#I had fun trying to paint the leaves and apples though?

[saltedbiscuiit]

Apple Zai

#bungo stray dogs #bsd dazai #Bungo stray dogs dazai #bsd art #bsd #my art #yes that was the file name: apple zai #ngl I don’t think I will attempt to draw leaves #or apples for awhile lol #I hope the lighting isn’t too crazy I tried #I might’ve gotten carried away lol #I haven’t even attempted bgs in so long #I had fun trying to paint the leaves and apples though? #it started off as a silly sketch and then I wanted to put some effort in it somewhat

[legiblyloathed]

Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 2)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

A/N: This has gone from a oneshot to a twoshot to what’s now shaping up to be at least a five chapter story and for that I apologize. The “date” with Wally was only meant to be half a chapter and now it’s a full one. I will, in fact, learn nothing from this and will continue to accidentally increase my workload in the future. Many thanks for the kind comments on chapter 1, and I hope you enjoy chapter 2!

People who requested to be tagged; @whynot5243 @tikosan @itsyellow @twerkingnutella18 @azoart Y’all keep me going, I wish you the best.

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You know, maybe it was hasty to imagine Wally killing me as the worst case scenario. I think I’d take getting murdered in the woods over the uncomfortable silence I’ve been stewing in all afternoon.

Or at least, the silence is making me uncomfortable. Ever since I dragged myself out of the house to paint with him like I promised, I’ve spent damn near every minute avoiding eye contact like it’d kill me. Not that it seems to be working, as every time I glance up from my painting, I can see him out of the corner of my eye, and without fail he’s always focused on me. How he’s managed to finish his own drawing in between these moments is beyond me, but the way the easels are laid out, I can’t see his canvas anyway. There’s every chance it’s blank, and he just coerced me out here to stare at me without interruption.

But now, the sky is shifting to a myriad of colors, and I send up a silent thank you to the heavens for the excuse to leave. “Well, this has been fun,” I start, wiping the excess paint on my hands onto the apron he loaned me. “But I don’t wanna have to walk home in the dark, so I’d best be off.”

“It has been fun, hasn’t it?” After who knows how long of complete silence, his voice makes me jump slightly. Wally takes a few slow, measured steps in my direction, stopping just a little too close to my personal bubble. His eyes glued to my messy painting of the woods, and his eternal smile seems to widen. “You’re good at this.”

I manage to let out a laugh. “Not really, but I appreciate it.” I glance over my own art at the back of his easel, morbid curiosity eating away at me. As much as I want to see what the resident weirdo drew when he wasn’t trying to burn a hole in my forehead, something tells me it’s better not to know.

Wally’s head turns slightly, following my gaze to his own artwork. “Oh, do you want to see mine?” he asks, not waiting for my answer as he walks over and grabs it off the easel. He stares down at it for a moment, as if ensuring its quality, then turns it around and holding it up for me to see. “I worked hard on it. What do you think?”

Upon examination, I think I should have chosen a different neighborhood to move into, one with less terrifying residents. Staring back at me is a portrait of none other than myself. I’m sitting on a bench, which, after a moment, I recognize as the one under the apple tree where Wally had been the day prior. I look relaxed, leaning back and resting my weight on my hands behind me, my attention drawn to something off to the right. As I scan it over, I note that I wasn’t drawn with the clothes I wore today, but the ones I had on yesterday, down to finest of details. It’s beautiful, and I hate it.

I’m left frozen in place, gawking at the perfect recreation of my likeness in silence. The man doesn’t seem to mind, content to let me take in the details of his piece as he in turn observes my reaction. When I manage to pull my attention back to his face, I stammer out, “That’s…” A hell of a red flag? My worst nightmare on a canvas? A fear I’d have deemed laughable before this moment? “…incredibly realistic.”

Wally turns the painting back to himself, looking down at it with an air of fondness. “I suppose it is. I can’t take all the credit, though.” His eyes look up at me, his head unmoving. “I had a very inspiring model.”

At this, I can feel the two sides of my brain start to feud. The optimistic side makes a good effort to insist that this explains the staring, that he just wanted to get the details right and I was wrong to treat it like a problem. The more realistic side then slaps the optimistic side upside the head and points out that no amount of staring could explain the sheer level of detail in clothes that I’m not even wearing today.

My thoughts continue to conflict with each other, the turmoil so strong that I don’t even register Wally getting closer until he’s barely a foot away from me. I jolt back, nearly falling over. He seems unbothered. “Say, neighbor, would you mind helping me carry all this back to Home? The paintings are delicate, I don’t want them getting crushed.”

Part of me really wants that painting getting crushed, but I don’t dare admit that out loud. Instead, I nod. “Alright, but we gotta hurry. It’ll be dark soon.” Already the sun is casting long shadows, obscured by the trees to the west. Wally and I pack up the paints and fold up the easels, and I balance them all in my arms while he holds the canvases to his chest. Together, the two of us set off towards the house in the center of the neighborhood.

No words are exchanged as we journey through the town. He seems content with the silence, and I’m content to not have to talk to him. It seems the rest of our neighbors have called it a day, Wally and I being the only two people out and about. The weight of the supplies makes my arms ache, but if the alternative is carrying a piece of art that feels just a little too haunted for my taste, I think I can tolerate the discomfort. I don’t know how the hell he managed to drag all of this junk out in the first place.

The sun has sunk down past the horizon by the time we make it to Home, painting the sky a myriad of purples and deep blues. It takes all I have left in me not to collapse upon the porch, made all the worse by Wally’s continued nonchalance as he opens the door and beckons me inside. I brush past him into the living room, dumping my armload of supplies onto the coffee table. With a weary huff, I throw myself down onto his couch to catch my breath, my eyes drooping shut.

“You feeling alright, there, neighbor?” The sofa sinks ever so slightly as he settles down beside me. When I don’t reply, too busy staring at my eyelids and regulating my heartbeat, he speaks with what almost feels like genuine concern, “If you were getting tired, you should have spoken up. I’d have been happy to take a break.”

I shake my head. “Fine, I’m fine. Just need a minute before I head home.”

There it is again, that damn laugh. “What do you mean? This is Home.” The sound of a door squeaking registers in my periphery, and I let my eyes open, squinting against the bright colors of his house. I take a glance out of the corner of my eye, and sure enough, his own are glued on my face with a smile that registers as a little too suspicious for my tastes.

An increasingly familiar sense of unease overtaking me, I push myself up and lean away from him, hoping he didn’t notice, yet knowing he did. “I mean yeah, it’s your home, Wally,” I say, “but I have my own home to get back to.”

He lets out a soft hum, and I swear his smile wavers for just a moment. “I suppose you do,” he murmurs, sounding like he was talking to himself more than me. Risking another glance, I’m surprised to see his eyes not on me, but focused on the paintings that he had leaned against his armchair. My portrait, with its flat, distracted gaze, seemed to be staring back at us from the angle at which it stood.

With this newfound distraction from his observation, I move to push myself up off the couch, snapping him out of whatever stupor he’d been wandering in. I make sure to speak before his mouth catches up to his brain. “Well, today’s been… fun, but I think I’m gonna head out.”

I feel a hand clasp around my forearm, and I barely bite back a yelp at the contact. “It’s pretty dark out there, neighbor. Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep here tonight? I think you’d be safer.”

Nope, nope, nope nope nope. I pull my arm away, praying it didn’t look as panicked as it felt. “I appreciate the concern, but I’ll have to pass. It’s not that long a walk, I’ll be fine.” I step away towards the door, and my stomach sinks when I hear Wally get up as well.

As I prepare to head out, the same hand settles upon my shoulder instead. “Well, if you’re sure, I won’t stop you,” he drawls, a trace of emotion I can’t quite name evident in his tone. He slips past me, opening the door himself. He tilts his head, eyes locked on mine. “Let’s do this again sometime. Won’t that be nice?”

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was a challenge. Straightening up, I stand in the doorframe and meet his stare as evenly as I can. “I’m sure it would be.” The evening chill washes over me as I exit Home. “Good night, Wally.”

“Good night, neighbor. Sleep well.” My steps are steady and even as I walk down the porch stairs, and the light still pouring out as I walk away tells me that the door is still open. That he’s still there, still watching me. I hurry along towards my house, being sure to break out of his line of sight as soon as possible. It doesn’t help with the paranoia, but I pretend it does.

Tears nearly stream down my face in relief as I enter my own home and close the door, leaning back against it and sliding down to the ground. I don’t bother getting up, not to eat, not to shower, nothing. I just sit there, alternating between keeping my eyes closed to try and relax and opening them when I see those horrible eyes taunting me in the inky black. As I feel myself drifting off, one final thought crosses into my mind:

I never got my painting back from Wally.

#yandere wally darling #wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere x reader #yandere welcome home #male yandere #tw yandere #obsessive yandere #yandere #x reader #horror #ain’t he darling

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Twisted Monsterland: Messy Toddlers

Little kids can always cause a mess, whether it’s with paint, markers, food, or dirt and mud. It’s a fact of life, and while a hassle to clean up, it can be fun!

So what happens when you have a tiny human living amongst the monsters in Twisted Wonderland who tends to get messy? How about we take a look at some of the dorms and see!

//At Savanaclaw//

Mini!Yuu: *playing in a mud puddle, singing random things as they smoosh and stir the mud with their hands*

Grim: “What’cha doin’, Yuu?”

Mini!Yuu: “Makin’ mud pies for everyone!” *pulls out clumps of grass before sprinkling it over the mud pile* “Time to add the sprinkles~!”

Grim: “What a waste of perfectly good grass…”

Ruggie: *walking up to the two* “There you are, Bugaboo. What’cha playing with this time?”

Mini!Yuu: “I made a mud pie!” *scoops up the pile, globs falling onto their clothing as they hold it up to him* “Try some!”

Ruggie: “Oooh, looks pretty tasty.” *pretends to get a piece and chews, grinning as he gives a thumbs up*”"Mmm…perfect blend of flavors, though you might wanna ease up on the seasoning. Shishishishi~!”

Mini!Yuu: “Hooray!”

Ruggie: “Wouldja look at the time? It’s almost time for you to head back to the teachers, and you’re a mess.” *hoists them into his arms* “Come on, it’s bath time.”

//At Diasomnia//

Mini!Yuu: *playing with finger paints on a canvas*

Lilia: “I’ll be right back, little one. Silver? Would you keep an eye on the little one while I’m gone?”

Silver: “Of course, father.”

*ten minutes later*

Lilia: “I’m back.” *pauses before snorting, smiling at the sight of Silver asleep on the couch with paint on his face and tusks* “My, my. Had I known you needed a bigger canvas, I could have gotten a white tarp for the floor.” *glances over at Malleus before bursting out laughing* “Oh! It looks like you two are having fun.”

Malleus: *sitting nearby with mini!Yuu standing on his lap, painting his horns with bright colorful flowers* “The Child of Man wished to do face painting.”

Mini!Yuu: *has paint on their face that looks like scales and sticky fake stones on their forehead like Malleus’* “I’m making Mr. Horns feel pretty!”

Lilia: “So you are, little one. And what are you supposed to be?”

Mini!Yuu: “Silver made me look like a dragon, just like Mr. Horns! Rawr!”

Lilia: “And a mighty little dragon you are~!”

//At Pomefiore//

Mini!Yuu: *scribbling on a wall in the hallway with a pen they found, singing a happy song as they’re drawing swirls*

Epel: *comes across Yuu and yelps* “Yuu, no! What are you doing?!”

Mini!Yuu: *startled* “Drawing?”

Epel: “Oh no…oh no, Vil is going to throw a fit if he sees this!”

Vil: “If I see…what?”

Epel: “Ack!?”

Rook: “Ooh, it looks like mon chou is showing their creative spirit!”

Mini!Yuu: *nervously looks between the wall and Vil’s stern stare* “Am…I in trouble?”

Vil: *hums for a moment before kneeling down, pulling out his own pen* “Your form is good, though perhaps we can add a little something to this one.”

Mini!Yuu: “What?”

Vil: “I’m thinking…leaves would be a good start.” *begins drawing, creating beautiful shapes following the swirl that get bigger and bigger* “What else should we add to it?”

Mini!Yuu: “Mmm…flowers!”

Vil: “Very well. Will you help me draw them?”

Epel: *staring wide eyed between them and Rook as the two continue drawing, leaning in to whisper to Rook* “Am…am I dreaming? Vil would have gone bonkers if any of us ruined the walls!”

Rook: “Ah, but why stifle the creativity of our little mon chu when they are clearly expressing their individuality? Even Roi du Poison sees the beauty in this.” *goes to kneel next to them, pulling out his own pen* “May I join in?”

Epel: “…huh.”

(Later, the art is still on the wall, a mix of child-like drawings mixed with elegant and fun pictures depicting rabbits, apples, and a peacock)

//At Heartslabyul//

Mini!Yuu: *sitting on a stool, watching Trey mixing dough into balls for bread and trying to mimic him with their own ball of dough*

Trey: “Oh, I need to get the butter out of the fridge. Sit tight, okay?” *dusts hands off and goes over to the fridge*

Mini!Yuu: *hums as they look at the one they’re working on* “Mmm…needs more flour!” *reaches for the bag of flour, trying to lift it up*

POMF!!

Mini!Yuu: *coughs as they’re covered in flour, the bag on the ground and the counter coated in flour*

Trey: “Huh?? Pfft…I should have known something like this would happen.” *reaches out to pat away some of the dusty flour* “Guess when we’re finished baking, it’s bath time again.”

//----------//

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head, but these are just some cute things that came to mind~

The Pomefiore part was actually based on this one post I came across, though I could only find the pictures. While I had initially thought of it happening at Heartslabyul or even Scarabia…I just got soft thinking of Vil indulging mini!Yuu and helping to create good art QvQ/)

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland monster au #twst monster au #savanaclaw #diasomnia #pomefiore #heartslabyul

[chemtrailsovertheccs]

I don’t like sour candy

carl grimes imagine

I don't even know if anyone even reads these but I write for fun so here I am . August is ALMOSt over and the spirit of the pumpkin spice and apple cider has already tangled itself on me. So this one will be fall themed! If you're not in the mood for a sparkle of autumn you can read this one later on. For the ones obsessed with fall this is for you. Really hope you enjoy!

the crisp air whirled around the town and made its way trough the now maroon, ginger, orange and some bald trees. the fallen leaves had painted the streets of Alexandria, every now and then collecting into piles children love to jump into. harvest season was here! that was the main event in fall. meant the town will have food to spare, to the Hilltop, to the Kingdom, to Oceanside. trades are important. all this joy inside the walls of your town even made you forget about the creepiest of halloween monsters: the walkers. you barely went on runs now, everyone was set for a while. speaking of which, you had planned a run with Carl to search for a candy shop, to make a surprise for the kids in town. crazy, runs are risky and you're doing this for some sweets? plus, they'll be expired and produce some serious tummy aches. as long as they taste good! you've decided you really wanted to top the cake with a cherry and do this. imagine the faces of the kids when they find out!

you had convinced the people in charge of the crops to plant some pumpkins a few months ago, not just for the decorations, but you were sure Carol could really make some nice pumpkin pie. they were now ready to reap and you couldn't feel happier.

it was morning now, a very cozy morning wrapped around in some really thick blanket with Carl right by your side. you were so excited to go on this run that you've decided to wake up at 6 in the morning, when even the sun wasn't awake yet. you opened your eyes, and took a long look at what was surrounding you. the smell of musky pine and wood was all around the room, like if someone had sprinkled the scent around. the warmth of the blanket AND your boyfriend kinda made you not want to wake up just yet. you turned around to find a deep-sleeping Carl who was probably peacefully dreaming about you. the sight of him sleeping so carelessly made your eyelids feel as heavy as fridges and you feel asleep again, for a couple of hours.

8 AM now, you noticed the weak rays of sun make their way trough your curtains and you stood on your elbows, just now acknowledging that you had fallen asleep again. you found your Carl obviously still sleeping, in the same exact position you had seen him just two hours ago. you ran your fingers through his hair, trying to wake him up. he took his time to wake up (you were actually very very happy about this, because you know not long ago he hadn't been able to sleep more than 3 hours a night which wasn't good at all; and nowadays he sleeps very well). he opened his eyes a little, adjusting to the not-so-strong light of the sun. he smiled and rolled over. "5 more minutes, love" he managed to say, but it came out muffled because his face was in a pillow. "we have the candy run today love. you can have 5 more minutes though, I'm going to the bathroom to start getting ready" you spoke and got up, freezing a bit due to the change from underneath the warmth to the chilly room. you washed your face, brushed your teeth, did your hair in the comfiest and most practical way you can wear it, and wore your cosiest run-approved clothes.

when you were about to leave the bathroom, half asleep Carl entered and gave you a big hug with no words exchanged. his hair was a bit messy but that's how you liked it the most. this man also sleeps in his underwear every day of the year. just underwear for the lower part of his body. spring, summer, fall and winter. oh, but of course he had this big grandpa sweater on which made no sense to you but it didn't matter (that changes to a t-shirt when the weather is warm). you'd love this man even if he slept with nothing on. "it's just too hot for my legs! i can't wear those long pants" he said to you when u asked the first night this happened. undeniably the no-pants rule wasn't around when he couldn't sleep at night, he was too scared that something will happen and he'd have to wake up fast and leave. now the pants are on his nightstand, near. just in case.

"how was your sleep?" you asked while the hug was still going on. "it was incredible. I slept like a rock. yours?" he replied, still hugging you. "very nice. I woke up once but fell asleep right after" you answered. "so glad to hear that love. I'll be ready in ten minutes, you can wait for me downstairs" he then smiled and you broke the hug, you gave him a quick kiss and ran downstairs, not before hearing a disappointed "hey!" because it happened all too fast.

in less than ten minutes, because this man is desperate, he was downstairs and ready to go. "what about breakfast?" you stopped him right before he was about to kiss you. "oh, yeah right" he embraced you with his arms a planted a long kiss on you, so full of love that even his cowboy hat fell off his head. you laughed a bit and grabbed a couple of cookies Carol had given to you just yesterday and a few clementines. you had everything you needed because you had been so excited about this run that you got everything ready the night before. you grabbed your things and left the house. Rick and Michonne knew about this run and they probably thought there was more to it than just a bunch of candy, otherwise they wouldn't have let you guys go for sure. they were waiting at the gate, along with Eugene and Aaron. "be safe alright?" Rick insisted. he didn't like any of you, Carl or yourself, going on your own to runs for your own safety, but he knew you were capable of this and more, so he just hugged you both and wished you good luck on your searching journey. Michonne did the same and Eugene and Aaron opened the gate and said goodbye. you entered the car and after a few minutes, you were already on the go.

you enjoyed so much spending time with Carl, not like you barely did, you took every chance you could to spend time with him, so you were together most of the time, but just never got tired of it.

you love him and he loves you, deeply, like an old 1950's love.

"I'm really hoping we stumble across a big can of chocolate pudding, or chocolate bars" Carl added. "yeah I thought that's what you were craving. I was thinking about some sour gummies, like the ones they used to sell for trick or treating when that was a thing." you excitedly spoke. " I don't think I've ever told you, even though you know almost everything about me. I'm not a huge fan of anything sour, but especially candy. like, it's supposed to be sweet, not lip-puckering." he explained. "but if that's what you like, I promise we're not leaving before we find at least a tiny bag of them" he said before you could even think of an answer for what he said before. you just smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "love you to the moon and to Saturn" he smiled and replied with the same quote. "love you to the moon and to Saturn"

-will make a part 2 if requested (or not) <3

#carl grimes x reader #carl grimes headcanons #carl grimes #carl grimes twd #carl grimes imagine #carl grimes oneshot

[triplesilverstar]

The Typhoon isn't always the one roaring

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Vash X F!Reader

CW: Pre-Canon, Established Relationship, Drinking, Bad Flirting, Blow Jobs, Soft Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Awkward Sexual Situations, Pushing Vashs' comfort zone, Vash is not used to intimacy, Early In The Relationship, Not Beta Read, Self-Indulgent, Aliases, Fluff and Smut, Tenderness

Word count: Roughly 2.5K

A/N: You may have noticed a banner change, there’s a reason for that in the series. Enjoy flustered Vash getting lucky and still trying to get used to the idea of intimate encounters.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all by yourself?” you find yourself trying not to roll your eyes at the drunk that is attempting to flirt with you. He’s the third of the night, you have to at least give him points for being confident. 

Glancing around the room you jerk your thumb “Not here by myself” pointing at the tall skinny blond in a red coat currently engaged in a drinking game. As far as this town is concerned, a man known as Mr. John P. Smith, but you know him by another name. Vash the Stampede, the humanoid typhoon localized disaster. 

“If that’s the case, why are you sitting here at the bar and he’s over there?” Your mouth twitches trying to hide a smile and failing. Gaze clearly on Vash as he throws back another shot, watching his adam's apple bob as he swallows. Damn the things this man does to you, and with so little effort since you’d cleared the air about a lot of things and started dating.

“Easy” swallowing a mouthful of water “I don’t drink, and I enjoy the floorshow.” The comment seems to go over his head. You catch Vash’s gaze this time, a knowing smile full of teeth across your face, while a dusting of pink lights paints his cheeks and up the tips of his ears. Everytime you’ve been approached tonight he’s tried to be discreet in watching the exchanges, but you’ve known the entire time and let it slide. This time however you signal he’s been caught, and he seems ready to give up on the drinking game. He bids the others goodbye with a wave, tipsy steps close the distance as he leans against the bar beside you. 

The two of you share a glance that lingers, unspoken words that leave a fluttering in your stomach that always leaves you feeling like you’re so much younger than you are. “Ready to get out of here?” Nodding you slip off the stool, ignoring the other man to slip yourself under Vash’s arm and lead him out of the bar. Once outside and out of sight of the doors his footsteps steady, no longer having to act as though the alcohol in his system is affecting him. He keeps his arm wrapped around you, a warmth against your side, both exhaling the cool night air. 

“Have fun tonight?” He nods his assent, as the hotel you’re staying at comes into view “Good, though I will admit, I was worried you might have drank a little too much.” 

“Oh, why? Worried i’d ruin your plans for the rest of the night” the joking tone pulls a small breathless laugh out of you. 

“Of course, I have so many plans for you” you smirk catching his eye “and I don’t want to take advantage of my drunk boyfriend.” 

“Hey now, it takes a lot to get me drunk!” you join him in his laughter that seems to carry in the night air. 

The moment the door closes with a soft click, you have Vash pressed against the door, fists wound tight in coat and mouth pressed against his in a desperate sloppy kiss. He moans against you, hands smoothing down your back to grab at your ass, the same ferocity mirroring your motions. When the need for oxygen breaks through you pull back enough to be left breathing the same air. “I wanted to go over and kiss you all night Sunshine. Don’t think I didn’t see those ladies that kept hitting on you, thinking they had a chance. I wanted to show them you’ve got a lover that knows what she’s doing” your voice has dropped and you feel his body shiver against you, releasing his coat to reach down and lazily palm at him through his pants. It doesn’t take long for you to feel the twitches of his length hidden beneath the fabric. 

“You’re the only one I want Mayfly” his voice has gone husky, dropping low and trying to knead your ass but you can tell he’s distracted by your hand on him, the other on the back of his head now scraping the skin beneath his undercut. He’s trying to chase after your mouth and you keep your distance just enough to be frustrating to the blond based on the whines coming from his throat. You chuckle low in your throat, darting in to press a kiss to his neck before beginning to suck on the skin beneath your lips, feeling the vibrations from his panting. Grinning as you suddenly bite into his skin, nowhere near hard enough to hurt but you’re rewarded with his little yelp at the sensation, pulling back to soothe the area with a few passes of your tongue. 

“Right answer, baby.” His hands are just gripping your hips now unsure what to do with them in his haze of pleasure, causing you to chuckle low in your throat. Peppering kisses along his neck, occasionally dragging your tongue along the pale skin before blowing on the dampness making his shiver. “I have plans for you tonight, Sunshine” you whisper against his skin, giving his cock a soft squeeze through the fabric of his pants. “But, I need to know how far you wanna let me go” a quick nip to his earlobe teasing his earring with the tip of your tongue, making him moan. You pull back from him and step away, giving him space to think. “Take your time, I don’t wanna push you too far past your boundaries.” You watch his chest heave as he takes in deep breaths trying to calm his racing heart beat, so few touches sending his body reeling and you love it. Knowing you’re the only one who’s ever done such things to him. 

“I ugh” Vash is still trying to suck air into his lungs, closing his eyes and swallowing hard “nothing past a blow job” the words get quieter as they pass his lips, a flush rising up his skin. Embarrassed at his own words, causing you to smile stepping closer to him still pressed up against the door. Rubbing your hands along his neck, being careful of the tender darkening skin from your earlier endeavor. 

“Anything else?” He shakes his head and you smile, a soft peck to his beauty mark “Just remember, if things get to be too much I’ll stop. Do you know your safeword?” Another nod from him while you’re pulling your jacket off and throwing it onto the chair in the room before turning back to him. This time when you go for his lips you’re a little more controlled, deepening the kiss after a sweep of your tongue against his lip. Fingers glidings up his shirt, catching the fabric but even the light touch though the fabric is enough to turn Vash into putty in your hands, sweeping them over his shoulders and slowly removing his jacket, pulling away from the kiss to toss the garment with your own. 

Returning your attention to him, one hand tangling into his hair and kissing him hard again, forcing a soft moan from him, his own hands settling on your hips grip tight. Positioning one of your legs between his, pushing his legs further apart so your thigh is pressing against his crotch giving him something to grind against. You enjoy feeling him as he puts more of his weight on you chasing the sweet friction against your body. Pulling away slightly you take in his face, lips red and puffy, pupils blown wide, and you smile. Sliding your free hand down his chest, done with pressing circles into his chest through the fabric, pushing your fingers under the hem to drag your nails along the skin just above his belt. Enjoying the movement of the muscles there, pressing kisses to his cheek and leaving a trail to his ear breathing gently against the skin. “Want me to help make you feel good baby?” He’s nodding furiously, hips moving a little bit harder against your thigh. 

“Please Mayfly” pressing your mouth to his again you quickly undo the clasp of his belt, button undone and tug the zipper of his cargo pants down, granting you easy access to his hard cock wrapping your fingers around his hot skin. At the contact you can feel him twitching through the leather of your gloves, a jagged moan passing Vash’s lips, even with the leather you can feel the precum leaking from his tip. Such a sensitive man you have, pulling away so your hand isn’t wedged between both of your bodies and giving you easier access to rub your hand along his heated member.  Long languid strokes smearing the wetness from tip to base watching him shudder leaning up against the door. 

The sound of someone walking by in the hallway pulls you both from the moment, you listening because you thought you heard the words “the Stampede” and Vash because he was a blushing furious mess made worse by the idea someone might have heard him. “Come on baby” pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth “let's move this party to the bed hm?” he’s nodding, still too nervous from the possibility of having been overheard.

Hooking your fingers into the loops of his pants, and pulling him along with you on your way to the bed. “Don’t worry my Sunshine, I’ll make you feel so good soon” leaning up towards him to kiss him he’s leaning to meet you, even nervous he still wants to kiss you. Once you feel the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs your turning, pulling from the kiss and giving him a light shove to fall backwards. At his bounce you smile, a low whine passing from his mouth again. You’re quickly pulling your boots off then Vash’s, before joining him on the bed, pressing your hips to his and pressing his cock flat between both your bodies. A brief kiss, and you pull back one more to stare into his eyes “You ok to keep going?” 

His eyes are hazy as he stares at you, licking his lips before swallowing “yes” you nod, pressing in to start leaving a trail of kisses along his jaw and down his neck as you descend down his body. A chorus of whines, groans and grunts reaches your ears, hands sinking into the mattress beside him as you keep going, pressing more kisses, a little harder to the fabric of his shirt hoping he’ll at least feel the force of them through his clothes. Finally at his hips your grin, looking up at him, before pulling one of your gloves off with your teeth, a whimper from him at the sight as he leans back on his elbows to watch you. 

Glove gone, you reach and start to stroke at him, spreading the pre-cum around his skin allowing your hand to glide instead of pulling at the soft skin surrounding his hardened flesh. Gently pushing his cock just to the side so you can mouth at fine hairs just above his twitching shaft, enjoying the continuous noises your man makes above you. “Mayfly, Please” you grin, blowing a quick breath across his damp skin before looking up at him, watching the shiver rake across his frame.  

“Please what baby?” The pout on his face is obvious, chest heaving and face red, when he’s like this, you don’t think you even need him to touch you to get yourself off feeling your thighs clench. His hips lift, trying to give you a hint. “Words baby, you know I want to know how far you’ll let me push your boundaries.”

“Suck me, please!” You don't even have time for the words to finish passing your lips, his voice so desperate and it makes you clench a warmth blooming in your core. 

"Since you asked me so nicely" gloveless hand pumping him and you drag your tongue along the underside of his flesh from base to tip, pressing your lips to the tip, kiss soft. He twitches against your lips, a drop of pre-cum beading from his slit when you pull back ever so slightly. Glancing up from your current position to catch his gaze, eyes staring into one another's, you take the head of his length in your mouth. Watching his lids flick shut, shuddering and a soft moan of your name as his head tilts back. 

Content that he’s enjoying himself you focus your attention back to your task bobbing up and down gently, taking a bit more of him each time until you’re about halfway down, removing your hand to pull your remaining glove off so both hands and press down against the bare skin and hair just above his cock. Alternating the pressure and movement of the circles you place there while increasing the suction of your mouth, cheeks pressing in against his twitching length. 

As you get more and more into your actions your hands start slowly drifting upwards, feeling more of his skin under your wandering fingers. Lost in the movements and the symphony above you, you don’t notice as your hands keep sliding from the force of your actions. “Pineapple!” It’s like a switch is flipped,jerking away and leaning back on your knees, hands held up in the air in surrender.

“Breath baby. Tell me you’re ok when you can.” His hands are pressed to his face, chest heaving and you have no idea what caused him use the safe word. But you’re patient, was it maybe just too much. While you wait you push yourself farther back from so you can get off the bed, heading over to your bag to grab your canteen and then his own from his. Walking closer to him and setting it where he can reach. Finally calmer Vash looks at you, eyes almost downcast.

“I’m sorry, your hands were just” he pauses and you drop down onto the floor beside the bed waiting for him to continue. “Your hands were moving too high” his words leave you nodding, Vash has yet to let you see any of his skin past what needs to be seen around his crotch. Even when you’ve been making out he’s been pretty clear about where your hands can wander, and you hadn’t noticed how high they’d been going. 

“I’m sorry Vash” you hold one of your hands out, offering it to him if he wants it. He does take it to give it a squeeze. “I didn’t mean to push you, but that doesn’t make it alright. Do you want to stop for the night? I don’t mind if you do.” Everything will be on his terms and if he’s done for the night then so are you.

“No, I wanna keep going if you do? Just no wandering hand?” You agree with him, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth. Vowing in your head to be more careful while Vash gets used to intimacy, not everyone is willing to drop their pants on the first date like you are. But damn, even if you never go any farther then what you did tonight you’ll be happy. You didn’t start dating him for the sex, no, it was a much deeper reason. 

Back to Masterlist for the series

#vash the stampede x reader smut #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #vash smut #trigun stampede #trigun #twink writes #Bullets Bandits Ghosts & Typhoons #tristamp #trigun smut #trigun stampede smut

[ninasmovingcastle]

hi! could i please request venti comforting a depressed reader? maybe one who has a hard time remembering/being motivated to eat or drink water when it gets bad, and maybe has a hard time sleeping too? i totally understand if this is too heavy of a topic, though! and i hope you have a wonderful day!!

hi love, thank you for requesting !! i hope you've eaten today and had a good rest last night <3

windblume - venti

venti x gender neutral!reader

word count: 540

content warnings: referenced depression, not eating, insomnia

the windblume festival was meant to be a fun, light time for everyone. people from all nations of teyvat would travel to mondstadt to experience the festival. 

but for you, days were incredibly long and mundane. you stayed at home all alone most of the time. your boyfriend, venti was staying at the goth hotel for the duration of the festival. he had been requested by the owner to provide musical ambience for the foreign guests at the hotel. 

it was getting unbearably lonely, and you could feel yourself once again falling down a rabbit hole of skipping meals, not sleeping, and staying inside. with the curtains always drawn, no light was entering your home and it was becoming difficult to differentiate between day and night. 

the festival was coming to a close, and you were longing for venti to come home. several sleepless nights caused weariness to set into you. 

venti would likely return late into the night, seeing as it was the last day of the festival. you decided to try and get some sleep, to no avail. you lay there in the dark, alone and tired. minutes became hours of insomnia. 

at last, you heard a key turn in the door. venti was finally, finally back. he quietly took his shoes off and tiptoed towards you. though your eyes were open, you couldn't see him in the dark. 

"darling, are you awake?"

you tried to reply, to tell him you were awake and waiting for him, but your voice was little more than a croak after a week of stagnancy. 

luckily, venti was never short for words. he sat on the edge of your bed and helped you sit up. 

"how are you? i tried to get back early for you," he said cheerfully. 

how are you? how were you supposed to tell him that you were in shambles, that you hadn't slept nor eaten. venti's empathy was otherworldly, and immediately picked up on the situation. he took your hand in his as he rummaged around in his bag.

"have you eaten, my love?" 

all you could do was shake your head. venti held out a small paper bag with two moon pies inside. 

"they're both for you. go ahead." his voice was gentle and soothing.

you picked up a moon pie and leaned into venti's chest. he wrapped an arm around you and softly kissed your forehead.

"i'm sorry for leaving," he said. "i'm not taking commissions from that hotel again!"

venti felt like home. he could make you feel better with just his presence, and always knew the right thing to say. he offered you an icy bottle of apple juice.

"here." in that one word there was so much sincerity, so much deep love and concern for you. venti caressed your knuckles as you sipped the juice and finished off the moon pies. 

muffled explosions could be heard from outside. venti's turquoise eyes sparkled as his grip on your hand tightened. 

"oh, look! the fireworks have started!" he helped you stand up and walked with you onto your balcony. 

fireworks decorated the night sky, painting strokes of colour over mondstadt. you leaned your head on venti's shoulder as you watched the sky. he took a windwheel aster from behind his ear and pressed it into your hand.

"happy windblume, my love."

#ninas nonnies✌︎('ω')✌︎ #venti #genshin impact #genshin x reader #venti x reader #venti fluff #genshin impact x reader

[weridpersonhelp]

Red Phone [7]

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warning: slightly scary, first-time horror writer, stalking, confusion, gramma and spell mistakes, screaming, getting up a horrible hour of night, neurodivergent reader, slow burnish? , x reader, children, puppets, curse langue, music, be ready for cringe!

Ring-ring- ring- “Hello?”

“Hey is this Y/n?” Wally asks, I couldn’t help but chuckle at this guy’s stutter.

“The one and only,”

“Hello! Um, how was your day?”

“Good what about yours?”

“It was also good, though I didn’t do much I went to the store to get some more apples. Howdy had a sale, but he limited what I could buy.

“Oh, and why’s that?” “I may or may not like apples a little too much?” I raise an eyebrow at this but end up chuckling instead.

“Wait how many did you buy?” Wally was quite for a minute, leaving me suspect more than the usual.

“20.”

“You bought 20 apples?”

“Yes,”

“Are you going to make something with them?” I ask pushing myself on the bench now, I didn’t want my feet getting hurt. I was very curious of why he would by so many apples, that would last my family a while even made apples pie every day.

“No, I don’t really eat them.”

“Then why did you buy so many?”

“I like to just stare at them? I know it’s weird, but there just so shiny. They look very pretty; the red ones are my favourite honestly. But the green one’s are still alright, their also fun to draw and paint.”

“How long have you had this obsession with apples for?”

“Ever since I could remember? I know it’s weird but-“

…

“I know it’s weird but-“wally was cut off by the girls chuckles, he was currently in his Pj’s in his special red chair next to this phone. It was the only one that he could call her on, it was late at night for him so he had to remember to remain quite. But he was worried that she would consider his obsession with Apples weird.

“No, I don’t think it’s that weird, people can have things like that. I know I hyper fixate on Lego’s or movies!”

“What type of movies do you like?”

“I’m a sucker for romance and Comedy! But I do love a good horror!” Wally chuckles and pushes back his hair a little.

“those are complete different genre’s! how do you even watch a horror?”  y/n gasps dramatically at him.

“Horrors are good! You need to give them a try okay! they’re not that bad.” She defends herself, Wally chuckles at how defensive she was over her precious movie genre.

“What’s your favourite then? Mr I’m too good for Horror’s”

“Hey now! I never said I was too good for them!”

“Oh? Then what’s so bad with them?”

“I never said they where bad, I just said how do you watch them! Their so creepy! My favourite genre is action and western! Though I also love myself a romance movie.”

“Ooh so your scared of them, are you? That it. And you’re a cowboy’s kind of guy huh?”

“Always have been, isn’t it cool how they ride their horses off into the sunset? With their true love.”

“Mmm, I guess, I never really watch many cowboy movies.”

“My favourite would have to be big jack! It’s good you should watch it sometime!” Wally suggests.

“Hmmm I’ve never heard of that movie before, I’ll have to watch it.” Just at the suggestion of her watching his favourite movie, just because he said it was his favourite movie. He kicks his feet a little out of excitement, what was going on with him? He never acts this way. Julie and Frank sometimes act this way! But not him! he was always to cool one! The calm, collected, charmer of the group!

“You’ll like it I promise!”

“I hope so, anyways. You never told me how old you where, or what you wanted to ask my- I mean Harrison and Maggie.” Wally eyes widen, what the heck was he meant to tell her? He was in puppet years 20, but in human years? Who knew! Hell, he didn’t even know what decade it was over their he could be 30! No maybe even 100! And what would he say about the question as well?

‘Oh yes! I just wanted to know if he we could complete the spell? To make us alive so we could continue the show! And why they were trapped in this world? Before all of this, they where in this world, but then Harrison completed a spell. One that made them come to life there was more to the story, but how the heck was he just going to info dump you like that? How could he?

He might scare you away, and he loves talking to you so far! Love it a strong but it truly it what he think this feeling was. a love of a friend? He wanted to get to know you more before he would say anything. Hell maybe even some how, some way bring you into his world? He didn’t know how it would work or how but it was something in his imagination.

“Wally you there?”

“Oh yes! Sorry I just dropped the phone HAHA! Um I’m 20, how old are you?”

“18 turning 19 soon”.

“Oh, when’s your birthday?” Wally asks, he was very glad you forgot the other question or had moved on from it.

“(date and  month of birth) 1996! What about yours?”

… Wally didn’t have a birthday. Well, the year of his birth doesn’t count, but what would his birthday be?

“Oh I don’t really celebrate my birthday-““WHAT! YOU DON’T CELEBRATE YOUR BIRTHDAY?!” Wally pulls the phone away from his face as she shouts into the phone.  

“No?” what he said was meant to be a statement, but really sounded like a question.

“I mean do what you want to do, but have you ever celebrated your birthday? Like in your life?” She asks more calmly, Wally pauses thinking back, they didn’t real do Birthdays here, no one had one. They Did Christmas, Halloween and easter! Heck even Saint Patrick’s Day. But never birthdays.

“No?” he whispers into the phone, it stayed quiet. The house was quiet, Home was asleep. So, Wally did not want to wake her up. Otherwise, he would have been sent to bed.

“Dam, Is it your religion?”

“What? Oh no! I just never have? Hehe sorry if that’s a little weird-“ “No it’s not weird! I just, well it just surprised me sorry.”

“Why are you apologising? you did nothing wrong.” Wally tries to comfort her. He honestly had no idea what he was doing though.

“I don’t know>” silence filled the call again. The air filled with so much tension you could cut it like a birthday cake. They both wanted to say something but what?  Wally wants to say something, but what? He didn’t have much he could talk about with her; I mean it was different from talking with the neighbours.

“So, your 20 and own a house?”

“Oh! Yes, it’s small but nice a house. It has a decent yard.”

“that’s nice, I’m surprised you where able to get a house in this economy!”

“well I inherited it, from a great grandma?” Wally was lying, he knew it was never good to lie. But a little white lie wouldn’t do too much harm do?

“did you know her?”

Son of a-

“No, not really! But I kept the house the same. Nothing really changed haha!” He says he hears the girl chuckle a little, but then a small yawn escapes her lips.

“sorry, I’m just a little tired.”

“no it’s no problem. You should probably head to bed, you got plans tomorrow?”

“mum’s making me go shopping with my baby brother, so I’m most likely Going to be warn out. But I’ll tell you if anything interesting happens?” Wally smile grew, she was the one who wanted to call again. And he was very happy she was enjoying it so much she wanted to call again, maybe a little too happy?

“sure, would you like me to call you earlier?”

“I don’t mind, thanks for the chat it was really nice.”

“Same, you’re quite the interesting person Y/n.” he loved hearing her giggle into the phone, and how she yawned again into the phone. UGH!

“Okay then, good night, Wally~” her tired voice sang.

“Night Y/n, sleep well”. When she hangs up, wally instaintly stands up and runs around happily jumping around. Getting all of his excitement out, that was until home woke up thanks to the noises he was making and caught him with the curtains.

“CREEEK!!!”

“sorry home, I just got excited! I’ll be quieter! Sorry home"

Tag: @quittingfortgebetter @egg1sblog @ice-cream-writes-stuff @thealreadyunsteadyteddynewpaper @narucore

#frank welcome home #wally darling #wally darling welcome home #welcome home #frank frankly #welcome home eddie #welcome home fanart #welcome home puppet show #julie joyful #welcome home art #partycoffin #WELLCOME HOME POPPY #POPPY #sally starlet #WELHOME COME SALLY #welcomehomearg #wally darling x reader #welcome home wally darling #welcome home wally #welcome home arg #welcome home frank #welcome home fanfic. #welcome home fanfic #clownillustrations #poppy partridge #sally starlight #wally welcome home #red phone #howdy pillar #x reader

[fandomsoda]

i would like to know what silly fictionkin memories you have

if that's an okay thing to ask for, you don't have to share tho!

you’re totally welcome to ask! I love to share. Though I still don’t have enough of my memories to paint a proper picture of what my life looked like, I have still been handed enough random ass silly or funny memories to make a small list.

-My Ink was a ceiling crawler. Both of us seemed to primarily live at the Star Sans base, and he would often startle me by simply crawling around on the ceiling like a spider. Sometimes turned-off ceiling lights and other decorations make me do a double-take, even nowadays.

-On occasion it seems that me and my brother would have truce get-together dinner type things with our crews. How do I figure this? Well I have a memory from one of those times. Wound up getting into a literal sibling slap-fight with Nightmare because he wouldn’t leave me alone while I was trying to cook dinner. Cue pot of boiling water tipping over and landing on him. Karma.

-I used to stress-bake. Not very silly on its own but very ironic considering how little cooking ability I have now. But listen, I was told that my apple pie was the shit and I really wanna try to make it again.

-I once witnessed Killer attempt to jump a fence only to get hit in the nuts by one of the spikes.

-My canon’s Dust was weirdly good at bird calls. He used to torment me with owl noises on the rare occasions I ran into him. Not fun in the moment, but hilarious in hindsight.

-Me and my Ink were canonical height from what I can tell, so he was shorter than my eye level. So whenever he wanted attention and I was looking in a direction where I couldn’t see them (straight ahead, up, etc), they would make a weird chattering sound (not quite cat, not quite bug?) and when I finally looked at him he’d like- hug me and try to crawl up my torso?- it was bizarre but always super cute and just- fuck. I miss him.

-I had a lot of weird.. bird-like tendencies?? Shiny trinket collection, preening(?) kinda? (I regularly straightened my outfits with my hands and stuff in a specific way, and I remember the others calling it preening), and my bed was often turned into a pillow nest. These are things I still do today, but it’s either much less noticeably or less often due to not having energy or time.

-This one doesn’t have any actual memories attached to it, it’s just a fact of life that I remember. The Star base had a downstairs area that was primarily used for weapons storage. 80% of that weapon storage was Blue’s.

that’s about as much as I can think of! I know I said short list, but these all took more words to explain than I thought they would- hope you found this amusing!

#soda answers #💫 #fictionkin #fictkin #dream sans kin #utmv kin #dreamsanskin #utmvkin

[tmntxthings]

Orange Graffiti

author’s note: surprise! mikey x reader fic? anyone? c: get ready for some drama cause all is not what it seems mwahahaha

warnings: fluff, is graffiti illegal? i think so… small scale criminal activities

[you’re here] - next

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“Y/n I’m not so sure we should be doing this,” Mikey said hesitantly as he started climbing up the ladder after you. Up to the manhole. Every now and again he would look down half expecting one of his brothers or Splinter to come running, telling the two of you to stop. “Y/n” Mikey whined as you ignored him, he kept following though, not one to be left behind.

You knew he would follow because you knew he wanted to do this just as much as you did. When the both of you reached the surface and you covered the manhole behind Mikey, you decided to try and calm him down. He was bouncing up and down on his feet not able to stand still.

“Mikey, I swear this is legal in most states” Mikey didn’t look convinced as you rolled your shoulders, the weight from your backpack causing a slight strain.

“But is this legal here in the big pizza?” You shook your head and held in a sigh. He was still trying to make that saying a thing? “You mean the big apple?” You corrected him and it was his turn to shake his head.

“It should be pizza” He grumbled and watched as you started walking down the alleyway towards the New York City streets. He sighed and trailed after you, skipping to catch up then walked beside you keeping up with your pace.

“I don’t know it doesn’t flow off the tongue like apple does” you said as you looked out onto the sidewalks, empty as you knew it would be. No one would be up at 4 am at least not any sane person. Hence the two of you! Ha. With the coast clear you headed to your location, downtown.

“That’s your argument??” Mikey said incredulously, then his eyes narrowed. “Hey! Don’t try and distract me!” He crossed his arms, only now catching on.

“Worth a shot hehe” you finally turned to give him a glance, he was pouting. But nonetheless a trooper because he was still on your heels, trusting in you, well slightly.

“Y/n I don’t wanna get in trouble” His voice lowered as if he was scared to be overheard. Though no one was out and you beamed as you came to the spot, prime real estate for some bangin’ graffiti.

“The only way that would happen is if we get caught, and I’ve got no plans of that happening, do you?” You set your backpack down, and unzipped it to uncover cans upon cans of spray paint. Mikey crouched next to you, grabbing a can despite all his earlier complaints.

“Well no but still-“ Mikey started to say, “Shhhhh” You hushed him. “Look Mikey we are here, spray paint in hand, do you wanna do this or not?” You questioned as you put your free hand on your hip. He groaned and said no more as he turned to the blank canvas.

The side of a smooth building in an alleyway that was wide enough to probably accommodate two Raphs. Even though Mikey had reservations at first, a smile was spreading on his face as creativity sparked. You knew he had wanted to do this, watched him mark up almost every wall in the lair.

This would be the first time he had ever done this on the surface, where by morning, other people would pass by and see it. His artwork. You weren’t as talented as Mikey but you still had some fun, leaving Mikey the best spots to spray while you went further down or just sprayed lines and hearts on the cement.

Two hours later and the sun was starting to rise, “Mikey, we should probably head out,” you yawned. You had given up spraying and settled on the ground across from the orange turtle, watching him work. “One more thing,” he signed in orange at the bottom of his piece and stood back beaming, “Done!”

You rose from your spot and stretched out, Mikey turned to you dropping the almost empty can in his hand and closed the distance between the two of you. He picked you up underneath your arms and the two of you were spinning, “Y/n!! Thank you, I can’t believe we just did this!” He was ecstatic and you laughed happy to have done something for your friend.

He set you down back on your feet and the two of you picked up the cans, back into the backpack and made your way back to the lair. Mikey was pulling you along, running partly because of his happiness and the other because he knew at any moment someone could pass by.

Mikey would’ve taken you to the rooftops if he knew you could long jump but it was either risk you falling off a building or Mikey being seen. He’d be fine he thought, humans would probably be half asleep right now and just imagine they had seen a giant orange turtle running with a human at 6 in the morning.

He took the pack from you shoulders as you both reached the manhole, “after you m’lady” you rolled your eyes with a smile, “why thank you, such a gentle-turtle” he laughed at that and followed you again, this time down into the sewers.

#rise michelangelo #rise mikey #rise mikey x reader #rise turtles #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #tmnt fandom #teenage mutant ninja turtles #turtle bros #michelangelo #mikey #rise mikey x y/n #rise tmnt #tmnt 2018 #y/n #tmnt fluff #tmnt fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #rise fanfic

[undertale-outcode-imagines]

I'm back! Who am I? You don't know. My question is how would all of the boys react to his S/o getting a broken bone? Arm or leg, most likely leg.

:)

That is. Odd. But alright, hello kind stranger, thanks for the ask! No specific boios were mentioned, (and all of my characters would take a fucking year-) so I just went with the bad sanses because I'm feeling fluffily evil tonight

Also a few extras cause this is a fun prompt (more than a few extras actually, jesus fuck what did I just do)

Killer: When you first break your leg they're more than a tad shaken, but once you're on the mend, he's back to his gremlin self, and he will annoy the living shit out of you. And coerce you into playing crappy video games with them. Also, if you don't let them sign your cast they will cry. That would be so mean, why would you do that to the baby boi :'((((

Cross: He is a dumb little boy /pos who doesn't know how to help, but he makes a very nice cushion to sit on, and he has the best taste in anime to waste your time with. He also drew a little heart on your cast while you were asleep, and he denies it was him but here's a secret: it was him.

Nightmare: He is constantly resisting the urge to pick you up and carry you everywhere, but he respects your ability to handle yourself, so he will just lurk... And pick you up every time you even look like you're falling. At least he keeps track of your doctor's appointments for you?

Error: Aside from his strings being great at helping you keep your balance, it's also making little gifts to keep you comfortable. Most notable are blankets and pillows, but it will make literally anything under the sun for you.

Horror: Much like Cross, he doesn't know how to help. He really freaked out when he learned you were hurt, and you are not leaving his sight for a while. That's fine though, because you are spoiled with whatever you desire, especially food. It's important to a healthy recovery, don't you know?

Dust: He does not like seeing you hurt. He'd probably even avoid you for a bit- he feels guilty for not protecting you, and for not knowing how to help. After a bit he'll drift back to you, and although he's not much of a help otherwise, he's a nice cuddle buddy.

Ink: Fuck signing casts, he's painting entire masterpieces on your cast. They're really nice about helping you, although he sometimes. Forgets you have a broken leg, and tries to drag you out adventuring like normal. Ah well, Dream's around to remind him if you can't.

Dream: He's really regretting not learning healing magic. They want to help, damnit! He's upset he can't do more than entertain you and practically wait you on hand and foot, but he really puts his whole soul into keeping you happy. They sign your cast with a little sun and apple, and blush when you say it's cute.

Ivy: They do not like this one bit. It brings back memories they don't want to remember, and they hate seeing you hurt at all. They want to help, but it's too much emotional stress, so beyond cuddles, it's all on Nightmare and the rest of your friends to help you. That's okay though, because seeing your little partner doing well is rewarding.

Ash: Despite their skill with healing magic, it takes a pretty long while for you to be back at full health. They're there for you the whole time though, and they are a very warm cuddle buddy.

Red: He had a panic attack when he first heard you were hurt. He will worry his ass off caring for you, and probably comes off as really overprotective. He's still very sweet though, even if you're forbidden from leaving his couch for a month.

Crimson: He's threatening to murder whatever did this to you, even if it was something inanimate like a curb. And also probably blackmailing the best doctor around into trying to heal you. It's. ....Nice...????

#ive never broken anything beyond ribs so idk how leg casts work honestly #tagging this about to be a nightmare ugh #undertale #undertale headcanons #undertale multiverse #utmv #headcanon #x reader #nightmare sans #horror sans #passive nightmare sans #cross sans #ink sans #dream sans #dust sans #error sans #killer sans #fell sans #red sans #ash sans #crimson sans #mafiafell sans #xtale sans #horrortale sans #sans #undertale sans #sans x reader #undertale au

[littlemisspascal]

Crisp Apple

Part of The Fox, The Mage, and The Cupboard

Pairing: Javi x Female Reader

Word Count: 1900+

Summary: You closed The Cupboard this week except for emergencies, plus Santi doesn’t live anywhere in the nearby vicinity, so his presence in your kitchen makes zero sense except to annoy you.

Warnings: Magic AU with mages and familiars, Reader has a backstory but no name, worldbuilding, Santi being nosy, language, Bruja as an affectionate nickname, Javi doesn’t make an actual appearance in this one sorry y’all

Author Note: Had this idea and it wouldn’t leave me alone, plus I missed this little universe. Takes place at some point after Pomegranate Noir. Thank you everybody for the kind words of support 💜💜💜

Crisp Apple – Village Candle

This classic fragrance is loved for so many reasons. Offering the perfect balance of fruity florals and rich woods, this fragrance creates a world of familiar and forever loved scents, merged into one. With the clean crispness of apple, the petal soft prettiness of pear blossoms and the allure of applewood. Effortlessly perfect and uplifting.

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The annual meteor shower in Eldergrove is always a beautiful and extremely stressful event. The whole week, actually, is a hectic rush as the village residents prepare for the occasion with massive amounts of food and decorations galore. 

You love this time of year, love the buzz of excitement in the air, the way the night sky transforms into a stunning celestial spectacle. There’s nothing else quite like it.

Javi resembles a hyperactive puppy once he finds out what’s going on, talking incessantly throughout the days leading up to the shower about everything he wanted to see and experience.

Usually you’d spend the meteor shower amongst friends, such as Ginger and the Triple Frontier boys, stuffing yourselves full of yummy food and finding a spot in the market square with the best view. Sometimes Benny would bring along a bottle of ‘the good stuff’ from Whiskey’s, insisting it was necessary for the celebration. You’d only have a sip or two, wanting to actually remember the silver streaks lighting up the night come morning.

With this year being Javi’s first, you want it to be as close to perfect as possible. Which means devoting all your free time to planning. 

It’s Wednesday morning, two days before the shower, and you’re at your kitchen table looking over the schedule Anita Moreno put together announcing this year's events. (The village would be a total wreck without her leadership and organizational skills, you swear.) There’s a three-legged race, face painting, a pie judging contest—activities for all ages to have fun doing. You underline certain ones as you read, intending to talk to your familiar about them when he gets back from his run.

So distracted, you nearly choke on your drink when Santi drops into the chair across from you.

“Bruja,” the former-assassin-turned-folksinger says as though he didn’t just appear out of thin air, running a hand through his dark curls. There are strands of gray visible when the sunlight hits just right, making him look like a distinguished professor of literature or something equally pretentious.

You’ve long given up trying to get him to quit calling you a witch, so instead you look around your home, then back at Santi who stares back unperturbed.

“Pope,” you reply, taking great pleasure in watching his eyebrows twitch with irritation at the old military nickname the other boys bestowed upon him. “I’d say it’s nice to see you, but considering you broke into my house forgive me for being hesitant.” 

You closed The Cupboard this week except for emergencies, plus Santi doesn’t live anywhere in the nearby vicinity, so his presence in your kitchen makes zero sense except to annoy you.

“Really feeling the love today, sunshine,” Santi deadpans, snatching a shiny green apple from the bowl in the center of the table. He takes an obnoxiously large bite, adding around his mouthful, “And for the record, I didn’t break in, thank you very much. I mean, I totally could’ve, it would have been a piece of cake getting around those security enchantments. But since I’m your friend and a gentleman, I used your emergency key.”

You’re friends with all the Triple Frontier boys, it’s true, but some are closer than others. You’ve known Benny the longest since you were in school together, and Frankie takes you out to lunch every other Tuesday, but you’d trust any of the four with your life if it came down to it. Santi’s no exception even though he can be a bit of an asshole from time to time.

“How are things?” Santi asks, still munching on his stolen apple. It amazes you during moments like this how totally oblivious he can be to other peoples’ discomfort. And he doesn’t do it on purpose, he doesn’t thrive off misfortune, he genuinely isn’t aware of when he’s not wanted around.

“Fine,” you answer. Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “What brings you here exactly?”

“Eh,” he shrugs, “I was around.”

Around? The only thing around The Cupboard is Ivers Forest and no way Santiago ‘I fell from an eight-story building once or twice and had to get my knee completely replaced’ Garcia would go for a hike before 9am. 

“Bullshit.”

His mouth drops, offended. “It could be true.”

“But it’s not.”

“Yeah, but it could be—”

“Santiago.”

He rolls his eyes like you’re the one being ridiculous, then begrudgingly admits, “Okay, fine. I came because I want to talk to you about two things.”

You raise an eyebrow full of judgment. “And they were important enough for you to use my emergency key?”

“Extremely.”

Your eyebrow remains lifted high when he doesn’t elaborate, the beat of ensuing silence stretching past the thirty second mark. Part of you is curious to see how long it will last, if crickets will start chiming in, but your planning can’t wait forever for Santi’s silence to break.

“If you expect me to guess, I’m not going to,” you tell him bluntly. “I’m busy, Santi, so please get on with it already.”

“The night of the meteor shower, there’s going to be a little get-together at the Miller house.”

“Does Joel know about this party?” The older cousin of the Miller brothers has a notoriously well-known dislike of social gatherings. Since their return to Eldergrove, Will and Benny’s birthdays have all been celebrated at Whiskey’s, so you actually can’t remember the last time you went to their house. 

“It will be in the backyard so he doesn’t care as long as nobody steps on his garden.” Santi grins then, pointing a finger at your face. “You’ll be in attendance.”

And now there are two eyebrows of judgment aimed directly at Santi. 

“No, I don’t think so,” you say. Hanging out in the main square is one thing where it’s a public space, but the boys get extra rowdy at parties. Especially parties they plan themselves.

“Tough luck, bruja. You’re going,” Santi answers, wiggling his finger for extra emphasis.

You’re tempted to smack his hand, feeling a bit like a cornered animal. Something in your expression must give you away because he lowers the offending limb and offers a small, encouraging grin instead.

“Look, I know you’re not a fan of crowds. I get it. But the meteor shower only happens once a year and we’d all love it if you came.”

“And if I say no?”

Santi’s grin turns sharp. “Then we’ll throw the party here instead.”

Your heart goes still. Oh no. No, no, no. Once a few years back you’d made the mistake of offering your home as the setting for Frankie’s birthday, it had been absolute unbridled chaos. You still shudder when thinking about all the stains you’d had to clean up in the aftermath. 

Santi finishes his apple, throwing the core in the trash can with perfect aim. “So what’ll be?”

It’s your turn to roll your eyes. He knows exactly what your choice will be. Asshole.

“What about Javi? I can’t leave him alone on his first meteor shower,” you tell him, one last stubborn attempt at escaping Santi’s party plans.

Santi waves away your concern. “Javi won’t be alone. He already agreed to come along wherever we have the party.”

You sit up straighter, the first time you’ve heard of this. “When did he say that?”

“This morning. I passed him while he was out running.”

Sinking back down in your chair, your lips twist into a frown. Figures your social butterfly of a familiar would love to go out with the boys. Traitor.

“Funny you should bring up Javi,” Santi starts, crossing his legs and settling his hands on his knee far too casually to be believable, “he’s actually the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. Specifically, those feelings for him you’re absolutely shit at hiding.”

Instead of stopping this time, your heart kicks into overdrive, a wave of embarrassing warmth washing over you from head to toe. You clear your throat, masking your internal alarm with a cool expression of disinterest. Feelings for Javi? How crazy. How foolish. You definitely didn’t think about him all the time, or wish you could have his laugh recorded to play on loop, or a picture of his smile to carry around. Not one bit. Nope.

“What, uh,” you clear your throat again, finding it suddenly dry, “what are you talking about?”

Santi levels you with a look and then adds extra salt in the wound by snorting derisively. “Dios mío. I did say absolutely shit at hiding, didn’t I? Because you’ve seriously got the worst poker face I’ve ever seen.”

“Whether or not I have feelings—which I don’t—is none of your business, Santi,” you say, irritation making you sound snappish. You never bother the man about his love life, it isn’t fair for him to suddenly get involved with yours. 

Santi bites the inside of his cheek and ducks his head, seeming abashed. “I know, I know. I just…want you to be happy, bruja.”

The thing is, yes Santi’s an asshole, but he’s also got a soft heart deep, deep down. Everyone loves him. The Triple Frontier boys would follow him anywhere. And although his approach definitely needs some improvement, it’s kind of oddly sweet he’s trying to help things between you and Javi move along. But you don’t want the status quo to change. You like your relationship with Javi exactly as it is—nice and comfortable. 

“I am happy,” you say, much gentler than before. “Javi’s the best familiar I could have ever hoped for.”

Santi’s brow creases, and you can practically hear the gears in his head turning. “You really don't wish you two could be more than simply mage and familiar?”

“This is the meteor shower, Santi, not the Dandelion Wishfest,” you remind him, resisting the urge to rub at your forehead. You’re growing increasingly tired of this conversation. “And you and I both know wishes don’t work like that. A person’s feelings can’t be manipulated.”

“Manipulation? Are you kidding me? That fox adores you more than anyone in the world,” Santi argues, placing a fist down on the table, rattling your cup of tea. “He’s as bad as you are at hiding his heart eyes.”

His insistence is really starting to rub you the wrong way. You take a deep breath, forcing back down the thorny irritation stabbing you in the chest. “Things are good just the way they are. Please stop sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong.”

Santi hmphs, arms crossing over his chest, but he does finally let the topic die. A few seconds pass in peaceful morning quiet before he sniffs, drawing random designs on the tabletop with his index finger, and asks, almost petulantly, “You’re coming to the party, right?”

“Oh my gosh, yes, fine, you jerk,” you say with an eye roll, but it’s more theatrical than real. 

Even though you’re not fond of loud noises and big crowds, you know you’ll end up having a good time hanging out with your friends like you always do. Plus, Javi will be there to help with the worst of your anxiety, and the last thing you want to miss is seeing his face when the meteors start shooting across the sky.

“Great,” Santi says with a satisfied smile, then he stands up and waves your emergency key in his hand, produced from who knows where. “See you around, bruja. I’ll put this back where I found it, don’t worry. And also, I’ll be rooting for you and your fox to do us all a favor and kiss already!”

The asshole dodges the apples you throw at his fleeing backside with cackling laughter.

#javi g x reader #javi gutierrez x reader #pedrostories #my fic #My writing #the fox the mage and the cupboard

[mirclealignr]

halloween fair | jonathan byers.

-> warnings; mentions of fake blood & eyes.

jonathan could be a really spoil sport when he wanted to. he was so used to being concerned about what other people thought, that he almost forgot to have fun. the habitual routine of analysing his every move was beginning to grate on you.

“but isn’t this stuff for kids?” jonathan asked as he pulled up to the halloween fair, still skeptical of the night you had planned.

“get out of the car, jonathan,” you rolled your eyes, exiting his car and slamming the door shut, “it’s for anyone who wants to have fun,” you called out to him over the top of his car.

jonathan sighed and shook his head unconvinced, looking around to see if there was anyone who would recognise him, as if it wasn’t a painfully small town where everyone knew everyone. but he swallowed his pride and threw an arm around your shoulders, taking a deep breath and slapping a smile to his face.

“i think you’ll enjoy it if you give it a try,” you said honestly, “and if you really hate it, we can leave and grab a milkshake on the way home,” you winked.

“alright,” jonathan agreed.

the town fair had everything. from apple bobbing to ghost rides and a trick or treat trail, there wasn’t anything that hadn’t been though of. jonathan had managed to win you a little pumpkin plushie for hitting five balloons painted as eyeballs with a dart, which all squirted out a red liquid when they were popped—a display which had greatly amused your boyfriend.

the further the night progressed, the wider his smile appeared on his face, the type of smile that was free and unguarded. he seemed to be finding true joy in what he had stereotyped childish just mere hours before. but his enjoyment had brightened the night significantly, and you weren’t afraid to ask if he wanted to explore the haunted house.

“careful, there might be vampires in there. or werewolves!” joked jonathan, heading for the doorway.

“yeah, or ghosts!” you laughed along, holding his hand tightly.

“i’ll keep you safe,” jonathan promised, “i won’t let anything hurt you,” he added, leaning in gently for a kiss.

you let the warmth of his words spread into your heart, letting it pump through your blood, through your entire being. you met him half way for a quick kiss, savouring the taste and smiling against his lips.

“i promise i won’t run away without you,” you giggled, heading inside with jonathan trailing behind you.

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#jonathan byers fluff #jonathan byers fic #jonathan byers x reader #jonathan byers x you #jonathan byers blurb #jonathan byers imagine #jonathan byers fanfiction

[lampmanliveblogs]

After a brief hiatus, I return to you with episode 17. I don’t know the title of this one, so no guesses based on that. If I had to make any predictions… probably a follow-up on the stuff with Hunter. It’s probably not a good idea to just leave the traumatized boy alone in the woods. Luz would definitely try to find him and after she explains to Eda what was going on, she’d probably let Hunter stay in the Owl House.

The episode starts off with King and Luz preparing some cakes together. This reminds me of that one time earlier today when me and my sister made a cake together. My first thought, based mostly on the large container of apple blood there was that this is maybe for Eda’s birthday or something like that.

However, King says that he hopes ”they” will like it, implying more than one guest. Guests that King are eager to impress.

Oh, and Luz is wearing the same outfit she wore in Enchanting Grom Fright.

...I...wha-what?

Oh, so it was a dream. I had a hunch that was the case, based mostly on the fact that this came right the heck out of nowhere and made absolutely no sense.

Anyways, an episode about King again? Based on what I know of the final episode of the season (the name), I had kinda resigned myself to not getting any more on the King’s family plotline until then. So getting another episode on this plotline would be a pleasant surprise, but I really do hope we get to hear about Hunter too.

Eda says that Luz is ready to talk. Ready to talk about the events of Hollow Mind. After the intro sequence, we get some brief flashbacks to the recent events. And right out of the gate, we get this interesting revision to history.

Let’s slash and rend and crush and bruise!

Let’s curse the land in nine bright hues!

That’s… not how that went last episode, Luz.

This reminds me of Follies at the Coven Day Parade, where we got a flashback to the episode before, Yesterday’s Lie. More specifically, to the scene between Luz and Camila at the end of that episode. Luz’ recollection of Camila’s words were slightly different from the original, showing how she interpreted them differently. I think there might be a similar thing going on here.

The Collector’s original line was ”We’ll play forever, me and you, when you paint the land in nine bright hues!”

It’s interesting then that Luz heard that and got ”slash, rend, crush, and bruise” out of it. Which hey, based on what little I’ve seen of The Collector so far… that might be very well what they consider fun. So me and Luz have basically the same interpretation of this character

I feel like it might be significant that the writers have shown us twice in this season that Luz recalls certain things in a slightly different, slightly worse way than how they really happened. It might give a bit of insight into how she thinks. I’m not quite sure yet, I just felt the need to bring it up.

Those are some really good drawings, Luz.

I’m not only stopping here to say just that though, but to point out something I kinda missed in the previous episode.

Seeing that drawing of Belos’ reconstructed portal made me realize that even though we, the audience knew about it, Luz & Co. had now idea until now. I think I’ve mentioned before the possibility that if Luz wants to ever get back to the Human Realm, she’s going to have to use Belos’ portal. And now she knows he has a working portal, and the last of her Titan’s Blood reserve is gone… that’s pretty much her only choice.

Then again… Belos needs the portal for his evil plan, a plan that could possibly jeopardize all life in the Demon Realm. And at this point, one of the few ways to stop him would be to destroy the portal. For good, this time.

#the owl house #liveblog #the owl house liveblog #toh s2e17 #edge of the world

[evermorehqs]

CATCHING MY BREATH, STARING OUT AN OPEN WINDOW

Jubileena Bing is based on Jubileena Bing-Bing from Wreck It Ralph. She is a 22 year old human, cosmetics sales rep, and uses she/her pronouns. She has no powers. Jubileena is portrayed by Mikey Madison and she is taken.

CATCHING MY DEATH, AND I COULDN’T BE SURE

You attract more flies with honey than vinegar. While she wasn’t sure if that saying is true, it didn’t take Jubileena long to realize that it was easier to persuade people with kindness than anything else, even if it was all a front. Genuineness didn’t matter, most were too dumb to see through it. It hardly took any convincing. People were quick to accept a sweet, young girl at face value. She was the apple of her parents’ eyes, teachers loved her, and she never had any trouble making friends; she could just buy them if she needed to. Getting exactly what she wanted when she wanted it was not a struggle, she knew how to play the game and look good doing it. She never left her house without perfectly manicured nails and red lips, not a strand of hair out of place... except for on the track. Drag racing was the one place she could be her true, cutthroat self, without having to worry about people judging her. No, they rooted for her. Looking for ways to connect with Jubileena, her father convinced her to try it out at seven years old. She she wasn’t into the idea at first, but it only took one race for the hobby to completely take over her life. There was no question that she would get involved with the Sugar Racers shortly after her arrival to Evermore. It wasn’t the same kind of racing she was used to, but that hardly mattered to Jubileena. She had found her people. Most of them were as brutal as she was, though they didn’t hide it as well. If you asked her, they were lacking control. The thing was, she didn’t care so much about winning, she just had fun flying around the curves and edging the others into walls. Life was another story. While she viewed it as competition as well, there was more at stake than a silly little ribbon with #1 painted on it. Tiffany may have been obsessed with being the best on the track, but the blonde seemed to miss the bigger picture. Fame and trophies were an added bonus, but it meant nothing without the money and intelligence to back them up. Without her dad around to fund her every desire, she wound up with a job as a cosmetics sales rep, manipulating customers into paying for the highest brand to cushion her own pocket, and it made her more than enough to live comfortably. Jubileena isn’t entirely sure what her goal is yet, but once she figures it out, she’s damn sure that everyone better watch their backs.

I HAD A FEELING SO PECULIAR

❀ Mertle Edmonds: Poor Mertle is just about as helpless as girls come, but she’s sure that she can find a way to spin that to benefit her. Even though Jubileena really can’t stand the other girl, for the time being, she’s staying on her good side. ❀ Catherine Shire: It isn’t often that Jubileena idolizes anyone other than herself, but there’s something mystical about Cat that leaves her starry eyes. It isn’t that she wants to be her, but maybe, just maybe, she wants to be underneath her. ❀ Bobby Zimuruski: He might just be her favorite play thing, one of many boys to flirt with to pass the time. She’s sure she will persuade him eventually, and it only makes it more exciting to believe she could crush him under her heel with ease.

THAT THIS PAIN WOULD BE FOR EVERMORE

#disney rp #mikey madison #wreck it ralph #jubileena bing bing #sugar racers #female bio #no powers #taken bio #taken female

[twstinginthewind]

[  MOUTH  ]:     could see this for Carol Punch

[  LAUGH  ]:     this for Joker April?

"I Love You" prompts

[mouth]

Punch met his sister at the entrance to the Heartslabyul rose garden, waving cheerfully. "Thanks for letting me come to the Unbirthday party! I heard this is a tough event to get invited to, for non-dorm members."

Joker made a face. "You know how it is, there's a zillion rules. But I was able to stress how it wasn't going to impact the unbirthday status, since, you know." She gestured with her thumb and pinky between them, moving her hand back and forth. "Twins. No risk." She took him by the arm and lead him forward. "I got you a seat with me and my roomie and a couple of in-house friends, you're gonna get along smashingly. Just follow our lead, and remember the poems Pops used to recite to us. You'll fit in perfectly!"

He self-consciously tugged at the jacket of his own dorm uniform. The stark black and blue seemed a little out of place among the warm colors around him. Joker noticed, and gave him a sympathetic look.

"For what it's worth? I think you'd've looked smashing in checks. We can still see about a transfer..."

"Nah; I think I'll be okay where I'm at. I think I get how the place works, now. And besides, the mirror saw what we needed in our reflections, right? We are where we're meant to be." He gave his twin what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and she relaxed a little.

(Continued and the second story under the break!)

"ANYway. Here we are!" She brought him over to a small table at the side of the garden, covered in a white lacy tablecloth and set with colorful dishes. Three of the five seats were occupied by other Heartslabyul members, who nodded at Punch genially. Joker leaned over and whispered to her brother. "I think you've already met everyone at some point, but if you need a refresher, just throw a sugar cube at me."

"I should be fine," he laughed, and greeted their tablemates as he sat down.

Joker patted his shoulder, still standing. "I'm gonna go and make sure Ace and Deuce aren't setting anything on fire, bro. I'll be right back. Get comfy; the fun starts soon."

She darted off, brown curls bouncing behind her, and Punch began making small talk with the tiny bespectacled girl in the seat next to him. As they chatted, a flash of green caught his eye.

He turned his head, trying to find the source of the odd color out of this red, black, and white landscape, and his mouth dropped open. There, behind Deuce and Ace (who were laughing at something his sister was saying, as all three made ridiculous arm gestures), stood his girlfriend Carol, lovely in a bright green sundress. He heard a tiny giggle from his tablemate, and he apologized.

"No, don't worry," the girl said. "It's unusual to have more than one outside guest for this event. I'm sure that she'd be as shocked to see you, as well." She leaned an elbow onto the table. "I wish I could have drawn your face, though. It was quite the look!"

Punch reddened a bit at that, and smiled sheepishly. "Make sure you have your pencil next time I'm amazed, then." He kept watching the group across the garden, hand raised slightly to give a wave when she looked his way.

And... yes. Joker was pointing towards their table, and the other three turned his way. He gave them all a weak little wave. The two boys nodded a greeting at him, while Carol looked like she was saying something. Punch squinted slightly to see it better.

What he thought he saw her say, was: Hello, Punch! Didn't expect to see you. We'll talk soon. I love you!

His cheeks went even redder as he gestured back, fingertip and thumb forming a little heart, and the girl next to him giggled again. "Now I really wish I had my sketchbook."

[laugh]

A week later, at a café in town, Joker and April sat together, sharing an apple tart and a little pot of rooibos tea. A small bunch of red and white roses tied with a checkered ribbon lay on the table between them, traces of paint on their leaves. Joker was mid-anecdote, her face animated as she told her story.

"... and even though we ALL saw it, me an' Ace an' Deucey, do you know what Carol told us she was trying to tell him? She said that what she was saying was OLIVE SHOES. Can you stand it?" Joker slapped her hand against her thigh, hooting with laughter. "I mean, don't be all embarrassed about it. I'm only his sister, lady. You're allowed to be nice to him."

"That must have been mortifying, though," April said with a giggle, wiping the corner of her uncovered eye with a napkin. "I mean, trying to cover like that? Did your brother find out that she said that?"

"Nope! I ain't gonna tell him, neither." Joker smugly picked up her tea, tossing her ponytail back. "He deserves some happiness, and if it's a cute girl saying nice things that brings it to him, all the better." She raised the teacup to her lips, and took a sip.

"So that means you both like the same things, huh?" April deadpanned, making Joker almost pass her sip of tea through her nose. "Twins, go figure."

"Oh my SEVEN, April. That's so cute. I love you," Joker spluttered as she put her cup down, shoulders shaking with laughter. "You're too funny."

April wanted to respond in kind, but she was too busy being uncomfortably aware of all the blood in her body rushing to her face. She picked up her own teacup and took a long sip of her own, to try and downplay the blush.

#twisted wonderland oc #punch carder #joker carder #friend's ocs #carol ann #april richter #story #also a cameo from a lil' violet and team braincell #April joking around AND low-key complimenting herself in the same breath?? how far you've come my darling!!

[silvanils]

The Pull of Gravity

This fic can also be found on Ao3 here!   

Early in the morning, Kieran slips out of his quarters wearing commoner’s clothes and a worn cloak to hide his nice satchel. He wants nothing more than to sneak out through the servant’s quarters and be gone before anyone can even miss him, with the little note he left on his bed explaining his intentions.

‘I just don’t want to be stuck in the Palace today. I hope you understand.’

But just before he left the royal wing, he hears a door creak open.

“Kieran? Is that you?” Alistair asks, his voice hoarse. “What’s going on?”

Kieran turns to face him, grimacing at just how tired the King actually looks. Had he even been asleep? Belatedly, Kieran realizes how this must look to Alistair. “I’m not running away, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he says, sighing as he grips the edge of his cloak. “I just… don’t want to stay here today. It’s too stuffy. No offense.”

Alistair huffs quietly, his lips turning up in amusement. “Understandable. It’s… quite a change, isn’t it? Being stuck here, when you’re used to wandering about wherever you please?” He shifts a little, leaning against the door’s frame as he studies Kieran. “As long as you promise to be back by nightfall, I won’t stop you from leaving.”

“Thank you,” Kieran says, giving the King a quick bow before he darts off.

.

It’s late when he returns — nearly nightfall, but not quite. The long days of summer have begun to dwindle, and Kieran had been having so much fun in the alienage… time had very nearly gotten away from him.

Alistair is waiting for him in the kitchens, dressed in such a way he could be mistaken for a commoner himself. Kieran grins when he sees the tray of sweets sitting on the counter, takes one before he sits down across from his father. “Mm, these are really good!”

“I’m glad you like them,” Alistair says. “A little bird told me you liked apples and it’s hard to make an apple cake, so… I hoped these would suffice.” He pauses. “Of course, if you’d like a cake instead…”

Kieran swallows his last bite and frowns slightly. “Did the little bird also tell you what today is?”

“No. That wasn’t hard to figure out,” Alistair sighs.“I always knew you were probably born in the fall. Kingsway, most likely? And… today was special to you for some reason.”

“Twas a good deduction,” Kieran concedes, smiling a little. But he can’t fight the way his chest suddenly gets tight, or the tears that well up in his eyes. “Sorry,” he whispers, trying to hide his face behind his hands. “I just…”

As if by some force of gravity, however, Kieran finds himself pulled into a big, warm hug. “It’s okay,” his father says, voice low and soothing. “You don’t have to hide your tears from me.”

So he doesn’t. He lets them all out, even the ones he’d been holding back for quite some time. And afterwards, when Alistair gently ruffles up his hair to soothe him, Kieran leans into the gesture even though it’s… new, for them.

“I did have one more thing for you,” Alistair says, quietly. “I’m not sure if it’s suitable — if it’s not, I can always get you something else.”

“You… got me a present?” Kieran asks, still reeling from flood of emotions. Alistair pulls a little box out of some pocket in his coat and holds it out. Curious, Kieran takes it and pries it open to peer at the item inside —

A hawk-bone charm, carved with glyphs for protection, health, and wisdom.

“This is a Chasind amulet,” Kieran says, stunned. “How…?”

“I talked to some people,” Alistair says, rubbing his neck a little bashfully. “Asked them a lot of questions, and… told them you’d be fifteen this year, which… is a big deal, right? For you?”

Kieran nods, carefully adjusting the tie on the amulet before tugging it over his head. “If I had grown up in the Wilds… I might have been allowed to start painting my face, now.”

He doesn’t expect the King to understand all the nuances of that, but… Alistair understands enough of it. His expression is proud and uneasy at the same time. “Maker’s breath,” he sighs, shaking his head. “Look at you. I know people say children grow up fast, but… it’s still hard to believe you’re nearly grown.”

As he tucks the amulet under his clothes, Kieran can’t hold back a smile. Of course Alistair would feel this way — after all, his child had been a nebulous idea to him until a few months ago. He wonders if the King had still been imagining him as a small boy, growing up far away…

“It’s a fine gift,” Kieran says, leaning in to hug his father again. “Thank you.”

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