#I love this trio of gummy bears

[anemptypuddingcup]

Wait. Just a dream!?

A foursome practice fic with reader and the monster trio. (Luffy, Zoro, and Sanji)

Contains; Sad!Reader. Reader is upset for an unknown reason. Luffy, Zoro, And Sanji pleases Reader to help her feel better. Slight voyeurism. (From Sanji.) Tag-teaming. Taking turns. Vaginal and Anal. (Look this is my first time writing for anal, bear with me I be afraid to write about it sometimes.) Sweet aftercare. It all was just a dream. (Or was it?)

“Oi ________, you feelin’ alright today”

“What’s got you so mopey today woman?”

“________-San? Are you alright love?”

“________ looks so sad today…”

That’s all you’ve been hearing all day, the voices of the crew asking you if you were alright. You didn’t understand why, I mean did they notice that you were feeling upset today? You’ve made sure that they wouldn’t notice, but then maybe it was something about your demeanor that gave it away. You really didn’t know what made you feel upset, maybe it was the constant stress that you were putting in your body. You were pretty stressed, so it wouldn’t be a surprise if it began to affect your mental and emotional health.

“I don’t know if I’m okay…I don’t feel…okay.” You said quietly at the table. The crew stared at you with worrisome looks, they knew something wasn’t right with you. “Did something happen?” Chopper asks, patting your shoulder to make sure you were alright. You shook your head and quickly finished the meal on your plate. “No…nothing happened, I’ll be fine, really.” You reassured everyone, leaving your plate on the table and walking out of the kitchen. You went to your room and relaxed yourself on your bed, sighing out of sheer sadness. You didn’t know what was wrong with yourself, but you decided to try and sleep off this overwhelming feeling. You slowly slipped into your blankets and closed your eyes, trying your best to drown out all the noise and sleep.

Your rest didn’t last for a while but it was good sleep, though something had slowly startled you awake. You began feeling pleasure release from your lower region, causing you to moan out. You felt nimble fingers massaging your clit while something wet and warm wriggled inside of your warm gummy walls. You breathe heavily and turn over on your side, ultimately making you feel even more pleasure from the inside. “Ahh, f-fuck~” You moaned as your walls tighten around the unknown force that was pleasuring you. Your squirmed and moved a bit as the pleasure became more overbearing.

You slowly peek your eyes open as the pleasure slowly knocked you out of your sleep. “Hey, she’s waking up.” You hear Luffy say, his tone low yet soothing to your ears. “Hmm she is? I don’t wanna stop~” Sanji moaned as he swirls his tongue around your clit. Luffy shifts over to Sanji, demanding that he’d move over to let him have a taste of you as well. “Oi Sanji, it’s my turn! Move over!” Luffy demands, shoving Sanji over. You hear Zoro huff beside you as he peppers kisses onto your neck and collarbone. You eyes finally shoot open as you look around frantically, seeing two of your shipmates and your captain before you.

“E-Eh!? Luffy? S-Sanji? Zoro!” You went into a sudden daze as your brain was unable to process what the hell was going on. Your mind suddenly shifts back to Luffy and Sanji as they diligently pleasured your pussy. Sanji was still suckling on your clit while Luffy’s tongue explored your walls and massaged your g-spot. You propped your body up on your elbow while your hand reaches for Zoro’s mossy hair. “G’mornin’ princess~” Zoro whispers in your ear and peppers another kiss onto your neck. His fingers pinched and massaged your nipples, adding more stimulation to your body. “P-Please~ W-What’re y’all d-doing!?~” You suddenly moan as Zoro sucks on one of your nipples.

Your question goes unanswered until Sanji lifts his head to face you, replacing his tongue with his fingers onto your clit. “We noticed how sad you were, so we came to help you feel better and make you happy again love~” Sanji smiled as he moves his mouth back to your clit. You felt your eyes roll to the back of your head as Luffy and Sanji’s tongues picked up speed. “A-Ah! P-Please you all didn’t have t-to!~~” You gasp, shivering under them as your toes began to curl from the pleasure. “You taste so good ________~ I wish we could do this all day~” Luffy’s giggled as he slides his hand up your thigh slowly.

You let out more moans and whimpers as you began to buck your ups against their mouths. Zoro softly gets a hold of your chin and turns your to towards his direction. “They’re doing a good job, aren’t they baby?” Zoro asked, still teasing your nipples. You nodded and let out another gasp as your felt your orgasm rushing up. “Ah! Ah!~ M-M’gonna!~” You whimper as you threw your head back against the pillow. Zoro kisses you, making you whimper and moan out of desperation into his kiss. “P-Please~ M-MCUMMING!~~” You moan loudly as you cum onto Sanji’s tongue with Luffy quickly rushing to get a taste of your sweet essence. “You taste so sweet, ________-Sannnn~” Sanji moans, pressing a few kisses onto your clit to ride out your high. Luffy moans from the taste of your essence hitting his tongue, trying to move Sanji out the way to get more of your taste.

You breathe heavily, trying your best to catch your breath after Luffy and Sanji had just tag-teamed you. You lay your head against Zoro’s shoulder and he pulls your in closer him, giving you a loving kiss. “Well? Did that feel good ________?” Luffy asked, his smile growing wider. You nodded and smile softly, still breathing rather heavily. “Don’t think we’re over yet, I still haven’t gotten a turn yet because of these idiots.” Zoro huffs in annoyance. Luffy and Sanji moved away from your dripping cunt and climbs onto the bed with you and Zoro.

You slowly sit up and noticed Luffy laying down onto his back. He smiled as he pulled his briefs off to free his aching cock. He was hard and pent up, ready to feel your warm and gushy cunt wrapped around his cock. “Cmon! Don’t just stare at me like that ________~” Luffy giggles. You blushed deeply but crawl over to Luffy, setting your hips onto his cock. You slowly rubbed your slit over Luffy’s dick, making him let out a few desperate groans. He softly grabs your hips and helps you steady onto his dick, pressing his tip against your entrance. You both share a lengthy moan as Luffy slowly pulls you down onto his cock. “O-Ohhh~ You’re strangling me here~” Luffy jokes as he slowly began to move your hips. You moan as you wrap your arms around Luffy’s body as Luffy began thrusting up into you.

“I-IDIOT! DON’T GO TOO FAR AHEAD WITHOUT ME!” Zoro yelled as he pulled a container off of your nightstand. Luffy groans in desperation, he couldn’t help but to rut into you since your walls were sucking him in. Zoro opens the container of lube and slowly poured the substance onto your ass, making you yelp and jolt from the coldness of the liquid hitting your warm skin. “C-COLD! SO COLD!” You yelp, arching your back. Zoro’s hands moves to your hips and around Luffy’s as he slowly rubs his cock against your rear entrance. “I’m gonna go slowly, and you tell me if it starts to hurt okay? Don’t be nervous to say anything.” Zoro says, kissing against your neck. You nod, giving him the consent to fuck you from behind.

He slowly pushes into your ass, making you moan slightly. But you start to breathe a little heavy from the uncomfortable feeling of Zoro sliding into you. “S-Slow! H-Hold on~” You gasp, making Zoro immediately stop. “You alright?” He asked. Your breathing slowed, making you relax once again. You began to feel rather full with Luffy fully inside of you and Zoro halfway inside of you. You nod. “Y-You can keep going now~” You sigh. Zoro slowly continues his pushing back in, his cock getting closer and closer to bottoming out inside of you. “You’re doing good, I’m almost in alright?” Zoro whispered. You let out a loud gasp as you felt Zoro’s cock suddenly bottoms out inside of you. “Alright, I’m gonna start moving okay?” He said. You nodded, making Luffy and Zoro move their hips into you.

You moan as both of them hit your soft and sensitive spots, making the pleasure so unbearable for you to handle. You turn to Sanji who happened to bed left out of your little lovemaking. “S-Sanji~” You call out to him. Sanji lifts his head and smiles back at you. He gets up and slowly walks over to you, getting a beautiful view of you and your scrunched up face. “God, you look so sexy getting fucked by them~ You look beautiful in any position ________-San~” Sanji moaned as his body shivers from the arousal of seeing you get fucked by Luffy and Zoro. “S-She feels so good too~ I don’t think I can last a little longer~” Luffy gasps, thrusting his hips deeper into you. Zoro nodded in agreement, groaning as he felt your ass tighten around him.

Sanji stood over you and you looked up at him with a pleasured and fucked out face. “S-Sanji~ I-I want you in on it too.” You pouted followed by a sudden moan. Sanji slowly and softly strokes his cock and presses his tip against your soft lips. You moan in delight as you immediately swirl your tongue around his length, making him shiver from the sudden sensation of your tongue. He places a hand on your head, his hand running through your soft locks as you sucked him off. “Ohh~ You’re doing so good with your tongue h-honey~” He moans.

You moan as you looked up at him, feeling yourself grow closer to your climax as Luffy and Zoro picked up the speed of their movements. “O-Oh fuck you’re tightening up~” Zoro groans, pushing your body down farther into Luffy’s. You moan loudly as you felt them both go deeper into your insides. Sanji moaned as he feels you suck harder onto his cock. He softly grips your head and slowly begins to fuck your throat, with you moaning as his tip hits the back of your throat. All four of you melted into each others pleasure as you felt yourselves fall deep into the ecstasy. “A-Ah~ I-I can’t hold it in any l-longerrr~” Luffy moans as he felt your body push tightly against his. Zoro couldn’t even function as he chase the hell out of his high, the sounds of his hips slapping against your ass grew louder. “Ah! F-Fuck!~” He breathes as his grip tightens around Luffy’s hands on your hips.

“O-Oh goddd, I-I’m gonna cum my love!~” Sanji moaned loudly as he threw his head back. He pulls your head farther onto his dick as he cums down your throat, his hips stuttering against your face. He whimpers as he rides out his high with a few more thrusts into your mouth. His moans grew whiny as he slowly pulled out of your mouth. A trail of cum and saliva connects from your lips to Sanji’s tip. You didn’t even have much time to recover as Luffy and Zoro pounded both of your holes. You hold on to Luffy’s body tightly as all three of you felt your orgasms rushing up.

“Hah! M-M’cumming! F-Fuck!~” Luffy pulls your body tightly in his embrace as he cums deep into your pussy. “O-Oh godd, I’m c-cummimggg~ I-I’m gonna fucking cummmm!~” You whimper as your pussy spasmed around Luffy’s dick. Tears pricked at your eyes as Luffy filled your pussy up to the brim with his cum. Zoro lets out a low grunt as he slowly pulls out of your ass and cums onto your back, to ride out his high he slowly grinds his cock against the plush flesh of your ass. You lie against Luffy, a little smile appearing on your face as you felt happy and full from his cum. “Hahh, That was good! You did good ________~” Luffy smiles and presses a kiss onto your head, his arms still wrapped around your body to keep your warm.

You breathed heavily against Luffy’s body while he rubs soft circles into your back. Luffy slowly pulls out of you, earning moans from you both. His cum leaks out of your pussy, making you both hum with such delight. “Ooh~ I creampied you!~ Fuck you look so pretty filled with my cum~” Luffy groans, his half-lidded eyes staring into yours. Luffy helps sit you up and lies you back against the soft cushions of your pillow. “There, just relax right there. We’ll take care of you okay?” Luffy says softly. You nodded, still breathing heavily. Sanji crawls onto the bed as Luffy and Zoro wraps their arms around your body. Sanji lays his head against your tummy, pressing little kiss onto it while whispering sweet little praises to you. “You did so good ________-San~” Sanji praises softly. You let out a little sigh followed by a yawn as you rest your back against your pillows.

“Aww, she’s gettin’ tired again~” Zoro said, peppering a kiss onto your cheek. “Go back to sleep ________! We’ll see you in the morning~” Luffy whispers into your ear. Sanji pecks your lips and smiles. “Goodnight love, we’ll see you tomorrow~” Sanji says softly.

Their words fade out of your mind and back into darkness where you started.

Your eyes shoot open as your shot up from your pillow. Holy shit, was that a dream? It didn’t feel like it at all. You peek under the sheets to look at your body and realized that your pussy was leaking all over the sheets and mattress. “I must’ve…came in my sleep.” You sighed, stretching from a good night’s rest. You were still confused on the dream you had though. It felt so real yet it probably wasn’t, just your thoughts playing tricks on you. At least the dream made you feel a lot better than before.

After you had that dream mixed with your good sleep, you were in a wonderful mood. The dream had cured your sadness and everyone noticed. Luffy was the first to notice and he was happy to know that you felt a lot better. “Ohhh!! You feel a lot better now!!? I’m glad!” He beamed, hugging you. “Yeah, I had a good dream so I guess that’s what cured it.” You thought out loud. “What kind of dream was it?” Luffy asked, looking intently at you. You blushed deeply and turned away from him. “Ah- I can’t tell you that Luffy..” You said, your mind pulling a flashback of the dream back to your mind. Luffy giggles in response to your reaction.

“Well, at least it made your mood better!” Luffy said waking off into the kitchen. You let out a little chuckle, happy that the dream made your mood better.

“Phew, nice job cleaning her up last night Sanji!” Luffy said, nagging an apple off the table. Sanji blew out a bit of smoke he took from his cigarette. “I’m guessin’ she didn’t notice that it was real?” He asked, sitting there at the table. “Nope! She assumed it was a dream! Though I kinda wish she thought it was real…” Luffy pouted. “Well, maybe she’ll realize it sooner or later.” Zoro sighed as he walks into the kitchen.

All three of them could never tell you that it was real, even if they wanted to.

A/N; tbh i enjoyed writing this one so i hope y’all enjoyed reading it! Plus this was my first time writing for like a polyamorous relationship.✨

Also, there will be a special Trafalgar fic coming soon!

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#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff #one piece zoro #op zoro #zoro smut #zoro fluff #one piece sanji #op sanji #sanji smut #sanji fluff #one piece x female reader #puddingcupfics

[blankdblank]

Around the world in 90 days

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How Deadpool and Oc became besties

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Oc got to the airport and found out a new friend to her former bestie decided to change the group vacation that had been planned for half a year and demanded oc go to change the tickets to their chosen destination instead. Oc at the ticket desk exchanges all the spare tickets for her former friends to sit in first class, something they will have to do for the entire three month world tour vacation they had planned to have a better time alone in much better pampered environments.

Rome is the first stop and on a stroll by the beach after their first timid trip out alone since shutting off notifications on their phone to ignore the furious ex friends back home who now have to pay their own way they stop at a street corner waiting for traffic so they can get a treat from the sweet shop on the way to their private coliseum tour. Deapool still smoking a bit from his last stop looks down at them when they look up at him, “Hello,” oc says and gets a nod and a “Hey, how’s it going. Haven’t seen you in a while usually you’re half dead like I am on the bus at three am back home.”

“Vacation, saved half a year for this trip.”

“Nice,” he says and looks forward as oc does, a familiar night owl he was curious but slightly glad to see halfway across the globe after his last hired job in a long string of jobs.

“Do you like gelato?” Oc asks and he looks down to see them looking up at him again.

“Yes,” he answers. “I’m a sugar nut, any more sugar in my diet and the docs say I’ll turn into a murder happy gummy bear.”

“Do you like the coliseum?” Oc asks and he reaches up to lift up his mask.

“You’re not very good at small talk are you? You can relax, seem a bit tense. I may be half blood right now but I’m not gonna hurt you.” He looked forward at the man who glanced back at him and blew a kiss making the man turn around again so he could look back to oc.

“I broke up with my friends and I have a three month vacation around the world tour pass thing, the coliseum is at two, goes on a tour of ruins till nightfall and there’s a torch lit dinner under the stars, fancy wine and all that, and I figure I might not get murdered or as many pity stares if I don’t spend the next nine hours alone with tour guides and sitting at a table for six.”

“Oh,” he said excitedly and smiled at you, “Can I bring a friend? You know him, the big sour gummy bear who’s often also half dead in the bus with me. Not his brother, we’re not talking to Victor right now, he knows what he did, and we’re very cross with him. Give me ten minutes meet you for gelato.” And he turned to sprint off after getting oc’s nod mid being a friend suggestion.

Wolverine is soon being seen with the now changed and possibly just dunked in a barrel of water still dropping Deadpool, both in variations of colors of jeans, t shirts and styles of boots. The friend does not talk very much but as the hours he is coaxed out by leaning in to correct in whispers comments the tour guides make, having been alive in the time frame of the 1800’s some of the facts that are shared with the odd trio. But Deadpool seems to vanish I’m excusing himself during supper until he comes back in a tux and slices off the back of Wolverine’s shirt to help his scowling friend who not so subtly has been adoring oc for months now into a fancier shirt, tie and suit jacket. The table cloth is changed and now Deadpool is playing waiter and helps to make the night all the more romantic.

“I would love to say this is odd for him,” Wolverine says with a sigh mid slice of his next bite of food, “But, he gets so much worse than this.”

“Oh, okay.” And after a few moments oc asks, “Do you like Spain?”

And his eyes lift up to meet oc’s, “In what context? I got a few hundred years worth of bones to pick with certain parts of Spain.” Only luring Deadpool over to whack Wolverine in the arm with the cloth he then used to help him pour the wine to refill their glasses. “Love Spain, take it you’ve got spare tickets?”

“Five.”

“Well we’re already packed!” Deadpool said excitedly and hurried off, “Dessert should be almost ready!”

“What happened in Spain?” Oc asked curiously.

“Tried to set me on fire a few times. Witchcraft and all that,” oc nods and he looks them over as she says, “Get it, had a kid try to set my hair on fire at work once when I wouldn’t let him into his hero’s suite.”

“I’m sorry, what?!” Both guys asked when she looked down at her plate again.

#Deadpool #oc bestie #Wolverine #Deadpool plays matchmaker #xmen #marvel

[catgirldisaster]

my bestie @flowers-all-around-me tagged me in this game so i thought i would do it OwO

Rules: Share 10 facts about yourself and tag 10 other blogs! I want to get to know my mutuals, and the people I follow a little bit :) The facts can be about anything!

1. i love spending money on traditional art supplies despite being mainly a digital artist. something about owning lots of brushes and paints just makes me happy :')

2. i developed lactose intolerance in adulthood and now i can't drink milk :(((

3. whenever i hear the words "among us" in any context, my brain switch flips and i am incapable of not making a joke about the game

4. my online nickname "Catnice" is an intentionally misspelled variant of Katniss from the Hunger Games and even i sometimes forget that

5. i spent an unholy amount of money in Genshin Impact and own a c6 Scaramouche (and i always have to tell people because i also saved up for 6 months to get him and i am so proud of it)

6. i had tickets to see my favourite band for over 3 years before i was able to see them thanks to covid :')))

7. i always pick the orange coloured sweets/gummy bears or orange drinks. orange is not even a colour i particularly like but orange food my beloved <3

8. i believe that i must have some sort of luck superpower because so many things in my life have worked out solely out of pure chance.

9. i have tried many crafting hobbies and loved all of them and it makes me incredibly sad that i do not have enough time to pursue them all :'(

10. every day i wake up with a different song playing in my head and it stays there on loop for the whole day :)

unfortunately i am not proficient enough in tumblr to even follow 10 people so i cannot tag you lmao... but tagging @healixblackcat so we complete the bestie trio <3

#it is so hard to come up with 10 facts when they can be about anything lol #this was harder than i thought it would be :')

[biperhart]

I'm reading the list of the 10 worst Henry danger episodes and telling u how accurate I personally think it is

first on the list

#1- visible brad

this episode wasnt bad at all bro. hating the hanging upside down thing. that's just never funny for some reason. BUT WE GOT HENRY IN EYELINER. Lowkey underrated. definitely NOT the worst episode. solid 8/10 episode

#2- escape room

kinda facts. this was truthfully not their best work. especially for being in season 5. mostly because mika was being annoying asf. other than that I think it was a good episode just like. could've been better. i hate the aunt/cop

#3- Charlotte gets ghosted

NOT ACCURATE. I'd probably put this more towards the end of the best episodes list. its so underrated. it was also literally a hensper episode.

#4- love bytes.

THIS EPISODE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER BECAUSE IT WAS ACTUALLY GREAT. RAYS SWORD? AMAZING. CHENSPER RECITING THE COMMERCIAL????? MY FAVORITE TRIO MOMENT OF ALL TIME. RAY CRUMBLING TO PLATINUM CHIP tO SHOW HIS LOVE FOR SCHWOZ??? ICONIC. STOP IGNORING IT.

#5- game of phones

ehhhh that's pretty true. didnt like the beginning bc it was lowkey stupid. the only reason for this episode was just a buildup to the finale and to introduce chapa. I didn't like the fight scene but I get why the episode happened.

#6- envygram wall

no bc it's actually good. I really liked this episode? it doesn't deserve to be on this list smh. piper served. Charlotte was iconic. Jasper was dying a slow death via gummy bear but it was ok.

#7- fate of danger part 1

????????? literally what. I do think part 2 was better and so we're the episodes before it. plus i hate drex. but I think that it was good. probably shouldn't be on this list bc it was necessary.

#8- secret room

WTF??? NAH BC THIS EPISODE WAS FIRE. LITERALLY ONE OF MY FAVORITES. THE CHURRO? THE PARTY? THE KARAOKE THING? SHUT UP

#9- back to the danger pt 2

yeah this is lowkey accurate. it's not my least favorite episode but its not one im gonna be excited to watch again. tbh I think I just don't have the attention span for 2 parters

#10- thumb war

yeah lowkey facts. for an episode with jerry trainer it was such a flop. I liked the Henry and ray moments in the rocket and I thought the guys were nice at first but like. once they got annoying it all went downhill. not the worst episode but I'd agree with it being the tenth worst.

#Henry danger #there's 15 more on the list but those msde me so mad bc they were actually really good episodes #like all my favorites were on this list for no reason #Henry danger force #Jace Norman #kid danger #Henry hart #Charlotte Page Bolton #ray manchester #Jasper Dunlop #piper hart #hi I'm talking

[eflen-n-reegee]

Regressors Daphne Peters, Tilda Darlings, and Petula Thames Headcanons (Braid)

Heads up: this film contains mental illness stemming from trauma, violence, murder, self-harm, attempted suicide, drug use, sexual scenes, and it’s very confusing.

It was an ordinary house - was, once upon a time. Now, though… There’s always milk in the fridge and gummy bears in the cupboard, even though no one’s been to the store in a very long time. The calendar always reads August 8th, no matter how many weeks have passed. The girls are always girls, however gray their hair becomes. Maybe Daphne did it all by herself - it’s her house, after all. Maybe they all wove the spell together - the rules still call for all of them. It doesn’t matter, really; explanations aren’t as important in their world. They don’t need to understand the game - they only need to play it.

Daphne

She regresses the most out of the trio, and her age tends to fluctuate dramatically. She is older while she is the “mother”, but she immediately becomes younger and fussy when the others aren’t listening.

(She definitely pulls the “my house, my rules” card a LOT.)

It can be hard to tell when she is actually regressed; her mental illness makes her non-regressed behavior and her regressed behavior very similar. The most obvious difference is, when she is regressed, she doesn’t care about having a baby. She already has Tilda!

She’s very much a creature of habit and is the only one of the three who really likes schedules.

Her favorite game is obviously the doctor game, but she also loves playing house and restaurant. (The food she makes is rarely edible, but that isn’t the point.)

Tilda

She regresses less often than Daphne, but more often than Petula, and she’s a toddler through and through. Everything is an argument with her; she doesn’t like to listen to anybody.

Occasionally (and I do mean occasionally), she’s more relaxed and willing to behave. Daphne always takes full advantage of these rare instances to boss her around and give her makeovers.

She doesn’t like games that have rules, preferring to do things like swing or dance or catch bugs.

She’s probably the most artistic, and is happy to spend hours doodling in her diary or painting pictures to hang up.

She’s definitely the brattiest of the trio, which is why she and Daphne butt heads so much. Daphne wants an obedient kiddo, and Tilda wants to do whatever she wants whenever she wants.

Petula

She very rarely fully regresses, and she often tries to fight her regression. Most of the time, she’s acting as a kind of babysitter for the other two.

When Petula DOES regress, she gets completely into the game; to the point where she tends to forget reality. She becomes easily confused in this state.

Even when regressed, she’s the most mature of the three, with one exception: she is super emotional. It doesn’t take too much to get her crying.

She really enjoys challenges and puzzles. Treasure hunts, relay races, and obstacle courses are her preferred activities.

She’s not as head-strong as the others, and more willing to go with the flow. At times she can help smooth things over, and other times she’s just chilling while Daphne and Tilda yell at each other.

#eflen writes #eflen headcanons #Braid agere #Braid age regression #Daphne agere #Daphne age regression #Tilda agere #Tilda age regression #Petula agere #Petula age regression #sfw age regression #sfw agere #age regression headcanons #regressor headcanons

[lokifantasies]

Sissy (Jade/Ivy/Emmy)

Jade takes Ivy and Emmy for a day trip for ice cream.

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It's an average Saturday afternoon – the New York sky is clear, the weather is perfect, and Jade can't help but to want to help her little sister feel better in any way she can – even if it's only for a moment.

Jade wanders around the house for a little while looking for her father when finally, she comes across him reading in his library. "Hey, dad?" she says, getting Loki attention.

Loki smiles and looks up to his eldest daughter – closing the book and setting it aside to give her his undivided attention. "Yes?" he asks – a warm smile on his face.

Jade isn't sure if her idea will work, but she wants to at least see if Loki thinks it's a good one.

"So," Jade begins – walking closer to her dad, "I was thinking...about...Emmy...," as soon as she mentions Emmy – the rage is clearly visible on Loki's face. However, the teen continues. "And I was thinking...do you think she would enjoy a sisters-day-out kinda thing?" Loki's anger begins to subside as Jade mentions it to him. "You know...take her and Ivy out for ice cream or something?"

"I think she would love that," Loki smiles. "There's that little ice cream bar up a couple blocks away."

Jade nods. "Yeah, that's the one I was thinking about going to."

Loki mirrors his daughter's nod. "You want a card, don't you?" he chuckles.

"Yes," Jade grins.

Loki opens his wallet and takes out a card with Jade's name on it. One of the perks of having a magical god for a father is that he can create limitless credit cards that automatically pay themselves off; however, he's not naïve enough to give Jade a card with enough room to buy a Lamborghini. The card that he always gives her only lets her spend $200 a day, so Loki knows she won't be able to get away with much.

Jade hugs her father and kisses him on the cheek – making a loud smooching sound just to poke fun at him. "Thank you, daddy," she says – skipping out of his office – making her way to Emmy and Ivy's bedroom. Jade pokes her head into their room and sees Emmy braiding Ivy's hair. "Psst," Jade hisses – getting their attention. "Ice cream?" The two girls excitedly jump up and rush to the door – pretty much pushing Jade into the hallway. "You guys don't have to push me!" Jade laughs – hearing the sound of Emmy's laughter makes Jade's heart skip a beat – wanting to help her sister feel some sort of happiness.

Ivy and Jade each hold one of Jade's hands as the trio of sisters walk the two blocks to the ice cream bar – thankfully, it's not too busy, and they'll get a good spot to sit and eat all the ice cream they want. Upon walking in, the sweet smell of ice cream hits their nostrils – the different flavors all mixing together into a beautiful aroma. The three girls walk up to the ice cream bar, and each look through the flavors – over one hundred of them in this amazing place. After perusing the ice cream flavors and toppings, they each give their order. Jade, as usual, gets two scoops of chocolate ice cream with hot fudge and gummy bears; Ivy gets two scoops of rainbow sherbet with sour gummy worms and a cherry on top; Emmy gets one scoop of vanilla and one chocolate with chocolate sprinkles, whipped cream, and a cherry. They go and find a spot in the back corner of the shop, and Jade sits in the booth while Ivy and Emmy sit across from her in the chairs

"Thank you for this," Emmy says quietly as the sisters eat their ice cream.

Jade can't hold back the smile on her face. "You don't need to thank me," she says – taking another bite of ice cream. "I'm your big sister...it's my job to take you out for ice cream."

Without another word, Emmy gets up from her chair and runs around the table to Jade – throwing her arms around her sister's neck and squeezing her as tight as she can.

"I love you, sissy," Emmy says – her voice muffled against Jade's hair. Soon, Ivy also makes her way around to Jade's other side – throwing her arms around her just as her twin did.

"I love you too, sissy," Ivy also tells Jade – the teenager squeezing her two sisters before tickling their sides and listening to the sound of their laughter.

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Hey Peach, your Autumn drabbles are amazing. If you’re still taking requests, I’d love to see #44 - It’s my lucky hoodie, I’ll tell you why if you buy me a drink. 💖

the luck of the draw

* * *

“You lost it?” Ron laments. 

Harry shrugs, and Ron stares at him, mouth agog. From Ron’s arms, baby Rose squeals and sticks her fingers into Ron’s mouth, giggling at his wiggly tongue. “How can you be so cavalier about it?” he asks, incredulous.

“The hoodie will come back to me,” Harry says. 

He hasn’t the heart to tell Ron that he knows exactly what happened to the hoodie 3 months prior, on his birthday to be exact, the night Rose was born.

“Yes. Yes, you’re right.” Ron nods and bounces Rose on his hip.

Ron has a theory about the hoodie. 

It’s wicked lucky, he tells anyone who will listen. As if magic has been imbued into its fibers!

And then Hermione rolls her eyes and embarks on a monologue about luck and fate, about the development of events outside a person’s control driven by a supernatural power. Or maybe, she adds, by karma. Not by a lucky hoodie.

Hermione loftily turns a page of her magazine. “If it’s so lucky,” she says, “how could Harry have lost it?”

Ron pauses mid-bounce. Rosie squeals and kicks her legs. “Maybe something magical is at work,” he says, eyes widening.

“Magic and luck,” Hermione scoffs. “It’s just a hoodie.”

“Rosie is our proof of the magical power of the lucky hoodie!” Ron lifts Rose to sniff at her bum, blanching. “Ugh, I wish I could magically vanish this stench.”

“Need I remind you about how babies are conceived, Ronald?”

Ron wiggles his eyebrows. “When Rosie’s down for her nap, you may.”

“Yeah, on that note,” Harry says, shrugging into his jacket. “I’m off to that new record shop.”

* * *

Call it providence, or karma, or magic, but the hoodie was undeniably lucky.

Harry found it in a Paris thrift shop after uni graduation, when the sweltering summer days had faded into the introspective ambers of fall, on a brisk October day, not unlike the one Harry now walks through on his way to the record shop, coffee in hand. 

That day in Paris, as soon as Harry’s fingers had touched the soft garment he knew he had to possess it. Hermione had wrinkled her nose at the odor, suggesting that the only thing possessing it was the spirit of the body that had died in it. Ron snatched it up, affronted, and purchased it, gifting it to Harry — its luck already evident.

And Harry’s luck hadn’t ended there.

That afternoon he found 85 Euro on the pavement waiting for the Paris Métro. 

At the Louvre, the crowd in front of the Mona Lisa thinned and dispersed at the exact moment the trio arrived, giving them an unobstructed view of that infamous smirk. 

Its luck wasn’t reserved only for himself, either. Ron remained convinced that the night Rose was conceived was the night Hermione had worn Harry’s hoodie against the chill blowing off the Seine.

On the return Eurostar home, Harry had been bumped to Business Premier, much to Ron and Hermione’s chagrin. An altercation ensued when the most fit bloke Harry had ever seen in his life, all trim and lean and blond in a Burberry coat insisted that Harry was in his seat. They ended up chatting about everything and nothing, eating gummy bears as the train rocketed through the Channel Tunnel. 

Before they disembarked, the bloke insulted Harry’s hair and his hoodie and stole Harry’s candy.

He left before Harry could get his name or number.

* * *

After the hoodie proved its worth in Paris, Harry wore it constantly. So much, in fact, that Hermione had to put her pregnancy-swollen foot down about Harry wearing it New Year’s Eve. The hoodie had secured them an invitation to a posh New Year’s Eve bash after Harry had found and returned the wallet of a popular DJ. Harry wasn’t about to snub the hoodie in favor of a suit. 

Drunk on champagne and the exuberance of the countdown, Harry was more than happy to kiss the bloke who grabbed him to welcome in the new year. He melted into the warmth of soft lips, heart levitating in his chest, surrounded by a familiar spicy scent he’d searched for, sniffing every bottle of cologne and tub of body wash he could get his hands on ever since the train ride underneath the channel.

As the balloons and confetti rained down, the bloke insulted Harry’s hair and his hoodie and stole Harry’s breath.

He left before Harry could get his name and number.

* * *

That summer, Harry had been happy enough to forgo a big birthday bash. Hermione was a week past her due date and was not in any mood to suffer people in large crowds. Harry chose a new route home, trusting his luck, and stopped at a pub for a celebratory birthday pint. The bartender had set down a second pint, courtesy of the bloke at the end of the bar, trim and lean and gorgeous.

Harry crowded the bloke against the bathroom door and snogged him breathless. Hands roamed and grabbed, rucking up shirts to expose hot pale skin. Harry had been so lost in a rhythmic grind, body aflame, drowning in hooded grey eyes that he had nearly missed Ron’s 999 ringtone.

Hermione was in labor.  

Harry left before he could get the bloke’s name and number.

He also left the hoodie.

* * *

The autumn air penetrates Harry’s jumper and he zips up his jacket against the chill, finally arriving at his destination.

A bell chimes as he enters the record shop, a vibration that resonates comfortably in his inner ear. The Rolling Stones croon over the speakers and a fat white cat is curled on a velvet pillow in a patch of sun by the window. There’s a buzz in the air, a current of magic. 

Harry smiles.

Standing at a basin flipping through vinyls is the most gorgeous bloke Harry’s ever seen in his life, trim and lean… and wearing his hoodie.

The bloke looks up when Harry approaches, grey eyes crinkling with recognition. “Hi,” he says.

“You stole my candy, my breath and my hoodie,” Harry says. 

The bloke laughs and Harry feels it in his fingertips. “I suppose you want it back?”

“Well,” Harry says. “It’s my lucky hoodie.” 

The bloke raises a perfectly manicured brow. 

Harry grins. “I’ll tell you why if you buy me a drink.” 

* * *

Day 23 of Autumn Drarry Drabbles, y’all! This is for the wonderfully sweet @mystickitten42, thank you for the ask m’dear, and for all your lovely comments! i love to read them over again and again...so this is for you. i had to really think long and hard about this one. so a little experiment, this. i hope you like it! thanks to toluene for helping to iron out the kinks. Enjoy! xo peach

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#autumn drarry drabbles #meet-cute #lucky hoodie #non-magical au #drarry drabbles #harry potter #draco malfoy #a little experimental in circular writing #tense be a bitch sometimes #romione #and baby rose! #autumn drabbles 2020 #autumn cozy drabble #peach writes

[meilas]

The Opera Ghost

The Opera Ghost a parody of this by meilas and @from-aldebaran, without whom this would still be a mess of chaotic, half-formed ideas With apologies to @glassprism‘s portrait Dashing and daring And not really caring About all the people that he just might hurt Dropping set pieces It’s Christine he teaches When he’s with her he is not quite so curt

Opera Ghost! Sneaking high and low around the stage Demanding the managers must pay his wage He is the Opera Ghost Angel of Music Behind the mirror His plans thrown askew by that insolent boy Fog begins rising It’s time for surprising He takes Christine through, it’s all part of his ploy Opera Ghost! Lurking here and there and everywhere Bringing Christine down into his lair He is the Opera Ghost! She loves all the pillows And his cape as it billows The way that he tosses his hat with a flick His arms go around her As his music astounds her She has to admit that he’s really quite slick Opera Ghost! Even in his fantasies he always knew He’d never walk with anyone along the Rue He is the Opera Ghost He brings down the grating His lust not abating He anchors his hands and sprawls for her gaze She drops all defenses And presses against him She has to admit that he’s got legs for days Opera Ghost! Then he has to go and blow it all By uncovering that bridal doll He is the Opera Ghost Christine’s a stranger When it comes to danger The Phantom is scrawling his notes on the page Girl please rethink this It likely won’t be bliss Christine is unmasking, sending him into a rage Opera Ghost! Look at him crawling across the floor Hoping fear will turn to love once more He is the Opera Ghost A Christine in pants Leaves us all in a trance But the Phantom’s convinced that Carlotta must go To assure Christine’s rise He laughs from on high While Carlotta begins to croak like a toad Opera Ghost! Creeping here and there and everywhere He told them Box Five was not meant to share He is the Opera Ghost Buquet’s end has come And Christine’s on the run Into Raoul’s arms on the roof up above The Phantom can hear them He’ll make sure that they fear him For breaking his heart with their cursed vows of love Opera Ghost! They will rue the day they did not do Everything the Phantom asked them to He is the Opera Ghost Red Death’s bedazzled The party gets frazzled When he makes his entrance descending the stair Crashing the party He thinks he’s a smarty Steals Christine’s ring, disappearing with flair Opera Ghost! Making sure that he remains the star It’s easy when you know where all the trapdoors are He is the Opera Ghost! Now Christine’s twisted She’s very conflicted But Raoul wants to lure the Ghost with his plan She rises to flee He tries to make her agree That the Phantom is nothing more than a man Opera Ghost! Dicking with the managers by sending notes Outrageous demands and then he gloats He is the Opera Ghost Within the graveyard He plays his last card Saying she’s far from his fathering gaze Sing out the trio In allegro con brio This is fast going wrong in all the worst ways Opera Ghost! Shooting fireballs with his pew-pew stick In general he’s acting like a dick He is the Opera Ghost Romantic, alluring Yet trouble is stirring When he takes his place on the stage in a robe Piangi is napping Raoul’s foot is tapping No one shoots straight and he escapes down below Opera Ghost! Yeeting poor Barbara out of his chair Welcoming Raoul down into his lair He is the Opera Ghost! Raoul is soaking And now he is choking The Phantom has Raoul on the end of a rope Pitiful creature That was Christine’s teacher She kisses his face and he cannot cope Opera Ghost! Disappearing back into his throne We’re pretty sure he’s gonna die alone He is the Opera Ghost! He is the Opera Ghost!!! BONUS LYRICS meilas: Opera Ghost Look at how he moves that pole Makes you think he’s got another goal He is the Opera Ghost Opera Ghost Look at him crawling across the floor Calling Christine a picky whore He is the Opera Ghost Within the graveyard We know that he is hard Saying she’s far from his fathering gaze Sing out the trio In allegro con brio This is fast going wrong in all the worst ways @from-aldebaran had this to say: "This was tons of fun--I have seldom even eaten a Gummi Bear and was unaware of/have never seen the possibly hellish cartoon whose theme song is the basis for this parody--and I would like it known that I, while simultaneously both proud and vaguely appalled, am solely responsible for the filthiest, most topical and au courant rhyme in the piece.  I blame ALW.” Romantic, alluring Yet trouble is stirring When he takes his place on the stage in a robe Piangi is napping Christine is WAP-ing No one shoots straight and he escapes down below

#phantom of the opera #poto #song parody #gummi bears #how long did we spend on this

[pj-was-here]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

The Calamity trio is the Destiny trio but their problems have been magnified tenfold and things are so much worse, convince me other wise

22 notes • Posted 2021-11-13 15:39:12 GMT

#4

In Response to Sora FINALLY getting into Smash Bros.

Kairi and Galeem become besties for some reason, Galeem is a happy uncle but Kairi is just plane confused but ain't complaining

Riku and Terra just want Dharkon to leave them the hell alone

Kairi tried to throw hands with Ganondorf, Riku and Sora had to hold her back

All of Sora's friends and the Goal all promptly celebrate after tackling Sora, Kairi was the one who initiated the Glomp Hug Fest

Kairi, Cloud and Riku all straight up murder Sephiroth after he attempts to murk Sora

The princesses in Smash love Kairi

Pit and Palutena love her as well, Dark Pit not so much

Kairi affectionately calls Mewtwo bingus while Xion smothers The Duck Hunt Dog with affection

Donald does not feel safe around the dog though

Kairi and Sora tease Riku for the fact that Incineroar gives off the same vibes as him they say he's that Pokemon personification of him

Aqua and Rosalina bond over the fact that they have to take care of a ridiculous amount of kids

Kairi and Kirby are the gremlin duo everyone is very worried

Meta Knight and Naminé are friends

Lucina and Xion and besties, it's self explanatory

26 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 17:04:09 GMT

#3

Even more self indulgent KH headcanons

Kairi loves all animals and by all I mean ALL, she's friends with several sharks, has attempted to bring home multiple stray dogs home, has a pet pitbull named Monty who she would literally die for (touch and she'll break your legs) and has the summon charm for frankenweenie and wasn't even phased when she saw him she just went "Oh, a zombie dog... Neat! 😀"

Plus Everytime they find a cute animal she ALWAYS tries to attempt to take them home with her in the gummi ship (much to Riku's chagrin)

If Kairi encountered Marluxia or Larxene during the Keyblade War she would've completely maimed them, it would've been a bloody massacre, it's what they deserve after what they done to Naminé

Even after meeting they're somebodies Lauriam and Larxene she STILL doesn't like them she just tolerates them even IF they're Ven's old friends from Daybreak Town (Naminé tries to convince her to let go but that ain't happening anytime soon) she gives them death glares whenever Naminé isn't in the same room

Kairi and Naminé always hug each other or stay in physical contact with one another even when they're outside Kairi's room (I'm a sucker for soft sibling hugs and moments) Kairi gives the best hugs and Naminé is a tad touch starved from her time in Castle Oblivion so who could blame her sometimes when Xion comes to visit with her seasalt fam she'll join the cuddlefest (Everyone melts whenever they have they're soft sister moments)

Kairi is the protective mama bear and one hesitate to maim someone if one of her family members are hurt (she will also not hesitate to tackle said attackers, kick down doors, break through windows or break down walls

I like to think whenever Kairi panics the braincell immediately goes to Riku and she acts on impulse... Those impulses being jumping out the window or yeeting herself in into a corridor of light

If Kairi were to ever have her own rage form it she would've looked like Anti-Sora but with a pink and white color palette and light wisps instead of darkness, she would also act like an overly affectionate cat that would hiss at strangers

However she does have a drive form called Royal Form where she in cases some of her limbs in pure bright light, her eyes glow a fiery blue, she sprouts bright angelic wings and all her clothing turns white, she's also able to use op light magic and she has a finishing called salvation where she gets rid of all the darkness around her but she would instantly turn back to normal luckily it also all gives everyone in the party a temporary mega boost on both they're magic and physical prowess

If some girl or guy were to flirt with Sora they would mysteriously disappear an hour later Kairi says she has no idea what they're talking about Riku believes otherwise, Naminé is very concerned while Xion is just flat out confused

Kairi supports the LGBTQA+ Community

Xion is trans (everyone already knows that) and uses all pronouns but mainly She/They, Kairi loves her for being herself and would literally fight anyone who goes against that (including Axel/Lea and Roxas of course, Saïx/Isa is sorta awkward cause he used to be transphobic)

Kairi is the type of girl who would bite

Kairi used to be the feral nature girl back when she was 14 she still is but not by much

Xion and Kairi are the dog lover duo, Namine tries to stop them but fails

Xion and Kairi have both kicked Seifer's ass on seperate occasions Seifer is just avoiding Namine like the plague cause he ain't gonna risk it

Namine has stupidly strong magic, one time she was trying to cast a simple Fire spell but accidentally casted a Firaza spell the GoL was immensely proud even though a good chunk of them were confused and scared as hell

On an unrealated note Namine can control people's dreams now, and can also now manipulate others memories

Unfortunately the whole dream manipulation thing has a not so unfortunate side effect of making half dream eater (half-chirithy ti be exact)

Kairi and Xion think she looks precious, Riku suffered from a cardiac arrest and is now in the medical wing, Sora thinks she looks neat, Roxas has mixed feelings, Ventus also agrees with Sora, Terra loves her new look, Aqua just loves her daughter and Chirithy just wants to adopt her

31 notes • Posted 2021-10-25 01:41:34 GMT

#2

Random music headcanons

Kairi likes Jazz, Pop, Classical music and Hip Hop best of both worlds I suppose

Riku likes alternative rock, metal, rock, and indie what did you expect...?

Sora like Reggae, Pop, Hip Hop blame Atlantica

Roxas likes alternative rock and Indie rock ah yes teenage trauma and angst

Xion likes Pop, Good Vibe songs and Soul songs She's a good bean ok!

Naminé likes classical and Lo-fi gotta do something to calm the anxiety and ptsd

Aqua likes to listen to Classical and Lo-fi as well PTSD gang unite

Terra likes Country and Country Pop this man gives off country vibes ok he carves wooden figures for crying out load!

Ventus likes Pop, Country, Reggae and Hip-Hop he technically grew up with these

32 notes • Posted 2021-10-11 16:04:10 GMT

#1

Ok and Platonic Sokai is just two idiots causing chaos and war crimes while riku is trying to stop them while drinking his 12th cop of coffee

41 notes • Posted 2021-12-01 18:00:17 GMT

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[notsomightymightytiger]

Quick Checkateva fic

hospital tw, take care of yourselves guys x

Eva noticed Kate had been a bit quiet when she’d gone to pick her up. The day before she’d been raring to go, showing off her ‘rad crutches moves’ as she had put it, talking a mile a minute in the way that made Eva sit back and realise ‘god I love this girl’.

But now as they were finally getting the discharge papers she noticed something was off. Chess had gone down to the vending machines to get snacks, but hopefully she’d be back soon. They were all girlfriends, but Chess had known Kate since Kindergarten, and Eva always panicked she wasn’t as good at this kinda stuff, but as she looked at Kate worriedly she was only met with a weak smile that didn’t fill her with reassurance. Once the nurse left they we on their own, Eva perched on the end of Kates bed.

“Hey, everything ok tiger?” Eva said affectionately as she nuzzled closer in their inside joke way, pretending to paw her arm, but Kate didn’t play along.

“I’m finally leaving.” Kate stated to no one in particular, staring blankly at the wall.

Eva moved in a little closer so she was behind Kate, wrapped around like a koala, her little nickname from Kate.

“It’ll be ok babe, I promise. You’re so much stronger now, and I’ll be with you the entire time” she whispered as she squeezed her hand three times, their little trio way of saying I love you when words weren’t enough.

Kate squeezed back and looked up, that smile that made Eva blush back on her face and stronger than before, making Eva smile back as the pink tinged her face. ‘she’s so cute’ Kate thought to herself.

“I’m back and I have gummy bears!!” Chess yelled oblivious, and the three of laughed and cuddled on the bed for a little bit before finally grabbing bags and heading downstairs to outpatients.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Ten minutes later they were leaving the hospital, Kate swinging about in the carpark, Eva and Chess giggling and making Bambi references just to watch Kate poke her tongue out in defiance. 

“try not to take anyone out with those!!” Eva yelled as Kate wobbled precariously, dangerously close to an elderly couple making there way in, but she just swerved and laughed:

“Are you kidding me?? These are my new secret weapons! Watch out at practise, Cai won’t see what’s coming!!” she hollered as she swung them about, Chess having to dive to catch her as she nearly lost balance.

Chess and Eva together tried to scooped her up, ‘all that cheer finally coming in handy’ Eva muttered as she looked down at her girlfriend, giggling and blushing, wriggling to get free which was twice as dangerous with the crutches sticking out at haphazard angles.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………………

Eventually it was time to leave, and Eva could begin to see again the fatigue and pain starting to creep onto Kates face, Chess noticing too.

“Hey, you ok?” She asked

“Yeah, just a bit much.” Eva knew it was more than the small girl was letting on to, she always wanted to seem brave and free of weakness and she loved her for that, but now was time to let her guard down.

“Let me piggyback you.” Eva said.

“WhAT?”

“You heard me, hop on!”

And, somewhat begrudgingly but grinning secretly, Kate did, and for the short climb to the car Chess and Eva alternated, as Kate made the absolute most of this power and newfound high, hollering and flailing the crutches in the air before tiring out and cuddling closer to Eva, head nestled sleepily on her shoulders as Chess unlocked the car.

#checkateva for life #checkateva #originally kateva but I couldn't leave chess out #Kate Dalton #Eva Sanchez #Chess #wearethetigers #Hospital tw #tigers musical #fluff #poly #i would die for these three #notsomightymightytiger fics

[prompt-master]

EXCITED MSA ANON AGAIN! Which character is your favourite? Which song/video do you like most??? AH- sorry, I'd ask if there's any headcanons you really like, but that probably counts as writing ajdbsjd sorry-

I don't have a favorite character! All of them are so incredible in their own way that I found myself equally in love! And this NEVER happens to me! I genuinely cannot chose! Especially between the trio!

My favorite song would definitely have to be hellbent. It rocked my whole world man.

My favorite video...I never thought anything would beat hellbent but who can deny the incredible animation and story telling that was the future???

As for headcanons I'm not 100% sure! See I'm totally fine with dicussing headcanons (what i mean by won't write is i wont write a fic) but with mystery skulls well...no one talks! So its a lot harder to conceptualize them in the same way I usually do. So even though I really really really want to do fic...I don't think I could do anything good!

But as for some headcanons I see the entire trio as bi, for some reason I always felt like Vivi would really like gummy bears, does it surprise you to hear i ship lewvithur? I also headcanon that Arthur joined the gang last, and met them when they were stranded with car trouble and offered to help.

Heres some art I drew for you to make up for the short list!

#ask #mystery skulls #msa #vivi yukino #arthur kingsmen #lewis pepper #my art #ahhhhhhh i wish i could come uo with more tho i do quite love then a lot 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #also anything on the 'not write' list is likely to have less detailed responses than i would danganronpa or persona 5! #except for ducktales. #i could. #i could say so much about ducktales.

[r1k-y9]

redesign of my old ocs :]

i’ve been wanting to do this for a while so i’ll just be dumping info n my revamp of my old ocs! 

this is the first introduction to the revamp

i used to have these old ocs with the names of angelle, azura n crystelle

i wanted to do things with them but i never ended up doing until now!

i’ve completely changed angelle and azura’s, crystelle’s redesign is still similar to the old one (i’ll have to find old pictures of them in my main blog and try to do a comparison!) 

angelle’s redesign has a much more babyish and rounder face (i tried my best to really draw it) while azura’s redesign has a much more sharper square-ish face and with crystelle’s i kept my usual design for majority of my random designs but i made them softer!

here is a second picture; specifically to try to illuminate their styles and how they act i’d say

i drew this picture in a more recent setting, like the pandemic and all, hense the masks

the purpose of this drawing was for me to practice drawing them and to illuminate on how their character would act

so for crystelle, they would be more awkward, i’d say; angelle is a little more photogenic but in kinda like ‘i’m starting to become photogenic and its working well!’ and azura just, doesn’t care.

here is me dumping my headcanons for the characters, well only the species

azura is a pixie, i high lighted that with the sharp ears but add a little touch of a thin sharper skin underneath the ear! they also have wings that they can will out of existence and in existence

angelle is a demon! a difference from well being an angel in the original character. they have a sharped tail.

crystelle is an elf with a much more softer but still elf ears. i wanna say that the earrings on the ears are not a personal preference (well lowkey they are-) but kinda way to show-off the ranks of what type of elf they are and what level they are (haven’t worked out the worldbuilding just yet)

next up is the character sheets for the revamped characters (i can finally use the new names!!)

TRANSCRIPTION OF CHARACTER SHEET: Name: Azurazar Markocs

a pixie

FTM Transgender

in human years; 20+ (age)

in pixies year; 2.1 (decimal is used for the age)

introvert, acts all-knowing, is smart

uses he/they pronouns

godsibling to blank (i forgot to write but they would be a godsibling to crystelle’s redesign)

3rd level type of pixie : use of mind type of fairy

short, has freckles

terrible health (physical) system

the ‘middle’ sibling (in terms of dynamic with the trio)

LIKES                                                       DISLIKES

musical                                            transphobia horror games                                   sweets gummy bear                                     brightness rainbow                                            sparkles Bill Cipher                                         anime tulips                                                romance (shows) book reader                                     enclosed spaces (phobia)                                ice cream                                         fairies

TRANSCRIPTION OF CHARACTER SHEET: Name: Arielle Orlion

demon

cis female

in human years; 19

in demon age; barely considered a young adult (aka; young demon)

soft, active, gentle, hyper

she/her

4th rank (in demon ranks)

“cousin” that they adopted (in terms of dynamic)

chubby

average height

LIKES                                            DISLIKES

food                                                 mukbang cotton candy                                  flowers bunnies                                           arrogance nature                                              horror pig                                                   bulls games                                              silence drawing                                          dark (phobia) banana                                           work

TRANSCRIPTION OF CHARACTER SHEET: Name: Cryss Weishington

elf 

nonbinary

in human years; 23

in elf years; 123 years old

kind, dorky, geeky

uses any pronouns

elder sister/parent (of the dynamic)

higher but average (rank in elf)

fit, average body size

tall

healthy (physical) system

LIKES                             DISLIKES

flowers                           peanut (allergy) meat                               idiots foxes                              loud (noises) writing                             work (paperwork) angels                             lava internet                            alone (phobia) vegetables                     love

~ = ~

and that is all i got for them!  welcome to the blog, azura, arielle and cryss :]

#oc #oc art #original character #original character art #my art #|| #arielle orlion #cryss weishinton #azurazar markocs #<-- their official character tags in this blog! #i'd love to do more art of them :]

[imissthefire]

Unwavering

Kierarktina drabble, just a sweet wholesome time at the cabin with our favourite trio! 1830 words, comfort fic.

Read here or on AO3 

        Kieran had arrived at the cottage in the early evening, finally catching a break in his royal duties. His loves—Mark and Cristina—had been staying there for the next few days, catching him when he was able to spare time outside of the palace.

        Tonight, was their first night together in nearly three weeks. When he made it to the cottage, he was greeted with the sweet scent of cinnamon and baked apple. Cristina’s new favourite hobby had been baking, and she was damned good at it. Even mundane foods had Kieran craving more, flavours he had never tried before catching him off guard, but still enticing him further.

        “Hey!” Mark called out, coming out of the side room that acted as an office. “Tina, Kier’s here!” he called back to the kitchen.

        Kieran smiled as Mark walked towards him, embracing his boyfriend tightly, planting a soft kiss on his lips. “I’ve missed you, my love.” Kieran’s hair lightened a few shades, turning to a light teal-y blue.

        Cristina walked across into the room, a light smile gracing her features. She joined the men in their embrace, finding herself leaning to the side to sneak a kiss on Kieran’s cheek, “welcome home, amor” she said, her smile widening.

“My Lady of Roses,” he returned the kiss to her temple, “I’ve missed you as well,” he said, leaning his head on Mark’s shoulder.

        The trio stayed in the entryway for a few minutes, simply enjoying being in the presence of one another. It was Cristina who broke the silence. “I can’t wait for you to try the crumble I’ve made,” she said, tilting her forehead to bump against Kieran’s.

        “Crumble?” Kieran inquired, unfamiliar with the mundane treat. He disentangled himself from their embrace, the triad walking together to the living area of the small house.

        “It’s good, trust us,” Mark supplied, having memories of assisting Eleanor in baking one in his childhood. The memory of his adoptive mother causing him to smile. “We used to make apple crumble all the time, it was Dru’s favourite.”

        “If young Drusilla can claim it to be a favourite, I suppose I can try it without much fear,” Kieran determined, trusting Dru’s judgement.

        “Mark found the recipe. I was dubious at first, but I checked into it and it seemed fine,” Cristina claimed, usually concerned with Mark’s food choices.

It wasn’t that Mark was a bad cook—well, he was, but that wasn’t Cristina’s point—it’s more that he found odd combinations of foods to be genuinely good. She had once compared Mark’s diet to that of a craving pregnant woman—this had caused Mark to become defensive over his bowl of gummy-bears and cantaloupe in milk.

        Kieran nodded, willing to try once it would be ready. The two men finding a place on the couch while Cristina returned to the kitchen to monitor the apple crumble. Kieran laid back, his body lounging out on the couch, head resting in Mark’s lap.

        Mark was idly playing with Kieran’s hair, stroking his fingers through the soft blue locks, enjoying the comfortably habit he picked up in The Hunt. Kieran and being near Kieran had been Mark’s comfort on the harshest nights in The Hunt, the other boy—man, now—being his only source of safety and grounding.

        The pair sat in comfortable silence, the only noise Cristina moving about the kitchen and the sound of the oven door occasionally creaking open floating through the house. She was like the cherry on top for Kieran and Mark. Sometimes the two former hunters would fall back into their old ways, falling into trauma, fear, and arguments. Cristina was a buffer to drag them out, she was a light to brighten the darkness that shrouded them.

        But Mark and Cristina or Kieran and Cristina weren’t a perfect pair either. They always needed their third to bring them together into a peaceful and happy relationship. Mark and Cristina would fall into Shadowhunter mode too intensely, getting caught up in work too much, not saving times to take for themselves, not taking time to work out personal disputes but ignoring each other for periods of time. Kieran brought them out of their petty squabbles, making them realise the way they were reacting was irrational and childish.

        Cristina and Kieran both found each other too shy around each other to get anywhere, Mark always bringing them together, bridging Shadowhunter and Faerie tradition with ease. She was too nervous about being with a king and he with a princess. They both had a tendency to shy away from each other when they were without Mark for more than a few weeks. He tied them together as Cristina did he and Kieran, as Kieran did he and Cristina.

It was nice in their way. The way the three of them got along, but yet two of them could turn to dust if things persisted the wrong way for too long. They were all three built for love and loving each other, they were a perfect trio, each bringing balance to the others in their own way. Cristina and her positivity and radiance, Kieran and his diplomacy and steadfastness, Mark and his bubbliness and knowledge of their cultures.

Like she did, Cristina brought the boys out of themselves as she wandered in, balancing three small bowls with spoons sticking out of them in her hands and on her arm. She wordlessly distributed the apple crumble with a dollop of whipped cream on top to the two men awaiting her.

Kieran sat up, making room for Cristina to sit between him and Mark. The three sat together comfortably on their sofa that had been designed more for two people, but still comfortably seated them three.

Cristina watched apprehensively as Kieran brought a spoonful of the treat to his mouth. He nodded, swallowing, and giving Cristina a thumbs up—a very mundane gesture for the Unseelie King to be displaying. She let out a satisfied noise as she too took a mouthful of the dessert, proud of herself for introducing Kieran to another new mundane food.

“It reminds me of a pie, sweeter and softer,” Kieran remarked between bites.

“It basically is a deconstructed pie, now that I think of it,” Cristina added, shrugging her shoulders. “What do you think, Mark?”

Mark, who had been silent throughout the whole conversation smiled, “it reminds me of home before the pair of you,” he said, “but now it reminds me of home here too.”

The simple words caused his partners to feel a warmth bubble up within them, both feeling proud to be Mark’s home and heart. The three ate in blissful quiet, the only sounds that of spoons scraping against bowls. As they finished, Mark stood, collecting bowls, and stacking them together before briefly disappearing into the kitchen to deposit them in the sink to be washed later.

He returned to see Cristina and Kieran snuggled up together, Kieran’s arms around Cristina’s shoulders. It was an image Mark wouldn’t trade for the world—they were his world, no one could ever replace them. They were his and he was theirs; there was no contesting it.

Everything was serene as he joined his loves on the couch, sitting on Kieran’s other side and leaning his head on his shoulder. The trio could sit in silence without any words between them for hours, but it wasn’t long before Kieran suggested going for a short walk.

Outside the cottage was a dense forested area, and across from it, a small beach. As one, they stood up, making their way back to the front doorway to head on their short adventure. They filed out the door, Cristina retrieving a key attached to a chain around her neck to lock it.

Reaching out for Cristina and Kieran’s hands, Mark recalled his earlier nights in Faerieland; he recalled how he would name the stars after his siblings, how now he added Kieran and Cristina to the stars as they were family now. He recited his list, pointing to each star as he whispered the names of his brothers and sisters, squeezing Cristina’s hand as he named a star after her, and doing the same with Kieran. As a trio, they waltzed out into the night, feeling the crisp and fresh air of the forest encapsulate them.

The world moved slow around them as they walked, Mark occasionally going to stand before the other pair and walking backwards as to face them as he did. He was exceptionally talented at dodging branches and shrubs and anything in his path. He spoke animatedly about his plans for the three of them, how if they couldn’t get married in Faerie law, they could always host and hold their own mock wedding for the three of them in private, exchanging promises and love in their own way.

Kieran was the one to interrupt Mark’s wedding plans, a hesitant smile on his lips. “Wedding or not, you two are everything I need. I would give my crown to be with you but that is not what I am meant to do. I would bend the sky and earth to change the laws of the land, but neither is that my purpose. My purpose is to rule and to love with ferocity.” He paused, observing his partners’ expressions before continuing. “My love for you is as sure as the sun is to rise from the east, as strong as a blade forged in the most tempered flame, and as long as the expanses of the skies.”

Mark and Cristina stood, stunned by Kieran’s words. Cristina felt her eyes sting from early signs of tears, as did Mark.

“If only I could speak so eloquent, Kieran, I would love as strong as you,” Cristina returned, squeezing Kieran’s hand

Mark nodded in agreement. “You have robbed me or all whim and word, dearest,” Mark added.

Kieran blushed, his hair darkening a shade as his cheeks went rosy. “This was not my intention,” he grabbed Mark’s hand with his free one, “but my loves, there is not a day that goes by wherein my love for you does not grow.”

“I love you,” Cristina said, her voice hardly above a whisper, intimate and soft.

“And I you, my sweet Cristina,” her name was soft on his lips as he returned the sentiment.

“I love you,” Mark grabbed Cristina’s free hand, giving both hers and Kieran’s a gentle squeeze, “and you.”

“I love you too,” both Kieran and Cristina returned in unison.

The three stood in the forest, the only witnesses the piskies and hobs as they came together into an embrace. Moments of impromptu love came to the triad as water did to a creek—unintentional, unsure, and unwaveringly. As though the moment had been nothing more than a mere confession of secrets, the trio continued their walk, occasional words exchanged back and forth, as the night took them in her arms.

#kierarktina #mark blackthorn #cristina mendoza rosales #cristina rosales #king kieran #kieran kingson #kieran of the hunt #kieran hunter #kieran whatever #fic #gabe writes #nqp #fluff #tda #the dark artifices

[samwritesforyou]

Yoongi is waiting at home

OT7 story

Summary: BTS won all of the MAMA daesangs again, yet they appeared to be one member short. Nobody is getting left behind in this Bangtan family, though. So as soon as they can, the rest of the members present the awards to Yoongi at their dorms, suprising him.

A/N: i just needed to write this scene out, its been living in my head rent-free ever since bts swept all daesangs again.... just imagine them coming back to their dorms to surprise yoongi with the awards n stuff....

Warnings: like.. one swear word from jimin, thats it, otherwise just loads of happy sappy stuff! i cried lol. i miss them so much

Wrodcount: 1.3k

The atmosphere was bubbly. Everyone was vibrating in their souls from excitement and happiness.

It was their second year in a row making a complete sweep of daesang awards at MAMA.

It still felt unreal and they still felt so so grateful to army that made it all possible, alongside their own genius music production.

“Should we tell him we’re coming straight to dorms after this?” Namjoon said as he was holding one of the golden awards, all the boys piling into the big black car, shuffling to make more space.

“No, Hobi, don’t push so much!” yelled Jin in distress to Hoseok who tried desperately to make himself fit into the second row of seats where Joon, Jin and Taehyung sat, already squished together as it is.

“Ugh, fine,” he grumbled but still with a smile never leaving his lips this evening, making his way to the row behind them, sitting together with Jungkook and Jimin.

“We shouldn’t, let’s make it a surprise,” piped in Jimin, looking out of the tinted window as the vehicle started moving.

He was playing with one of the pretty rings on his fingers, spinning it around absentmindedly, thoughts somewhere far away.

“Yeah, I agree,” supported him Jungkook and grinned, in his lap resting three remaining daesangs, his big palms covering almost all of them, making sure they don’t fall.

“Alright, alright, whatever you say, boys,” Namjoon concluded with a smile and kept his eyes steady on the award, it’s gleam reflecting slightly in dimmed lights that were on in the car.

“Can we turn them off?” said quietly Taehyung to their leader, pointing upwards to the lights build up in the core of the car, “I’m kinda tired..”

“Sure, Taehyungie,” Namjoon smiled gently and turned it off with an easy movement of his hand, the inside of the vehicle turning black with a click.

Of course they were tired. All of them. Despite some of the performances being pre-recorded, they still had to wait so long for their turn and perform as well.

It could’ve been more physically exhausting, but MAMA was always emotionally exhausting as well.

Namjoon thought of all the years when they were waiting for the invitation and didn’t get it at all, for all the times when they were in fact invited, but never even got mentioned and to their incredible rise where they’re sweeping all the grand prizes.

/Truly incredible.../ he mused to himself, still looking at the golden object in his strong hand and then shifted his gaze out of the window, following the passing lights that were illuminating the highway they were driving on.

The constant shuffling of the vehicle was calming and made the leader even more prone to sleepiness than he would feel normally, so he just gave in and drifted off to a peaceful nap.

He could. He could finally relax now.

Soon, the space was filled with six different rhythms of snoring as the rest of the members fell asleep as well.

.

.

“Hey, we’re here,” Hoseok’s voice echoed through the seats as he was the only one awake, carefully shaking his seat-mate by the shoulder.

Jungkook just gave in to the touch and woke up, sleepily lifting his heavy eyelids and tensing up his arms, feeling the metal awards clanking at each other between his fingers.

/It wasn’t a dream../ the thought went through his mind and only then he looked back at Hoseok, eyes getting wider with realisation.

“Yoongi-hyung!” he exclaimed,looking into his friend’s dark orbs.

“Uh-huh,” Hoseok nodded with a fond smile and then shuffled to open the door, letting the harsh, cold air inside as he got out, Jungkook basically launching himself after his hyung as if he wasn’t just sleeping for three hours.

“What the fuck..” mumbled groggily Jimin beside them, squinting his eyes open and trying to snuggle himself up in more jackets than there actually was.

“Hey, Jimin-ah, come on,” Hoseok patted his shoulder excitedly and then left him alone, picking another target.

By that time Jimin and Namjoon already made it out of the vehicle as well, leaving only Tae and Jin still lost in the dreamland.

“They’re probably sharing the same dream at this point,” Namjoon commented and yawned, grabbing another spare jacket from the car, putting it on.

It was freezing.

“Hoba,” Jin started with an annoyed frown as Hoseok opened the door which was his main pillow, of sorts, and now he almost fell out of the vehicle. Thank god for the belt.

“We’re here, Taehyung,” he said sleepily and shook his friends shoulder firmly and started getting out too.

Finally they all made it out and a stood in front of their dorms entrance.

“Jungkook?” Namjoon looked at the youngest member expectantly with a proud smile and gesturing with his eyes towards the door, as they were getting closer.

He just blinked and looked completely as a lost bunny, nervously biting his lower lip.

Then he nodded and anyone could tell that this group of boys just didn’t even need verbal communication anymore. They just got each other’s intentions most of the time anyways.

Everybody had their pair of keys but Namjoon made a gesture of knocking on the door, miserably failing to hide his smile that showed his gorgeous dimples, revealing how happy he really was at the moment.

They heard a faint “Just a moment!” from the other side and then some shuffling behind the door, until it pushed open and there was standing Yoongi in a fancy suit, just like the rest of them and with a cast over his shoulder.

His eyes widened in surprise as he didn’t even open the door into its full swing, kind of stopping midway, looking at his friends.

His mouth was open in the “o” shape, failing to find words.

“I.. I thought only some of you will show up, since Jin’s family is in town, I didn’t know you’ll all come home..” he rambled incoherently, his dark eyes bouncing from one friend to another to... somewhere lower, where Namjoon was holding a gold award firmly in his hands.

There was a moment of silence when nobody said anything, probably savouring this moment, but after the world stopped to spin, it started just as suddenly literally roll out of control, Hoseok erupting in a high-pitched scream and rushing forward to grab his friend in a tight hug.

“Hyung!” Jungkook basically yelled with a beaming smile, excitedly leaning into his arms somewhere between him and Hobi, the metal awards pressing into his ribs slightly as Yoongi finally with an overwhelmed expression looked down between their pressed bodies and made contact with the prizes, tracing the engraved BTS name on their sides with sparkles that read joy and stars in his eyes.

“Ayo, Sugaaa,” Namjoon leaned in as well, bear hugging the trio with a loud laugh, pushing them all further into the house because his hands were starting to freeze outside.

Then Yoongi could only assume that three more additions to the hug was the rest of the group, everyone yelling some gibberish or everyone talking on top of the other, making it just a big jumble of words that nobody could understand.

His gummy smile was shining on his features as he was getting squished between six other bodies, four daesangs added to the mix, every so often reflecting the light on the walls of their living room.

“I love you, guys,” he mumbled under his breath, the smallest beads of water forming on his eyes, threatening to fall down.

And he cherished them coming back to him way more than the awards.

After all, the gold metal was cold, while their hug made him feel warm inside.

#yoongi #suga #suga of bts #bts #bts writing #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #ot7 #ot7 fanfic #ot7 fanfiction #bts ot7 #min yoongi #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts mama #bts mama 2020 #bts daesang #bts daesang sweep

[johannstutt413]

(requested by calligomiles)

“I’m telling you, this is a terrible idea.” Istina was in a lecturing mood as the trio walked to the Doctor’s office. “A refined woman like her would never agree to something like this.”

“You kind of suggested this yourself, Istina,” Gummy observed, happily holding hands with both the grumbler and the general.

Zima nodded. “Gummy makes a good point. We wouldn’t be doing this if you hadn’t said anything.”

“I said that in confidence and in jest...somewhat.” She blushed. “I didn’t expect you two to take me seriously.”

“We always take you seriously! Especially since we were already thinking it.”

Istina sighed. “I’ll be more careful next time, then.”

“Next time?” Gummy stared at her. “Do you have another person in mind?”

“No, I meant- never mind.”

The general stopped at the door to the Doctor’s office, the other two doing likewise. “Alright, the moment of truth. Everyone remember the plan?”

“You make the suggestion, and we provide supplementary reasoning if necessary.” Istina wiped her brow. “I feel less nervous in the field.”

“It’ll be alright, don’t worry!” Gummy kissed her on the cheek, which only seemed to exacerbate the problem.

Zima smiled to herself for a moment before stepping forward to open the door. “Let’s do this.”

“Ah, if it isn’t the USG.” The Doctor was at her desk, reclining in her chair with one hand on a mouse and the other behind her head. “You girls need something from me?”

“Yes. We want you to join our...what did you call it, Istina? A polycule?”

Istina, put on the spot, flustered again. “Yes, that was the word I used.”

“Good.” The general turned back to their target, whose jaw was swinging precariously on its hinge. “Are you interested?”

“I...your what?”

Gummy piped up with, “It’s when a group of people all love each other, but romantically, not just like friends!”

“...Okay, I’m following now. Thank you, Gummy.” It didn’t do much for her shock, admittedly, but it was a start. “But why do you want me? Granted, I only have Kal’tsit’s word to go off of on this, but I’m always busy, really too busy for romantic attachments of any kind, and I must be at least ten years older than you all.”

“Ten years isn’t that much, is it?” Gummy looked from Istina to Zima for any indicator it was, and none was forthcoming.

Istina steadied herself, partially leaning on her paramour, before speaking up. “Doctor, we need someone more experienced to balance us. As a group, we run the gamut of temperaments, and while Gummy is an excellent mediator when myself and Zima are debating, she shouldn’t have to bear that burden alone. Furthermore, while three is a rather pleasant number, there are times one of us - to be frank, myself - are, as you said, too busy or tired to fully participate, or simply aren’t in the mood, and it’s rather awkward to be left out like this for no other reason than waking up with less energy than normal that day. And as to the age difference...I believe I speak for all of us when I say time has only refined your appearance.”

“In other words, all three of us think you’re hot.” Zima took Istina’s glare in stride. “Does that answer your questions?”

“I have about a thousand more now, honestly. How did this ‘polycule’ start, exactly?”

All three of them blushed as they experienced the same flashback. Gummy was the first to speak up. “Um...well, I had a crush on both of them, and Istina had a crush on Zima, and-”

“-It was after we escaped the worst of Ursus’ collapse,” Istina interjected.  “We were celebrating surviving all of the carnage, and there was a lot of vodka involved-”

“-We woke up the next morning in one bed, and it was the warmest I’d ever felt...so we just made a habit of it since. Minus the alcohol, sometimes.”

The Doctor looked at her computer, at her ringless hands, at the trio of somewhat embarrassed girls baring their souls to her...and after a brief argument with herself, she sighed. “The AC in my room always keeps me up at night; I could use more warmth in my life, and after Istina said more words to me just now than I think she has since I first met her, I can’t think of anything that would stop me from saying yes...Although, speaking of, Istina, how busy are you with managing the USG’s affairs?”

“Not terribly.” The others watched a smile creep onto her face. “Why do you ask?”

“I’ve been thinking of asking someone to act as my assistant for awhile, but I couldn’t think of who to ask. Would you be interested?”

Gummy cheered as Istina simply couldn’t believe her luck. “I’m incredibly interested, Doctor.”

“Excellent.” The Doctor blushed. “Um, in that case, I...Istina and I can work on orienting her to her new duties, and I’ll see the two of you tonight?”

“See, Istina, I told you it’d all work out!” Gummy gave her a proper bear-hug and kiss before taking Zima’s hand again.

The general nodded. “Istina can show you where we hang out. Don’t enjoy yourself too much, comrade.”

“Eh-heh-heh.” Uncharacteristically giddy, she simply waved her off. “I’ll talk to you two later.” Once they left the office, she let herself squeal just a little, along with a single hop, to try and let off some of the excess joy.

“I should figure out how you’re going to help me...I didn’t think I’d find someone today, so I don’t really have anything planned.”

Istina walked over to the assistant’s desk, plucking a book off the shelf behind it. “That’s okay, Doctor; let me know when you have something for me. I’ll just be over here, trying to...calm down.”

“I wouldn’t recommend that one, then.” She grabbed a different book from behind her desk and rolled over in her chair. “That one has a few explicit scenes in it. Here.”

“Thank you...That was a close one.” As she took the book, their hands lightly touched, and it was dropped the few inches between it and the desk as they both bashfully retreated.

A moment later, and the Doctor shook her head, chuckling to herself. “I’m not going to get any work done like this.”

“I couldn’t focus on this book even if I tried.” Istina looked at her, not quite sure how to capture the emotion she was feeling or the question she wanted to ask in words. “Um...what should we do, then?”

“Something to break the tension would be good...or maybe a nap.”

The Ursan blushed. “Those aren’t completely exclusive.”

“Well, then all the better.” She walked over to the couch and face-planted onto it. “It’s barely past lunch, too...Are you coming, Istina?”

“O-of course. You’re not going to lie like that the whole time, are you?”

The Doctor turned over on her back. “Better?”

“Much.” After one last moment of hesitation, Istina nestled herself against the back of the couch, using the Doctor as her pillow. “It’s...it’s everything I’d hoped for.”

“This was your idea, wasn’t it? You were so cute when you got excited.”

She sighed. “That was rather childish, wasn’t it?...But I couldn’t stop myself.”

“And I wouldn’t dream of asking you to.” The Doctor poked one of her ears, giggling when it twitched. “The world could use more good nature, so you don’t have to hide that from us.”

“Alright, I’ll try...Doctor?”

“Yes?”

Istina shifted in order to look at her face. “I’m still too excited to sleep.”

“So am I.” She plucked the glasses off her assistant’s face, setting them on the floor just under the couch. “Move a little closer.”

“To your face, you mean? We’re already as close as we can be.” Nonetheless, the Ursan did crawl forward some-

-enough for the Doctor to kiss her. “Are you sure about that?”

“Doctor...” That was it, the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Again?”

“Again?” Rather than a verbal response, Istina simply returned the favor. Again, and again, again...

#arknights #zima (arknights) #gummy (arknights) #istina (arknights) #whenever i see the word polycule #i remember Brian David Gilbert's Unraveled about Fallout music #and i laugh a little #anyway #this ended up being istina x doc as much as anything else #we'll come back for Gummy at some point #depending on the ask rate that is #arknights fic

[sleightofsight]

 angst  :-)

warning: possibly major character death, blood/injury mention, general whump warnings. light gore warning. 

word count: 1.6k

characters: 

berith ryan kensley. (oc, belongs to me (alt account for berith &co is @divergent-demons) )

marvin collins-delvaux. 

erin attwell. (belongs to @lilsprout-exe.) 

alphie hallbjörn-seeker.(aka they of many names.) (belongs to @sibling-ursidae)

 jackson collins-delvaux. (belongs to @miishae) 

nebula (haha redacted last name go brrr). (belongs to @oasisofgalaxies.) 

mentions of egos.

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Our star adversary of the night clicks his tongue impatiently as he tosses a knife into the air with a casual flick of his wrist, his softened wool coat lying open and spread against the seat of his chair. The coat framed a white button up shirt, short-sleeve with a formerly worn black suit jacket below it. Admittedly, he’d only taken it off after sneaking into an apartment complex full of people who could take him one with one hand tied behind their back.

Taking two of their occupants with him was hard enough without detection, but well-placed portals helped Berith out well enough.

Not to mention the chosen time of half past three am, of his caper. 

The stress was enough to make him sweat, even with the planning he’d taken,  and it did. No one likes wet clothing.

Two teenagers glare at him from the center of the surprisingly well furnished hideout, wrapped down into softened velvet armchairs with twin clear sprays of water. The substance had wrapped around their wrists and tied them down to the armrests, traveling upwards to fasten to teens to one another with their forearms back to back.

There was no reasonable answer for the bruises and inch-long cuts they’d both suffered, with about three each.

Information has a price.

No bonds for their heads or mouths yet, as neither of them had really mouthed off all that much. 

Save for the one with strawberry-pink hair cursing at him using...candies? Whatever being called a ‘rotten peppermint patty’ and ‘plastic-mold gummy bear’ meant, Berith didn’t quite care for it. 

Along with the other one, the one with messy brown hair knotted into a braid...they were merely glaring at him, but every so often, they seemed to....-vibrate?- in their seat. 

Certainly a trick of the eyes. 

Right? 

“When will your father arrive?” 

His first words to the pair were ones of calculated weight, measured out for the moments of silence before, and yet thrown out with all the grace of plastic-wrapped rubbish. 

The brighter boy manages an extremely non-threatening scowl before turning away, but the other one- Alphie, his research had garnered, they/them and rather...ordinary- spoke up, almost certainly vibrating in their seat this time around. 

“Why’d you take us? Where’s da? Where’s dad?” 

With an over-pronounced sigh falling from the man’s lips, Berith stands up from his own ornately decorated armchair, catching the hilt of the emerald-inlaid blade with one final flick of his fingers. There’s barely a space of ten feet between the chairs, but each step he takes makes it feel as though it was an eternity, widening the distance as the silver of his weapon glints from a diamond-decorated chandelier light. 

“I couldn’t give a single damn caring about your father’s husband. I want your father, the one who goes by the name of Marvin Delvaux, here. We have a matter to settle, and he seems to ...spurn my beckoning. Seeing as you two are the closest ones to him, exempting the space girl, and the husband, you were the best ones for the job.” 

He could see Alphie visibly tense, and another few steps were taken forwards as the strawberry-blond boy speaks. Erin Attwell, taken in by this family, as Alphie had.

“They wouldn’t come here, they’re not pissbabies like you. Marvin and Jackie are better than you could h-” 

Pissbaby? 

Berith blinks in semi-shock at the teen’s statement before rolling his eyes, flicking his wrist and binding a bolt of water across his mouth, cutting him off mid sentence. 

“You don’t know the magician like I have. The fool would do anything for his loved ones.” 

With his back towards the wall, and body facing the teens, his blade was inches away from Alphie’s neck, ready to draw blood if need be to get this damned man out of hiding, after all these years- 

So he’s able to see the way their lips blossom into full smiles within moments, shoulders straightening as their eyes both fix on a point behind him- 

Ah. 

Probably should’ve done something to take care of the parents, rather than leave them be- 

“Berith!” 

Shit. 

Seafoam green cracks a vertical line in the wall before widening into the familiar circular portal of the magician wielding it, slicing open as fire swims off of the man emerging from it. 

Formerly blue eyes roll with dark blue flames, a color rarely seen at Marvin’s hand, before he levitates over to the demon, gripping his white dress collar and lifting him about an inch off the ground. 

Only raising the two-inch shorter man to Marvin’s level. 

Behind the two, from the portal, a baseball-cap wearing entity with wild purple hair leaps down, accompanied by a supersuit clad hero in red and black. 

Nebula and Jackie, both hellbent on making one man pay. 

Neb grips the hilt of a baseball bat, eyes dancing darkly as a single nod from the hero at her side leads her to the tied down teens, followed soon after by Jackie himself. 

Those bonds would take some time to work through. 

While they led on, Marvin’s fingers tighten around Berith’s collar, burning the fabric under his mere touch, as he yanks the man up higher, pure rage and adrenaline dancing through his red-hot blood. 

“Marvin, old friend.” 

Even in this scenario, Berith gives the magician a winning smile, toes barely brushing the ground, as his knife was only gripped tighter between the fingers of his right hand. 

“Don’t you dare call me that ever again. Not after what you did.” 

Marvin’s fingers tighten, burning Berith’s upper torso and shoulders, along with either side of his neck- but it didn’t garner an emotion other than a mere flutter of pain from the man. 

Emotions run high and fast between the two of them, as Marvin lowers Berith to the ground, only to grab at his wrists and form a fiery linking chain- but he wasn’t fast enough. 

Sometimes, the numbing power of adrenaline, in certain parts of the body, was a disadvantage. 

What he didn’t notice was the knife slipping into his rib cage. 

What he did notice, however, was the sudden stabbing pain searing it’s way through his chest, causing a scream to tear from the magician’s lungs; multiplied by two. 

Multiplied by twists. 

The second wound leaves the silvery blade slick with blood, the winning smile formerly displayed on the demon’s face extending more into a sick grin. Dislodging the weapon, scarlet shines against the delicate carver, the amount of blood dripping from the wound becoming wildly disproportionate for a blade injury of that size. 

“Gotcha.” 

Blood magic. 

A subset of water magic. 

One Berith’s training had let him learn, and handle well. 

And one that caused the magician to drop to the ground, sucking in a rattled breath as his hands rise to the feline shaped mask crowning his features, ripping it off in a search for air. 

His hands fall to the ground, trying to raise themselves to the wounds to heal. 

The leather dress shoes before him click against the ground for a moment before a wave of whitewater rises up; 

and Berith Kensley is gone. 

“Jackie-” 

Vermilion shades flash before Marvin’s eyes as he nearly slips in his own blood, feeling the coppery liquid soak into his clothing as it formed a decent-sized puddle below him. 

Neb and Jackie had managed to loosen the bonds just enough for them to slip out, but upon Berith’s disappearance, they slid away, splashing against the ground. 

Just in time for Jackie to glance up, and see his husband lying in a pool of his own blood, breathing raggedly. 

“MARVIN!” 

He doesn’t wait for the others. He doesn’t wait for anything, or anyone. Not right now. Jackie’s footsteps thump across the wooden flooring, falling to his knees- damning the bruises, sure to form.  

The trio can hear his shattered cry, and they glance up, almost confused- before their eyes widen. 

By the time Jackie’s reached his body, Marvin’s magic is flickering across his chest, trying to stitch the first wound up. Flickers of spring green essence manage to staunch the flow somewhat, but deep carmine bursts fight back, bringing forth the damage once more. 

Seems as though someone left some of his magic in Marvin, as a residual. 

As insurance. 

“Hey, love.” 

Marvin manages a grin, glancing up at the man, despite the white fabric turned cerise-red all over the front of his chest, and the strong scent of copper throughout the area. 

“Don’t you ‘hey, love.’ me. You keep your eyes open right now, Delvaux.” 

Tears roll down the hero’s cheeks as he grips the scarlet smeared fabric within his fists, holding the man’s mask in the other as he’s pulled Marvin into his lap. 

Blood dribbles out of the wounds steadily as Marvin’s magic intensifies in color and speed, flying back and forth, and yet it’s barely doing anything, capping off the blood flow. 

Marvin’s breath rattles within his chest as he manages to speak again, the blood loss getting to him. Spots dance before his vision as he struggles to stay awake, the magician seeing blob-like spots of his family’s faces. 

“Guess I should’ve...figured out a way to talk this out over coffee, then.” 

His chest rises and falls unsteadily before falling stock still for a beat, lips pausing between breaths to release a breath of air, eyes slipping shut. 

#HAAH ME WRITING A PROPER ENDING? NO <3 #marvin the magician #marvin the magnificent #jackieboyman #jbm #jackie collins #nebula #erin attwell #alphie #lily writes #berith kensley #ego shipping #septic writing #fanfic #marvin is breathing although very weakly