#Not completely blue since she has red bangs

[smolberrymuffin]

Quick headshot doodle of Penny

Of course you have blue hair and pronouns.

#pokemon scvi #pokemon #pokemon fanart #headshot drawing #of course you have blue hair and pronouns #Not completely blue since she has red bangs #trainer penny #paldea region

[19junewrites87]

Eddie Munson x Pregnant!Henderson!reader

This was inspiration from the "I'm a planet" scene from the movie "Juno"

I took the "I'm a planet" line and formed a story around it, so I hope you guys like it !

Warnings: FWB situation, angst, teen pregnancy, mentions of weed, mentions of absent fathers, swearing, implied smut with no actual smut, Eddie is a jerk in this one but he gets better

Word count: 3971

A/N: This story has A LOT of dialogue

Y/n and Eddie Munson weren't an item. You weren't even friends, just friendly, very friendly, acquaintances. You had met at a house party during Eddie's first senior year. You were a junior at the time and didn't really know anyone at the party. Eddie seemed very disinterested in what was going on, just sitting outside by the pool, rolling a joint. 

"Hey." She greeted, making the metalhead look up at her from behind his bangs. "I'm Y/n."

"Eddie." He said, his attention going back to the nearly rolled joint. Y/n shuffled her feet and cleared her throat.

“This party’s kinda lame.” She said, trying her best to strike up a conversation.  

“Yeah,” He nodded, fully looking at her. “But it’s whatever.”

“Yeah.” She nodded, awkwardly. “Listen, Eddie, I-”

“Wanna get out of here?” He asked, blowing smoke out of his mouth. 

“What?” She stuttered.

“Is that why you’re talking to me?” Eddie asked. “You want a hookup.”

“I mean,” She hadn’t initially come over to ask him for a hookup, but when a cute guy offers… you take up that offer. 

“I’m down if you are.” Eddie shrugged.

That’s what landed her in this situation. She was now in her senior year, Eddie was in his second senior year. They had been casually having sex with each other. Y/n would call Eddie when she needed him, he would call her when he needed her, etc, etc. They had been very careful. Every time they saw each other, they were careful. But I guess they weren’t so cautious this time, since Y/n was staring at the blue liquid in the cup that sat on her bathroom sink. She held her head in her hands and sobbed.

“Y/n?” Dustin knocked on the door. “Are you okay?”

“Just fine, Dusty.” She said. She grabbed the cup and dumped it into the toilet. She wrapped the box up with toilet paper and buried it in the garbage can. She opened the bathroom door to see her younger brother standing there with his Hellfire shirt on. 

“What’s going on?” He asked, seeing her red-rimmed eyes. Y/n sniffled and shook her head.

“Nothing that you should worry about.” She said, patting him on the shoulder as she walked down the hallway. “But hurry up before we’re late for school.”

Y/n was gathering her books from her locker, listening to Robin talk about a customer she had to deal with at work the other day. Normally, Y/n would be complaining with her, but she had too much on her mind. She’s pregnant now… and Eddie Munson is the father. 

“Earth to Y/n.” Robin snapped her fingers in front of Y/n’s eyes, making the girl look at her. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, Robin.” She answered, quickly. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“No,” Robin shook her head. “No, something’s definitely wrong. You love hearing about bitchy customers.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/n sighed, closing her locker. “I’m just a little stressed out, that’s all.”

“Test today?” She asked, to which Y/n nodded just to avoid further questions.

“Yeah, math.” Y/n shrugged. “I’ll get over it.”

“It’ll be fine.” Robin assured her with a supportive smile. “You always do great!”

“Yeah.”

Y/n watched as Eddie dramatically talked to the boys at the lunch table. She needed to tell him sooner rather than later, but she didn’t want to do it with anyone around. Especially not Dustin. To everyone at Hawkins, Y/n and Eddie had nothing to do with each other. They were strangers. To Dustin, Eddie and Y/n only ever say hi to each other when she would pick him up from Hellfire meetings. That’s all. Eddie and Y/n are complete strangers.

Six o’clock rolled around and Y/n walked through the empty hallways to pick up Dustin. She felt like passing out. She wasn’t sure how’d she react when she saw Eddie, but she needs to tell him. She sat down on a bench in the hallway and waited for Dustin to come out of the room. She was there for about five minutes before Dustin and the rest of Hellfire came out of the room.

“Good work, gentlemen.” Eddie said, shutting the door behind him. “We’ll see you next week for the continuation of our adventure!” They boys smiled and nodded at Eddie. As they were saying bye to each other, Eddie’s eyes met Y/n’s. He smiled and nodded at her, to which she tried to return. 

“Ready to go, Dusty?” She asked, grabbing Dustin’s backpack from his shoulders.

“Actually,” Dustin scratched the back of his neck nervously. “I tried to call you and tell you earlier that I was going to Mike’s after this.”

“So you’re telling me that I drove here for nothing?” Y/n asked, irritated.

“I called home.” Dustin said. “But mom said you weren’t home. I’m sorry.”

“Whatever, Dustin.” She shook her head. “Just call when you get to Mike’s.” Dustin thanked his sister and walked down the hall with Mike and Lucas. Once they were all gone, Y/n found herself pushed against the club room door, Eddie’s lips pressed against hers. His hands grasped her waist as Eddie pushed his hips against hers, making her quietly moan. 

“Eddie,” She mumbled against his lips, her hands on his shoulders. Eddie kissed down her face and attached his lips to her neck, immediately finding her sweet spot, making her knees weak. “Eddie, wait.”

“You wanna take this to the van?” He asked, still kissing her neck.

“No, Eddie.” She said, pushing him away slightly. “I don’t want to have sex right now.”

“Oh.” He frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry. I thought-”

“But I do need to talk to you.” She interrupted. “Can we go somewhere private? I kinda don’t want to have this conversation in a school hallway.”

“Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, let’s go into the room.” Eddie opened the door, allowing Y/n to go in first. She sat down in one of the seats at the table and waited for Eddie to close the door and sit by her. 

“So…” Eddie trailed off. “What did you need to talk about?”

“You know how we’ve been uhm…” She waved her hands slightly, trying not to say the word. 

“Yeah, yeah,” He nodded. “Do you- do you not want to keep doing it?”

“No, no,” She shook her head. “That’s not what I need to talk about.”

“Then what is it?” Y/n paused, her throat closing and mouth going dry. 

“Eddie,” She quietly said, tears forming in her eyes. “I-”

“Woah, hey,” Eddie stood and sat in the chair directly next to her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “You’re scaring me.”

“I’m pregnant.” She sobbed. 

“What?” His eyes went wide. He pulled his arm away from her and looked at her in shock. “H-how do you know?”

“I took an at-home test.” She wiped away her tears.

“But are you sure they’re accurate?” He asked. “I mean-”

“Eddie,” She began to become frustrated. “I haven’t had my period in months.” Eddie stood from the chair and began to pace around the room, running his hands through his hair.

“How do you know it’s mine?” He asked, making Y/n angry.

“Are you serious, Eddie?” She asked, watching him pace around the room. “You are the only person I’ve had sex with. Ever!”

“Well,” Eddie flailed his arms around. “How are you going to fix this?”

“What are you saying?” 

“I’m saying,” Eddie began to shout. “How are you going to get rid of it? This doesn’t just affect you, Y/n.”

“I’m keeping my baby, Eddie.” She said, quietly. “Whether you’re in its life or not, I am having this baby.”

“Fuck, Y/n!” Eddie shouted. “This isn’t fair!”

“Not fair?” She laughed, humorlessly. “Are you serious?”

“I can’t, Y/n.” He shook his head, walking towards the door. “I can’t do this.”

“Edward Munson, if you walk out that door you won’t ever see your baby!” Y/n shouted, tears streaming down her face. 

“Maybe I don’t want to, Y/n.” With that, the door shut behind him, leaving Y/n to cry all alone. Fine. She'll do this alone if she has to. 

“What’s been going on with you?” Dustin asked, walking into Y/n’s room. She sat up from her bed and looked at the boy.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You have been weird ever since a couple weeks ago.” Y/n looked into her brother’s eyes and became emotional. He saw her eyes tear up and he sat down on the bed next to her.

“Can you-” She gulped. “Can you close the door, please, Dusty. I gotta talk to you.”

“Yeah,” He nodded, getting up to shut the door. “What’s going on?” He sat back down and watched his sister cry.

“Dustin,” She sniffled. “You have to promise me that this stays between us, okay?”

“I promise.” She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.

“I’m pregnant.” She whispered to him, making his face drop.

“What?” He asked, beginning to cry himself. “Who-”

“The dad wants nothing to do with us.” She interrupted him. “And that’s not something for you to worry about.”

“Does mom know?” She shook her head, making his face fall. 

“You’re the only one besides me that knows.” She sniffled, trying to stop crying. 

"You need to tell someone." Dustin told her. "You need to tell mom."

"I know!" She rubbed her hands over her face. "I just don't know how. I'm going to break her heart."

"But she'll help you!" Dustin said, grabbing his sister's hand. There was a long pause of silence as Dustin watched his sister think. 

"Can you help me tell her?"  She asked. 

"I-I wouldn't know how!" Dustin frantically shook his head, his eyes wide with panic.

"Just-" She briefly thought. "Just be there to hold my hand? Can you do that for me, Dusty?"

"Of course I can." His eyes began to tear up again. "I'd do anything for you, Y/n, you're my big sister."

"Can we tell her tonight?" She asked, feeling a surge of courage. "I just… I don't want to feel lost anymore."

"Yeah," He nodded, nervously. "Yeah, if that's what you want."

"It doesn't matter what I want anymore." She scoffed. "She'll find out sooner or later."

"Then let's tell her." 

"Mom?" Y/n asked, leaning against the doorway to the kitchen, where her mother stood washing dishes. 

"Hi, sweetie pie!" Her mother quickly smiled at her. "Do you need something."

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Uh oh." Her mother turned off the sink and began to try her hands. "Is this a girly problem?" 

"Uhh…" She trailed off. It kind of was a girly problem, but not in the way her mom was probably thinking. "Kinda, yeah."

"Oh, okay," Her mom nodded, promptly putting the dish towel down and walking to her daughter. "Let's go to your room."

"Actually, can we do it in the living room?" She asked. "Dustin's gonna be there when I tell you." 

"Okay." Her mother said with confusion. Y/n walked to the living room, her mother in suit, where Dustin sat on the couch waiting. Y/n sat at one end of the couch, her mother sitting at the other end, making Dustin the middleman. 

"You two are scaring me." Their mother said, worry filling her eyes. Dustin's eyes began to fill with tears, making Claudia worry even more. "What is the matter with you two?!"

"Mom," Y/n began to cry. "I love you so much and I want you to know that."

"Y/n, I love you too." Claudia said. "But you need to tell me what's going on."

"I'm pregnant." She gulped nervously. "The father wants nothing to do with us and I'm keeping the baby." Claudia's jaw dropped, her hands shaking. 

"What?" Her voice was shaking. "What do you mean?" 

"I'm so sorry." Y/n cried, her face in her hands. "It was an accident." 

"Who's the father?" She asked, making Y/n look at Dustin nervously. 

"I-"

"Tell me, Y/n." Claudia demanded. "He needs to take responsibility for this!" 

"I can't tell you!" Y/n nearly shouted. "He won't come around anyway, so it doesn't matter!"

"Doesn't matter?" Claudia scoffed. "He's the one that's going to pay child support. He's the one that's going to be this baby's father!" 

"He doesn't want anything to do with us, mom!" She shouted. "He won't help even if I tell him to! Don't you understand?" 

"I'm so disappointed in you." Claudia said, making Y/n cry harder. 

"Mom," Dustin said, shocked with his mother. "Don't do this to her. She's upset as it is."

"You don't understand what this means, Dusty."

"Like hell I don't!" Dustin shouted, standing from the couch. 

"Dusty!" Claudia gasped at her son's language. 

"She's my sister! Your daughter!" Dustin said, matter of factly. "She came to you for help. She doesn't know what to do. She needs guidance!" Claudia blinked back tears and sighed. She leaned over the couch and grabbed onto Y/n's hands, making the young girl look into her eyes.

"I'm disappointed in you, Y/n." Claudia said, making Y/n choke back a sob. "But… I'm your mother and if you need help, then I'll provide it."

"Thank you, mom." Y/n smiled, slightly.

"But that doesn't mean I will do everything, Y/n." She conditioned. "I am the grandmother, not the mother of this baby."

"I know, mom." Y/n nodded. "I'll take all the help I can get." 

After Y/n told her brother and mother about her pregnancy, she waited until she began to show slightly to tell her friends. They were shocked, especially Steve and Robin, but they were supportive nonetheless. Steve actually rolled his eyes and said that he can't wait to babysit another kid. She has never been more grateful for her friends, especially when she really began to show. The endless rumors of who the father was swarmed Hawkins like flies on shit. Y/n just ignored everything. They didn't need to know who the father was. They didn't need to know anything. But the rumors still got to her, as she had cried to Steve about it, him being the only male comfort for her besides her brother. 

"I can be the father." He had said to her as she leaned her head on his shoulder, his arm around her shoulders. 

"What?" She lifted her head off of his shoulder to look at him.

"If you want the questions about who the father is to stop," He began. "Just tell them I'm the father."

"No," She shook her head. "I can't do that to you, Steve. It'll ruin your reputation." 

"You're one of my best friends, Y/n." He said. "I don't care about my reputation if it means I help you."

"You're really sweet, Steve." Y/n smiled, leaning her head back on his shoulder. "But… even though the father wants nothing to do with us, I don't think he'll appreciate someone else taking his place."

"Well," Steve sighed, pulling her closer. "If you ever change your mind, just let me know."

Y/n had thought about it for weeks. She really, honestly, was considering telling everyone that Steve's the father of her baby. But she felt it would be disrespectful to Eddie. Before this whole incident, she had started to consider him a friend. But now? Now they really were strangers. Strangers with a baby. 

"Eddie." Y/n said, standing next to him at his locker. "We need to talk."

"About what?" He sighed, looking at her, his eyes momentarily locking onto her large stomach. 

"I know you want nothing to do with us, but-"

"Shh!" He shushed her, grabbing the end of her jacket to pull her closer. "Could you be quiet about that shit?"

"I'm going to tell people that Steve's the father." She continued. 

"Steve?" He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes, Steve Harrington." Eddie laughed and crossed his arms.

"What, you screwing him now too?" He scoffed. "Is that even safe for the baby?"

"Shut up, Munson!" She glared at him. "Steve's more of a man than you'll ever be. He's voluntarily stepping up to take care of a child that isn't even his!"

"You know, Y/n," Eddie smirked. "I still have your underwear." Y/n rolled her eyes and scoffed, crossing her arms. 

"Well, I still have your virginity." 

"Shut up!" He said, angrily glaring at her. "You know, I should be the one pissed off at you! You're ruining both of our lives by keeping this baby."

"How could your life be ruined when you're not even claiming parentage?" She nearly shouted. 

"This affects me too and you know it!" He pointed a finger at her. 

"Yeah, well at least the evidence isn't under your sweater!" Tears fell from her eyes, making Eddie's face soften up a bit. "Everyday I have to hear shit from people. You don't! So don't even start with that shit, Munson." With that, she stormed off, frantically wiping the tears from her eyes. Eddie scrunched up his face in anger and slammed his locker shut with a curse. 

“She’s just been in such a bad mood lately.” Dustin said to the lunch table. “I don’t know w-”

“What do you know about your sister, Henderson?” Eddie said, slamming his hands down on the lunch table as soon as he arrived. It had been a few days since he talked with Y/n. The day after their little spat in the hallway, he began to hear people whispering that Steve Harrington was the father of Y/n’s baby. Now, Eddie will admit that he reacted badly when Y/n talked to him, but he didn’t actually think she’d tell people that Steve’s the father. 

“I-” Dustin looked shocked at what his dungeon master and friend was asking him.

“Who’s the father of her baby?” He asked, his eyes crazed like a madman. 

“Not you too.” Dustin groaned, rolling his eyes. “I thought you’d be different, Eddie.”

“Just-” He began to get angry. “Tell me what you know.”

“She doesn’t like when people talk about her, Eddie.” Dustin said. 

“Henderson,” Eddie knelt down to his level, his hand grasping at the back of Dustin’s neck. “Who is the father?”

“Steve Harrington.” Dustin said. “Why are you so worried about it?”

“Damnit!” He hit the table again as he came to a stand, his eyes searching for Y/n in the crowded lunchroom. At least now Eddie knew why Dustin never seemed to be angry with him. Sure, Dustin is a sweet boy, but he was protective of his sister. Eddie was sure that if Dustin knew about Eddie and Y/n, he’d never speak to Eddie again, let alone still be a part of Hellfire. 

“I know,” Dustin said. “I’m pretty mad at Steve too, but I’m at least thankful that he came to his senses and decided to take care of Y/n and their baby.” 

“Where is she?” He suddenly asked after a few moments of silence.

“Home.” Dustin said, confusion written all over his face. “Why?” Eddie didn’t answer him. All he did was rush out of the lunchroom, pushing away anyone who got in his way. He needed to get to Y/n. He needed to talk to her. 

“Y/n!” Eddie shouted, pounding on her front door. Eddie had only known where she lived because he had since been driving Dustin home from Hellfire meetings, since Y/n would never come anymore. “Y/n, please! Open the door.”

“What, Eddie?” Y/n asked upon opening the door. Eddie looked at her and noticed the black circles around her eyes, chapped lips, and rosy cheeks. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“As fine as I can be when a kid won’t stop making me puke.” She deadpanned. “Now what do you want?”

“Why are you telling people that Steve’s the father?” He asked, making Y/n sigh.

“I told you I was going to do that.” She shook her head in disbelief. 

“I didn’t think you’d actually do it, Y/n.” 

“Eddie, why do you even care?” She asked. “You don’t want us. Steve does.”

“Steve’s not my baby’s father.”

“Your baby?” Y/n scoffed. “It’s your baby now?”

“Y/n,”

“Once I start saying the baby is someone else’s it suddenly becomes your baby?” Y/n suddenly became sad. “You’re ridiculous, Eddie.”

"I take back what I said!" He shouted in desperation. 

“Eddie-”

“Can we at least just talk about it?” He begged. “Please, sweetheart.” Y/n averted her eyes from his face, trying hard to get rid of the tears that burned the back of her eyes. With a quiet sigh, she nodded, making Eddie release a breath of relief. She opened the door wider and stood out of his way so he could come in.

“Okay, then,” Y/n began as she joined him at the dinner table. “Talk.”

“I reacted badly that day.” Eddie said, awkwardly. “And I’ve been a total dick.”

“You think?” She sassed.

“There’s honestly nothing that could make up for what I’ve done, for what I said, but” He reached towards her and grabbed her hand. “I want to be there. I want to be a father.”

“Why now?” She asked, shaking her head. “Is it because of Steve? Are you jealous?”

“I-” He was speechless. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way now. Perhaps he always wanted to be there, but just didn’t know how to react. 

“Eddie,” She sighed, gripping the hand that held onto hers. “I won’t keep you from seeing our baby, but I don’t want you to be the person that comes in and out of their life like my dad did.”

“I always wanted to be there.” He admitted, eyes filled with hope. “But I just… Y/n, I didn’t have a good father. He was in and out of my life too. Either high off his ass or in jail. I just didn’t want to be like that too.”

“Eddie, I think you’re incapable of being a bad person.” She smiled slightly. “And I have the same worries. I’m afraid I won’t be a good mom. But it’s a learning process.” Eddie laughed with tears in his eyes.

“When did you get so wise?” He asked, making her laugh with him.

“I’ve been reading a lot of parenting books.” She smiled. “You can borrow them, if you’d like.”

“I might just take you up on that offer.” He smirked. There was a long pause of comfortable silence. Just two soon-to-be parents basking in the reality of their situation.

“Can I ask you something, Eddie?” She asked, breaking the silence. He nodded and looked into her eyes. “Did you ever feel anything for me? Like, more than friends?”

“I did.” He admitted. “I do now. I just… didn’t know if you liked me too.”

“I do.” She smiled.

“Then,” He smirked, standing up from his chair and pulling her towards him. He placed his hands on her belly and smiled at the feeling. He let his hands come to a rest at her sides and he looked at her. “Wanna go steady?”

“I’d love to.” She didn’t hesitate. “But now I have to explain that you’re the father.”

This was going to be a very long and very hard story to explain to what seemed like the entirety of Hawkins. It’s going to be even harder when she tells her mother and Dustin. But they both hoped that they didn’t hate them. They all had to understand, right? Dustin was understanding. Right?

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[stompandhollar]

Who am I supposed to be?

pairing: will byers x mike wheeler

WC: 1.8k

warnings: vecna, mike being a little shit, gay panic

summary: Season 5. Will gets Vecna’ed in the final fight, but their walkman is busted. Mike has one final cry of hope to save him.

art credit: @daniartonline on instagram

“It’s not playing!” Mike yells, voice shrill and forceful. “Something isn’t working!”

“We’re running out of time here, guys-“ Lucas clings to the sword he’s wielding like it’s a lifeline. He cuts down another demedog, but not after Dustin hits it clean in the head with a bat. “They keep coming!”

“Where’s El? Where’s Eleven!” Mike’s face is red hot, emotion bubbling inside his cheeks. In front of him- eyes glassed over- is Will Byers, floating an inch off the ground. Mike bangs on the walkman, coughing as the debris from the upside down floats into his mouth and swirls around his throat.

“Come on you son of a bitch, play!”

A scream- purely guttural- echoes over the hills in the Upside Down. The gate crackles and shrills in response. Eleven hovers with her arms extended, blood gushing from her nose, in the distance. She’s holding it off- holding it off until they can wake Will up- and then they’ll be able to escape, and she can seal the gate for good. Except… Will won’t wake up. One of his blue vans lifts higher, but Mike drags the other back down by stepping on his foot hard, driving him back down to earth.

“Will- Stay with me!” Mike chokes on some fluid in his mouth- blood or spit, he isn’t sure. His black fluffy hair has been matted to his skull from the drying gash in his temple. The pain of it barely even registering. “Somebody help me! Somebody do something, Jesus Fuck!”

In the blue glow of the parallel world, Mike clings to Will’s forearms in desperation. Will, however, with red light beating down on him, is in a different place completely.

Vecna’s voice echoes in his mind. “They’ve left you,” He coos. Will’s tears have long since solidified in the congealed dirt that’s built up on his face, having been knocked on his hands and knees in some abandoned baseball arena. The warped stands shroud around him, empty of patrons but still deeply foreboding nonetheless. Will struggles to his feet, only to lose his footing and smack his chin on second base. He feels the hot sensation of blood escaping his body, and doesn’t dare to touch his chin to feel how deep it is.

“They’ve all left you, Will.”

“No, they’re looking for me.”

“You’re lost, Will. No one can find you- and no one is looking.” A form comes into view from the dugout. A cloudy, slimey, growing form that resembles a creature from a scary movie, but is too unfocused to make out the shape of. Will’s head spins as he pulls his hands across the field, trying to drag his body away from the creature. But he only gets closer. Will lets out a deep yell- mustering as much strength as he can and drags his body forward. All he has to do is survive. He managed to make it a week in the Upside Down at ten years old- He can survive a few moments in this place.

“Did you think if you stalled long enough, your mother would come and find you? Rescue you?” Vecna lulls, his voice sounding as if it must be directly behind Will’s head. “Or was it Mike- was it your paladin? The holy night. He’s moved on- He doesn’t care about you anymore, Will. You already know it’s true.”

It isn’t.

“Worthless- A wizard with no party.”

“Get out of my head!” Will yells, his voice breaking at the sheer force of his scream.

Mike jams the rewind button one last time on the Walkman and furiously presses play.

“It’s not gonna work, man!” Lucas shouts, the demedog on him and Dustin getting close. They’re fending it off, but only barely.

“I wish we had Eddie right about now-“ Dustin wacks the demedog in the leg, causing it to limp backwards. “Mike, come on, snap him out of it so we can get out of here!”

“I’m trying, I’m-“ His voice snags. “Will! Will, can you hear me?”

“Mike!” Will screams, wiping the spit and blood from his mouth. “MOM- Eleven, MIKE-!”

“They can’t hear you. No one is listening. It’s only you,” Vecna appears in his grotesque form in front of Will, his long Freddy Krueger hand lifting Will's face up by the chin. The sharp talon-like-nail pressing against the newly made gash and causing Will to yell out in pain. “…And me. At long last.”

“You were the first soul I claimed.” The monster waxed, lifting Will’s body into the air as he squirms and fights against it. “You were my first victim, my first connection from this world I was sent to into the one I used to call my home. You are the bridge between worlds. Eleven opened the gate, but you are the first traveler.” Will finds himself parallel to the dead, black, soulless eyes of his captor. With every ounce of strength in his body, he fights against the urge in his bones to go stiff. Every fiber inside his frame seems to will itself against him- his own body rejecting his control. He feels his fingers begin to crack- not yet break- but pull backwards against their natural track.

Mike watches as Will’s pinkie finger snaps backwards, and he yells. Lucas gets in the last blow, his leg bleeding after snagging a nasty bite from a demobat. “Mike,” He pleads. “Please, man, we can’t lose you too.”

“We haven’t lost him,” Mike breathes. “We, we….”

A scream of courage echoes over the cliffs. Eleven’s eyes streak red down her cheeks, and her hands tremble with force. A low growl that sounds like a wounded animal- but that Mike quickly realizes is the world itself- emanates around her.

The boys all halt in their tracks. Dustin drops his bat in disbelief. She isn't just closing the gate- she’s destroying the entire Upside Down.

The chaos of the battlefield all at once starts dissipating. The bats, gently, begin falling from the sky. Eleven screeches once again, and the very fabric of the universe feels as though it has begun to crumble. Chunks of rock and earth fall from the sky- the world she created, being destroyed by the hands that made it. And yet, while rage had birthed and begotten it, it was love and belonging that ripped it from the seams.

The remaining demogorgons collapse into the dirt and the mire. The Upside Down is silent.

As if on cue, the older kids come jogging into view from their positions in the fight. Steve runs to Dustin immediately, Eddie right behind him, and scoops the kid up in pure excitement.

“Henderson!”

“Steve-“ Eddie grabs Steve by the arm. His eyes are fixed on the two boys standing in the middle of the battlefield, dead demobats surrounding them in hideous piles. Steve’s face pales in realization. Nancy, who’s just come around the corner with Jonathan and Joyce, grabs their wrists in shock. Everyone is frozen. Except for Mike.

“Will, Will come on-“ He sobs, completely oblivious to the dead silence surrounding him. He paws at Will’s face, trying to wipe away the dirt, as if somehow it might help. “Will, come on you can hear me I know you can.”

Small. His voice is small. The onlookers, were they not adults who knew better, may have sworn left and right that in front of them was suddenly no longer a tall, lanky, grown-up Mike Wheeler that stood pleading with Will’s lifeless body- but instead was a tiny little ten year old, fresh out of his moms basement from a ten hour campaign. He sniffs, wiping the tears from his eyes with a snotty sleeve, his hands around Will’s shoulders. The walkman headphones sit uselessly against Will’s ears, and Mike pulls them off, flinging them down. He yells, anger bubbling out of him, and stomps on the walkman.

“Stupid, Stupid, Stupid, Fucking—!” His voice cracks again, and he holds Will tight, sobbing into his chest. Everyone else watches, their hearts breaking in front of them.

“Darling you’ve got to let me know,” Mike whispers, singing only ever so slightly. Off key. Pitchy. Quiet. Broken up by gentle sobs he can’t swallow. “Should I stay or should I go,”

Jonathan squeezes Nancy tighter.

“If I say that you are mine,” Mike cups Will’s face in his hands, his nose pressed against Will’s cheek. “I’ll be here…” -A hiccup- “…till the end of time.”

Mike’s eyes are swollen. Will’s are dead white.

“If you don’t want me set me free,” He squeezes Will’s hand tight. “Exactly who am I supposed to- supp- suh- exactly who am I supposed to be without you man? Come on please wake up wake up please I need you, I need you. don’t go, don’t—-“ he squeaks, swallowing hard and catching his breath. “If… if you go, there will be trouble. But if you stay it will be double.”

“So come on and let me know. Should I Stay or Should I Go?”

Joyce clasps a hand over her mouth.

Hopper pulls her into his chest.

Dustin shuts his eyes tight, and Steve holds his shoulders steady.

Lucas looks away. He knows this feeling.

Jonathan buries his face in Nancy’s hair.

Eleven watches in disbelief.

And then Will heaves a breath, and opens his big brown eyes.

Mike’s eyes widen with shocking hope. He holds his breath, then lets out a horribly ugly laugh. “Y- You-!”

“Hi,” Will coughs, his eyes dazed and confused but locked on Mike’s. They mimic his and well with big crocodile tears. “You have a really bad voice.”

Mike barks a laugh, grabbing Will by the face. “You little- You- You—“

“Yeah?” Will smiles, weak but gentle.

Oh, he’s not wasting another second.

Mike pulls their faces together, colliding in the silliest, most important kiss of either of their lives. Will laughs into it, shocked so much that the wind is knocked out of him. He inhales high into his chest, breathing in Mike’s kiss like it’s an anchor to life. And in more ways than one, it is. Will quickly takes charge, holding Mike's face in his hands, kissing him again, deep and full of emotion. The electricity in his fingertips is intoxicating. Pulling away too soon, Will pushes their foreheads together.

“I’ve waited my whole life to do that.” He whispers, breathing hard. His pupils are huge, dizzy with wonder.

“I can't believe I almost lost you before you did.” Mike laughs, tears still spilling over. He looks over to their audience, but specifically to El, who just smiles. Without missing a beat, she runs at them both, and throws her arms around them. Dustin and Lucas don’t waste another second- rushing at the three friends and almost tackling them to the floor in a mess of laughter and tears and chattering voices.

“Alright alright, let mom through.” Joyce smiles, her eyes puffy red and her face bright and smiling- if exhausted. Will’s eyes melt as she hugs him.

“Mom, I—“

“Oh hush. I already knew.” Giving him a gentle wink, and kissing the top of his head. “My boy. Please don’t ever go away like that again.”

Will’s eyes drift over to Mike as Joyce wraps him in a hug. “Don’t worry.” He smiles. “I think I’m planning on staying.”

#stranger things #byler #mike wheeler #byler better be canon #will byers #angst #byler angst #stranger things 4 #byler fic #byler angst fic #byler kiss #byler one shot

[inlovewithgreta]

Sunkissed — Narcissa Black/Malfoy x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: A day at the beach gets heated when two minds get the idea of showing affection in a crowded place.

Warnings: Thigh riding, cunnilingus, fingering, semi-public sex, slight spanking, marking, praise, mommy kink, etc…

Word Count: 1.9k

© Do not copy, repost, or modify any of my works.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The sky was a brilliant blue today with barely any clouds to be seen. The air around you was hot and humid as the rays from the sun were helping you and Narcissa get that extra little glow. It was more her than you as you tended to burn to a crisp if you didn't keep reapplying sunscreen since your skin was very delicate.

The sun was hot against your back as you laid on your stomach, flipping through the pages of your novel. You were wearing some skimpy little white colored bikini with your wavy beach hair tucked behind your ears, and huffing when the small gusts of wind would blow it in your face, occasionally obstructing your view.

Narcissa was laid back in her own beach chair, a little black bikini tightly wrapped around her curvy figure, leopard print sunglasses sat on the top of her head, keeping the bangs out of her face while the rest of her hair sat even curlier than yours at her shoulders.

It's been a few hours since you and Narcissa decided to have a spontaneous beach day, wanting to spend the whole day just lounging around with nothing but margaritas, books in your hands, and the steady sounds of the water rushing up and down the shore.

With a sigh you mark the page and close the book, setting it back in the beach bag for later use. You catch sight of your skin turning a light shade of red, completely forgetting about your hourly sunscreen application.

Grabbing the SPF 50 sunscreen you take a peak at your back, noticing the same slight shade of red on your back and you had to somehow get back there as well.

"Cissa, can you help get my back?" You plead, holding the sunscreen out towards her.

"Of course!" She marks her page before setting the book down, grabbing the sunscreen from your hands and pausing to think for a moment. She has a cheeky smirk on her face as she climbs onto your beach chair, her legs on either side of yours as she pops the cap open of the sunscreen and starts lathering it onto your shoulders and back.

"Now let's just get this pesky little thing out of the way—" Narcissa swiftly unties the strings to your top.

"Narcissa!" You gasp as your hands quickly grab hold of your top to hold it in place.

"What?" She asks innocently. "It was in my way."

"Just—" You try to hide your laugh and whip your head around to meet her eyes. "Next time give me a warning, I don't want the whole beach seeing my tits."

"Yes ma'am."

She smirks while her hands were now roaming your entire back, making sure she rubbed it in as best as she could. She didn't want her precious little doll being in any unwanted pain in the morning.

"And make sure to get everywhere, darling. We don't need my ass getting all red from the sun."

At your statement, Narcissa ties your suit back on and her hands traveled lower down your back before landing promptly on your ass. Her hands continue their kneading and giving your cheeks a gentle but firm squeeze every few seconds.

Now she was just toying with you.

"Oooh," Her voice dropping a few octaves before continuing. "We wouldn't want the sun doing that to you, now would we?"

A harsh smack to your ass causes you to bite down on your bottom lip to stop any sound from coming out. The sharp sting spread straight over to your core.

She leans forward, bringing her lips next to your ear. "Only mommy's allowed to make it red."

She admires the newly red handprint forming along your sensitive skin for a moment before you flip yourself over and sit up, coming face to face with her. Hooking your finger under the string between her breasts, you pull her closer to you by a few inches. Your lips just barely hovering in front of hers.

"Car. Now." You let go of her string, causing it to snap back against her skin.

Narcissa just smirks and slides off your legs. She goes to put her sandals on but you're too quick to grab the keys and take hold of her hand, pulling her towards the car.

It was a short walk to the parking lot. Quickly pressing the button to unlock the doors, you practically push Narcissa into the backseat and climbing into the back with her.

After closing the doors, you twist the keys into the ignition and turn the air on, hoping for some kind of air circulation, knowing you're gonna need it.

You make your way to each window, sliding down each window shade, completely blocking out the view from the outside so nobody could see in or out.

Each window had black privacy protectors for impromptu moments like these.

Once each window was securely covered you look back at Narcissa who is laying in the backseat on her side with her head leaning against her hand with an eyebrow raised.

"Are you done yet?" She smirks, playing with the strings to her top.

"You're so impatient." You roll your eyes and crawl on top of her, straddling her waist.

Narcissa's hands instantly find home at your hips, kneading at your soft skin.

"Can you blame me?"

"Guess not." You smirk and bring your lips to hers, first starting off with a quick peck before going back for more.

Her hands leave your hips to pull at the strings of your top and removing it to feel your bare breasts against her hands. Her touch leaving goosebumps in their wake. You reach around to the strings of her top, untying them and sliding it off her, doing the same with her bottoms, leaving her bare beneath you.

As the kiss got heated you find yourself grinding slowly against her thigh, begging for any kind of friction. Narcissa finds the strings to your bottoms, sliding them off as well before her hands go back to your hips, guiding you across her thigh.

"Go on doll, get off on mommy's thigh."

You nod your head, not finding any words forming from your mouth. One of your hands gripping onto the door for support.

Little moans escaped your pretty lips as her nails dug into your skin, sure to leave faint marks afterwards.

"That's my good girl," She cooed. She kisses the center of your chest before moving to one of your breasts, her lips attaching around your nipple.

Your movements were getting frantic and sloppy as you slid across her thigh. "You're close, aren't you my love?" She moves over to your other breast.

Nodding your head frantically, you can feel yourself just on the edge. Her teeth graze your nipple, causing you to whimper. "Use your words, doll. Mommy wants to hear that pretty little voice. Can you do that for me?"

"Mhm—" Your voice cracks. "Yes, I'm close!" Your grip on the door hardened, knuckles turning white.

She gives your breast one last wet kiss before bringing her thumb to your mouth. "Now be a good girl and bite down, we both know how loud you're about to get."

Your immediate response was to gently bite down, wrapping your lips around her thumb to stop your growing moans from escaping. Your release comes at you in a flash, your legs just barely shaking, your thighs squeezing tightly against her as your head gets slightly thrown back.

She barely even winces as your bite gets harder, your muffled moans dragging out as your wetness drips down her leg. She removes her thumb when your movements still, examining the freshly made teeth marks.

"You did such a good job for me, darling." She praises, her dark eyes burning into your E/C ones.

"You deserve a treat. Be my precious little doll and help mommy finish too. Can you do that for me?" Her fingers tracing lazy circles along your skin.

"Mhm," Bringing two fingers to her mouth, you push them past her lips. "Now suck." She does as you say, her tongue wrapping around your slender fingers.

When you're content, you take your fingers out from her mouth and drag them down her chest, past her navel, and stop them when you reach her cunt. Your fingers easily enter her, giving her time to adjust before starting their pace, causing Narcissa to lightly gasp following closely by a soft moan.

Following the same trail your fingers did, you leave sloppy kisses down her body, making sure to give every inch of her body attention before your mouth reaches her clit. Your tongue flicking against the sensitive bud.

Your free hand moves to one of her legs, bringing it over your shoulder as you curl your fingers, hitting the spot she liked the most. Her back arched as her hand moved to your head, fingers brushing the hair out of your face before getting tangled in your curly locks. Her other hand played with her breast, her fingers toying with her nipple.

Breathy moans escaped her lips while her hand pushed down against your head, leaving no room for you to breathe but you didn't care.

"Faster—" Before she could finish speaking you pick up speed, helping her chase her finish. "Good girl," She breathes out, biting her lip to lower the sounds of her moans.

Her thighs attempted closing as she came, her release dripping down your fingers. Her breathing was heavy as you helped her ride out her high, removing your fingers and lapping up her mess, enjoying the taste of her on your tongue.

Sliding yourself back up to her, you pull her in for a sweet kiss, your tongues dancing together in unison. She gives you one last kiss as she tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

"I should tease you more often."

"Why? Because you like what follows it?"

"Who wouldn't?" She teases. "Here I am with teeth marks across my thumb and you have a big red handprint across that pretty little ass of yours."

You gasp as you sit up, going to look in the rear view mirror. "I do not have a handprint—" You cut yourself off as you examine yourself in the mirror, a large handprint was indeed visible on your skin.

"Narcissa!" You run your hand along the mark, your mouth wide open.

"It's okay sweetheart, people will just think you took a spill and fell." She chuckles, reaching around to run her hand softly along your mark. "Besides, I quite like the way it looks on you."

"Yeah, if you like it so much make another handprint on the other cheek while you're at it." You roll your eyes and playfully push her hand away, grabbing your suits and tying them back on.

"Maybe later," She pecks your cheek and reaches across to turn the car off. "But for now, how about we just go for a little swim and have one of those sweet drinks you love with those fancy little umbrellas, how does that sound?"

"Sounds amazing."

"Good, because you really didn't have a choice," She smirks and gives your lips a quick kiss before stepping out of the car.

You laugh lowly as you step out after her, making your way back to the beach. Narcissa follows closely behind you, her eyes only focused on your rear end, admiring her work and just waiting for the night to come so she can do it again.

#helen mccrory #narcissa malfoy #narcissa x reader #narcissa black #fanfic #lesbiansmut #smut #wlw smut #oneshot #praise #semi public sex #mommy k!nk #domme mommy #mommy #no plot whatsoever #pwp fics

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

Leave Me

Part 3 of Leaving Me Behind

Requested: can you please make a part three of Leaving her because of his father I am literally crying for them for Orm and Reader

Genre: angst (heartbreak), clashing conversation between father and son

(For Orm’s father I had to google his name. It said that his name was Orvax. Not sure if it’s correct but 🤷🏼‍♀️)

Enjoy!

Orm began to dive into the water; he felt a tug in his heart, a strong pull, making his brain calculate how to get back to the shore. He continued swimming. He felt the way of unhappiness as he swam against the moving currents and wave strokes. 

His heartbreak was nothing he could describe or even perceive with words. A feeling he knew was going to last.

Y/n was standing there, crying, pleading to the sky, the sea, and the land for him to return. Her hands shoveled and held the sand as if she was holding a lifeline and was trying to pull him back into her arms where she felt safe and protected. 

But now gone, descending deeper into the water, he felt his eyes gaze upon his kingdom, Atlantis. He meant to rule and guard, although it wasn't something he wanted to be anymore, his heart holding back, and yet his lineage, his bloodline, called him back, and now he doesn't want to go. 

The father's wrath was felt at the castle's entrance, and the defining silence was the only positive presence between the father and son.

'What are you doing?!' His father roared from the throne, 

'I was in love; I love someone. Someone loves me.' the young prince admitted with a broken, delicate tone trying to get a better sense of everything.

'You don't love! A ruler, a future king, doesn't have sentiments. He has his mastership and education to stand behind and not something nonsensical and breakable like love...' he spoke with disgust polluting each word. 

'Are you going to go on an identical path like your mother?!' His father banged his fisted hand on the throne handles, the brute force shaking the throne, the wrathful aftershock slithering around and towards Orm, bringing him to his knees, his face pulled down. The sheer bubbling anger Orm felt, he suppressed it, knowing how wrathful his father was, still feeling the snaps and punches on his body from years prior.

Orvax swam down to his son's level, witnessing his son, a future ruler usually full of dignity, brilliance, and regal venom dripping from his mouth and now spending a couple of months with a surface dweller transforming him. Orvax presumed Orm was just having enjoyment; he did not expect his son to come disfigured as a... disgrace.

Orvax touched his son's shoulder, feeling the quick pull back from Orm, Orm's eyes shooting up in pure fear and shock. Orm never saw his father so close. His father wasn't that type of person, the type of person he was...

'Since you are back, I do hope you won't be going back up. Unless you intend to rain upon waves of hurt to...surface dwellers.'

With the intentional pause on the last two words, Orm saw a mischief gleam in his father's eyes, a gleam he also had, a gleam of revenge.

After all, he was this type of person, vengeful and spiteful.

Orm felt his weight shift back from his feet and entirely on the floor. His future he didn't know he deserved with Y/n, was now gone completely. Replaced by ruling the kingdom, only having a feeling of fear of his father. His thoughts ran with the memories he made with Y/n locking them in the safest place, so nothing could tarnish them, not even his father and his cruel ways. Orm looks up at his blood and asks, knowing very well the answer. 

'So I don't even deserve to be happy, father?'

His father began to walk away as he answered, 'No.'

Y/n looked at the waves still crashing and moving, the scenery shades with a dark blue sky, the full moon, and starts being the only bright thing in Y/n view. Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, were fixed onto the waves, her ears picking up the soft footsteps near her.

'Y/n.' a soft tone spoke, the tone she had heard numerous times. 

'Arthur, what should I do? I thought that he was happy.'

Arthur takes a small letter handing it to her, offering a missing piece of the puzzle.

'Unfortunately, it is power beyond our measures.'

Opening the letter Y/n, she gazed upon the rich handwriting.

'Dearest,

I love you. I do not wish to think this is our last communication, but it is. I hope to Gods that it is not. You gave me something no one ever did: to live happily. To enjoy. And my heart breaks over the thought of you crying, wasting your tears on someone like me. Therefore, I will continue to live as a future ruler, and you should continue your life without me. I will always cherish our moments in my cold heart.

-Orm.'                  

Y/n glimpses at Arthur and speaks, 'What should I do, Art?'

'Take one day at a time. Let's get you into the house.'

Standing up after hours of sitting, Y/n ambled back home, turning around, trying to see one last time if Orm was there, waiting for her. 

There wasn't much on the sea, only rocks and waves and a heartbroken king looking from the far distance, his love walking away.

#king orm imagine #orm marius x reader #orm #orm imagine #orm x reader #aquaman one shot #aquaman x you #aquaman x reader #aquaman #dcmultiverse #dc one shot #dc x reader #dc imagine #justice leauge imagine #justice leauge x reader #justice league #patrick wilson #imagine #requested imagine #aquaman imagine #dceu #dc fanart

[greeenchrysanthemums]

UPDATED appearances for the GG rivals au characters: now with Lizzie and Joel!!

Once again, i am no artist so they are just written descriptions with pictures here and there. Most of them are largely the same as the previous post, but I have added little tidbits to certain descriptions, some of which are lore related!

Gem looks similar to this gorgeous fanart, except her dress has slits up the side to allow for easier movement. This look is sometimes replaced entirely by a trouser and tunic combo of the same colour if she knows the mission she is being sent on will need a great deal of movement in close quarters or something to that affect. No matter the outfit, her sword never leaves her waist. Her hair is in a low bun with a braid wrapping around the front of her head, like this. I do not imagine her with horns in this au.

Scott and Impulse wear armour similar to how applestruda draws it in her au, with their cloths in shades of teal and yellow respectively. Scott has long, back length hair, that he wears down and covering one eye. He was born with heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one hazel. His teeth are sharp, and he has fin-like ears due to his Coral Crest heritage. Impulse has shortly cropped hair, stubble on his face, and two little nubby horns that are tipped in black extending out of his forehead. He also has sharp, clawed hands.

Grian's eyes are entirely black like a barn owl's, and he has feathers on the high parts of his cheek bones and ears. His hands end in sharp talons rather than nails. He also has bird-like legs and taloned feet. His wings are not visible, if there at all. He wears a red shawl/cloak that has a high collar and ends around his waist, held closed by a brooch in the shape of an eye, similar to this but golden instead of silver. It has a hood, but he only wears it if he is trying not to be seen. His undershirt is black, and it is a long sleeve. His trousers are brown.

Scar wears a similar black cloak as Grian, held closed by the same brooch, though he wears his with the hood up. The cloak has red flower detailing on the hem. His eyes are green, and his hair is brown. He has a single grey streak in the front of his bangs. His tunic and trousers under the cloak are both black and he wears his shirt just a little bit too open at the top. He also always wears a smile, but pretty much everyone can agree it is deceptively kind and fake. He looks the most human out of the whole cast, so much so that it is entirely uncanny. EDIT: I can't believe I forgot to mention! Scar has a cane as well. It's wooden with a gold handle.

Mumbo and Etho wear matching outfits, claiming it is professional since they share a job and shop, but it is something they choose to do, not something that is required of them (they are just very, very silly). They are simple outfits consisting of white tunics with black trousers and thick, leather aprons on top (mumbo's is red and etho's is a dark green). They both wear goggles and thick gloves, as well as chunky boots, all for safety since they work with explosives very often. Etho wears a black bandana to cover his lower his face, both to hide his scars and his identity. His goggles replace his headband in this look, doubling as what keeps his hair out of his face. His scared eye is missing entirely; he does not have a false eye, it is just an empty socket. Mumbo wears his goggles around his neck when they are not on his face.

Bdubs also wears thick gloves to protect his hands in the garden. His shirt is white, and he has brown trousers that are a tad bit high watered, something he claims is intentional as he does not want mud all over his trousers. The previous argument becomes moot, because over this outfit he wears a thick cloak that is almost always covered in some manner of flora and/or mud. He completes the look with a wide brimmed hat to protect him from the sun.

Cleo is also dressed similarly to Etho and Mumbo but her apron is a plain brown that is stained with soot. Her tunic sleeves are always rolled up to show off her strong arms and she doesn't wear her safety gloves nearly as much as she should. She forgoes eye protection entirely. One of her eyes is missing, replaced with a glass eye of a slightly different shade of green than her organic eye. Her hair is pulled into a much messier bun than Gem's, with frizzy stray hairs going every direction. She is NOT a zombie in this au, she is completely human.

Ren is dressed in all the typical regalia of a king, complete with a diamond encrusted, golden crown and a thick red cape with a fluffy collar. His thick beard is long and braided. His eyes are red, as well as blood shot, and he almost always appears angry. He, of course, has wolf ears and a tail. He simply would not be Rendog without them.

Martyn is dressed in the same armour as the other knights. His under clothing is green, as is the bandana he wears around his forehead. He usually appears worried, but he smiles often in the presence of the king. He always has a hand on the sheath of his sword, ready to draw it at any time.

Pearl wears a white tunic with flared sleeves tucked into a pair of high waisted black trousers. Over this she has a deep, red cloak that stops at her waist and is held closed by a circular broch that, when unclasped, takes the shape of crescent and wanning gibbous moons. She has a crescent moon shaped birth mark on the left side of her face. Her hair is always down and messy under her hood. When she is on the job, she carries a scythe strapped to her back, along with a crossbow. There is a sheath on her leg which contains a dagger.

Bigb wears a blue tunic with brown trousers, along with a thin white apron when he is working. He always seems to have flour stains on his clothes whether he is on or off the clock, no matter how hard he tries to wipe it off. Big strong arms for him as well.

Skizz wears the same armour as the rest of the knights, and his underclothes are black. The shoulder of his armour has a cross emblem on it that delegates him as a medic, and he has medical supplies carried across his chest. The sleeves of his tunic are ripped off and he does not wear his gauntlets, showing off a plethora of scars along his arms. He is a dove avian, but one of his wings is heavily damaged and half missing as a result of an old injury he sustained on the field. He has white feathers on his upper cheekbones and ears, but he lacks the talons that Grian has.

Tango wears a short sleeved red tunic and black trousers with big chunky boots that are never free of mud. His hands are clawed, and his ears are pointed; both are tipped in a red to black gradient. His eyes are entirely red. He has a long tail that ends in a tuff of fire that doesn't seem to actually have any real heat.

Jimmy wears a blue tunic with a brown vest over it. Brown trousers and chunky boots. His sleeves are always rolled up and he is always covered in some manner of dirt, both because of the work he does on the farm, and from being very clumsy. He has bull horns, one of which is chipped. He also has a tail and bull-like ears. He has a gold ring in one of his ears.

Lizzie wears a flowy purplish-pink dress that is thin, both to allow for free movement and to allow airflow in the Coral Crest heat. Her teeth are sharp, and her ears are fin-like. Her nails are very sharp. She wears her pink hair down with a string of pearls like this. She wears many silver and gold bracelets on both wrists, along with a few anklets on both ankles. She does not wear shoes unless she is out of the castle.

Joel Wears a thin, short sleeved white tunic and brown trousers under a set of armour. While Wintertide armour is more thick and sturdy, as well as a darker greyish colour, Coral Crest armour is more thin and agile, and is a lighter grey, almost white, colour. He wears no gauntlets. His hair is short and messy with the back pulled into a tiny ponytail. He has a short, scruffy beard. He also has fin-like ears, sharp teeth, and sharp nails. He puts on a tough guy act by scowling all the time.

#GG rivals au #hermitcraft #life series #empires smp #geminitay #grian #pearlescentmoon #mumbo #etho #lizzie #joel #scott #ren #martyn #skizz #bdubs #cleo #bigb #scar #i feel too bad maintagging every single person but i need a way to personally find this easier so... #nickname tags! #i could not explain to you why i kept some of them as hybrids but not others #it just makes sense to me #for the record impulse and tango probably both have heritage in one of the plot irrelevant kingdoms outside of the map #i'm not sure what exactly the coral crest people are #i suppose they would be similar to mers or sirens but their heritage is very far removed from them so they do not have the #water breathing abilities or anything like that #just the physical attributes #their pupils have the ability to become slitted though #i considered making Etho an artic fox but ultimately decided against it

[sunshinebingo]

@gwynweekofficial Day 6 - Future

Follow Gwyn, Azriel and their twins on a Friday afternoon.

A/N: A while ago I posted A Morning at the Berdara Household and since it's Gwyn Week (and Gwynriel owns my heart) I thought why not do another 🤷. If you haven't read the first one, the twins are 3 years old. I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.7k

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16.26 pm

Gwyn opens the door. But before she can even put one foot inside, two little kids run past her and enter the house first. ‘’Aren’t you forgetting something?’’ she asks her twins. And four little feet walk back towards the door again. Catrin and Eliot remove their dirty shoes and put them on the shoe rack next to the door before sprinting straight into the kitchen in their socks.

‘’Stop running,’’ Gwyn shouts.

Gwyn shakes her head when none of them listens. She wonders how they can have so much energy left after a long day at school. Well, the nap they have there a few hours after their lunch certainly helps. If only adults could have nap time at work as well.

Gwyn removes her own boots and follows her children in the kitchen. It is the same thing almost every day; Catrin and Eliot go to school from 9.00 am to 14.30 pm. After that, someone picks them up and takes them to Feyre’s painting studio where they spend more time with their friends. Then either their mom or dad picks them up at 16.00 pm. Today it was Gwyn’s turn since she only had training with the Valkyries. Today they have even walked in Velaris for a while before heading home.

‘’Mommy mommy look,’’ Catrin exclaims excitedly, waving the empty bowl that she has taken out of her bag at her mother. ‘’I ate all my sanwish.’’

‘’Good job sweetie.’’ Gwyn leans down to place a kiss on the little girl’s messy hair. The pigtail braids that she had on this morning are completely disheveled and she seems to have lost one of the bows that were in her hair. Knowing her, Catrin has either lost it while playing, or has given it to one of her friends.

Eli, who is struggling to get his water bottle out of his backpack, is in no better state than his sister. He has white paint in his red hair, and his blue shirt has traces of coloured pen in random places, even on his back. Gwyn sighs at the sight, knowing that it will be a struggle to get the stains out.

16.35 pm

After their lunch boxes are out of their bags and in the sink, the twins sit down at the kitchen table and wait for their afternoon snacks. ‘’What did you do at school today?’’ Gwyn asks as she pours milk in two glasses.

‘’I made a cloud like this,’’ Eli opens his hand as far they could reach to show how big the cloud was. That explains the white paint. Gwyn places their milk on the table before them along with some cookies.

‘’Cat hit Penny at school.’’

Gwyn’s butt freezes midway to her chair.

‘’HEEY,’’ Catrin pinches her brother, her face turning into a pout.

‘’Catrin, what did we say about hitting your friends?’’ her mother scolds.

‘’She is not my fwiend,’’ the pout on Catrin’s face is now a full on scowl.

‘’Catrin,’’ Gwyn scolds her again louder this time. Catrin’s wings droop behind her and she slides down a little on her chair, covering her face with her glass. Eli, not feeling concerned at all, just stuffs his face with cookies.

‘’I’m sowry,’’ Cat mumbles behind her glass.

Gwyn finally sits down with her own cup of tea and listens to the rest of her twins’ day at school.

17.05 pm

Gwyn only has the time to get out of her sweaty Illyrian leathers before the twins are banging at the door of her bedroom to ask her to play with them. She quickly slips into some comfy sweatpants and one her mate’s t-shirt and follows them to their room.

Once there, Eli sits on floor with his colouring book and Cat decides that her mom’s hair is more interesting than all of her toys. So Gwyn sits on the bed while her daughter stands behind her, pulling and tugging her long hair in every direction.

‘’Eli stop drawing on the floor,’’ Gwyn warns him.

17.30 pm

Gwyn and the twins have moved from the kids’ bedroom to the living room. Cat and Eli have decided to play hide and seek behind the furnitures, both screaming and giggling so loudly when they find the other that they could probably be heard from the House of Wind.

It is Friday which means family dinner at the River House. And since there is no need to prepare dinner for tonight, Gwyn lies down on the couch with a book while keeping an eye on her children.

‘’I win,’’ Eli laughs after he spots Catrin behind a curtain. It would not be as easy for Eli to win every time if Cat remembers to also hide her wings.

17.54 pm

‘’Daddy is back.’’

‘’Mommy look, it’s daddy.’’

Azriel hears the laughs of his twins even before he lands on their front lawn. And the screams of excitement start as soon as he does. Cat and Eli stand at the window with their faces glued to it, jumping up and down excitedly. Eager to see them too, Azriel quickly walks to the door.  One second is all it takes before both of his kids throw themselves at him. Eli latches onto his leg and Catrin flaps her wings as much as she can to reach him. Azriel catches her midflight and Cat immediately buries her face in her father's shoulder.

When he walks into the living room, Azriel is greeted with the sight of his mate smiling brightly at him from the couch. Gwyn’s hair has plenty of messy little braids with butterfly clips and colourful bows. It seems that Cat is getting better at doing braids. With one kid clinging to his neck, the other to his leg, and both of them telling him so many things at the same time that he can’t clearly make out a single one, Azriel walks to his mate and bends down to kiss her.

18.00 pm

Azriel lies on the couch with his head on his mate’s lap and his twins sitting right on top of him, both playing with his hands. He snorts when he hears the story of Catrin’s incident at school. Gwyn stops running her hand through his hair and glares down at him, warning him not to laugh. Of course he finds this funny. But Gwyn is right. As always. This behavior should stop before the other parents start to complain. Not that many of them would dare to complain about the kids of a Shadowsinger and a Valkyrie.

18.20 pm

Azriel helps Eli picks his clothes for the evening while Gwyn takes care of Catrin in the bathroom. Tonight, he settles for a pair of black pants and a sweater.

When Gwyn comes into the room with Cat, Azriel and Eli leave the room for the girls to get ready. Azriel picks up his son and brings him to the bathroom where most of the time in the bathtub is spent scrubbing all the paint off of Eli’s hair.

‘’Eli don’t drink that,’’ Azriel says when the boy scoops the bath water into his mouth.

18.35 pm

Azriel leaves Eli with Gwyn when she finishes with Catrin’s hair. Getting him ready is much quicker than dealing with his sister. Cat has taken ages to decide how she wants to wear her hair before settling on a ponytail with a hair tie that matches her skirt.

18.50 pm

Once Eli is dressed and Azriel is ready, Gwyn leaves the twins with her mate and goes to her room to get ready. While Azriel spends some time alone with them, Gwyn takes the time to take care of herself. She wears fighting leathers and her hair in a braid almost every day because of training and missions. So tonight, she decides to spend some extra time on her appearance.

19.20 pm

‘’Mommy,’’ a little voice calls on the other side. Before she can answer, the door opens and Catrin walks in. When her daughter stops beside her, Gwyn picks her up and places her on her lap before the vanity.

‘’Mommy?’’

‘’Yes, love.’’

‘’Can I have some,’’ Cat asks, pointing at the lipstick on her mother’s lips. Gwyn smiles at the way her daughter looks at her with her big teal eyes that are so similar to hers. She leans down and presses her lips against Catrin’s in a loud smooch that makes the little girl giggle.

‘’Here,’’ Gwyn says, turning Cat towards the mirror. Her daughter gasps and her face breaks into the widest smile at the faint trace of colour on her lips.

19.30 pm

‘’No sweets before dinner baby.’’ Eli pouts when Azriel refuses to give him a candy. ‘’What is your mother doing?’’ he asks and his son shrugs like he doesn't care.

Before Azriel can call for his mate, she walks into the kitchen with Cat. ‘’I’m ready.’’ Azriel gapes at her for a moment. She wears a simple green dress but one that hugs her body to perfection. Combined with her long copper hair swiped over one shoulder and her light makeup, Gwyn looks exquisite. Azriel walks to her and kisses her on the cheek. ‘’You look beautiful.’’

Gwyn beams and blushes at the compliment. And that blush, even after years, still does things to him that he cannot mention in front of the kids. The surge of heat that suddenly flows through their bond makes Gwyn blush even harder. She tugs on the bond and Azriel smirks as he understands the promise behind.

‘’Daddy let’s go,’’ Eli complains, pulling on his father’s hand.

Azriel winks at his mate and follows Eli to the door.

19.32 pm

The door is closed, the ward is checked and everyone is ready to go.

‘’Ok let’s g-‘’

‘’Wait,’’ Gwyn interrupts. ‘’Did I lock the door properly?’’

Before Azriel can say anything, Gwyn is already placing Catrin in his other arm and rushing towards the door.

‘’QUICK MOMMY,’’ Cat shouts as if her mother was not just two steps before them.

Gwyn reaches the door, turns the knob and finds that it is properly locked. ‘’At least now I know,’’ she says as she returns to her mate and children.

‘’We can go.’’

Azriel sighs ‘’You sure?’’

‘’YES,’’ Eli says so loudly that Azriel winces at the assault on his ear. Eli stretches his arms towards Gwyn who then takes her son in her arms. Catrin wraps her arms tightly around her father’s neck once Eli is passed on to their mother. Then Azriel laces his fingers through Gwyn’s and winnows them all to the River House.

#gwynweek2023 #day 6: future #gwyneth berdara #azriel shadowsinger #gwynriel #Gwynriel babies #♥️♥️♥️

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Gaaaahhh still busy! Most of my deadlines are next week though so after that I'll hopefully have more time to uh. not forget about social media

In the meantime, I thought I'd share some of my concept art for pregame/post game casual outfits for the DRV3 cast + some sprite edits!

Commentary under the cut! (it went on for so much longer than I expected...)

Tenko's concept was "stylish", since she looks so so cool in her blazer + cardigan pregame school uniform! Part of in-game Tenko's actual design concept was the keyword "unfashionable", so I wanted to subvert that with her pregame concept. My iteration of pregame Tenko is a huge people person who's best friends with virtually everyone at her school, so I think her more fashionable friends picked out this outfit for her! Of course, she's still wearing the cutesy blue bobble hair ties that she has in her pregame school uniform; I imagine that's an accessory she chose for herself, so she and her in-game counterpart aren't so different in that regard.

Kaede's pregame concept was drawn from the face her headshot makes in her early design concepts: a cool, determined face with a sidelong stare. Playing off of some fandom interpretations a bit, I gave my design the keywords "looks like a delinquent". More incidentally than completely purposefully, I took some inspiration from kogyaru fashion with the loose socks and short skirt (pregame Kaede's design notes actually point out the short skirt in the uniform, so I thought to interpret it as Kaede's personal choice). I also decided to keep the music note hairpins, even though they only appear in ONE of her pregame sprites (and nowhere else in the pregame + flashbacks)... they were also pointed out in the artbook, okay. The red ribbon on her arm is the tie of her sailor uniform.

Shuichi's pregame concept stems from my headcanon that he actually attends a school with no dress code. The nice blazer he wears in the pregame? Completely a personal choice. It's why he gets away with wearing the hat. So of course, outside of school, he still wears a blazer. It's not supposed to be the same one, just a more "casual" one from the same brand. Look, he's... wearing a sweater underneath the blazer, that means it's casual, right? (the sweater is probably 15,000 yen. there is a nice dress shirt underneath it.)

Angie was designed with the keyword of "studious". She has a prim and proper look with her collared long-sleeved shirt, high socks, and her knee-length dress (okay it might kinda stop short of the knee in the art but. I usually draw it knee length now). I was so sad that they got rid of the super-cute center parted bangs in her concept art because the straight bangs were "easier to draw", so I gave her the center part she deserves. She doesn't really pick her own clothes and just wears what's given to her, but I think she actually likes the pink dress a lot.

Kirumi's concept was "something a typical little girl would wear". She ended up looking like a classic princess from a western fairy tale, which... well, it tracks. The puffed sleeves, one piece dress, and uh. the shoes. low heels? flats with heels? (I tried a search and I got "ballerina heels" so I'll call them that) the ballerina heels were definitely design elements drawn directly from the prompt. Her concept was inspired by the cute little bow on her headband in her pregame uniform... I imagine pregame Kirumi loves cute things like bows and baubles but is too shy to wear anything flashy.

Korekiyo's design is meant to be stylish as well! The artbook commentary for his pregame uniform makes note of his modern attire and how he'd probably be popular with girls, so I moved forward from there. I don't think he'd be the MOST stylish guy, at least not in his casualwear (I'd reserve that for Rantaro, I think), and he'd keep his best outfits for the best of occasions. So here he's wearing something that I feel might be a bit off-kilter from what might typically be considered stylish. Or maybe it is perfectly stylish, I dunno. I don't really know anything about fashion. What I really like is the ponytail his hair is in; part of his hair actually sits in a loop while the rest goes through normally as the ponytail.

Kokichi's full outfit is a light gray pullover hoodie with brown jeans. I wanted to keep the loose-fitting aspect of his in-game outfit and riff off of his image colours, white and black (combined into gray, plus a purple tint). His neck is still not very visible in this outfit, much like in-game and even in the pregame with his high-collared uniform. I imagine pregame Kokichi as being rather aloof and free-spirited when it comes to clothing, versus in-game Kokichi's inventive and meticulous, yet equally free-spirited "style". He has a scarf that's black on one side and white on the other, but he only wears it when it's cold out.

Keebo's outfit is very much based on his in-game design, what with the wide, tall collar and green colour scheme. He's a human here! Since his right eye is covered in the pregame uniform by his hat, I played off of the "heterochromatic V3 character" idea — but with Keebo, not Kokichi! It's not super obvious, but his right eye is green while his left eye is blue. I also gave him a smaller ahoge and his hair is more of a pale blonde than a sheer white. I'm planning to make a Dnaganronpa style design sheet for human Keebo sometime hehe

Maki's full design is a long-sleeved red sweater with a tank top underneath. Her sleeves are rolled up halfway, and she's wearing gray sweatpants with this ensemble. It's an easy-to-move in outfit that facilitates her favourite hobby: parkour! Also getting into random street fights and actually being something of a delinquent (unlike Kaede, who only looks like a delinquent). I actually took some of these design elements from a "Maki ripoff" character I designed for something V3-related quite a long while back... but that's a long story :)

#drv3 #danganronpa v3 #silicon-arts #drv3 pregame #pregame drv3 #danganronpa headcanons #tenko chabashira #kaede akamatsu #shuichi saihara #angie yonaga #kirumi tojo #korekiyo shinguji #kokichi oma #keebo #maki harukawa #I love them

[switchedandbewitched]

Switched and Bewitched

Chapter 2: One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish...

Read chapters 1-7 on AO3!

The Gang filled Fred in on what they had discovered: 2022, completely changed Coolsville, their families were missing or dead. Light, happy topics. 

“Wow, these pain meds sure are something,” Fred said. He didn’t believe a word out of their mouths. 

“Red, rits re ruth,” Scooby said. They had snuck him into the hospital using a big trench coat and a hat. “Re really rare rin re ruture.”

“Scooby, we aren’t in the future. There’s another explanation.”

“No, Fred,” Velma said. “I can say that we are, without a doubt, in the year 2022. I, too, thought it was impossible and entertained several other more scientifically-sound ideas: a movie set, a fever dream, drugs, a traumatic brain injury-induced coma. 

They all fell quiet as a nurse in blue scrubs entered the room to check Fred’s vital signs and switch out a bag of clear IV fluid. “If everything keeps going well you should be out of here in a few days,” she said, turning to leave the room. 

Fred winced. “Alright, Gang, we need to split up and look for clues. Daphne, Velma you guys should speak to Red Herring. I don’t like it, but I can’t think of anyone who might still live around here. Scoob, Shag you should head to the address your uncle gave you. Maybe there will be more information. And me, well, I think we know where I’ll be.” 

The Gang nodded and said goodbye to Fred. None of them had ever been hurt badly, let alone hospitalized. It made them all uneasy. 

“Wait!” Fred called. Daphne turned and poked her head back in the hospital room. “Can you guys... check on my parents? I don’t really expect anything but...”

“Sure thing,” Daphne said. “Don’t worry about it.” 

“Alright,” Velma said with the same hard, determined look that had lived on her face since arriving in 2022. “We will meet at The Malt Shop in 3 hours. Sounds good?”

“Like, I’m so ready for a double chocolate olive malt shake. I wouldn’t miss it for the world, Velma.”

The Gang split up and set off in opposite directions. Velma was doing her best to update her mental map of Coolsville, using the odd landmark or old building she recognized. The small museum where they solved the Black Knight mystery was now a huge museum and contemporary art building with two massive wings added to either side. There was a tattered flier stapled to a telephone pole, advertising Funland, where The Gang had dealt with a malfunctioning robot on the loose. The Kingston Mansion, up high on a hill outside of Coolsville, seemed to be looming over Velma and Daphne. 

Daphne and Velma found the old Herring house after an hour or so of searching. It didn’t appear anyone had made any effort to repair what used to be minor cosmetic concerns and they had blossomed into full blown structural and safety issues. But, there was a newer car in the driveway and a newspaper on the front porch. Someone clearly lived here. 

“Okay, Velma, you knock.”

“Me? Why me? I don’t want to knock.”

“C’mon, Velma!”

“Fine!” Velma rapped on the door three times and waited expectantly. After a moment she heard shuffling and a loud bang from behind the door. 

“Goddammit!” a nasally voice yelled. A man opened the door. He was average height, a little stocky, with a red heart and arrow tattoo on his bicep. He was wearing khaki pants and a green vest. Velma and Daphne could imagine that if he wasn’t in his late 80s, his shock white hair would be bright red. 

Red Herring gasped and took a step back. “I’m having a stroke!” 

“You’re not having a stroke,” Daphne responded. 

“You look exactly the same! You haven’t aged at all. It isn’t possible,” Red Herring responded, taking another step back. He placed two of his fingers on his neck to check his pulse and then crossed himself. “You ruined my life!” 

“What are you talking about?” Velma demanded. “We didn’t ruin your life. You don’t understand, for us it has only been a day and a half.”

Red Herring darted back into the house, leaving the front door swinging open. All attempts at politeness out the window, Velma and Daphne followed him inside. It looked nearly the same as it had when they were kids, but the smell of cigarettes was stronger and there was a table of medication next to an oxygen tank seated by a recliner. 

“Red!” Daphne called as they crept down the hallway. The only open door was at the end of the hallway on the left Daphne and Velma peered around the doorframe and found Red Herring standing in the middle of what was once an office. The walls were covered with newspaper clippings, copies of police reports, photos, and other documents all tacked to the walls and connected by red string. 

“This doesn’t make any sense,” He breathed. 

“What is all this?” Daphne asked. She touched newspaper clipping with a photo of Red in handcuffs, being placed into a police car. The headline read: RED HERRING, AGE 18, IMPLICATED IN THE DISAPPEARANCE OF THE COOLSVILLE 4. The article went on to explain that evidence was gathered showing there was a rivalry between Red Herring and Fred Jones, one of the missing Coolsville 4, and police had reason to believe he may be responsible for the disappearance. The next newspaper clipping had another photo of Red Herring in handcuffs, being led up the steps of the Coolsville Police Department: HERRING TAKEN INTO CUSTODY AGAIN; NEW EVIDENCE. Article after article about The Gang’s disappearance was pinned to the wall, followed by articles headlined with things like: COOLSVILLE ELITES TARGET OF BRUTAL MURDERS; WAS HEIRESS DAPHNE BLAKE THE FIRST VICTIM?

“Oh my god,” Velma said. 

“Do you know how many times I was arrested? Five! I was arrested over and over again. Always a new piece of evidence, they told me. But really there weren’t any other suspects and Fred had accused me of so many crimes leading up to your disappearance. I was never convicted but I’ve spent the last fifty years as an outcast. Everyone still believes I killed you.”

“We’re going to fix this, Red,” Daphne said gently. “But we need to get back to 1969 to do that. Can you tell us what happened after we disappeared?”

Red sighed and sat down in an office chair. “The cops said you went for a drive, out towards Okefenokee Swamp, and never came back. They searched the swamp for months but they never found your bodies or the Mystery Machine. Eventually they found Velma’s shoe and sock, Daphne’s headband, Scooby’s dog tag, and Fred’s ascot. At that point they no longer considered running away an option and you were declared missing, then presumed deceased. There was a brief period where Shaggy was named the number one suspect as they didn’t find any evidence he was harmed, but as they kept searching they found some torn green cloth that matched his shirts. They threw that theory out. Now, at this point they turned to me as a suspect as well as all culprits in the crimes you had solved, but most of them were still in jail at the time of your disappearance. I had a shit alibi but they also didn’t have much evidence to connect me to the crime -- other than the previous crimes Fred had accused me of -- which I never committed. All of your parents were interviewed, your teachers, hell, even the staff at The Malt Shop were questioned. After about two years the investigation was closed.”

“What about this article?” Daphne pointed at the article referencing the serial killer. 

“They did briefly attempt to connect your disappearances with a serial killer who showed up in June, 1970. It was unsuccessful. Cops never even caught the killer, let alone connect the killer to you guys.” 

“And this?” Velma pointed to a small corner of one wall, dedicated to articles about Dr. Albert Shaggleford. 

“Dr. Shaggleford was quite vocal about... alternate reasons for your disappearance,” Red said. He chuckled for a moment and then sobered up. “I guess it isn’t so ridiculous now but at the time he was talking about wormholes and magic. Most people wrote it off as eccentric millionaire bullshit. I did talk to him one time and he was convinced you would return someday.”

Yes, he left a letter for Shaggy at the bank. I refuse to believe he didn’t know something,” Velma said.

“Where are our parents?” Daphne hesitated because she didn’t really want to know, after a second thought. 

“Well, like I said, they were all interviewed - multiple times - after you disappeared. Most of them stayed in Coolsville for a long time in case you showed up one day, but some of them moved away.” Red spun around to face the hallway door and pointed to the upper lefthand corner. There was an article from the New York Times titled THE ILLEGAL BLAKE MILLIONS. “Your parents fled to the Caymans after being caught embezzling money. I lost track of them after that but they would be well over a hundred by now so I suspect... Anyway, Velma, your parents split up. Your mom stayed here and passed away about ten years ago, peacefully. I’m not sure what happened to your dad. Shaggy’s parents sold their house nearly thirty years ago and moved to a retirement community in Utah. Fred’s parents both passed away nearly twenty years ago now.”

Velma stared down at the floor as though it would open up, swallow her, and spit her back out in the 60s. Daphne swallowed hard and blinked. “That’s what I thought.” 

“None of them ever stopped hoping.” Red offered gently but his voice still had a hard, bitter edge to it.

“It doesn’t matter. We’re going to figure out how to get home.” There was no certainty in Velma’s voice. If it was a normal Thursday she would be getting ready to leave Introduction to Quantum Physics at Cal Polytechnic right now. Instead, her parents were dead and she had no idea what would happen to them. Would time travel somehow rip a hole in the fabric of reality? Were they living on borrowed time?

“We should meet back up with Shaggy and Scooby,” Daphne said. “Thank you so much for your help, Red. I’m so sorry that they put you through hell.”

Red shrugged and coughed. “Is what it is again. If you do get back to 1969... maybe stop accusing me of things? Ya know, in case you time travel again.”

“Sure thing,” Daphne said. 

“Wait, take these files. Maybe there’s something in them.” Red dropped four thick manilla folders stuffed with photos and documents into Velma’s arms. 

“You don’t happen to have a new map of Coolsville, do you?”

Red slapped a map down on top of the folders. “Sure do. I’ll be here if you need anything else. Not much for an old man to do around here.” 

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Shaggy and Scooby were hauling ass to the Shaggleford address in hopes there would be food. 

“Like, Scoob, I’m starving. Wasting away. If I don’t make it, go one without me,” Shaggy said. He placed one hand on his forehead and mimicked fainting. 

“Re, roo, Raggy,” Scooby said. He also placed one paw on his forehead and then fell to one side, rolled over, and stood up in one fluid motion. 

Scooby and Shaggy arrived at a large house on a sloping hill that sat behind a tall, wrought iron fence. It wasn’t a mansion per se, but was definitely a close cousin of one. There were no cars in the driveway and, though the yard was perfectly landscaped and flowers in full summer bloom, there was no indication when the last time someone had been there was. Shaggy punched the code in on the silver keypad mounted to the gate and it popped open with a somewhat rusty click. 

“Ready, ol’ pal?” 

“Rever,” Scooby said and shook his head. 

Shaggy and Scooby made their way up a stone walkway to the front door. It was an intimidating black door that stood out from the white mediterranean plaster. Shaggy knocked on the door once; no answer. Shaggy knocked again, a bit more forcefully; no answer. 

“Raggy, rook,” Scooby said and pointed one claw at a white metal box, low to the ground. Shaggy knelt to look at it and found there was the same silver keypad on the side of the box. It opened with the same code as the gate and inside were five keys, each engraved with The Gang’s names and Scooby’s was on a retractable clip meant to attach to his collar. 

“Nice catch,” Shaggy said, sticking the key into the door. The door swung wide open, revealing a fancy foyer with a staircase and single round oak table in the middle of the room. The table had a plastic ficus and a phone. 

The phone started to ring. 

“Ruh... Raggy, rou ronna ret rat?” 

“Hello?” Shaggy yelled into the house. “Hello!” A heavy silence met him, broken only by the ringing phone. 

“Like, yeah, Scoob, I guess I am.” With all the confidence he could muster (not much) he marched up to the phone. It wasn’t like any phone he had seen before and it had a little screen that displayed the number. It was the same as the phone number listed in Uncle Shaggleford’s letter. “Like, h-hello?”

“Hello, sir, I am terribly sorry, sir, we will be over ASAP. I do apologize for the delay.” The man stumbled over his words on the phone and as nervous as Shaggy was, this man was doubly so. 

“Like, man, I’m not sure I understand. Who are you?”

“Well - ah, well I suppose I am your great-nephew, sir, Timothy Shagburg. I’ve been assigned to handle all of your affairs,” the man said. “We’ll be sending a cleaning crew over to get the house in order as well as the grocery service and --”

“Like, no need to keep going. Grocery service is all I need to hear.”

“We will have the house set up b-by the evening and once again, I do apologize for the d-delay. See you soon, um, Uncle Norville.” The phone clicked and Shaggy set it back down on the receiver. 

Shaggy began tiptoeing around the house without a doubt that a monster or ghost or ghoul would jump out of a closet. Off the foyer to the right was a massive kitchen and dining room. To the left was a living room and two bedrooms. One bedroom had drawers filled with green t-shirts and brown pants. For some reason there were red t-shirts mixed in but Shaggy simply shrugged it off as a mistake. The other bedroom had a plush dog bed, basket of dog toys, and seven of the same collar hanging on the wall. Shaggy snagged one and popped it on Scooby. At some point Scooby had lost his trademarked tag. The three bedrooms upstairs were exactly what he expected, each one filled with clothes that clearly belonged to Fred, Daphne, and Velma. Shaggy found the door to the basement, took one look at the dark staircase and decided against it. The Gang could take a look at it when they got here. Across all the rooms was a thick layer of dust, it was clear no one had been in the house in years. 

Shaggy searched through the cupboards, refrigerator, and even the oven for food but there was nothing. On the counter he found an envelope with some money and contact information for other employees of the Shaggleford estate.

Read chapters 1-7 on AO3!

#scooby doo #fred jones #daphne blake #velma dinkley #shaggy rogers #scooby doo where are you #what's new scooby doo #mystery incorporated #fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #archive of our own #supernatural elements #lgbtq themes #mystery #detectives #time travel #witchcraft #albert shaggleford #marcie fleach #red herring #fraphne #fred/daphne #velma/marcie #scooby doo fanfiction #scooby doo fandom

[annakacoyett]

Ghost

Summary: Furuya Rei is in Class 3E, Kunugigaoka Junoir High.

(Pt.2)

(Pt.3)

Having to kill a giant, three meter tall yellow octopus was not what Rei had in mind when he accepted his scholarship to Kunugigaoka. 

Nor was he informed of the intricacies of the school's social ladder. 

Figures they'd stuff the halfie into the bottom of the barrel. 

He wasn't the only one in this class. 

Rio, Maehara, and Muramatsu were obvious— blonde hair, blue eyes. Just like him. 

Kurahashi, Hayami and Mimura were also varying degrees of blonde— most of them leaning more towards the red hair scale. 

Rio was excited that Rei was joining, having kept in touch with him since that time he ran into her while getting groceries. And that was well over four years ago, when he was nine and she was eleven. 

Rei was in her class now— class 3E. 

None of them were surprised he skipped two grades. Rio even got him to help her with her math homework on the daily. 

His teachers knew of his potential too. They were just too close minded to give the chance to test out of it. 

Rei took matters into his own hands and tested for Kunugigaoka, just because he could. 

And he got in. He got in. 

The day that was announced at his elementary school was the best day of his life— nearly everyone had their jaws to the ground, looking at him like he was some sort of alien. 

If only they could see him now.

Angling his gun, Rei closed one eye and titled his head. The abomination of a creature was moving in front of them, seemingly standing still. 

They all knew better, however. Their newfound teacher was moving so fast that he seemed to be standing. 

Keeping the target in his line of sight, Rei blurred his vision briefly. 

The movements slowed down, the images flitting over as if he's looking through an animation storyboard. 

He took a calming breath. 

Slower. He needs it slower. 

The movements went slower. Rei has a two second window, if he's going to do it right. 

His target is largely unknown, for now. He'll do more intel gathering later. 

He has time, and he needs is curiosity satisfied. 

That is, if these BBs do any damage at all. 

The octopus is still doing attendance, completely unaware of the stunt Rei's about to pull. 

Jokes on him— Rei’s home district is Beika. 

His neighborhood is the slums. 

He had to learn a thing or two to survive as an orphan, and to protect the other kids. Kurusa-nee-chan can't always protect them, even if she tries her damn hardest to do so. 

Old man Kamado taught him a thing or two before he passed, and Rei's been using the trick without fail each time. 

The octopus still moved, calling out names and going down the list. 

He's last. They won't reach him until the very end. 

That's how it's always been. 

Rei. 

Zero. 

The end. 

But being invisible has its perks. 

Among the noise of gunfire, loud bangs resonating around the room, no one noticed another in its mist. 

Their movements slowed, and Rei's eyes glinted, pulling the trigger. 

His aim seemingly went nowhere. 

“Furuya Rei!”

BANG!!

SPLOSH. 

They all stared in shock at the wriggling tentacle, their new teacher going from his normally bright yellow complexion to a decidedly much paler one. Gray. 

Huh. Color equals emotion, eh?

Anyhow, the yellow tentacle is still thrashing on the ground, its stem very clearly not connected to its main body. 

Rei met his new teacher's eye head on, firing off another round. 

It didn't hit. 

That's okay, Rei didn't expect it to. 

He placed his gun down, disassembling it like how Karasuma-san showed them.

Yellow octopus or not, he's just trying to survive.

They all are. 

And they're going to, unless they can't kill this thing by March.

“Here, sensei.”

#furuya rei #fanfic #assassination classroom #classroom #rio nakamura #korosensei #dcmk #crossover #detective conan

[greshricci]

A Moment Fractured

It’s always the first time hurting someone that’s the hardest. The entire existence of LV and EXP makes that sentiment painfully clear. Of course, I am not without my fair share of LV gained since being adopted by Crow, but it has slowed down at this point. From what I remember, I currently sit at 8 … which is scarily a lot more than I ever thought I would get to in my life. Still, my first moment of true violence was perhaps the most significant. Shards of that memory stab into my brain when I sleep, my wandering mind yanking me back into visions of near empty houses, police sirens, dust coating the floor and walls, stinging my eyes.

Every dream I have, I relive the night I murdered my biological parents.

My memory of it now is quite broken, to be completely honest. In my vain attempt to block out the past, I have shattered it, and now those sharp spikes of pain cannot leave me. The nightmares used to consist of everything, a full reconstruction of the moment my glaive severed the flesh, muscle, and bone of the very people who dared to give me life despite not wanting me. Rivi … my sister, the one I thought I would always hate, she heard father’s death rattle in her sleep. She ran into the room, letting out a wail so horrible Tiamat probably lost her hearing. I shoved her out of the room and slammed the door shut, locking it as I did so. Her screams and slams on the door barely reached my ears as I swiftly ended mother a moment later. One cut to the neck.

As they both slowly dissolved into the dust they formed from, my mind raced through every possibility on what to do with Rivi. This was my chance to get back at her for all of the parental bias she benefited from, and she was also a witness of this crime. I had to get rid of her, it was the only option … and yet, I instead jumped out the window and disappeared into the night. I couldn’t bring myself to end the life of one shaped by circumstance. She had so much more of a life ahead of her to improve upon, not repeat the mistakes of mother and father. As I fled I knew she was calling the police, as I could hear distant sirens and see the flashing red and blue lights creeping along the tree line. I never did see my sister again, but I presume she was moved to a foster family in another district. Wherever she is, I hope she doesn’t remember me.

My nightmares of this time now are much less specific. Nowadays it can basically be summarized as a rush of adrenaline, a sharp pain in the neck, a flash of my sister’s mortified face, the sounds of banging on the door, the feeling of dust caking on my scales, and the cold of the forest air whipping by. I suppose, in carrying out this murder, I became more like Dad. By the time he had done a very similar thing with his parents, he was about half my age, and I do not believe he offered the same mercy to any of his family as I had offered to Rivi. Perhaps that’s the difference between us. Though my soul has begun to fade, and I fear it will shift entirely upon reaching LV 10, I do not possess the soul of hatred Dad does. He kills to fix a problem or eliminate a threat. I kill to rid the world of evils it shouldn’t be forced to put up with. I suppose that is all that remains of my moral compass at this point.

Some soul of justice I am.

G’resh Ricci

(Undertale-Ish is owned by @petra-creat0r, Crow Ricci is owned by @garbagemanblue)

#undertale au #undertale ish #writing

[my-plastic-life]

A(nother) Feudal Fairy Tale: Behind the Scenes

Welcome to the behind the scenes footage of creating my Azone Pure Neemo Character Kagome Higurashi! To see the photo gallery, click here!

Step one: Make sure the outfit can be made. Because this will all be in vain if that can’t be done. Once again, I consulted my dear friend Elenpriv and asked if she could make a second Kagome uniform (she’d made the one for the Barbie body) for a Blythe body (Azone Pure Neemo doll bodies are identical to Blythe, or at least very close). She said yes! WOO!

Side note: Azone has made several outfits for their dolls, including a lot of sailor style school uniforms. They’re perfect - but none of them are green! There is a dark blue/navy one, a black one, I think a red one... all kinds of options, but not a green one. Dang it! LOL

Anyway, next up was finding the perfect doll candidate. I didn’t want to use one of the actual character dolls because, well, they’re already a character from another series lol. So my first step was looking at all the 1/6 scale dolls with black hair. Creating a doll without a reroot was ideal.

There were several options to choose from, but even though they had black hair, there were some other issues.

For one, Kagome’s face is more “pointed” than round. I felt this particular face/head shape was too round.

I did start with her, but the slightly smaller mouth just didn’t say Kagome to me lol, especially when I kept looking at these pictures for reference:

So on to the next candidate! This one is nice, she has a nice face shape and a wider mouth:

I like her, but... her eyes don’t go quite high enough, I don’t think. And I need a template, since I can’t draw to save my life, so I wasn’t going to remove the eyes and start from scratch. She also has a side part, and try as I might, I couldn’t get the bangs to shape properly to hide it. I kept her on the back burner just in case, though. I looked into a couple of other ones like these two:

But they both have dark brown hair, not black. And the second one has too round of a face as well.

I went back to my original choice and attempted to style the hair. Well, one thing about Azone dolls - their hair is saran. That means it doesn’t work with heat very well, and it’s hard to style (or dye, apparently). At least, that’s been my experience. Nylon hair works much better, and is much more heat-resistant.

So at this point, I figured I’d have no choice but to do a reroot. Luckily for me, I’d already done a complete reroot with Olivier Mira Armstrong. So this would be my second one!

But I still needed a doll. As I looked at option number 3 more, I absolutely loved her face. The shape was right, and she had the wider smile. All of these dolls would have the same issue of needing their eyes repainted due to how their irises are compared to Kagome, so I wasn’t even looking at that.

Well, I didn’t want to buy one of these dolls (they’re designed for collectors, so they’re not just cheap play line ones you can get off a shelf - plus they’re all from Japan, which raises the price tag) just to “tear up.” So I looked in my stash and discovered I had two of one doll, and it happened to be the one with that face! So here’s the winner:

Her hair is actually the same color as mine in real life lol. That’s super hard to find... but not with Azone! They’ve designed several with that hair color, to which I say hallelujah. I’ve seen maybe two Barbies with that hair color. Come on, Mattel, get with it!

Anyway, the first step was to make sure I could pull off the reroot. I’d repainted Kagome’s face before (plus Sango’s, which is pretty much the same except for pink eyeshadow as well), so you’d think I’d be an expert at that. (More on that later).

I cut the hair off and then used small needle nose pliers to pull out the rest. Azone doll heads, it seems, don’t have glue on the inside - the hairs were all kind of weaved together inside the head. And there was one large piece where the part was that kind of held it all together, so I was left with a larger hole than I liked when I got all the hair out. But I did use some Loc-Tite to close it, just to be safe, and it seemed to be okay.

Next I painted the scalp black to match the hair she’d be getting. Of course, I forgot to use acetone to remove the original paint, and then I forgot to seal the black paint. So during the reroot process, it kept chipping away. Oops. I’m still new at this lol. Fortunately, you can’t see any of that with the final product.

So, during this rerooting process, I kept reminding myself of how I had to go back and add more hair to Olivier a few times because I’d made it too thin. So this time I went all out, even though most rerooters say you don’t have to plug every single hole (even though the factory did)... there’s a head in here somewhere LOL.

Once I was finished with all that hair, it was time for the boil wash. It never fails - whenever I do this, loose hairs that didn’t get plugged always come out. I need to figure out a method to prevent that, as well as prevent the hair from becoming a big stringy mess during the reroot process.

Of course, I probably should have taken a batch of hair and cut it so it didn’t wind up this long because I knew I’d have to cut it anyway:

Anyway, once the boil wash was done, it was time to do the bangs. Bangs have always been tricky for me. I don’t know how I managed to give my Anastasia Steele bangs without much of an issue... but perhaps it was because I used the method in this video, which I repeated for Kagome. I got them cut into shape (and again, they have such an odd shape compared to other characters - they’re almost triangular whereas all the other girls have straight bangs), then used the method in the video to get them to lay flat. When the face was done, I used some of my Volks doll hair spray to help the bangs stay in place.

Speaking of the face, that came next (I cut the hair first to make it easier to work with, with the intention of styling it later). Another difference between Azone dolls and other dolls I’ve worked with (particularly Barbie and Disney Store) - their eyes are stickers. Maybe other dolls are too now, but these particular stickers come off very easily if you rub them with a toothpick. Which I tend to do quite often when painting doll faces/eyes because inevitably some paint will stray from the brush and go where I don’t want it.

But I did use this to my advantage because the doll I chose had eyes with lashes that were pointing outward a little too far to match Kagome’s shape. So I used my toothpick to remove them, giving the eyes a more rounded appearance.

My original goal was to just draw over the eyes already in place, essentially changing the color from light brown/gold to dark brown. Well, Azone doll eyes have large pupils and smaller irises, and the white parts are smaller yet. The Inuyasha art style is different, with a large white part going from the top to the center of the eye, surrounded by a little bit of black and an almost horseshoe shape made up of two different shades of the iris color. Yeah, I studied that a lot. :D Plus, in many instances, Kagome’s eyes don’t look perfectly round, but more oval/oblong. But I did have to work with the shape of the sculpt/eye socket of the doll, so I tried to give her the appearance of having the “taller” eyes with the shape of the iris. And then there was the fun issue of getting those eyes even and the same size! I literally painted over the entire original eye with white paint, then went back in with the blacks and browns. I did discover that watercolor pencils will color on acrylic paint, so that helped me sketch out the design and go over it with paint again. It took some time, but finally, the face was ready! Mod Podge sealer applied!

The next step was styling the hair. You’d think I’d have it down by now, but noooo. Kagome has the most complicated hair of all the Inuyasha girls, I think. Sango and Kikyo have simple hairstyles and straight bangs. Kagome has triangular shaped hair all the way around. It ends at a point in the back, as do the bangs. Sigh.

So I got the hair trimmed into the proper shape using a layering method, which made her look like she stuck her finger in a light socket in the process. :D Once I was satisfied with the shape/length, I attached the head back onto the body, which already had the uniform on. Success!

Except...

The hair looked too thick, and a few people confirmed this when I showed it to them. Yeah, I was so worried about not having to add more hair later that I actually added too much.

It was also too long at this point as well. So then I was frantically trying to figure out how to salvage the situation without completely starting over. Some people suggested using a razor to thin it out. Yeah, I think they meant a straight razor like a barber uses, because my Dollar Shave Club razor didn’t work very well...

Then someone suggested shearing scissors. I’d previously purchased a hair styling set with two types of scissors (one of which was shearing) and combs. I’d never used those scissors before, because I didn’t know how the heck they worked. So I dug them out and used a practice doll to see what they did. And they did what I needed them to! Instead of cutting the length of the hair, it just cuts pieces to thin it out.

So I took these shearing scissors to the hair and made it a lot less bulky. Then I used my curling iron (and a spray bottle to get the hair completely soaked to be safe) to help shape the hair in the back. Of course, that’s easier said than done... there’s that pointy shape at the end, but the primary view will be from the front, so I had to be wary of that as well. And I didn’t want to cut too much, either. Kagome’s hair is most often seen above the waist, about mid-back under her green collar. It’s definitely shorter than Inuyasha’s. I was afraid I’d cut it too short when I applied the curling iron, but I took some of the curl out a bit and it seems to be okay now. Whew! I really didn’t want to have to redo all that... why didn’t I just send the head off to be rerooted professionally? Because I hate the post office and don’t trust them not to lose the head, and these dolls are, again, meant for adult collectors, so they’re not cheap. No way was I risking losing it. Plus, I wanted more practice anyway, and it did save me money. A professional reroot is worth it, but for this doll, I wanted to do it all by myself (except the uniform because no way can I do that lol).

So, finally, after playing with the hair a bit, I added some of the Volks spray and mousse (used to prevent flyaway strands), and she was ready! Woo!!!

But she wasn’t done yet! She still needs her accessories. :D She’ll be sharing her backpack and bike with my Barbie size Kagome, but I wanted to give her a bow for sure and maybe even some better arrows. Well, what luck - hubby got me a 3D printer for Christmas! And I managed to find a 3D print file for Kagome’s bow, arrows, and quiver on Etsy! These were cosplay size, but the seller was able to size them down for 1/6 scale for me. (The seller has since closed her shop, so I can’t post the link here, unfortunately.) Those little arrows were super delicate, but they look better than my first batch! Well, the arrow heads do, anyway. My first batch was the perfect size all the way except the arrowheads, which I attempted to replicate out of Crayola Model Magic. And it didn’t look good lol. So now I’ll probably try to print some more heads and glue them to the Barbie ones so they look better.

But first, let’s get the Azone one done, shall we? Because these were all 3D printed, they were one solid color and needed to be painted. Well, that was easy. I’d kept notes of all the colors and color combinations I’d used for my other dolls, so I just dug those out again and got to work. I glued some thin twine around the quiver like before, as well as a strap to go over Kagome’s shoulder. The bow string is made of black thread.

(Notice how she has her finger pointing to guard her aim! See - interchangeable hands!!!)

I painted one arrow head to look like a sacred arrow. :D We attempted to print probably six or eight arrows, but some of them fell apart because they’re just so fragile. The heads survived, though, so they’ll be good experiments for the Barbie arrows lol.

So, remember how I said Azone dolls are meant to have their hands changed? Yeah, that made for some awesome posing. Kagome can actually properly hold her bow and arrows now! (Okay, the Barbie can too, but removing those hands requires heat and more muscle since they’re not designed to be removed like that.)

I’d originally planned to give Kagome a 26cm Obitsu body. The Inuyasha doll is about 30cm, so 26cm would be about right for Kagome if we’re going in terms of actual height. The Barbie is technically a bit tall, but I’m still satisfied with her. Plus she has the proper skin tone to match the Inuyasha doll. The Azone dolls have two skin tones - flesh and white. Both are much more pale than the Inuyasha doll, so she’d wind up looking more like Kikyo in the long run. Same with Obitsu bodies.

Anyway, why didn’t I go with the Obitsu body? Well, all would have been fine if the shoes had fit. :D Obitsu feet are wider/larger than Azone, despite the bodies being almost identical in height. So with her socks on, the shoes would not go on the Obitsu feet. So back to the original Azone body! But hey, she’s a “true” Azone Pure Neemo Character Series doll now - all the character dolls have either Pure Neemo Flection (this one) or Emotion (more articulation but significantly smaller/thinner) bodies, so this makes her accurate to the series. And she’s not really meant to go with the Inuyasha doll, honestly; she’s my interpretation of another doll line that I love. And many of those dolls only have character made from the series, not all of them. There are a few exceptions like K-ON! and Love! Live! Sunshine! But mostly, it’s just one character like Nezuko and Asuna.

Size comparison to the 12″ collector doll and the Barbie size Kagome I made to go with him:

So for that reason as well, I am not going to make more Azone dolls lol. Or at least, I don’t plan to... we know how that goes LOL. But for right now, I’m content with my Azone Kagome! She may not be perfect, but I’m proud of myself for doing everything completely on my own (except the uniform). It makes her even more special!

#My Plastic Life #doll photography #Azone International #Azone #azonejp #Azone Pure Neemo #Azone Pure Neemo Character #custom doll #OOAK doll #custom anime doll #OOAK anime doll #anime doll #Inuyasha #Kagome #Kagome Higurashi #one sixth scale #myfroggystufffanpics #TenderWolf #anime #manga

[holographicbegonia]

Bro I am so confused.

Okay, Miraculous Season 5 Finale, uhhhhh

SPOILERS AHEAD

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Mega confusion and discussion spoilers under the cut

I thought it was going really well! There was a lot happening in a little time, but it all seemed to be explained at least a little bit. I literally just finished it so here’s my thought process:

I love me a good ol’ crossover in film and animation when they bring in all the past characters from movies, old episodes, etc. And I thought it was really cool! Bringing the United Heros, Fei, Alice, hehehehehe and

*spongebob voice* hiii lukaa

Luka, Jagged, and Penny become part of the Order of the Guardians? Okay yeah whatever I’m not gonna question it. No I am: LIKE I UNDERSTAND LUKA BUT WHY IS JAGGED DOING MIRAKUNG FU-

it was a cool fight scene. Seeing everyone use their powers and working together was fun!

On the other side of the episode-/ we all got thrown for a LOOP man

Does anyone else think it feels really weird how, Prior to the end of the episode, Adrian had like- two scenes? While, yes, he can’t do much without his miraculous, it was weird not getting an update on him and kagami while they’re in confinement. Also while we’re here, lately all we’ve been talking about is how they’re finally revealing the whole sentimonster thing, and why Adrian responds to every command of his father, YET EVERYTHING HE DOES IN THE BEGINNING HES DIRECTLY DISOBEYING GABRIELS ORDERS?? I’m confused

And the big thing, the miraculous’.

I’m a little surprised you’re even able to unify tikki and plagg considering using them together for a wish summons REALITY BITCH OVER HERE/

Marinette immediately gets her cover blown to Gabriel, same with him. So now, it’s personal. Marinette had a pretty calm reaction to EMILIES BODY (dead? Comatosed? Idk anymore) and caught on pretty quick to what Gabriel wanted- and I thought it was going so well! Marinette talked him down, the boomerang trick was cool, the butterfly miraculous, one of the only og miraculous left, so we should keep it safe, GETS FLUNG INTO WATER// which also, Lyla walks in the Agreste Manor mid-fight, but unless I missed it, isn’t seen until the end with the miraculous. You’re telling me she swam through that green ass basement water and got the miraculous?

I genuinely though Gabriel was gonna fold. After seeing the video on Natalie’s phone. Knock some sense into him that, this isn’t what she wanted. I mean, SURLY they’re not gonna let him do the Big Bang thing this entire show over the course of 8 years has stopped him from doing. Yknow since it’s been explained multiple times over 8. Years. Surly with the amount of destruction it does, and we have new seasons coming, they won’t let him do the thing.

He DOEs THE THING.

Also, side note: the kwamis real form look really really cool but I NEED to see Pollens real form cause ik it’s BEAUTIFUL.

So, Yknow how Sass explained in pretty EASY TERMS to Luka how the wishing works?

Red Pen, Blue Pen.

This entire time we’ve been under the impression that in exchange for bringing back Emilie, everything would change. The people, the earth, everything currently in the world. A completely alternate universe where everything is different, except that Emilie is alive. The whole reason we’ve been rooting for Cat Noir and Ladybug to win, is because Gabriel winning was, morally, wrong. Romantic and sad, yes, but his entire mission was to destroy everything and everyone in his way to get his wife back. People DIED (kinda) Families ruined, worlds changed, and this was all before he made the wish. The whole conflict of the show so far was that yes, we’re rooting for our superheroes, but we also feel bad for Adrian and Gabriel losing Emilie: so we understand where his anger comes from.

This IS THROWN OUT THE DAMN WINDOW. bro idk if I blinked and missed something, if I did, lemme know, but/ everything was fine???? Are you kidding me??? i THINK what they were trying to get past, is that the person making the wish, would also choose what happens? I’m still trying to figure out so heres the possibilities in my brain.

Gabriel wished, and realized he was dying, so he gave his life in return for Emilie. (Unrealistic? Emilie (or her sister) is shown in the end, but if that were true and for some reason everyone remembers the past before the wish, Adrian would be freaking out a bit.)

Gabriel wished, knew he was dying, had his reunion, and gave his life for Natalie. This is why they didn’t have him outright say the wish, and instead have Gimmi read his soul. (While this is a little more realistic, after he saw the video, it leaves a lot of plotholes and issue to figure out.)

Gabriel wished for Emilie, and by pure chance, he was the trade. (Also unrealistic?)

It really depends, Natalie is seen at the end, much more healthy than previously, sitting next to either Emilie or Amelie. If it’s Emilie then there’s a whole issue, because the characters shown still had a memory of the world before? People would notice she’s there, while in comparison, a lot of people didn’t know Natalie was sick.

The end just, ticked me off. Five seasons, the emotional heartache we went thru believing that Gabriel would ruin the whole world, just for something so…anticlimactic? I know they’ve been building up Lyla as a villain much more recently, but completely killing off Gabriel takes out so much conflict out of the still-ongoing show. It’s an event we never thought would actually happen. We were built up to believe everyone and everything in the show would be gone, and that’s why it couldn’t happen. That yes, Gabriel knew the wish would destroy the world, but that he would give the entire universe for his Love, and his son to have his mom again. That’s what made it SAD and ROMANTIC and THEY THREW IT OUT???? Instead we get the same world, where everything kept going on. The destruction from the battle was fixed, Ms. Bustier won the election and changed a lot around Paris. The kids are all hanging out summer-style, Luka gets to stay in Paris (yes!) Adrian and Marinette get their kiss, and everything is good. I believed it was explained to Paris that, Ladybug and Gabriel Agreste worked together to defeat Monarch, and Gabriel died in battle? And yet in this last scene there’s little to no mourning or confused feelings from Adrian. He has the ring scene, but besides that: his father whom he recently has come to hate, because he started to see just how selfish he was to his mission in Paris, was actually cool and killed supervillain so it’s okay. LIKE- YOU CANT JUST DO THAT.

Marinette still remembers what happened, everyone remembers the day before the present. Everyone remembers their Kwamis and their powers. Lyla still had the butterfly miraculous. Ladybug and Cat Noir are…still needed? For something at the end? Is this the bad alternate reality where they defeated Monarch, so they went into retirement and had the ugliest children known to man? ITS JUST CONFUSING.

If we knew that Gabriel’s wish would just sacrifice one thing, we would have been fine with him wishing long ago because we didn’t have empathy for him yet. However, our explanation was Red pen, Blue pen. Not Red beans in exchange for Green Strawberries. Gabriels now death leaves too many open holes.

Is Alliance not a thing now? Is Tsurugi-San off the hook? Does she know what happened? Marinette knows Adrian is a sentimonster now, and in turn, SHOULD HE EVEN BE ALIVE RN? There’s a lot of rules for sentimonsters, but with what’s all happened I’m suprised Adrian still exists? Is Lyla just going to take over as Hawkmoth-Lyla? Is she going to have some big ol wish now, because we as the fandom had too much empathy for Gabriel?

It’s confusing, it’s also 8 am. So I’m going to eat and reread everything I just wrote to try and process. Have a good day everyone and PLEASE Use this to have a discussion on the episodes cause I’d like everything to be a little clearer. Thank you!

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupen chang #miraculous #miraculous finale #recreation #mlb #cat noir #ladybug #gabriel agreste #spoilers #miraculous spoilers #miraculous memes #miraculous fandom #emilie agreste #mlb marinette #adrian agreste #show discussion

[mobolanz]

AOT OC Show and Tell Days - Day 1: basic introductions

Name: Evelyn Marianne Auroré

Gender: Female

Age in setting: not thought out yet since I'm contemplating if to age up the characters for the storyline actually considering I'm finally laying it out (most likely yes) but I'm not sure on how many years. 🤧

Suggestions welcome 😵‍💫

Bold all of the following that apply to your OC!

Context: Canon Setting | Modern AU | Other AU

What niche does your OC serve for you?:

Self-insert | Completely original character | Self-shipping (in the projecting sense xD) | Roleplaying | Writing fics | Creating art | Only the scenarios and adventures that I imagine inside my head and share with no one! get fucked I ain't creating shit | Something else

A Bit More:

If your character is in the AOT canon setting, what's their allegiance?

Survey Corps | Military Police | Marleyan | Warriors | etc.

Do you ship your character with a canon character? If so, who?

She understands my Reiner love almost better than I do oml 🤧🤧🤧

Do you have any cute art or picrews of them together? Let's see one:

Not pictured is a light brushing with a surprising delicacy of her bangs to the side as he bends a bit to kiss her tenderly on the forehead no I totally didn't come up with this while typing wdym 🤭🤧(⁠◡⁠ ⁠ω⁠ ⁠◡⁠)✨✨✨

Obligatory fake screencap to give her a clearer image in my head for the scenarios since my choice to redesign her came during lasting artblock aofjakkfkakf

I'm planning to make another one for WIT's style based on something I'll mention later in the post!😆😆

For most part here's a rought draft . But also considering her design is for s4 I might create a special pre-timeskip look for that since it's set there.

Character Creation:

How long have you actively been developing your OC?:

As an Aot oc? March 2022. As an overall character? … took a good while since August 2019, jumped between… *counts fingers* 5 different fanbases, nothing came of any of these, all her ships were one dimensional unconvincing shallow and dull. Yet when I tried here, a wave of inspiration hit me like a comet D: 💫

Her hair was fucking blue aodjqidjakdjajkw

Is there any significance behind your OCs name?:

Glad you asked! :D I have this reaching and overextensive research for the meaning & how it ties to the whole character story&arc

Evelyn (driven from Eve,if I added the meta behind this it'd reach the tumblr word limit if there is any) : desired (ahhh ahaah…(⁠〒⁠﹏⁠〒⁠). Also has some fairytale motif not as deep but alfjakdka.) , life (self explanatory :"). )

Marianne: (driven from Maria, also actually what my own name & my 2nd favourite oc's name is driven from🤭)- star, grace. I mostly only added it after making her an aot oc, but a middle name would be a fancy addition right? :D😆😆

Auroré - driven from aurora meaning dawn(& familial ties with another oc of mine themed after Northern lights).

Plus.... fitting for her hair color.! :D

Combine her first and last name and it's sounding like: life's (graceful) dawn.

Which has a coincidental similarly to the last episode of s4 part 2 (the dawn of humanity)

If your OCs appearance is based on yours, do they have any different features?:

No not really, I just unironically want this look and think it's gorgeous. Blood-red hair and everything (⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧

Is there anything you want to try doing with your OC that you haven't yet? (ex RPing, art, fics, etc):

I'm actually finally writing the full first meeting oneshot nowadays! As of now it was just brain-dump scenarios connecting (somehow that alone ended up being 2k wth) xD. I've also been more openly brainstorming about it so I'm opening up to questions!:D

Also on an art note, I actually kept on the side a DIY nendoroid figure I'm planning to turn into her 😆😆😆

For him <3

#aot oc #my art #evelyncore #mai thoughts #oc x canon #picrew #tagged #mai writes #reinelyncore

[anonymousewrites]

Curse to My Heart Prologue

Author's Note: Welcome to the Maleficent/Sleeping Beauty AU Loki x Reader.

This post is just a fun Thanksgiving treat, but don't worry, you'll get another update tomorrow. Please enjoy, and be gentle with my writing since it's the first time I've written a story completely from my head.

-Mouse

Prologue: At the Celebration

            In a faraway land, long ago, lived King Quentin Beck and his Queen.

            After their marriage, a son was born, who they named Peter.

            Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the Kingdom to celebrate Peter’s birth, and all the nobles and peasants alike were invited to welcome the infant prince into the world.

            And our story begins on that most joyful day.

            But we’re not following young Peter’s story, no, we’re following (Y/N), the young worker in the palace. And she has been given the honor (not in her mind) to help watch over the infant prince. She was born into the peasant life, and after her parents’ death in a fire, she had to resign herself to never elevating from her position in life.

            However, she read and learned to work with tools. (Y/N) knew that the minute a better life was open to them, they had to take it. So she diversified her skills as much as possible so any job opportunity that appeared, she could take.

            That leads us to why (Y/N) agreed to help take care of a baby when the King and Queen were busy. She didn’t particularly want to babysit, but her intelligence had been noticed, and it was a chance for a new job. A more important job, with privileges, freedom, (Y/N) wanted.

            So that was why (Y/N) stood with an awkward smile on her face beside the basinet holding Prince Peter while nobles and peasants cooed over him.

(Y/N) smoothed her blue skirt down and made a casual effort to curtsy to each noble. Really, all she wanted was to get out of the itchy “formal” dress she had been given for the occasion.

            Ah, and now the politics begin,she thought as she watched King Quentin greet King Jones-Watson, an old friend and ally.Probably already planning for Princess Michelle and Prince Peter to be a cute little political union.She frowned at the baby.Poor guy.(Y/N) shrugged inwardly.Hey, at least he’ll always be well taken care of. They sighed wistfully.I’d marry just about anyone to have a comfortable life. Forget love, I’d rather look out for myself.

As she dreamed of being rich and free, a ray of light shone down into the Great Hall as the fairies arrived. This got (Y/N) interested because she found magic interesting unlike a lot of the other going-ons at the castle.

“Their most honored and exalted excellencies, the three good fairies!” announced the herald, Happy. “Mister Thor, Mister Banner, and Miss Valkyrie!”

The trio of fairies flew up to King Quentin and the Queen and gave gracious bows to their rulers before crowding around the basinet to see Prince Peter. From up close, (Y/N) admired the traces of magic left behind them as they moved, small blurs of purple, white, and red light that she couldn’t help but admire.

            Thor cleared his throat and returned to standing in front of the King and Queen. “Your majesties,” he said. “Each of us may bless the child with a single gift, no more, no less.” He cleared his throat and pulled out his red, white, and blue wand. “Little prince, my gift shall be the gift of courage. May you find strength in every adversity and challenged you face.” The magic burst from Thor’s wand and descended on Peter, who cooed excitedly.

            Bruce Banner walked up next. “My gift shall be the gift of intelligence. May you never find a problem you cannot find a solution to.” He waved his wand, and purple shimmers of light swirled around Peter.

            Valkyrie stepped up the basinet and held up her wand, preparing to speak, but all of a sudden, the doors of the Great Hall banged open as a freezing wind blew through. The people gasped and cowered against the current of air threatening to throw them to the floor. The torches blew out, leaving the room in near-darkness until a brilliant green glow overtook the hall. The emerald light grew until it blinded the whole room, and (Y/N) a hand up (futilely) to block the shine.

When it receded, a tall man in green and black clothes stood tall. The wind had made a clearing in the center of the hall, leaving him the main attraction. With a golden scepter in one hand, his emerald eyes surveyed the hall, and he casually swept a piece of his raven hair from his face as if appearing in a flash of, frankly, threatening magic was an everyday occurrence for him.

“It’s Loki,” gasped Banner.

(Y/N) was tempted to step back, away from the infamous dark fairy, but her pure annoyance at her one day to eat, drink, and be merry being ruined made her stand her ground. Plus, she’d be lying if she said she would just abandon Peter. He was just a kid, so (Y/N) wouldn’t blame him and leave him unguarded (Admittedly, though, she couldn’t really do anything against a powerful fairy with magic. She supposed it would have to be the thought that counted).

“What does he want?” muttered Valkyrie.

“Well, quite the grand assembly,” said Loki musingly, smirking as he surveyed the room. His voice was smooth and almost snake-like. In fact, therewasa snake twining around his staff. “Royalty, nobility, the gentry…even the rabble.” He looked condescendingly at (Y/N), a peasant in every sense of the word. She scowled. Loki sighed and stroked the head of the long green snake climbing over him. “I really am quite distressed at not receiving an invitation.”

“You weren’t wanted,” snapped Valkyrie.

Loki raised an eyebrow. “Oh?” He chuckled darkly. “Well, then, I suppose this makes my appearance rather awkward, doesn’t it? I hadhopedit was an innocent oversight.”

“Well, then,” cut in King Quentin. “I’d suggest you leave.” He smiled and tried to remain jovial, but there was an edge of fear in his voice. “Kind of bringing down the energy in the room, you know?”

Loki gave a sharp smirk. “Oh, I understand. I have too grand a presence for these simpletons.”

            More like too big an ego,thought (Y/N).

“And to show that Icompletelyunderstand and bear you no ill will, I’ll just give the childmygift and be on my way,” said Loki.

            Yeah, I don’t buy that, thought (Y/N).

Loki raised his hands dramatically, his green cloak billowing in the air. “Listen well! The prince shall indeed grow in bravery and intelligence, beloved by all who know him.”

“That’s kind of you,” said the Queen cautiously. “Thank you.”

“Yes, thank you, you may take your leave,” said Quentin insistently. He was getting nervous.

Loki gazed at them condescendingly. “Buthow about a little magic? A little spell?” He smirked dangerously. “Or curse?” Green magic exploded out from him and cast the room in a sickly glow. “On the eve of eighteen years from this accursed celebration, the cursed shall prick a finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die!”

The shimmers of green flew towards Peter, and (Y/N) threw out a hand. Quentin and his wife were too far away, but they too moved to protect their son. Or, at least, the Queen did, Quentin shrunk back in fear. The magic sunk into (Y/N)’s skin, the first person it found to bind itself to. But no one noticed. Not the King, not the Queen, not Loki, not even (Y/N).

But (Y/N)didknow she was really annoyed. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Her voice rang out in the silence, and all the attention turned to her. “I mean, seriously, you don’t get invited to a party so you cursed a baby to die? This is why people don’t invite you to things.”

Everyone stared at her in shock. Loki took a step towards (Y/N), who wondered whether or not she had just signed a death warrant. “You dare speak to me in such a manner, girl?”

            Might as well lean into it. I’m already dead at this point.“Yes, I do. You just killed a baby. That gives everyone free reign to think you’re an asshole.”

Loki raised an eyebrow, and he lifted his staff from the ground. (Y/N) braced to be turned into stone or a snake herself, but instead, he smirked. “I suppose you are not…completely incorrect. Very well.” He waved his staff and continued his incantation, which, unbeknownst to anyone, affected (Y/N), not little Peter. “The cursed shall notdiebut fall into a death-like slumberandcan be woken by True Love’s Kiss.” Loki gazed at (Y/N) with a sharp smirk. “There. Now there’s a chance at the poor little prince being saved. Satisfied?”

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow and deadpanned. “Seriously?That’sthe only option other than killing him? The Fae really are petty.”

Loki’s eyes narrowed, and a frost covered the room. “I don’t take well to being insulted. No one does. Why do you humans have wars?”

            Fair enough,thought (Y/N), but they just rolled their eyes.

“Seize him!” cried Quentin to his guards. He had been frozen as Loki deliberated in changing the curse, but as soon as it was clear he was finished, Quentin wanted him to be caught so they could get to destroying the curse.

Loki just laughed as emerald light enveloped him. He disappeared in a magical show of power as the guards tripped over each other trying to catch him. The Great Hall was left dark and cold as a solemn silence spread. The day of celebration had been torn into a day of mourning as everyone gazed at the “cursed” baby boy.

Quentin gazed in fear at his son before turning to the good fairies and the Queen. “We must discuss what we’re going to do.”

“Oh, our poor boy,” murmured the Queen.

            Poor kid.(Y/N) winced.And poor me. I’m out of a very good job seeing as my first night as a glorified babysitter ended in him getting cursed.

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            Hours later, there was a knock on (Y/N)’s servant chamber door. She opened it to find the three good fairies, in veryhumanforms, beside King Quentin and the Queen.

            “Your majesties, my lady, my lords,” said (Y/N), curtsying politely. “How may I help you?”

            “We have made our decision on what to do,” said the Queen.

            “We will be destroying the kingdom’s spinning wheels to remove the temptation of the curse,” said Quentin.

           Are we just going to ignore how easy it would be for a powerful fae to create one?wondered (Y/N).

            “And we will be sending Peter away until he’s eighteen.” The Queen looked down at the boy sleeping in her arms sadly. “I don’t want to miss his childhood, but if taking him away from the palace can keep him safer from the curse, removed from where it was cast and the magic is the strongest, perhaps he will have a chance to avoid it altogether.”

           This makes slightly more sense, I suppose,thought (Y/N).Not that I know much about magic, but I think in the old Greek myths the usual message is that the more you avoid destiny the more prophecies screw you over. But I guess this is the only move they can make. The good fairies have magic, maybe being around their good magic will cancel out Loki’s or diminish it or some shit like that.

            “Of course, your majesty,” said (Y/N), nodding.

            “But the fairies know little about raising a human child,” continued Quentin. “So we’d like you to continue in your job with Peter. You’d help him become educated in human subjects while they provide magical protection.”

            “My king, are you sure I am a good choice? Your son was cursed under my watch,” said (Y/N) hesitantly.

            “You had the guts to speak to Loki and had Peter’s fate changed. We have a chance to save him now, to defeat that monster,” said Quentin. “No one better than that to look after our child.”

           I have to live in the woods with a kid that’s not mine and three fairies that are useless at being human?(Y/N) sighed inwardly.God damn me and my sarcasm.

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            And so (Y/N) became Peter’s caretaker with Valkyrie, Banner, and Thor. As they went to the forest to raise the prince, Quentin and his wife turned to tracking Loki down. Alas, the thorny walls separating the human kingdom and the land of the fae were too dangerous.

            Quentin’s worry grew to madness as he sought to destroy Loki. He abandoned his wife as she fell sick with concern over her son’s fate. He turned his back on her when she died. All Quentin wanted was to beat Loki, make sure he couldn’t ruin the life he had built.

#portal to my heart #loki fic #loki fanfic #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #loki of asgard #au #sleeping beauty #sleeping beauty au #maleficent #maleficent au #disney au #disney #x reader

[santoteez]

Kinktober 2022 - Day One

Genre: Smut

Idol: Vernon of SEVENTEEN

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Semi-public, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, quickie, College!AU, BasketballPlayer!Vernon, Cheerleader!Reader

Y/N climbed out of her driver's seat, duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She pried the university doors open, peering down the halls.

“Where the fuck am I supposed to go?” She whispered to herself. It was the first game of the season, and this was the first time they were up against this school in their own court, so Y/N wasn’t familiar with the building. She sighed as she looked down the empty halls once again. She was about to text the coach when she heard a toilet flush as a door swung open across the hall.

“Anya, thank God,” Y/N said, “I’ve been standing here for like 10 minutes.”

“Hey, girl! Locker room is this way. You would think they would have a security guard at the door to direct the visitors.” The raven-haired girl said, leading Y/N down the hall to a red metal door.

“The door only opens with school IDs, so someone has to let us back in if we have to pee,” Anya said, the banging echoing throughout the building.

Some shuffling was heard, and the door swung open, revealing a half-dressed cheerleader.

“Thanks, Deeana,” Anya said, letting Y/N in first.

“No problem, hey Y/N!” She stretched her arms out.

“Hey, D. I  didn’t see you on campus today.” Y/N embraced the shorter girl.

“You can chat later, ladies. Y/N, let’s get in uniform.” The coach called out from around the corner.

Deeana rolled her eyes, gesturing a gun against her temples before pulling the imaginary trigger. “Let’s catch up later, Y/N.”

Finding a free bench, Y/N set her bag down, removing her sweater and leggings. Pulling her uniform out of her back, she switched into her sports bra and Spanx. Finally, she slid the platinum silver and icy blue top, complete with the Harlequin University Diamonds logo, and pleated skirt over her thick curves. Putting her hair in a half-up/half-down style with a blue and silver bow, she fished out her makeup pouch from her duffel. She kept it light, not in the mood to argue with coach about how her shimmery eyeshadow completed the look.

“Alright girls, huddle up. Coach said. “This is the first game of the season, but you know what you have to do. Let’s show them that the Diamonds are a force to be reckoned with! Make me proud!” She shouted, smiling when cheers and pom poms were heard throughout the room. They all poured out of the locker room, with Coach strategically placing a door stopper to ensure they could re-enter the room.

Cheers from the crowd could be heard as the girls made their way to the sidelines, with a couple being for Y/N and Anya specifically. The two best friends were co-captains of the team and the only juniors, whereas the other girls were all sophomores.

They watched as the home basketball team emerged from the locker room, their cheer team shouting words of encouragement. 

“Cocky, aren’t they?” Deeana said as she watched one of the players from the other team winked at her.

“Just ignore them, don’t react,” Y/N whispered.

“C’mon y’all, here comes our team!” Anya shouted.

“Okay girls, you ready?” Y/N asked, smiling when she heard the collective “YEAH!”

As soon as the players stepped foot on the court, the cheer began:

Damn, it’s cold in here!

Must be that ice in the atmosphere!

Diamonds shining bright

Let’s go boys

Let’s take that win back home tonight!

The cheerleaders quieted down as the crowd continued the cheer.

Anya nudged Y/N. “Here comes lover boy.”

Y/N looked up as she locked eyes with her chestnut-haired boyfriend, Vernon. The couple started dating not too long after school started freshman year. Since then, Vernon had worked his way to team captain, with his best friend Wonwoo as his co-captain.

He winked at Y/N as he took a seat on the bench, leaning over to talk to Wonwoo.

Y/N laughed to herself as she heard the girls in the crowd fawn over her boyfriend. Girls all over campus would die for his attention, but it was no use in hoping. He only had eyes for Y/N.

The girls huddled up again as both teams headed to the locker rooms for halftime.

“Okay, ladies. This school does things a little differently. They choose their halftime performers based on which side of the gym makes the most noise. I know we aren’t used to doing full routines in a gym that isn’t ours, so if we get chosen, Y/N, Anya, and Deeana are our performers. You’re performing your unit routine, got it?” Coach said.

“It’s halftime, folks,” The announcer’s voice blared through the speakers. “It’s time to choose your halftime performers!”

After a screaming match, the announcer declared that the Harlequin Jewels would perform a halftime routine. The three girls made their way to the center of the court, ignoring the shouts of “what about the other girls?” from the opposite side.

The sounds of ‘Conceited’ by Flo Milli filled the court. The three girls performed their routine which was full of powerful, captivating moves and even double the hair flips. The entire court cheered at the end and out of the corner of her eye, Y/N saw Vernon heading back to the locker room he obviously snuck out of. She smiled in his direction, knowing he made it his mission to watch the routines every time, even if the coach got on his case about leaving the locker room.

The second half started shortly after the routine, the Harlequin Diamonds were in the lead by just a few points and were on the offense.

The hoop is open,

The net is hot,

Harlequin Diamonds

Make that shot!

The crowd roared as Vernon zoomed down the court, scoring three points. Promptly, the girls stomped as hard as they could:

Great job Vernon,

Super well done,

Come on, Diamonds

Score another one!

The game ended on time, and the Diamonds won 77-70. The girls piled into the locker room once again, taking turns using the shower stalls before changing into their post-game outfits.

The last of them had just gotten out of the shower when Anya shouted “Guys, Wonwoo said the team is going to a diner nearby to celebrate and they want us there!” 

The girls cheered, excited at the chance to talk to the guys on the team.

Anya nudged Y/N. “You’re coming too, right? Don’t tell me you and Vernon have other plans.” She quipped an eyebrow.

“No other plans that I know of, so I guess we’re going.” She shrugged.

One of the girls scoffed. “Must be nice.”

“Yeah Y/N, you guys were made for each other.”

“They’re gonna get married!”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I think you guys are skipping a few chapters. Let me get a degree first and I’ll think about it, okay?”

The room began to empty as the girls made their way out of the building to get to the diner.

“Come on, Y/N! We’re heading out!” Anya shouted.

“I know! I’m coming!”

“Hurry up before we leave you!” Anya walked off, the door shutting behind her. Y/N shoved her belongings into her bag hastily, zipping it up and slinging it over her shoulder. She had an arm out, ready to push the door open when she was suddenly yanked to the emergency stairwell.

She shouted and flailed until she was spun around and her eyes met those of her boyfriend.

“Jesus, Vernon!” She smacked his arm. 

“Did I scare you?” He asked, laughing.

“What do you think?” She glared.

“Aww, baby. I’m sorry.” He pouted.

“No, you’re not.”

“I mean…A little?” He laughed as Y/N hit him again.

She turned around to leave when he grabbed her hand. “Hold on.”

“Now what?”

“Shhh.”

They watched as the cheer coach walked through the locker room before exiting.

“Is that what you wanted? She’s gone.”

Vernon hummed, pulling her closer. “I have wanted you all night. Can you blame me for wanting a moment alone?”

“What about dinner? We’re the captains, they’re gonna notice we’re not there.” She asked, breath hitching as Vernon peppered kisses along her neck.

“Our co-captains are there. I’d say we have about 15 minutes before anyone notices we’re not there.”

“Oh?” She tilted her head. “And you think you can make me cum in that time?”

Vernon smiled, biting his lip. “Give me 10, baby.”

His lips met hers while his hands wrapped around her waist. His hair tickled her forehead, still wet from the shower he just took.

“Come on, let’s go to the bench.” He said, his voice already huskier than usual.

“What? What if someone comes back?”

“This isn’t our school. None of them have access to the doors from the outside.”

“Okay, what if someone from this school comes in?”

“They won’t. They gave us the locker room for the night. Plus, they lost. I doubt they’re still lingering around.” He said, opening the door and pulling her through the threshold. “Come on, we’re on a timer.”

Chaste kisses were shared as clothing was discarded in haste. Y/N ran her hand through Vernon’s damp locks, his thick cock prodding at her entrance eliciting sharp gasps from both mouths.

“Is this what you wanted, baby? Your pretty girlfriend bouncing on top of you in the middle of the locker room?”

“Hmm, I always want you bouncing on top of me. Anywhere I can get you.” He wrapped his arms around her bare back, pulling her closer. “Watching you dance across the court makes it hard not to imagine being deep inside this pretty pussy.”

“That mouth,” Y/N tsked. “So filthy.”

“You love it when I talk to you like this.” Vernon looked up at her, his eyes two amber pools full of the love he felt for her.

He leaned back to lay against the bench, allowing Y/N to anchor herself with her hands flat on his chest as she kept a steady pace. She gasped as she felt the veins along his shaft graze her walls, his girth stretching her out deliciously. Y/N threw her head back, her heart threatening to leap out of her chest.

Vernon chuckled as she whimpered when the tip of his cock hit that spot deep inside that made silence an impossible feat. “I think being in public turns my baby on. Hm? Am I right? Are you getting off at the idea of someone knocking on that door?”

Y/N smirked. “Maybe.”

“Or maybe we should get caught. Let all those losers on the other team watch how I fuck you. Show them that your dance routines are the farthest they’ll get with you.”

“Is that jealousy I hear?” Y/N asked between heavy pants, her pace faltering.

“Maybe. Should I be jealous?” Vernon reached around her middle, tightening his grip.

“You tell me. Does it feel like you should?” She asked, her wet cunt tightening around his length, signs of her impending orgasm.

Vernon shook her head softly, before planting his feet firmly on the ground and thrusting his hips suddenly. “Thought so.”

Y/N fell forward, the sudden change in pace leaving her winded. She balanced herself on her elbows, their faces inches apart. “Vernon…” She said, breathless.

“I know, baby. Me too.” He returned her tone, planting a sloppy kiss upon her lips. “Do you need me to help you?”

She nodded frantically, the proximity of her orgasm making her delirious.

Vernon moved one of his arms from her waist and slid it between their bodies, his calloused fingers dutifully rubbing circles on her clit. “That’s it, baby. Just cum for me.”

Giving into pleasure, Y/N collapsed onto his chest, whimpers and trembling thighs left as remnants of her climax.

“Just hang in there for a little while longer, baby.” Vernon took a quick glance at his watch. “I’m almost there.”

Y/N squirmed slightly, overstimulated as her boyfriend approached his own orgasm. She let out a silent prayer when his hips suddenly stilled and he gasped.

“Hmm, I love you.” He said, his hands rubbing firm circles on her hips.

“I love you too, but we really need to get out of here,” Y/N said, groaning as she removed herself from his length.

“Relax, baby. After all, we still have time.” Vernon gestured at the clock.

Y/N turned back to Vernon, who was calmly getting dressed. “9 minutes? How did I cum so quick?” She asked, mouth agape.

“I don’t know, man. I guess I’m just that good.” Vernon shrugged, laughing when Y/N’s palm collided with his broad shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go eat.”

Vernon parked Y/N’s car in the diner lot before the couple headed in, hand in hand.

“Our star player and head cheerleader, fashionably late as always!” Wonwoo shouted and cheers erupted from the nearby tables. Wonwoo left Anya’s side momentarily to hand Vernon a drink. Y/N took the opportunity to slide into his seat.

Anya checked the time. “You’re 25 minutes late.”

“I can count, Anya.”

“Campus is a 5-minute drive away.” She continued, making the calculations in her head. “Hmm. Couldn’t wait until we got back to the dorms, huh?” 

Y/N groaned. “Of course you would notice.”

“How could I not? You took an extra 20 minutes to get here.” She shook her head. “The lack of decorum.”

Y/N scoffed. “Like you wouldn’t do it if Wonwoo had the same idea?”

Anya glanced at her friend, taking a sip of her drink in response.

Y/N laughed, looking across the room at her boyfriend downing a round of shots with his best friend.

“Next time he asks, I just might do it again.”

#seventeen smut #svt smut #vernon smut #seventeen fic #kpop #kpop smut #kinktober