#unless it has something to do with the gold? maybe he went to where the gold is stored for whatever reason?

[pochapal]

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[h0ttestgrlinm0urgu3]

your friend isn't always a genius

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dom! aaron hotchner x brat reader

summary: Aaron's been on a case for to long reader decideds to be a brat but he gets home sooner than expected, turns out aaron got some advice from his friend.

warnings: use of y/n, masturbat!on fem, consensual voyeurism, being a brat, punishments, recording, daddy kink, mentions of spencer reid

it's been almost two weeks since aaron went on a case. it wasn't anything major, but with the towns police hindering the investigation due to a lack of knowledge and experience, he's had to stay longer than planned.

you know you can't blame aaron for being on a case, but having a break in routine always results in you bratting. so honestly, he shouldn't have expected less.

you currently sat on your knees infront of your full body mirror dressed in only a pair of pretty pink lace panties and one of aarons sleep shirts, taking pictures that you knew you'd get in trouble for. it didn't matter tho, you loved aarons punishments. you loved the way his hand felt when he spanked your ass or when you'd go brain dead from him fucking you so good. if you were being honest it was one of your favorite things.

sending the pictures to aaron you sit and wait for him to see it. it's around nine, and he's usually in the hotel by now unless they had a break in the case. you check and seeing that he read the text you pussy dampened and your heart speed up. waiting for a reply you sit there, and sit there, and sit. it's about 5 minutes when you decide to call him.

the phone ringing 3 times before he answers. 'hey sweetheart' he answers like he would normally. 'why didn't you answer my text?' you question, opting out of a greeting. 'because your not supposed to do that' he replys plainly. 'so? what you were just gonna ignore me?' you ask him letting your voice raise.

' I was' aaron says as if it's a normal thing.

' you never ignore me ' you say pouting as if he could see you. ' and you continue to be a brat. ya know spencer and I got the talkin and he said that if someone constantly has the same punishment every time they acted out, it'd become less effective.' he states, making you wonder what in their conversation made them talk about this and why he thought it pertained to you.

because it does.

'and? the fuck does that mean aaron?' you pout feeling the urge to really pass him off now. I mean if he was gonna change up punishments you can change up what your getting punished for.

'watch it' he warns urging you to not play this game. decideding he was beyond wrong and that you'd not only play this game, but win. you hung up the phone, removing your underwear you sat up the camera to where your pussy was on full display. hitting record, you let your fingers travel down your cheest, over your stomach past your clit collecting all of your juices on your fingers. bringing then back up to your clit you make eye contact with your camera as you start to play with your pussy.

moaning at the pleasure, you couldn't deny how good it felt, but you also couldn't deny how much it felt nothing like aaron. bringing your fingers down to your entrance, sliding them in as your eyes roll back and toes curl.

'oh fuck it feels so good' you moan out. you continue to fuck yourself on camera for about five minutes before you realize something. 'fuck I can't cum' you groan out. not knowing why but still wanting to win. so you crop the last bit of the video and send aaron the gold parts.

confused on why it's been five minutes of really good pleasure, and yet you haven't cum yet. you decided to get a toy, recording yourself play with it for a while before groaning and giving up at the same out come.

editing that video and again sending only the good parts you guessed that you must have became camera shy out of nowhere. so you play with your pussy while the camera isn't on. you try everything in the span of 6 hours, reaching for your phone at hour 3 to watch porn because maybe you need a little help.

which lead to realizing aaron once again left you on read.

you genuinely felt as though you could cry now. that's when the realization hits you. you've must of been so hardwired to aaron that it's impossible for you to cum without him now.

feeling angry, not necessarily at aaron, but at the fact that he probably knew you couldn't come without him, that's probably why he was okay with ignoring you.

getting cleaned in the bathroom before going back to the bedroom with a frown on your face, you let out a huff as you plopped on the bed.

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waking up the next morning, you check your phone. feeling your heart drop and crawl it's self back in place you read the one message from aaron. sent hours after you went to bed, about 1 a.m., telling you how they had a break in the case and caught the guy in the act. which means he'd be home anytime today.

that'd usually make you ecstatic, but with aarons newfound discovery of ignoring you only God knows what your punishment will be.

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you spend the day cleaning the apartment, cooking aaron his favorite meal, even going as far as making brownies. also thinking it was better to clean the whole apartment too just in case.

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almost perfectly on time, when you're taking the brownies out, aaron walks through the door. 'hey baby' he greets, walking over to hug you. "at least he's not that mad" you think to yourself. 'hi' you reply shyly, letting your head rest on his chest.

you've missed this, and if kinda makes you feel bad for being a brat. looking around the kitchen, aaron smiles fondly at the food you prepared. then picks you up whole he spins to look at the whole apartment, he knows it's because you didn't expect him home so soon after acting out, but he still loves it.

'enjoy the time you have sugar, cause after we eat your ass is done for' he smiles grabbing a handful of your ass and pecking your lips, before letting you down and making his way to the table.

let let out a groan, but honestly expecting that food and dessert wasn't gonna save you from your punishment.

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your weren't that hungry so you finished before aaron. as soon as the last piece was gone from his plate, you shot up to start cleaning the kitchen. 'Ah, that can wait baby' aaron tells you as he gets up from the table and motions for you to follow. 'what? noo, I got it' you answer starting to wash the dishes.

aaron walked behind you, an amused smile on his face. which goes away after he sees that your purposely washing slowly 'the longer you take on the dishes, the more time is added to your punishment' he says, making you drop the fork out of your hands. 'what? that's not fair'. you try to argue only for aaron to turn around and make his way to your shared room.

saying fuck it you decided not to do the dishes and follow him to the room. 'you done?' he asks 'fuck you, yes' you reply. making him laugh while he sat on the edge of the bed.

'get undressed baby' aaron commands you. decideding to choose your battles wisely and not have you outfit ripped apart, knowing aaron is not only good for buying clothes but destroying them, you undressed.

moving over, you sit in the center of the bed like he always tells you. waiting for him to say something you patently wait playing with your fingers.

he gets up from the edge of the bed and turns to you 'had fun without me?' your boyfriend asks you. 'not at all daddy, it was so boring' you answer back. ' so glad your back now' you add smiling up to him.

he lets out a loud laugh at your answer. 'seems to me you had all the fun in the world' aaron says. shacking your head no, while he shakes his head yes 'I know you did baby and it's okay.' he speaks as he makes his way to the chair in your room. 'how many times did you cum?' he ask while getting comfortable.

'don't ask me that daddy' you groan. he chuckles while un doing his tie. 'you don't want to tell me baby?' he questions. Shacking your head no he just smiles at you before speaking 'go ahead nd show me baby'.

confusion feels your body as aaron watches you from across the room. 'what?' you whispered, silently praying that you misheard him.

'baby I want you to play with your pussy while I watch' he admitted as if it was a mundane request. 'show me what you did while I was gone' he told you with a smirk.

shacking your head no, you desperatly thank of anything to get you out of this. 'that's so embarrassing daddy' you tell him as you pout.

your pussy is getting wetter by the second but you didnt know if you'd be able to cum. or even worse if you'd be allowed to.

before you could blink aaron got up and exited the room. you were confused to say the least and once he returned with a lighter that confusion only grew.

that was, until he went into your shared closet.

your jaw hit the floor as you see him walk out with one of your favorite pairs of heels. 'aaron what are yo-' 'shh baby' he cuts you off tossing your heels infront of the bed.

'they're just encouragement' he says as he reclaims his seat, lighter in hand 'but know that you'll be punished one way or another' he says plainly.

letting out a whine 'this isn't fair' you tell him wich in return earns you an eye roll. '10 minutes' he speaks. 'huh?' you question '10 minutes' he repeats.

'10 minutes to cum or you'll have 10 minutes to say goodbye to your shoes. you pick.' he clears up slightly shrugging his shoulders.

expecting your embarrassment you lay back down and prop your knees up. 'is that good?' you ask to which you get no reply. you drag two fingers through your slit and to your entrance. collecting your juices before letting them dip in.

you let out a moan, letting your body relax as you bring your finger out and back in. you cant lie about how good it feels, humiliation and all.

dragging your fingers out you bring them to circle your clit. you look at aaron and notice his intense gaze on your pussy in return you let out a whine and feel your pussy clamp around nothing.

you speed up your fingers and bring your other hand up to grope your breast. surprisingly to you, you can feel your orgasm building up.

adding more pressure to your clit to chase your orgasm it seems to finally click for aaron that your about to cum. to say you could see the disappointed on his face would be an understatement, "ill let her have this tho" , he thought to himself.

your shut your eyes as tight as they could as your feel the coil in your abdomen burst 'oh fuck daddy' you moan out as your orgasm washes through you.

breathing deeply as your legs twitched you finally opened your eyes to see your boyfriend on his phone. 'aaron what the fuck are you doing' you question as you see him typing away.

he barley spears you a glance before going back to typing and saying 'spencer said you wouldn't be able to cum on your own by now'

tag : @jxvipike

a/n☆ this is the 3rd version of this story bc tumblr deleted the other two 😺 not proof read, so mb for any mistakes😻😽 - daisy

[bobfloydsbabe]

gold rush | eccentric professor!bob floyd x oc

SUMMARY: Everyone knows history professor Bob Floyd is a little eccentric. He only drinks tea steeped for exactly four minutes, his desk is pristine while the rest of his office looks like a bomb went off, he's distrustful of technology, and he definitely doesn't want or need a teaching assistant. Certainly not one who's as aggravating as she is pretty...

WARNINGS: academia au, enemies to lovers (if you squint), age gap (mid-to-late 20s/late 30s), bob being grumpy and rude. strictly 18+/minors dni.

WORD COUNT: ~0.5k

A/N: Eccentric Professor Bob Floyd has been on my mind constantly for the last week, so here we are with a moodboard and a short blurb. This AU will not be a full length series, but a collection of blurbs and drabbles. Special thanks to @ryebecca for raving with me about my new favorite grumpy man. Don't hesitate to send me questions and headcanons!

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Bob stops dead in his tracks in the doorway to his office, hot tea spilling over the edges of the cup.

Inside, among piles of books and paper, stands a woman with her back turned none the wiser to his presence. She can’t be one of his students–they know not to come to his office unless they have an appointment.

“Who are you?” he asks, not bothered with pleasantries.

She turns around with a startled laugh. “Dr. Floyd, you scared me,” she says with a hand pressed to her heaving chest. “You can’t sneak up on people like that.”

“You’re in my office,” he points out, brushing past her as he walks to his desk in long strides, placing his cup on a coaster to protect the wood.

“Right,” she agrees.

He sits and pulls his books closer to continue preparing for his next lecture, but his eyes drifts back to the young woman. She appears to be in her mid, maybe late twenties. Dark hair falls in loose waves around her face, and she’s looking at him expectantly. “Did you need something?” he asks.

She cocks her head to the side, brows furrowed. “I’m waiting for you to put me to work.”

“Work?”

“Yes,” she answers, incredulous. “What did your old TA do?”

He stares at her, almost convinced he’s hallucinating. “I don’t have a teaching assistant.”

She smiles at him, wide and enthusiastic. “Well, you do now. Would you like me to clean up a bit? It’s a little messy in here.”

Bob suppresses a frustrated groan. Pushing back from his desk, he stands and rounds his desk, stopping in front of her. The scent of her perfume hits his nostrils, something spicy and vaguely floral, and this close, he can see all the colors in her eyes. “I don’t want a TA and I certainly don’t need one. Whoever hired you–”

“Dr. Kazansky,” she interjects. “–made an error. Now, please, leave.”

Walking back around his desk, he ignores the sound of her taking a deep breath and composing herself. She doesn’t speak until he’s fully sat and emerged in his books again.

“You may not want me here, Dr. Floyd,” she begins through clenched teeth, forcing him to look up. She holds his gaze, determination and a hint of defiance in those dark doe eyes. “But you’re stuck with me. So, I’ll be back tomorrow and we can start over. Have a good day.”

The door slams and Bob’s left in the silence of his office, staring at the spot where she stood mere moments ago. Of course, Dr. Kazansky went behind his back to hire a teaching assistant–he’s insisted that Bob needs one for years, but Bob’s always been able to avoid it. Until now, it seems. He wonders how long she’ll last before she realizes he’s too set in his ways to change. But as he imagines the way her nose will scrunch in annoyance, it occurs to him he never even got her name.

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[lyrakanefanatic]

Thoughts that I wanted to share about the brothers Hawthorne/ the grandest game bc I don’t wanna make a million posts about each one 💀

1: Phone girls dad literally shot himself ON. HER. BIRTHDAY. 😭😭

2: Skye Hawthorne MIGHT be in the grandest game, because when Avery got bombed and Ricky and skye got arrested for it, they found out that it actually wasn’t them which means they prob got out of jail (maybe not Ricky but probably skye) and she might be controlling one of the players

3: WE’LL PROBABLY GET TO SEE A SUNSHINE X GRUMPY TROPE!! (Mathias and Gigi)

4: we’ll see which 7 contestants avery will pick for the game!! (While I was writing that instead of contestants I accidentally put tributes 💀)

5: we might learn more about Toby’s backstory (or just the Hawthorne backstories in general, like Zara’s, nans or Alice’s)

6: speaking of Alice, SOMEHOW THAT OLD GRANDMAS GOING TO BE ALIVE

7: this isn’t really a prediction but more just like a possible hint for the grandest game, but when grayson tells his brothers about the riddle “what begins a bet? Not that”, Jameson says this

He says “what’s the opposite of a handshake?” And I found a picture online that shows multiple different options of what could be the opposite of a handshake

Basically most of the words on there kind of show “misinterpretation” or just different words for some sort of mistake, so would that mean that the “beef” (im just gonna call it that bc I don’t rlly know what went down) between tobias and thomas thomas was maybe accidental?? Or maybe they got into a disagreement that ended in thomas ending his life? All the book really shows is that one paragraph (that I highlighted in green) that talks about what Jameson thought of the riddle, and then Jameson was talking to Avery about the game (probs bc jlb didn’t wanna drop too many hints lmao) And then if you add it in with the “abet” theory ⬇️

It said that one of the opposites of a handshake were “refusal” and “disagreement”, so what if tobias had wanted thomas to aid one of his crimes and thomas refused, and maybe tobias gave him an ultimatum which is why he shot himself?? It’s so confusing bc what would tobias even do that was so horrible that thomas had to shoot himself, I really don’t know. but if anyone has some theory’s on this pls lmk! 🫶

8: holy guacamole 7 was a long one, but anyway i feel like there are definitely more hints on the grandest game in the brothers Hawthorne then there were in the final gambit, even though in (i think tig is the one that clue was from?) the inheritance games “special” edition bc idk what their called it said “hints in the final gambit”. (although one loose end from tig was David Golding, and @riddles-n-games had a good theory about that) But i read the final gambit entirely and didn’t find a single clue other than David, so that’s kinda weird (unless somebody else found something else they found interesting in that book?)

9: Eve might also be behind one of the players, or just trying to get involved with the game so she could get the cash prize or whatever else it is that that psycho needs 🙄

10: we’ll (most likely, bc I’m 99.9% sure that she’ll be in tgg) see what phone girl looks like and see which one of us were right 😜

11: kinda random but i will bet a whole 5 dollars that phone girls name is either gonna be flower related, or just straight up be lily. Or maybe both, but just think of how ironic that would be (there are calla lilys all over the cover of tgg… 🤷‍♀️)

12: LIBBY NASH WEDDING!!! 🤭🤭🤭💗

13: so off topic but WHERE DO GRAYSON AND JAMESON GET THEIR MONEY FROM??? like I’m sure jameson probably gets some cash from his billionaire girlfriend, but what about grayson?? he says in tbh that he’s “buried in work” but what kind of work does he do?? and who does he work for?? 🤨

14: Okay this is gonna be the last one bc i need to shut up, but does anybody have an idea on what some things in the grandest game cover might symbolize? we know about the lilys and the opal rings, but other than that i CANT seem to figure out anything else on there 😭😭

and okay that’s all thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫶😊🙌

[camusscigarette]

do u have any headcanons for hannibal :3

Hannibal HeadCanons!!

Some trigger warnings maybe? It gets a bit..smutty at the end. Just a bit. Nothing too explicit.

His favorite designers are Christian Dior and Elie Saab. Why? Well, Dior has a unique way of creating such feminine clothes that captivates the eye while Elie Saab makes everything look so ethereal and mythological, it inspires him to draw both Bedelia and Will in such clothes

He went once to Lebanon for the purpose of visiting the last traces of the Roman empire and somehow managed to befriend a nice elderly man on the Beach in Byblos where he offered him a Glass of Aarak and from now on, Hannibal invests in Aarak. Because as the elderly man told him, "Aarak tastes better when you eat it with raw meat".

It's true he's a vile man in his own and twisted sense due to his acts of cannibalism, but Hannibal absolutely hates a lot of well known Serial killers. Why? Because he thinks their motives were weak. He finds their killing styles vulgar and absolutely untasteful. To him, killing is an art. Done is a messy way and disfiguring one's body and leaving it in utter ruins is foul. He thinks that, if you want to disfigure a body, turn it into a statuette or something artistic, not clumps of flesh.

He thinks Rosé is a wannabee Wine. It's his least favorite wine because he finds it rather simple and so vague in taste.. It's a knockoff White wine mixed with water.

He loves Bvlgari. Why? Snakes. He loves snakes. Because they remind him of Bedelia but also Will. Snakes are harmless unless provoked. And their bite can either be deadly or merely a scratch.

HE'S A GOLD GIRLIE.

He's been to Romania many times, even speaks the language. Finds Dracula's castle boring. Loves Castel Peleș because it has every architecture in the world from different societies and civilisations.

His favorite chocolate is Terry's chocolate orange in Dark Chocolate.

He'll always be the big spoon. He finds that holding tightly onto someone he loves reassures him and his anxieties. He likes to tend to people's injuries as well. Bathing them. It's more comforting to him then them.

He secretly loved Bedelia but she wasn't enough for him. She'd never allow her person suit to slip and dwell into madness like him and Will.

He liked Avatar the Last Airbender AND The Legend of Korra. PS. He thinks that Lin and Kya should be a thing.

He's an existentialist, but absolutely HATES Jean Paul Sartre. He'd much rather prefer Simone De Beauvoir and Fyodor Dostoevsky's existentialism.

He enjoys Albert Camus' works. Often quoting his letters to Maria Casarès to those he shared a liking to.

Thinks Sigmund Freud was right.

He low-key has a breeding kink..lowkey..

And overstimulating. He likes to test other's limits by pushing them over the edge, even when he knows it's becoming painfully unbearable.

He hated the Cookie-Croissant thing until he was forced to try one and absolutely loved. Still publicly hates it but secretly..

Red nail theory? Biggest victim of it.

He doesn't like any modern artist, but you'd catch him singing "Happiness is a Butterfly" in the shower. Because "its speaks to him"

He indulges in self flagellation.

HE LOVES ARABIC POETRY MORE THAN ANYTHING .

Hope you liked it! Part Two?

[topguncortez]

This may be controversial but I have to speak my mind.

I don’t understand how we as a fandom decided that Jake was more likely the womanizer and f-boy. Bradley was the one who literally sauntered into the Hard Deck wearing a Hawaiian shirt (because he HAD to be different) and aviators (INDOORS) and then proceeded to unplug the juke box and play piano to work the crowd. Jake was just chilling playing pool with his best friend while wearing his cute little uniform.

And YEA Jake teased the other aviators as they came in, but it seemed to be more good natured ribbing than any true intended insults. ROOSTER was the one who took it too far and told Jake that he was gonna get someone killed. You can see the moment Jake’s face switches from light hearted to a defensive mask. :(

If there is a fuck boy in this situation, you can’t tell me it wouldn’t be rooster. He would LIVE off of the attention of women and would use the piano to take home a different girl every night. He probably has issues letting people in because of the loss of his parents and mav, I feel like he wouldn’t be the relationship type unless he finally decided to unpack all of that in therapy (*which is a wonderful thing and I think everyone should go)

no because it’s not controversial. i 100% agree with you anon.

Bradley for sure suffers from only child syndrome and gold-star child syndrome. he’s kinda used to being able to walk into a place and all attention is on him. he’s been able to get away with a lot pulling the “my dad died while in the navy” card (can very much see mav telling him to suck it up. he’s not the only kid who’s lost a parent). i also believe that bradley has a hard time sticking in relationships long term. i think he’s very much a one night maybe a couple nights type of guy.

Jake on the other hand, i think he has some very strong southern values installed in him. Not saying this man is a saint or he hasn’t had his nights where he takes a girl home and returns her calls the next day. But i do think Jake is more of the settle down type of guy. i also think he’s got a lot of respect for all women, not just his mom and sisters, but just women in general. (bradley pretty much just respects carole and phoenix)

now, i’m glad you brought up Bradley’s comment to Jake. Jake was just tryna do some good old fashioned teasing like we saw him do when Phoenix walked in and when Bob was finally noticed. However, it was Rooster who took it too far by mentioning leading someone into an early grave. and you could see everyone’s face change, not just Jake’s. Those words had a deeper meaning than just some rivalry smack talk and Rooster knew it. Now i think, because of that Jake bringing up Goose was warranted.

My fan theory has always been that Jake, Rooster and some girl were in a love triangle, something went wrong and the girl died. And Jake hasn’t ever really dealt with it, just kinda shelved it and moved on, but Rooster hasn’t ever forgotten.

[baronessblixen]

A Ring and a Promise

Today's the first day of the Eight Nights of Mulder. We're starting with: gold.

I snuck in a 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge prompt: family heirloom

Summary: Mulder has a very special gift for Scully. (Fluff, set in season 7; wc: 1,097)

Tagging @today-in-fic @eightnightsofmulder

With the last snow melting and Spring tiptoeing in, Mulder decides it's time for a change in his life, too. For weeks, he's been trying to find the right moment. Seeing Scully lift her face to the sun, a small smile playing on her lips, he can't wait any longer.

"I have something for you," he says.

"What did you say?" Scully turns to him, shielding her eyes from the sun.

"A gift. For you. Maybe... consider it a very late or very early Christmas gift."

"Is that becoming a pattern with you?" He loves her teasing. Lately, she's been doing it more often. And she's smiling more. A sight Mulder can't get enough of. "Christmas was months ago. I've had a birthday since then." She gently nudges his side.

"My present wasn't ready then."

"I admit I'm curious," she admits. "Where is this present?"

"In my pocket." It's been there for months. A few years ago, he considered giving it to her for the first time, afraid he was going to lose her. This time he's not afraid. He's not going to lose her. This is just to show her that she's his choice. That no matter what, he wants to be by her side. Wants her with him. For always. His smile is as shaky as his hand as he reaches into his pocket to take out the small box. Scully looks at it, then back at him.

"Mulder, I'm not sure that-"

"Relax," he says, "I'm not asking you to marry me. Unless you want me to." His wink is met with an amused eye roll.

"But I want you to have this." He puts the small box into her palm and closes her fingers over it.

"Can I look?" she asks him.

"Of course." He waits, watches her as the box comes open with a soft squeak. Scully gasps and stares at him open-mouthed.

"This is a- I can't accept this."

"It's yours."

"Mulder, this is a ring."

"Oh, is it? I thought it was sunflower seeds."

"This isn't funny."

"No, it isn't. I- Scully, I meant what I said. I want you to have this ring. After last year and the whole thing with Diana, with us doing IVF and- I found this again after my mom's death. Have I ever told you about my grandmother?" Scully, still staring at the ring, shakes her head.

"Let's sit down on that bench over there." His hand lands on the small of her back and they walk the small distance together, the golden ring catching a ray of sunshine as they do.

"My grandmother on my mother's side was Jewish. She and my dad never got along and after Samantha... I didn't see her often. The last time I did was shortly before I went to Oxford. She was old by then and sick. I was too young, or too much in denial, to understand that she was dying. She gave me this ring, making me promise that I wouldn't sell it, and would never let my dad have it. I thought she was crazy." He chuckles softly.

"She said this ring has been in her family for ages. I wasn't listening. You know me. I just wanted to get away from everything, even her. She'd always been good to me but I was young and dumb. What I remember is that she wanted me to give it to someone special. Someone I consider my family. I took the ring with me that day, barely looking at it. I left it with my mom. She asked me once if I wanted it back."

"Diana?" Scully asks, reading between the lines.

"Yes," Mulder admits. "But I laughed it off. I never wanted Diana to have it. My mom gave it to me after her stroke. Said it was time. Said that maybe I'd need the ring soon. And I almost did." Tears shimmer Scully's eyes when he glances at her face.

"I almost gave it to you back then." His voice cracks. "I would stare at this ring, thinking I should give it to you. But I was scared, Scully. I wasn't ready to admit it. I wasn't ready to stop fighting. It seemed too final. I could have - maybe should have - given it to you after you beat your cancer. But I- I didn't. But it's time, isn't it?"

"You said this wasn't a proposal." Scully sniffs and he puts his arm around her, pulling her into his side.

"It isn't, it's... a promise." Scully laughs and when their eyes meet, all he sees is love. It's no surprise to him. They don't need to speak the words to know they both feel it. Though he has said it. Even if Scully never says them, and he never dares to repeat the sentiment, it's there in everything they do. And he wants her to have something tangible to remind her.

"A promise to never ditch me again?" There she is again, teasing him.

"A promise to always come back if I do?" he offers in return.

"If I wear this, people will notice," Scully says, taking the ring out of its box. "I still can't believe it, Mulder." When she tries it on, she gasps, realizing it fits perfectly.

"I had it fitted. But I don't expect you to wear it. I just want you to have it. No matter how we define this - us -, you're my best friend, Scully. You're my family. There's no one else I can imagine giving this to. I don't want to either. It's you." Forever, he adds in his mind.

"I did not expect this," she says. "But- I love it, Mulder. The ring is beautiful and I appreciate the thought."

"Do I hear a but?"

"No buts, Mulder," she says, observing the ring on her finger. He does, too. It looks good. More than that, it looks right. His grandmother was right. There was a special person waiting for him all along.

"Thank you." She touches the side of his face and presses a long, lingering kiss to his cheek.

"No kiss on the mouth for a ring?" he jokes, grinning.

"Not in public."

"Does that mean I'll get another one later when we're alone?"

She gets up, the ring still on her finger. She offers him her hand and he takes it. Neither lets go as they start walking.

"You'll get another thank you later," she promises him, and he can't wait. For later, for tomorrow, and for every day he gets to spend with her.

[klausysworld]

Hey! Could I request a Klaus x Reader where Klaus wants to do something that could get him killed and the reader is adamant about stopping him and when Klaus explodes and asks why they want to sabotage his plans, they tell him they're in love with him and couldn't stand to lose him?? How it ends is up to you but I've wanted to see this idea written for a while and your writing is so so good <3

I don’t want to lose you

“I’ll go in and ‘negotiate’ with Mikael for the white oak while you two go in and look for Elijah, father won’t have hidden him well and once he sees me he probably wont bother keeping Elijah. Y/n if you could stay here and watch Hope that would be great, right are we good?” Rebekah and Hayley nodded and discussed how they would sneak in, Klaus walked off towards his art room and i just kind of stood there.

Worry boiled inside of me at the thought of Klaus being right in-front of Mikael who has a white oak stake just waiting to kill him. I quietly made my way back upstairs and straight to where i knew he was

“i don’t think you having a chitchat with your homicidal stepfather is the best plan if i’m honest” i spoke lazily as i sunk down onto the chair in the corner and watched as he got his paints out onto his palette and picked out his brushes

“mm while thankfully nobody really requested your opinion on the matter” i rolled my eyes and trailed my eyes down him, his grey henley and dark jeans fit him perfectly if anything maybe a tiny little too tight as i watched his shoulder blades through his shirt and sucked my bottom lip

“still i think it’s stupid, i mean whatcha gonna do? it’s basically a suicide quest” his head was turned a bit so i knew he was listening, his hands tighter on the palette in his hand

“perhaps if you had a smidge of faith in me it wouldn’t be a suicide mission but an act of valour.” he sounded mad. that was good, it meant my words were affecting him and he would rethink his decision

“faith or not what’re the odds yanno? i mean you were running from him for what was it?..oh yeah a thousand years!” that seemed to do something as he dropped any artsy stuff and spun round to face me, his eyes were cold and his expression was angry, offended but i kept up my ‘does it look like i give a fuck’ face and stared blankly at him. He eyed me for a minute, his eyes darting across my face to catch any expressions i could be hiding, i was nervous. but he didn’t seem to notice that at all and viewed me as purely arrogant

“look love, i’m not entirely sure why you seem to think your voice has any sort of importance but it doesn’t so unless you actually have something nice to say u suggest leaving” i rolled my eyes but didn’t move to leave

“so you only want me around when i’m kissing the ground you walk on? maybe you should go on the trip it might be a little quieter without you around smashing all of your shit every time you throw a temper tantrum” my voice got harsher, i watched the emotion swirl behind his eyes

“who do you think you are!?” he practically growled as he got closer to me, i stood from the chair so i could get out of the room just incase he went full rage mode

“i think i’m the only person in this home with a brain! especially now that Elijah’s gone its like talking to idiots” his eyes bled into gold and he took long strides towards me, i stepped backwards until i was flush against the wall, his face just above mine looking down at me and his hands either side of my head

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you! i have a plan! i know what i’m doing, i think i should how to survive after what was it? ah yes a thousand bloody years! you don’t get to sit there as though you are high and mighty, you’re weak and pathetic, you are nothing so how daw you come here, insult me to my face and try to change the trip I’m about to take! it’s not a fucking holiday y/n! i know it’s dangerous but i’m doing it to save my oh so wonderful brother!” his chest was heaving as he huffed in face

“and what about you! Elijah’s going to be too weak to come back and save you if Mikael gets you and what if just murders you on the spot? You know that he would! Rebekah and Hayley are going to be too busy with your stupid brother to come back for you and i can’t do shit as i’m so fucking weak and pathetic! you’re going to die klaus, die!” tears slipped down my face despite trying to fight them back and i avoided his eyes suddenly finding the wall opposite much more interesting

“i’m not going to die y/n, you know that i wouldn’t let that happen i have to come back to my incompetent siblings and my daughter and you” i sniffed and shrugged

“you can’t just expect to walk out of every scenario untouched, you’ve faced your father before, you personally have told me literal horror stories of Mikael, i don’t want you near him” his hand came up to hold my jaw as i slowly looked back at him

“i’ll be right back, i can give you my word on that” i shook my head and let the tears fully stream

“i don’t want to lose you” i whispered, my voice breaking at the end

“i’m not leaving” he whispered back and went to kiss my cheek but i turned my head a little and caught his lips with mine, it was only a peck as he pulled away with a surprised look on his face and i gulped in the fear of his rejection. He hesitated before pressing his mouth back against mine, i brought my hand up to the back of his hand and pulled his closer as i pushed my tongue between his lips and poured my every emotion into this kiss, he reciprocated my passion and cupped both my cheeks.

We slowly parted, i kept him close and pulled his head down to rest our foreheads against each others

“please don’t do something stupid, i love you too much for you to die, it’s not fair” i mumbled with my eyes still closed, his thumbs caressed my skin and he gave me another small kiss

“we’ll think of a different plan okay? you come with me and lets talk to the others yeah?” i stilled when he didn’t say it back and tears filled my eyes once more

“right…yeah okay” i whispered and dropped my hands from his hair

“y/n?”

“mhm?”

“i do love you…i have for ages i thought you knew that” i breathed a laugh and shook my head

“you think if i knew that i might’ve done something sooner?” he smiled and chuckled before kissing my head

“i figured you were holding out on me love”

[general-klumpp]

DuckTales THEORY: 'New Scroogea' Cliffhanger (S4+)

TLDR:

S3 cliffhanger: discovery of unseen continent, New Scroogea

Whether inhabited by Scrooge wannabees, clones or stans, Webby WILL play a part to bring them together, Donald tagalong

Ma Beagle and Rockerduck are almost certainly the main villains

Ending might seem a bit lackluster and must pave way to S5

If they went this far, S5 would have May and June as the main protagonists while tackling the multiverse.

Hello Duckblr! Although I'm currently working on my own take on a hypothetical Season 4 of DuckTales, I just found out a strange tidbit of information from the artbook. Combine that with already existing speculation online and I have a nearly perfect picture.

Courtesy of violetganache42, That's right. Had DuckTales not been canceled, the cliffhanger would be the discovery of an unseen continent known as New Scroogea. It's been speculated that this could be the location the cast could have originally been planned to fall into.

The question is...what is New Scroogea?? Some believe it's a place where everyone dresses up or acts like Scrooge. Some believe Scrooge will colonise the place. Some believe it's a place where its inhabitants idolise Scrooge. Some even believe it was the result of F.O.W.L. dumping treasures, which could substantiate the defeat of Bradford.

Since it's a common word now that S4 was planned to be Webby's season, she could fit the plot with a few of these examples with New Scroogea inhabitants in mind. Scrooge wannabees, or dopplegangers? Webby can help them while solving an internal conflict within Scrooge, seeing that she, May, and June represent his troublesome side. Scrooge stans? Webby can teach them the proper way to follow in his footsteps. Scrooge colonises? Webby gets Hortense for a word or two about ethics. Donald is 100% our adult protagonist because he has May and June.

While we now understand how Webby will fit as the main protagonist, what about the villains? A better question is, what two villains know about owning a new land, and who may be of interest in taking over a new continent? That's right, Ma Beagle and Rockerduck! Ma Beagle makes perfect sense as there was a comic, 'His Majesty, McDuck' which involved the Beagle Boys trying to take over Killmotor Hill which was declared as a separate country from America. Also, Beagleburg and the fact that she never got her season. Rockerduck because we need to see Rockerduck Estates and there was this gift made for John Hodgman depicting him as a lawyer, perfect to defend Ma Beagle. Other than that...maybe there'd even be a New Scroogean gone rogue...

So...how would the New Scroogea plotline end? I'll be brutally honest, (it's not sour grapes because I found out about this after I started DuckTales MMM) I don't really like it. Why? Because it would destroy all this foreshadowing made earlier teasing us about more important ideas. Poe De Spell? Waddlemeyer? Negaduck? What about characters who need to find a new purpose or peace such as Magica, Manny, Gizmoduck, etc? Unless New Scroogea was kinda affected by the Ramrod or something, I believe these ideas would have to be pushed aside for a fifth season, giving it a lackluster or predictable ending where the New Scroogeans just laugh or swim in gold or something... Considering they had at least 87 more ideas in mind, a fifth season would tackle May and June's pursuit of a social network while going into the multiverse plot teased by the Darkwing characters.

So...yeah...what do y'all think?

[pjo-hoo-toa-freakazoid]

As an Octavian enthusiast and his self-proclaimed husband 💅🏼 ✨I’m not letting go of the possibility that Octavian could be in Tsats, unless stated otherwise when the books comes out.

So I am going to state a few ways of how he’d be introduced or play a part in the story:

If he plays a rather less significant role, He could have a small cameo in the Fields of Asphodel. While Nico and Will are passing, maybe one of them notices the familiar looking spirit, and on further inspection recognise it to be Octavian’s.

Or a cameo in either of their dreams, since apparently dreams in Tartarus are supposed to reflect your inner fears. Maybe one of them has a dream about Octavian’s death. And we get a monologue about him by either one of the boys. I think since Nico already described his thoughts in his POV in BoO, then this time it could be Will’s thoughts on the incident. Cuz in BoO he didn’t really say much about it and it seemed like he didn’t exactly want Octavian to die.

Now if he is indeed significant. I think he’d be a mini boss, clearly for shock factor. I don’t quite know where exactly this scenario will fit but it could be either right before they find Bob, or after. So this is what happens.

So basically what he does is that he stalks them for a good amount of time throughout the story, causing small accidents of sorts. But actually this isn’t there in the story and it’s all happening offscreen. So we won’t know until the very end. Tho there’d be mentions of an “eerie feeling” following the boys.

So somewhere around the middle-ish? They find Bob, then there’s a boss fight and a dramatic reveal. Octavian has led many monsters to where Nico and Will are. He proceeds and gives a big speech about how he was betrayed. And something along the lines of “You let me die” to make both of them feel guilt (his usual gist of manipulation). Both in a sense do, but Will is more affected. This time he really wants to save him no matter what since he didn’t get the chance in BoO. There’s a whole segment about this in Will’s POV about his thoughts during the Onager scene.

Another reveal, Octavian never truly had a trial, and is turning into a Mania. the only reason he could cross over was that he managed to bribe Charon (Man does not get paid enough) with all the gold jewellery he was wearing. But that was to no avail since he didn’t have a trial he couldn’t enter into Elysium, So he wandered around the underworld hiding, until he slowly started to lose his sanity. And when he saw Will and Nico, he followed them around until they found Bob and cue the boss fight.

(In case Nico and Will went straight to Tartarus through the Trog’s tunnel. Let’s believe At some Octavian fell into Tartarus on accident, became a mania over time, saw the two of them enter once day, followed them around and cue boss fight)

There’s either the good ending or the bad.

Bad ending: They defeat Octavian, Nico banishes Octavian into eternal damnation which parallels Bryce Lawrence’s death scene. And they go about their quest.

Good ending: They defeat Octavian, Will gets his chance to save him, he knocks some sense into Tav’s head before he can fully transform into a spirit of pure insanity. Nico banishes him to the overworld and he is now a Lar. But he got transported to CHB instead of CJ and he’s now stuck there and doesn’t know how to get home.

Now I leave this here to put on my clown makeup 👍🏼

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 10

H X H ( ILLUMI ZOLDYCK)

CONTROL

WC: 2708

TW: none

masterlist

Chapter 9

Over the years both of the assassins had gone and completed many missions, each making a name for themselves. Without realizing it, both Illumi and Noa had been competing for the top spot for best assassin. As well as they were both going and preparing for the hunters exam. 

Illumi needed the hunter’s license to help him when it came to gathering information. Noa just needed the license to have under her belt, nothing of much interest to her. The both had begun their journey. 

Noa had arrived first, making her applicant 47. When Noa walked in she examined all of the present applicants. The only person that caught her eye was a clown/ magician who sat and shuffled his cards. Noa was very intrigued and stared at him with complete focus, watching as he shuffled each card so quickly without a mistake. Well that was until a small card flew out of the desk but was pulled back. Surprised she uses gyo to see if there was anything , and to her surprise she notices something like gum attached to his cards..

Noa’s intense stare didn’t go unnoticed by applicant 44, in fact he enjoyed this attention. Oh how he loved being admired. He stopped his shuffling to glance up with his gold amber eyes, once he saw her eye to eye he was impressed by her unwithering stare. Noa wasn’t bothered at all, for she thrived at such tension. To be polite, like the magician he his, he passes Noa a smile, in which Noa returns one back. Always keep your friends close and your enemies closer,  though she wasn’t all too sure where to place this magician. 

Without much thought Noa walks towards a wall that has a high ledge and jumps up to sit at the very top, this provides Noa with a view of all her competitions and those who will enter. Noa always knew it was better to get a bird’s eye view, always easier to see planned attacks. 

One after another contestants fill the room, until a small white haired boy with his little skateboard comes in. This alone was the start of a moment she wished to avoid. 

Noa (pov) 

Is that Killua? No, it couldn’t be. How could he be here, he was never allowed outside of his estate grounds unless it was for practice for missions or with a butler.. Unless, Illumi is here.. I look around to try to find him, but nothing. Illumi not with killua? Something must be wrong.. I jumps off the ledge and walk towards killua, hoping that i would catch him off guard.

“ Well if it isn’t Killua.” I shuffle his hair from behind him, startling Killua in the process..

“ N-Noa?”

“ Don’t look so scared Kil, it’s just me.” I move to stand in front of him and laugh. 

Killua takes a step back from me and takes an attack stance ready to fight me if I attack. “ Killua, you can relax, I do not wish to fight you, nor will I plan on it.” Killua looks at me with his intense stare contemplating if i meant my words, to which he decides that i am and relaxes. 

Pft, to think he thought he could beat me in a fight.. poor boy doesn’t even know how to use nen, let alone fight me.

“ What are you doing here?” Killua asks as he avoids eye contact with me. 

“ Well no particular reason, I just thought I could do it and just have the license under my belt. How about you Killua, I’m surprised you’re here, is someone with you?” 

“ No, I'm here alone, I wanted to see how hard this hunter's exam was.”

“ Hmm. I’m surprised your parents let you go alone, thus, i'm under the impression that you went against them. or better, on a mission”

 “ Maybe.”

I laugh and begin walking back to my original spot, i notice that Killua doesn’t follow, so I stop to turn back and move my head in a way that says “ let’s go.” He begins following me but we are stopped by another applicant, number 16.  He greets us and introduces himself to us, and tells us that he can tell that we are rookies and new to the whole exam. I gave a side look to killua and see that he too was already looking at me. 

“ Here let's toast to friendship!” Tonpa extends two cans of what looks like soda. I grab both the cans and open them before giving one to killua. The moment I open it I can tell something was added to it.. Hmm friendship you say.. 

Killua and I take a sip of our drinks and look at one another, I laugh to which he too laughs. Ha, he could tell it was messed with too. We finished our drinks and bid our goodbyes acting like we were buddy buddies with him.  I climb back up to my little ledge and make myself comfortable, with killua following my moves. 

“ So much for friendship, he tried poisoning us already.” 

“ Yeah, what an idiot! If only he knew we were trained assassins” Killua laughs and folds his arms behind his head and closes his eyes. We stayed quiet and just let the chattering in the air occupy our thoughts, well that was until Killua asks me a question. 

“ Noa, why did you stop visiting us?”

“ Well I had a lot of missions, nothing personal towards you, in fact you’re my favorite Zoldyck.”

“ Well that’s a lie, your favorite zoldyck is Illumi. Hey, actually was it because of big brother that you stopped coming?”

“ Hm sure you can say illumi was once a favorite to me, but don’t worry i can promise you that you’re my favorite. As for illumi being a reason, I will neither confirm nor deny.”

“ So that’s gotta be a yes!”

“ I take it you won’t accept any other answer.”

“Only if you can give me a convincing answer.” He turns to give me a small side smirk with side eyes. I shake off his comment and give a small chuckle and continue to look at all the applicants walk in. 

I keep a mental note of who I must keep an eye on, and to be honest none look like they’ll be any trouble. Well that’s until an applicant walks in.. he’s handed the badge number 301.. With every step he takes he rattles and shakes.. Much like he’s got the jitters or chills. Wait a minute.. What is he wearing… I’m no snitch but someone needs to call the fashion police. Has no one told him how terrible that outfit looks? He walks towards the magician, and begins talking with him from what I can see. Hmm, it looks like they know one another. And on that note, why do they both have a smaller waist than I do?  

“ That pink haired guy looks kinda creepy.” Killua comments.

“ Hm.. Him? Oh not at all, his little partner on the other hand, terrible fashion choice.”

“ his outfit, more like his hair and what is up with his face?”

“ Don’t be rude killua!”

“ You’re one to talk, you just made fun of his outfit!” Killua yells. 

We both bicker back and forth each defending our own opinion, that is until the pink haired man points in our direction. That is when we both stop to look at the two figures in the distance…

“ Wait, do you know them?” Killua asks me.

“ No.. not that i know of.”

“ well they sure know you..”

I stare back until they both look away. I jump off the ledge and dust myself off, to which Killua follows as well. I turn to look at the young boy, “ Well I'm going to walk around and see if I can learn anything.. You should do the same.” 

Killua nods and bids me a goodbye without a second word. “ Killua.” I call before he gets too far from me, he turns to look at me with his cat-like eyes. 

“ I wish you the best, just know i have no intention as i mentioned before to hurt you, that being said if you need anything just find me if you can, I’ll always be near. ” 

“ I can handle myself.”

“ I wouldn’t doubt it, but very well, I will see you around.”

I walk away and shuffle my way through the crowd, I try my best to avoid any contact with anyone, just so I can avoid any trouble.. That was until some idiot bumps into me, I guess I’ll be nice and apologize. 

“ oh I’m sorry!” 

The man stops and laughs, “ yes, you should be.” 

Excuse me? I’ll show you who should be sorry, “ My apologies, what did you say?” I stand with both hands interlocked in front of me with my head hanging low, to look like I'm submitting to him and really apologizing to him.

“ Can’t even hear me, it would be better for you to drop from the exam before it starts.” He chuckles and turns to face me.

Without a second thought I walk past him and gasps can be heard all around me. I’m guessing no one thought I’d do anything.. Never judge a book by its cover, “ Looks like you’re dropping first, quite literally.” I smile as I hold his heart in my hand and watch him fall to the floor. I look back at the heart in my hands and dig my fingers into the organ and rip it apart. Causing whatever blood was left in the organ to splatter around. Out of reflex I dropped the heart and caught whatever it was being thrown at me. In between my fingers I could tell it’s a card, I brought the card in front of me to see what card I held. Looks like I have the queen of hearts, how ironic. Already knowing who it belongs to, I face the magician and do his little card trick, by making the card disappear. 

“ Now you see it, and now you don’t.” I smile towards the magician, to which he applauds me. 

“My my.. It looks like I have a competition.” 

I  walk towards him and notice his little friend stands next to him, “Competition? Well I suppose you decided we are opponents rather than allies. Fine by me, not that I see you as any competition, I would waste my time in a fight with you.” 

“ A waste of time, you wound me with your words.” he dramatically throws his hand over his heart. 

“ Well while you're wounded, I assume you wouldn’t mind if I took your cards.” I then hold his deck of cards in my hands. He looks at me taken back by my actions but doesn’t question it. But waves me off. I begin shuffling the cards myself, this is when I notice that his cards bend like regular cards, but sharper than a dagger in the corners. 

“ So delicate flower, what is your name?”

“ Noa, Noa Lucafist.”

“ Hisoka , and this here is Gittarackur.”

“ Lovely to meet you, Hisoka and Gittarackur.”

After the introductions, we begin discussing what we are to expect in the exam. This is when i find out that Hisoka had done this before but was eliminated for such careless acts. But I couldn’t help but notice that Gittarackur kept his solid gaze on me, not once looking away. His stare alone felt familiar, intense.. Cold, yet comforting… I turn to look at him but he turns away, okay? 

Just when I’m about to ask him if there’s something wrong, an announcement that the hunter exam is about to start.. This is when we all learn that we must follow the examiner. 

The three of us all begin to start running to catch up with the examiner. I don't worry too much since I’ve ran countless miles for hours before. The key is to take longer strides and level your heart rate. I notice that Killua passes me with his little skateboard, letting the small breeze blow through his hair as he just relaxes. Smart boy. I continue to run at my pace until the pace begins to pick up.. Damnit, just when I was getting comfortable. With a sigh , I just pick up my pace a bit, but that is when i see others begin to fall behind and even give out completely.  

How could they have already given up, we haven't even started! With my attention somewhere else I didn't notice that I had ran closer to Gittarackur and bumped into him, almost knocking myself over. But He’s quick to grab me before I could even stumble, allowing me to keep my pace without stopping. 

“My apologies, and thank you.” I thanked him, but I got nothing in return. Hm, maybe he’s just an awkward man.. 

We continue to run for what seems like hours and I saw that more than half of the people had already dropped out.. A shame, I thought this was going to be harder. That is when i see a little boy like Killua run up past me reaching around where Killua is. Huh, another kid.  I watch the two kids and then hear some grown man begin yelling at Killua telling him to stop disrespecting the exam. But Killua isn’t bothered much by his comment, and actually seems confused. That is until the other kid backs Killua up telling the older man that it’s not an endurance test, just that we need to keep up with the examiner, smart kid. 

Killua slows down to start talking with the kid and that’s when he jumps off of his board and begins running with all of us. I smile at the two kids knowing that they are probably talking about some kid things. 

“ Do you know that white haired boy?” For the first time Gittarackur speaks up. 

“ Why do you ask?”

“ You were with him on the ledge back in the waiting room.”

“ mm, Yes i do, someone I’ve known for years..  So if you hurt him, you will regret it.”

“ I have no such plans.”

“ Good.”

We continue to run besides each other as we begin to descend up the stairs. Hisoka seems not too bothered by any of this running as he runs with a smile on his face, such a peculiar man. He’s a transmuter that’s for sure.. That’s when it hits me, does Gittarackur know how to use nen?

“Gittarackur, may i ask you a question? “ If you must.” He rattles as he turns his head to look at me and responds.

“ Are you a nen user by chance, I imagine if Hisoka is one.. He would only surround himself with those who are of either equal or stronger levels of strength.”

“ Yes i am.”

“ Then what are you exactly? Type I mean.”

“ A manipulator.”

“ Oh.. so am I!” 

“ I see.”

That is when our conversation ends, did I wish he spoke more? Most definitely, but i’ll take what i can get. I’m brought back to earth once I see light begin to fill the tunnel, finally we’ve reached the exit! I pick up my pace trying to get to the end faster rather than later. 

Finally we reach the end and out of the tunnel, I walk towards where Hisoka is and behind follow his buddy. Some of the applicants that are left begin asking if this is the end of the first stage, this is when we learn that we are in the Numere Wetlands and we need to pass to get past the first stage… The examiner then begins to explain the nature of the whole land and about the creatures that live in it. but a stranger comes out all wounded, or should i say creature.. The moment “ it” popped up it began explaining what one of the creatures would want, or rather what it would want, to eat human flesh. 

I laugh internally and begin grabbing the rose thorns from the little flower brooch that I wear. All the other applicants begin to make sense of the whole situation, and even begin accusing Satotz of being a false examiner.  I sing in a low voice ‘ roses are red and violets are blue, tell a lie and these thorns will kill you.” In seconds the little metal pieces pierce right through the creature. 

“ Well you took away my fun delicate flower” Hisoka grins towards me.

“ There is only one room for a deceiver and it’s me, sorry hisoka.” I walk and approach the body to pull out my thorns, and shove them into my pocket. The crowd looks at me like I have just committed a crime, ungrateful is what they are.

The examiner applauds my actions but informs others that this was to be expected. Well at least I know that none of this will be too difficult.

[copiousloverofcopia]

A new fluff piece commission from my sweet friend @sistersaccharine based on the gorgeous art she received from @dipendancesld

Art and story shared with permission

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Something Within Your Eyes

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It would be her birthday when the clock struck twelve and she wondered to herself how she would be able to control her excitement for the rest of the day. Papa would be held up in Ministry affairs all afternoon, leaving her alone to dwell in her thoughts and anticipation. “What a way to celebrate.” she whispered to herself, bouncing her legs as she sat on her favorite bench along the churchyard. “I wonder what he has planned.”

The autumn breeze carried the leaves along the cloister as Sister Saccharine trembled with excitement. A navy blue envelope held tightly to her chest, filling her with joy. An invitation from Copia to meet tonight at the main staircase, when the moon it’s at its highest in the sky. Her breath halted at the thought. Her dearest Papa, asking to see her at midnight.

The reigning Papa and his demure sister of sin had grown quite close since his return from tour. The two of them, thick as thieves and practically inseparable at times. The ghouls enjoyed kidding her—saying if they wanted to find Papa, they needed only to find her first and there he would be. While neither would admit it, a romance had sprouted between them.

Something small, like a seedling from Primo’s garden, that was always present but overlooked unless one searched for it. Saccharine had been aching inside to tell him. To confess the truth of her heart to her Papa, but whenever the time arose, she couldn’t bring herself to utter the words. Maybe he didn’t feel the same? Would this ruin the friendship between them? All questions she asked herself which ultimately kept her silent. Pining for him, unaware of his own internal struggle with his feelings for her.

As the day dragged on, Saccharine counted down the hours, the minutes, and even the seconds until the time she would meet with Copia on the stairs. Her thoughts filled with imaginings of the surprise he had planned for them. When the time was finally near, she went to her room to change, donning her favorite dress. Frills of lace and such beautiful fabric, one she knew he would love.

She pulled her long brunette hair back with a bow. Gently patting on a bit of blush to the apples of her cheeks, before heading out the door. She bounced down the halls, her heart pounding away as she grew closer to her destination. When she reached the stairs, she saw from the corner of her eye that one of Copia’s rats, Rigatoni, had been quietly traveling beside her. “Well hello little friend, what are you doing here? Don’t you think Papa will wonder where you’ve run off too?” she giggled, the little rat climbing into her cupped hands. He seemed to nod in response, eliciting a smile from the excited but anxious sister.

Suddenly the sister felt a gentle weight placed on her shoulder. Her breath halted as she heard the familiar voice of her Papa. “Mia dolce, you can understand them too?” Copia beamed as Saccharine turned to face him.

“Oh Papa it's you!” she delighted, a smile spread wide across her face. Her pink tinged cheeks, lifting upward toward her eyes. Eyes that sparkled in the light from the stained glass window atop the stairs. The moon, truly shining with its full glory on that night.

Copia looked so handsome. His military style jacket worn over his favorite peasant top and gold embroidered vest accenting his shape. While his tight threaded pants, left little to the imagination. The sight of him alone enough to make Saccharine flustered. He had little Gnocchi on his shoulder, her and Rigatoni, two of Saccharine's favorite rats.

“Sweetheart…Sei bellissima.” Copia praised as he spun her around. He looked deeply into her eyes, taking in her beauty as if to commit it to memory. She was breathtaking and there was nothing he wanted more than to spend this night beside her.

“Papa, you asked to meet me?” she asked, noticing the intense look in his eyes.

“Sí, I have a surprise for you.” he smiled, taking her hand and leading her up the stairs. Saccharine’s heart fluttered away like a million butterflies inside her. Where could he be taking me? They reached a large pair of old doors, covered with deep engravings of Luciferian imagery. Saccharine ran her fingers across them, feeling the rich craftsmanship and sensing the history beneath her fingertips as she waited to see what Copia would do next.

“Papa?” she began before Copia interrupted by taking her hand.

“Sweetheart, please call me Copia.” he insisted, Saccharine nodding as Copia opened the doors. As they creaked open, the sound of their movements echoed into the room before them. The doors, opening wide to reveal their secret. She could hardly believe her eyes—the Ministry ballroom.

She had heard of it before, the siblings recanting tales of parties and celebrations past. When the third Emeritus reigned, he had thrown them often. Splendor and enchantment, promised to all who attended these soires. Such stories filled her with a longing–that one day she would see it for herself, and that day was finally here.

Saccharine walked in, Copia following closely behind her after shutting the doors up behind them. It was so much to take in. The room was massive, the floor covered in black and white checkered tile, that spread as far as her eye could see. The ceiling was decorated with elaborate chandeliers, hundreds of candles awaiting their flames. The towering windows that lined it, allowing in the full luster of the moonlight, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful glow.

“This night is for you mia cara.” Copia smiled, “Tonight we dance, a celebration of your birth. The day Lucifer graced this worldly plane with someone so perfect as you.” he said, the words igniting inside her.

“Oh Pa–Copia, it's so beautiful.” Saccharine cried, the tears falling from her eyes as she turned away, shyly attempting to conceal them. Copia kissed the top of her head and lifted her chin up to face him.

“May I have this dance sweetheart?” Papa asked her, his gentle hand outstretched to her. The shy sister took his hand, Copia smiling as he placed his right hand on her shoulder. The two of them began to waltz around the room. Rigatoni and little Gnocchi, watching on as Copia spun Saccharine around. Whirling and twirling as the two of them giggled away.

Copia was quite impressed. The sister was a lovely dancer. Her movements, fluid and elegant as they continued their dance. "You're fantastic mia cara, and you dance marvelously!" Copia praised her, his infatuation with her present in his words.

"T-thank you Papa you make me blush…" She replied, feeling her heart pounding harder within her chest. Before she knew it, Copia had spun her around, holding her in his arms as he dipped her down and stared her deep into her eyes. Saccharine's own eyes widened in his gaze, her emotions flooding her inside.

"Ah…ah…" Copia stuttered as he saw her reaction. The unsaid truth between them had begun to seep through to the outside. Copia pulled the sister back up, letting her go and staring down at his shoes. He felt awful for having overstepped his boundaries, maybe he had misread her, all the little things he thought were tells, meanless. A narrative only created within his mind. "...mi dispiace principessa. I forget myself." He apologized, shifting where he stood, so worried he had upset her.

"Papa." The sister said softly, placing her hand on him. She could feel him trembling a bit, nervous and unsure.

"Please Saccharine, Copia." He asked her, unable to look her again in the eye. She lifted his chin, forcing him to face her. Saccharine took in a deep breath—this was it. The moment she'd waited for, she had to tell her Papa how she truly felt.

"Copia. I have something I need to tell you." She began, swallowing back the knot in her throat.

"What is it?" He asked her, a hint of hope in his tone.

"I—I'm in love with you." Saccharine confessed, the words leaving her lips so fast but leaving her feeling like the weight of worlds lifted off her shoulder. Copia grew quiet for a moment, Saccharine patiently waiting for what he'd say. Before she knew it he had lifted her up into the air, spinning her around and bringing her lips to his. Their kiss, feeling more blissful than anything either of them had ever experienced before.

"Sweetheart. I love you too. I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was so afraid that I was wrong about how you felt. That it was too much to ask Satanas to bless us with something more. I was afraid I would lose you as a friend." Copia confessed. Their heartbeats, synching as he held her tightly within his arms. The sister nuzzling her face against his chest.

"I will always be your friend Copia...even now as something more." She promised.

"I'm glad." Copia said, squeezing her.

"Oh...Copia, can I ask…how could you tell?" Saccharine asked him.

"Tell what mia dolce?" He responded, still unwilling yet to let go.

"How I felt?" She asked him.

"It was something within your eyes." Papa smiled, bringing his lips back to hers. Copia and Saccharine danced the night away. The hours, feeling like time held still for them. A precious moment between them as dawn took control over the night. The two having confessed their feelings and a new chapter unfolding between them in the fading moonlight.

Notes:

Sei bellissima- You look beautiful.

mi dispiace- I'm sorry

mia cara- my dear

mia dolce- my sweet

principessa- princess

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Azushin Mermaid AU Headcanons I Created at the Bottom of the Ocean Part II

Note: This is gonna feature other stuff and WON’T ONLY focus on Azusa AND Shin left alone. This is more informative details actually so ALSO keep that in mind

The vibrant colors of merman and mermaids are what make them the MOST unique

ALMOST can blend in with sea life (Coral, sponges, plants with wide variety of colors)

Yuma is the only Mukami with a slight tear in his tail >>> Towards the end

Any jewelry (For humans AND the Mukamis) are made from any pearls, deep sea gold, and other raw materials fresh from the source

The hardest material to find for the Hunter Brothers to produce a product is mostly gold considering the requirement of going deep down

This is pretty obvious but will be listed either way as The Mukami’s tail colors

Azusa >>> Light blue gradient w//faint pink

Yuma >>> Retro Orange w//faint red

Kou >>> Magenta (Sorta Like a hot pink) gradient w//faint turquoise

Hi I don’t know if this is a real fish, someone let me know but this is EXACTLY what I pictured 😭

Ruki >>> Honestly, it appears to be black depending on lighting and the highlights the sunlight, but there’s some silver//grey tinted everywhere

I really can’t see greens or blue on him so you can easily ignore that here

Kou and Ruki are the only ones who have a ALMOST translucent canal tails and move pretty much elegantly with the flow of water- This also means their tails are worth more money compared to Yuma’s or Azusa’s

A lot of smaller fish and crustaceans like to follow Azusa for no reason home, but isn’t allowed to be kept as pets

Justin is a conch, Melissa is a shell, and Christina is a star fish (The one Azusa wears actually)

The way Azusa got himself invested into the surface (Outside of his brothers) is from finding stuff//junk you’d typically would have in your house

Azusa once came home with a beer bottle and accidentally smashed it when Kou said “Toss it here, lemme see!”

Another time, Azusa brought back this tire when he was given permission from Yuma to be additional help finding any goods beyond where they normally go

Only Ruki and Kou know what human items are, but can sometimes confused them for something else (Little Mermaid moment when Arial used the for as a comb, it’s technically like that)

None of the brothers other than Ruki can read English properly, they can make out some words (Because books don’t exist in the ocean lmao)

There was a time where all four went down deeper than the normal deep blue water and stumbled across a piece of a ship that had text on it (Like maybe the company of who made the ship or whatever)

None of them could make out HALF of the word written

“Heyoo…Heyuu…Hy…”

“It says Hyundai, Azusa”

“I don’t get it…”

“Hyun what?”

“Hyunadadadadadad-“

“We’re heading back”

Faint knowledge of current events are given by either going to the surface OR finding new palates that have been trashed into sea

Because the Hunter Brothers are popular, a lot of newspapers will mention them but NEVER will provide a photograph for personal reasons

There is however one reason Carla is willing to hunt for creatures that are cryptic like: To find a solution to his illness (I’m not gonna say if there is a cure or not, I’ll leave that for y’all to decide)

Shin doesn’t EVER get asked why he wears an eyepatch and goes with the rumor if it being a “Worthy hunter” aesthetic

The first time Azusa has seen Shin was when Kou took him up to fresh air for once

Shin didn’t notice Azusa and Azusa couldn’t tell if he was glad or upset (Again, Azusa has never seen a human before so Shin is the first- I’ll go more on this in part three about this)

None of the Mukamis can write due to not exactly having the materials or ability to do so (Unless you really wanna see Kou tackle a octopus for ink because Yuma says learning to write is bullshit and refused to help)

Ruki has a random collection of sand dollars

The only times Kou sings is if he’s trying to catch the attention of animals such as dolphins or females humans up on the surface (He likes to pretend he’s human and makes up a silk story how he lives in a submarine despite not knowing what one is)

Kou’s jewel eye is actually a mystical pearl from the deepest part of the ocean, he can’t remember where or how he got it implanted in his socket (But you can’t tell it’s fake unless it turns red)

Yuma ONCE got caught in a net and was under there for maybe two hours (It wasn’t a place trap or anything, it was casually hangout lol)

The worst time to go out of home for the Mukamis is at night because that’s where Carla and Shin do MAJORITY of their hunting on water

The only one who had a little tiiiinyyyy encounter with the Hunter Brothers was Kou after an attempt to allure some females on land (It wasn’t something bad like a sudden conversation struck out, but Kou clearly gave Shin a side eye)

Thunderstorms is like heaven for the Mukamis because they KNOW Shin and Carla will go in the water, but WON’T travel as far out

[1/4] [3/4] [4/4] [Caruki Addition]

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I Wanna hear more! I love that headcanon as well and I’d love to hear about the ghoulettes! /nf /pos

~owlish anon

yes!!! oh my goodness, absolutely, anon!! ♡ lemme tell you, i was absolutely dancing at my work station when i got this ask, haha!! i was really hoping someone would ask me about the ghoulettes!!!! :D i know i kinda set it up…? for someone to go ahead and ask me?? but still!!!! you did, haha!!! ♡♡

well! everyone welcome back to my usual bullshit of ‘dewdrop gets off on domesticity!’ this time featuring the ghoulettes!! :D one again, a bit of a warning for some suggestive, if not explicit content ahead!! it gets sappy and then filthy real quick, haha!! >:)c

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everyone can thank cumulus for dewdrop’s hair. you can’t change my mind. i mean, look at that man on stage? look at this man in fanart? that beautiful, long luscious hair? no. i refuse to believe it. this ghoul refuses responsibility for his appearance unless it’s for sex/personal gain or it’s forced on him.

needless to say, the biggest thing cumulus and dew will do together is hair related stuff, haha!! cumulus loves brushing and braiding dew’s hair, dew just really likes feeling cumulus’ wisps of hair in between his fingers. like a fluffy cloud!

the whole ordeal started when aether was away with copia and maybe a few miscellaneous ghouls in ministry business, and dew didn’t wanna spend the night alone, so he went to cumulus.

and, uhh, yeah! the rest is history really, haha! cumulus is much gentler and softer with dew’s hair than aether (sorry, aeth :’)), and dewdrop loves having those little moments of tender touches with another ghoul.

it’s gotten to the point where cumulus has a special hairbrush that she only uses for dew’s hair. i mean, nothing too fancy or anything! it’s one of those, uhm, gel grippy broad hairbrushes? but the handle is like a clear aquamarine color with little gold flakes that were casted inside the resin.

she originally gifted it to dewdrop, but dewdrop was so worried about scuffing it or straight up breaking it that he asked if he could keep the brush in her room.

whenever cumulus is away with papa on ministry business, dewdrop always shoots her a text asking if he can ‘break into your room’ and ‘steal something for a hot sec.’ he always waits for cumulus’ response, which is always a ‘sure, sweetness! just be careful in there for me, okay? but, help yourself, dew baby ♡’

(cumulus might be a bit more suspicious if it weren’t for the fact that swiss once caught the little gremlin in cumulus’ bathroom all wrapped up in a giant fucking towel, freshly showered, and making his way towards cumulus’ bedroom. swiss recorded a small video of dew hoisting himself on her bathroom counter and beginning to slowly brushing through his freshly washed hair with that aqua/gold hairbrush with a dumb little grin on his face. the video was titled, “what the heaven, lus! u tamed our local gremlin & not spilling ur secrets rn ????????????? >:p”. she saved the video, and still fondly looks back at it.)

with the secret knowledge of the video on hand, cumulus has also applied their routine to whenever dew bathes and asks for cumulus’ help with his hair.

and it’s not just the much simpler routine of cumulus simply brushing and braiding dew’s hair, or even the more extravagant process of combing lotions and serums through his hair either.

no, no. cumulus sits down by the tub with dewdrop, rolls her ministry sleeves up, and sets to work washing, conditioning, brushing, drying, just absolutely pampering dewdrop’s hair.

she’ll even stay too! she’ll help him wash his body and dry off too. even bust out some of her fancy skin care products and help him wash his face and care for his horns!! it’s honestly like a 5-star spa treatment, and cumulus knows that dewdrop needs it if the request is specifically coming from him. she always treats him carefully and softly and gently, but never like he’s fragile. and dew’s always immensely appreciative of the distinction.

but, well, uh, more often then not, dewdrop will start to get aroused when cumulus as him splayed out naked and in her lap and is working on detangling and drying his hair.

though cumulus never brings attention to it unless dew mentions it first.

“lus, ‘m- ‘m hard. uhm, can you… can you help me? are you interested in that tonight?” “dew, baby boy, sweetness. i wanna take care of you. all of you. of course i wanna help my favorite sinner out. just promise me i can finish braiding this later?”

so, cumulus gently pulls dewdrop’s dead weight up into her lap, situated his head right between her heavy boobs and unveils enough of one so dewdrop can play and suckle on her breast. his hands knead into the soft skin of her thighs and sometimes the sides of her plush tummy, and cumulus works on slowly and gently working dewdrop’s cock with a soft hand.

he cums when she scratches the sensitive skin of his scalp — that area where his skin and horns meet — and when she flicks her wrist that certain special way. he’s quiet when he cums, a soft mewling mess in cumulus’ arms. she’s quick to wrap her arms around him, swaying them softly as she peppers kisses into his hairline and tells him what a good job he did, and how devastatingly handsome of a ghoul he is.

dewdrop once admitted in a sleepy haze that for one reason or another, he wants cumulus to fuck him with the handle of that special hairbrush she purchased for him. he was surprised when she actually said ‘yes’! but! on the condition that cumulus gets to be in charge of preparation for that scene, and that she gets to spend as long as she likes preparing his hole with no complaints, and dewdrop knows from experience that means multiple hours of preparation for something as ‘small’ as a hairbrush handle. … she still said ‘yes’ though. …just seeing that hairbrush nowadays is enough to make dew’s cock throb.

he’s whipped.

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even though cumulus is certainly the ‘mom’ of the group, it’s actually cirrus who does the ‘mom thing’, haha!

cirrus adores photos! she wants photos of almost everything they all do together collectively. it started out as something she would do for zephyr: taking photos during tours and bringing them back to show the older ghoul all of their recent escapades! you can absolutely thank cirrus for the stupid fucking ‘we will adopt your baby’ photo.

but, uhhh, someone introduced cirrus to the joys of keeping some photos for yourself (*wink wink, nudge nudge, cOUGH COUGH-*).

but, moving on, haha! cirrus hopes to compile a big ole scrapbook of all of the different photos she’s taken. whether it’s during tours or even just a rare night out on the local town, chances are that cirrus has photos of every possible outing.

she adores sharing and bragging about her photos with other ghouls, siblings; hell, she’ll even brag about them to her papas! sometimes, swiss or sunshine might jokingly call her ‘imperatour’s sexy little mommy spy’, because she’s been seen sharing and cooing over her tour photos with sister.

cirrus also has a small circle of consenting siblings and ghouls with which she will also share her more… private collection of photographs. of course, she always asks for permission before indulging in that level of play! but it’s always so hard to tell her ‘no’ when how she asks for consent is literally so sweet!!

“oh, droplet, baby, do you mind if i show omega this photo of you riding my strap? don’t glare at me like that! do you see yourself, baby? sathanas below, with how your cute little pussy and nipples looked all perky and wet, i thought i was gonna squirt just watching you ride me! fuck, i am so glad i thought to take a picture! look at how hard your little boycock is, ugh!! i just wanna eat you alive some days, i swear—!” “fine!! you can show omega that one!!! photo, mistr— cIRRUS-“

it’s an oddly equally humiliating and empowering moment when cirrus takes the time to literally dissect which parts about this lewd, sinful, downright filthy photo of you that she adores with all her heart and her cunt.

it’s honestly come to the point where dewdrop will start to get wet whenever cirrus pulls out her phone camera, because that’s where dew knows she keeps all of her explicit photography. sure, there’s some sfw photos tucked away in her camera roll all over the place! but… well, it’s hard not to think of all the compromising photographs dew knows cirrus keeps when she’s grinning at him with that glint in her eyes.

(she always brings a disposable polaroid camera with her for the tours. she says she adores the ‘human quality’ it gives the photos, and old man zephyr appreciates the undoubtedly ‘cirrus touch’ to their collection of gifted tour photos.)

all it takes is for cirrus to wag her phone deviously in dew’s face for him to feel how soaked through his undergarments have become. and the worst (best) part is that she knows it too.

she’ll crowd dewdrop up against a hallway or a countertop, tap the rim of her phone case against his bottom lip with a sly grin stretched across those painted lips. she’ll grind her crotch against dewdrop’s and playfully gasp in ‘surprise’ when she feels his arousal for herself. that’s literally all it takes for dewdrop to feel weak in the knees, his doe-like eyes staring down the lenses of her camera.

cirrus is fucking desperate to get the most perfect, well-timed shot of dewdrop squirting. it happened once before, when cirrus was playing around with a vibrator pressed teasingly to the underside of dewdrop’s erect clit, the remote in one hand, and her phone in the other. but she was taking a photo of dew’s face at the time, and right as her shutter clicked, dew squirted.

haha!! she was so mad at herself that she fucked her cunt over dewdrop’s tongue, leaning over his body to cruelly press the vibrator harder over his clit and pussy folds.

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sunshine absolutely loves!! baking!!

it's not at all uncommon to catch sunshine and mountain baking edibles together for everyone else. if it weren't for sunshine's baking? mountain's weed wouldn't be half as good, change my mind >:)

sunshine always has so much fun with baking. it's her solution for everything, haha! depression? bake it away. insecurities? bake it away. celebration? bake! in need of a gift? bake! wanna spend time with someone? bake!!

she's really good at decorating cupcakes! they might not be the... neatest? but! the colors, the flavors, the little subtle touches and details? it's the whole experience that makes them delicious.

(ironically enough, she can't make 'sunshine muffins' for the life of her, haha! in general though, she much prefers making cupcakes over muffins >:0)

sunshine loves employing dewdrop's help whenever she thinks that he's been isolating himself too much or too often. she's not above just barging into dewdrop's dormitory and dragging him out and into the kitchen.

she'll plop him down on a clean section of the kitchen counter and get back to work herself. she'll ramble at dewdrop, never expecting a response but always overjoyed when dew chips in. if it's been a really rough time, dew will be kept in charge of mixing together the dry and wet ingredients, and making sure the mixtures don't burn in the oven while sunshine works on something else. sunny will also swipe different flavors over dew's tongue, ask him to try this or that, and ask what colors she should use for the decorations.

sometimes dew will ask sunny if she's baking anything while coming across her in the kitchen , and then ask if he could join.

maybe sunny has a little bit of this hc in her character as well, because i think she'd crowd dew against the kitchen counter and kiss him until drool is dribbling down both their chins. all over dew asking if he could join sunny in her baking, haha!

needless to say... dew's baking with a very obvious erection straining against his pants...

the baking session turns into a feel up section! sunshine pressing her cock against dew's ass, dew licking at a spare splotch of frosting that managed to find its way on sunny's cheek or nose, their tails brushing against the other's ankles, sunny peering over dew's shoulder to watch what he's doing with a hand groping at his ass, or even dew just 'casually' leaning back against the counter and slowly stroking his cock while sunshine pretends she doesn't notice. ♡

there's just something about seeing how excited sunny gets while baking with dew, and how she sweet she is when he doesn't understand some 'simple technique'. i mean, of course, the constant touches and sweet words help too... but there's something just so sappy about how sunshine's nuzzling up to him with praise constantly falling from her lips that makes all that blood rush south, haha!

by the time the pastries are properly in the oven, both dewdrop and sunshine are sporting the most obvious pairs of erections possible. fucking dorks are circling each other like vultures, haha!

as soon as that little oven door clicks? sunshine is pouncing on dew, ripping their trousers off, hoisting him up into her arms, half in her grip and half on the counter, rutting their cocks together with some ingredient as questionable lube, and all while dew's begging for sunshine to just shove that fat clit of hers inside his ass hole and make a living wreck out of him.

with baking on the mind? and... creating in general? more often then not, sunny's spouting filthy words about creampies and breeding :)

"fuck, sunny, sunny, please! please just fuck with-" "yeah? gonna shove my pretty, fat fucking clit into every single hole you have. fill you up with all this cream i have? just waiting to be pumped into those tight holes of yours. gonna decorate you with my frosting, fill you up with so much cream your womb's gonna be like an oven. a slutty little fuck-oven, hah! gonna cream inside this hole of yours and lick out whatever leaks. devour your hole like a stuffed donut-"

(it's a little cringey sometimes...? i mean, who knew how many baking puns could be so... sexual. haha!)

depending on the timer leftover on the oven, sunshine almost always dives back in for seconds, haha! ♡

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this one’s very self-indulgent, i will not lie, haha! but, mist is the ghoulette everyone goes to in order to get their claws painted to perfection. she has one of the most steady hands and aim amongst the ghouls, and she’s ambidextrous as well, so even her own claws always look painted to perfection!

so, mist absolutely loves painting everyone's nails and doing little designs on them! she's always complaining over how boring everyone's nails are. human nails have that dull nude color? and ghoul claws are really just various colors darkened to a near black shade. it's boring!

mist has all of the supplies. whenever the ghouls hit the town, she's almost always coming back with at least three different vials of new nail polish and another haul of nail art materials, haha! she could honestly open her own business within the ministry, she's honestly amazing! she has the extensions, the uv lights, the stamps, the cutouts, the brushes, the tape, you name it! it's honestly like her love language at this point, haha! she'll even help trim and file your nails with you. :)

dew likes keeping his claws at a... nice in-between stage, haha! not nearly as long as rain's or sunshine's! but not quite as short as swiss' or mountain's. :) it's a nice relatively medium length for ghoul nails!

mist herself loves painting her claws in fun pastel color combinations! she seems to be wearing a different design every week. dewdrop likes having just a flat color for his claws :) but, he has certainly fallen in love with the shimmery, iridescent reflecting polishes. mist always picks darker colors for whenever she paints dew's claws, and he loves the dark indigo, dark magenta/wine, and dark cranberry colors the best! :)

mist loves painting dewdrop's nails while he's perched in her lap; or, at the very least, between her thighs. ♡

watching the amount of care that mist puts into making sure dew's nails are perfect always makes some kind of feeling stir in his gut and make him soaked. the way she handles and manipulates his hands definitely doesn't detract from his arousal either, haha!

dewdrop can always feel the way mist's hair tickles his neck and shoulders, the way her body molds against his, and how her tail always softly wags behind them before inevitably seeking dew's out and curling around it: he can feel it all, and it drives him crazy!

(it's almost intoxicating knowing how soft and kind mist is underneath her famous rockstar stage presence!)

but, holy shit, mist can and will catch onto dewdrop's growing arousal like a shark to blood in the water! she's insane for it! but, mist is absolutely the kind of ghoulette who won't take any shit for any reasons. least of all when it's in regards to something she is also actively interested in wrecking dew's cunt ;)

next she finishes one of dew's claws, mist would carefully cap whatever vial of color she was using and set it aside before grabbing dew's wrists in her hands and forcing him onto his stomach.

dew never really wears very much for his sessions with mist in the first place? so all she has to do is wiggle her tail underneath the waistband of his panties before expertly sliding them off.

she'll do her best to keep dewdrop pined with her one hand (though, not that the man is struggling too much, haha!!), before reaching between her own thighs and slicking up her cock with her own pussy slick. she'll spread dewdrop's cheeks before sliding her dick all the way into dewdrop's soaked cunt.

but then, she'll just stay there. she'll literally drape herself over dewdrop's back, reach for the nail polish and then just continue painting dewdrop's claws as though her dick isn't practically balls deep in his hole.

mist will continue painting dew's nails in that cockwarming position, just pressed flush against his back with her cock fully sheathed in dewdrop's wetness. sometimes she'll rut her hips against dewdrop's asscheeks, but nothing more. she's very insistent on finishing dewdrop's nails before fucking into him, haha!

"c'mon, little siren. stay still for mommy, yeah? i have to finish the second layer on your right hand, and then we're gonna do the top coat, droplet. maybe if you're a good boy and can wait, i'll be sure to breed your wet little hole so good, you'll be begging for more kits." "miiiist- you can't do all that now?" "hah! not until your nails dry, baby."

dew's a good boy, though! he always manages to keep his hands nice and still, and mist's efforts never go to waste on his nails.

in between allowing the layers of polish to dry, mist always takes the time to shallowly rut against dewdrop, nuzzling and nibbling at the nape of his neck.

in the final few minutes of dewdrop's final coat of clear polish drying, mist will sneak her tail to rub at the underside of dew's erect clit, purring with satisfaction when dew eventually shudders his way through his climax. and all without smudging his polish! :)

mist purrs her clear satisfaction, flips him over, and makes true on her earlier promise! ♡

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c’mon, guys, she’s so cute!!!! of course i couldn’t resist!!! oh! just in case, for those who may not know, ‘aurora’ is the name for the new ghoulette that i really like the most! so, this section will be in reference to the newest ghoulette member for the re-imperatour! :D

i'm still figuring out aurora's personality, but i very much like to think that aurora has a more... dominating personality? maybe that's not quite the right word, haha! but, for comparison i'm gonna default onto the 'family stereotypes', i'm so sorry. i think, if cumulus has a more motherly/gentle personality, and if sunshine has that sort of... little sister/bubbly kind of personality? i think cirrus has that sort of fun aunt energy/very open and extroverted personality? i think aurora is that borderline unapproachable older goth sister energy until you get to know her and then she's, like, your greatest confidant, haha! i also really like to think of her as being a water/air multi ghoul! so, just as a bit of context i think before diving into this! how i depict aurora personality wise is very much subject to change! but, i think to think i'm pretty happy with her so far though! :)

anyways! with all of that out of the way, i like to think that aurora loves giving massages to her partners! especially, like, those asmr ones where they'll deliberately trail their nails over skin or just tapping and caressing to make those sounds? yeah! ✨that✨, haha!

she loves going after dewdrop (and rain) specifically, because of their shared water elemental link! :D she also loves to harass mist as well, but dewdrop's reactions are probably her favorites. ♡

dewdrop carries a lot of tension in the shoulders and all throughout his arm, she always says! he also has a lot of phantom pain from his water ghoul attributes having literally been scorched off during his elemental transition.

aurora loves massaging dewdrop's hands.

aurora adores cuddling up into dewdrop's side on the couch and snatching his arm just so she can run the very tips of her claws up and down dew's arm. she'll hold dew's hand in one of hers, and then dig the pad of her thumb in the spaces between dew's knuckles and working over his digits until dew's a fucking puddle at her side, haha!

it's amazing. aurora takes great joy in watching the practically immediate reaction of dewdrop literally fucking melting underneath aurora's touch. he practically starts smoking from his ears and has to suppress a goddamn moan when aurora digs into his inner wrist! ;)

dew will start squirming, maybe try and pull his arm away because he's getting hard, and so aroused, and aurora is so fucking aware of every little effect her caresses have on dew's little cock, she gets fucking drunk off of his reactions. aurora will always tighten her grip on dew's hand, purring softly as dewdrop inevitably gives up.

"oh, poor little firestorm, you always have so much tension in these hands of yours. i'm honestly amazed your fingers haven't fallen off, you poor baby! your muscles are just so tight, little spark. hmm, makes me wonder if there are other parts of your body that are just too fucking tight for their own good, yeah? poor little imp." "are you trying to fucking kill me, rory?" "hm? oh no. quite the opposite. i just wanna make you cum so hard, your soul leaves your body. oh, and all that worthless tension too."

aurora almost always takes care of dewdrop's arousal with a slow and methodical borderline torturous handjob.

she'll press her nose into dewdrop's temples, whisper huskily about how tense and tight dew's body is, all while dragging the sharps of her claws over dew's sensitive cock.

honestly don't think that she ever really grips it? aurora manages to tease dewdrop through an orgasm with only the tips of her claws. it's... insane actually. cirrus is always begging aurora to share her methods, haha!

her nails don't quite give dew's dick enough stimulation to cum ropes or anything like that, it's really just a quiet release. dewdrop's breath hitches as aurora's fingers tap over the blunt head of his cock, and he finally climaxes when her claws tease over his ballsack. his cock releases maybe three or four small dribbles of cum over aurora's wrist, but the combined efforts of aurora's teasing and filthy promises make dew feel as though he just fucking squirted.

aurora is very quick to get up, toss dewdrop over her shoulder, and demand that dew lets her give him a full-bodied massage.

[slothquisitor]

Imperfect Gifts

Shadowheart and Astarion go shopping. They have a mild crisis in fantasy target. There's friendship and gift-giving, and also some fluff. Astarion x Liv, 3k words, fluff and friendship with a mild dose of reality 'cause it's me.

Also on AO3.

It’s a bright morning in the Lower City, and Astarion keeps having to remind himself not to gawk at everything he passes. He’d forgotten just how full of color the city is, and how loud it can be with people going about their days, buying and selling things, gossiping on corners, and living their lives. He’d forgotten that there could be light. If he purposefully keeps from glancing up the hill, at the palace that looms there, well that’s his business. Perhaps if he doesn’t look at it, he can pretend it’s not there. He doesn’t have any leads on where Cazador is performing the ritual, not yet, but soon he won’t have to look over his shoulder anymore.

They’ve only been in Baldur’s Gate proper for two days now, and they’ve spent most of that time investigating murders and warning potential targets before finally stopping the murderer altogether. This is the first morning they’ve awoken in the Elfsong without something immediately pressing unless you’re counting the general matter of the looming threat of the Absolute. And he’s not, because today, he’s got gold in his pocket and the freedom to go spend it. Besides, Gale had begged to go to Sorcerous Sundries and because Liv can never say no and also it involved books, they set off as soon as breakfast was over. 

It’s the first truly free moment any of them have had in weeks, and it shows since most of their companions idle around the upper rooms of the Elfsong looking a little lost. But Astarion, for once, knows what he wants to do, and he cajoles Shadowheart into joining him to go out into the city. 

 He cannot remember the last time he had money. Cazador didn’t allow for it, so anything he had wanted he had stolen, manipulated someone else into buying, or simply gone without. His options were slim anyway, most shops closed up by sunset. Sometimes, he’d take his time walking past the windows on his way to whatever tavern or corner of the city he was being ordered to, and he’d wish for the simple freedom of walking into a store and buying whatever he wanted.  

Cazador be damned, he’s decided that today is that day. He’s not exactly flush with gold, but he’s got enough to his name that he can buy something. Maybe many somethings. It’s quite exciting.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Shadowheart asks as they turn down a sunlit street, banners zigzagging above them, flapping in the breeze. 

“Oh, I haven’t a clue. Isn’t it wonderful?” he replies. He has exactly zero plans besides going into stores and buying pretty things. It’s a giddy sort of feeling. 

Shadowheart’s answering frown fills him with utter delight. “You mean to say that you dragged me out here without a plan or goal in mind? Are we…we’re not bonding are we?” 

“Perish the thought!” Astarion clutches his heart mockingly. “Liv simply suggested that no one should be alone with all these doppelgangers hanging about. You should take it as quite the compliment that I invited you to come with me of all our illustrious companions.”

Shadowheart’s eyes narrow. “You invited me because I’m the least likely to cause an incident in a store.”

He’s laughing now. “Well, there is that.” 

All joking aside, he’s actually enjoyed Shadowheart’s company these last few weeks. After her little crisis of faith, she’s become much better company; not that he’s about to tell her that. It’s a funny thing, most of their companions have become…entertaining to be around if nothing else. 

“We probably shouldn’t be gone overly long; I’m sure that Liv will want to go investigate that Steel Watcher Foundry or something now that a murderer isn’t on the loose.”

“Darling, the two wizards went to inquire about books. I don’t think we need to be in a hurry. Besides, weren’t you the one saying that you wanted to be done with black and purple for a while? You’ve just as much gold as I do.”

She sighs. “You’re not wrong…”

It’s as close as he’s going to get to an agreement from her. “You know, I walked these same streets for two hundred years, but I hardly ever paid attention to anything that wasn’t open at night. I’m not sure I even know what types of stores are on this street.”

“Don’t look at me. If I’ve ever been here, I’ve no memory of it.”

What a pair they are, Shadowheart with her missing memories, and him with two centuries of pain and starvation warping his own. The first shop they duck into, they don’t stay long. The clerk is overbearing, too friendly, hovering as they try to browse, and it’s all too much. They make excuses as they step back out into the street, not a single gold spent. 

“That store was…not my favorite,” Shadowheart says, tone uneasy. 

He nods in agreement, it had been a lot. Too much. He wants this experience, but he’s not really sure how he feels about the audience. The fact that they might notice his discomfort while he tries to do this very simple thing fills him with an odd amount of dread. “I was definitely not impressed.”

“Perhaps the next store will be less disappointing,” Shadowheart remarks snidely. This particular brand of coping he understands perfectly.

They wander for a while through labyrinthine streets, avoiding smaller stores that don’t look busy until they finally follow a few citizens into a store that has its double doors thrown open in welcome. It’s more of a general store, large and full of different sections rather than any one specialization. It’s a relief when the proprietor simply offers him and Shadowheart a nod, and then they go back to assisting other customers. Astarion is determined to buy something here, to not get overwhelmed and leave like the last place. Shadowheart seems similarly intent as she leaves his side to do her own wandering. 

He walks the aisles looking at all the many items on display. There are plenty of things worth having, though he can’t seem to think of a use he’d have for half of them. There are potions and dyes, gloves and boots, and cooking supplies. There are pretty baubles and tools and an entire display of different types of rope. 

Some part of him feels like he has always been starving, even before becoming Cazador’s puppet. The appetites have changed, perhaps, he doesn’t remember much from before he was turned, but a content and sated person does not accept a deal with a vampire; that is the very definition of desperation. He doesn’t know what he wants, but he does know that he wants . He wants and he wants and he wants. This shop is a veritable feast of things, and he could buy so many of them…but for someone who has been starving for so long, he’s surprised he cannot summon much enthusiasm for anything. 

Nothing…moves him. It’s all just stuff, things, these objects he has no use for. But he is determined to find something, to reclaim this piece of himself, if only for a moment. 

His wanderings take him to a small corner of the shop. There are books across the wooden shelves framing the windows. The sunlight streams in, and dust motes dance in the sunbeams. It’s a sad collection of books even by a general store’s standards. Gods, he’s seen abandoned houses with better selection. All it contains are the most popular and overrated books of the last few years. But near the bottom shelf, there is a pretty copy of an older novel, something he read once, and feels like he loved once upon a time. He picks up the book, it’s not something found or pilfered from a forgotten bookcase. It’s new, unsullied, and entirely his. 

He buys it. 

When he rejoins Shadowheart, she seems just as lost, just as unsure as he is, but she’s holding a pretty green scarf in her hands. He tells her that it matches her eyes, but they don’t talk about the struggle or the fact that this is perhaps the most depressing shopping trip that anyone has ever gone on. He won’t tell her this, but he’s grateful for her company, grateful that he didn’t go and try to do this alone. 

On their way back to the Elfsong, he spots an art supply shop, and it gives him an idea. Shadowheart agrees readily once he tells her his plan, and it’s the easiest stop of their day. 

Later, after a long afternoon out in the city, investigating Gortash’s connections and the Steel Watchers, their group finds themselves back at the Elfsong, tired and exhausted. For every problem they solve, new ones seem to appear. Still, it’s not an unpleasant evening. He and Liv sit together on one of the couches near the fire. He’s curled himself into the corner to read his new book, but he’s angled himself so she can lean against him while she sketches, and it’s…very nice. It’s a quiet sort of intimacy he would have never expected would be something he enjoys so much.

There are a lot of benefits to staying at the Elfsong, but privacy isn’t one of them. Karlach loudly announced the first night that it was a sleepover party as they all claimed their beds. He’s grateful for a real bed, for warm baths, and fresh cooked meals. But he misses the space his own tent allowed, for the conversations, and the ability to be alone with Liv. He’s pretty sure she misses it too, since she’s still here, staying up later to be with him than she ought to in this little sunken area of the room. 

Once he’s reasonably sure that everyone is asleep, or at least not paying attention to them, he pulls his arm back from where it rested had been draped around her. She shifts positions immediately, giving him space. “Sorry, that probably wasn’t that comfortable for you,” she says. 

“I just need to go get something. I’ll be right back,” he replies. 

“Okay.” She’s already turned her attention back to her sketchbook in her new position.

Gale is snoring softly, as he approaches their little shared alcove, and he quietly pulls his other purchases from the day out of his bag. Then, he softly pads back down to the couch where Liv waits. The light from the fire is all that brightens the room, and her face is thrown in sharp relief by the orange blaze. In this light, her dark brown hair takes on a kaleidoscope of reds and oranges. If moments could be suspended, he’d want to live in this one. It’s far from perfect, but it’s his and he is overtaken by how much he wants more just like this. 

“I have something for you,” he says, keeping his words quiet. He’s specifically waited for this moment tonight, for the relative privacy of these quiet hours. He doesn’t like having an audience for these sorts of things. He’s still worried he’s doing this wrong, and while Liv never complains, never makes him feel like he’s out of his depth, he feels the others’ eyes. He worries that they watch him stumbling through this thing that is so easy, and so instinctual for so many, and they’re judging him and all the ways he isn’t good enough. 

Liv looks up at him, and there is genuine shock on her face as he holds out the wrapped parcel. “For me?” 

“I am nice sometimes, you know,” he says as he sits back down beside her. He leans back casually on the couch, as if pretending that this is the most banal thing in the world, might make it true. 

She twists to look at him, hands cradling the parcel. “I didn’t mean it like that. I just... I can’t remember the last time someone gave me a gift.”

Oh. He can; it was her. A drawing he stole. Books left at his tent. Moments of comfort and peace. All gifts he’s not sure he deserves. “Surely your family…” he responds automatically without realizing the stupidity of the assumption. She told him what her family was like. 

He waits for the sadness in her eyes to come, for him to have ruined this moment. But instead, she shrugs. “Not big on gift-giving, if you can believe that.” And the tension eases. 

“Well, I understand you’re not familiar with the practice, but people usually have opened a gift given to them by now,” he says with a teasing grin. He’s not familiar with the practice either, but he’s getting impatient. 

She takes the parcel in her hands, pulling the twine away and trying to open the paper as quietly as possible. They both laugh when her attempts at being quiet are almost louder than just opening the damn thing normally. The brown paper is heavy and he’s sure that they’ve somehow managed to wake everyone in the large room. But finally, the contents are free and he pulls the paper away, setting it off the side of the couch. 

The sketchbook is plain, just a gray cloth-bound book. But what he’s most excited about is the leather case, filled with graphite and inking tools and everything the clerk had assured him and Shadowheart that an artist might need. They’d both been considerably out of their depth in the art store, but they had tried. And besides, Liv is running out of pages in the sketchbook she’d salvaged back at the grove, and so she needs a new one anyway. This is a small token really, something that hardly matters in the grand scheme of things she’s done for him. 

She stares and the sketchbook and case for long enough that he’s starting to worry that he’s done something wrong, breached some sort of etiquette that he’s ignorant of within their still-new relationship. 

When she finally looks up at him, all concern vanishes. “You did all this for me?” 

And he’d do a hell of a lot more if it meant more smiles like the one she’s giving him now. “Of course.” 

“Thank you,” she whispers, clutching the gifts to her chest. 

She still always waits for him to reach out first, but he’s gotten better at reading her, at knowing when there’s a question in the air. “Come here,” he says, and she melts into him, head resting on his chest. He kisses her hair as he wraps his arms around her. 

“You’re almost out of pages in your current one,” he explains. 

“I’d have more but someone stole some,” she says, face still buried in his shirt.

He can’t help the laugh that escapes him. “I wondered if you were ever going to bring that up.”

She angles her head to glare up at him. “You’re not even sorry, are you?”

“Not even a little.” He wasn’t sorry then, and he’s even less sorry now. 

Liv flicks his shoulder. “I thought I’d done a shit job drawing you and then you just stole the page.” 

Well, maybe he is a little sorry. “You’re not shit at anything you do.” The comment is offhand enough, but she squeezes him tightly as he says it. 

“So why did you take it then?” she asks. 

“Because I wanted it, and I didn’t know how to ask after making such an ass of myself.” And because it was a kindness, a bit of tangible proof that maybe life needn’t be so bleak. He had been afraid, so afraid to show any amount of weakness to another person. They’re on more even footing now, and he trusts her. 

She nods like she understands. “Thank you again, this is…just thank you.” 

He kisses her then because he’s not sure what to say in the face of her gratitude. Gratitude is not an emotion he’s well-versed in. He was often told to be grateful, to show gratitude for scraps, for not getting more lashes, for being able to walk after a days-long torture. He’s even less familiar with having anyone be grateful to him, to feeling like he’s done something for another. Oh sure, their little group has helped many people these last few weeks and there’s been plenty of gratitude, but none of it felt like this: genuine and full of promise. 

This kiss lingers longer than others they’ve shared since Moonrise. It used to be that every touch, every escalation of contact, felt like giving something away that he could never get back. Night after night, lover after lover, he would hollow himself out until he was only a shell of the person he used to be - that man he can’t even remember, that shadow that looms on the edge of memory. 

But Liv treats every touch, every brush of fingers like they’re a gift. In these moments, he feels like he is discovering he is not as hollow as he once believed. He is still here, still wanting to be present. 

She pulls away first, before kissing the tip of his nose. “Thank you again,” she says, the words soft but firm. He thinks she means for more than just the book, but neither of them says so. 

He tucks a strand of hair behind her pointed ear and smiles. “You are welcome, my dear.” Perhaps this is all imperfect, this new life of his, but it is his. And that’s a hell of a lot more than he had before.

[meteor752]

Double life kids, eight years later

The final designs for the kids. Wont make anymore, unless I finally get on with making that Superhero au I said I would do a few months ago

Anyways

I’ve been working really hard on these designs, and some of them are probably the best I’ve ever made! So I really hope you like them!

Liana

(A few years down the road, the watcher genes started to become more prominent. The extra pairs of wings and the eye change are just the beginning too! Her color palette is kinda a mess but it’s just how she rolls. Top hat with goggles and a corset because Steampunk vibes are cool. Also her Flyguy bow, just in case)

Parrot pal has successfully started her own business, where she sells everything from deep slate to gold to clothing and mercenary jobs. The wider the spread, the better the bread

Lives very close to the shopping district, to keep an eye on her shops

The Watcher thing sure is…interesting. Grian hasn’t told her the full story, so she isn’t sure exactly what she is but she knows that it’s something unworldy

Is still learning to disguise it

Has a fierce rivalry with Mumbo over trying to become the riches hermit. Mumbo had no idea this rivalry is happening

She’s bestie with her little brother, Grumbot Prime

Wes

(Golden boy. His Hc and current design has a lot of similarities, mainly because when it comes to change he likes to take things slow. Got a haircut tho, plus many tattoos and a circlet to represent his status as the son of the sun god (Tho who knows how true that actually is). Also has a skull ring, in honor of Jekiv)

Baby boy is doing fine. Mostly

Is decked out in gold because again, he loves to mine, and gold is his favorite ore

Lost part of his ear and hearing in a creeper explosion, least favorite of his scars

Has improved his self confidence greatly over the years, which in turn improved his relationship with his dad

(Side note, I can imagine Xisuma whitelisting like a therapist or something just because these three, especially Wes, has some things to work through)

Is actually an extremely skilled farm creator, just like his other dad

Spends a lot of time trying to find a way to fix their code so they can leave and rejoin servers

Gertrude

(Total princess warrior vibes for her. Wanted her to be a mixture of Butch and femme, in the weirdest way possible. She’s now also wearing shoes! I wanted her to have heels alright? Her soles eventually got worn out so she’s wearing a pair of boots)

One of the best warriors on Empires SMP

Used to have separate outfits for being a monster hunter and being a noble, but eventually just combined the two to make her life easier

(Eddie made her armor, she’s very grateful)

The armor had to be made fireproof, because despite being older she still scuffles playfully with Johnny

She went through quite a large number of weapons before settling on the mace. It just, “fit her”

Also very few people can actually lift her mace, because it’s extremely heavy.

Sometimes helps out fWhip in Gobland with redstone, just because it’s fun. She enjoys the challenges that he presents to her

Wants to someday face ten withers and take down them all. Until then, she will train with all her might

Johnny

(My friend told me he looked evil lol. Ran out of cowboy outfits a long time ago, so here’s a more outlaw vibey one. The goggles and scarf are to protect his face from sand though, so likes there’s a reason lol. Butternut stands proud at the scene as well)

Despite his outer appearance, he’s still the nice lad you all know and love

He is more of a free roamer nowadays though, mostly traveling the mesa around Tumble Town, sometimes even beyond it

After Liana left for Empires, Johnny started helping Pix out with his excavations

When there’s word of a new discovery far away from any of the empires, you can bet your ass that Johnny is he first man on the case

And sure, he caaaaaaaaaaan use his elytra and get there in maybe half a day, but that beats the point of traveling!

An absolute expert at dealing with mobs at this point, especially creepers. Goes fucking crazy with that whip of his

Despite it all, he’s still a simple country bumpkin at heart, who likes his breakfast early and his music country

Jassy

(Queen is extremely anime. I just searched “anime ninja female” and tried to get general style of outfit correct. Her hair was almost impossible, but looking on it now it looks fantastic. Her daggers are also enchanted, that’s why they’re purple lol)

Jassy is a trophy wife and she takes her job very seriously

She does know her way around redstone, and she ain’t a bad builder (She’s the one who made her and Liana’s base), but her wife is out making bank while she takes care of their many, many cats

The mercenary part of Double Co. is her entirely though.

The story behind her damaged eye is a mystery to all, as every time someone asks about it she makes up some new fantastical tale

In reality she was flipping her daggers while laying down on the ground, then accidentally dropped one. It ain’t as cool as fighting an alligator, or taking down twenty wardens at once though

Jekiv

(Glow up of the fucking century my dude. He ain’t abandoning his love for pastels anytime soon, but that almost makes him more scary. Exchanged his old staff for a scythe just for the aesthetic. If you look closely at the hand holding the scythe, you can see a golden ring)

*Becomes a mass murderer* ~Character development~

He’s still not a full fledged necromancer yet, though he can summon entire corpses now. Actually getting them to do his bidding is another thing

The squirrel on his shoulders is named Chimp. She’s his familiar, and she’s thirsty for blood

Has spent nearly four years trying to solve the mystery of The Evermoore, but hasn’t come out with much result

Did find out he has no soul, or at least not a traditional one, so that’s neat!

Existential crisis aside, Jekiv is also trying to figure out a way for their code to be fixed.

Novo

(Pov: Ur about to want and rip your ears off. Hat decorated, coat fluffy, heels fucking iconic, my man has the drip. A weird drip, but the drip nonetheless. And after all these years, he still does the ruined makeup look. Some things never change)

Switched to playing the bagpipe, because those things are both loud and difficult to learn to play. Novo does not know how to play, but that doesn’t stop him one bit

Best big brother to Oli’s child, and with that I mean the absolute worst influence a child could ask for

Actually managed to reconcile with Scott, despite all odds. It’s not a perfect father-son relationship, but like none of them have that so it’s fine

Wears a lot of pink partly to match with Gert, and partly because it’s a loud and obnoxious color, so it garners attention

The wealthiest of all the kids, just by people paying him to leave him Tf alone

There’s some fic ideas I still have with the kids, plus maybe the fourth series will give me some new material, but these are probably the final designs I will make for them.