#thistle id pack

[catboy-autism]

Thistle Flower Themed ID Pack

[PT: Thistle Flower Themed ID Pack]

[Image ID: A rectangular photo of a thistle flower, the sky behind it is a light blue. The flower itself is a rich purple, underneath is it's bulbous stem, which is green and spiky. Underneath the bulb is the normal stem you'd expect of a flower. ID End]

[Image ID 2: A small line of symmetrical purple hearts. ID End]

Requested by @mochitoaster

Names: Arthur, Aspen, Asper, Aster, Benedict, Berry, Carli, Carline, Carly, Carolina, Carrillo, Cira, Cirrus, Cyrus, Douglas, Indigo, Kallie, Karolina, Lilac, Maggie, Mari, Marian, Mars, Mary, Maud, Mauve, Pearl, Petal, Plum, Rose, Star, Thistle, Thorn, Violet,

[PT: Names]

Pronouns: aster / asters, bee / bees, bless / blessed, bloom / blooms, bud / buds, leaf / leaves, mar / mars, plum / plums, prick / pricks, pur / purples, spikes / spikes, star / stars, thorn / thorns, thist / thistle, 🌠 / 🌠's, 🌱 / 🌱's, 🌿 / 🌿's, 🍇 / 🍇's, 💜 / 💜's , 🪴 / 🪴's, 🪻 / 🪻's, 🫐 / 🫐's

[PT: Pronouns]

Labels: Bloomic, Darkvioletgender, Decafloric, Floralicesse, Floraloleona, Floraprincessgender/Floraprincegender, Floravir, Floriographallion, Florteallion, Flowercentric, Healfloradeity, Indigoauraed, Indigonameic, Indigopresentic, Lilacdacopurpleaesic, Meadowbloomic, Moradospanlexic, Purblue Presentic, Purpflowerplushic, Purple Presentic, Purple System, Purplere, Thislilexic, Thistle Butch/Thistle Futch, Thistle Femme Lesbian, Thistlefemmegender, Thistlegender, Thornlexic, Violetintallion, Violetlady

[PT: Labels]

Titles: [Pronoun] Who Is Spikey, [Pronoun] Who Pricks, The [Noun] With Petals, The [Noun] With Thorns, The Purple [Noun], The Purple-Colored One, The Thorny [Noun],The One Who Blooms

[PT: Titles]

[Image ID 3: A small line of symmetrical purple hearts. ID End]

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[pupsmailbox]

NATURE ID PACK

NAMES ⌇ abelia. acacius. aciano. aini. alder. alfie. almus. amaryllis. ame. antonio. archer. arthur. ashe. ashley. aspen. asper. aster. aveline. aviv. azalea. basil. belle. benedict. berry. bloom. blossom. bluebell. brook. calix. calla. carli. carline. carly. carolina. carrillo. cassia. cassiopeia. cedar. cherie. chun. cider. cira. cirrus. clover. coral. cordelia. crescent. cynthia. cypress. cyrus. dahlia. daisy. daphne. douglas. dune. echo. eilir. elara. elm. elowen. elyana. enon. erica. ester. everest. everett. evergreen. ewan. fauna. fern. finn. finnley. fleur. floor. flora. florian. florise. flower. flynn. forest. forrest. glen. gracie. gunner. haru. haruhime. haruki. hawthorne. heather. hemlock. honey. hyacinth. ianthe. indigo. ione. ipomea. iris. ivy. jaskier. jasmine. jasper. juniper. kalina. kallie. karolina. karoun. kath. kelda. ken. kingsley. lake. lavae. lavender. leilani. lennox. lente. lief. lilac. lily. linnea. lotus. lucinda. lucky. lucy. maayan. madeline. maggie. magnolia. maple. maren. mari. marian. marigold. mars. mary. maud. mauve. meadow. miles. momo. moss. mossie. mossy. moxie. muna. narcisow. nimbus. noi. oak. oasis. oleander. oybahor. pandora. pearl. pebble. pege. petal. plum. poppy. pınar. quanlian. quill. river. rosa. rosalie. rosalind. rose. roswell. rue. rune. saem. sage. sakura. san. sky. sol. star. story. strider. striker. summit. sunny. sylvia. sylvie. tasnim. terra. thistle. thorn. thorne. tree. udaberri. vasanta. verna. violet. waipuna. wells. westley. willow. wisteria. wisty. wren. yuki. zephyr. ziedonis. zinnia.

PRONOUNS ⌇ amaranth/amaranth. aster/aster. bee/bee. bee/bees. bless/blessed. bloom/bloom. bloss/bloss. bloss/blossomself. bud/bud. camell/camell. camellia/camellia. carnati/carnation. chirp/chirp. ci/cir. cloud/cloud. colum/columbine. columbine/columbine. comfort/comfort. dais/daisy. dawn/dusk. dew/dew. dog/dogwood. dog/wood. ey/em. fe/fer. fer/fern. fern/fern. field/field. fir/fir. fleur/fleur. flor/flor. flor/flora. floral/floral. flori/florid. flow/flower. flower/flower. freesi/freesia. fruit/fruit. fuch/fuchsia. garden/garden. grass/grass. green/green. grow/growth. hawth/hawthorn. hawth/thorn. hi/hits. hib/hibiscus. honey/honey. hy/hys. hya/hyacinth. hyacin/hyacinth. h✦/h✦m. ir/iris. jas/jasmine. jessa/jessamine. jour/ney. laven/lavender. le/leaf. leaf/leaf. leaf/leave. lil/lily. lotu/lotus. lu/luna. mag/magnolia. mar/mar. matcha/matcha. misel/mistletoe. mo/moth. morning/morning. moss/moss. mossy/mossy. narc/narcir. narcissus/narcissus. nature/nature. orch/orchid. pe/peony. peace/peace. peak/peak. per/peri. peri/periwinkle. petal/petal. pi/pix. picnic/picnic. plum/plum. pollen/pollen. pop/poppy. prick/prick. pur/purple. qu/quest. rain/rain. rhod/rhode. ros/rose. rose/rose. sa/sap. sage/sage. sakura/sakura. scent/scent. se/ser. shine/shine. shroom/shroom. sh✦/h✦r. si/strike. smile/smile. soft/soft. sol/solar. spikes/spike. spring/spring. sprout/sprout. star/star. stem/stem. sun/sun. sun/sunrise. sun/sunset. syr/syringa. tea/party. tea/tea. thist/thistle. thorn/thorn. th✦y/th✦m. tul/tulip. vi/vier. vi/viol. wi/wild. win/winkle. wind/wind. wister/wisteria. yucca/yucca. zinni/zinnia. ☀️ . 🌱 . 🌳 . 🌷 . 🌿 . 🍎 . 🍏 . 🍵 . 🐝 . 🐞 . 💐 . 💐.🌷 . 🕷️ . 🦋 . 🦟 .

[hotpinkwizard]

Hermitcraft!Scar ID pack

for anon

names:

Simon, Asterion, Rye, Augustus, Elvyn, Sylas, Thistle, Byron, Sandia, Abel

pronouns:

plant/plants/plantself, gear/gears/gearself, bloom/blooms/bloomself, joy/joyfulls/joyfullself, cog/cogs/cogself, solar/solars/solarself, scar/scars/scarself, gadget/gadgets/gadgetself, hat/hats/hatself, bronze/bronzes/bronzeself

genders:

steampunkpiratic, pulchrarchaeic, forestembodiment, elvencorgender, woodlandgender, leafdripsoundic, snailgender, sunfloweric, cogticksoundic, sunnygender

[saturniasxenos]

Nature / Flora ID Pack

Inside this pack, you will find: Pronouns, Titles, Names, and Genders that relate to Nature, Flora, Flowers, Trees, and anything alike!

This is my 3rd NPT pack! 💜 I hope you find what you are looking for. I try to add as MUCH content as possible, so even if you don't find it, you can have an idea! (I'm still not the best at titles...)

🍀 Pronouns:

Flo/Florae/Flora/Floras/Floraself

Flo/Flora/Floral/Florals/Floralself

Flo/Flow/Flower/Flowers/Flowerself

Le/Lea/Leaf/Leafs/Leafself

Tre/Tree/Trees/Trees/Treeself

Wo/Woo/Wood/Woods/Woodself

For/Fores/Forest/Forests/Forestself

Na/Natu/Nature/Natures/Natureself

Clo/Clove/Clover/Clovers/Cloverself

Pla/Plan/Plant/Plants/Plantself

Bi/Bio/Bios/Bios/Bioself

Mo/Moss/Mossy/Mosses/Mossself

Gra/Grass/Grassy/Grasses/Grassself

Ec/Eco/Ecos/Ecos/Ecoself

Fun/Fung/Fungi/Fungus/Fungiself

Mush/Mushro/Mushroom/Mushrooms/Mushroomself

Al/Alga/Algae/Algaes/Algaeself

Ea/Ear/Earth/Earths/Earthself

Ju/Jung/Jungle/Jungles/Jungleself

Pi/Pin/Pine/Pines/Pineself

Ta/Tai/Taiga/Taigas/Taigaself

So/Soi/Soil/Soils/Soilself

Gre/Gree/Green/Greens/Greenself

Dru/Drui/Druid/Druids/Druidself

Fai/Fair/Fairy/Fairys/Fairyself

Ge/Geo/Geos/Geos/Geoself

Ro/Rock/Rocks/Rocks/Rockself

Spri/Sprin/Spring/Springs/Springself

Su/Sum/Summer/Summers/Summerself

Tro/Trop/Tropical/Tropics/Tropicalself

Wi/Wil/Wild/Wilds/Wildself

Wil/Wilde/Wilderness/Wilderness/Wildernessself

Gar/Gard/Garden/Gardens/Gardenself

Bir/Birc/Birch/Birchs/Birchself

Oa/Oak/Oaks/Oaks/Oakself

Spru/Spruc/Spruce/Spruces/Spruceself

Oa/Oas/Oasis/Oasis/Oasisself

Ri/Riv/River/Rivers/Riverself

La/Lak/Lake/Lakes/Lakeself

Ra/Rai/Rain/Rains/Rainself

Wi/Wint/Winter/Winters/Winterself

Fro/Fros/Frost/Frosts/Frostself

Fa/Fall/Falls/Falls/Fallself

Au/Autu/Autumn/Autumns/Autumnself

🌲/🌲's

🍀/🍀's

🌸/🌸's

🌿/🌿's

🌱/🌱's

🌳/🌳's

🌵/🌵's

🍃/🍃's

🌻/🌻's

🌹/🌹's

🌧/🌧's

☀/☀'s

❄/❄'s

💨/💨's

💧/💧's

🌸 Titles:

Preserver of The Forest

(X) Who Nurtures

Born From The Forest

Guardian of The Forest

Dancer of The Desert

(X) Who Guards The Oasis

Child of The Trees

Floral Founder

Seeker of The Leaves

(X) Who Dances With The Petals

Druid of The Land

Wings of The Forest

Nurturing The Land

Nurturer of The Forest

Nature's Guardian

Child of Mother Nature

Guardian of Mother Nature

Raindrop on The Leaf

Dancing in The Wind

Guardian of The Crops

Child of The Nymph

The Water Dancer

The River Traveler

🍃 Names:

Fem: Azalea, Aurora, Aster, Bellatrix, Belladonna, Blossom, Coral, Calla, Camellia, Dahlia, Daisy, Dawn, Dove, Dandelion, Ember, Flora, Floria, Giselle, Heather, Holly, Ivy, Jade, Juliet, Jasmine, Luna, Lunar, Lotus, Lily, Lilac, Lavender, Magnolia, Marigold, Meadow, Moon, Maple, Nova, Opal, Petunia, Poppy, Plum, Primrose, Paisley, Rosamund, Rose, Rosa, Rainy, Raine, Stella, Summer, Thea, Violet, Verna, Vine, Willow, Zinna,

Masc: Acacius, August, Arthur, Acorn, Arno, Aire, Beckett, Bear, Birch, Cedar, Cliff, Clay, Corvus, Clayton, Cove, Canyon, Callum, Caspian, Dune, Dylan, Elwood, Finn, Fielder, Falcon, Fox, Forest, Florian, Flint, Griffin, Hunter, Jasper, Jonah, Kai, Leo, Luan, Lennox, Micah, Oliver, Quill, Oscar, Orson, Roscoe, Rainier, Rhodes, Reed, Ronan, Rowan, Spruce, Sol, Thorne, Thorn, Wilder, Winter, Weston,

Neu: Arbor, Ashton, Ash, Agate, Autumn, Aspen, Bay, Berry, Barley, Brae, Bryony, Basil, Brooks, Bourne, Cereus, Clover, Crow, Cypress, Chamomile, Everest, Eden, Fawn, Farley, Finley, Frost, Fern, Foxley, Hazel, Harper, Hyacinth, Iris, Juniper, Jay, Jett, Koa, Krow, Lake, Leaf, Lynx, Oakley, Nightshade, Onyx, Orion, Olive, Pike, Pepper, Prairie, Phoenix, Robin, River, Raven, Rye, Scout, Sage, Stone, Sable, Snowden, Storm, Thistle, Wolf, Wolfe, Wulfwynn, Wren, Zen, Zev, Zephyr,

🌲 Genders:

Natureserenic - a gender related to spending your days in the middle of nowhere inside your cottage overgrown with nature, cats, dogs, and peacefulness.

Rotgrowth - A gender that has a deep connection to the idea of new plant life growing out of dead, rotting, decaying bodies such as animals and humans.

Vancouldian - a gender related to tall evergreen trees blowing in the wind against a cloudy sky

Regenderation - A gender connected to all things related to regeneration and growth. Medicine, nature, the life aspect, shades of pinks and greens, etc.

Mouanipre - a gender connected to baby animals, daisies, wildflowers, flower crowns, soft grass, meadows, fawns, bunnies, lambs, soft fur, sleepy baby animals, pastel colors, and cute baby animals resting in soft meadows.

Heliangender - a gender related to, affected by, or connected to sunflowers.

Convolvulaceaeic - A gender that has a deep connection to the Convolvulaceae Family of flowers.

Naturegender - Gender relating to nature/plants

Asteraceaeica - gender that has a deep connection to the Asteraceae Family of flowers.

[kthecritter]

i would like a hobbit ID pack. i'd like all the categories but prioritize names. if You don't have much time then You can surely minimize other categories.

<3

keep the good work mate :°

here you go, I hope you enjoy! hobbits are so silly, I love them :3

Names:

Morland

Haldir

Thistle

Rymuth

Pike

Foggle

Marigold

Beesbeth

Holly

Elowind

Daisy

Hazelnut

Usernames/titles:

Willowy_Wanderer

LoverOfFlowers

TimeForTea

The Furry Footed

The Merry Gardener

The Hospitable Hobbit

Pronouns:

Fur/fur/furs/furs/furself

Merry/merry/merrys/merrys/merryself

Glen/glen/glens/glens/glenself

Cozy/cozy/cozys/cozy/cozyself

Fawn/fawn/fawns/fawns/fawnself

Hobb/hobb/hobbs/hobbs/hobbself

Shire/shire/shires/shires/shireself

Leaf/leaf/leafs/leafs/leafself

[acronym-chaos]

Puyo Puyo Inspired ID Pack

[PT: Puyo Puyo Inspired ID Pack].

[ID: A purple thin line diivder shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Names

[PT: Names].

Amber, Arcana, Aurora, Blaze, Blossom, Breeze, Briar, Celeste, Chroma, Clover, Comet, Cosmos, Crystal, Dahlia, Dandelion, Dawn, Ember, Enigma, Fable, Flicker, Flint, Flora, Frost, Fuchsia, Galaxy, Gem, Gemma, Glimmer, Glisten, Harmony, Indigo, Iris, Julep, Juno, Lark, Lavender, Lilac, Marigold, Melody, Mist, Moonstone, Nova, Orchid, Pebble, Phoenix, Poppy, Prism, Quasar, Radiance, Ripple, Rose, Seraph, Serene, Shimmer, Sol, Solstice, Sparkle, Stardust, Thistle, Twilight, Verdant, Vesper, Vortex, Wisteria, Zeal, Zenith

Pronouns

[PT: Pronouns].

Blo / Blob / Blobs; Bu / Bubble / Bubbles; Bur / Burst / Bursts; Cast / Cast / Casts; Chai / Chain / Chains; Charm / Charm / Charms; Col / Color / Colors; Com / Combo / Combos; Dazz / Dazzle / Dazzles; Dro / Drop / Drops; Link / Link / Links; Mag / Magic / Magics; Match / Match / Matches; Mi / Mix / Mixes; Or / Orb / Orbs; Po / Pop / Pops; Puzz / Puzzle / Puzzles; Spe / Spell / Spells; Star / Star / Stars; Tile / Tile / Tiles; Trick / Trick / Tricks; Twis / Twist / Twists; Win / Win / Wins

Titles

[PT: Titles].

A Colorful Combo Master, A Puzzle Prodigy, An Arcane Puzzler, Bubble Bursting Expert, The Chain Master, The Color Conjurer, The Drop Specialist, The Magic Matchmaker, The Orb Handler, The Puzzle Solver, The Spellcaster, The Star Shuffler, The Tile Trickster, The Winning Wizard, [Pronoun] Who Bursts Bubbles, [Pronoun] Who Chains Colors, [Pronoun] Who Conjures Matches, [Pronoun] Who Drops Orbs, [Pronoun] Who Masters Puzzles

[ID: A purple thin line divider shaded at the bottom. End ID].

Made for @rwuffles' 700 followers event!

Day 3: an old-school game ( i.e. tetris, pac-man, galaga, etc. )

(Puyo Puyo is only 3 years younger than Tetris so I think it counts)

Also tagging @pronoun-arc @id-pack-archive

[kassgender]

✰ RAVIO ID PACK ; REQUESTED BY ANON

NAMES ; — Rey , Lapin , Amethyst , Hyde , Lilac , Reece , Vio , Violet , Echo , Mimic , Veri , Eris , Thistle , Orchid , Iris

PRONOUNS ; — Bun/Buns , Paw/Paws , Thief/Thiefs , Trick/Tricks , Gleam/Gleams , Chirp/Chirps , Song/Songs , Voi/Voids , Alt/Alts , Star/Stars LABELS ; — Purple Crysomenix , Fallergender , Multiversespiralic , Astrobunnic , Lavenderpawic , Lavenderlexic , Lavinclunic , Herosacrific , Immolatic

TITLES ; — The Mysterious Weapon Merchant , The One from Beyond , The Visitor from Lorule , Pronoun who Crossed the Gap , Pronoun who Seeks the Hero , The Fallen Hero , The one Bound by Destiny , The Rabbit-Shaped Hero

[dr-gaytorius]

Left the house for the first time in weeks, possibly a month, just to snag a six pack bc I'm sad and remembered I have enough pocket change to spare it. Figured since I'm sad asf id take a shower and do my hair and try to feel a little better about myself. It worked a bit, also upon returning home and glancing in the mirror I realized dear god. I am really rocking the sickly victorian tb victim look. Paler than normal (I'm already pretty pale) no color anywhere except the skin around my eyes which like. Thistle purple lmao. Ig it's a good thing I elected to be a vampire for Halloween I won't even need any makeup bc I already look like I have one foot in the grave lmao

[genderbinaryisforlosers]

say hi pack of pixies!

listen i was going to wait to post this until i did one with their masquerade outfits to match but i’m so exhausted after this it might be a minute

[id: A height chart lineup of the cast of Dimension 20′s A Court of Fey and Flowers:

Captain K.P. Hob (212cm, or 230cm with ears)

Prince Andhera (190cm)

Lady Chirp Featherfowl (165cm but her knees are bent, making her look shorter)

Lord Squak Airavis (180cm)

Gwyndolin Thistle-Hop (144cm, or 183cm including leaf)

Binx Choppley (120cm, or 144 including moth feelers)

Delloso de la Rue (true form 230cm, glamoured form 180cm).

The first image shows the full lineup, and the second and third show each half. /end id]

more detailed description under the cut

Hob is a fluffy brown bugbear with large fangs, yellow eyes, and tall pointed ears. He is dressed in his goblin uniform, a black coat with gold trim and epaulets, and a red sash decorated with various medals, complete with tall military hat. He is holding a halberd with a red handle and silver blade with gold inlay, and his other arm is tucked behind his back, holding onto the inside of the elbow of his opposite arm. His elbows come down to his thighs, and he has a short, deer-like tail.

Andhera is a young Unseelie faerie with dark plum-coloured skin, extremely long pointed ears, and ember-red irises on black sclerae. His hair is in messy curls flopping down to the side, and streaked with dark grey. He is wearing his usual gold and black robe, exposing his chest, which is shiny from the drizzle raining down from their cloud. He is wearing a gold circlet on his head and several matching earrings in their extremely long ears. They are touching the back of their neck with their left (viewer’s right) ungloved hand, and have their right hand half-raised in a timid wave. He is smiling sheepishly.

Chirp is a bird-like faerie styled after a Victoria crown pigeon, pale blue with muted purples and greens in her feathers. She has a beaky nose and her face is fluffy with feathers at the edges. She has a huge poff of feathers on top of her head, decorated with one tall peacock feather. She is back-to-back with Squak, and is posed with one leg kicked out, and her left arm (front) extended to show off her birds of paradise flower tattoo sleeve. Her other hand is holding her folding blade, arranged as a fan, and her hands are clothed in dusty pink gloves. She has a long, raven-feather cloak.

Squak is less bird-like in his face than Chirp, but has stalk legs with talons like the secretary bird he is styled off. He has medium-brown skin and hair that is in white cornrows at his crown changing to tight black afro curls at his neck. From the back of his neck, there are black flourishes also in the style of the secretary bird. He is wearing a green coat with gold detailing, including shiny feathers on the arms. He has a green waistcoat and white cravat, black short knickerbockers, and grey gloves. He also has two thin tail-feathers with black tips. He is standing upright, back-to-back with Chirp, and is holding his hands in a flourish.

Gwyn is a cartoonish- uncanny-looking petite faerie. She has light brown skin, bubblegum pink curly hair, huge purple eyes, a small purple flower mark on her cheek, and a big green thistle leaf sprouting from the crown of her head. She is poised delicately with a tight smile, and perpetually standing en pointe, or on her tip-toes. She is wearing a poofy, frilly periwinkle blue dress with dark blue ribbons and pale pink underskirting. Her ballet slippers are the same blue as the ribbons, decorated with the same daisies, and she is wearing white gloves and gold earrings.

Binx is a stout moth faerie with much more proportional features than Gwyn, but the same eyes. They have brown moth wings folded at their back, and fluffy feelers on top of her dead. She has dark purple, short-ish messy hair and is dressed in dark purple and bronze, with detailing like damselfly wings. Their ears are medium-sized and pointed. She is covered in pinkish blotches on her cheeks, shoulders, wrists, and bare feet, and her skin is otherwise light brown. Their eyebrows are styled in dots, and they are wearing purple lipstick and a paperclip as a hair clip. They have a ribbon as a belt holding a large needle like a sword, a spool of blue thread and buttoned bag. They are wearing the shell from Andhera on their wrist and are fiddling with a Rubiks cube.

Rue’s true form is a huge owlbear (bipedal, top half owl and bottom half bear) with a barn owl’s face and dark talons. They have yellow-green-tinted feathers that become dark khaki as they get longer, and dark brown furry legs. They have big, shiny black eyes, and pink speckles around them. They are wearing a big, bronze and gold gown with a slit in the skirt. It is decorated with metallic peonies and petals matching the living pink peonies on their shoulders and flower crown, and the pink buds in amongst their “wings” which cascade down more like decorative fringing than feathers. They hold out one talon (viewer’s left) in a flourish.

Their glamoured form is a tall, fat humanoid with mint-coloured skin, long elfin ears, yellow eyes, and a hooked nose. They have very long wavy sea-green hair decorated with pearls and neat stubble that glitters heavily, and are wearing a spiral shell as an earring. They are wearing a glittering pale blue form-fitting dress that flares out at the bottom into pale green ruffles, resembling sea-foam. The dress has full sleeves that become fingerless gloves. There is a slit in the skirt which their leg emerges from, showing off leg hair and a light blue sparkling heeled shoe. They have a pearl and teardrop necklace over a pale purple ribbon, and the skirt of the dress is also decorated with strings of pearls. They have their left hand (viewer’s right) on their hip while their right hand leans on a cane with a pearl handle.

[the-artist-rae]

Trolls 4 au idea

Edit: i just realised theres already a thistle (who apparently s real name is Dennis??) so i gotta rename my character 😭

So basically im writing a mock script for a trolls 4. I want to write one for trolls 3 but .... I WANT BROBBY CHILDREN, so here we are. Basically in my au, poppy and branch have a set of twins. A girl named Aster who is bright blue with pinkish purple undertones and a boy named Thistle. But, theyre shocked and suprized to find out thistle comes out of his bright purple egg, grey!

A time skip happens and a argument between him and his father causes branch to loose some of his colors.

The argument is set up like:

Branch finds his son in his pod sitting in darkness.

Branch- so ya like it dark, huh?

Thistle- yeah, so what of it.

Branch-Nothing i just was wondering if u wanted to-

Thistle- I dont.

Branch- look i just want you to be happy and find your true colors...

Thistle- sounds like you just want me to be like Aster!

Branch- Now hey now, i didnt say that! Ive been in your place before and i know how you feel, and i dont want someone i care and love to feel that way!

Thistle- You dont know what i feel! All you want me to be is the same happy annoying and insane troll... Just like everyone else!

Branch- Hey, No-

Thistle- I HATE YOU!

Thistle stops for a moment and looks at his father to see his skin darken, widening his eyes. He gets angry at himself and runs away.

Thistle runs to his friend Fern in hope of him knowing a way to get his true colors in hope itll reverse the color loss on branch. Fern tells thistle of a guardian troll of purity who live in a mountain who can give him his colors. Thistle tells his parents that hes going to travel and see aunt Barb, and they go on their adventure!

On the first day they run into a rock/classical troll who lives in the Forrest by herself because her parents are deceased and she had no idea there was other people (basically a tarzan situation but she knows how to talk and has basic understanding of most things) ... The situation is, Thistle and Fern stop to make camp, roasting marshmallows. And out of nowhere a arrow zings right in front of Thistle's face! Him and Fern crowd together to see a dark figure come out of a bush and she says "Who are you?" In a somewhat demanding tone. And they shiver in fear " We're just travelers!! Please dont hurt us!!". She sighs and and chuckles," Oh, i thought you were here to hurt ME!".... This all comes to a conversation that Fern leads and that she'll join them cuz she knows her way around the Forrest.

In the background through out the story, villain trolls are introduced into the story who gave Fern the map and everything about the purity troll who can grant only one trolls wish. And throughout the movie they follow the gang and get caught into their hijinks.

Having Button (the female troll) in the mix has gotten Thistle to come out of his shell and he slowly starts getting happier and sings throughout the movie.

When they finally reach the mountain they come to a cave with paintings and rural architecture. At the end of the cave is a clearing with a waterfall. The waterfall spreads to find a troll pure of white and glowing in a deep sleep in a coven.

The villain characters seep out of the darkness with evil laughter. " Nice job Fern you got us where we need to"

The rest of the gang gasps and gets tied up.

"Well take it from here". Turns out, the purity trolls was sleeping on a gem. And the gem was the wish granting miracle not the troll. They grab the gem and head to troll village where they plan using the gem to destroy it.

Thistle and button get into an argument over whether they should try to save the village. He believes its too late to save anyone. Button unties herself with and arrow tip that was seeping out of her back pack. And says," Well , i do!". She unties Thistle and makes her way out of the cave.

Thistle sits there and sings a song thinking about his family and Button which gives him the courage to start running also.

He makes it to the village before the fern and his crew. And runs straight to his mom and warns her of whats happening. Before he can explain she starts off saying how he looks so different and brighter and why hes back early. After he explains, she tells branch of whats happening and puts everyone in the bunker. The villains make it to the village and one says, " well isnt this a nice beaut, its about to get a whole lot MESSIER!".

Fern is shocked to hear their plans of wrecking the village, he just wanted to be the new ruler in a world where trolls respected him. They tie him up. And the villain crowd together to think of the exact words on how to word out the wish. The leader gets up and points the gem outward "alright get ready for my wish to destroy the village" and at this second and arrow hits the gem and falls down the hill they were standing on and lands into the village. She and the villains start running to gem. Alas, branch grabs it. Poppy stands beside him. "Not today!". The villains look at him and scoff. "You think we were the only ones?". They gasp and turn around to find villainous trolls surrounding them. They fidget before the leader says " dont even think about saying no" and two trolls come out holding button. Thistle, who had been sitting on the side lines murmurs to himself," no this cant happen! No, no,no..!!" And starts running and startles the villains grabbing the gem. Suprizing everyone. Branch says," Son.... Dont..!".

Thistle looks at him with scrunched eyebrows,"i have to." The leader says with a slight panicked voice,"i wouldnt do that boy...!"

Thistle whispers to the gem ," i wish for this gem to be destroyed" . the gem floats into the air, shining brighter than anything they've ever seen and deteriorates into glitter falling to the ground. The light from the gem had flushed through the crowd causing them to have a slight amnesia and questioning "hey,why are we here?".

The trolls in the bunker come out celebrating. Buttons runs to Thistle and hugs him and he hugs back. Poppy and branch run to him. Saying things things like ,"what were u thinking you couldve got hurt?!". Thistle looks into his fathers eyes and replies," Because, i love you.". His parents both look back at him shocked. And slowly but surely from top to bottom his true colors fill in. A bright purple pink. His parents exclaim in happiness and branchs colors get brighter as well. They get excited,hugging and laughing and crying. Thistle points out Button who had wondered a little father to give him space with his parents and brings her into the hug. In which poppy winces," ughhh whats that smell???" And button moves to the side chuckling nervously. "Uhhh... Shes been homeless for awhile give her a break." And chuckles.

The purity troll comes out flowing from the sky to everyone saying how she thanks Thistle for awakening her from her slumber by destroying the gem and continues ,"Ive been asleep for sometime, now lets paRTY!!".

Then theirs the end song where everyone sings. The purity comes up to Thistle and aster and gives them crowns of flowers and robes. Everyone cheers. And we fade to black with a circle transition popping up of fern tide up, " Uhhh hey guys anyone here??? Can someone please tell me whats going on??!!!" And the screen goes black showing the rest of the credits.

These are just the main points. Of course Aster is more involved in the story. I just didnt wanna type all that down cuz i have a big phone and small hands haha.

But as for my trolls 3 au ... Its basically the generic set up of branch trying to propose to poppy throughout the film...and id like to add a backstory of his parents and them not actually being dead and survived escaping the bergins.

But anyways here are some of my character designs!!

Soundtrack ideas-

Aster design i havent yet finalised so yeahhhh but i plan on her having two ponytails!

[catboy-autism]

Hello if you’d like could I get an ID pack for thistle flowers? I’m thinking stuff related to thorns, petals, and shades of purple C:

HAII^_^ posted here :3

[simgurl]

Thistle Cottage

This 1-bedroom home has been within the Gutiérrez family for many generations. It’s perfect for a creative Sim that likes to garden.

*This house is part of my “Selva Village” Thank-you gift. Based on the decorative house in Selvadorada.

Details:

No CC

Lot size: 20 x 15

Cost: $33,537

Lot location in my game: Agave Abode, Oasis Springs

Lot type: Residential

Lot trait(s): Homey / Great Soil / Home Studio

 Notes:

I have all expansion, stuff and game packs; but ‘Jungle Adventure’, was used the most. It is required for it to work as expected. All other packs that I used are shown below.

Enable the “bb.moveobjects” cheat before placing the lot.

Enjoy!

(Note: The Gutiérrez Family can be found here)

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This lot can be found in the Gallery under my Origin ID: erisema or via: #simgurl

You can also download via this link: Download / SFS

**My TOU: Play with and modify this lot as you will; but, do not re-upload and do not claim this creation as your own. ** 

[dansnaturepictures]

22/08/21-White-letter Hairstreak and more at Farley Mount and Garden Carpet moth and more at home 

After returning from Rutland yesterday night in amongst all the photo processing today I got out for a walk at Farley Mount coming to the Pitt Down area of it. It got fairly late posting all my blogs of the time at Rutland on Sunday night and I debated posting the post of Sunday late on or propertly into the the next day a Monday I have off work seeing the benefits of both. In the end I decided as my photos taken on Sunday sort of shared their upload day with the ones from Rutland as I didn’t take my laptop to process the images on a one night stop over I may as well have the bog of Sunday posted a bit after for it to also have an elongated posting frame. I am interested to experiment with posting things at different times of day for a variety of things including similar circumstances around trips away with ever increasing photo yields adding more considerations when I can’t upload on the night as I always aim to so thought I would try a late morning slot. The walk was very pleasant with many bursts of glorious sunshine.

In this meadowy habitat after two extremely bird dominated days at Rutland it soon became clear today was a butterfly dominated one with a host of Brimstones on one patch some of the most I have ever seen together before. There were a host of wildflowers on the whole walk today too which painted the meadow so beautifully. These included; rosebay willowherb, fennel, ragwort, agrimony, eyebright, thistle, knapweed, more marvellous marjoram, yarrow, buttercup, scabious, St. John’s-wort, wild basil, speedwell and both plantain and the lesser stitchwort in the first picture I took today in this photoset which I recognised a bit from greater stitchwort which I know well from spring now using the PlantNet app for ID which I first ever noticed today. It was great to see crickets and a marmalade hoverfly among bees fitting around on the grass and a few slightly autumnal trees with coloured leaves as the eighth picture in this photoset I took today shows. I also saw a lovely little straw dot moth a first for me. I took the fourth, fifth, seventh and ninth pictures in this photoset of lovely views here today. 

The tone was set for another brilliant walk when in an extraordinary moment I got to see a butterfly my Mum had seen here recently on a walk when a splendid White-letter Hairstreak was sat perhaps uncharacteristically on the ground on some bright yellow ragwort. I was amazed to see this phenomenal sight. This is a butterfly I am so used to seeing flying high at the tops of trees since seeing our first in 2018 and despite my own sensational hairstreak adventures seeing them especially the Purple Hairstreaks right next to us at Lakeside I was a little envious but happy for them when my Mum and her husband had that experience. So I felt incredibly lucky to have this experience too and have extremely intimate moments getting stunning views of this excellent butterfly species. Other than the wonderful Green Hairstreak my favourite they do tend to be higher up so the big lens might be needed so to be taking pictures of one with my macro lens was very surreal and I was stunned to have this another big insect moment this weekend where I unusually got the honour of photographing it with my macro lens after Ruddy Darter at Rutland Water’s Lyndon on Friday. I got the second and third pictures in this photoset of this butterfly. I was pleased with them especially the latter and I have talked about getting one I felt was as strong as the big Green Hairstreak photo I took at Magdalen Hill early last spring one of my favourite ever butterfly pictures and this fellow hairstreak shot is a contender for that in my pack of 2021 butterfly pictures which I am so pleased with. 

Once again this shows why this has been the summer and year of hairstreaks for me with perhaps the white-letter present but in the purple’s shadow this far. Potentially I’ll come out of 2021 with the Purple Hairstreak having that continual astonishing experience of these rare butterflies on my patch and it’s fair to say I did take one of my best ever photos of the species at Lakeside this year but the White-letter Hairstreak I got that moment for what I felt was a big photo for me. 

The remainder of the walk exploded into a cracker for insects, as I got some very precious looks at bright orange Silver-washed Fritillaries after seeing them nearby at West Wood last month a key butterfly for me which I got extraordinary views of again. A hornet mimic hoverfly flying by us and onto vegetation ragwort once more delighted me I got the sixth picture in this photoset of it, my first time ever seeing this famous and gloriously marked and coloured insect. One of my best insect moments this year.

Southern Hawkers danced along high up the trees enjoying the snatches of sun. Green-veined White and Red Admiral added well to a stellar cast of butterflies on this summer’s day with the latter entertainingly landing on some dog poo. There was a brilliant bird moment too with a gorgeous view of my second Green Woodpecker seen and third seen or heard in as many days. When home tonight after taking in a sunny evening and afternoon with great brightness and little bits of red at sunset enjoying daffodils, fuchsia, hebe, sedum, Sweet Williams, creamy roses and other flowers in the back garden a wonderful little moth came in tonight which I got the tenth and final picture in this photoset of a familiar to me after one came in last year Garden Carpet moth. This made my moth year list another one to grow this weekend go up to a 21 I am pleased with on a perhaps more relaxing day which I was still so thrilled to get out in.

Wildlife Sightings Summary: My first ever hornet mimic hoverfly and straw dot moth, three of my favourite butterflies the Small Tortoiseshell I am seeing so many of these lately which is so good, Red Admiral and Silver-washed Fritillary, one of my favourite dragonflies the Southern Hawker, one of my favourite birds the Green Woodpecker, Small White, Green-veined White, Brimstone, Peacock, Gatekeeper, Meadow Brown, White-letter Hairstreak, Woodpigeon cricket/grasshopper, marmalade hoverfly, other hoverflies and bee.

[keelywolfe]

FIC: Safety In Numbers (SpicyHoneyMustard, lemon)

Summary:  Red knows how to play the game. The only problem is, not everyone gets out unscathed.

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Background Kustard, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, LEMONY GOODNESS!!, Unhealthy Relationship, Unnamed Ship

Sequel to:

Showtime

Secret Garden

A Judicious Amount of Effort

Musically Inclined

Lest You Be Judged

Solo Act 

Appealing To Better Judgment

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Refuge.

That was what Toriel named the protected Monster settlement that rose up at the base of the mountain, for all the Monsters who either couldn’t or wouldn’t live in Ebott.

Red supposed if there was nothing else, they could all thank her for sparing them from whatever dumb shit Ass-gore would’ve called it, like New New Home.

Despite all the treaties and negotiations, there were plenty of Monsters still living there. Some found that once they set their feet on the grass, they were about as far away from the mountain as they cared to get. Some were plain afraid to live out amongst the Humans. And a fair few simply weren’t allowed to leave, their little laminated ID cards didn’t grant them clearance through the front gate. Monsters with LV, Monsters with an appearance that might be considered disturbing. Any Monster likely to hit a ten on the Human freak-o-meter wasn’t allowed out not yet, anyway. Made sense, really. If they scared the shit out of the Humies by going too fast, they’d be lucky if they only ended up chased back beneath the mountain and not used as potting soil.

Try telling that to the dumbfucks, though. Red kept an ear hole close to the ground for any incoming gossip and from what was coming down the line it looked like the Assholes of Asgore were using it as a recruiting point. Red suspected that they didn’t have only have the interest of one or two disgruntled folks.

Anyone with half a lick of sense should see through their bullshit, but if Red was supposed to count on any of the dipshits he knew underground having common sense, he might as well shove a bone through his own soul now and spare anyone else the trouble of dusting him.

Their real goal was to start the bloody war Asgore promised them all and if they managed it, well, it was gonna be a pretty damn short one. Magic was handy dandy, all right, but the Humans kinda outnumbered them a million to one. Hell, while they’d been down below twiddling their thumbs, the Humans figured out their own version of magic, one that was a fuckton more explosive than anything Monsters had on tap. If Red was a betting man, and he was, thanks, he knew which odds he was putting down on.

Red looked out the tinted window of the car driving him through the newly paved streets of Refuge, watching the scenery pass by. Much as he hated being chauffeured around, these days he didn’t have a whole lot of choice. Back when he was training in the guard, there was still some opportunity to skulk around. Strip away his uniform and its delta rune crest, and he was only another Monster with a shitty attitude wandering into Grillby’s for a drink.

Being Chosen took away any chance he had of wandering around unnoticed. Even if Red slipped away from Rus, his face was too well-known now and probably rated a solid six on the Humies freak-o-meter.

If he thought the chucklefucks throwing themselves at Rus’s feet begging for blessings were annoying, it was a damn sight worse when they tried that shit on him. As if he had any say in the way the Universe trundled on down the road. He wasn’t the one second in the queue to chat with the Angel, thanks, and none of the Divine had seen fit to give him their direct line.

Shame Edge didn’t let him fuck with them; a few broken fingers and a bruise or two might give them all a little peace, but eh, his bro was a spoilsport that way. His own fault for leaving the kid on his own years ago while he skulked off to join the guard, instead of sticking around to teach him what’s what. Edge’s code of morals didn’t line up so much with Red’s anymore and wasn’t that a bitch.

He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and shook one out, ignoring the sour look the driver gave him in the rearview mirror. They didn’t say a peep, though, kept whatever words they wanted to say locked up tight behind their tusks. Being Chosen did have a few perks other than risking his life and getting to spend plenty of quality time communing with Rus’s pussy.

Red lit the cigarette with a harsh rasp of his lighter, took a long drag of smoke and breathed it out as he leaned his skull against the cool window glass, watching the blurred landscape. The streets were lined with cheaply made carbon-copy houses, but there wasn’t a whole lotta room to complain about that. The first few months most of ‘em spent huddled in patched-up tents given to them by the reluctant Human government, miserable in the spring rain and mud that tried to suck off your shoes with every step. Far as Red was concerned, all Monsters should be damned grateful for a house to call their own and if someone wanted their place shaped like a fucking fish, they were gonna have to wait their turn.

Yeah, lots of Monsters struggled when they hit sunshine, trying to wrap their minds around everything that happened. Red wasn’t one of them. He’d been Chosen only days after his boots hit the ground, but he’d spent some time out in the mudholes, searching out threats against his freshly appointed Judge. He’d learned a few useful tricks before putting on a uniform and they sure did come in handy from time to time.

These days, Red didn’t get out as much anymore. Maybe if Rus had more Chosen than only him and Edge, he could’ve kept up with it, but it hadn’t worked out that way. The kid needed him, all of him, and that was that.

Inconvenient, yeah, but probably just as well. Kept him from having to hold the lid down on his boiling need to shiv anyone who fucking dared touch what was his. He played nice enough when it came to all the unity mumbo jumbo bullshit, the Judge was an avatar of the Angel, the Judge belonged to the people, yeah, sure, he’d toe the party line.

But when it came to laying hands on his boy there was only one other Monster with the right. He was as much Red’s as Rus was and that’d be true until the day Red shivered to dust.

So, yeah, he couldn’t do the footwork himself anymore, eh, sucks to suck. Instead, he was forced to rely on other Monsters to keep him rolling in that sweet, sweet info. He’d vetted all of them himself, checked into every detail of their lives all the way back to the day they dropped from their mama’s cooch. Every single one of them was loyal as fuck to the Angel and as willing to spy on each other as they were anyone else, and that right there helped weed out most of the trouble. Wasn’t a perfect method, but it usually worked pretty well and let Red keep his fingers hooked into a few pies. That was, whenever he could pull 'em out of Rus's desserts.

Right now, all his people were working overtime, trying to dig up some dirt on how those fuckers managed to get into the cafeteria to take a pot shot at Rus. When they finally got something concrete, Red planned to deal with it personally, and if Rus ended up giving him a Judging look over it, he didn’t much give a shit. He was Chosen for the Judge, to protect them in every way possible and if the Angel was having second thoughts about it, She could stop by and deal with it herself.

None of that had shit to do with what he was up to today.

The house his car pulled up in front of was as unremarkable as the rest, a cookie-cutter copy with different curtains and a doormat. The driveway was empty but that didn’t mean shit. He already knew they were home, had to be, because they never damn well left.

“stay here,” Red ordered the driver. He nodded silently, sodium-yellow eyes meeting Red’s in the rear-view mirror. Red got out, hopping down to the ground from the high seat with a silent grumble. He took a last drag of his cigarette and flicked the butt into the gutter. Straightening his uniform shirt was an automatic to him these days as taking his next breath. Didn’t make Red hate the fucking thing any less and he forced his hands back down as he trudged up the walkway.

He didn’t knock on the front door. Instead, he went around to the back of the house where he already knew what he would find. A turn of the corner an expansive garden was spread out before him, filled with neat rows of greenery already creeping their way out of the rich dirt.

There was a garden in every backyard in Refuge, every one of ‘em planted at the Queen’s command. Part of her plan was making sure that eventually Monsters would be as self-sufficient as possible. Couldn’t depend on the Humies to keep them in clover forever and sure they had some tech deals getting hammered out, but if there was one truth all Monsters knew, it was that G wasn’t food.

True, it wasn’t a perfect plan; some of those mandatory gardens were pretty fucking sad, brown straggly plants that might cough up a tomato or two before they kacked it. This one, though, was pristine. Red didn’t care about growing shit that couldn’t be rolled up into a blunt and knew even less about it, but even he could see the way all the plants were evenly spaced and that there wasn’t a single weed growing anywhere. Not a stray piece of grass or a single thistle dared peek out of the soil in this garden.

A Monster was kneeling in one of the plots, dressed in overalls and a funny little straw hat, a wagon next to him heaped with tools and paper bags, a small pile weeds who ignored the warning signs.

Red didn’t actually know Blue real well. When Rus talked about Blue, it was always with a wealth of fondness in his soft voice, often whispering his memories in the darkness of their bedroom whenever insomnia haunted him.

Whatever sweetness Rus remember in Blue, it was long since eroded away, torn out of him, and whether it was being Chosen, his past Judgement, or Asgore who did it didn’t much matter to the outcome.

He was one of Sans’s early Chosen, back before Red even joined the guard and the few times he’d seen Blue were when he came to assemblies to watch the trainees before they were instated as full guards. Red remembered seeing him those days; dressed to the nines in his uniform, boots polished until a person could see their reflection in them from ten steps away, every crease straight, every button fastened. Seen him a few times from a distance, too, with Sans, always a nice, respectful two steps behind him and looking as if butter wouldn’t melt between his knees. Couldn’t even picture the bastard ever getting bent over a sofa getting fucked by a desperate Judge.

(Sans was more likely to flop back and take a fucking, way back when, all sly smiles and slick pussy, knees spread wide in invitation. Whatever becoming the Judge did to him must’ve given his preferences a good topsy-turvy, ‘cause gossip in the barracks warned all the guards to be prepared for spending plenty of time on their knees)

They’d talked a few more times since then and not a single one of those chats endeared Blue to Red any more than the first.

These days Blue was pretty fucking hard to look at. His skull looked like it’d been busted apart and put back together by hands that didn’t care if the puzzle pieces didn’t fit right, parts of the bone still discolored with char. The empty left sleeve of his shirt was pinned up neatly to his shoulder and the cane leaning against his little wagon wasn’t for show. He’d survived the coup, but not by much, the only one of Sans’s chosen who didn’t die along with him, and there was a memory that Red didn’t like to take out and play with too often.

His team came in far too late, after it was all over but the vacuuming. Breaking through the barred door and walking into the leftovers of a massacre, a mass Judging, no one who’d been in the throne room came out unscathed. Blue the only one still breathing right and Sans…yeah.

Probably a wonder Blue hadn’t offed himself yet.

All that aside, it was a shame that the stick in his pelvis didn’t get yanked out along with his arm. The eye light that lit his less damaged socket was blazing sharp, and he was struggling to his feet the second Red started walking across the yard, snatching up his cane and brandishing it like a sword.

“What are you doing out here?” Blue demanded loudly. He stormed out of his garden, tracking mud across the carefully shorn grass. “You should be with Rus, he needs to be protected!”

“well, hello to you, too,” Red drawled. He stuck his hands in his pockets carelessly, rocking on his heels. “kid is fine, edge is with him.”

Blue’s dismissive scoff raked across Red’s nerves like the tines of a fork on a cheese grater. “Oh, certainly, with Edge, that’s surely impenetrable protection! Edge wasn’t even a full guard when he was Chosen!”

"might be so, but edge is the one in charge these days. you think i want out there handling that shit?" Either Blue wasn’t keeping up with the times or he was just being a prick. Either was possible, but the fact of the matter was that in public, Edge was the boss. His word was law when it came to Rus and it had a lotta spillover onto Toriel. To insinuate that he wasn’t capable of protecting the Judge was an insult about the level of hocking a juicy loogie into Red’s face and if it was anyone else, Red wouldn’t be fussed about getting the dust out of his shoelaces before he headed home. Blue caught the barest hint of a break, for Rus, but he was already fucking pushing it. Still, Red kept his voice carelessly easy, “you sound kinda worried about your bro.”

Blue shed the glove on his remaining hand and pulled a tidy bandanna out of his back pocket, mopping at the sheen of sweat on his shattered skull. “I heard about the attack, of course. Everyone has.”

“yeah?” Red raised a brow bone, reluctantly interested. “hear any useful gossip about it?”

“If I had, you would already know about it,” Blue retorted. He sighed and gestured for Red to follow him, making his staggering way up to the back porch. It was surrounded by flowering bushes, heady perfume overwhelmingly filling the air while bees flee drunkenly from blossom to blossom. Sitting on a little patio table was a carafe of lemonade, lemon slices floating amongst the ice.

Blue poured two large glasses, pushing one over to Red. He took a long drink, the tartness blotting out the nauseatingly thick reek of the flowers.

Blue took a sip from his glass, ice cubes rattling, and he dabbed away the thin stream that ran out of his cracked jaw with the bandanna. “I don’t hear most of the gossip, I’m afraid, not anymore. I’m a failed guard, the neighbors don’t exactly stop by for visits and chats.”

“You didn’t fail at shit,” Red retorted sharply. Bullshit was all that was, all because Blue managed to not die.

Red wasn’t fond of Blue, but fuck, he’d had nine toes in the dustpan when they managed to tow him back into the land of the living. He’d fucking well tried and if anyone wanted to toss in their opinion on whether they thought Blue didn’t try hard enough, they were welcome to give Red’s fat one a good ol’ suck.

Blue only let out a humorless laugh. Once, his eye lights had been a starry yellow-blue, showcasing his traits. Patience and justice, pretty good draw for a Chosen companion to the Judge. The one eye light he still had was pale and colorless now, reminiscent of Rus’s, only Blue’s was dull, doughy-blank, showing none of Rus’s vibrancy. Hard to believe anymore that these two were even brothers.

Curious that Rus’s Choosing gave him a pair of brothers with a matching trait of Determination. Made a person wonder exactly why, but neither the Angel nor the Judge were telling.

The glass in Blue’s hand rattled against his trembling fingers, the bones still yellowed and scorched. “Tell that to Sans.”

“tell him yourself,” Red lowered his voice to a harsh whisper. The cunning little device in his pocket would’ve warned Red if there was any active listening devices around, but Red hadn’t survived as long as he had without harsh lessons in watching his mouth, “i told you before, i can get you up to our rooms, no one’d ever know.”

Blue’s mouth twisted disgustedly. The movement from his jaw pulled the gaping crack over his dead socket grotesquely wider as the first real emotion winking in and out of his eye light in a flash. "And I told you, there is a reason that former Chosen aren’t allowed near the new Judge,” Blue slammed down his glass, a wave of lemonade slopping over his damaged fingers. “There's no telling how he'd react if he saw me! If he recalled I was once Chosen, he might--ugh!” Blue hunched over with a shudder of revulsion, “It's bad enough that you and your brother are servicing him."

“you questioning the judge’s choice?” Red said coolly, just this side of waspish. He didn't really give a good shit what Blue thought of it, especially considering Red’s reasons for being here to begin with, but he did wonder what Blue would think if he knew Sans popped out for a recent visit. Whispered a coupla sweet nothings while he jammed Rus’s prick East bejesus up Red’s cunt. The memory made a slick of wetness form at Red’s crotch and he shoved the memory back. Not the time and he stuffed that little reminiscence back where the one of his brother’s cock in his mouth lived, the knowledge of how it felt, soft and slick with his own come and Rus’s, carefully tucked into the furthest corner of his mind.

That tart question struck the dartboard in a bullseye. Blue faltered like he’d been jabbed right in the tailbone, sputtering out, “No, of course not, but���" He recovered, straightening his spine and that cool soldier’s expression dropped over his face, the stick in his ass jammed straight. “That doesn’t matter. What matters is the damage it could cause my brother to see me, so you can stop asking, the answer is no, it’ll always be no.”

“whatever you say,” Red shrugged, ‘cause he didn’t care, not really. Except for how desperately Rus wanted to see his fucking brother, just once, one last time. The brother he’d missed out saying goodbye to between Blue’s unconsciousness and him being Chosen. Any other Judge at least got a chance to say fare thee well and the fact that Rus lost the opportunity was just one more bar in Rus’s prison, caged in, body and soul.

Blue’s answer was about what he’d expected though, and that was fine. Another useless attempt to get him to the Embassy wasn’t Red’s real reason for coming.

“not really here about you anyway, pipsqueak,” Red said, letting the words fall lightly. “i heard papyrus is staying here with you these days.”

That little tidbit of gossip came through the vine in the wee hours last night, Red checking his phone with Rus sleeping peacefully beside him, Edge on the far side. He’d spent the rest of the night lying awake, cold fury thrumming in his soul and that was the real reason Red came all the fucking way out here for a little face to face chat. “shacking up with sans’s little brother, huh, that sure must be something.”

Papyrus was only a kid when Sans was chosen as Judge, still in striped shirts and missing his two front teeth. Biggest difference between him and Edge was the Crown gave a stipend to the families of Chosen to make up for the loss of income. Papyrus probably never had a hungry day in his life and certainly not after Sans put on the robes. His bro never had to worry if the shit wage he was earning in the guard was gonna be enough to keep a roof over his kid brother’s head or keep him in clothes when he started growing like a weed. Sans didn’t have to set aside enough for a bribe to make sure that whatever G he made actually found its way to his brother and didn’t end up lining the pocket of some greedy deliveryman.

None of that was Papyrus’s fault and sucking on a silver teat didn’t make him miss his brother any less. Kid tried the join the guard a few times and always washed out, only got to try more than once because of who his brother was. Red wondered morbidly what Blue’s stuck up, sanctimonious ass would’ve thought if Papyrus had gotten into the guard and Sans Chose him.

Now it was looking like that stick in Blue’s ass didn’t keep him from inviting Papyrus between the sheets.

Whatever color was in Blue’s skull leached away, the bone dulling to chalky white, and taking with it any hope that Blue wasn’t using that kid as a dim replacement. His gaze skittered away, hunted, skipping around the yard, looking for fuck knew what. For Sans to step out of the void with shrieking admonishments, for a stray bolt of lightning to finally strike him down and send Blue after those who went before him. There was nothing, only Red standing here holding half a glass of decent lemonade in the sunshine so many died to get.

There was nowhere else for that look to go, no escape, and finally Blue reluctantly looked at Red again. He said, raw and stiffly, “There’s nothing against the code about that.”

“no, there ain’t,” Red agreed, softly. He only met Blue’s solitary eye light evenly. Red couldn’t see into Blue’s soul but he fucking well hoped Blue felt his sins crawling their leisurely way up his spine.

Red set his lemonade down carefully before he gave into the urge to toss it glass and all right into Blue’s broken face. He turned away and started back around the house, barely off the patio when Blue called his name.

“Red?” Blue struggled for words finally asked, plaintively. “Is he happy?”

Almost Red wanted to tell Blue that they kept Rus well fucked. That his little bro looked good stuffed with cock on both ends, that he sucked dick with the expertise of a thousand G whore.

But he wasn’t about to talk about Rus like that, not even to get one up on his shitheel brother. “i like to think so. he’s a real sweetheart.”

Red made no mention of the almost desperate adoration that rose up in his soul that came from only thinking about Rus. That wasn’t for sharing time.

“Yes,” Blue said. His hoarse voice was low, subdued, “he always was. take good care of him?”

Better than you could, Red did not say. “want me to give him a message or anything?”

Blue’s melancholy faded and he shook his head immediately, "Judges are forbidden from any contact by a former Chosen or family, and I’m both. You know this.” He sounded like he was reading straight from the guard manual.

If Rus hadn’t been Chosen, he’d be here right now taking care of his piece of shit brother. Standing back helplessly while Blue fucked the old Judge’s kid brother and pretended he was someone else, and Red was a selfish enough bastard to be glad he wasn’t. “you’re right, i do. so is there?”

Blue only lifted his chin and it was a damn good thing he wasn’t a Judge, because his single eye light was loaded with resentful judgement. “No. There’s nothing I could tell him that he wouldn’t already know.”

Yeah, just as well Rus was Chosen. Blue didn’t fucking deserve to have his brother here with him.

Wasn’t a fucking thing Red could do about Papyrus; he was out of stripes and kid was gonna have to make his own bad decisions and what was Red gonna do about it anyway? Take him back home like a stray puppy he found on the streets? Tell him that he didn’t have to settle for Sans’s leftovers, remind him that it wasn’t Sans’s idea to leave any of them? That he didn’t need to live here, the two of them burying themselves into a dusty tomb that Sans wasn’t even in.

He wondered what Papyrus was getting out of it. If he was closing his sockets and played his own version of pretend.

He wondered why he even cared. Why had he come out here to Refuge, really?

“tell paps i said hi,” Red said finally, “ain’t nothing against that in the code, either.”

“I will.”

Red turned on his heel and headed back to the car before he said something he wouldn’t regret, but would hurt Rus if he ever heard about it. He lit a cigarette before they’d even pulled away from the curb and by the time they got back to the Embassy, he’d smoked his way through the entire pack.

~~*~~

When Red got back to their quarters, he was too fucking tired for the early hour of the day and faintly nauseous from too much nicotine. He closed the door carefully behind him, resetting all the alarms. His joints ached like all his frustrations seeped out of his soul and settled into them.

In their living area, Rus and Edge were sitting on opposite sofas, playing some kind of stupid card game. Rus was choosing to stay home for a few days, barring a Judgement, and that was the only reason Red felt comfortable enough to leave the two of them alone, anyway.

Kid didn’t want to endanger anyone else, perfectly reasonable response to what happened, but they couldn’t hide away in here forever. Rus needed fresh air and sunshine. He needed his meditation gardens, not the weedy looking herbs Edge grew on the narrow windowsill for his cooking.

That meant Red needed to go over the intel his contacts were sending along. Search for reoccurring names, patterns, anything that’d lead him to the end of this snake so he could chop off the head.

Needed to, yeah, but it’d have to wait. Right now, his head wasn’t exactly in the game. He’d left too much of his mind behind in Refuge, turning that chat over and over, trying to find a chink, a solution that didn’t exist.

Probably better to get settled so he didn’t miss a trick, yeah, that was the ticket. All Red wanted right now was some manufactured forgetfulness and he wanted to get started making it right now.

“welcome back,” Rus called cheerily. He only glanced at Red, pale eye lights filled with warm greeting, before turning back to the cards in his hand with a little frown.

That gave Red a chance to discreetly run a mental inventory of his honey. Rus was looking good today. There was some color back into his bones, his pristine skull glossy with health. His magic was leveling out to its normal slower upward trickle. Hell, at a glance he was damn right perky, and that made it hard not to appreciate how fucking pretty he was. His long robes were discarded in favor of a pair of soft, loose pants and a t-shirt to match, bare feet tucked under his knees and a hint of his clavicles peeking tantalizingly over the neckline, begging for a mouth to give ‘em a taste.

Just seeing Rus like that leached some of the aching tension out of Red’s soul, trading it out for relief.

It was tempting to step up right then, but Red hung back, waiting for them to finish their game. When Rus wasn't giving Judgments, what he was mostly was bored. There was only so much meditating and bonding with the spirits or whatever the shit that anyone could do. Protecting the Judge was the focus of their job, the most important thing, but it wasn’t the only one. The other part of their bit was plain taking care of Rus and that included entertainment.

Sex might be an easy way to knock out two birds with one dick, but it couldn’t be the only thing.

Their living room was lined with shelves filled to the brim with books and blu-rays, video game consoles and board games, anything to help Rus pass the day and hopefully forget that the sunshine his brother nearly died to get for their people couldn’t really be his.

“What were you off doing anyway?” Rus asked absently. His attention was mostly on the game, sockets narrowed, and across from him, Edge only waited patiently, the slightest hint of a smirk curving his mouth. Rus didn’t seem too worried about Red taking a field trip, it did happen from time to time.

His brother was probably less than pleased that Red took off without a word as to where he was going other than a hastily scrawled note of ‘back soon’, but eh, Red could take that medicine when he had to.

There was a split-second choice to be made here, whether to tell Rus the truth of where he’d gone or not. With only a couple words, Red could make sure Rus never wanted to see his brother again…and taint every past memory he clung to in the process. Almost did it anyway; Red was an old hand at cleaning up all kinds of messes, he could handle one more. The only thing that held his tongue was thinking of Rus’s grief, the choking tears streaming down his pretty face, and his memory of his brother would end up just one more thing he’d lost.

Only this time it would be Red doing the taking.

Fuck it, if the Angel wanted Rus to know about it, She could do the dirty work.

“nothing important, darlin’,” Red said smoothly, and that was true enough.

Rus didn’t notice anything amiss, but Edge gave him a narrow, suspicious look. Eh, he’d catch his bro up on things soon enough. Now wasn’t the time. For once, Edge wasn’t buttoned from his clavicles to his toes in his uniform, instead dressed in soft pants and a sweatshirt that was a hair too tight, probably from Rus’s side of the closet. Probably meant they’d spent some cuddle time on the sofa before starting up on the game or at least Red hoped so. He might watch the cameras later. Just to make sure.

His wandering thoughts were coagulating, coming back together in his skull and Red was already wondering what kind of distraction he could come up with to tug their attention from the cards when he heard it. Faintly, the familiar, hollow sound of a constant buzzing against bone.

Well, now, this was getting interesting, now wasn’t it.

“care to fill me in on the rules to this game?” Red drawled. He leaned against the sofa arm and treated himself to a more in-depth perusal of them both. Nothing unusual leapt out at him, not yet.

“it’s pretty simple,” Rus said. His cards were fanned out messily in his slim hands, a disorderly array of suits. “whoever loses a round has to wear a vibrator in the next round. winner gets to put the vibrator wherever they want.”

Huh. Rus sounded a little more disgruntled than that called for. Kid was an ace at counting cards, it was a little surprising he’d even persuaded Edge to play. “sounds fun.”

“i thought so too,” Rus said, shooting Edge a sulky look. “only edge doesn’t even work up a sweat, no matter where i put it. i’ve tried it behind his sternum, his sacrum, pubic arch. i'm about ready to toss it into his eye socket and let it rattle around in his skull for a while, see if that shakes him up.”

Edge laid the queen of spades on top of the card pile and said placidly, “My apologies for my self-control being so boring.”

Boring, huh. Red looked his brother up and down calculatingly. The little details were there if a person knew how to look. Eye lights barely hazed, the slightest hitch to his too-even breathing. He was a little worked up, but Rus wasn't lying, he still looked like an ice cube wouldn't melt in his shorts.

Meanwhile, Rus was pouting unhappily, his pretty smile turned upside down, and that just couldn’t be allowed, now could it. An idea perked up in the back of Red’s mind, ripe with possibilities, and Rus would go for it no question. Whether Edge would was dependent on how happy he wanted to make Rus, which usually fell under ‘a lot’. The odds were good, and Red never shied from a good bet.

Red leaned in and settled a wandering hand on Rus’s knee, sliding lightly up his inner thigh and snagging his attention. "how about we play another kind of game, honey."

Rus immediately looked wary, but Red wasn't offended. Couldn't blame him; Rus'd played Red’s games before, good on him for taking the lesson to heart.

"what game?" Rus asked suspiciously.

"Doesn’t anyone want to know if I want to play a new game?" Edge asked no one in particular. They ignored him.

Red rose up on his toes and laid a soft kiss on Rus’s mouth, lingering a little too long over that sweetness before he reluctantly drew back. “lemme get changed first then we'll talk. you go on ahead and finish that round.”

He strolled off, whistling cheerfully. The day was already looking up.

In their shared bedroom Red stripped out of his uniform, carelessly dropping it to the floor for Edge to bitch over later. A pair of well-worn shorts and a t-shirt was a decent match to the wardrobe choices of two brats out there, and made for easier access and cleanup. Ready Freddy, except for one thing.

Red knelt down and dug out a small box hidden underneath their bed, grabbed a little something that might come in handy right soon. He tucked it into his pocket, shoving it deep enough not to arouse (heh) suspicions.

Edge was picking up the cards when Red came back out, tucking them back into the box. The previously unseen vibrator was sitting innocently on the coffee table as if Red couldn’t see the faint traces of crimson that’d been hastily wiped away.

Red crawled up on the sofa next to Rus and held out an arm, pretended that his soul didn’t give a solid throb as Rus immediately snuggled in against him happily. The kid rolled over on his back, his skull in Red’s lap, looking up at him with bright curiosity in those pale eye lights as he said, “c’mon, red, tell me!”

That pout was back and Red took a moment to lean down and quickly kiss it away, allowing only a brief flicker of their tongues together before he pulled back. He stroked the smooth bone of Rus’s forehead lightly, soothingly, “all right, honey love, here’s the game. you got five minutes to get edge to come, however you can. if you don’t get it done in the allotted time, i get five minutes to make him come. winner gets the prize.”

As he’d guessed, Rus’s eye lights immediately blew wide, briefly tinging golden in an abrupt surge of desire. It faded quick enough, Rus struggling to hold it back, but the cat was out of the bag now, wasn’t it.

Across the way, Edge barely stifled a sharp, startled sound, but if he had an opinion about Red’s little suggestion, he kept it to himself.

The rest of Red’s words seemed to have wormed their way past that first thoughtless rush and Rus was frowning again, “that's not fair. if i lose, he'll already be all worked up for you.”

Red leaned down and gave him a light kiss in reward for figuring that out. “ah, but see, difference is, i don't get to touch him. no bone on bone for me, sweetheart, i promise.”

Mollified, Rus settled back. “what do i get if i win?”

“you get to ask a favor of me, anything at all.”

Poor kid was gonna get whiplash the way he kept flipflopping from interest to disappointment. “i can already do that.”

“yeah, but you don’t.” Red pointed out, “you never do. this one you’d earn fair and square, might make it easier if you’re spending your own dime rather than the inheritance.”

Rus nodded slowly, understanding coupled with intrigue lighting his face, “and if you win?”

“same deal, i get to ask one thing from you. anything i want.” That win or lose Rus was gonna enjoy himself thoroughly was heavily implied.

“anything,” Rus murmured, rolling the word around in his mouth, giving it a good taste, but before he could decide if he liked the flavor, another bargainer stepped up to the table.

“I have a question,” Edge said, coolly. Red glanced at his brother meaningfully, met crimson eye lights that were a match his own. Edge was sitting on the opposite sofa, his arms crossed over his chest. The line of his jaw was tense, teeth gritted together, but that wasn’t distaste or reluctance on his face, not one fucking bit. He waited to see if his bro would beg off or outright refuse. They’d teeter-tottered around into a little touchy feely a long time ago, didn’t matter so long as it helped get Rus off. They'd been ramping it up lately, but this was a horse of a different color, deliberate red on red without a buffer of honeyed gold between them.

He was counting on his brother not to disappoint.

“what’s that, bro?” Red asked.

Edge’s crimson tongue flicked out over his teeth, an almost imperceptible hint at nervousness. "What do I get if neither of you get me to come?"

Oh yeah, that was his bro.

"ah, that’s easy,” Red said lightly, “favor is all yours, little brother. from both of us."

Red looked back down at Rus and he could about see the gears turning in his mind. He was a smart kid, even smarter when you took into account all the Judges in creation playing house in the back of his mind. He was trying to work out what kind of monkey's paw bullshit Red wove into the bargain, but looked like he wasn't finding anything cause all he said was, decisively, "deal.”

“Deal,” Edge agreed softly. He stood and turned on his heel, walking out. Came back only a minute later with a couple towels over one arm, fucking neat freak. He spread them out on the sofa then shed his clothes, folding each piece neatly as he stripped it off. Edge wasn’t anywhere near as pretty as Rus, his bones were thicker with none of the delicacy that was laced into their lover’s, pocked with scars from the years before he was in the guard and the training alike. Strong bone that could take a beating and had, bearing the marks of a survivor and warm pride flowed over Red like syrup, like the honey he so often named Rus.

Edge’s joints were already lit with mana, either from the earlier vibrator or the recent chat, and a cloud of it filled his pelvic cradle, a thunderstorm of brimming desire. He settled back on the sofa, long legs stretched out, and said, mockingly sweet, “Ready when you are.”

A hasty search found lube where it was thoughtful stowed under one of the cushions and Rus drizzled it over his slim hands, rubbing them together until the slender bones were glossy and slick. “summon your cock first, give me something to work with.”

Edge tutted in disappointment, shaking his head, “Asking for a concession already?”

“everyone knows you don’t start a game without setting up the pieces first,” Rus countered, waggling his slippery fingers teasingly.

“he’s got you there, bro,” Red chuckled, amusement mingled with a peculiar sort of relief. All the nastiness of the day was flowing away, dirty water down the drain, simply by being around these two sassy shits. “don’t you think he deserves a little head start?”

Nice to see that Red wasn’t the only one who weakened under a pair of wide, pleading eye lights. Edge softened like sweet butter left on the stovetop. The swirl of his magic solidified, his cock formed between his femurs, already heavy and hard, a formidable piece of equipment that Edge usually put to good use. Rus reached out with dripping hands, only waiting when Red called out.

“hold up.” Red pulled out his phone, setting the timer, “okay, rus…go!”

Red settled back into the throw pillows to watch the show, one hand slithering down the front of his shorts, hard phalanges idle against his pubic crest where his magic was settling humidly. Wasn’t any part of the bet against him coming and Red was all ready to hit the concession stand.

Rus didn’t waste any time, both hands already curled around Edge’s shaft, spreading the slippery lube until the scarlet ectoflesh was glistening wetly. The rhythmic sound was wickedly obscene, startlingly loud over Rus’s satisfied hum.

There was no reaction at all from Edge, his eye lights barely flickered as Rus stroked him. Even when Rus frowned determinedly, kneeling between Edge’s spread legs, tongue already eagerly extended. He lapped softly at the little jewel of scarlet fluid beading at the head of Edge’s cock before sucking the length of it down with a messy slurp.

“that’s it. little brother,” Red called, smirking as Edge only hissed out a breath, keeping stubbornly still, “don’t make it too easy for him.”

It was a helluva show, to put it mildly, worth it even if by some random chance Red lost the game. Rus was pulling out all the stops, using every dirty, wicked trick he’d been taught between them about giving head and a couple made up on the spot. The long, flexible length of his tongue wrapped around the shaft, a thumb and forefinger surrounding the base, following the tight rhythm of Rus’s head. Mouth sloppy wet, golden spit sliding down his chin and wetting his hand as Rus sucked Edge in deep, his formed throat bobbing as he swallowed, formed muscles massaging the hard length. His free hand wandered wherever it could reach, seeking out places he knew were sensitive. Rus had mapped out their bodies with those shy, nimble fingers of his too many times to count, committing their every twitch to memory, and now he was tweaking cartilage, fondling up the length of Edge’s spine, teasing at his floating ribs.

All the little details put together a fine picture; Rus’s ass in the air, his clothed pelvis wriggling enticingly as he worked. Muffled whimpers were spilling into the air from him around the cock filling his mouth, garbled pleading, and Edge sure as fuck wasn’t unaffected now.

Sweat decorated his skull like glittery sequins as Edge breathed hard through his nasal cavity, his tongue caught between his jagged teeth hard enough that a thin rill of crimson was spilling down his chin. His knees jerked slightly with each bob of Rus’s head, bones clattering softly. A raw groan escaped Edge, hinting at desperation at the exact moment the timer buzzed, shifting to a pained gasp as Rus pulled off with slow deliberation, giving the head a last teasing suck.

Rus sighed in mock disappointment, wiping at his mouth fruitlessly with the back of his hand and only succeeding in smearing the mingled gold and crimson fluids. “damn it, guess i lost.”

“guess you did,” Red slid down to the floor with less grace than he would’ve liked, knees wobbly and his own arousal settled heavily into his pelvis. “have a seat, honey, watch the master at work.”

Mischief flittered over Rus’s face, far too quick for anything but a warning. He caught hold of the front of Red’s shirt and yanked him in, forcing his sex-tainted tongue down Red’s throat. The taste was one he knew all too well, honey sweetness mellowed with spice, rich and addictive.

A last delicate swipe of his tongue and Rus sashayed away, snagging one of the pillows to curl around while he settled in for his turn to watch.

Red licked the back of his teeth, catching the last of that tang before it faded completely. Yeah, Rus was gonna pay for that.

Or maybe Red needed to thank him, because Edge was watching them hotly with a riveted gaze, a thread of crimson fluid leaking from the tip of his cock to stain the towel.

He didn’t quite flinch as Red crawled up on the cushions, keeping a careful distance from his brother’s bare bones. There was a certain fraught quality to Edge’s expression, a feral wildness like he might bolt away.

“close your sockets, bro,” Red told him, gently. Which mean of course that Edge did no such thing, contrary bastard.

“Why?” Edge said suspiciously. His gaze flicked down Red’s body helplessly to where his dick was pushing out the front of his shorts, then away, then back to Red’s face, the color blooming his cheekbones lovelier than any flower in Refuge.

Thoughts like that weren’t gonna help Red win the game and he shoved it aside, adding it to his growing collection of ‘ain’t thinking about it’.

“because i fucking told you to,” Red retorted, “that’s why. now play the game right.”

“I don’t recall following orders being in the rules,” Edge grumbled, but this time he did as he was told.

Red waited until he was sure those sockets were closed tight, not the faintest hint of crimson showing. Then he reached into his pocket for his special toy surprise.

This particular prize wasn't from their normal toybox since Rus didn't have a lot of interest in his cock. That might be changing, he'd give it a thought some other time. The toy was made of a gelatinous material was only slightly softer than ectoflesh, formed into a hollow sheath that was lined with small bumps and curving grooves designed stimulate, drag out every drop of pleasure possible, willingly or otherwise.

The expected cries of cheating didn’t come and Red flicked a glance at Rus to find him watching with wide, rapturous sockets, face flushed golden bright. One arm was wrapped so tightly around the pillow the fabric threatened to burst and his other hand pressed between his legs overtop his pants, fingers digging in helplessly as if he could stop his cunt from forming by sheer, physical will.

The audience was waiting, the timer was set. Time to get this game started. Red scooped up the depleted bottle of lube and squirted a dollop into the sheath and with one motion, deftly slid it down on his brother’s dick.

The reaction was gratifying. Edge’s hips lurched up wildly, his sockets flying open, hands curled into claws that very nearly latched onto Red’s skull before they abruptly diverted and clenched into the sofa cushions.

"You said no touching!" Edge hissed, crimson eye lights flashing as he trembled with outrage. His sharpened fingertips dug into the cushions, tearing through the fabric down to the memory foam.

“i ain't touching you a bit, baby brother,” Red crooned, and tightened his fist around the sheath, giving it a quick, vigorous stroke. Those bumps had to be digging in, massaging their way up and down with each rub.

Edge gasped wetly, squeezing his sockets shut, "Don't call me that!"

The other sofa creaked and Red slanted a glance at Rus who was halfway to his feet, reaching out weakly and conflicting emotions tangled across his face. “red, stop," Rus said, trembling but firm. "not if he doesn't want it."

Red only chuckled darkly, dragging his clenched fist down achingly slow, then up abruptly again, "oh, don’t you worry, honey, he wants it. don't you?"

Edge said nothing, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he struggled to keep his pelvis still while Red jerked him off through the thin barrier of the sheath. Looked like the trap might need a little more bait.

Red leaned in closer, careful not to so much as graze his brother’s strong, scarred bones, and whispered, low and harsh, "you remember the first time you fucked him? the way he was spread out under you, begging you to take him?”

This time his brother’s breath creaked out like the hinge of an old door as Red kept it up, murmuring breathily close to his auditory canal, “remember pushing your cock into that pretty virgin pussy? how it was already dripping with my come, how tight he was around your cock? kinda like this, yeah, remember him cryin' cause he needed it so much? how scared he was, showing us his soul? sweet thing all dripping wet, he needed it so bad, the mess he made, oh, that honey magic and silver, practically squirting over himself the second you touched his clit, remember that? you remember how he looked when he came?"

He kept up the relentless pace with every low word, letting the memory warm him. There was a certain charm to clumsy eagerness, inexperienced hands searching unknowingly for all the places that felt best. Not that Red missed it exactly, but he sure didn’t mind bringing that memory out to play with from time to time.

Edge was struggling, heaving, his eye lights narrowed to pinpricks as he stared blindly up at the ceiling.

Almost there, almost, and Red leaned in close enough for Edge to feel the heat of his breath, a bare whisper too low for Rus to possibly hear him, "member the first time he said he loved us?"

That did the trick. Edge let out a wretched sound like a sob, bones rattling as he came, filling the sheath to overflowing with his seed. Red could feel the surging heat of it through the thin plastic, smelled the rich spice even as the blare of the alarm came from his phone.

Game, set, match.

Red pulled off, tossing the dripping sheath to the coffee table to join the vibrator already there. Edge only lay weakly in his defeat, pelvis smeared with come, the rest of his bones dabbled with sweat. Red left him there to wallow in his filth, prowling over to Rus.

Who scrabbled back into the corner of the sofa, his sockets so wide it looked like his eye lights were gonna pop loose and fizzle out on the carpet. He fumbled for the phone gracelessly, somehow managing to turn off the warbling timer without dropping it on the floor even as Red raked a look over him. Taking in the heated glow of his joints, the honey-tint to his eye lights, the wet patch seeping through his pants, leaving a darkened stain that clung visibly to his pussy lips.

Yeah, Red had his number now. Looked like their honey had a lil' voyeurism kink going on. That was a new toy Red was looking forward to playing with, fuck yes. But for now, he had a problem of his own going on in his pants and Rus’s magic was crackling hotly in the air, searing lightning searching for the ground

"lay back, sugar," Red slipped off his shorts, briefly fisting his own cock, groaning at the feel of his own hard fingers.

Rus did it instantly, squirming as he worked his pants down his legs and kicked them off even as he asked doubtfully, "this is what you want as a favor?"

"nope, this is mine by right.” Red jerked Rus down until his pelvis was at the edge of the sofa, long legs dangling to the floor. He shuffled forward, lining his cock up with Rus’s eagerly clenching entrance, smearing his cock with golden wetness. “i'll let you know about the favor."

Then he shoved into that wet pussy, groaning at the soaking, tight heat around him as Rus’s wail filled the room.

So fucking gorgeous, watching Rus whimper and flail as Red fucked him. Pretty as Rus was on his knees, Red liked him better on his back. Liked watching that lovely face scrunch up every time Red fucked into him, honeyed tears welling up, streaming down the rounded curves of his cheekbones as that sassy mouth dropped open and his tongue curled behind his teeth.

In the down under, he got to watch his dick moving in the soft, golden magic that filled Rus's pelvis. His cunt was a slippery, plush delight, that first thrust inside always bordered on too tight until his walls loosened up a little, Rus whimpering out little cries as Red forced his cock in, past the rippling clench to fill him up.

And fuck him for how hot that was. Red knew Rus could take a fist all the way up to the elbow into his pussy, a cock wasn't no big thing, (heh), but the feel of it, fuck, like taking his virginity all over again. Red braced his heels against the coffee table and pumped harder, watched the length of his shaft slide in, pussy lips spreading wide around it, parting to give him a nice look at Rus's swollen clit. Red reached down to trace around it teasingly with a careful, sharp-tipped finger and Rus let out a frantic whine.

"you want somethin’, sweetheart?" Red panted out.

"i want to come!" Sweet desperation poured from him, fuck, talk about no stamina. Then again, Rus was like a little energizer bunny of orgasms, he could keep going and going, popping off one after another. Wasn’t no reason to hold him back now.

One hard drag of Red’s thumb over his clit and Rus was arching, his legs going tight around Red’s hips, holding him in deep as he convulsed. A fresh rush of wetness flooding his pussy, smoothing out the ride.

Rus sagged back against the cushions, hiccoughing soft little cries as Red kept it up. His own orgasm was swelling in him, tantalizingly close. Next to him, the sofa suddenly dipped with added weight and maybe Red couldn’t lean up high enough to give Rus’s pleading mouth a kiss, but that was fine, cause Edge was there to do it for him, his brother’s crimson tongue moving sinuously against Rus's golden one, fuck, yeah.

"come on down here, bro,” Red growled, flicking his thumb over Rus’s swollen clit again, “got something better for you to work with."

His brother shifted downward instantly, tilting his head in to lick at that sensitive nub. His crimson tongue was long, prehensile, dipping in between Rus’s femurs. Not his normal one, either, this one forked at the tip, all the better to work against Rus's clit, circling it from both sides, yeah, his fucking clever brother. Sometimes it wandered too low, one of the tips occasionally grazed against Red's cock, slyly pushing into Rus’s cunt and catching Red off-guard with a brief firework of sensation.

Red could taste his own sweat, sharp and faintly bitter, tried not to jerk as that tongue lashed against him again. He didn’t want Edge the same way he did Rus, he didn’t, but oh, you kid—

Fuck it, he couldn’t hold out anymore.

Red let go with a groan, pulling out to come in hot streaks over Rus's pelvis, and, oh, yeah, his bro's face. Edge flinched, closing his sockets and didn't stop, licking Rus through another orgasm even as a glossy spurt of come striped across his tongue, the fluid a shade of crimson darker than the ectoflesh.

With a deeply satisfied sigh, Red shuffled over enough to flop on the sofa even as Rus trembled and writhed through his shuddering ecstasy. He watched through narrowed sockets as Edge sat up, blinking too fast and his tremulous expression was loaded with conflicting signals. Almost, Red reached out, his sense still blurrily pleased, struck with the idea of rubbing his come in, smearing it across his brother’s scarred bones, marking him—

He reeled back, snorting aloud at his own stupidity. Yeah, yeah, his brother and no one else’s. He’d lived that schtick his whole life, no reason to complicate it now.

Looking at it sideways, the mess of his come was dripping down Edge’s skull in a way that made Red think hilariously of strawberry syrup on cheesecake.

Well, it could be a sweet treat for someone to eat, now couldn’t it.

"whoopsie, looks like i messed him up," Red drawled, elbowing Rus lightly. "you gonna clean him up, sugar skull?"

Rus stirred at the pet name, sockets fluttering open, then going wide as he took in the sights. He swallowed audibly, husking out, "yeah i can…i can do that if…if you want?"

Like Edge was even capable of turning that down. A short, sharp nod and Edge sat obediently still, let Rus lave at his face, greedily licking up the spatters while Red watched the crimson smearing the deeper gold of his tongue avidly. The sudden flood of fresh arousal was startling, almost unwelcome.

Almost.

The way he figured it, Edge would only stand that for so long before he hauled them all off to their massive shower. The three of them standing together beneath the generous spray, the water pouring down on them about two degrees lower than the temperature of lava, exactly how Rus liked it. The probability of blowjobs or fucking was high and so was the chance of a nap afterword, Rus snuggled up against him blissfully well-fucked, his brother on the other side. A preciously rare gift from the Angel to make up for the slagging shithole of Red’s life before.

He'd guarantee that Rus would mumble out a sleepy ‘I love you’ for them both before drifting off and right about then, Red wanted that more than anything in the fucking world. Those three words, Rus, and Edge.

His, all his in a way no one’d ever been his entire life. Not even Sans.

Red didn’t have a fucking clue what game they were playing anymore. Didn’t matter, either. All he knew was that the fates were sore losers and that he didn’t give a shit.

He was playing to win.

-fin

Next Chapter

[arkhamdoll]

PRETTY POSION. / poison ivy x reader

requested: yes

warnings: none

𝐘/𝐍 𝐋/𝐍 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐦. 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐛 𝐚𝐭 GOTHAM BOTANICAL INSTITUTE, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫; 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

"L/N? Make sure to get that serum down to the testing chambers before you clock out." A deep, yet soft voice calls behind you.

It was your co-worker standing by the door, as he runs his calloused hand through his graying hair. You look up from the various paperwork you had been doing for who knows how long, giving him a small smile.

"Sure thing, Michel. Have a good night." He returns your smile before waving you off, exiting the door. The room then went silent, as you let a small sigh escape your pursed lips.

You had been in the full room for hours, filling out lab reports for the Azaleas you had experimenting with. It was just cross-breeding; something that was as simple as multiplying to you. Even if it sounded simple, the flowers you were cross-breeding seemed to give some mixed results; which was what you were trying to figure out.

Your mind had been all over the place since moving to Gotham. With trying to find steady income, to trying to get an apartment secluded from the city's muck. You wouldn't have gone here if it wasn't for a new job opportunity at the Botanical Gardens. You would make more money here than you would working as a florist, so you took it.

Though there was one another thing that interested you into coming here: and that was Dr. Pamela Isley AKA Poison Ivy.

You had seen her on the new frequently, and while she was a dangerous woman, there was something about her that interested you. The fact that she became part plant? Her eco-terrorist view? You couldn't pinpoint it.

Though your co-workers simply laughed at your thoughts. "She would feed all of us to her giant monster plants; let alone let one of us talk to her."

There it goes: you're thinking too much again. Abruptly standing up from her small desk situated in the middle of the room, you remove your lab coat from your shoulders and decide to visit the Botanical Gardens. Going there during stressful shifts would help calm your nerves, and help give you a small peace of mind.

The serum Michel had been talking about is what got you so high up in ranks. You had been studying mutations, and had created a serum that would affect the plant's DNA sequence. This could help when cross-breeding plants, inserting mutated cells into their sequences. It could help farmers and others of the like when it comes to food production.

You exit the room, encountering few people in the hallways of the corridor. You smiled and greeted anyone who walked past, though you couldn't wait to be alone. After walking for another  few minutes, you reach the outside.

The gardens were filled with hundreds of species of plants: birch and oak trees, roses and gardenias, to common thistles and generic species of plants. There were small, round pieces of stone placed carefully along to make a aesthetically pleads pathway, and you walked along it until you reached a bench facing north.

"Finally." You say under your breath as you take a seat on the cool metal. You admired the flowers surrounding you; such beauty yet they were so delicate. The breeze dancing across your shoulders sent a slight shudder up your skin, though the coolness felt nice after being cooped up in the lab for hours.

Your (E/C) eyes land on a bed of Devil's Ivy. Guests would always come up and ask if it was poison ivy, fearing they would get a nasty rash from the pant. Sometimes you said no; other times you would just flat out tell them yes because you didn't really care. It's their fault for not educating themselves in botany and the true beauty of each species.

You couldn't stay for long. It wasn't your official break, and you wanted to finish the rest of your work and call it a day. But you didn't, something about the trees blowing along with the wind and the sound of crickets chirping urges you to stay longer. So you did.

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

You were shaken by your friend, Isa, who appeared to be heading home. You must have fallen asleep, as it was extremely dark outside and the parking lot was almost empty.

"Isa? H-how long was I out here?" You check the time on you watch, not remembering when you left the building.

"Long enough for the entire staff to bounce. Don't forget to put the serum up," she says, helping you by taking your hand.

"Thanks. See you tomorrow." You wave, and like that she was gone. Rubbing your head, you adjust your clothing before digging for you keys in your back pocket.

It must be after 11, as the place was locked up. Luckily you were granted some spare keys. Unlocking the front entrance and flipping the main light switch on, you stumble around the corridor making your way to your lab.

Everything was where you had left it, your white lab coat hanging from the cushion chair you sat in. Picking up the piece of clothing, you draped it around your shoulders, looking through the scattered paperwork.

"I'll finish these later.." You mutter, the drowsiness getting the better of you. You still don't know how you had managed to fall asleep, and why no one bothered but Isa to wake you.

Sighing, you stuff the papers in your folder, sticking it into your work bag. The blue serum, which had a metal lid screwed on tightly, sat at the corner of your desk. While it was still in development, you were certain that this could be a big help. At least, you hoped.

Carefully picking up the metal container, you use your back to open the door and make your way down to the testing chambers. While you tried walking steadily, you couldn't help but pick up your pace so you could get out of here sooner.

Using your ID, you side the thin keycard through the lock, granting you access. In the chambers lied a few other plants and substances the team had been working on. You loved the serum onto a table, using the keypad to securely lock it.

"There, time to go." As you turn your back to the serum, a loud crash is heard toward the front of the building. You froze, thinking of the numerous possibility's. A meteor? Explosion? Maybe someone's car crashed? As your mind ran around trying to think of answers, a giant vine smashes its way trough the thick metal door.

You take a few steps back, your adrenaline going crazy. Balling your fists together you await to see who is causing all of this.

A woman steps in through the smoke, she was all too familiar. Poison Ivy, of course.

"Excuse me, dear: I'm going to need that." Her voice sounded so silky, and elegant. She brushes some of her dark red hair past her face, her hands resting on her hips.

One of the vines shoots toward you, wrapping you up in its thick stems. You were pretty astonished to see a plant of its size, and you couldn't help but analyze it.

Ivy walks past you, commanding one of the vines to break the glass the serum was held in. The pieces strewn across the floor, the plant woman smirks as she takes the serum in her hands.

"Imagine, the army of plants taking over Gotham, then soon the world." She whispers, as if she was talking to her plants. You looked at her, intrigued to say the least. Her beauty mesmerized you, and the way she talked about the plants, you didn't want to say it was love at first sight but this woman interested you.

She held the serum in her hands as if it was a child, and her dark, emerald eyes look up at you entangled by her vine. It put some pressure against your figure, though you assumed she would have crushed you to death by now.

"You were such a help love. I won't forget you." She gives you a gingerly smile, blowing a kiss out to you. Your heart fluttered, though when she continued walking past you it crashed.

Here she was, right in front of you. What would you say? You didn't have much time.. Panic sprang through your body, as the vine slowly began to let go, dropping you to the floor.

You land on the hard floor, rubbing the shoulder you took the fall on. Ivy turns back to look at you, though you didn't know what she possibly could be thinking. Like that, she was out of the building before an army of police arrived at the scene.

"So an explosion happens, and you couldn’t see who took the serum?" You sat across from Isa in the cafeteria, munching on the turkey sandwich you had packed. That chatter surrounding you was minimal, though everyone was probably talking about the same thing: Ivy.

It was a few days after Ivy had attacked the gardens. After major repairs, you were finally able to go back to work. But their was a detail you had left out, and that was who took the serum. There were no security cameras, so everyone pretty much believed you.

You nod, putting your sandwich down on a napkin.

"Strange. Who knows what they will do with your serum in their hands." The woman remarks, sipping on her latte. You had heard the same from pretty much everyone who asked you about the incident.

For yourself, you couldn't stop thinking about that night. True, Ivy stole something valuable to your work. But you began to question: is she really an evil person? She had the chance to rid one of the "meat sacks", she calls it, but instead she had spared you, barely leaving a scratch. Her other victims couldn't say the same.

"Maybe. Though that was a test batch; it may not go their way." You assure your co-worker, who nods and gives a smile.

"I'm just glad you made it out in one piece." She replies, earning a small grin from you.

Work was not too productive. You spent most of your time in the Botanical Gardens, as repairs were still finishing up and you were given the chance to go on leave after the incident. You could have taken the chance to stay home and relax, but you dismissed the idea. Your apartment was barely furnished, and you would rather be outside in the gardens than stare at a beige wall all day.

You were walking along the neat stone walkway, admiring the different bushes of flowers outlining the walls; hydrangeas, endless summers, weigelas. You ran your fingers across the leaves and petals, just a little quirk you had. You loved feeling the soft, petals across your fingers. Sunshine beamed across the Are, and for the first time since you had been in Gotham it never looked so beautiful.

Night came. The moon rose above the sky, as it swam in a dark grey ocean of clouds. You were currently in the lobby, waiting to clock out. Isa leaned against the doorway waiting. You soon punch out, walking towards the woman as she readjusted her ponytail full of brown hair.

"You wanna come over? My husband got some fish to grill." She says, opening the door for the two of you. It sounded nice, though you sort of wanted to be alone for the night. You needed some more time to process the other night. And you didn't want Isa to find out your secret.

"I appreciate the offer, but I'm rather tired. Maybe tomorrow night?" You reply, beaming her a smile.

"I understand. Stay safe, Y/N." She gives you a warm hug before she turns to find her car. You were thankful to have such a faithful friend, and you began to get in your car.

The drive was silent, you didn't care for the radio much, it was all garbage (to you anyways).  It went okay until all of a sudden your car kept coming to a halt. You spat out a few cuss words before stepping out, slamming the door.

"Great, just great. Perfect." You mutter, trying to piece together how you were going to get home. You pull out your cellphone, about to test Isa to come get you before you felt something thick wrap around your waist and mouth.

"Mmmhhff!" You attempt to scream but only muffled voices came out. Your eyes were covered, so you were completely clueless as to what was going on. You hear fragments of glass fall to the ground, before being lured to the ground. Your eyes and mouth were uncovered and you take in chunks of air.

You look back and the apparent window you came through was covered in thick shrubs and vines. You turn forward and none other than Poison Ivy was in front of you.

The redhead made her way down from what resembled a throne made out of bark and moss.

"Ah, there you are. I was afraid I might have grabbed the wrong person." She says, now standing less than a foot away from you.

The vines that held you slowly loosened, drawing back into their original places. You slowly get up from your knees, cautiously. You had to admit the woman was unpredictable.

"W-What do you want with me?" You ask slowly. You tried to sound as assertive as possible, but you question cane out with a slight stutter.

A vine traces its way up from Ivy’s leg to her hand, and she gives the it a loving look. The vine looked very unusual, a blue tint surrounding it. Your eyes began to widen when you realize that it’s your serum in the plant.

“Dr.. Y/N L/N, yes? My babies have told me so much about you..” she goes to say. It took you a moment to realize she was referring to the plants as her “babies”, which stunned you to say the least.

“They love you; they tell me you love them too. And your serum has made them feel better than ever.” The plant makes its way towards you, as if it was trying to hug you. The tips of it’s vine stroked your cheek, but you didn’t know how to react.

“I.. I’m glad.” You breathe out.

“Yes, you should be as am I.” She whispers, her dark eyes glancing at you. You make eye contact, your heart beating faster every second.

“Why did you want me here?” You ask, pulling some hair out of your face. Your other hand began to stroke the vine on it’s own.

“I was going to wreck the entire Botanical Gardens. But through my plants I’ve seen how you are.. you care about my babies.”

You didn’t know what to think. Part of you wanted her to go, the other wanted to get away from there as fast as possible. But for some reason you felt so attracted to her.

“Ivy.. I do. Nature is the only thing that seems to accept me..” you whisper, not knowing how she would react.

Ivy takes a moment in silence, before pulling out a small spray can from her pocket. Before you knew it, you were coughing up a storm from the fumes.

“What was that?!” You say after your coughing fit.

“Toxin immunity.” She answers in a stoic tone before hping you get up.

“For wh-“ your sentence was interrupted by a pair of lips meeting yours.

You froze in place and not too long after the kiss was over.

“That. If I kissed you before you would be filled with toxins right now.”

You were shocked, and a bit embarrassed that you let yourself be so unconfident.

“But why? I thought you hated humans. And why me of all people?” You ask. You didn’t know what else to say.

“There are some that pass the list. And by that I mean you and Harley Quinn,” she crosses her arms.

“And simple: you helped my babies. You’ve earned their trust, and mine. For not even telling the police it was me.”

You give her a small nod. She had some good points. Though a part of you knew this was wrong, you knew one thing: you were in love with her.

“I trust you.”

After that night with Ivy, you began to visit her frequently after work. You shared countless stories together, and got to know one another as Y/N and Pamela.

Tonight was no different. You pull in to the abandoned apartment complex, waiting for a plant to help you up the window.

Before you knew it, a wine emerged from the shadows, gently lifting you from the ground and into the apartment.

Ivy was laying in a bed of moss, looking towards you as you enter.

“Well hello there. Long day?” She asks, judging from the tired look on your face. You give her a nod, and the vine carries you to her.

You were placed on the moss bed, Ivy scooting a bit closer to you.

“Ivy?”

“You don’t have to call me that. Call me Pamela.” She says, her mouth turning upward into a smile.

“Right. I just wanted to say I’ve never felt happier these last few days.” You say with a sleepy smile.

Pam’s eyes widen a bit before she returns your smile.

“I’m glad, my blossom.” She plants a kiss on your forehead, as you began to cuddle up against her figure.

Weeks after meeting Ivy, you stopped going into work.

Isa searches for you, though with no trace she had assumed the worst. She was heartbroken, even holding a small funeral for you after the police pronounced you dead. Little did they know,  you had never felt more alive.

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