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rs-hawk · 2 months

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So Ohio has an Urban Legend called the Loveland frog and it's a giant frog that hangs around the swamps...say a reader got too curious and wanted to learn about it...for science

Ohh yes. I am very familiar with the Loveland Frog. I've never written about anything amphibian like this before so I hope you enjoy this! I did have to do some research though so that’s why this has taken awhile 🙏

You have always been an avid amateur cryptozoologist. It's not like you ever have thought that you would actually find anything, but you have fun, and for the most part it's a harmless hobby. You decide to head to Loveland, Ohio, in search of the supposedly pleasant Loveland Frogman, more affectionately called the “Loveland Frog”.

It’s dark when you creep to the little river he’s said to reside in. To you’re surprise, there’s no one else around. You read conflicting things on the frog, but it seems like the most common is that it’s a man sized frog with human intelligence, or a frog with a man’s body. Either way, it’s weirdly creepy, and almost a bit funny to you. You wander near the river, admiring the sounds of the night and the way the stars reflect off the water.

There’s the sound of splashing behind you, and at first, you pay it no mind. Jumping frogs, little fish, maybe even turtles. It isn’t until you feel something wet and… slimy? grab your arm that you turn around. Towering over you is the Loveland Frog. A hulking creature that you never expected to be real, much less be such an impressive specimen. All kinds of thoughts raced through your mind as you looked over it, it’s hand still curled around your forearm. Most prominent is “How does this thing mate?”

The creature slowly lets go of your arm, looking you over with matched curiosity. It brushes your hair out of your face, softly touching your skin and making croaking sounds at you that you’re unfamiliar with. They’re deep and powerful, vibrating in your chest with how close it is. Then, quite suddenly, it forces one of its slimy fingers inside of your mouth.

You wrinkle your nose at the taste and spit it out, but you’re already feeling the affects. While you can clearly see this thing is a frog, not a toad, the toxins that it must exude from its skin when it so pleases are flooding your brain. There’s a warmth and wetness between your legs that makes you let out an involuntary whimper when you adjust and your pants grind against your core. The creature seems pleased at the sound of your pleasure, causing it to reach out for you again.

You’re so unbalanced on your feet, with your body feeling both too light and too heavy at the same time, that you don’t even care as it leads you to an even more secluded part of the river. You’re back to wondering how something like this could mate. Is there only one? You’re swallowed by darkness as it takes you to a thicket.

The feeling of your clothes being stripped off of you and the cool wind that blows across the river hitting your bare skin makes you hum. The creature lays you down, spreading your legs to gaze at your dripping cunt. That makes you squirm, still present enough of mind to realize that this thing is trying to mate with you, however it does that. Instead of being disgusted though, you can’t help but being curious.

It’s long tongue slides across your clit, making you cry out in pleasure, your button pulsing and throbbing already. It pushes its tongue inside of you, your back arching and whimpering moans escaping your lips as it tongue fucks you to the brink. You’re so close to cumming that when it stops, you start cursing and whining.

That’s when the creature turns you on your back, shoving your face into the dirt. You do little, your body still feeling not like your own. It-he- pushes something thick and long inside of you. You grunt as you’re stretched out, trying to adjust to his size. Then, it starts slowly humping into you, and with each thrust, small objects are deposited into your womb. That’s when you start to squirm and cry out, begging for it to stop. Instead, he curls his hand over your face, forcing his fingers inside of your mouth again.

You’re so high that you slump completely against the ground, now enjoying the feeling of your womb being filled with heavy but squishy eggs. As the creature keeps fucking you into the dirt, you can’t help but clench and cum around his cock multiple times. So many times that you lose count. Finally, he pulls out. You think that it’s over so you let yourself relax, the high making your brain foggy.

However, after a moment, something even larger is stuffed into your used cunt. You moan loudly, grabbing at the grass underneath you. The first frogman walks in front of you, shoving his cock down your throat to feed you the toxin directly as the second creature fucks his cum deeply into you, coating your womb and fertilizing the heavy eggs inside of you.

Your eyes roll back into your head as the toxin makes you even more sensitive, causing you to cum each time the creature inside of you does. You can feel his slick dripping out of you, coating your thighs and the ground under you. Or maybe it’s your own. At this point, you’re not sure.

By sunrise, they both slink off back to the water, leaving you still high and foggy, covered in cum, with a stomach that already looks nine months pregnant.

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 year

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How would the M6 react to MC being drunk in front of them for the first time? The kind of drunk that changes MC's demeanor, and now they're all giggly and reckless

The Arcana HCs: M6 reacting to a drunk MC

~ I love this request. Also I know some of you are going to read this and wonder what the M6 are like when they get drunk, which is why I'll be reblogging the original creator's response to that question right after I post this! Love you guys - brainrot ~

- to set the scene-

It has been a very, very long Friday and you have never been more ready for the weekend. Unfortunately, by the time you make it back to your living space, you find a little note from your beloved apologizing because they're going to be back later than expected. You sigh, drop your bag onto the table, kick off your shoes and lean back to relax. You had picked up some spiked lemonade on your way back to try with them, but you figure a glass ahead of time wouldn't be too bad. You take a sip and are immediately disappointed by how little alcohol you can taste.

Half an hour and two large glasses later you can feel your head beginning to swim. Surely you aren't drunk, that stuff has next to nothing in it - until you check the label attached to the back and your eyes grow wide at the numbers you read. Just as the humor sets in and you begin to giggle you hear the door open.

"MC? I'm sorry I'm late ..."

Julian

Did he expect to come home to a drunk and giggling MC? No. Is he mad about it? Also no

He can't help it, the first thing he's trying to do is evaluate you. How drunk are you? Will he also be having a few drinks tonight or is he going to be staying sober so you can let loose?

He watches as you follow Malak around the house, trying to mimic his hoarse cawing

Water it is

Come to think of it, this is a fantastic chance to display his theatrical talents. He's always had a knack for comedy

You make one of the best audiences he's had in years. Even the jokes he doesn't deliver as well as he wants to are met with uncontrollable laughter

Will absolutely act out a comedy sketch in one of his stolen wigs, the plot getting increasingly ridiculous as he gets swept away in the moment

Will die of shame the next morning when you start quoting his amphibian-inspired Romeo and Juliette improv around the house:

"Forgive me, father frog, I got the warts from the toad. But how was I to resist him? His croaking was so passionate -"

Asra

When they opened the door and heard your giggles they knew it was a good night

And then he rounded the corner and saw your flushed face and lidded eyes and dopey smile and knew that you were apparently having a really good night

They're just pulling out a chair to pour themselves a drink too when they feel a draft and look up in time to see you marching out the back door

Now he's giggling as he jogs to catch up with you, wondering where on earth drunk you has decided to go at this time of night

The docks, apparently. Their story about Faust in the palace garden maze has inspired you to try the same thing

In the middle of the night

While you are not as sober as you should be to practice life-preserving magic

The problem is that Asra is your best/worst enabler, so if trespassing on the ships to jump off of their masts is what you want to do, then that's what the two of you are doing

Three, if you count Faust

You are absolutely going to get nauseated from all the floating and puke all over him

They had it coming for enabling you, but what they didn't see coming was you pulling them into the ocean for an impromptu bath

Nadia

She's never seen you so drunk before, normally when you drink with her it's at big dinners so you don't even get tipsy

She's wavering on how to respond. Should she partake in whatever delightful brew you've apparently smuggled into the palace?

Or should she dedicate herself to taking care of you instead?

Oh but now you're giggling and collapsing into her lap, asking her about her day -

She's telling you about this one meeting with a certain courtier and now you're interrupting her, arms flung wide as you go on a drunken rant about them

Well. She knew you tended to filter your thoughts in the palace, but she had no idea your opinions were this colorful. Or hilariously stated

Now she's reaching for the bottle of spiked lemonade and pouring you another glass. What other amusing judgments have you been hiding?

Muriel

Will spend the evening taking the most excellent care of you while she prompts you for more rants

Here, lie down in her lap, drink some water, let her give you a massage, and tell her more about your thoughts on the chamberlain's most recent outfit decision, and how it resembled a stoned flamingo

Happy to hear that you're happy, but a little unsure of how to proceed

Were you planning on getting drunk? Did something happen to make you want to get drunk?

Oh, the lemonade was stronger than expected? Ok

Wait no stop trying to climb him. He's not a tree. You're going to bump your head

Oh, now you're wondering outside and loudly singing. And Inanna's going with you because she thinks it's hilarious

He's enjoying this uninhibited side of you but he's concerned for your safety

And for the safety of all the natural wildlife that may encounter you in this state

Wait no don't climb that tree

When did you get so good at climbing trees? He's never even seen you try by yourself before and now you're a good twenty feet up???

Does he climb up after you? How will he convince you to come back down?

"... MC? If you come down, I'll cuddle you."

A moment of silence. Did it work?

All he hears is a faint "catch meee ..." from high above his head before you come hurtling down through the branches

He doesn't know how he survived all the heart attacks you gave him that night

Portia

Immediately inspecting whatever it is that got you so happy. She wants in on your secrets

Spiked lemonade? From that market stall? Haha, no wonder you're plastered

She'll have a little bit, but what she really wants to know is if you'll hear out her crazy ideas for your magic abilities

"MC? Is it possible to do magic while you're drunk?"

She's met with a lopsided grin and an unsteady flash of the funniest looking sparkles she's ever seen

Were those supposed to be ... in the shape of Pepi? Or a sea monster?

Oh, this is going to be so much fun

Takes you out into the garden because she needs to know if Cinderella's pumpkin coach can actually happen (one of her guilty reading pleasures)

You come up with some abomination consisting of several squash, a whole mess of vines, and one terrified rat

The two of you end up going on a joyride through the fields behind the palace, lurching violently in all directions

There is now a rumor of the menacing giggling cryptid that wanders through the fields at dusk, scattering chunks of ravaged gourd

Lucio

Party time? Party time!!

Already loudly praising your drinking habits as he starts gulping straight from the bottle

Maybe he would savor it normally, but you started without him so now he needs to catch up

He makes the same mistake you did, of not reading the label and assuming it was weak, and the bottle is empty in minutes

"You know MC, I'm kinda surprised something that weak got you that smashed ohhhhh wait a minute -"

He just stood up and is now swaying in place, startled by the headrush

And then he hears you snorting with laughter at yourself as you try to tell the worst dad joke he's ever heard

Normally at this point he'd be caught up in the frenzy of an out of control party, what's he supposed to do when it's just the two of you?

Except you told the punchline first, and then the beginning, but now you're kind of backtracking through the middle, and you're breathless with giggles, and he's laughing too

That's it, that's how the rest of the night goes, ruining all of your favorite jokes and laughing until you're nauseated and his mascara is streaming down his cheeks

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana shitpost #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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honey-minded-hivemind · 2 months

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Yandere Brotherhood (X men Evolution) and preteen fem reader who has Prehensile Hair and can talk to animals and is being fostered by Mystic.

Oooo, yes, more Brotherhood! I can do that, but I keep the Reader gender-neutral, or as the Reader's gender (which means for each Reader, it is whatever they are). Cool mutation idea! Let's try this out:

Your new guardian was pretty weird.

Not just because she was a mutant and a principal (and maybe evil?).

She had other kids at the Brotherhood home, and so far-

There wasn't anyone your age.

Your powers were pretty cool, with prehensile hair, in the shape of tentacles, that curled and grew long, wriggling when you were uncomfortable or curious. Your other power was even cooler, being able to talk with animals, and have them understand you.

It meant you made a lot of friends amongst the natural world...

But it also meant you earned quite the interest from the older teens.

You're looking at a little frog, who's wandered close by after the rain, and are approached by Toad, or Todd, as you try to call him.

"Yo, little teen, what's up?" he asks, squatting next to you in the grass. His tongue flicks out for a second, snatching a mosquito.

"Nothing much. Ribbit-Croak-Plip-The-Third here says he's never seen an amphibian as big as you. Yeah, I know, little guy, he pretty cool. Did ya want to say hi?" You pick the frog up, gently holding it so it can look at Todd. "See? He's kinda like you!"

"It- he... can understand you? And you understand him?" Toad asks, scratching at his hair.

"Yep! And he says he would like to be your friend!"

"That's... That's pretty cool. You're cool, little frog man," he replies, and taps his knuckle against the frog.

"He said you're cool... Okay! Ribbit-Croak-Plip says you're cool, too, and that he knows where some good worms are. If you want, he can show you," you translate.

And that's how you helped Toad and your frog friend make a new friend.

Lance and Fred learn you can lift things with your hair- tentacles- hair-tacles, when you're trying to cook dinner one night.

Two thick strands hold up the mixing bowl as three thinner ones add in herbs, milk, and creamy chicken soup. A few longer pieces are setting up the pan with rice, while the rest dice up the chicken meat. It's busy, enough so that you don't notice them come in right away.

"And that's what Toad said he heard from- Woah! Your hair's moving!" Fred exclaims, and you turn to look at him, as well as Lance, who'd he been talking with. You wave at them, as well as one your hair-tacles.

Lance's face turns pale, then a little green. "I... um. I think I might need to sit down a minute," he mumbles, plopping down into a chair by the chipped table. Fred only comes closer, looking at them and the ingredients.

"Whatcha cooking?"

"Chicken and rice casserole."

"Does it taste good?"

"Mhm..."

"... May I touch one of your... thing-a-ma-jigs?"

"Sure," you say, turning back to the bowl, now being filled with the diced chicken, the now-free strands opening up the oven as you pour the mixture into the pan. You feel a light touch on one of the tentacles, gentle and shaking. With a quick curl, it bumps the hand. "Boom, hair bump," you chirp, adding in some rice and stirring it into the mix, and once it's settled in the pan, you pop it into the oven.

"So... it's not snakes?" Lance asks weakly.

"No... It's like a little octopus," Fred says in quiet awe, bopping another one with a finger, earning a small bop back.

"Oh... So... An Ursula version of Medusa?" Lance says, then looks at the nearest tentacle. It boops him on the nose, then ruffles his hair. "Hey, leave the hair alone!" That only gets a giggle out of you as you wait for the casserole to cook.

Pietro isn't much issue, and neither is Wanda, both accepting g it without much problem, especially once you gift them a kitten, one who happily purrs the moment you plop it into their hands.

"This is Potter, they love people, they're an orphan, and they saw you, Wanda, and wanted to know if she needed a mouse catcher and loyal guardian. They also saw Pietro and said he'd like to nap on him, that he vibrated and so he must purr so much and be happy," you babble, stroking its small head with slow ministrations.

"... I will guard them with my life," Wanda says firmly, petting the kitten as it only purrs louder.

"... And I guess we could use a mouser. But it's not sleeping with me!" Pietro mutters.

(The kitten ended up sleeping with him, and would do so every night after, never being kicked out no matter how much Pietro acted mad) (He wasn't, the kitten, Potter, said it was cooed over and cuddled and given so many kisses that they couldn't help but give the purring mutant and the powerful guardian all the kisses it could give)

Mystique didn't cause as much mischief when you were part of a mission, but that didn't stop her from setting you up in odd situations.

"Why do I have to pretend to be your child?" you asked, looking up at the currently-disguised mutant.

"Because, my dear, it is imperative we catch Xavier while his guard is down," she practically purrs, then pulls you into a hug. "Now, let's try to get closer; I think I see our opening."

The two of you walked around the park, enjoying the pond and nature around you, even getting ice cream together. It was the perfect act, enough to let you two spy on the X-Men's older leader/guardian (it wasn't an act for Mystique, she just wanted to spend time with you and show you off to Charles).

It was pretty nice, overall, being with the Brotherhood.

You just had to keep away from the X-Teens, or otherwise you ended up grounded.

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #platonic yandere x reader #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere mystique #platonic yandere lance alvers #platonic yandere blob #platonic yandere pietro maximoff #platonic yandere wanda maximoff #platonic yandere toad #platonic yandere fred dukes #platonic yandere quicksilver #platonic yandere scarlet witch #platonic yandere avalanche #platonic yandere Brotherhood

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sailtomarina · 5 months

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A New Wreath

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy & Scorpius Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Scorpius Malfoy | @hp-yuletide-bliss Day 1: Parents/children relationship | WC 1576 | Rating: G

It was a bit of a miracle that Scorpius and Draco could even find a spot along the wall to observe the crowds bustling around Professor Longbottom’s new greenhouse. The holiday season was well underway with magical snow falling from the ceiling and dissipating before touching anybody��s heads, and Mrs Longbottom had somehow convinced some toads to croak along to the Christmas soundtrack she’d charmed to sound throughout all the buildings.

Hermione’s long-standing friendship with his father made her adamant on finding the majority of the Manor’s holiday decor from her favorite Herbologist. Scorpius had tried to convince her to forgo the effort seeing as they had House Elves to do the work for them and he already enjoyed more than enough festivity at Hogwarts.

But there was no steering her once her mind was set. Plus, she said it helped her support Neville’s business, and how could any of them say no to that?

“You’d think 50 wreaths would be enough,” Scorpius grumbled, watching her wave her arms excitedly as she put in an order for 100 more from a very amused-looking Hannah.

“Well, she’s taking into account not just the Manor, but all the outbuildings, too. Where there are windows and doors, there’s bound to be a wreath.” His father simply sounded amused, and he rested an arm across Scorpius’ shoulders as they continued to wait.

“And the trees? It’s not like we’re Hogwarts needing 10 trees in our Ballroom.”

“No, but 10 trees would cover all the important rooms.”

Scorpius snorted at the thought of it. He wouldn’t be surprised if one of those Evergreens ended up in his bedroom, laden with all of his childhood ornaments.

He waved at the sight of Albus and Lily Potter. They trailed after their mum, who was making her way towards Hermione. They waved back, then disappeared behind a crowd of eager shoppers.

“You’re free to join your friends, if you like,” his father encouraged, squeezing his shoulder just once before letting go.

“Thanks, Dad.”

Scorpius jetted away immediately, winding around trailing ivy and teetering pots. He bumped into more than one witch and wizard along the way as he made his way towards where he last saw the Potters.

“Sorry! So sorry!”

“Scorpius!”

His heart soared at the sound of his name, then he grinned at the flash of red before he was nearly tackled off his feet in a fierce hug.

“Hey, Lily. Hey, Albus.”

Lily let go as her brother approached, and the two boys exchanged their secret handshake.

“Where’s James?” Scorpius asked.

“He stayed at home to help Dad–”

Lily cut off her brother before he could finish, “--set up a huge surprise for mum.”

“Lily! It’s a secret!” Albus swatted at her head, but she ducked at the last minute so he snatched nothing but air.

“It’s just Scorpius!”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone,” Scorpius assured them.

A part of him, deep down, twinged in pain at the memories of him and his dad once setting up surprises for his mum. She’d laugh uncontrollably every time, long, dark hair spilling forward to hide her face as she clutched her stomach with each giggle.

That was before she got sick. After that, they didn’t want to risk hurting her even more than she already was.

“What are you all doing here, then?” He changed the subject before his face could give his thoughts away.

Lily waved over her shoulder. “Mum wanted to see if Professor Longbottom could teach her how to untangle the garlands we messed up.”

“What’d you lot do?”

Albus’ eyebrows waggled as he grinned, before he leaned forward to loudly whisper, “We built a Christmas nest for Aurora.”

Aurora was Mr Potter’s snowy owl. Scorpius chuckled as he imagined the look on their mum’s face when she discovered her garlands had been twisted and shaped beyond repair.

“Scorpius! Where’s Draco?” Hermione’s question brought his attention away from the siblings and over to where she stood with Mrs Longbottom. Her brow was wrinkled in concern as she scanned the greenhouse in search of his father. She knew, as well as he, that he hated crowds.

“He’s waiting against the wall. Want me to fetch him?”

Warm caramel eyes turned back to look at him, and he couldn’t help but relax in response to her smile. “That’s alright. I won’t be too much longer.”

She returned to her discussion with the heavily pregnant woman at her side, one hand rising far above her head as she tried to describe the heights required for a Malfoy Christmas tree.

“So, it’s going well then?”

“Hm?” He turned a puzzled glance at Albus.

“You and Hermione.” Lily nodded at her brother’s side in agreement. What were they on about?

“I mean, yeah. She’s great. Why wouldn’t we get on?”

The two Potters glanced at each other with what looked like exasperation.

“Aren’t she and your dad, you know, together now?”

Scorpius’ eyes jumped high on his forehead at the question. Hermione and his dad?

“What makes you think that?”

Now they were looking at him like he’d missed an obvious answer in Charm’s Class, his best subject.

“Scorpius,” Lily said carefully, “have you not seen them?”

He jerked back at her tone, his stomach dropping at the implication. He looked over their shoulders back towards where he’d left his dad whose height and unmistakable hair made it easy work. He spotted the grey eyes that matched his own, but they weren’t looking at him.

They looked past him.

At Hermione.

The creases at the corners of his eyes faded somehow, and he looked soft in a way Scorpius hadn’t seen in several years…not since his mum.

“They’re…friends…” he said softly, still at a loss in how he’d missed the signs right in front of him.

“They are…” Lily replied slowly.

“You okay, mate?” Albus asked, but Scorpius didn’t answer him.

He followed his dad’s line of sight until he reached its obvious source. This time, Scorpius really looked.

Hermione turned, sensing the gaze that sought her own, and, as she locked onto his father, Scorpius saw.

He saw the way her eyes sparkled and lips parted. He saw the hitch in her breathing and the inquisitive tilt of her head in an unspoken question. This brilliant, wickedly funny, thoughtful witch liked his dad, and his dad liked her back.

Perhaps even loved.

Scorpius was surprised that he didn’t feel angry, or even sad, at the realization. His father had been lost for so long after his mum’s death, that when he started to come alive Scorpius had thanked whatever gods might or might not exist for not taking him, too. When Hermione started coming around for work, then as a friend, Scorpius had been thankful for her, as well. She brought a levity to the Manor that it desperately needed.

She couldn’t be any more different than his mum, light to dark, snarky to sweet, exuberant to gentle. He hadn’t seen her like a substitute, unaware for so long about what had been undoubtedly growing between the two adults, but he had noticed the way she filled an emptiness he had thought would never go away.

“See you guys after Christmas, yeah?”

He didn’t wait to listen to his friends’ replies, quickly making his way back towards his father. Rather than lean against the wall next to him like he had earlier, he came to a stop in front of him.

“Dad.”

Draco looked down at Scorpius, the gentleness from his exchange with Hermione still present in the muscles of his face. “Son?”

“I’m cool with it, you and Hermione.”

His father blinked once, twice. His mouth hung open for another beat more, before he resumed activity. “There’s no rush to–”

“Dad.”

Draco’s mouth shut at the admonishment.

“I really, really like her. She isn’t Mum, but no one ever will be. She’s Hermione. You should tell her how you feel.”

The eyes looking down at him flashed with emotion, the man taking a staggering breath, and then another. He brought up his hands to rest on Scorpius’ shoulders.

“When did you get to be so wise, hm?”

“I’ve always been wise. You can thank Mum for that.”

Draco snorted, but didn’t disagree. He crushed Scorpius in a hug that radiated exactly how he felt.

“What’d I miss?” Hermione’s chipper voice brought them out of their embrace. Her eyes widened as she took in their faces, the way their eyes shimmered with tears they’d never let fall in public.

“We’ll tell you back at the Manor,” Draco said with a smile.

Scorpius reached out to take her bag, overflowing with mistletoe, and sent her his own reassuring grin, dimples on full display.

“Shall we?” He playfully nudged her elbow, then danced away as she made to jab him back.

“You!” She missed again. He lept back, cackling loudly and retreating towards the exit.

As the distance between them widened and she gave up to walk at his father’s side, Scorpius pocketed a handful of the mistletoe. He could think of several key locations where they’d never suspect them. Maybe he could help kick off their relationship before they could get too caught up in talking and all that dramatic rot. Hermione and his dad both had the nasty habit of overthinking things, then getting all huffy, carrying on in shrieks and jabby fingers.

Mistletoe. Kisses. Bam.

Christmas magic. They could thank him later.

If you’re reading this, welcome to the start of my submissions for the Yuletide Bliss Festival, the first of my Christmas writing festivals! I hope you enjoy as the month brings us closer to one of my favorite days of the year.

I wrote this with Scorpius and Draco fresh on my mind after writing their relationship in another work of mine (still to be revealed). This is a Hermione sans any marriage with Ron, because I didn’t want to have to mess with any complications of Scorpius versus Rose.

#harry potter fanfiction #dramione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #hermione granger #draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #hp yuletide bliss #christmas hp fest

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picturesofthegoneworlds · 5 months

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Thank you everyone who sent in prompts - I make no promises as to when I will make my way through them, but the intention is there. If you will allow me, I had a couple or so relating to the warmth statement from last episode, as well as one that involved that along with some specific logistics, which both call back somewhat to something I wrote back in October of 2022, so I'm going to post a segment of that in the meanwhile whilst I work on the next chapter of Intertwined and these requests. Thanks for reading and participating. ***

Unable to say if it was intentional or not, Imogen releases an audible sigh.

“What's on your mind?”

“Bein’ in the Heartmoor Hamlet…” she finishes what she meant to say before, what she’d proclaimed to Laudna when they were there, but she hadn’t heard, and then Imogen second-guessed.

“…it felt nice. Peaceful. Somewhere people have to make an effort to get to - so it keeps the crowds at bay…” She turns onto her side and reclines further into the mattress. Still holding Laudna’s hand, her finger traces each tendon that divides the flat plane. “…and you got your shop for bric-a-brac and curios that’d keep ya occupied with findin’ parts or things t’fix up and assemble, could probably even get a deal goin’ with the lady who owned the place and sell your own creations there too-”

“Sounds like you’ve got it all planned out”

Imogen blushes.

“I – it doesn’t have to be there, necessarily-”

Laudna squeezes her hand.

“I think we would suit living in a house on stilts. Would be interesting to see what the planting options are in the wetlands…a lot of reeds…water lilies…” her face scrunches as she rests her index finger across her lower lip, thumb pinching it into its length, visibly thinking.

“…oh! Frogs!” Her eyes shine and she drops Imogen’s hand in excitement as she cuts her own into the air. “Can you imagine? Stepping stones to the front door and your last paces home serenaded by a chorus of frogs?!”

Imogen can imagine it. Has imagined it. Laudna a few bounds ahead of her, straw basket swinging in the crook of an elbow, a cornucopia full of a bounty of fruits from the allotment. A sickle-smile splitting over her shoulder as she hops from one flagstone to another, reeds whistling up to her arms cut off before they can form an arched pathway, and clearings on the water’s surface full of white and pink lilies and beady eyed emerald frogs and fat warted brown toads sat croaking on the flat and buoyant leaves.

In dreams. Does she dare?

“Imagine them keepin’ us up all night when they won’t shut up.” She playfully rolls her eyes as she dramatically throws her head back against the pillow, giggling, all gap tooth and freckles and dimples.

“They’ll keep the flies at bay; a lot of them would want to hang around, what with all the stagnant water. Mosquitos too. Not that they would bother me. Will there be enough flies left for the spiders?” Laudna pauses her hands and mouth - still sat up in the bed, looks down over at Imogen as if she has the answer-

“I’m sure there’ll be plenty for the spiders too. If not, I’m sure a frog or two can be utilised for spell components.”

-she does.

Laudna blinks.

“Imogen”

“What?”

Laudna turns more fully towards Imogen, pivoting around the anchor point of an anaemic hand on a crumpling bed sheet and she stills, torso half-way between horizontal with Imogen’s and fully upright.

A silence stretches.

Imogen acknowledges her eyes scanning her, even in the lower light and with the absence of an obvious pupil and a lack of white.

The silence feels as though a gentle nudge of Laudna in her head, like a light tapping of knuckle on door to a beat shared between the two of them as if a secret language, always welcome but never assuming.

Imogen lets her in.

Of course I want that too…but everything I have here...

She sees herself as she is now, through Laudna’s eyes; lilac hair let out of its casual half-up do and fanning out and covering the pillow in curls, dressed in her white pleated night shirt, emphasizing the bronzing of her skin and the darker freckles that constellate her shoulders and the tops of her breasts, candlelight bathing her in dancing gold.

Warm, warm, warm. Warmer than any hearth. Light to my eyes, honey to my ears, softness to my touch, heat to my tongue-

Her thick thighs; spread slightly on the bed and her shirt barely covering half-way down them. A thought that overlaps perceived reality manifests; of Laudna’s fingers dimpling the tanned surface as her tongue laps at her-

Imogen flushes and her breathing shallows, spine arching her chest off the straw mattress as she sits up, mouth parting-

“Laudna, you’re starin’-”

(you can read the rest here)

#Imodna #Imogen Temult #Laudna #Fanfic #Emma writes #Link is to an E-rated fic

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Part 2

Steve backed into his case of a bed as he was met with two toads.

"Where am I? Who are you?"

"I'm Carol and this is Tommy", one toad gestured to herself and then the other. "We've decided to graciously welcome you into our home~"

"After we saw that fairy pestering you all night, that is", Tommy croaked.

"Eddie?", Steve's face scrunched a little at the insinuation. "He wasn't pestering me or anything like that." Last night had been the most wonderful night of his life and now his morning was sour.

"In fact, I need to get home." He crawled out of his bed, fully awake now, realizing he had been kidnapped in the dead of night. "I'm supposed to be seeing him again today."

"Again?!" Both toads exclaimed.

"Now that would be a bad idea", Tommy said, shoving Steve back into the case as Carol sat next to him.

"If you hang out with that prince, he'll actually get the idea you like him or something."

Steve blushed. It was a lot more than just like at this point. Apparently they could tell just by looking at him because they just laughed.

"Listen, you obviously don't know, but those fairies are freaks", Tommy sat on Steve's other side, boxing him in between them. "They're always flying around, like little flies."

"Delicious, but annoying", Carol added. "And so high and mighty."

"Ooh~ Look at me, I change the seasons."

"If you run in with their crowd, you're gonna be too busy for any fun."

"Busy?", Steve questioned.

"With all their busy-body fairy stuff. Getting involved in everyone's business", Tommy scorned.

"And keeping to themselves too much. They hardly go anywhere."

Steve didn't know how you could be a busy-body AND not go anywhere at the same time.

"Well, Eddie said he could show me the world. And I want to see it."

"Tommy and I have already done that! We could show you all the good spots~"

"And you won't be tied down to some prince."

"The bakeries of France, the monuments of Greece-"

"The shows in Spain, the art in Germany-"

"We'll take you there, free of charge."

The constant back and forth had him swiveling his head and losing his way and the more they talked, the more it sounded like a good idea to go. After all, seeing the world was what he wanted, wasn't it?

"The decision's made then", Carol decided without a word from Steve. She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. "And to seal the deal, let's have a little party."

"A party?"

Tommy grabbed Steve by the waist and before he could protest, was set down on a lily pad.

"Of course a party", he said. "Gotta celebrate your nuptials."

"My WHAT?!"

"We're gonna get some other toads. Then we can really get crazy", Carol grinned. "While we're gone, you can decide which of us you're gonna marry. Fun fact, Tommy burps when he croaks."

"And Carol's tongue lashes out in her sleep."

"Hey wait a minute!"

"See ya soon~!", the two toads crooned as their boat skuttled down the stream, in search of the rest of their friends.

Steve looked at his surroundings. On a lily pad, no dry land in sight. He sighed, ran a hand through his hair and then jumped in. Better start swimming. Hopefully Eddie wouldn't mind that he was late and also soaking wet. He wasn't quite sure of his direction, but all water had to lead somewhere and eventually get to land. As he swam, a bird flew overhead and noticed him.

"Uh, hey, quick question, what're you doing?", the bird asked, flying low.

"Swimming", Steve answered shortly, not having much room to talk.

"I can see that, but why?"

"To get home."

"Mhm. And you thought this was a good idea because?"

"What's it to you?!" Steve finally paused and floated in place while the bird landed on a cattail.

"Just seems like there's better options than swimming back. Like some sort of vessel."

"Yeah, well, my kidnappers took the boat, so this is my only choice."

"I mean you also could've just waited for someone to come by and help you."

"Who are you anyway and where were you when I got stolen?"

"Name's Dustin and if your kidnappers operate like most, it was probably night. So I was asleep."

"Well Dustin, I'd love to talk but I've got a date to keep. So bye." Steve started to swim again only to hear the bird call out once more.

"So were you planning on getting out before or after the waterfall?"

Steve didn't have time to ask before the current suddenly got faster, pulling him without even trying. He let out a shout before it took him under. He tried grabbing onto a stalk, a rock, anything to root him but his hands were too slippery and he was too disoriented. Dustin rushed after him and tried to pull Steve out himself but he wasn't strong enough. It wasn't until the other animals got involved, herding Steve away from the precipice that they were able to save him and get him out of the water.

Steve choked up what he swallowed and let out a shuddering breath. He looked around and tried to gather himself.

"Thanks. I owe you guys one. I'm...I'm Steve, by the way."

"So what're you gonna do now?", Dustin asked.

"I'm trying to go home, but..." Steve looked up at the grasses that surrounded him, much taller and keeping him from seeing any path that led back to his mother, back to Eddie. "It's looking kind of hopeless at this point."

He didn't even know which direction the toads had taken him. And then that stunt in the stream had him even less sure of where he was.

"So you're just gonna sit here and mope then?", Dustin asked.

Steve glared. "It's not that simple. I have no idea where I am or where to go!"

"Sitting here isn't gonna change anything. The way I see it, you got four choices."

"Four?"

"Yeah, go east, west, north, or south." Steve rolled his eyes as the bird continued. "Eventually, you'll either find home, or find someone who knows the way. Maybe you'll even run into that prince guy."

"How do you kno-"

"I think half the forest saw you two last night. Really gross by the way, you should get a room."

"I had one." But Dustin was right. He had to get moving somehow. Maybe Eddie had already gone to his house and saw that he wasn't there. Maybe he was already looking for him. Steve got to his feet, he took off his shirt and wrung it out as best as he could but made do with the fact he'd be wet for a little while.

His determination renewed, he started on his journey home, again.

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Eddie had gone through a plethora of emotions in the past few hours. Anticipation and elation when he returned to Steve's abode. Confusion when he found his mother crying. Heartbreak and anger when she said he had been kidnapped. Anxiety as he tried to figure out how to find him. Knowing it was toads didn't exactly narrow it down.

In his frenzy, he did remember to stop by home to speak with his uncle. If looking for Steve was going to take a while, he had to be sure he actually had the time.

"First you shirk off your duties last night to go gallavatin' and then you come in here tellin' me you found the boy of your dreams and now he's just disappeared into thin air?"

"Kidnapped. Kidnapped is what I said. And I need to find him."

"Doesn't seem like the helpless type", Wayne said, stroking his chin. "You're the one who said he parried you with a needle."

"Yeah", Eddie swooned a little. "But he's probably unarmed and he can't fly. Even if he gets free, it could take him ages to find his way home."

"So what do you want me to do about it?"

"Hold off on the chill. Just until I find him."

"Hold off? Summer's nearly done, son." Wayne knew he was in love but messing with the seasons was a tall order for just one person.

"Please. If things freeze over I'll never find him. He could die!" Spurred on by the urgency, Eddie hopped onto Honey and left before he could get a response. He'd find his Steve. Or he'd die trying.

Part 4

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#apo writes #fanfiction #stranger things #steddie #thumbelina au #enter dustin #as that annoyin as bird!#i need yall to know that as i got older i began to despise him #you'll never guess who i cast as the beetle #okay maybe you will #but guess anyway

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zuppizup · 1 year

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Little Moments 1.0

She thinks he’s talking to himself at first, which isn’t unusual for him.

Or rather it wasn’t.

He used to mutter to himself while drawing or reading his big dusty books and she’d find herself sitting and watching him, laughing quietly if he got particularly animated.

And so she thinks it’s sweet he’s kept this endearing trait after two years, but then it turns out he’s actually talking to Bait and Stella.

Which is somehow sweeter and more endearing.

She hangs back in the hallway, peering around the corner as he chats to the two creatures. They are both perched on the camp kitchen table and it looks like he’s cutting up fruit for them. Janai has found a little pavilion for them to congregate in for the few days they will be staying at the Sunfire camp.

“Bait!” He whines when the glow toad slurps a piece of some bright pink fruit. “Seriously! Let me finish. I’m hungry too, you know?”

Bait croaks grumpily, pouting in an exaggerated fashion.

Stella takes advantage of Callum’s distraction, darting forward and snagging half a of large berry. She gives herself up with her happy chittering though and Callum turns to find her nibbling happily.

“Oi!” He puts his hands on his hips and looks at her pointedly. “You’re new, you know? I haven’t made up my mind about you yet and this thievery isn’t doing you any favours.”

Stella looks up at him with her big, sad eyes pondering for a moment and then offers him the remains of the half eaten berry.

“I don’t want that!” Callum turns up his lip, snorting. “I want you both to wait two minutes while I finish cutting this up. Can you do that? Can you do that for me please?!”

Stella looks at Bait and they seem to have a silent conversation before Bait huffs and groans and Stella plops onto her little bum. Simultaneously, they sigh, seeming to signal they will give him a moment to finish preparing the assorted fruits.

“Thank you.” Callum sighs, shaking his head as he goes back to cutting up fruit. “Now, I don’t really know what most of this is, but we’re just going to have to be adventurous, okay?” He looks between his companions. “Give everything a try and not just wolf down the sun melons… I’m looking at you, Bait.”

Bait grumbles, covering his eyes with his scaly front legs.

Callum snorts, and continues cutting. He plops the last of the fruit into a bowl and looks back at the animals. “Done!” He smiles brightly. “You guys are going to help me clean up, right?”

Stella twitters, jumping up and leaping onto his shoulder. Callum picks up the bowl and she grabs him around the neck with her tail, leaning forward to swipe at the pile of fruit.

“No! Stop!” Callum tries to shrug her off. “I’m not done done. Let me at least sit down!”

Stella ignores him, her little hands grabbing fruit and stuffing it into her face.

Seeing her lose her resolve spurs Bait into slow action. Grumbling a battle charge, he leaps from the table and begins pawing at Callum’s leg as Callum tries to fend Stella off and make his way to the chairs.

“Oi!” He hops around Bait, clutching the bowl. “Stop ganging up on me! Traitors! I didn’t even want to share this with you!”

Stella drops a large berry and before she can react, Bait catches it with his long tongue. She screeches loudly, dropping from Callum’s shoulder and landing on Bait’s head. Using all four of her arms, she attempts to pry his mouth open and retrieve her berry.

“Stella, no!” Callum drops to his knees, gently holding her back. “Here.” He holds out a large berry for her and she pouts for a moment before taking it. Seeing her appeased, Callum looks at Bait. “And you!” He narrows his eyes dramatically at Bait who looks away. “Don’t you tease her. She’s only a baby.”

Bait grumbles, eyes moving between Callum and Stella before he rolls his eyes and shrugs.

“Thanks Bait.” Callum grabs a large piece of sun melon and presents it to the little glow toad.

Bait’s eyes sparkle for a moment before he grabs the melon with his long tongue.

“Ew, gross.”

Callum sighs and it’s all too much. Rayla can no longer contain her giggles.

Jumping a little, Callum looks over his shoulder, blushing brightly to find her watching him. “Eh, hi.” He gets to his feet, still clutching the bowl. “You, em, been there long?”

“Long enough.” She hangs back in the pavilion entrance, waiting to gauge his reaction to her. “You doing okay there?”

“Well, I’m managing.” He smiles a little, looking between Stella and Bait. “It used to be hard enough stopping Bait stealing my lunch.”

She laughs softly. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

They wait in an awkward silence for a moment and she wonders if she should leave him to it.

“Em, you hungry?” He awkwardly holds the bowl out to her. “I’m not sure how much there will be but…” He nods at the fruit. “If you’re hungry…?”

They eat a pleasant lunch together, still that distance between them but less than yesterday and that less than the day before.

And he smiles at Stella as she begins to fall asleep, tummy full and looking content. Bait is napping in her lap and perhaps they don’t have to sit in silence to let the animals sleep but they do and for once it’s not awkward. It’s pleasant.

And when she looks at him and hazards a small smile… well, he smiles back.

Continued: Little Moments 2.0

Also on AO3: Little Moments

#Stella is only mildly evil in this ficlet #rayllum #rayllum fanfic #rayla #callum #the dragon prince #tdp #tdp fanfic #the dragon prince fanfic #rayla x callum #callum x rayla #tdp spoilers #tdp season 4 spoilers #zuppi fanfic #fic: little moments

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elvendara · 7 months

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MYSME FICTOBER DAY 2

@mysme-fictober

Michael's Edition

2 October 2023—TOAD

“Shut up!” Yoosung threw his pillow towards the window knowing full well it did no good.

“Wha…what’s wrong?” Saeran turned towards his boyfriend in groggy confusion.

“That stupid toad!” Yoosung ran his fingers aggressively through his blond hair, resisting desperately his desire to yank his golden strands in frustration. “It’s been a week! I can’t get any sleep!” he swung his feet off the bed and stomped towards the window, throwing it open. The sound was louder and harsher.

Saeran sighed and left the warm and comfort of the bed as well. He yawned and stretched as he walked towards the younger man, setting his hand on his shoulder. “Come back to bed.” He whispered and kissed his neck.

“How can you sleep with this racket?”

“Just ignore it.”

“Ignore it? How? I’m going to find you, you little shit! And I’m going to squish you!” he yelled out of the window.

The toad croaked loudly as if calling his bluff. In fact, a cacofally exploded, as if it called in its friends to serenade the irritated blond. Saeran couldn’t help it and he let out a laugh.

“E tu Brute?” Yoosung scowled as he turned towards the red-head.

“I’m sorry, but that sounded planned! And I just got an image in my head of a toad in the center of other toads as they discussed how to annoy you the most.” He couldn’t stop laughing.

“I hate you.” Yoosung snarled as he grabbed his pillow and a blanket.

“Where are you going?” Saeran asked, closing the window and curtains tight.

“In the living room! Maybe I won’t be able to hear them in there. Good night!”

“Come on babe! Just put some music on, or your earplugs. Don’t leave me in this cold bed alone!” he pleaded.

Yoosung just waved at him as he walked out the bedroom door.

“Damn it!” Saeran frowned, glaring at the window as the chorus of toads continued their midnight concert.

In his bedroom, Saeyoung, Saeran’s twin and all around prankster, slept soundly, a soft smile on his face as he dreamed about the tiny speakers he’d set up outside of Saeran and Yoosung’s bedroom after Yoosung had complained about a single night of a toad keeping him awake.

#mysme-fictober #mysme fictober #mystic messenger #day 2 #Toad #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #mention of Saeyoung Choi #mysme #Halloween #Michael's prompt list

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tothewizardry · 9 months

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‘Damn it’, I cursed under my breath. The last thing I needed was to become involved in a wizard’s duel. The dishes were piling up, the rest of my cottage a mess of floating books that couldn’t be bothered to stay in place and the pumpkin patch hadn’t seen a proper weeding in weeks. ‘Oh well..’

I peeked into my cauldron and realized with delight that some of my deadly mushroom stew was still bubbling merrily away. ‘Perfect. This will be part of my spell.’ Augustus The Toad croaked approvingly from his spot in the sink.

I put on grandma Agatha’s tattered hat, because that is what you do as a respectable forest witch about to concoct a spell, and began chanting in the wild tongue of nature.

Half an hour later I gave the stew another counter-clockwise stir and finished my song at the last verse.. Strong winds were rattling at the shutters of my cottage, and dark clouds began to form in the distance. A lightning bolt flashed across the horizon. I smiled. My spell was showing its first effects.

‘Alright Augustus. Let’s get this cottage set up for a storm, shall we?’

#arcane areana #wizard games

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nikkeisimmer · 7 months

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Happy in Hylewood - Introduction

(since the Watcher is going absolutely nuts with the building of his "modern" house in the Legacy) *************************************************************** Narrator: Nikkei_Simmer’s mind has just taken a long walk off the map.

With so much to do (building a house; creating 10 security guard sims, etc etc etc…) before he can continue with his legacy, he’s going to stick his sims on Hylewood and let them fend for themselves.

Also his alter-ego or his id (in terms of Freudian psychology) has come out to play… for those of you who are coming back to the Sims 3 side of the EA forums or are browsing my Tumblr and haven't run into my more deranged characters, in the form of Evil_Haruo. Evil_Haruo comes out to play whenever the Watcher likes to cause chaos in his game…Keep in mind that Evil_Haruo doesn’t like anyone and is probably plotting all of his fellow Sims' demises, rubbing his hands in glee at the chaos he is going to cause…and cackling.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Sims, Good_Haruo, River and Bebe have all gone out to the beach to fish for their dinner.

Who knows what Evil_Haruo is going to do for dinner if he doesn’t get his hind end out to the pier or someplace and fish for his dinner. Otherwise he’s going to go hungry and that’s not going to make Evil_Haruo a happy camper. In fact he may even go about stealing a fish from his fellow Sims in order to get something into his stomach.

Or maybe not, he decided that he was going to go fish (and not the card game either).

With this particular game, the Watcher is going to add in a Sim every day for a week, he has started with four sims. Good_Haruo, Evil_Haruo, and he will have 11 by the time he is finished adding Sims to his game. With the Watcher…that will be 12 sims in total.

The Watcher is just going to sit and observe the chaos and hope to heck he doesn't go completely bug-cranking nuts.

The Watcher decided he was going to go pick flowers. At least it was something to do and he wasn't much of a fisherman anyways. At least he didn't get hayfever, unlike the real Watcher. Those flowers always make him sneeze.

Evil_Haruo was hanging out by the water wheel…fishing. He really wasn't too good at it. He'd only caught two goldfish and a toad. Toads were not great for eating. And there was no elixir consignment shop. Which meant he had to keep that noisy croaking thing in his pocket. Man, his pocket was going to start stinking up the joint.

River was having much better luck at the fishing. She had four minnows, a rainbow trout and four toads.

Bebe on the other hand had been fishing for some time now and she had amassed only two minnows, a rainbow trout and a toad.

Surprisingly, Haruo, the angler of the group, hadn't caught much other than a sea-sludge and an anchovy. The sea-sludge isn't edible as far as the Watcher knows.

And the Watcher thinks that fishing is boring anyways. A bunch of tossing hooks in the water and hoping that something finny is stupid enough to bite…and get caught. But that's probably because he hasn't managed to hook anything yet. Maybe it might be more exciting if he actually managed to catch something. But anyways, he did make over §8500.00 today just from picking flowers. At least that ought to get him enough to buy a fish off his sims to eat.

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#sims 3 #sims 3 gameplay #ts3 #river mcirish #sims 3 storytelling #river and haruo #haruo chikamori #Evil_Haruo Chikamori #Nikkei_Simmer the Watcher #Bebe Hart #Sims 3 - Total Insanity Rules #Happy/Happily Insane in Hylewood

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obsidiancreates · 10 months

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Refined Bloodlust Amongst The Bourgeoisie

"Come with me! All frogs, join me! Come along, are any of you government officials? If you are, raise a hand!"

A bullywug woman sets down her quill and peers out of her window. "Why, Ribbert, it looks as though there's some sort of parade going on outside!"

"Really, Flyletta? Let me see- oh my! And what a strange creature leading the way!"

"And calling out for government officials as well, oh do you think it's finally time for the execution- I-I mean, trial by combat?"

"Surely so! Let us grab our coats and hurry out, with a being like that leading the procession we're sure to have a very exciting combat in store for us!"

"Oooooh, marvelous! I'll grab my finest doily in case we get a seat in the splash zone!"

It's not too long a walk, though Ribbert and Flyletta do hustle along. They're not able to grab splash-zone seats, much to their disappointment, but they get a good enough view with their tiny binoculars on sticks from where they sit.

"Oh, goodness, what is that?" Flyletta croaks out in disgust. "Did they put a few rabbitfolk corpses together and stick them in a referee shirt?"

Ribbert leans forward and narrows his eyes as he peers through the binoculars. "No, no I believe that must be a... a clump of old dead swamp grass that was tossed into the water for a few days. Oh, jebus, it moved!"

"It looks in pain! Do you think it's a cursed creature?"

"Oh, of course it is. But someone's given it enough Witchlight to last us a week."

"Oh. ... Oh, dear, Ribbert, do you see the combatants?! One is on fire! My, Gullup may have the most exciting reign yet!"

"But look at the other. It's just a clown! This will over in moments, do you see the size of that very red man?"

"But won't it be fun to see the clown squished into jelly beneath such a handsome man's boots?"

"Mmm... he is quite handsome. But we won't be able to see the blood on him other than his clothes."

"Oh, you and your bloody men thing. There will be plenty, I'm sure."

"Oh, they're huddling, they're huddling. It's starting soon, Flyletta wave one of the vendors over before it truly begins!"

"FROGGY'S AND TOAD PEOPLE!"

"Oh, swamp gas. We'll grab something during the show I suppose."

"Let's wait until the intermission, Ribbert, you choked last time after laughing at one of the maimings."

"Ah, good point. What would I do without you, my dear?"

"ARE YOU READY TO SEE A BLOOD BATH?"

Ribbert and Flyletta cheer with the rest of the uproarious crowd. "KILL THEM!" Flyletta calls out!

The dapper alligatorfolk nods and raises the shell to his mouth again. "ARE YOU READY TO SEE SOMETHIN' YOU AIN'T NEVER SEEN BEFORE?"

The crowd cheers again, and again Flyette calls out "KILL THEM!"

The alligator announcer nods again, and raises the shell once more. "DO YOU ALL COUNT AS WITNESS? IF SO, CHEER!"

Flyletta and Ribbert think for a moment. They hear another party doing the same, and-

"I think so."

With that one conclusion, the entire crowd erupts!

The announcer seems pleased with this and shouts, "THAT'S LEGALLY BINDING!"

"What a strange way of announcing a combat," Ribbert mutters. "... They must be from Yon."

"Oh, Ribbert, oh no." Flyletta puts her hand to her forehead and leans onto her husband. "Do you think he's asking because these two shall fight in place of Morgo?"

"What?! But that would mean only one combat! I've been awaiting Morgo's bloody execution for ages!"

"Oh, the event is ruined, Ribbert!"

"Don't worry, darling, we'll stick around until the end and protest this to whoever arranged it."

"I think the alligator must have."

"AND BEGIN!"

The whistle blows, and it, theoretically, begins. Ribbert and Flyletta are too far away to hear everything the combatants are saying, so they just watch as the clown holds out a strange gun-like object, but made of a material neither of them have ever seen before.

"Must be from Yon."

"What do you have against Yon, darling?"

"It doesn't even rhyme, that's what."

Just as Ribbert finishes talking, a great beam of multicolored light blasts out from the clown's device! Flyletta's jaw drops as the red man easily dodges out of the way, an incredible smooth rhythm to his movements as he drops his shoulder and ducks to the side! The beam shoots out into the audience to Flyletta and Ribbert's right-

"Hot dogs, getcher hot do-!"

-disintegrating the poor sap they'd failed to purchase food from earlier.

"Oh!" Flyletta almost applauds, but Ribbert stops her.

Below, they can hear some chattering of confusion about names, but Flyletta really couldn't care less, and Ribbert is just busy checking his notebook of contacts to see if the pile of ash that was one a bullywug was anyone important.

They hear the clown cackling down on the field, and see the announcer speak briefly to the referee before tossing the announcing shell to... him? It? Still unclear if it's a real creature or some horrific amalgamation of swamp trash and dark magics and witchlight.

The shell lets out a horrific screeching sound as the referee holds it up to speak! Ribbert claps his hands over Flyletta's ear holes and uses his tongue to wrap around his head and cover his own.

"ERR, Sorry! Ribble got too close to the conch!"

"SHUT UP!" Flyletta screams. "LET THEM FIGHT! SHUT UP!"

"Wait real I ha-"

"SHUT UP!"

"Ribble just has to a-"

"SHUT UP!"

"That's Mundlemud versus Sploop-"

"SHUT UP!"

He finally relinquishes the shell to the alligator, and Ribbert relinquishes Flyletta's head as well as his own as they both breathe a sigh of relief. They watch with satisfaction as the referee seems to be panicking and cowering a bit on the field after that awful interruption of ruckus.

"Getcher vuvuzelas!" another vendor calls out to Ribbert and Flyletta's left.

"Oh not those horn things," Ribbert groans. "Those ruin every eve-"

Another blast of multicolored light shoots out from the field, disintegrating the vendor and his horns.

"Oh! Good show, chap!" Ribbert calls down to the combatants, They clearly don't hear him, but it's alright.

Sploop throws his gun behind him, and as it shatters there are faint little spirits to be seen floating up from it. Flyletta applauds the macabre flavoring to this clown's weapon.

Mundlemud charges at Sploop now, lifting his giant arms and whipping the chains falling from them to restrain Sploop! It works, the clown wailing as he's captured! Mundlemud holds out his fist without even cocking it back, yanking Sploop right into the readied fist! Sploop's face quite literally sinks into the blow, his face contorting around the blow unnaturally, and he crowd roars!

Sploop vomits after, colorful circus peanuts erupting from his mouth as his head spins around like a top. Ribbert cheers loudest of all as Flyletta swoons a bit over Mundlemud's arms.

Another vendor comes down the stairs. "Bud Light, getcher Bud Light here, only sixteen gold pieces!"

"Oh, my." Flyletta frowns at the vendor. "What a rip-off!"

They hear, called out from the field in the rough, rocks-gargling voice of the referee, "That's outrageous!"

"Even that thing down there can see you're charging too much, Slimeithy!" Ribbert calls out.

Sploop vomits his circus peanuts all over Mundlemud, making the much larger and handsomer and all-around better man flinch and shield himself. Once the vomit ends there's a moment of speaking between the contestants, and suddenly Sploop pops into a mass of balloon animal pigs! But the chains are visibly red-hot, and they metl and writhe against the chains before coming back together into an also melting Sploop!

He pulls his tiny hat down over his whole body, and when it pops back up he's no longer melting. Flyletta groans in disappointment. "Oh, just when it finally getting interesting!"

"Pretzels, getcher pretzels, unsalted pretzels with avocado-based mayo! Only twenty-three gold pieces!"

"Oh, now if the clown doesn't kill that man, I will," Ribbert says, scrunching his face in disgust. "Avocado instead of beetle oil as a base? Despicable."

The clown holds his hand up, pulls another gun device from his hip, and fires one blast off before throwing it away as well. The vendor goes up in smoke, and Ribbert laughs. "As you deserved!"

The act seems to spark a small conversation, quickly turned argument, between the combatants. Mundlemud rears back his fist and punches, then spins him out and pulls him back out to punch again, over and over.

"DON'T WORRY BUDDY, I'M GONNA BEAT'CHU RIGHT BACK!" they hear Mundlemud shout.

"Is that some kind of intimidation tactic?" Flyletta wonders, leaning forward a bit. "Perhaps the clown was his friend before becoming a horrible magic clown?"

"That's nonsense, dear, 'buddy' must be an insult where they're from."

"Oh, yes, that makes much more sense, darling."

Suddenly a large barrel sits in the hands of Sploop, dark in color, and he tries to smash it over Mundlemud's head. While he succeeds, the strange small monkey's within rain down without even touching the larger man and instead begin to go after Sploop himself! A few even make their way into the stands, bullywugs screamign and hopping out of the line of fire until-

"Bloody Marys, getcher Bloody Marys here! Bloody marys with one'a those deep-fried cheeseburgers on top because WHY THE FUCK NOT?! Only forty-two gold pi- AHHHH! OH, IT HURTS! OH, I'M SCREAMING AND IT HURTS!"

The monkeys rage and screech as they kill the vendor.

"Clearly, they know how terrible the pricing has gotten as of late," Ribbert says. Flyletta nods approvingly as they watch the vendor be torn and melted.

When they look back, it seems to be the big finish. Mundlemud whips a wave through the chains, launching Sploop high up into the air! The clown laughs, even in the face of this certain doom, as Mundlemud leaps up to the same incredible heights with such air that the bullywugs themselves are awed! Mundlemud wraps his giant arms around Sploop from behind, spinning Sploop so that his head will hit the ground first, Sploop holding up a sign that even from the farthest rows clearly reads "Uh-oh!", it's all over-!

The fall seems to last forever, Mundlemud's form obscuring view of Sploop's, but the CRACK! that resounds through the arena is enough.

The whistle blows, and it's done! Mundlemud stands victorious! Flyletta and Ribbert leap to their feet, giving Mundlemud a standing applause!

"THAT'S IT FOLKS, THE CLOWN'S DEAAAD! AND HE DISINTEGRATED IMMEDIATELY, LEAVING A GOBLIN HE MUST'VE EATEN EARLIER OR SOMETHIN'!"

"I didn't know clowns eat goblins. My, this was educational and entertaining!" Flyletta exclaims, jumping a bit in place as she applauds some more.

"It's over?!"

Flyletta and Ribbert look over. "Oh, another vendor. Let's see if something happens again," Ribbert says excitedly.

"THANKS FOR COMIN'!" the announcer calls out.

The vendor looks down at his wares in a bit of panic. "Aw shit, did anyone want full cooked chicken piccata? On dinner plates?"

"What a foolish venture, those plates aren't even fine china," Flyletta sniffs in disapproval. "Who would pay even a copper?"

The vendor holds up his tray high. "CHICKEN PICCATA, HEY! HOT 'N FRESH CHICKEN PICCATA, WHO WANTS SOME?"

"Shut up, we're listening!" A bullywug in an isle seat shouts. He stands and stabs the vendor right in the back, perfectly severing the spine. Flyletta and Ribbert and many others in the area give the stabber a respectful round of applause for such a fine blow as the vendor goes down with a scream.

"Lemony... capers..."

"Well, time to head home." Flyletta takes Ribbert's hand as he helps her up. "I have to put on a new dress for Electrum Chef!"

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Cheek to Cheek in Hell - Chapter 17

Fandom: The Folk of the Air

Pairing: Jude Duarte/Cardan Greenbriar

Rating: explicit

Word count: 3,517

He feigns being insulted, gasping loudly. “Is there no other royal who could give you a position in court?” I roll to face him. A strand of Cardan’s hair falls over one of his eyes. Without thinking, I brush it back and tuck it behind his ear. “You?” I can’t help it—I snort. “Are you telling me you would want to be king?” “Never,” Cardan exclaims, laughing at the idea. He’s gorgeous when he laughs genuinely, his plump lips stretching in a smile hiding no cruelty. “I don’t need Mab's crown to pull some strings for you. I could bargain with Balekin.” “I don’t trust him,” I reply. “You don’t trust anyone,” he admonishes.

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Jude POV

Night has fallen since we left my family’s home. Cardan and I keep to the shadows, sneaking around though we don’t exactly need to. Fae are usually rowdiest at dusk, yet there is no one around. The palace grounds are eerily quiet, no sound of revelry or courtly mingling. I should be glad, because I am exhausted and need to sleep, but it’s unnerving. The air is heavy, like the land is in wait as the kingdom stays kingless.

When I see the royal stables in the distance, I realize where Cardan is headed.

We’ve slept in awful places in New York City, but this one might take the cake. No matter how clean it looks, the smell of manure and ammonia is ever present. Saddles hang from hooks on the walls, different sizes for the many beasts the fae ride. Elk, deer, the occasional mini-horse and…

“It’s been a while, huh, Daisybell?”

The giant toad whirls on Cardan, its pudgy body twice the width of the caribou in the next stall. Cardan doesn’t so much as flinch, choosing instead to get closer and lift his hand for the toad to inspect. Its split irises focus on Cardan’s hand, as if wondering if it’s edible.

“A moth, and now a toad,” I say, keeping my distance from the beast. “I didn’t know you had so many pets.”

“Daisy’s not a pet,” he says. “We go way back.”

“When you slept here,” I guess.

Cardan nods tightly. “It gets… cold. I gave her food, she kept me warm.”

“It’s cold-blooded,” I tease. “How can it keep you warm?”

“Jealousy is unbecoming, Jude dearest,” he croons.

I shake my head at his nonsense and watch as Cardan grabs an empty bucket next to the toad’s trough. He leaves the stables to refill in the pond. When he comes back, he dumps half the bucket on the toad itself, then fills the trough. The toad lets out a happy croak and jumps in the mud, splashing some onto Cardan.

I take a step back. “I’m not sleeping next to the toad.”

“No need, I’ll keep you warm,” Cardan replies, his voice filled with flirty promise.

We find an empty stall and lay a blanket down on the straw. Cardan plops himself down, stretching his tall body on the blanket. His feet stretch past it, hitting the hay bales on one side of the stall, so he curls himself up to fit. I take out the other blanket and lay next to him, pulling the blanket over both of us. It’s uncomfortable, some stray wisps of hay poke at me through the blanket, it’s warmer than I expected.

“Are you sure no one will find us here?” I ask.

I could use some sleep, but I don’t want to wake up to find Cardan with a sword to his throat. My question goes unanswered for a beat too long.

“These were Rhyia’s stables,” he says tightly.

It’s answer enough. His siblings might have been awful to him, but they were still family. I swallow. “Sorry about your family.”

Cardan turns to look at me. I glare at him, knowing that he means to mock me for my human quirks. When I see his face–there is none of the teasing I was expecting. He might be smiling, he might want it to look mocking, but his eyes are blank.

“Is this when you reveal that you’ve kept another secret and secretly killed all of them while I was sleeping?” Cardan says.

“No!” I scowl. Then I wince and look away from him. “I was one of Dain’s spies, though.” It’s easier to admit the depth of everything I’ve been hiding when I’m not looking at him. “I swore allegiance to him. He’s dead, and my chances of a position in court died with him.”

“And who holds your allegiance now?” He whispers it so softly, I’m not sure he meant for me to hear it.

He is right to ask. Everyone has ulterior motives around here. Madoc’s loyalty used to be to Dain, and now Dain is dead. I assume he has some truce with Balekin, but… My father has his own plan to overthrow Balekin. I suppose his allegiance lies with our family, like mine does. Yet, I don’t trust him.

“Myself,” I end up saying.

He feigns being insulted, gasping loudly. “Is there no other royal who could give you a position in court?”

I roll to face him. A strand of Cardan’s hair falls over one of his eyes. Without thinking, I brush it back and tuck it behind his ear.

“You?” I can’t help it—I snort. “Are you telling me you would want to be king?”

“Never,” Cardan exclaims, laughing at the idea. He’s gorgeous when he laughs genuinely, his plump lips stretching in a smile hiding no cruelty. “I don’t need Mab's crown to pull some strings for you. I could bargain with Balekin.”

“I don’t trust him,” I reply.

“You don’t trust anyone,” he admonishes.

I can’t deny that. But what would Elfhame be with Balekin as High King? The kingdom would be in the hands of someone who raised Cardan into the awful, cruel fae prince that he is. That’s out of the question. And Oak… Oak is too young to rule. Madoc would surely rule as regent. Madoc, whose tales of strategy and slaughter lulled me to sleep throughout my childhood. I have no doubt that, under his rule, war would be constant, that he would resort to violence at the slightest provocation.

If I could get my hands on the crown, though, there is another heir who might rule. An heir I do not trust fully, who has been wicked and irresponsible for most of the time I’ve known him, but who hides a kernel of humanity behind his cruel mask. A mediocre king, for certain, but the least of three evils.

“Stop plotting,” the least of three evils says, as if sensing my thoughts. “Go to sleep.”

I curl myself against him, sliding my hand under his shirt. He hisses at the bite of my cold hand over his skin, but then his arm wraps around me and I rest my head against his chest. I listen as the rapid beat of his heart slows down until he falls asleep, his breath steady.

You’ll never be a knight, Taryn’s voice—my voice—repeats in my head.

Having a twin is like looking at a distorted mirror, an image of who I could be if I made different choices. It’s always wondering which one of us made the right choices. Killing the fae, or marrying them. Pledging allegiance to the court, or being part of it.

Princess Jude, Taryn repeats spitefully in my head.

What would I become, if I put Cardan on the throne? Consort? Girlfriend? Perhaps Cardan will remember who he is, and I will be no one at all. He would go back to dallying with pretty fae lovers. With his True Name, I have power over him, and I’m not sure he wouldn’t order me killed to rid himself of that vulnerability.

I toss and turn, thoughts spiraling and body aching from laying on a bumpy, straw-covered floor. These are the conditions Cardan slept in as a kid, the wind barely buffered by the low walls of the stall. We share body heat, but I can see where Cardan’s cheeks are red from the cold wind. He pulls me closer to him, his fingers digging in my hair and slightly scratching my scalp.

“Can’t sleep?” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.

“Being in Elfhame and trying to sleep at night feels wrong,” I whisper back.

It’s only part of the reason. It’s true that my body is on alert, knowing that I shouldn’t sleep while the Fair Folk are awake. More than that, my brain keeps whirling with the details of the scheme it’s cooking up and my fatigue has vanished.

Cardan hums in agreement, and I have a feeling he might fall asleep again at any moment, though he fights it. Every few seconds, his hand feels heavier on my head as he sinks into sleep–only to remember he is trying to stay awake and hide the jerking of his hand with a stroke of my hair. Seeing him bouncing back and forth over the threshold of sleep gives me an idea, one that will make sure that he will stay awake–and that we will both sleep peacefully afterwards. I let my hand trail down his chest and trace a finger along the waistband of his pants, slipping only the tip of my fingers under it.

“I could use a distraction,” I drawl.

I feel him grin against my head. He tightens his grip on my hair.

“What kind, exactly?” he asks, feigning innocence.

I dip my hand lower and cup him. He’s already hardening, like his body started reacting as soon as it heard the word distraction. Does he ever tire of being constantly ready? I can’t exactly judge him, though, as I feel the wetness growing between my thighs just from his grip on my hair.

“The one you’re good at,” I reply.

“Are you implying I am only good for—” Cardan starts, but I wrap my hand around his length and he inhales sharply.

I tentatively move my hand down and wince, my rough calluses catching against the soft skin. Cardan doesn’t seem to notice—not only that, but I feel his cock hardening under my grasp. The hand in my hair twitches and he lets it fall by his side, a deliberately slow exhale escaping him. He tips his head, baring his throat and I lean in. I let my teeth graze his neck like he does so often to me.

“Jude. My Jude,” he murmurs.

His eyes flutter close. I suck on his neck, refreshing one of the hickeys I left there a few days ago.

“You will have to cover the marks for the coronation,” I whisper before pulling the lobe of his ear with my teeth.

His voice is almost too low for me to hear as he replies, “Never.”

“Depraved,” I purr against his neck as I resume kissing him.

I pump him once, my hand firm on him, before retreating. Only when my lips leave his neck do his eyes crack open. I hold his scorching gaze as I move down his torso. His skin burns under my touch, the contrast between it and the cold air making me crave his warmth more than ever. As I reach for his waistband again, his tail curls around my wrist, stopping my movement.

“Let me pleasure you first,” Cardan pleads.

“No,” I answer. He almost looks hurt. “I’ll let you, if you’re good.”

“I’ve never been good,” he replies, his upper lip pulling up in a scowl. “You know that.”

“Then I suppose you won’t get to pleasure me,” I tell him with a mocking pout. “Shame.”

He whines, his tail uncoiling from my wrist and falling to the bed of hay.

The line between entitlement and greed is narrow—I always assumed that Cardan was the former. A spoiled prince who pulled his position to get his way. It’s clearer than ever now that he’s simply greedy. He does not expect anything, but he wants with desperate intensity.

“Not a sound,” I whisper.

I watch his Adam's apple bob. He nods tightly. We both know he won’t be able to keep silent, but Cardan is fae to his very core. He cannot resist a game, no matter that the odds are against him.

You made up the rules. You can change them, I told him weeks ago.

That would be cheating, he had replied.

But the Fair Folk always make sure the odds are in their favor.

Cardan bristles as I grab his tail.

“Open your mouth,” I order.

He obeys. I slide his tail between his teeth and his eyes widen.

“Try not to bite too hard,” I croon.

I push his pants down and his cock bobs free. He’s fully hard now, the skin usually protecting his glans completely retracted. I look up at him as I lick a hot stripe up the underside of his shaft. When I wrap my lips around the head of his cock, his gaze speaks of agony, his dark eyes wide as he stares down at me. His hand comes down to brush a lock of my hair behind my ear and I shiver as his fingers trace the curve.

Even when (mostly) silent, he is so easy to read. It’s a blessing, in a way. The only other time I took him in my mouth, he was ordering me, so I take any hint he gives me as guidance. At first, it's subtle—a hitch of his breath when I flick my tongue against his slit, his teeth digging lightly in his tail when I pump him with my hand while sucking his head. When I manage to take more of him in my mouth, his cues become more obvious: a muffled moan, a shift of his hips, until I can tell that he’s restraining himself from pumping into my mouth.

I never thought I would enjoy giving oral and yet… In this moment, though I give and he takes, I’m the one in control. The more he reacts, the more my body reacts. I crave his sounds, the slight changes in his demeanor that prove he’s affected. I alternate between sucking and teasing him with light bites and prolonged eye contact.

You’re beautiful, drooling on my cock. His words from the last time we were in this position come to me unbidden along with flashes of memories. His hand slick with my drool, coating his cock with it. The mesmerized look in his eyes as he watched his spend dripping down the slope of my breasts, like he was committing the sight to memory. And our first time, when he wantonly commented on how wet I was.

He likes it messy, I realize.

The next time I take him deep in my mouth and retreat, I let a trail of drool hang. I see a flash of his teeth as he bites down on his tail and immediately lets go, wincing. He whimpers as I do it again and again, deeper each time.

When his crown hits the back of my throat, Cardan makes a sound not unlike choking. His breaths are heavy and I realize he spat out his improvised gag. His hand comes to tangle in my hair, pulling lightly.

“Jude,” he gasps, a sense of urgency in his voice.

I hollow my cheeks, pushing deeper until my lips meet the base of his cock.

“Fuck,” he swears. “I’m going to come. Jude—”

Even if I wanted to, I don’t have time to pull away. Spurts of warm, salty cum spill in my mouth as he comes, his hand pulling my hair as if trying to get me to retreat. I swallow it, trying not to wince at the unfamiliar taste.

I pull away, keeping my eyes on his as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand. I can’t help but smile with pride at the sheer shock on his face, at his mouth hanging open.

“You didn’t stay silent,” I say, lazily tracing his length with a finger. It twitches.

“I didn’t want to surprise you,” he says meekly. “But—”

I shut him up with a kiss, hard and quick. A groan erupts from his throat as my tongue strokes his.

“No buts,” I tell him when we part.

His face drops and I grin. Slighting Cardan will always come with a sense of triumph, no matter how close we get. I might have come to appreciate his presence, but he is still Cardan, and I still hate him. He has hurt me plenty of times before, and I relish retaliating. He must be immensely uncomfortable right now. It is not in his faerie nature to receive something freely. In the rules of his kind, he owes me—and I have refused to let him pay me back.

His gaze follows me as I lay back next to him. He turns to face me, every muscle in his body taut, from the cords of his neck to the tip of his tail. A basal part of me screams to stay still until the threat is gone, but I have long ago stopped heeding this kind of warning when it comes to Cardan. There is a rawness in his face, and I feel… powerful. As I ought to. I have power over him, over a Prince of Faerie. With his True Name, I could order him to do anything I like—though one look at his face and I know I would not even need to use it.

I slide a hand in my pants, over my underwear. Cardan’s jaw tightens as his eyes dart between my face and my hand. I let go of a breath as my fingers graze my core, even the slightest touch setting my blood ablaze.

“Jude,” Cardan whines.

There is no mask here. Only his endless devotion, that ardent desire to please me like I’m the most important person in the Kingdom. This, more than his predatory gaze, is what scares me. I want to shake him and scream at him not to trust me, remind him that we’re enemies, that I’m a liar—anything to soften the blow of my inevitable betrayal. Betraying him would be easy, but it would be much easier if I didn’t have to break his heart as well.

“Make me come,” I order.

Cardan all but lunges at me, deft fingers dragging my pants and panties down with practiced ease. He parts my leg and settles himself in-between, inhaling slow and deep. I thought he would make a B-line for his prize, but Cardan is infuriating from head to toe. He takes his sweet time, trailing his nose up my thigh and stopping to suck marks in my skin as he goes. His tail curls around one of my calves, lifting my leg up and spreading me open further for him.

"I love how you smell," he praises.

We both gasp as his lips touch my skin, swollen and sensitive. I clap a hand against my mouth as his tongue delves between my folds, prodding at my entrance. He doesn’t linger, his wicked tongue moving up to flick my clitoris.

“I love how you taste,” Cardan whispers in-between licks.

When he whispers things like this against my skin, I believe him. When his soft mouth is on my skin, I lose myself in his praise, in the absolute truth of his love. In this moment, more than ever, I know he would not order me killed. I have power over him not only because I know how to command him, but also because he loves me.

“I love how you feel,” he continues, two slender fingers inching their way into me.

He curls his fingers, stroking me in a beckoning movement. I writhe but he holds me tight, his free hand pinning my thigh to the ground as his tail holds my other leg steady. Our eyes meet as I look down at him. His black curls are disheveled, his eyes full of voracious want. I mash my eyes shut in an attempt to protect myself from the scorching eroticism he displays. His tongue is unrelenting, though, and soon, so soon, I feel the tide of my climax rising.

“Cardan,” I whimper.

Whatever he’s doing, however he’s doing it, Cardan is coaxing me into giving up my control—and it’s working. My legs shake in his grasp. I grapple at the ground to find something to hold on to, anything to ground me to reality.

“Yes,” he breathes against my core. “Moan my name.”

I don’t have it in me to fight him, to fight my orgasm. I moan his name as I come, waves of pleasure sending me drifting away into numbing bliss. As Cardan slows down his ministrations, his tail uncoils from my leg, setting it down gently next to him. His thumb rubs soothing circles in my thigh.

“I love you,” he says, barely loud enough for me to hear.

When he said it before, it felt temporary. Conditional. He can only speak truth, but it could have been a partial truth, like I love you for as long as we are in this mortal realm or I love you until I find someone else. Yet when we’re together like this, I feel the true depth of his devotion.

I love you, too. I should say it back, it feels like the right time to admit it. Yet the words jam in my throat, choking me.

I can’t reciprocate his feelings, not until I secure myself a position in the Court of Elfhame.

His heart is mine to break and I intend to break it.

I just hope to do the least amount of damage possible.

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Ultimate Episode Guide for Amphibia

In this post i’m going to make a list of which episodes are important in Amphibia to help people who are just starting the series or want to rewatch it. Keep in mind that Amphibia is a character driven series. That means that characters and their relationships are what usually matters the most in the narrative. I also highly suggest watching almost all the episodes from this arc for the subplots and continuity.

The episodes that i consider most important are marked in black like this. Adding (Don’t skip) to episodes that shouldn’t be skipped when watching this arc.

Let’s start:

Season 1

1) ¨Anne or Beast?/ "Best Fronds" : Both plot and character development. They establish the relationships and characters in the series. (Don't skip both since they are the first episodes)

2) A) "Cane Crazy" : Important character development for Anne and some foreshadowing./ B) "Flood, Sweat and Tears" Not really that important, it develops Anne and Sprig’s friendship.

3) A) ¨Hop Luck¨: Town lore and subtle character development / B) ¨Stakeout¨: Important character development for both Anne and Hop Pop, important foreshadowing

4) A) ¨The Domino Effect¨: It explores a bit about Anne’s life back in the human world-Plot point (Don’t skip) / B) ¨Taking Charge¨: It has some continuity and subtle Hop Pop character development.

5) ¨Anne Theft Auto¨/ ¨Breakout Star¨ : Both important for Anne’s character development

6) A)¨Sprig Vs. Hop Pop¨ : Good character development both for Sprig and Hop Pop and their relationship. B) ¨Girl Time¨ : Important for Polly and Anne’s relationship.

7) A) ¨Dating Season¨ A bit fillerish, it is about Spring and a secondary character./ B) ¨Anne Vs. Wild¨ : Important for Anne’s character arc and plot. (Don't skip this one)

8) A) ¨Contagi-Anne¨: Character development for Anne. Not essential but good episode. B) ¨Family Shrub¨: Important Plantars’ family lore and plot point. (Don’t skip)

9) A) "Lily Pad Thai" : It explores Anne´s Thai culture and her life back at home./ B) ¨Plantar's Last Stand¨ : Hop Pop character development and plot. (Don't skip this last one)

10) "Toad Tax"/ "Prison Break": Both very important for the plot and characters. Don't skip these ones.

11) A) "Grubhog Day: Not that important, character development for Sprig/ B) "Hop Pop and Lock¨: Imporant for Hop Pop’s character arc.

12) A) "Civil Wart": Fillerish, develops Polly and Sprig’s relationship/ B) ¨Hop-Popular¨ : Important both for plot and character development. Also Amphibia lore. (Don't skip this one)

13) A) "Croak and Punishment": Mostly filler episode. Sprig episode/ B) "Trip to the Archives": Character development- Amphibia Lore. (Don't skip this one)

14) A) "Snow Day": Anne’s character development/ B) "Cracking Mrs. Croaker": Sprig character development.

15) A) "A Night at The Inn¨: Polly’s character development/ B) "Wally and Anne": Very important for Anne’s character arc, foreshadowing and plot point (Don’t skip)

16) A) "Family Fishing Trip": Not that important, Hop Pop and Sprig episode/ B) ¨Bizarre Bazaar¨.Very Important for the main plot. (Don't skip this one)

17) A) "Cursed!": Sprig episode and plot point (Don’t skip) / B) "Fiddle Me This": Important episode for Sprig and Hop Pop’s character arc.

18) A) "The Big Bugball Game": Mostly filler, has a bit of lore/ B) "Combat Camp" : Anne’s character development, flashback back to her life in the human world and plot point. (Don’t skip).

19) A) "Children of the Spore": Character development for Hop Pop and plot point (Don’t skip) / B) "Anne of the Year": Important for both character arcs and plot. (Don’t skip)

20) Reunion : Season finale. Don’t skip this episode.

Season 2

1) A) ¨Handy Anne¨:Plot and character development for Anne. (Don’t skip)/B) ¨Fort in the Road¨:Plot, lore and character development for Sprig and Hop Pop (Don’t skip)

2) A) "The Ballad of Hopediah Plantar" : Hop Pop character development and amphibia lore B)"Anne Hunter": Important foreshadowing and plot point (Don’t skip this one)

3) A)¨Truck Stop Polly¨ : Polly character development B) "A Caravan Named Desire"Hop Pop character development

4) A) "Quarreler's Pass" Sprig and Polly relationship development- lore-very important plot point (Don’t skip,just don’t) / B) "Toadcatcher" Sasha and Grime episode-plot important (Don’t skip)

5) A) "Swamp and Sensibility" Wally episode- Secondary character episode/ B) "Wax Museum" crossover episode-plot point and lore (Don’t skip)

6) ¨Marcy at the Gates¨ : Marcy Wu´s introduction episode- Main characters arrive to Newtopia-Lore- Plot (Don’t skip this one)

7) A) "Scavenger Hunt" : Marcy and Anne´s character development-Plot (Don’t skip) /B) "The Plantars Check In" : Important for the plot-Sprig character development (Don’t skip)

8) A) "Lost in Newtopia" : Lore and Anne’s flashbacks back life on Earth- Foreshadowing and Plot (Don’t skip) / B) "Sprig Gets Schooled" : Important character development for Sprig and Hop Pop Plantar.

9) A) "Little Frogtown": Hop Pop episode- somewhat fillerish- lore / B) "Hopping Mall" : Very important for plot and characters develpoment- Anne and Sprig episode. (Don’t skip)

10) A) "The Sleepover to End All Sleepovers" : Important lore and foreshadowing- Marcy and Anne episode (Don’t skip) / B) "A Day at the Aquarium" : Plot and character development- Main characters leave Newtopia- (Don’t skip)

11) A) "Night Drivers" : Lore and plot-Polly and Sprig episode (Don’t skip) / B) "Return to Wartwood": Plot and foreshadowing (Don’t skip)

12) "The Shut-In!": Fun fillerish episode- Halloween special

13) A) "Ivy on the Run" : Ivy development- secondary character episode / B) "After the Rain" : Reveal episode- Plot- character development- Flashback (Don’t skip)

14) "The First Temple": Plot-lore- character development- sequel to After the Rain ( Don´t skip)

15) A) "New Wartwood" : Marcy episode-plot-lore (Don’t skip) / B) "Friend or Frobo?" : Polly episode-plot- lore (Don’t skip)

16) A) "Toad to Redemption": Lore and character development for Toadstool (Don’t skip) / B) "Maddie & Marcy" : Marcy and Maddie episode

17) A) "The Second Temple" : Plot episode- Very imporant for Anne’s arc (Don’t skip) / B) "Barrel's Warhammer" Sasha and Grime episode- Plot episode (Don’t skip)

18) A) "Bessie & MicroAngelo": Imporant for Anne’s character- Bessie and Microangelo episode (Don’t skip) / B) "The Third Temple" : Plot episode- Important character development for Sasha (Don’t skip)

19) A) "The Dinner" : Plot and important character development Sasha and Anne (Don’t skip) / B) "Battle of the Bands" : Plot and character development Sasha-important foreshadowing (Don’t skip)

20) ¨True Colors¨ : Season 2 Finale- Big Reveals- Plot Twists- Character development-Lore-Main antagonist reveal (Can´t skip this one)

Season 3

1) "The New Normal": Start of the arc- Introduction to Anne’s parents- Introduction to a new minor antagonist- themes for this arc- general plot (Don’t skip)

2) A) "Hop 'Til You Drop": Some character development- acts as a follow up to "The New Normal" / B) "Turning Point": Important plot stuff- start of Sasha’s redemption arc and Grime (Don’t skip) 3) A) "Thai Feud": Quite important for Sprig’s arc and Anne’s mother development / B) "Adventures in Catsitting": Some character development for the Plantars and Anne’s parents and foreshadowing

4) A) "Fight at the Museum": Important plot stuff- character development for Anne (Don’t skip) / B) "Temple Frogs": Follow up to "Fight at the Museum"- Important character development for Anne and her mother- prophecy introduction and Mother of Olms mention (Don’t skip)

5) A) "Fixing Frobo": Important Polly episode- Frobo gets revived- robot lore- plot (Don’t skip) / B) "Anne-sterminator": Follow up to "Fixing Frobo"- Plot stuff- Conclusion of ¨Anne keeping secrets from her parents¨ arc- death of minor antagonist (Don’t skip)

6) A) "Mr. X": Introduction to new antagonist- plot stuff- the government starts tracking Anne and the Plantars (Don’t skip) / B) "Sprig's Birthday": Anne and Sprig episode- can be skipped- fillerish

7) A) "Spider-Sprig": Sprig episode- can be skipped / B) "Olivia & Yunan": Important character revelations- introduction to new antagonist- lore- Marcy development- mention of the prophecy (Don’t skip) 8) A) "Hollywood Hop Pop": Continuation to ¨Mr. X¨- conclusion to Hop Pop character arc / B) "If You Give a Frog a Cookie": Plot- Anne finds a new way back to Amphibia- lore stuff (Don’t skip)

9) "Froggy Little Christmas": Some important character development for Anne and her parents- plot stuff and foreshadowing (Don’t skip)

10) "Escape to Amphibia": Conclusion to the Earth arc and Anne’s character arc in this part of the season- important lore stuff- Anne and the Plantars return to Amphibia- Conclusion of the government chansing the Plantars arc (Don’t skip) 11) A) Commander Anne: Anne and Sasha reconcilation arc- Sasha’s redemption arc- start of the rebellion arc (Don’t skip) / B) Sprivy: Sprig and Ivy episode- can be skipped 12) A) Sasha's Angels: Lore and continuation of the rebellion arc- Some important development for Sasha and Anne (Don’t skip) / B) Olm Town Road : Important revelations- Introduction to the Olms- Prophecy- Sasha’s key episode (Don’t skip) 13) A) Mother of Olms: Introduction to the Mother of Olms- Explanation of the prophecy (Don’t skip) / B) Grime's Pupil: Plot continuation- Rebellion arc- Important Grime and Sprig episode (Don’t skip)

14) A) The Root of Evil: Return of a previous character- Plot episode- Rebellion arc (Don’t skip) / B) The Core & The King: Exploration of King Andrias’ past and many important things about the Box and Amphibia (Don’t skip!!) 15) A) Newts in Tights: Plot point episode- Return of a previous character- Rebellion arc (Don’t skip) / B) Fight or Flight :Return of a previous character- Plot point episode (Don’t skip)

16) A) The Three Armies: Rebellion arc- Important episode for Anne’s character (Don’t skip) / B) The Beginning of the End: Start of the ending of the series part 1 (Don’t skip!!) 17) All In: 48 minutes episode- Final battle- conclusion of multiple character arcs and story arcs- Main vilains defeat- Ending of the series part 2 (Don’t skip!!!) 18) The Hardest Thing: Part three of series finale- Final episode- Conclusion of the Amphibia prophecy and revelations- Anne’s arc conlusion (Don’t skip!!)*

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