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[be-an-echo]

Merry Christmas guyyyss🎄

[spacebarbarianweird]

HC of Astarion x fem Elf Tav who’s a Druid, more specifically of the Circle of The Spores subclass. She wears skirts and dresses of dark teals and blacks with gold embroidery and legs round gold glasses, always travels with herbs and roots in her pockets and pouches, and is never afraid to raise an army of the fungal infested undead for the hell of it. Basically she’s the healer who puts on a neutral front but is begging for the chance to rightfully unleash chaos and destruction

Hi! Oh, this is a nice design of a character! And I am sucker for elf!Tav because they can live for many centuries. And Spore Circle is absolutely badass. It turned out to be weird, creepy and bittersweet and I hope you like it! I also tag @tolkien-fantasy since they love Spore Druids.

Astarion x Spore Circle Druid!Tav

There is a thing about Spore Druids.

Unlike your colleagues, you don't particularly hate the undead.

If anything, your magic is about death, too.

Mold and fungi transform lifeless material into something new and weird.

Death isn't the end, it's just a new stage.

The problem with the undead is that they often wish things would stay the same and never change.

Which is unnatural.

Life is about growth and death is about transformation.

You encourage Astarion to heal and grow.

The worst thing about his past was stability and the belief nothing was going to change.

But somehow he preserved his personality and now he slowly demonstrates his ability to "live" in his undeath.

Though, you scare him a bit.

You can resurrect the dead with spores, turning them into zombies, alive and dead, hungry and terrifying.

You infect the corpses and transform them into your loyal servants.

And you can use the same spores to make your enemies blind, deaf, or paralyzed.

Astarion calls you a walking hotbed of plague.

Though, of course, he is in awe - mostly because everything you do is between life and death, which is the stage he himself is stuck in.

But your magic is beautiful.

Mushrooms growing on dead bodies.

Mold desecrating the food.

Fungi bringing life to the most desolate places.

Post-game, Astarion doubts whether to go with you, but you assure him that the Spore Circle will accept him due to his ability to change.

You study the fungi to find answers to your questions and his problems.

The spores can make him more like a living person.

They can protect him from the sun, and they can let him eat normal food.

The prospect scares Astarion - he's seen the infected corpses. It's creepy.

And what if this magic fungi takes over his mind?

You don't insist. It's his choice, after all.

And you are an elf yourself, you have plenty of time.

But the life in the shadows and hunger take a toll on Astarion.

He doesn't want to be an undead. He wants to be alive.

And if his vampirism can't be cured, why not let nature change him?

At least, if you promise his personality won't be affected.

It won't, you are sure of that.

Astarion lets you infect him with the spores.

This transformation is nothing like becoming a vampire.

It's soft, gentle, warm.

Astarion feels like dreaming, sleeping in a warm bed.

The only thing he acknowledges is your presence. You check on him all the time sometimes meditating close to his "fungi grave".

It take almost a year for spores to finish their job, reconstructing his dead flesh.

A lonely year of being alone in your bed.

When Astarion wakes up, he doesn't feel the hunger anymore.

The sun doesn't burn him and he stays in the sunlight for hours before you come to take him home.

The symbiotic fungi has restored his organs to the point where they functioned as they are supposed to.

Astarion is scared to see himself in the mirror - but when he does he sees himself.

Though, there are some changes.

There are golden spots of spores in is eyes and barely visible cobwebs on his legs and arms.

And he is warm. He is so warm.

With his newfound "life", Astarion gets some new abilities, similar to the ones you have.

He can cast spores and rise up the dead, infecting them.

He can hear the fungi songs, connecting his mind with this ancient entity.

And he can feel you.

You know each other thoughts, each other intentions, and presence.

He always knows where you are. He feels your emotions, your sorrows and happiness and you feel him the same way.

You are more than thiramins, more than lovers.

But the best gift the spores gave to Astarion is mortality.

One day, the fungi will slowly take over his body and mind, transforming the flesh once again, bringing him mor, the final death.

And if you are still alive by this moment, you will let spores take over you so you can be together in this next stage of life and death.

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[bellaxgiornata]

Forbidden Love [Part One: Encounters]

Pairing: Vampire Henry x Fem!Werewolf!Reader Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings/tags: Smut, blood, biting (I mean...that's a given), bit of enemies to lovers, maybe some angst and fluff

Summary: After awhile you'd grown used to the vampire who often lurked around the woods you hunted in. Though that didn't mean his irritating presence didn't bother you, or that you didn't wonder why he often seemed to be waiting for you–especially since your kinds weren't meant to intermingle.

a/n: This is just a short little mini series in honor of spooky season for Henry. Because how am I supposed to resist a hairy vampire Charlie character? Not sure where I'm going with this besides some smut, I'll be honest. But enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! The installment list for this mini series can be found here.

Tag List: @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment

The nearly full moon hung heavy and low in the sky, just barely brushing the treetops. A light, misty rain had been sneaking its way through the cover of them ever since the sun had set, a refreshing autumn breeze accompanying it as the wind rustled the dried leaves still clinging to the branches around you. Paws racing across the cold and damp dirt, your keen eyes noticed every flicker of moonlight along the forest floor as the clouds trailed their way back and forth across the moon.

It was liberating running loose like this. Weaving your way among the tree trunks and leaping over the trees felled by lightning or rot. There weren’t many in your pack that still enjoyed the freedom that the wolf allotted them–not quite like you. But as a full-blooded werewolf, you’d been born human and wolf, and you certainly embraced both sides of yourself. Which was why you often spent your evenings alone, reveling in the hunt and pushing your limits out in this forest where you were allowed to unleash that other side of yourself.

Because these were your hunting grounds.

Though as you easily hurdled another fallen tree, that familiar and unwelcome smell met your nose. Muzzle wrinkling at the scent, you immediately recognized it. Your pace instantly slowed, your eyes surveying the trees around you. That damn vampire was back again, you could tell by that smell that always accompanied him. Your hair bristled along your back, the scent of blood and death and cologne mingling together in the air. Ears twitching on alert, you listened closely for any sign of movement as you caught your breath.

The faintest sound of leaves crunching underfoot came from nearby and your head snapped sharply in the direction of it, eyes narrowing. Another set of eyes met yours in return, the inhumanly silver gleam an easy tell that the man stepping out from behind the tree wasn’t human. Lips curling back into a sneer, you barred your teeth at the vampire. 

“Straight to the threats again this time?” he asked, amused. 

Hackles raising further, you widened your stance and kept your eyes trained on his every movement. The vampire lifted his hands by his chest as if he meant no harm, taking a few cautious steps forward towards you. A rumbling growl vibrated in your throat, your muscles tensed and ready for a fight. 

You’d stumbled on this vampire a handful of times out here over the past few weeks now, but you had absolutely no idea why he kept appearing. Though the first time you saw him and he’d spotted you, it was almost as if he was in awe of you. On a more recent encounter he’d mentioned that it’d been quite some time since he’d seen one of your kind–one of the few things he’d said to you so far. And that had made sense, considering vampires and werewolves didn’t mix. Your kinds were supposed to abhor each other; each one considering the other an abomination in their own right. 

Yet for some reason, it was like he kept intentionally seeking you out.

“Why don’t you shift back this time?” that smooth voice of his questioned. 

Another rumbling growl tore its way up your throat, ending on a warning bark as you took a step closer. He’d never hurt you before, but why would you let your guard down with him this time? Why would you trust a vampire ? Especially one who seemed determined to get you to shift into a weaker form for him. What was his game?

“You know I don’t speak dog,” he teased, a sly grin slipping onto his lips. “And I don’t quite enjoy the scent of a wet one, either.”

Then fuck off , you thought.

You growled again in irritation, teeth still barred. He only chuckled lightly, his hands still raised as he stood there in his pristine and outdated navy suit. 

“You have my word,” he promised, “’m’not going to hurt you. I only want to talk, I assure you. Nothing more.”

Continuing to stay where you were, hackles raised and lips still curled back in a silent snarl, you carefully surveyed the vampire. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious as to why he kept showing up here, always watching you. Always so goddamned curious about you himself. But as you sniffed the air when another breeze blew past, you noticed that the scent of blood on him was yet again something animal–fox this time. It was always animal blood that you smelled on him, never human.

Your head tilted in confusion to the side, eyes narrowing further at him. An almost questioning rumble vibrated in your chest at the scent. Why did he only ever smell like he’d just drank from an animal?

His hands dropped back to his sides as he nodded, taking another step towards you. “I take it you noticed that I don’t feed on humans,” he said as if he somehow knew what you’d picked up on. “Used to be one. Call me sentimental, I s’pose.”

Gradually the tension eased a bit from your muscles at his reply. That was unusual, you had to admit. Though you still kept your guard up, keeping a close watch on him as he stood not too far from you. You still didn’t exactly trust him. 

He hummed out an approving noise when he noticed your change in demeanor, offering you a smile that was somehow both cheeky and reassuring. You didn’t quite know what to make of that, either. But admittedly you also hadn’t run into another vampire before, so you didn’t really know what to make of them in general. Especially this strange one. You’d only known the things you’d been told your entire life–which was that they were vile, dangerous, and untrustworthy. 

Though this one was…interesting. Intriguing. And, truthfully, you quite liked the look of him. His face was handsome and appealing, there was no denying that. You liked that full, thick beard he had and the way his buttoned up dress shirt was open at the top with his ascot messily undone, revealing a trail of dark hair that you assumed continued down his chest. If he’d been a human or an unmated member of your pack, you’d have been drawn straight to him. 

But he wasn’t any of those things. 

Yet still, your curiosity eventually won out. Deciding you’d shift and hopefully get some answers, you hesitantly began to take a few steps backwards, your eyes still fixed on him in front of you as you moved. The vampire’s head tilted just a bit to the side, his eyes continuing to reflect that inhuman silver color at you through the darkness as he watched you in return. 

You took a few more steps backwards before you ducked behind a nearby tree. Pausing for a moment, you listened and made sure he hadn’t followed after you. He hadn’t though, instead having remained perfectly still right where you’d left him. Uncertain if you were making a grave mistake right now, you closed your eyes and shifted back. 

Shifting now wasn’t like what it had been when you first learned to do it. It wasn’t nearly as painful and difficult anymore, and now you’d grown so used to it that it was as natural as breathing. It took you barely any time at all to switch forms, which would prove in your favor if this vampire decided to attack you, thinking he’d outsmarted you by asking you to shift in the first place.

But as you slowly rose back up to your feet, the large tree trunk still blocking the vampire from your view, you had become very aware of your nakedness. It wasn’t as if you could shift back fully dressed, and you’d long since learned to strip out of your clothing when you shifted to avoid destroying the entirety of your wardrobe. So when you came out here to hunt at night, you always kept your clothing hidden under a rock, ensuring you had something to change back into. It wasn’t like you ever wanted to trek back home in nothing.

Though right now you felt quite vulnerable and exposed as the autumn wind nipped at your bare, damp skin.

Cautiously you stepped around the trunk of the tree, one hand lingering against the rough bark as you moved. The vampire hadn’t left his spot, but you could see his reflective silver eyes roaming over your bare form once you’d appeared again. His gaze and the cold droplets of rain on your skin drew forth goosebumps almost instantly. Despite your weakened vision in the dark in this form, you could still see that cheeky, sly smile drawing itself across his lips once again. 

“Ahh, and now finally we meet,” he said, breaking the silence. “My name is Henry. What would yours be, darling?”

Lip curling back, you pulled a face. “Why do you even want to know that?” you shot at him. “And why should I even tell you to begin with?”

“Would you care for some incentive?” he asked, dark brows raising onto his forehead. “Alright then. One moment.”

He was gone in a blur, your mouth falling open as you gaped at his speed. You’d known vampires were fast, but you hadn’t known they were that fast. 

Mere seconds later he was standing in the exact same place you’d watched him disappear from. It took you a moment to realize why he’d disappeared in the first place, too busy admiring his handsome face that was now looking rather pleased and smug. But then your eyes dropped down, realizing he’d been holding something in his hands–your clothes. Eyes widening in shock, they darted back up towards his face. Henry chuckled softly at your reaction, holding your clothes up even higher for you to see them.

“Incentive enough?” he asked.

“Are you serious?” you snapped at him. “Give me my clothes back!”

He tsk’ed lightly, shaking his head as he lowered the bundle in his hands back to his side. “I’ll only give them back if you give me your name,” he told you. “Though I’ll admit, I’d almost much prefer you didn’t just so I could keep you like that.”

Lips parting in surprise, you felt heat creep its way up your neck and to your cheeks despite the chill of the evening. Was he flirting with you? How absolutely absurd considering what you both were. Your kinds didn’t mix, and they certainly didn’t have relations .

“Why have you been watching me?” you demanded. “What do you want from me?”

Henry’s head tilted a bit to the side as he eyed you. “I believe the deal was for you to tell me your name in exchange for the return of your clothing,” he replied slowly, “but if you’d much prefer I keep your clothes and answer your questions, I’d certainly oblige.”

Teeth clamping down on your lip in irritation, you stood there glaring back at him. What an infuriating, pompous asshole. You’d rather him give you your clothes and leave, never to return back to your hunting grounds without giving up your name to him at all. But as your hand curled into a fist against the tree trunk, you found yourself telling him it in the hopes that he’d finally disappear.

“Pretty name,” he mused.

You scoffed, still glaring back at him. “I could care less whether you find it pretty or not,” you snarled, your left hand extending out towards him. “Give me my clothes and leave .”

“Mmm,” he hummed out, stepping nearer to you. “Thought you wanted to know why I was here?”

Pressing your lips firmly together and squaring your shoulders despite the chill threatening to send a shiver through you, you watched him cautiously approach. He was taking his steps slow and careful as he moved, walking slower than one normally would. Considering how fast you’d just seen him retrieve your clothes, you knew he was doing it on purpose. Probably so he didn’t startle you, you figured.

Eventually he came to a stop just before you, practically invading your personal space with his proximity as the moonlight slipped through the trees and illuminated his features. His eyes were a beautiful hazel color and you were surprised to find nothing terrifying about them besides the mischief lurking inside of them. Inevitably your eyes dropped down to his lips. They were plush and curled into the ghost of an amused smile, though at this distance you could see the faint bit of dried blood at the corner of them from having just fed. Unable to stop yourself at the scent of the fox blood, your eyes lingered at the speck of red as your tongue darted out, licking your lips hungrily.

Henry’s soft laugh drew you out of your thoughts, your heart jumping in your chest at the abrupt sound that had startled you out of your near trance. Your gaze darted back up to his, noticing that he was smirking down at you now, amusement openly glistening in his eyes. A moment later you felt the fabric of your clothes brushing against your bare chest and you gasped lightly, head snapping downwards.

“I believe these belong to you,” he murmured.

Swallowing thickly as your heart hammered in your ears, your hands hesitantly reached out and accepted the bundle of your clothes from him. Gradually your eyes rose back up towards his, fingers tightening around the damp fabric. Brows drawing together, you were confused as to why he was smiling at you like that. Unless he’d mistaken your body’s reaction to him for something else, something it didn’t mean. 

Because it absolutely did not mean what that self-assured smile seemed to think it meant.

“‘M’sure I’ll be seeing you again real soon,” he whispered.

He said your name so softly that you’d have missed it among the dry rustling of leaves if it wasn’t for your heightened sense of hearing. But before you could even respond or yet again ask him why he kept appearing in your forest, he disappeared in a blur, leaving you with more questions than answers as you stood there naked and confused in the rain.

[aquagirl1978]

I know you don’t write Sariel much, but if I could please have Sariel + Touches #1 + 🌶️ Thank you!

Hello and thank you for this very old request! Happy Birthday to the Palace Devil!

Devil Inside - Sariel Noir x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration follower celebration.

Pairing: Sariel Noir x Reader

Prompt: touching foreheads

Word Count: 611

Tags: fluff with a hint of spice

“It’s getting late. I think we can call it a day.”

Sariel pushed his chair away from his desk; after standing up, he made his way around his desk to where you were seated and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

“Why don’t you go to my room, and I’ll meet you there in a few minutes?” Sariel took the documents that were before you and peered down at you over his glasses. 

You would have rather waited for him and retreated to bed together, but you knew there was no point arguing with Sariel on points like this – the devil would always win.

Rising from your seat, you smiled at your lover. “Okay, but I expect to see you soon. You need to rest, too.”

He let out a low laugh as he perused the documents he took from you. ‘Yes, yes. I’ll be there soon.”

You left his office quietly and quickly made your way to his bedroom. Once there, you immediately flopped on the bed. It felt so good to lie down; you were so busy all day, you hadn’t realized how tired you really were.

And if you were tired, Sariel must be even more tired. The hours passed by quickly, but the days were long and with a week long full of visiting dignitaries, work never seemed to end, with Sariel working overtime most days.

The last of the visitors left earlier that day, making tonight the first night in over a week that you and Sariel were able to finish work at a reasonable time. And for that, you wanted to make tonight special for Sariel.

Excited, you jumped from the bed with a spring in your step. You hurried over to the cabinet where he kept his special ale; grabbing two glasses, you filled them with the amber liquid and set the drinks on the table. 

The winter winds howled outside – loud enough that their sudden sounds caused you to jump. When you glanced at the window, and realized it was just the wind, you chuckled under your breath.

That’s okay, you said to yourself as you shook off a small shiver. All the more reason to cuddle tonight. 

After fluffing the pillows and arranging extra blankets on the bed, you stepped back and admired your handiwork. The room was now perfect for Sariel.

There was a soft knock at the door before Sariel entered his room. “I see you kept yourself busy here,” he commented as he appraised the room with a smile.

“It’s been a very long and very hard week,” you said, handing Sariel a glass. “I think you earned a reward.”.

“My favorite,” he said, taking a sip from his glass. His smile turned seductive, his amethyst eyes darkening as his sultry gaze captured yours. 

Mesmerized by the way he looked at you, you found yourself leaning forward, your lips seeking his. Sariel sighed softly, and pressed his lips against yours. Desire overcoming your senses, your tongue probed open his lips and slipped inside his mouth. 

Lost in the kiss, your tired muscles relaxed as you pressed your body closer to his seeking his warmth. Sariel unexpectedly pulled away and broke the kiss, the taste of his ale – sweet and spicy – still fresh on your lips.

Sariel brought his hand to the nape of your neck, cradling you close to his body. With your eyes still closed and a soft smile on your lips, you looked like a sleeping angel. 

“Any more of that, and you will unleash the devil inside me,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours. “Do you think you're ready for that?”

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[in1-nutshell]

Hello! I read/saw one of your writings (Steeljaw and his pack reaction to Bot Buddy with the personality of Perrito from "Puss in Boots the Last Wish") and you did a good job and I love it!

If it's okay can you continue or do this same request with other Steeljaw's (previous) pack members, as well?

Also Thank you!!!

Let's see what other horrors Buddy will unleash on the unsuspecting Con's.

Steeljaw and pack reaction to Bot Buddy with the personality of Perrito from Puss in Boots the Last Wish (continuation)

SFW, platonic, Cybertron/ Bot reader

Scowl

Scowl stumbled quite literally on Buddy.

He was going to go to what seemed like an abandoned lot. He wacked a bin when he heard a yelp.

Surprised, Scowl went to the bin and saw a mini con pop out.

"Oh! Thanks for the help friend! I've been stuck there for a bit. Steeljaw wanted some more steel beams so I was trying to get some, but I got stuck! So, thank you again!"-- Buddy

"... Umm you're welcome?"--Scowl

He helped Buddy out a bit after seeing their pitiful attempts to drag any of the beams.

Scowl ended up bonding with Buddy while getting the materials for this Steeljaw guy.

That being said...

He gets attached really quickly.

Buddy is just so small and fragile looking. If he'd sneeze he was sure he would send Buddy flying back a couple yards. Scowl was bigger, stronger, and much bulkier than they were.

As much as he hated to say it... He has to remember how Grimlock handled smaller things.

He was not prepared for the untold backstory Buddy had to tell. He doesn't know what was worse. Hearing the story or hearing it in such a casual form.

"Wow! You're so strong Scowl! You remind me of one of my friends. He was so strong that he put a ton of scrap metal on me! I found a pretty slab of ions from that day!"--Buddy

"... You're friend... They tried to bury you?!?!"-- Scowl

"Yeah! But I'm telling you the slab was the prettiest thing!"--Buddy

Scowl has told Buddy if someone hurts them, to let him know so he can pay them a visit. That bot will be nothing but scrap metal when he's through.

Drag Strip

Drag Strip has had his fair share of peculiar friends.

Look at Wildbreak.

He met Buddy while trying to look for Wildbreak and the others. And he might have had another incident with ice again. Thank goodness it was just his pedes.

Bad news was it was his pedes. He couldn't exactly move well.

Enter: Buddy

"Hello! Wow you seem to be in a bit of a pickle!"--Buddy

"Yeah I know... Why don't you pass me that crowbar over there?"--Drag Strip

"Sure thing friend! Hey after this you want to go out for a drive? I know the best spots around here and the best shady parts too--"-- Buddy

"...what did I get myself into..."--Drag Strip

The next thing he knows Buddy becomes a third shadow. Second being Wildbreak. He is starting to think that he might attract weird bots.

Drag Strip is unnerved hearing some of Buddy's backstory. It's not something he expected.

You're so lucky you have friends that stay with you all the time Drag Strip."--Buddy

"I guess, but he can be such a pain in the afterburner,"-- Drag Strip

"Maybe, but I have to follow my friends everywhere. They usually end up running. They like playing tag a lot of the time."--Buddy

"They run from you?"-- Drag Strip

"Yeah, but I always find them eventually. Where are you going?"--Buddy

"I need to tell Wildbreak something."--Drag Strip

He is ready to throw down with anyone who decides to treat Buddy like a lesser bot. Drag Strip makes sure that Buddy is either with him or Wildbreak at all times.

Wildbreak

Wildbreak was looking for Drag Strip when he found Buddy.

They had gotten separated when the Autobots had ambushed them.

He ended up under an abandoned bridge when a storm came by. It had started thundering when he felt something touch his pedes.

"Excuse me? You're kind of crushing my tail."-- Buddy

"What? Oh! I'm sorry!"--Wildbreak

"It's okay! I don't like the storms either."--Buddy

"...It gets too loud..."--Wildbreak

"You can hold me if you want. I'm trained in the arts of therapy cuddling."--Buddy

"No I'm --"--Wildbreak

CRASH!

"... You sure you don't mind?"--Wildbreak

"Not at all. Just don't dent my armor too much."--Buddy

"Right, sorry."--Wildbreak

After that night, Wildbreak is now best friends with Buddy. Even after they find Drag Strip, Wildbreak doesn't leave Buddy alone. If he is going somewhere, Buddy is going with, and he doesn't mind at all.

His spark breaks when he hears some of Buddy's backstory. He could never imagine his friend in these scenarios.

"You have so many stories Wildbreak!"--Buddy

"Yeah it's been a crazy time. But bots like Drag Strip make things a bit better."--Wildbreak

"Oh! That reminds me a story! One time a had this friend who put me in a box and, and threw me off a bridge! It landed in the acid wastes, but I got out of there before it landed in the acid. I saw the prettiest sunset that day. And --Wildbreak are you crying?"--Buddy

Wildbreak full on sobbing holding Buddy close.

"...no ..."--Wildbreak

If anyone came near Buddy with intention to harm, it is on sight. Wildbreak is ready to drop kick anyone who comes near Buddy. No one is going to hurt them while he's around.

[egophiliac]

Hello!! I'm in love with your artstyle (especially the way you did the signature spells??? I've been looking at them for a while adsgfdfsf, they look like movie posters tbh and that's fricking cool to me. anyway!! I'm a player on the NA server (btw, I've already seen spoilers of chap 7 due to tumblr/reddit/pinterest, so yeah it's not the most spoiled I've ever been so yea) and yeah. I'm getting through the story okay but do you have any advice for people trying to get through certain events with a more limited life schedule??? Also, what are some of the differences that you notice between the english (if you see a lot of it??) and Japanese versions of the game? sorry if this was a longer ask, i tried to be simple but i wanted to tell you that I loved your art and everything just spiraled AAAAAAH

thank you! ❤️❤️❤️ I've been surprised by how many people really like my posters -- it's kind of a weird style to do fanart in, I guess, but I'm glad other people think it's cool too! :D

(gonna answer out of order because the event stuff turned into a huge block of text, sorry!)

I've seen a few of the localizations, but I don't know a lot about the Eng version, so I can't speak too much about differences. (I do think "housewarden" has a better sound to it than "dorm leader" though...they need a fancy little word to match their fancy little outfits.) I did look up the unique magic/signature spells to see if they were able to somehow work in the glossing -- I'm not even sure how you would localize that without it being super weird, so I don't blame them, but I was a little sad anyway! :( in Japanese, they're all written as Japanese phrases with the English as ruby text, and sometimes they're given a little extra meaning. like -- this is where the episode 7 spoilers I'm tagging are) the words that Mal says are "Fae of Maleficence":

but the meaning of the Japanese is "Blessing", which is a nice little "ooooh" moment given the context of it!

there isn't always an extra meaning, sometimes it's just. super literal. but my other favorite is Jack's, where what he means is "✨howl that pierces the moonlit night✨", but what he actually yells is "UNLEASH BEAST" before turning into a giant dog. what a good boy.

as for event advice (under the cut, because this was already getting long)...

speaking as someone who is 100% F2P and therefore also tends to get kind of burnt by some of these events -- the #1 most important thing is to just...make peace with not getting everyone. :') I am a collector-type person, so it definitely gets grating when I can't have all the fancy PNGs my little packrat heart desires. generally though: never do random pulls, always be saving your keys and gems between events. (once a month you can buy a 10-set from Sam for a 50 gem discount, and logging in on a character's birthday will give you a 10-set for free, so make sure to do those!). when the event info starts coming out, pick one or two cards that you really want and work specifically towards those, focusing on grinding out the items and/or using your saved-up pulls on their specific banner. and in the end, accept that it might just not be meant to be, even if you hit the 100-pull pity SSR no I'm not still bitter over fairy gala Ortho why do you ask. if the event doesn't have any cards that you really want, take it as an opportunity to save for the next one!

hoard your star fragments (the things that restore AP) -- if you're going for a card that requires grinding event items to permanently unlock, and the item is one you get from lessons, you can use star fragments to bump your AP up to 30 at a time (10 is the limit that will restore over time, but 30 is the max you can have at once). that makes for a looong lesson loop, but I usually get about 50-60 items per 30 lessons, and I just let it run in the background while doing other stuff. (usually these items are what also unlock the event story, so I'll do a huge amount of lessons first thing and then have enough to get the whole story at once. 👍) it can get really grindy, but events go on for a while so it's not usually that bad if you space it out a bit, instead of waiting until the last minute to try and get those last 600 items (cough) (cough).

if it's one of the ones where you get the item from doing a rhythmic, you get the same amount of items no matter how well you do, even if you miss every note. so you can just...tap occasionally to restart it and get the same effect. if it's a battle one, you do have to actually win to get the item, but once you figure out the sweet spot of a team setup + highest battle level where you win every time, it becomes basically the same deal.

so...yeah, tl;dr you can get away with a lot just by setting things up to run in the background and paying just enough attention to tap through some of the menus. it does require a certain amount of time to just leave your phone while still sorta-kinda paying attention to it, so it might not work for everyone, but that's the best way I've found to get through most events!

[middleearthpixie]

Something in the Night ~ Chapter Three

Summary: Following the Battle of the Five Armies, a seriously wounded Thorin Oakenshield returns to Erebor to recuperate and eventually ascend the throne as king. With the deaths of Azog the Defiler and his son, Bolg, Thorin no longer has to worry about the bounty the Defiler placed on his head and can instead concentrate on restoring Erebor to its former glory. 

Nina Carren of Esgaroth has one goal—to make Thorin Oakenshield pay for unleashing Smaug the dragon unto her home—where he destroyed the town and killed her family. The Defiler might be gone, but his bounty remains very much in place, and she fully intends to collect on it. 

Finally, the opportunity shows itself for her to do just that, only to have it go horribly awry. Wounded and now at his mercy, neither Nina nor Thorin stopped to think what might happen, should things not go quite according to plan…

Pairings: Thorin Oakenshield x ofc Nina Carren

Warnings: Some battle violence 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.4k

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Previous chapters can be found here. 

When I get home, I am staying home.

Thorin Oakenshield scowled as they slogged along a road that was more rut than road, thanks to the rain that’d poured over the last twenty-four hours. It had only just stopped a short while ago, and that made for messy travel. “Why are we doing this again?”

Dwalin, his most trusted lieutenant, scowled. “Take it up with yer sister when we return home.”

“Oh, believe me, I will.”

They were on their way to Rivendell, to thank their king Elrond for offering his healers in the days following the Battle of the Five Armies not quite a year ago. Without them, Thorin and his nephews would probably not be around for Dís to order about as she was wont to do whenever the occasion arose. 

Unlike their previous visit to Rivendell, this journey had been calm and dull so far. It was just him and Dwalin, as the Company as they had been called, had be told to remain in Erebor to oversee the rebuilding that had been going on since the end of that battle, with his sister there to make any decisions in his absence. It was a nice change, really. Unlike the last time, when an orc pack chased them practically into Rivendell itself, they had very little trouble. No orcs, no wargs, no Azog the Defiler. Thorin had dispatched the scarred pale orc who’d hunted him for years on an ice floe on the River Celduin. Never again would he trouble Thorin, Fíli, or Kíli. Azog was gone. His son, Bolg was gone. Leaderless, the Gundabad orcs scattered throughout Middle Earth, their numbers diminished enough to the point where they would give no more trouble to anyone. 

Still, that didn't mean Thorin wished to travel anywhere. He’d been grievously wounded in his battle with Azog—run through twice by the pale orc in addition to other battle wounds inflicted by wargs, orcs, and goblins. This was the furthest he’d ventured from Erebor since that day, as Narnerra, Erebor’s healer, was loathe to let him out of her sight before these recent weeks, no matter how much he complained about being there. 

They were almost there now, after traveling for nearly a month. He was tired and weary and, if he was totally honest with himself, not quite his former self as yet. They’d had to pass the night at inns more times than he cared to think about, as he always preferred to simply push through until exhaustion threatened to end him. Those days were gone now, and Narnerra warned him how he might never be as he once was—his back pained him more often than not, and he still had a bit of a limp, but considering how close he’d come to dying? Neither of those things troubled him much. 

After so much time in a saddle, he looked forward to a long soak in a hot bath upon his arrival in Rivendell. Although dwarves and elves were not by nature overly fond of one another, Thorin had not only earned Elrond’s respect, but the elf king held Thorin’s grandfather, Thrór in high regard as well. It might not be home, but Rivendell wasn’t the worst place he could find himself, either. 

Dwalin’s hand shot out, his paw wrapping about Thorin’s forearm to halt him and his pony. “Wait,” Dwalin whispered, his voice only barely audible, “there’s something ahead of us.”

“It’s probably only a fox or wolf.”

“No.” It was a nightfall, but the silvery light offered by the full moon made it possible to see Dwalin shake his head. “It sounds bigger.” He paused. “Perhaps not bringin’ the Company was not so wise.”

“I need no entourage. I’m perfectly capable of traveling without being surrounded by warriors.”

“And look where that’s gotten us,” came Dwalin’s dry response.

Tightening one hand on the reins, Thorin instinctively reached with his free hand for the Orcrist, returned to him at the Battle of the Five Armies, although he didn't know if Legolas of the Woodland realm did so purposely or not, nor did he care. It was his and he planned to keep it that way.

Their ponies clopped slowly along the narrow, rutted road heading east from the Wilderlands, weapons at the ready. Little by little, Thorin also heard the sounds. Definitely not animal sounds, as the whisper of voices rose to waft on the breeze that rippled along the treetops and through the gorse and reeds. But sounds that were most definitely coming up behind them. 

His blood ran cold at the sound of Black Speech, of which he understood pathetically little. They each slid from their mounts as the sounds of the orcs grew louder. The pack was too close now, so without saying a word to each other, both he and Dwalin released the reins they held, and when they gave the animals a firm slap to their flanks, the ponies took off down the road. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d been sent on their own, and each time, they found their way, and he had no reason to doubt they would again. So, as they bolted, Thorin caught Dwalin by the upper arm and pulled him off the road, into the underbrush along the side of it. They lay low, even as Dwalin eased one of his axes free and Thorin tightened his grip on the Orcrist. 

The voice grew louder and the air went from rain-clean and refreshing to heavy and sour. Orcs. If he wasn’t certain with the Black Speech, Thorin was certain with the stink. The only thing that smelled worse than an orc was an orc on a warg. 

Dwalin subtly bobbed his head in the direction of the voices. They were drawing nearer, coming from the west. It was difficult to say how many there were, because for the number who spoke, the number who remained silent could be double that. Thorin rolled his eyes as he strained to listen to the footfalls. Impossible to tell, so far better to assume they were outnumbered and remain where they were.

The Orcrist began glowing a brilliant, almost-sapphire blue, which meant either orcs or goblins were nearby. Thorin carefully shifted to slip the blade beneath him, so as not to give themselves away as the first orcs came over the hill from the west. 

The first arrow took him by surprise, whizzing past his ear to embed itself in the tree trunk behind him.

He and Dwalin exchanged looks, then took off in opposite directions as more arrows slit the air. A stand of trees with thick, gnarled trunks split the overgrown path in two, and Thorin wasted no time in ducking behind it as the first orcs spilled from the roadway, shouting to one another, obviously unconcerned with whether or not their presences became known. 

His heart hammering his ribs, Thorin tightened his grip on the Orcrist, and as the first orcs ran past, he swung, slicing the lead and second orcs almost cleanly in half. He bit back a yelp as an arrow sliced across the top of his right shoulder, spinning about to cleave a head from its shoulders.

“Thorin! Where are ye?”

“To your left!” Thorin ducked as a blade slit the air just above his head. “Take care, Dwalin!”

“I’m fine!”

And that was the last Thorin heard as he plunged headlong into battle. It seemed for every orc he dispatched, two more took its place. He heard Dwalin swear, heard the dull thunk of his axe blades finding their marks, and smiled despite his growing exhaustion and the burning ache in his lower right side.

A flash of movement caught his eye. A silver-tipped arrow zinged over his right shoulder to go through the eye of the approaching orc. Another arrow flew. And another. He pulled up just before taking the head off a the boy who leaped from nowhere to get between him and the remaining orcs. 

“Ahhh!” The boy stumbled back, an arrow protruding from his upper right side, but he managed to fire the arrow he’d set into place before sinking to his knees, then sprawling onto his back. As he fell, Thorin jumped in front of him and finished off the last of the orcs. 

“Dwalin! Where are you?”

“I’m here! Where are ye?”

“Follow my voice and hurry. I’ve a wounded boy.”

“What?”

“Easy, lad,” Thorin said, taking a knee alongside the boy, who swore softly under his breath and reached for the arrow’s shaft. “No, leave it in place. We are near the border of Rivendell and their healer is one of the most gifted in all of Middle Earth. Let her remove this and treat your wounds. It is the least I can do.”

The boy grimaced, blood slowly staining the shoulder of his tunic. “You—you mean, you wish me to leave this? Where it is?” His voice rose until it was almost a girlish squeak. “Are you mad? Have you any idea how this hurts?”

As the boy went to grip it again, Thorin grabbed his wrist. “Leave off. If you try to remove it, you will do more harm. Trust me.”

“Let go of me.”

“Show some sense, lad. You pull out that arrow, you will tear the wound, make it wider and more jagged and will probably bleed to death before we can reach Rivendell. I know it hurts, but you will survive a bit longer this way.”

As he spoke, he noticed how thin the boy’s wrist was, thin and bony, and when he looked down at the boy’s face, he noticed how sunken his cheeks looked, the hollows deep to make his cheekbones stand out like slashes against his skin. 

But the boy stopped fighting him, even as he grimaced and his breathing seemed a bit more rapid. “Will I? Survive, I mean.”

“You will, yes.”

Sweat beaded the boy’s hairless upper lip. Perhaps he was a wayward elf lad. They were well close enough to Rivendell’s borders for that to be the case and while elves and dwarves didn’t necessarily trust one another, it wouldn’t be the first time first time an elf had come to his aid. 

Either way, the boy nodded slowly. “Very well.”

Thorin straightened to re-sheath the Orcrist, then bent once more to scoop the boy up. He weighed almost nothing. “When was the last time you’ve had a decent meal, lad?”

“I don’t recall.” The boy’s eyes slid shut, even as he grimaced once more.

“Thorin,” Dwalin’s hand came to rest on his arm, “what are ye doin’?”

“I’m bringing him with us. He’s wounded. Amara and her team can help him.”

“Are ye sure that’s wise? Ye don’t even know his name.”

“No. But I know he came to our aid and he had no cause to.” The ponies were unharmed, having stopped in a pasture just south of them, and the boy was light enough that Thorin only barely registered his weight as he carried him to them. “If Elrond wishes to turn him away, I won’t argue it, but I also won’t leave a wounded child out here to fend for himself.”

“Ye dinna even know he’s a child. He could be a small adult.”

“The matter is settled.” Thorin approached his pony and carefully lay the boy across the animal’s back, taking care to mind the arrow still embedded. The boy let out a low moan, to which Thorin said, “I apologize if I hurt you. Can you sit up?”

“I think so,” the boy replied, his voice thready. 

“Very well.” Thorin helped him down, swung up into his saddle, and held out a hand. “You are small enough to sit in front of me.”

“Thank you.” The boy managed, with Thorin’s help, to heave himself up into the saddle and settled in thee vee between Thorin’s legs. He sagged back against Thorin, who tried to ignore the sudden, unwanted contact as they began moving once more.

Dwalin climbed into his own saddle and clicked his tongue against his teeth as they began moving. “Why did I think this journey would be calmer than the last one?”

“Because we don’t have cause for anyone to bother us.”

“We don’t?”

Thorin shook his head. “Azog is gone. Bolg is gone. I have no need to look over my shoulder now.”

“Or so ye hope. Are ye certain that bounty isn’t still out on ye?”

No. He wasn’t certain at all. After all, no one claimed it, of course, but that didn't mean Azog’s replacement didn’t still offer it. All he knew was that for the last year, he wasn’t living like a hunted animal. 

Just a repentant king. He owed much to the men and women of Dale and Esgaroth and when he returned to Erebor, he had great hopes those cities would have been well on their way to completely reconstruction as well. 

Above them, the night sky cleared, the rain ended, and a soft breeze swept through the meadow along the Great East Road that would bring them directly to Rivendell. The only sounds were the soft thud of the ponies’ hooves, and the occasional whimper from the boy half-slumped over the pommel of Thorin’s saddle. 

“A strange thing, that this boy should be out here at this hour,” Thorin said to break the silence. “Do you suppose he is one of Elrond’s scouts?”

“He could be. He looks like one of them.”

True. He did. The Rivendell elves were mostly dark haired with equally dark eyes. It was difficult to tell in the dark what color the boy’s eyes were, but his hair was definitely dark. Very dark, in fact. It contrasted with the boy’s pale skin, but that paleness could have just as easily been a result of his wounds. 

“We will know soon enough.”

Thorin nodded as they reached the entrance to the hidden path. It was just wide enough for them to travel single file through the rocky cavern and over the open bridge leading to Rivendell’s main entrance. 

The closer they drew, the heavier the air seemed to feel. Only, it wasn't the heavy foreboding feeling, such as what lingered about Mirkwood. No, this was more a magical feel, as if they were about to cross through a veil separating the elven kingdom from the rest of Middle Earth. Thorin hadn’t felt it the first time they were there, as his mind was far too weighted down with the task of reclaiming Erebor. Then, he hadn’t wanted to stop here, didn’t want to discuss his plans with Elrond at all. It was only because they were in need of one who could translate moon runes that he’d allowed himself to be talked into paying Elrond a visit.

But this time was different. He had no quest ahead of him. No need to avoid the elf king. Now, he could actually relax, which was something he rarely had the time or inclination to do. He had gifts from the forges and mines of Erebor, a thank you for all that Elrond and his people had done for the dwarves of Erebor. They would stay a night or two, then set out for home. And once they returned? 

He was not leaving. Quite possibly ever again. 

Although it was dark, when they crossed into Rivendell, Lindir, Elrond’s right hand man was there, coming down the steps toward them. “Your Highness,” he said by way of greeting, “we expected you far earlier than this.”

“I apologize for the lateness of the hour, but we ran into a bit of trouble on the Great East Road. May I trouble Amara to take a look at this boy? We were set upon by a small orc pack and he was wounded by them in the process of coming to our aid.”

Lindir nodded. “Of course.” 

And with that, several more elves appeared, coming down the same white marble staircase, including Amara, Rivendell’s main healer. She was serene and quiet as he remembered, her black hair skimmed away from her face in a tidy knot at the back of her head. She stood off to the side as her underlings carefully eased the boy from Thorin’s pony, then said, “Take him to the Healing Room and tell Kenia she may assess him without me.”

“Yes, Amara.”

The Healer looked up at him. “And you, Your Highness, are you wounded? Are you, Mr. Fundinson?”

Dwalin swung down and passed his reins to an elf who stood an entire head taller. “I’m fine.”

Thorin nodded. “I am as well. The boy got between me and the arrow that struck him. All I am in need of is a stiff drink and a soft bed.”

“Very well. “

Amara bobbed her head before turning to follow her assistants while Lindir said, “My lord Elrond has been alerted to your arrival and is awaiting you in the Great Hall. I believe he has ordered the kitchens opened if you are hungry.”

Thorin smiled, taking down one of his saddlebags before handing off his reins. “I do appreciate the offer, but a drink is really all I’d trouble you for.”

“Will wine do?”

“Wine is fine.”

“And you, Mr. Fundinson?”

Dwalin nodded. “If I must, wine will suffice.”

“Thank you.” Lindir offered up another serene smile. “If you will come with me, then.”

They followed him, Thorin walking alongside him with Dwalin a step behind. Like all of the Rivendell elves, Lindir was tall and slender, with pale skin and sleek dark hair kept at bay by a bronze and gold tiara. He towered over Thorin, who barely reached his shoulder, and his voice was never anything but calm as he said, “You ran into trouble?”

He nodded. “An orc pack, believe it or not.”

Lindir nodded. “We have had trouble with one not too far from here. They were rather disorganized at first, but now, my lord thinks that has changed.”

“Gundabad orcs?” Dwalin fell into step alongside Thorin.

Lindir nodded. “They are regrouping, and growing stronger with each day. They mainly roam the Wildands and Dunland, but lately have been coming east.”

Thorin sighed softly. “Wonderful. Just when I thought I was rid of them.”

“My lord Elrond said the same thing.” Lindir glanced down at him. “But, you need not worry for now. They will not penetrate our borders.”

“Perhaps not,” Dwalin broke in sharply, “but we cannot remain here indefinitely. And when we go back out, they will be even stronger.”

“I can offer you an escort to the edge of Dunland.” Elrond appeared at the end of the colonnade, smiling serenely as he swept toward them. “And possibly even further west if you need.”

They met in the middle of the promenade and Elrond offered up a warm smile. “It’s good to see you up and about, Thorin. Very good, in fact.”

“It’s good to be up and about,” Thorin told him. “And I thank you again for the chance to be able to do so once more.”

“Oh, think nothing of it,” Elrond told him. “I’ve heard you’ve been making good on your word to aid Esgaroth and Dale in their rebuilding efforts?”

“I have. And things are moving along. Slowly, of course, but they’re moving.” Thorin glanced down at the bag in his hand. “We have a few gifts of thanks for you, for Amara and Kenia, and even for Lindir.”

“They are wholly unnecessary, Thorin. I only hope that should we ever need Erebor’s assistance, you will heed the call.”

“We would, of course.” Thorin told him as they crossed into the great hall. All around him, white marble gleamed. The vaulted ceilings offered tranquil murals of pastoral scenes, and gold trimmed almost everything that stood still long enough to be gilded. Their boots echoed along the hall, but their voices remained low. A gentle cross breeze wafted through, and carried on it hints of rain once more. 

“Well, we can discuss it in the morning.” Elrond said softly. “I’ve asked wine be brought to your chambers and I will see you both in the morning. Lindir, if either of them wishes to see the boy they brought in, tell Amara she is to allow them as long as the boy is stable enough.”

Lindir bobbed his head. “Yes, my lord.” Then, to Thorin and Dwalin, he said, “Come. Let’s get you both settled for the night.”

[torra-and-the-toons]

Welcome to my Cartoon Blog!

Torra | she/her | 1992 | Autistic | Fan Artist & Author 

Hello! If you’re reading this it means you’ve found my blog! Just a few things before we get started that you should know about me and what I do here. 

I post about whatever cartoon is tickling my brain at the moment, and I flit between hyperfixations like I’m playing duck-duck-goose. Ed Edd n Eddy is the only fandom I have major projects in, but I partake in a lot of other fandoms too. So just know, if you follow me for one fandom, it’s bound to change.

I ramble a lot. I tend to voice my thoughts out loud randomly into the void that is tumblr just because I like to talk to whoever may be listening. If that’s not your thing, you may want to block the #torra rambles tag! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and I want to do my best to make this blog enjoyable for all kinds of people.

My askbox is open, but I no longer take requests or answer head-canon related questions, but I’m happy to say hi. No Anons anymore, sorry.

If you’re just here for my art, I suggest looking for #torrasart. For any art I posted before February of 2024, I used #my art, #my doodles just FYI, but mass post editor was too confusing to change it, so I left it as is.

I try to be generally sfw, but I might still post/reblog suggestive text posts occasionally, tagged #suggestive, so minors beware... 

I don’t want to have to block anybody but I will if I have to... 

Please keep in mind that I have a full-time job that takes up a majority of my time and energy, but in spite of that I’m working as hard as I can to bring these projects to life. I also have pretty bad ADHD, which effects my ability to stay focused, but I’m trying. All I ask is for your patience and understanding. 💖

Ed Edd n Eddy Stuff

At the moment I have a few serious projects that I’m working on: My fan-comic, “In the Ed,” my fanfiction, “In the Sky of a Million Stars” and my most recent venture is just my unnamed Torra AU where I unleash my weird furry self-insert/OC into the cul-de-sac like a lunatic because I can’t make normal human OC’s.

IN THE ED

Horror AU, Supernatural Themes, Trigger Warning for blood and possible gore, Content Warning for language and violence.

"Nobody knew it existed. In fact this was the first time anyone had set eyes upon this hilltop manor for quite some time..." Four years after the events of the Big Picture Show, the Eds and friends find themselves in a brand new, death-defying adventure that's sure to shift the genres.

tags: #in the ed comic, #wip shot, #in the ed refs

This fan-comic is also on Ao3 for slightly easier readability! 

Introduction Page! 

CHAPTER 1: Peach Creek Manor

[1-5] [6-10] [11-15] [16-20] [21-25 (coming soon)]

IN THE SKY OF A MILLION STARS

Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trigger Warning for Suicide Attempts, Content Warning for language and blood

Eddy has always been a man of many fears, but above all else, his greatest fear has always been the inevitability of growing up. Now, with adulthood staring him in the face, he just can’t take it. Why couldn’t things have stayed the way they were? AU where the BPS never happened, and Eddy struggles with the changes happening around and within him. Loosely based on the song "One More Light," by Linkin Park.

tags: #a million stars fic, #a million stars art

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Torra AU [not official name, and no banner image yet]

Comedy, OC, Content warning for language but overall trigger-safe, I think. Unless you have a fear of tigers

tags: #torra oc, #torra au, #torra and the eds

The Isaac Saga [no banner yet]

Comedy with some hurt/comfort themes. 

A collection of comics and drawings about the cat I made for Double Dee named Isaac. 

tags: #isaac the cat, #small things with great ed

Small Things with Great Ed Part 1

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[feralmoonlight]

HEY HI IT’S ME

A Creature. An Absolute Gremlin. Approach with caution.

A more current list of my au projects(a work in progress) and my art without 30k ish reblogs sprinkled between them can be found at @feralssinbin

Welcome to my little hole on this glorious hell site. My ask box is always open for questions, pokes, suggestions/requests, or a fun little AU ask game where you throw me a bone(idea?Scenario?quote?Something?) and I unleash a wave of rambling at you in return as my brain runs wild with ideas :D Rude asks will be laughed at and consumed like the most delectable treats >:3

I am... Honestly super proud to have ended up as part of the DCA Fandom (and now FNaF by extention??? I avoided it like the plague for so long and now here I am lmao). The people here are so warm and welcoming and absolutely full of the kind of crack that makes me grin and I love you all! My ‘day job’ is pretty much doing furry art commissions and helping take care of my grandmother, but my free time and fun time is spent here, simping in the daycare and showering people with the little fragments of my soul that still exist in the form of scribbled art and drabbles of writing <3

As a heads up, I live in the Sin Bin, and while I will try to tag anything overly suggestive/nsfw leaning, I am also a complete space cadet and my judgement on that kind of stuff is horribly skewed on what’s safe and what’s naughty(see day job. my sense of shame is like wet tissue paper lmao)

Art Stuff~  #Feral Scribbles (I DONT KNOW WHY THE LINK KEEPS BREAKING i keep copypasting it from the address bar but it’s being dumb)

My AO3~ and also my writing tag #Feral Writes for various bits and pieces that don’t make it to AO3

Unorganized Tagging and current projects list Under the Cut

BELOW IS SORTA OUTDATED. MOST RECENT AU HEADCOUNT IS HERE.

Various AU tags will appear somewhere once they exist

Pirate AU that needs a name eventually~ New name is too long for a decent tag sooo yea (also name may change) - You and Me and the Devil Makes Three

Forgotten But Not Gone the abandoned daycare AU thing

VampireWerewolf AU Uh... yeah what it sounds like hehehehe

AU Hoard various AU things that just... exist? or the start of AU ideas that get tags later

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And some more shit I need to organize and merge with above~ BUT these are some(most) of the things I’m working on for writing currently!

Forgotten But Not Gone - 10 year old abandoned daycare with  one very lonely and unhinged isolated animatronic Fazbear Ent didn’t bother to pick up.

You, and Me, and the Devil Makes Three - PIRATE AU where reader is a dock hand that accidentally gets loaded as cargo on a pirate ship and now they’re a stow away. The captain’s aren’t thrilled

First Night Jitters - Boy, isn’t it a great idea to schedule the new hire’s first shift at closing time. When the lights go out. And the repurposed security detail is bored?

Dangerous Haven - Its hurricane season and your dumb ass was out in the storm(supposedly for good reason) gets hurt, and seeks safety by breaking into the pizzaplex when the powers gone out. Thank goodness the animatronics have an emergency override protocol in times like these, right?

Sometimes It’s Worth The Risk - You like robots. No. You REALLY like robots. And you just got an acceptance email you get to start working at the most technologically advanced pizza joint in the country. Jackpot. Time to woo the lanky boys, if only they understood why you were being ‘so weird’. (Surprise, they do)

Bite You Once, Bite You Twice - Vampire/Werewolf AU. SO. Sunny is a vampire, right? Well, he’s also a werewolf, because sure why not, and that side of him manifests as Moon (same entity, very different personality shift), and YOU are the new neighbor that doesn’t want to be here, but taking a job from him to help keep his yard tidy is at least something until you get a real job. What’s that? Lemonade? Sure I’ll step into your parlor mysterious friendly stranger. Wait why am I sleepy…

Once Upon Some BULLSHIT( >:C Language!) - A Choose Your Own Adventure style starting point that’s been backburnered for above projects that will basically be ‘commenters choice’ on what to do next, cause these are always fun to do between things, but this might also get scrapped BECAUSE I keep getting bigger ideas and this is a very side project thing.

Hands On Experience - Self indulgent drivel from me of the newbie finding out that the boys are just very touchy. No real plot, just some hands on time with the guys at various points of your employment. Some sweet, some awkward, some steamy, some uncomfortable. Look. I’ve figured out what this fandom is about with them and… Let me have this XD

The Doordash AU (title pending) - STAY AT HOME RECLUSE ARTIST ORDERS FOOD AND IT’S DELIVERED BY A FRIENDLY SUN ANIMATRONIC. Friendship. Angst. Romance? Bromance? I promise there is plot here, I rambled about it, the crack turned into a serious thing, why does this keep happening.

Strings, and Stripes, and Stars - AYO Red string of fate is playing mind games and you are more than confused about this pull that keeps yanking you around to a place of your nightmares. You have always hated big bulky costumes, mascots, those weird uncanny animatronics you see at themeparks and shitty kids restaurants. They make you uncomfortable on a level that borders into phobia territory. SO WHY do you keep ending up losing your mind and walking through the doors of THE MOST UNCOMFORTABLE example of EVERYTHING you hate? Oh sweet fuck why are they so tall…

Let The Current Flow Under the Horizon(renamed, might get renamed again)- Self indulgent Mermaid AU that has fleeting bits and pieces of ideas and no real plot yet so check back on this one in like, a bit…The only thing I know for sure is I think I am going to make this one uh, naughty cause there’s so few decent nsfw mermaid fics out there. Team Monster Fucker, where you at? Tastefully, of course!

Face Value - Human disguise AU maybe? Maybe?? >w>; Not sure if developed enough to write yet but… There are many ideas that need to be sorted.

[what-do-1000-swords-look-like]

So I was in the Jonsa tag because I'm slowly getting back onto my Jonsa bullshit and this popped up as one of the latest posts:

And then I see the ever-so smart tags of someone else when reblogging said post:

To be fair, this op and reblogger didn't tag this post as Jonsa and obviously Tumblr is at it again with their algorithm but I found the content of said post and the assertion that Jonsas are "idiots" and "delusional" to be utterly fascinating.

For one, when the show was airing its final season, I never ever saw any Jonsas claim that it was Emilia's fault that Jonsa didn't get an HEA together at the end. Not in the circles I traveled. That's a ludicrous claim. Emilia had no investment on what Jon's or Sansa's endings would be, together or not.

What Emilia did change however that many have been (correctly) critical of was the dialogue in the throne room scene before Jon 🗡️ Dany. Rather than let everyone see exactly who Dany was, who she had become, she asked D&D to add in the lines of the whole "I couldn't count to twenty" bit. She admitted as much in an interview, stating that she wanted fans to remember who Dany was in the beginning of the show, and D&D obliged. That's a major problem, whether you're a fan of Dany or not, especially if you're a fan. That negated Dany's dark turn completely and her entire arc as a character. It negated why she chose to take such actions and the true ending that she deserved. While I respect Emilia as an actress and as a human being, she was wrong to ask D&D to do that. She's not a writer and/or showrunner. She should never have had that part added in because season 1 and season 2 Dany even was not who season 8 Dany was (or even season 7 or season 6 or season 5). That is the only thing I've seen Jonsas (and other sections of the fandom) be rightly critical of.

The "delusions" and "idiocy" I see coming from some of the Dany stans, though, is truly confounding to the rest of us. "Dany was never supposed to go dark!" "It was bad writing!" "Even Emilia knows!" "That's not how it goes in the books!"

Dany was always supposed to go dark. That's the entire point of her story. Go back and watch the show again. It's always been there. They have always framed her actions as just when really they were anything but. They've always shown the darkness waiting inside her to be unleashed. She was always going to be the final boss in the end.

While the last season was not most people's favorites and things were rushed & mistakes were made, Dany going dark in general is not bad writing. It's actually good writing because it closes up what they've been setting up for her since season 1 (mind you GRRM was involved in writing episodes of the show from seasons 1-4 so even if his books end differently, that part of Dany's darkness is still in there, just saying).

Emilia has self-admittedly blurred the line between herself and her character for some time now. And it's understandable. She played the character for 10 years (another example of an actor I can think of sharing this sort of blurring approach is Jensen Ackles with Dean Winchester after 15 years of him playing that character) and she underwent some intense and dangerous health issues during that time that thankfully she survived and was able to heal from. She has talked about drawing strength from the character during these times and she naturally is protective of the character for all of those reasons. But even she has stated that now when she looks back, she sees where the show was leading Dany all alone. She may have her own thoughts on why the dark turn happened when it did but again, she is not a writer, producer, or director. She also defers to the work D&D did despite being honest about her emotional reactions to Dany's ending when she first read it and afterwards.

"That's now how it goes in the books!" This is probably the most common argument point many Dany stans make that just causes me to repeatedly roll my eyes. This is the show, not the books. Two different universes essentially. Did you not realize the show was adapted from the books? Do you know what adapted means? Do you know that adaptations happen because a story is being transferred from one medium to another? Did the Twilight, Harry Potter, and Hunger Games films all follow the books to the last letter? No. Why? Because they were adapted from a written medium to a visual medium. This has been happening since your parents were toddlers. And did you not notice how there was no Lady Stoneheart or Val or Dacey Mormont or Harry Hardyng or Young Griff? Did you notice how it was Sansa that married Ramsay and not Jeyne? At what point were you going to realize that the show was going to go its own route? Should they have changed the names to Jansa Jark, Son Show, and Myra Jark in order to get your attention? Nanerys Margaryen perhaps? Jyrion Nannister? Black Beetle? Come on now 🤡

I will never understand why people refuse to see what's right in front of them, even when their fave is saying it. And yet they call Jonsas delusional. Okay, then.

Then again:

"Sansa Stark will die screaming"...okay, then.

[just-another-author-i-guess]

Judd's childhood headcanons?

You betcha 🤭

Tags: idk like mentions of violence and such, Judd being a pyromaniac from a very young age, dead bugs?

Author's note: if we don’t get a baby judd episode in the new season I will riot (,:

Judd childhood hc's

Word count: 1,2K

Both of his parents were absolutely over the moon when he was born

Imagine being an only child in the Birch household, like ngl that sounds pretty sweet

He had their attention aaalll to himself, and he thoroughly enjoyed it 

He was quite an active child too, not like hyper but always doing something he was definitely not supposed to do, so he needed either one of his parents to watch him constantly anyways

I feel like he was a pretty “normal” child until Leah was born, sure he was a bit harder to watch than average 2-year-olds but it wasn’t to like a concerning degree or anything

That was until Leah was born

Suddenly having to deal with a new sister, unleashed little monster-gremlin Judd

Not even like five minutes after she was born, when he got to see her in the hospital, did he call her ugly and bald

He probably had an identity crisis when his dad told him he looked like that too

Anyways, Elliot was really empathic towards him, even though he was definitely becoming a bit of a spoiled brat

Like, he sat him down and was like “I know it’s hard for you to get a new sister, but think about how much she’s going to look up to you, blah blah..”

Judd did not listen

So for the next few years, his mission became causing as much trouble for everyone around him as possible and then finding a way to blame it on Leah

Obviously, no one believed that an infant thrashed the house and set fire to a bunch of ants in the backyard

(It was hard to believe toddler Judd even managed to do it lmfao)

That’s another thing, like he wouldn’t hurt big animals, like cats, dogs, raccoons, ect cause he likes those

But he’s definitely responsible for the bug population in town drastically decreasing lol

He would be that type of little kid who burns ants, crushes snails and squeezes bugs to death

I was reading IT right, and patrick apparently has a whole pencil case filled with dead flies AND WHY IS THAT SO JUDD

I could see him bringing that into kindergarten, and when it’s art time he pulls it out and shows the teacher’s kinda proudly and they’re all like 😧✋

This was how he ended in therapy, too

Diane getting a call like “Yeah, uh, your son has a pencil case full of dead bugs and he’s scaring everyone pls come pick him up”

She wasn’t even mad, bc if you’ve seen my other headcannons, yk it would just be even more confirmation that Judd definitely inherited a lot of things from her

He was definitely a very stab-happy kid too

I’m talking deliberately sharpening his pencils to a point and using them as weapons 

I can see him having a slingshot too, he would sit somewhere his dad couldn’t see and just shoot rocks at him

Poor Elliot, Judd’s abuse and gremlin behaviours definitely affected him the most

Diane could actually get angry so Judd didn’t dare mess too much with her, and Leah was just a baby so her reactions were usually pretty boring

She didn’t even care when Judd showed her the dead flies smh 🫤

So Elliot was the only good target 

Judd was very, very annoyed though, at how he never really got angry, like he’d always just praise Judd for his creativity 

If he’s too mean to his dad, Diane will also get mad at him lol

So it’s about finding a balance yk 

But back to the therapy thing

I don’t really think Judd got diagnosed with anything, besides being a creepy ass kid 

If being creepy is a mental illness, count me in too idc

But like, there’s nothing inherently wrong with him, he just really enjoys causing trouble

So the only thing the therapist recommended was stricter parenting

As both him and Leah got older, his plans of getting rid of her became more thought out as well

There’s that one scene where Nick is a newborn and Judd tries to set fire to Leah’s hair

That is definitely a recurring thing, like he realised if he truly wanted to get rid of Leah he’d have to try something,,, more effective than leaving her random places and trying to get his parents to hate her

So setting her hair on fire seemed like a good idea

I don’t think he grasped the idea that she could actually die, but like if her hair burned off she would be ugly and their parents wouldn’t like her anymore yk? Something like that

Where did a six year old get lighters?? I would like to fucking know 

This was also around the time he started to realise, that maybe murder and thrashing the house all the time was not a good idea

Diane probably had a talking to him, and was like “Now you’ve got a new brother, you can’t be trying to set his crib on fire or anything, you’re too old for that now”

That made him switch out his lighter for scissors and that was when is Chucky arc properly started

He cut a b i g chunk of Leah’s hair off while she slept, he cut up a lot of his dad’s clothes and tried to stab multiple of his teachers 

Like, one of his teachers would go on to have Leah and Nick later, and would always tell them the story of how much of a menace Judd was and show them their scissor scars

Judd was definitely very spoiled too, he used to act kinda like Nick when he was younger 

Little man’s thought he was king of the kindergarten fr 

Probably carried over into his first years at school too, like 1st to 5th grade Judd was not much different 

Omg,, he was a biter too

Like I can see Diane getting mad at him and hoisting him up by his shirt or something, to carry him to his room, but he would just try to bite her the whole time

The same with his teachers, you touch him, you get bitten

I can see him getting into a lot of fights with other boys at school too, either for making fun of him or his dad 

Elliot came to pick him up one day and was like singing a little goofy song or whatever, and the other kids wouldn’t stop making fun of him 

(Aw, that’s so cute, little Judd secretly defending his dad’s honour at school)

Bc he definitely wouldn’t tell his parents the real reason he got into a fight 

Also, if anyone was bullying Leah in the schoolyard, Judd would straight up just spawn

His spidey senses was tingling fr 

But he wouldn’t (And still won’t) hesitate to knock anyone who’s mean to his sister the fuck out 

I feel like he’d also secretly slip something delicious he got in his lunchbox into Leah’s

Like, if she had a bad day at school and Judd so happened to have a candy bar (probably stolen lets be honest) He would make it suddenly appear in Leah’s lunch box and act all oblivious about it

That’s another thing, Judd was straight up just born w/o a moral compass

Even as a kid, he didn’t really see stealing, violence, ect as wrong

Well it all depends who he’s stealing from or beating up or whatever 

But yk, Diane was (and is probably still) like that lol

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[mochie85]

I love all you write, your writing is always on point 💖

Please can you write a Loki x Reader where she is an asshole to everybody, especially him?

Reader joins the avengers but she doesn't get along with anyone. She is always in her room or training by herself. She usually goes out at night so she can do a little "justice" on her own (just so she can beat somebody). Loki tries to get close to her, but she is pure anger and frustration. 

When she was training he auto invited and he proposed that if he wins she will have a date with him, and she says if he wins he will leave her alone forever. She ends up kicking his ass.

One of those nights she gets out, things get messy and it is Loki who saves her. Instead of being thankful, she gets angry. 

She only joined the avengers so she can have revenge on somebody there.

On a mission with everybody, she betrayed them.

Not a happy ending, please 🙏

Sorry if it's too long, I got carried away 😅

Just Breathe - Chapter 2

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A/N: Thank you Nonny, for the kind words and the request. I hope you like this. I'm sorry it took a while. I added people to the taglist who didn't ask to be tagged. So if you'd like to be removed, no hard feelings. I won't take it personally. I'm sorry I overstepped. On the flip side, if you'd like to be added to my taglist, don't hesitate to reach out. As always, my ASKS are always open. Pairing: Loki x Female Villain(~ish) Reader Word Count: under 2.2k Warnings: Angst, history of trauma, some cursing, mild violence Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

The sweat dripped down from your neck onto your back. Your muscles protested as you lifted your arms once more and pulled your chin over the bar for another set of pull-ups.

The gym got unnaturally warmer as you controlled your breathing and held your breath. A fire, settling in the atmosphere, waiting to be unleashed.  

“I could help, you know. With your powers.” The deep voice said from behind you.

“I don’t need your help.” You grunted pulling yourself up one more time. “What I need is for you people to leave me alone.” You dismounted the bars and gathered your belongings.

“You can’t just stay isolated forever. It’s been months now. We’ve already taken down two HYDRA facilities with your help. When are you going to accept that you’re a part of this team? Whether you like it or not.”

“I am not a part of this team. I will never be a part of this team. I will never be a suck-up! Like you.” You threw your bag over your shoulder and headed for the exit.

As you reached for the bar of the door, a sharp ‘thwip’ of a blade landed where your hands were about to push.

“Come on, darling. One round.” Loki said trying to goad you. You took in a deep breath, the air around you circulating, then you exhaled.

“What will it take for you to leave me alone?”

“Tussle with me.” He said and you raised your lips in annoyance. You just knew that he had a different definition of ‘tussle.’

“Fine. If I win, you leave me the hell alone.” You barked as you dropped your duffel bag onto the floor.

“And If I win…” he said as his smirk grew nauseatingly wide, “…I get to take you out on a date. Do peanut butter and jelly sandwiches sound good?”

“Pathetic. For a prince, I thought you’d have something more luxurious in mind.”

“Ahh, so you have thought about me.” Loki’s grin couldn’t be wiped off. “So, what should we do on this date that you’ve already thought of?” He started circling you. A dagger formed in his hand and he twirled it in the air.

“Why don’t you just look inside my head? You’re good at trespassing into other people’s privacy.”

“As much as I want to see what goes on in that delectable mind of yours, I won’t do it unless you beg me to. And I do mean, beg.”

You picked up a rattan staff perched on the weapons rack on the wall. You twirled it behind you as you lunged down into a battle stance. “Come on then.” You said beckoning him.

He lunged and twirled towards you, unleashing hidden daggers in his wake. You used the staff and twirled it in front of you, blocking his onslaught attack. One of the sharp blades caught itself at the end of your stick.  You dislodged it and threw it in the air. With a swing of your staff, you propelled it like a baseball towards his head.

It went straight through his image, lodging itself into the wall behind him. In a matter of seconds, he duplicated himself and surrounded you with his clones.

Your breathing got heavier. Your body needed more oxygen. You were tired from having already worked out an hour prior. The heat in the room rose higher as more and more particles tried to alleviate the need for air in your body.

You swung your staff quickly in a circle, passing through each clone until it got close to the true Loki. He stopped the staff from hitting his head with his hand and that’s when you pulled him towards you.

You let go of the staff and cradled his head in your hands. The look on his face was priceless. Arrogance. Shock. Confusion. Acceptance. Then…smugness.

Your lips nudged his, telling him to open. As he did so, his hands trailed down the side of your torso, holding you delicately. He tilted his head giving you further access.

You pressed your lips into his and you began to suck the air out of his lungs. He realized too late what you were doing. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t speak. He couldn’t yell out for help as he fell to his knees.

He tried to claw your hands away from his face. but he was too weak and winded to do anything.

You continued to coax his breath out until his lips started to turn blue and his eyes turned red. You pushed him down onto the gym floor and finally let go of your hold on his lungs. “And stay down!” you growled, angrily.

Loki took a huge gasp of air and coughed. He’s alive. He’ll be fine, you thought as you gathered up your belongings and headed towards the exit.

Months. He was right. It had been months. You would never admit that you had a better chance of stopping the HYDRA facilities with the help of The Avengers. With their information on where certain SHIELD and SWORD facilities were, you were able to ascertain which ones had been compromised and which ones were ok to leave alone. For now.

But in all your dismantling and self-righteous justice, you still weren’t able to find him.

So you decided to do some searching of your own. You went out each night and stalked from the shadows. You didn’t trust anyone to go with you. If SHIELD was just a front for HYDRA activities, then what were The Avengers a front for?

Sure they were great against apocalyptic events, but real life is a lot more than big events thrown together. It’s the small ones that, if left unchecked, snowball into those big events. Maybe, just maybe, in all your dealings and vigilante justice, you could’ve stopped someone’s villain origin story from happening. Stopped them from becoming someone like you. Jaded and just angry.

In the end, you decided that you couldn’t trust these people. The ones that were formed by the same organization that imprisoned you for your powers. You would use them, then you would leave.

“Ahh, did he get to you again?” a deep voice rattled in the shadows behind you. You turned from the building ledge you were sitting on to find The Devil himself landing next to you. His horned helmet looked sharp and menacing under the city lights.

“How would you know?”

“Cuz I can hear it. Your heart does this weird rhythm every time you have an interaction with him.” Ugh, there is no way you have any sort of feelings for Loki.

“Ya. It’s called homicidal anger,” you retorted. Red just laughed. He didn’t have the heart to say that it sounded more like a romantic infatuation to him, an attachment. But, in this crazy world that you supers live in, one can be interchangeable with the other. So who was he to say what you were feeling?

“Have you stopped anything tonight?” He asked you.

“No. You?”

“Petty robberies and a thieving ring up by the docks.”

“Ugh. You always get the good ones. Why don’t they come around my neighborhood anymore?”

“You’re complaining that your neighborhood is…safe?” Red said with incredulity.

“I just needed something to do. I feel like I’m not getting anywhere in my search.” You said rolling your eyes, exasperated that your search for him has turned fruitless.

“Aah. I see.”

“Says the blind man.” He let out a puff of breath as a laugh. He then patted your shoulder with his knuckles.

“There.” He said pointing to the dark alleyway. An unmarked van just pulled up and two men walked out in dark clothing. “There’s a third person. In the van. A woman. She’s breathing, alive. Unconscious.”

“I got this.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. Just then Red’s head turned to the side as if he heard someone call out his name. “Hmm. I got to go.” He said with a grin. He turned back to you. “You got this. I’ll see you next time.”

“Laters, Red.” You said and watched him jump to the ledge of the next building. You took in a lungful of breath as you jumped the five-story building. You blew out through your mouth, slowly and down, helping you float to the sidewalk.

The two men looked at you suddenly. “Boys, whose in the back?” you asked.

“Would you like to join her?” asked one of them while the other moved behind you.

“No.” you took a deep breath and let it out quickly, blowing a windstorm, knocking out the first man. The man behind you grabbed you by putting his arms around you and caging you in. You struggled to get loose, but he was strong. You tried to hold your breath to start a fire, but the first man recovered and gave you a backhanded slap. It knocked the wind out of you and you struggled to breathe. Your assailant behind you squeezed harder.

The lack of oxygen in your body made the surrounding particles encircle you. You tried to breathe, your bout earlier with Loki made you tired and faint. Your body couldn’t get air fast enough.

Embers started at the man’s pant leg and traveled up his body. Another flame erupted on your captor’s arms. He soon let go of you as the flames grew higher. You fell to the ground, no oxygen, almost blacking out.

That was when you heard the soft purring of a motorcycle engine stop in front of you. You heard a scuffle. Some grunts and a painful yell as a fight broke out while flames surrounded your vision.

“Come on, darling.”

“No!” you screamed. Then blacked out.

A constant beep from a monitor made its way through your consciousness, forcing you to wake up. Your eyes squinted and watered at the bright light overhead. You held out your hands to cover your eyes and noticed an IV stuck on your hand. You slowly got up feeling the tubes of oxygen in your nose.

“Sorry about that. We had to make sure you got enough oxygen or you’d start a fire in the infirmary.” Stephen said to you.

“What am I doing here? What happened?” You moaned.

“Karma, if you ask me. You got the wind knocked out of you.” Loki said from behind you.  You let out a sigh of disappointment and tried to get yourself out of bed.

“Nope. You are staying here. Until I say so.” Stephen tried to push you back down. “You’re lucky I was in the tower when Loki came in with you. Otherwise, you’d have suffocated and died of smoke inhalation.” You unconsciously took a deep breath and let it out. Swirls of air drifted past your lips making a small hurricane on top of your hand.

“I’m fine.” You huffed showing your demonstration to the doctor.

“Just stay. If you’re truly fine, I’ll let you go in an hour. Perks of being an Avenger.” He said winking at you. Ugh, I am not an Avenger!

Dr. Strange left with your chart, leaving you and Loki behind, alone, in the medical room.

“So, do you often go out at night seeking thrills?”  he asked you seriously. Your eyes raked over him up and down, noting that he quickly recovered from your bout earlier. Although, perhaps, you heard a slight twinge of hoarseness in his voice.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business.”

“You are a part of this team! You should be glad that someone was there to help you. Those two criminals would’ve likely dragged you off with their other victim.”

“I could’ve taken them!”

“Sure. Would that have been before or after your horned friend in red abandoned you?” Loki snapped. You realized that he saw more than you thought. How long had he been following you? Red must’ve known. Is that why he left so quickly? Ooh, he’ll pay for leaving you with him.

“Jealous? Lucky Charms?”

“Not at all. But if that’s what you’re into, maybe I can wear my horned helmet next time we ‘tussle.’”

“As, if.” Just then, a huge commotion of nurses and agents ran through the window of your medical room.

“Ah, it seems that Sgt. Barnes and Sgt. Wilson are back from their four-month long mission.” Loki noted under his breath.

A man with short, cropped hair and piercing blue eyes stopped in front of the window to your room. He was being assessed by the medical staff and greatly annoyed being done so. You took one look at his metal left arm and gasped a lung full of air.

“NO!” you screamed. “No, no, no, no.” you continued saying as you hurried off your bed, pulling the IV from your hand and the tubes from your nose.

“Zee, what’s the matter?” Loki tried to reason with you. You tried to shake his hand away from you. You tried to push him away. There is no one that’ll stop you now. “Zee! Look at me.” He yelled.

You pushed him back. “NO!” you yelled out. You screamed at him to let you go. The commotion in your room attracted the attention of the people outside. For a brief moment, you locked eyes with the metal-armed man. You locked eyes with Sgt. Barnes. You locked eyes with him, your abuser.

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[ivarlover]

UNEXPECTED

Part 3

(Flashback #1, there will be one more flashback-SORRY!)

(sequel #3 to UNLEASHED and UNDENIABLE)

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Alex + Modern Ivar

Modern Ivar + Katia

Mentions of Female Reader + Hvitserk

If you're new here and want to catch up, just scroll down my page, and the first chapter to UNLEASHED is at the bottom, then UNDENIABLE, and now, UNEXPECTED...

This was supposed to be just a one-shot, but the story has come alive, and the need to write more can't be ignored. At this point, I have no idea how many chapters this will end up consiating of. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I've enjoyed writing it! 🔥

Summary: During a hot weekend with your classmate, Alex, and his best friend, Ivar, the two of them had their own fun together. And now, it had turned into an entire relationship between the two of them that neither of them had seen coming. Now, that reality had set in, they navigate the relationship and all that comes along with it, the good, the bad, and the unexpected. Now that they were just getting into the swing of things and finding their groove, Ivar's ex fiance comes back into the picture, and it seems she is sure to shake things up.

Warnings, The sequel in general: Totally NSFW, Unprotected anal sex (male receiving), oral, male to male contact and more, a bad case of the feels, and smut, with me, there is ALWAYS smut. 🤣 Each chapter will have its own warnings.

This chapter: This chapter is a flashback to better explain the current situation. I have a problem with writing too many details. 🙈 Therefore, there will be one more flashback chapter. NSFW 18+ ONLY Smut, of course, oral sex-female receiving, p in v, major case of the feels, and heartbreak

Please leave a comment and let me know what you think!

Words: I don't know; there are many, many words 🤣

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Flashback to, roughly, two years ago:

Things seemed to be going well for Ivar and Katia. Ivar had never loved anyone before, like he did her. She was accepted in his family and with his friends. She was simply perfect for him in his eyes. This was why he'd planned everything that he had.

"Are you ready, Katia?" Ivar asked, waiting on the sofa for her as long as he could stand.

She came bouncing through the living room and rounded the sofa, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm sorry, Ivar. You know it always takes me forever to get ready to leave the house with you. I mean, it takes work to dress up and look good enough to be seen with you. Not all of us can be just so effortlessly beautiful as you, ya know," she laughed. "It's seriously my part time job."

Ivar rolled his eyes, standing to his feet, "Whatever. Let's go."

Grabbing his hand and following behind him, she asked, "Where are we going anyway?"

"You'll see," was all Ivar said to her.

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After an hour drive away, they pulled into a parking lot. "Awww, Ivar! What a nice surprise! The restaurant where we had our first date! Really? You know, I've always wanted to come back here!" Katia leaned over to him and gave him a quick kiss.

"Yes," Ivar grinned, "That's why we're here, dear."

"Well, what's the special occasion?" She was so dumbfounded. She didn't even realize what day was coming.

"Katia, surely you remember what Monday is. It's our one year anniversary."

Katia practically jumped into Ivar's arms right there in the car, "Oh fuck! Yes, I remember! I just wasn't expecting to celebrate it already. This is awesome!" She kissed him again, this time slipping her tongue inside his mouth.

"Look, unless you want to give the driver a show and never make it inside the restaurant," he pulled away from her, "I suggest you keep that tongue to yourself," Ivar breathed heavily into her face.

His breath hitched at the thought. He could easily see Katia spread across his lap right there in the backseat, naked, breasts in his mouth and hand as she bounced up and down on his hard cock, him making her call out his name and her making him finish all too embarrassingly fast. "Ivar? Ivar, did you hear me?"

Ivar realized that Katia was talking to him. "Oh, I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"I just asked if you're ready to go inside now, but you were totally somewhere else," she answered.

He leaned to her ear and whispered seductively, "I'm sorry. I just saw what I'm going to be doing later tonight."

"And what, exactly, is that?" she teased, biting her bottom lip. She knew her man.

He licked his lips, "You."

"Some things never change," she smiled, playfully hitting him on the shoulder. "Do you ever think about anything else besides sex?" she laughed.

Getting out of the car, he answered her, "Yes, of course I do. I think about you," He walked around and opened her door for her, "But then, that makes me think about sex, so umm, no?" He smiled his devilish smile, "One track mind, you know."

He helped her out of the car and grabbed her hand, leading the way to the restaurant. "Table for two. Lothbrok," he told the hostess.

"Yes, right this way, Mr. Lothbrok," the hostess blushed, and Katia knew it was because of Ivar's good looks. He wore a light grey suit, pants fitting him just tight enough in all the right places, a grey blazer to match, a white dress shirt that was unbuttoned some in the front to show off his gorgeous chest and part of his tattoos, and his hair was down, resting on his shoulders and the top of his back. She was admiring him herself; she definitely loved when he wore his hair down, so she wasn't surprised that someone else had noticed as well.

The hostess sat them. "Your waiter will be with you shortly, sweetheart," she winked at Ivar and Ivar, not even acknowledging her, turned to look at Katia, causing the hostess to stomp away.

"Ivar, didn't you notice that girl flirting with you relentlessly?" Katia was sincerely curious.

"Of course, I did, but you know, I only have eyes for you," he kissed her hand, and she smiled from ear to ear. She loved how sweet he could be.

The evening continued pretty sweetly for the two of them. They talked about how different this evening was compared to their first date in the same place. Katia mentioned how nervous Ivar had been the first time around and how cute she'd thought it was.

"Well, I am just as nervous tonight, too. I've just learned how to hide it better," Ivar laughed.

"Wait. What? Why are you nervous now? It's just me, Ivar." She placed her hand on top of his.

"Well, umm," he was even more nervous now. Why had he even mentioned it? "You know, I just want everything to be perfect tonight and to, umm, to make you happy. That's all," he lied.

"Ivar Lothbrok, I am always happy with you. Don't be nervous." She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

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As they left the restaurant, Katia headed toward the parking lot, and Ivar stopped her. "Hey, we're going this way."

"Umm, isn't that the car just over there?" she pointed.

"Yes, but the driver knows to just wait there for us. I want to show you something first," Ivar told her, taking her hand and leading her in the other direction. It was just now dusk so he knew they'd just made it out of the restaurant in time for there still to be enough light.

"Where are we going?" her curiosity was already getting the best of her.

"You'll see. It's not far from here. I found it accidentally when I was looking up the restaurant's number for our reservations," Ivar smiled to himself at her confused look.

They reached just far enough that the sound from the cars coming and going in front of the restaurant and the people talking and laughing who were sitting on the outside terrace was just a distant noise. Ivar stopped and turned to Katia. "Here we are. Walk with me."

Her eyes grew wide with wonder as they walked down a path that was covered in blooming flowers, sweet smells, and butterflies hovering above, almost as if they were waiting to greet them. The futher back they walked, the darker it became, the more sounds she could hear off in the distance, and her heart began to beat harder. Looking at Ivar questionly, she asked, "Ivar, wh, what is this place?"

He answered, "A little hidden piece of Paradise that apparently, not many know exists. We can call it ours."

Looking of bewilderment and stopping in her tracks, she asked, "Ours? Like, really ours, Ivar? Is that what you mean?"

He smiled widely, "Well, yes. I mean, if you want it, that is, of course."

"Oh my God, Ivar!" she squealed, jumping up in his arms, hugging him tightly and kissing him quickly. "IF I want it? Are you serious?"

"Katia, we aren't even there yet. We need to keep walking a little more," he grinned, holding her tightly in his arms.

As he sat her back down, she said, "Well, it's just that this is just so beautiful already. Wow! There's more?" She walked a little ahead of him, excited to see where they were headed. His heart was overflowing with happiness and love for her. If he'd had any doubts or second guesses, she now confirmed for him that this was the right thing for the two of them. He followed closely behind her.

Finally, the small path came to a huge opening. There was a small stream right in front of her that flowed down toward the right. As she followed it to the left with her wide eyes, she gasped as she saw the beautiful waterfall from the side of the mountain. Looking at Ivar in shock, both of her hands came to her mouth, "Oh my God!" Tears filled her eyes.

"There's more. Look, Katia," Ivar pointed behind her. She spun around to see a small cottage just on the other side of the stream. It was white with two wooden porch swings in the front, on either side of the door. Soft lights shinned in the windows, through the curtains.

She then noticed a small bridge over the stream, covered in vines and bright pink and white flowers. On the other side, just steps from the bridge and at the edge of the rushing water was a large blanket laid out on the ground with a small plastic lit candle sitting in the middle.

She then saw that every few steps around the stream, there were hanging lanterns with soft lights glowing from them.

Completely stunned at the unnatural beauty of this place, she turned back around to Ivar. "Oh my God, Ivar! This is, this is just absolutely....," then her words completely failed her as she saw him.

Kneeled down on one knee, looking up at Katia with his eyes full of yet to fall tears, was Ivar with a small gift box in his hands.

Both of her hands covered her mouth again as she mumbled out, "Oh my God! No! No, you're not?"

Continuing to look deeply into her eyes, he took a deep breath, "Yes, I am. Katia, I have loved you since day one. You know I've never loved another like I love you. I've never been this happy with anyone before," his voice cracked, and a single tear rolled down his face. "You are my world, and I hope you'll give me the opportunity to be my forever. I want to spend every second of the rest of my life with you. I promise you, I will spend the rest of my days doing nothing but making you happy. Katia, will you marry me?"

He opened the box, reveling the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. There was a big diamond in the middle of a white gold band, surrounded by sparkling sapphires, her favorite stone. She was in complete dismay. She tried to speak as Ivar got to his feet, but between her tears and shock, just incoherent sounds escaped her mouth.

Ivar scooped her up, arms wrapping tightly around her waist, and squeezed, looking directly into her eyes as he waited for her response. Finally, she belted out, "Yes! OH MY GOD! YES! Of course, yes, absolutely yes! I love you so much! Yes, yes, yes."

With her still in his arms, Ivar spun around in a huge circle, kissing her anywhere and everywhere. "Happy anniversary, Katia! I love you!"

They both wiped tears as he sat her back down, and they walked over the bridge to the other side of the stream. He took her to the cottage first for her to look around inside. It was a cute, little place, fully furnished, one bedroom, and a small bathroom. It was nicely decorated, definitely to Ivar's taste, and Katia wondered how long Ivar had had this place because it was obvious he'd spent some time making the cottage look the way it did now. He followed behind her with a huge smile. She turned to him, "Ivar, this really belongs to us?"

"Yes. I wanted to buy it in cash, but Mother wouldn't have it. She said just because father left me money didn't mean I should spend it all every chance I got. So I had to do it the traditional way and take out a loan with the bank."

"Ivar, I agree with your mom. This would cost a fortune to pay in cash!"

"Well, you say that now, but the type of loan I had to get wouldn't let me put your name on the cottage until we're married. So as soon as we are, that will be the first thing we go do, Mrs. Lothbrok." He grinned, "I love the sound of that!"

Katia looked at him with a half smile. "Wait, what's wrong?" Ivar asked her, recognizing her look.

Trying not to frown, she said, "Well, it's just that, I don't know, I was excited to finally own something. You know? Have something in my name besides a bill." She dropped her head.

Ivar grabbed her, "Oh, sweetheart, you do own this with me. You already know that anything that's mine is also yours. It's just a technicality that will be corrected soon. Well, umm," he blushed, "I say soon, but umm, when do you want to set the date for?"

Katia tried to look pleased as she wrapped her arms around him, "Oh, Ivar, I'd marry you right now if there was someone here to do it. I'll leave that up to you. Whenever you think is good, is also good for me."

He smiled, "As much as I'd like to say right now, too, I think we can get everything planned and the proper reservations made in 6 months, don't you?" He still couldn't believe this was happening. His dreams were seriously coming true.

"Yes, Ivar! That's perfect." As he showed her around the rest of the small place, she was surprised to see groceries in the kitchen even. "Wow! You really thought of everything. How'd you do all this, Ivar?"

"Well, I may have had a little help," he smiled. "The driver, Mike, came while we were at the restaurant and put the groceries inside for me once they were delivered and lit all the lanterns when I texted him that I was paying the check."

She was really surprised and hugged him tighter. "Thank you, Ivar. No one has ever done anything like this for me before."

"Well, umm, there's more. Follow me."

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Her eyes widened as he took her hand and led the way back outside to the blanket beside the stream. It was darker now, and the lanterns lit the way perfectly. When they reached the blanket, Katia looked down and saw that rose petals were spread all over it, with the small candle in the middle. Covering her mouth, she gasped, "It's beautiful, Ivar."

He motioned for her to sit, "After you." He sat down beside her and laid back on his right elbow, facing her. She did the same, facing him, not sure what he was up to now. He fumbled to his left side and found what looked like a TV remote control. He pressed a button on it, and in front of them, through the water of the waterfall, she saw a huge board light up in bright purple lights. Purple was her favorite color. As her eyes adjusted, she saw that the lights on the board formed the words, "I love you, Katia."

Her hands covered her shocked face, "It-It's purple," she stumbled, "It says," she managed between tears, "It says my, my name. What? Wait. How did? Oh my God! Ivar?" She was completely at a loss for words. It was beautiful.

Somehow, on the cliff, the waterfall gushed over, Ivar had found a way to make a huge, almost road sign like board that lit up with the touch of his remote control. The way it sparkled behind the waterfall was beautiful. "Oh, Ivar. It's, it's just so pretty. It's breathtaking!"

"Just like you," he smiled, "Your beauty is breathtaking."

She leaned in closer and kissed him. He dropped the control to the ground somewhere behind him, and his left hand found her hip and squeezed. The kiss was slow at first, but quickly gained more passion and became more heated.

Ivar hungrily pulled her to him tighter as his tongue entered her mouth and played a game of chase with hers. His temperature was rising quickly as she pulled away. "Ivar, what about Mike? Isn't he waiting on us?"

"No. He knew to only wait until we made it here and that I'd call him if we needed anything. He's headed back home and will return for us on Tuesday."

Her mouth dropped. "Really? We're staying that long? What about the bar?" she asked excitedly.

"It's already taken care of. Alex has my number if I'm needed, and he knows he can call Hvitserk while he's in town if he needs an extra set of hands. Everything will be fine without me for one weekend," he assured her, pulling her even closer and into another kiss.

He wiggled out of his jacket while sloppily kissing her, refusing to break their attachment at the lips. He leaned over her and turned her to her back, her head landing in his right hand. She pulled his shirt until it was untucked and slowly unbuttoned the bottom few buttons. Rubbing her hands up his toned chest and to his shoulders, she pushed his shirt behind him, and he slipped his arms out. She began kissing down his jaw and then to his neck as his head fell forward. She softly bit him, and he struggled not to break his form above her and fall, crushing her.

His left hand traveled over her still clothed body down to her bare leg. Pushing her skirt up, his fingers slowly trailed up her thigh, sending chills all over her body. He began to unbutton her blouse, exposing her voluptuous breasts behind the laced bra. He bent down and bit one of them, causing her to cry out his name. "That's it. Scream my name. Tell me what you want."

"You. I want you, Ivar," she answered, licking then biting her lip. She knew just what he liked.

Her bra fastened in the front, luckily for him, and he snapped it lose, both breasts bouncing before him, and he remembered his vision in the car from earlier and grinned in delight. As he raised her so she could shimmy out of her bra and her shirt, his lips caught her collarbone, lightly sucking as he laid her back.

His mouth trailed down to the middle of her breasts, where he shook his head back and forth between them, causing her to laugh. He smiled up at her and quickly sucked her nipple into his mouth as his hand found her other one and squeezed it. The sensation caused her to whine, only encouraging him to continue. He licked and sucked her nipple and breast along with tiny wet kisses as he traveled to the other one and brought his other hand to the one he'd just left.

Massaging her breast, he teased the other one with his tongue, licking around the nipple and looking up at her. She whimpered, and he sucked it into his mouth, gently biting it. She arched her back, and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

His kisses traveled lower as one hand remained, still massaging her breast. With each wet kiss he placed across her stomach, she moaned, and he smiled.

As he reached her waist, her skirt piled at her hips, leaning away from her and back onto his knees in front of her. Staring her in her eyes intently, he slowly pulled her lace panties down as she raised her hips to help him. One by one, he drug his fingertips lightly over her legs, then pulled them up, knocking her heels off, and slipped her panties off of her.

With a smirk across his face, he then leaned down and began kissing up her ankle. He was sure to let his wet lips drag across her skin on the inside of her leg with each needy kiss he made, traveling upward. He got to her inner thigh and agonizingly slow, kissed it softly, licking up further, still. The anticipation was driving her wild, and he loved every second of it.

When he finally reached the spot she'd been waiting on, he hovered over her, breathing his hot breath on her, and looked up at her. His breath hitting her sensitive area, he whispered into her, "Damn! You're already so wet for me."

She whimpered, "Umm, humm."

He flattened his tongue and with one agonizingly slow movement, he licked up the middle of her folds and over her clit, causing her to jerk. "Oh, you like that, humm?" He breathed heavily into her again.

Licking up her sweet juices, he then did it again, only this time, stopping on her clit. Flickering his tongue over it like a pro, his lips enclosed it. He sucked her in a kissing motion with his plump lips while his tongue continued to lick around her clit.

Laying both of her hands to her sides, she fisted them into the blanket, both hands turning white. He brought two fingers up to her tight entrance and shoved them inside without warning, causing her to moan out his name again as her back arched and her body turned a little to its side, as if involuntarily.

Ivar pumped his fingers in and out of Katia while his tongue continued to swirl around her clit, causing her to writh beneath him in pleasure. He pressed in just the right spot and she couldn't handle it any longer. She yelled out, as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, "Oh, fuck! Ivar! I'm going to come!"

As her entire body stiffened, she came undone, moaning and groaning as he continued pumping and licking her relentlessly. He removed his fingers and replaced them with his mouth, lapping up her juices hungrily.

Pulling away from her, he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. He stared down at her, still panting, and spoke seductively, "I know you've got more for me. Can I get another one from you?"

He began to unbutton and remove his pants as she rode out her high. As his unbelievably hard cock sprung free from his pants, he asked, "Are you ready?" She knodded and licked her lips as she watched him spit in his hand and grab his cock, wetting himself for her.

He leaned over her, positioning himself at her opening. He looked her straight in her eyes as he thrusted into her, watching her face contort. "You ok?"

"Oh God! Yes!" she groaned out between gritted teeth.

He leaned down and licked her lips as he began thrusting into her. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him back to her, into a kiss, tasting herself on his tongue, making her moan again into his mouth.

As he found his rhythm, he kissed down her cheek and bit her softly in the bend of her neck, causing himself to jolt forward even harder. He nuzzled his head in her neck and hair, breathing her in.

His left hand trailed up her side, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and found it's way to her breast. As he began to massage it, she mumbled, "Ivar!"

"That's it. Say my name."

"Ivar, no, umm, it's just, umm, I want to be on top."

All of his movements slowed as he moved his head back above her and looked down at her in shock. She usually didn't like that position. He instantly remembered again how he'd imagined her when they were in the car, "What? Seriously? Fuck yes!"

"Move before I change my mind," she pushed him off of her, and he sat up. He slid backward until his back was against the railing to the bridge. She got up on all fours and slowly crawled to him, licking her lips.

"Aww fuck!" Ivar growled out.

Katia slowly crawled over his legs, up his body, straddled him, and positioned herself above his ready, throbing dick. His breath caught in his throat as she got closer and breathed heavily in his face. "Is this what you want? You want me to ride you while my tits are in your face? Want me to make you come, Ivar?"

"Yes! Oh, hell, yes!"

She slowly sunk down on him, taking all of him in, feeling him fill her. They sat still for a moment, giving her time to adjust to his size. Ivar grabbed her by the side of her neck and pulled her down to him. He licked up her neck to her ear and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. As he bit down on it, she whimpered and began to rock her body.

She began bouncing up and down on his impossible hard cock, causing her breasts to bounce in Ivar's face, just like he'd been craving practically all evening. Salivating, he lightly drug his hands up her sides, fingertips barely touching her, causing her to grind into him. Once this hands reached her perfectly round breasts, they began massaging them again as one hand squeezed her nipple.

Katia grabbed Ivar's shoulders to steady herself as she rotated her hips in small circles with the next plunge down on him. He dropped his head backward with an animalistic roar and thrusted up into her.

He then leaned into her chest, kissing all around her chest and breasts, and finally sucked one into his mouth while his hand kneaded the other.

She placed both of her hands on each side of his face and neck and pulled his face up so she could kiss him. As she twirled her tongue around his, his hands began to roam her body, grabbing and squeezing at every bit he could, wanting all of her for himself. He gripped her hips with each hand and, holding on tightly, possessively pulled her even more into himself as he thrusted up into her even harder.

Her legs began to tremble, and her moans grew louder as their movements intensified. Ivar knew she was close.

Wrapping his arms tightly around her, he quickly rolled to his left side and flipped her over to her back without even pulling out of her. Her eyes widened, not expecting the quick change.

He gently caressed her face, and she closed her eyes with his soft touch, placing her hand over his. Their bodies began moving in a rhythmic dance of passion, skin on skin slapping, hearts pounding, and sweat dripping. He backed out of her and then quickly slammed back into her, intertwining his hands in hers.

She let out a string of unrecognizable sounds and pulled her hands out of his, landing them on his back. She dug her nails into it and scratched him all the way down, causing him to plunge even deeper into her. Her walls clinched around him tightly and he began pounding her up the blanket. He grabbed her hips and yanked her back closer to him, aiming to be one with her.

He reached below, his fingers finding her clit, and began to stroke them over it quickly as his movements became more and more irratic. Katia's toes curled and her back arched and she let out such a loud growl that it echoed into the woods. He continued sloppily pounding into her as he looked down into her eyes. His head was spinning with desire.

Panting, she let out a moan and suddenly gushed all over him like a tsunami crashing into the shore. The wet warmth was too much for him, and with one last thrust, he shot his load into her as well. His entire body trembled and shaked as he collapsed onto her with a grunt. He raised his head and gave her a needy, sloppy kiss, and his head fell beside her.

They laid like that, sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, as they came down from their high. Ivar laid his head across her chest and hugged her close to him, closing his eyes in content. Breaking the silence, Katia asked him, "Umm, Ivar, when is it that your mother gives you full control over all of the money your dad left you?"

Looking up at her in confusion, he said, "What? Why? That's an odd question."

"Oh. Well, I just ask because I was just wondering how much control she'd have over us once we're married. You know, I don't care about the money, Ivar. I was just curious how involved she'd be in our marriage." She coughed and rubbed his head lovenly.

He laid his head back on her chest as he answered her. "Oh, don't worry. It isn't like that with mom. She won't mettle, but umm, to answer your question, in just a little under 2 years from now, on my 26th birthday." He snuggled into her again as she continued rubbing his head, sighing softly.

Ivar pointed up at the stars and named one of the constellations and told Katia a little information about it. Pride swelled in her chest as she told him, "Wow, Ivar, that's one thing I really love about you. You're so smart." She kissed him on top of his head.

Before they knew it, they both drifted off to sleep in the night air.

Sometime during the night, Katia shivered even though she and Ivar were still snuggled together, causing Ivar to stir awake. Feeling the chill as well, he decided to get up and take her inside. He stood and scooped her up into his arms, their clothes still spread out across the ground and blanket, and carried her inside. Barely awake, she snuggled into Ivar's shoulders and wrapped her arms around him.

"What happened?" she mumbled as Ivar laid her on the bed.

"Nothing, I just didn't think. It's cooler at night here in the mountains. We're inside now. Let's go back to sleep." They were both asleep again within the minute.

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The sweet smell of breakfast cooking traveled through the air and into the bedroom, slowly dragging Ivar out of his slumber. He got up, wiping his eyes, and stumbled into the kitchen. There, he found Katia in one of his white button up, dress shirts, dancing around to soft music, shaking her ass, as she cooked an amazing smelling breakfast. Smiling, he leaned against the door frame and watched her for a few minutes.

As he watched her shaking her ass around the kitchen, he could no longer ignore his arousal. He stepped around the kitchen island and walked up behind her, pressing his body against hers. She jumped as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Leaning around to her side, he placed a warm, wet kiss on her neck, causing her to jerk. "Good morning. What's all this?"

"Breakfast," she smiled. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Starving," he grinned into the bend of her neck, "But umm, I think I want my dessert first."

Batting him away, she began, "Oh Ivar, you can never get enough, can you? I'm in the middle of cooking here."

"Well, it's your fault, shaking your ass all around like that. And my shirt on you. Holy shit! It's hot as fuck, Katia!"

"Well, as great as it is that you packed my clothes for me for the weekend, you forgot my pajamas, so this was my only choice," she laughed as he tickled up her sides.

"Sorry, but I didn't figure you'd be needing any." He kissed her neck again, sending chills up her spine.

"C'mon, Ivar, let me finish breakfast," she reached back and popped him on the head.

Realizing her shirt only had three buttons fastened, Ivar pulled the shirt open and placed his hand just under it. He slowly trailed his fingers down her chest, between her breasts and to her stomach as he began kissing down her neck. With his other hand, he slipped the shirt just off of her shoulder and continued with light kisses across it, causing her to drop the spoon into the pan. "Ivar."

"Umm-hum?" He grabbed both sides of the shirt and yanked it open, popping the three fastened buttons completely off, and pulled it back over her shoulders and dropped it to the floor. Katia gasped.

As Katia began to shiver, Ivar's left hand began massaging her left breast as his other hand rubbed gently around her navel, and he then tucked his fingers under her panties. He stepped closer, and she felt his naked erection pressing into her ass. Her words were lost in moans as he continued with his soft kisses all over her neck and shoulder.

She shut her eyes as her head rolled back onto Ivar's left shoulder, openly exposing more of her neck to him. He sucked and kissed her neck and shoulder as goosebumps appeared on her skin.

With both hands, he pulled her panties just over her round ass, giving it a hard slap, and dropped them to the floor with the shirt where she kicked them both back out of the way. Her breathing picked up and she moaned again with the slap.

His finger tips lightly grazed over her clit and her legs began to tremble. She turned her head and kissed him on his cheek as she raised her right arm up and around to the back of his neck where she held onto him tightly. He sloppily kissed her as his fingers began to plunge in and out of her while his thumb flickered around her clit.

"Ivar," she whispered softly into his ear, "Take me, Ivar. Now. Take me."

With that, he quickly spun her around to the kitchen counter behind them and bent her over it, her breasts landing on the cold counter, spreading her legs apart. "Ivar, the food!" Katia pointed, remembering what the actual reason had been that she was in the kitchen.

He looked back at the stove, "It'll be ok."

He laid his hands over hers and spread her arms out on the counter, intertwining his fingers with hers. The heat from Ivar's body on her back and the cold from the counter on her chest caused her to whine out his name.

Grabbing himself, he placed his hard, throbing cock at her opening. "You want this? Humm? Is this what you want?"

Groaning and biting her bottom lip as she stuck her ass out closer to him, she whimpered, "Umm humm."

And with that, he thrusted up into her, causing her entire body to bounce forward against the cold counter. He didn't stop to wait for her to adjust before he pulled back and slammed himself into her again.

He saw the bowls with fruit and whipped cream that she'd sat out on the counter for the pancakes she was cooking and swiped his finger through the whipped cream. He brought it to her mouth and told her, "Suck it clean!" She stuck her tongue out and between her moans, licked around his finger before sucking it into her mouth and doing as she was told.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he slammed into her again, even harder this time. His breathing was ragged as he continued stroking her from behind. He grabbed a strawberry and dipped it into the whipped cream. He slowly trailed it across the back of her shoulder blades and down her back, leaving a clear path for his mouth to follow, causing her to whine. He leaned over her and put the strawberry in her mouth as he slowly licked and sucked the whipped cream off of her back, causing her to maon and twitch beneath him.

"Harder, Ivar! Faster! I'm close!" Her words drove him on. He placed his arm under her and grabbed her gently across her throat and lightly squeezed as he bit his bottom lip, looking down at her.

He spit in his other hand and quickly moved it around her body and found her clit with his fingers. As his nimble fingers began to work their magic, her body tensed and she cried out his name. He pounded away, enjoying how her body slid up and down the counter.

Her walls clinched around him tightly which made him fuck up into her even harder, legs trembling out of control. She moaned out, "Ivar!" and as he thrusted up into her again, her juices flowed all over him and down her legs to the floor. It was as if the warmth from her fluids spread throughout his body to his core and his movements became sloppy as he continued his assault on her. Grasping ahold of her shoulers, he stiffened, his thrusts faltered, and he finally released everything he had with one final stroke into her.

He fell over her, nearly crushing her into the counter, and bit her shoulder as his head fell on her. She moaned and tried catching her breath. They stayed like that for a few moments until the kitchen fire alarm went off.

Surprised, they both jumped up and Katia groaned at the emptiness as Ivar pulled out of her. He ran to get the fire extinguisher as she called out to him, "Ivar, we don't need it. It's just smoke. A lot of damn smoke," she laughed.

They both laughed upon noticing just how badly the pancake was burned. "And you said it would be ok. Good thing we were close by," she pointed at him and smiled, waving a plate at the smoke filling the air.

"I'll be back. I'm going to find my boxers," Ivar softly kissed her on her shoulder, turned, and then looked over his shoulder at her, "And I guess I'll open some windows," he grinned.

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When Ivar returned to the kitchen, he found his plate already made for him and Katia sitting on the opposite side of it with his shirt back on but unbuttoned. Sitting down on the barstool, he asked, "So, are you seriously trying to make this breakfast go completely to waste?"

"What do you mean? You haven't even tasted it yet."

"I mean you're seriously sitting in front of me all sexy as fuck again with my shirt back on but completely open? Do you really believe I can think of eating after seeing that?" She coughed as she looked up at him and smiled. "Well, I mean, pancakes anyway. You know I could totally 'eat' my dessert first," he winked at her.

Katia showed him he'd popped the buttons off, "Look! It's not my fault. It's yours," she complained back to him as she showed the shirt to him.

"Well, damn. I liked that shirt. Guess it's your special shirt now," he laughed.

As he looked down at his plate, he noticed there was a small box just under the napkin. "What's this?"

"Happy anniversary, Ivar."

"You didn't have to give me anything," he was genuinely surprised.

"Just open it."

He untied the cute bow on top of the box, looking back up at her. "Go on," Katia encouraged. He opened the lid and saw a gold chain inside. When he pulled it out, there was a small, round pendant hanging from it with a swirled line on the front of it. As he examined it, he noticed it was a Lockett. When he opened it, inside was a small picture of he and Katia from months before, one he'd once mentioned being his favorite.

He looked at Katia in shock. "Does that mean you like it?"

"I love it. And this picture, oh my God, yes, I love it. Thank you. Can you help me put it on?"

She slipped off of her stool and went to him. He held his hair up and out of the way as she clasped the necklace around his neck. Leaning around him and grabbing the pendant, she said, "This swirl here on the front means eternity. It's a never-ending circle, like our love, Ivar."

He pulled her on around him and into his lap. He kissed her madly. Pulling away, he said, "Thank you so much. It means the world to me. I'll never take it off, just like I'll never stop loving you."

She jumped out of his lap before he had the chance to protest. "Now, eat your breakfast before it gets cold."

They spent the rest of the weekend was just like that with sex and food and spending time together. Ivar couldn't be happier and was extremely thrilled he'd finally popped the question to her and even more ecstatic that she'd said yes.

Katia was really happy as well. She couldn't believe Ivar had actually chosen her. Although, she'd be lying to herself if she didn't think about her soon to be, overbearing mother-in-law. She wasn't sure how she'd handle knowing Aslaug was in control or their money and, therefore, of their lives. She knew the small amount of time until Ivar gained his financial freedom would pass quickly, but she also knew it was going to linger in the back of her mind. Maybe her love for Ivar would be enough to stop all this worrying.

@istorkyou @vero-maris-zamo @chapada010101010 @lostasalice-thisway @ivarhoegh @lonewolf471 @covidinducedsocialreject @tessakate

[papirouge]

Can you talk about any theories you have about cern? I don’t know really anything about it other it’s something about particle physics? Thank you

oops, someone has been lurking on my #conspiracy tags xD

Yeah officially the CERN does "[provide] a unique range of particle accelerator facilities to researchers, to advance the boundaries of human knowledge." but many Christians analyst/truthers gathered evidence pointing towards the fact they're actually trying to open portals to communicate with demons/open the gate of hell

I've seen/read plentiful of documentaries/articles about it so it would be hard for me to articulate everything I learned about CERN but luckily, Nephtali recently uploaded a video where he's tackling the CERN and it's a good entry point if you're willing to know more about it

There's also a video floating around of a human sacrifice happening inside the CERN buildings

The original video got quickly nuked and I could only find this one with an awful german voice over but I can vividly remember that in the original video the camera man (supposedly being a CERN researcher himself) is stuttering words in disbelief only to literally freak out and stop filming as soon as the woman gets stabbed. It's rumored he got found dead too....

And honestly, even if all of this was a "joke", it still wouldn't explain why mimicking ab whole human sacrifice stunt inside a SCIENCE department building. And what does a frickin Shiva statue have anything to do inside a so called "scientific" building. Shiva is a god of destruction btw, and that's what the CERN is achieving to do manipulating particles/matters and literally materializing demons into the human realm.

It's interesting to note strange portal-looking cloud have been forming right above the CERN

"gates", multiverse and how to travel accross them has always been a huge thing in sci-fi. The Stargate show comes to mind of course, but also the new era of Marvel that has been all about it

All of this is 100% satanic of course (Christian Marvel fans legitimately confuse me to no end). God established a separation between humans and the spiritual world (in another dimension) for a purpose, but satan is trying to manipulate humanity (notably by giving them "forbidden knowledge") into breaking these barriers to unleash demons onto the earth (which will ultimately happen i.e the book of Revelation)

[wingsofescape]

20 questions for writers

I was kindly tagged by @alighted-willow for this (thank you friend, you know how much I love these!)

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2 for now, but I have ideas for many more I keep shelved in order not to get distracted from my main project.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

88,706 (but 82k are from one fic)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far FMA 2003, but I did attempt a Yugioh fic a decade ago that luckily never saw the light of day. I started watching Detective Conan so maybe there will be a fic from that one day, depending on what my brain will decide to rot on.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

I only have two fics published, soooo

in the cracks of light - 87 kudos

there'll be happiness after you - 32 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! I love discussing observations and mutually scream with my readers. Also I really appreciate when someone takes the time to comment so the least I can do is return the favour. Equivalent exchange, if you will.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

It's complicated? there'll be happiness after you seemingly ends well, but since it's a prequel and shit unfolds in in the cracks of light... it's a fake happy ending and a prelude to loads of angst *kicks reveal chapter under the rug*

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I haven't finished it yet, but itcol will be getting a happy ending! I know it seems unbelievable now, but I promise it's a fix-it and it will end happily.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't gotten hate per se, but I've had some... disagreements over the genre and some "I expected [character] to react [a certain way] because that would rush the story along" where I'm like "it's called a narrative choice that I have fully analysed and can justify, what's your problem", but other than that...

Although there is a certain very divisive topic I'm handling in my fic which could lead to hate, but I've explicitly stated I would be very liberal with the block button if someone left hate, so I guess the haters know how to stay silent.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I'm actually sitting on a sex scene that was written two years ago and I can't wait to unleash it when the time comes (get it? Okay I'll see myself out).

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope, but I would be tempted to maybe do a HTTYD/FMA crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I sure hope not!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but if anyone would like to translate a fic of mine, feel free! I'm a translator and editor by profession so if you would like a fic translated to either French or Danish let me know and I will do my best.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! Me and two friends did have an idea two years ago but we never developed it to fruition.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Do I even need to say it... CoS Edwin all the way.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

As long as I finish itcol, I'm happy. It's more about wips I want to write but haven't started yet.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've gotten the most positive feedback on characterisation and relationship building, as well as metaphors. I also think that for a first time mystery writer I didn't do too badly with plot twists and red herrings and kept people guessing till the end.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I overthink a lot and will get stuck until something is perfect. I overwrite a lot and I think my sentences can get clunky, and I really struggle with describing internal sensations and will overuse body language related to the eyes. Working on it, but urgh.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I speak four so it wouldn't be a problem, but I also know it can take a reader out of their experience, so I try to stick to just a few words.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Unpublished, Yugioh. Published, FMA 2003.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

It has to be in the cracks of light. That fic is my baby, it rekindled my love for writing and gave me the best community I could ever ask for. I'm really proud of myself for still being on this story even after two years of working on it and I love its plot and of course giving Ed and Winry the happy ending they deserve (and I like to stick it to the CoS director).

Tagging with no pressure @asthmaticbee @woahpip @darkpersonapeace @maples-pages @wickedcriminal and anyone I forget who would like to do this!

[thescrumptiousstuffs]

Midnight Museum, episode 6 - The Mannequin (aka where we see just how insanely powerful a crystal anklet can be!)

Well, the episode open up with the tale of Adam and Eve (or Adam and Hawa in Islamic tale) and how they got punished by God for eating the forbidden apple, resulting in not only the expulsion from heaven but also their separation (this diverts slightly from the real verse in Bible/Quran).

This tale was narrated by Ton, who is the next door neighbour to Dome. He has a lame right leg, prays to God and leads a lonely life, always pining for a woman companion. We later learn that he is also cursed object from Zone 16 (a mannequin) brought to live by Dome’s power and escaped during the robbery in the first episode. Due to his loneliness, he started collecting parts of mannequin to build a companion (in a shape of a woman), and by coincidence (or not, as I think Dome touched the arm that was later used as part of the mannequin to build Anne) - Anne was brought to live, albeit with imperfection (also having a lame right leg)

And while the above is playing out, Dome met Anthika (i.e The High Priestess) with the meeting engineered by the latter. However, it appears there is something more to Dome than just his amnesia and connection to the artefacts. He appears to have the power to command people, including Anthika, which impresses her (also interesting to see she cannot touch Dome - that is one mighty crystal anklet! Worth the 3 billion dollar tag price 🫣)…and there might be a new player on board (someone who appears to be higher than Anthika…is that Tay Tawan underneath the hooded robe??)

We also see Dome and Khatha pining and missing each other while June and Triphop (esp. June) are getting exasperated by Khatha’s stubbornness. June being fed up, took Dome out for a friendship date at the amusement park, but unfortunately their date ended up with a sour note - June feeling watched and Dome getting spooked by his reflection on a mirror (I will too if my own reflection started to say hi!)

It ended with Dome getting kidnap by Ton and Anne as the latter wants the perfect leg (they have already killed another woman previously to get Anne a replacement leg but that leg was deemed not a great fit). Anne clearly knows more than Ton when she decided to choose Dome (who being shorter than her means that his leg is no way a fit for her. But as Anne informed Ton they needed Dome’s leg (or really to get the anklet off), as it was his powers that brought them to live and they want to unleash said power. Khatha arrived in time, tussling with Ton who was about to chop Dome’s leg. Anne took the opportunity to do her own chopping while the 2 were fighting. However, the anklet is definitely proving its worth, and the backlash turned Anne back into a mannequin and Dome unconscious.

Ton got turned back into a mannequin by Anthika who then informed Khatha that “The Lord/God? Will be back and she will be the one to stand by him.” - hemmm, perhaps a warning to Khatha of Dome’s power but also giving notice that she is not planning to give Dome up?

(Ok, I’m getting more intrigue - so many questions…is Anthika part of a religious cult??? Why is she so obsessed about Dome apart from the power he has? Is Khatha and Dome really brothers in the past life? How did Anne knew about Dome to begin with??? And what/who is Dome?)….

23/03/2023