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hobbitsnapes · 3 years

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YOU GUYS ARE DATING

Corpse x MGK!sister reader

(Found this image on Pinterest so all credit goes to artist, if you know who it is please comment below so I can credit them)

A/N: this was requested by @heyitssab

Tree is tall of sex in this, but it’s more in a joking matter, plus corpse has stated he doesn’t mind as long as you are not a minor or send or tag him. I’m literally 2 years younger than him, and have no intentions of ever tagging him or sending him any of my work XD

Summary: how many idiots does it take to tell the brother and friend they’re dating? Apparently takes 2 very forgetful people, who kept their relationship secret without knowing it.

It had just been by chance, a small chance that he had been scrolling through his tags. liking and reposting art, when he saw a tag from someone he followed. He wrecked his brain for when he had followed her, coming up empty. She was cute, no denying the beauty she had as she laughed in the video. It was a clip from a stream that he didn’t know she had, as he couldn’t even remember her name, wearing his merch as it fit her snug. It fit her perfectly in fact, the large hood covering her face, hiding the flush to her face from her rather large chuckles that left her body. He couldn’t help but like the photo, and he couldn’t help but to press message either.

It was first only small likes to posts, an Occasional message, and a view on their livestreams, but that all changed when he spoke of the song he was working on with her older brother.

It all started that night, when both lay in their beds as they talked, laughed, and felt their hearts flutter each time they heard one another speak.

Her phone rang violently in her bag, nearly making her drop the to go bag all over the ground as she walked. “Hello?” She asked, as she held both bags with her hands as her shoulder gripped the phone as if it’d fall down a cliff. “Hey bug!” He exclaimed, making her chuckle as she heard the booming sound of his voice. She had always detested the nickname, as he gave it to her as kids due to her horrendous fear of the creatures. But, it brought more joy to her, as it reminded her of their youth. Having been adults for years, it was fun to hear such a childish name that’s stuck.

“Hey mopey.” She chuckled, as that was the name she gave him when he was in his emo phase that he never outgrew.

Both talked as she walked towards the elevator, mainly about how his day had gone as she silently listened.

She had always been this way, always the shyer of the two, the one to listen to others first before she said a word. He had teased her for it most of their childhood and teen life, but he had grown to love it, as he could let loose or rant to her about anything, and he knew she’d be there just to listen to him.

“So what’re you doing right now?” He asked, as she got into the elevator. “Just grabbed some dinner a few minutes before you called and nearly made me shit.” A smile painted on her face at his boisterous laughter.

“Are you at home?” He asked, as he heard the sound of the elevator beeping in the background. “No, I’m spending the night with my boyfriend.”

She had mentioned about a month prior that she was seeing someone, the joy it brought him to hear the excitement and joy in her tone as she gushed about their first date.

If this was 7 or 8 years prior, he would be bombarding her with questions about the man, who he was, where he lived, where he could meet him to find his intentions with his baby sister. But, in the last few years, he found himself feeling calmer whenever she’d mentioned her love life. He knew she was smart, and would never date a man who treated her poorly. The few breakups she had, they always ended amicably, her head still high as she told him. So, he never asked her any questions about the man, as he could tell from the few times she mentioned him, he could feel the love this man had for her, and Vice versa.

The strong barreling of her phone alerted them awake, both groaning out as she reached for her phone without lifting her head from his shoulder. “Hello?” She mumbled, voice slurred as the saliva was thick in her mouth, barely awake as she fought to listen in on who dares to wake them up.

“Hey!” He exclaimed, making her equally exhausted lover groan. She shifted off of him, laying on her back as he turned away from her, as to hopefully shut his eyes and fall back asleep. She was used to her brother's large voice, as it hardly phased her after growing up with him. “Colson, why are you calling me this ungodly hour?” “Oh come on, it’s not that early.” “Col its-“ She pulled her phone from her ear, eyes shutting violently as the bright light blinded her “5 o’clock in the morning. So again, I’m going to ask you, why did you call me at the asscrack of dawn?” “You don’t remember?” He asked, making her irritation grow. “No, that’s why I’m asking.” She says, as she rubbed her sleep crusted eyes. “You were coming up today to hang out with casie, remember?” Her hand stopped rubbing her face, as she felt her heart stop momentarily. “Wait, you mean today? I thought I was coming Friday?” “No, both of you settled on today, remember I told you that’s perfect because I have a day off?” She felt her heart pain as she heard the sadness in his tone, knowing he’s expecting her to bail. “Yeah sorry, I thought you meant Friday so I mixed it up, let me get ready and I’ll be out the door okay? Love you” she said, as she hung up the line.

Before she could even move, she felt his arm wrap around her body. A tired groan leaving his lips. “Nooo stayyyy.” He groaned, pulling her body to his. She smiled as she looked down at him, wrapping her arm on his chest and the other behind his neck. “I wish I could live, but I can’t.” Planting a soft kiss against his lips. “Stay in bed for a few more hours, please?” Her heart pulled at his tone, hearing just how tired he was. “I can’t, casies wanted me to come up for weeks now. And it takes a good 3 hours to get there. I wanna spend as much time as I can with them before it gets dark so I can get back safely.” He groaned at this, wrapping his arms around her. “Yeah but it’s only 5, it wouldn’t be safe to drive since we went to bed like, 2 hours ago.” “Yeah, and whos fault was that mister?” She teased, “hmm, sorry but I just couldn’t keep my hands to myself after not seeing you for a few days.” He mused, pulling her body closer to his, planting his lips against hers. A small hum left her lips as he pulled her thigh over his, grabbing the flesh harshly as their lips cascaded together. “Mm, no no no, you’re not gonna convince me to stay here just to go another round.” She said, as she got off from his warm body, throwing his large hoodie over her bare body. “Oh come on babe, are you sure about that?” He said, making her turn around to him. A small gasp left her lips as her eyes took in his milky white complexion. His honey brown eyes looking back at her with a small smile etched onto his face. His hair a tousled mess that resembled a bird's nest, some pieces falling onto his face. “Honey, I’ve been wanting to see my family for weeks now, I see you almost everyday and practically live here. I’ll be back tomorrow so I can grab more clothes from my place okay?” She placed a kiss to his lips, both holding one another in their arms. “I don’t know why you don’t just say fuck that place and just move in.” He mumbled, making her chuckle and heart warm. “Don't you think it’s a little soon though? I mean we’ve only been together a few months love.” “Yeah, but you’ve practically lived here since we got together, you literally just go there to get more clothes that you end up leaving here.” She looked into his eyes as she thought about his words. “Hm, I’ll think about it today okay?” She mused, planting a kiss to his lips. A soft okay leaving him as she got up.

“And babe, remember if you live here, we can have all the sex we want and not have to worry about driving to get one another.” He exclaimed, laughing at the loud honey she screamed from the bathroom.

She couldn’t help but laugh out as she watched, as her niece tried her hardest to braid her fathers grown out hair. It was near impossible not to, as pieces would fall out, resulting in her pulling them harsher, nearly pulling his eyelids back due to the tension from his temples. “Okay okay you’re gonna fuckin scalp me.” He chuckled , as all three bursted out in large laughter.

“So how’s school going this year?” She asked her, as she delicately painted her nails. Both of the girls had found themselves on the floor in front of the nice coffee table, as colson sat and chatted with them. “It’s going really well.” “Oh yeah? Make any new friends?” She teased. “I mean, kinda.” She couldn’t help but hear the wavering in her tone, spotting the faint blush dusting her skin. “Ohh, so there’s a someone eh?” She teased to her, making the preteen hide her face as to conceal the flush. “His names Garrett, and we both take social studies together. He always sits next to me at lunch, and we’ll draw on my notebook.” She gushed, making her smile. “Soo, do you think he likes you?” “I mean, that’s what everyone keeps saying.” “Yeah well don’t worry about it to much cas, you’re not dating anyone for many more years. You’re still a kid.” Her das said, making the young girls face fall.

Y/N knew he was only saying this to protect her, as he said the same thing to her growing up. “Hey, don’t be bummed out about it. He is right, you both are only 12 and should focus on school. But don’t worry, he’ll come around. He was just like that with me up until my current boyfriend.” She whispered, making the young girl chuckle.

“Speaking of which, how are you guys doing?” He asked, as she hadn’t mentioned hun to her in a while. He didn’t think it’d hurt to ask. “Great actually, we’re thinking of moving in together actually.” “That’s great! I’m really happy that y’all met.” “Yeah, I am too.” She hummed, a flush dusting her cheeks.

Both men laughed as they chatted on the phone, talking about anything that would come to mind. What was once only a collaboration for a song, turned into an amazing friendship that caused both of them to call at late hours just to shoot the shit.

A yawn left his lips, as he listened to colson ramble on about another song he was making. “Woah, you tired man?” Colson asked, shocked to hear the sound. “Yeah sorry, was up most of the night last night.” He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “Were you feeling alright?” He asked, worry laced in his tone. He knew all about his friends illnesses, even once being on the other end of the phone during a bad spell one day.” “Oh yeah yeah yeah, was just, up with the misses last night.” He chuckled, a flush blooming on his cheeks. “Ohhh yeah? And how was it?” This shocked him, nearly feeling his heart stop. Like, does he usually know about his sisters sex life? He didn’t think much of it, as he knew just how close both were. “It was absolutely fucking amazing. Like I thought we’d be done for the night, fully tapped out but after like 5 minutes she’d be right back on me for another round.” He chuckled, his flush even worse than before. “Ayyyeee good for you corpse, glad to hear that puss is bussin.” He laughed at this, throwing his head back. “Yeah, it’s bussin bussin.”

Both men talk as they read from their phones, eyes wide in absolute awe of the love they received from the song. They had just dropped it a few days prior, not expecting the cry of joy from both fan bases.

He didn’t even look up from it when she walked in, until she bent down to plant a kiss to his forehead. “Sorry I had completely forgot about the tea I made you an hour ago, but I put it back on the stove to heat it up so if it’s twisting funky just tell me okay?” Before he could even thank her, both their heads whipped towards the loudness from the other line. “Y/N? Is that you? What in the hell are you doing there with corpse!” He didn’t sound angry, more shocked than anything, both of them looking at the phone in confusion. “I, I love here? Remember I told you like a month ago I was moving in with him?” “WHAT!” Both jumped at the loud scream. “Wait so you guys are dating!?” Both we’re even more perplexed, until it dawned on both of them. Their eyes wide as they turned their heads to one another slowly. “Wait you didn’t tell him?” “No? He’s one of your best friends so I thought you did!” “He’s your brother! So I thought you did!” Both whisper, until all three lay silent. That was until, the large cry of laughter that leaves the two, leaving colson even more confused. He wasn’t mad, not at all actually. More shocked and confused than anything. Until he started thinking, it does make sense, all the times they spoke about one another without him knowing, all the times they mentioned-“OH GOD!” He yelled, gagging violently, making them stop their laughing fit. “What's wrong? Why are you yelling?” She asks “like a month ago corpse was talking about how he was tired cause he was up all night having sex AND I HAD NO IDEA HE WAS TALKING ABOUT YOU! OH GOD WAS THAT WHY YOU WERE LIMPING THAT DAY WITH CAS AND I!” Both laugh even harder, as they listen to his ever growing gags.

“So yeah,. That’s literally how we had no idea we were keeping the relationship secret from her brother.” He laughed, as he red the comments and listened to his friends' laughter. She sat beside him, head laying on his shoulder as he told the story. She couldn’t help but to look back up into his eyes, as he glanced down at her, planting a soft kiss to her lips. “Keep it pg guys.” Colson said from the other line, making them chuckle.

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giant-sketches · 3 years

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A Place to Belong

Finally have a nice Short Sides story done for you all to enjoy! This one has been on the back burner for a long time. I believe the prompt for this one came from @iggyalfi2319 like forever ago. XD Disclaimer: Crying/Fighting/Panic

This story includes 2 sketches

Word Count: 2392

Patton was never born to be a warrior. He was big yes, but more of a big sweetheart on the inside. Instead of fighting like the other giants he enjoyed his time outside with the flowers and animals. Violence simply wasn’t part of his inner nature, therefore, he was exiled from his homeland and sent to wonder. Patton didn’t mind though as every new place he explored was an adventure, however it was a lonely one.

A month passed without encountering a single soul, which might be for the best as Pat stood at a towering 200 feet tall. If anyone did see him they would most likely flee in fear. That would be so heartbreaking to witness! Yet, destiny seemed to have other plans when Patton did in fact run into a village that was almost completely secluded inside the forest he had currently been traversing. He hid himself in the shrubbery to watch the tiny people going about their day.

“Oh wow. Look at all of them!” Patton had never seen humans before. His eyes were filled with wonder. However, the shout of a guard who had spotted him through the thicket threw him into a full blown panic! “GIANT!!!”

Oh no! The surprised giant fled for his life, trying his best to not cause the ground to shake. Sure, he was in no real danger, the humans were much smaller than him; however, he didn’t wish to scare them by staying. Eventually, he came to a fluorescent cave, big enough to house him as he caught his breath. I haven’t been followed right? He looked around and sighed after confirming there was no one but him and the flora. What was he to do now though? Patton laid down, curling up on the cool cavern floor whimpering. Those humans looked so scared, even though he was just watching.

His heart ached at the creeping realization that there truly was nowhere he belonged in this world. “Why was I born like this? It’s not fair! I just wanted to be friends and help if I could.” He began to softly sob, unaware that he was being tracked by a mysterious hooded figure.

“He’s taken shelter here it seems.” The skulking figure glided his way into the cavern, not making a sound as the sound of sobbing echoed off the walls. Gingerly, he peeked out from one of the tunnel entrances and saw the giant he had been following on the floor in tears. It was...uncomfortable. Should he reveal himself now, or let the giant get it all out first. The mysterious man was not good with socializing, but he needed to be brave. Taking in a deep breath he took a step out of the shadows and spoke, “H-hello.”

His voice was no louder than a whisper, however Patton heard him clearly as he twisted his body up to a sitting position. The weeping giant stared at the figure, curious as to why they had revealed themselves, but also fearful of their intent. Was this a human from the village? Why were they here and how? Had he been followed and were there more hidden? Pat curled up a bit trying to look smaller, despite his enormous size.

“Ah, wait, i-it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you a-and it’s just me. I promise.” The figure raised his hands to show he was unarmed and took a few steps closer.

“Why are you here then? I-I didn’t mean any harm to the village or the people living there, I swear! I-I just wanted...I didn’t want to be alone any more.” Patton cried out as he pressed his knees to his chest and hugged them.

“I know. With your size you could have done whatever you wanted to us, but instead you ran away. You’re not like other giants are you?”

Patton nodded, starting to calm down and wipe his tears away. “I...I don’t want to hurt others. I just want to help and find some place I can live in peace. So please, please don’t be scared.” He whimpered into his hands.

The hooded figure, now close enough to rest his hand on Pat’s leg. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m not scared. If I was I wouldn’t have followed you here and revealed myself.” Patton giggled a bit, “I suppose that’s true. Still, why are you here little one?” “I wanted to talk to you. I’m also...different.” “Different?” The man hesitated for a moment, but then lowered his hood to reveal a pair of pointed ears, along with his unusual purple locks. Patton’s eyes went wide with how beautiful the stranger was and blushed. “You...are you a half-breed?”

“Yeah, I’m a half-elf to be exact. My appearance is a mix of both and so I’m seen as abnormal among my fellow humans. They aren’t bad people, they just aren’t very open-minded sadly. Usually, I can get by with just wearing this hood to hide my features, but the thing they really can’t stand is my use of mag-”

“YOU CAN USE MAGIC!?” Suddenly, the man had been picked up by Patton and brought closer to his face. Pat, all the while with sparkles in his eyes. The stranger smiled as he made an orb of light appear and float around him. It was the most amazing thing the lonely giant had ever seen. “Wow.”

“I’m Virgil by the way.” “What? Oh you’re name! You can call me Patton.” Virgil blushed, this was nice. Being appreciated for his talent for once.

“It’s nice to meet you Virgil. Thank you for coming here and talking to me. I feel a lot better now.”

“I’m glad. You don’t deserve to be alone like this. I of all people know what that feels like.” His eyes lowered in melancholy thoughts of the past.

A past of losing his parents in the fire, being ostracized by the village, and having to hide his true self. It was painful and many times he thought of running away, but where could he go? Just then Virgil felt a large and soft surface pressed up against him. It was Patton’s finger rubbing up against his side to comfort him. “I can tell you’ve had a hard time, being different from everyone around you.” He went silent in his thoughts, gazing between Virgil in his hands and his current surroundings. “Y-you’re not scared right?” Virgil chuckled, “You’re asking me that now?” “I...just need to be sure.” Patton blushed, feeling embarrassed and closing his eyes. That’s when the sensation of tiny hands wrapping around his thumb made him focus. “Don’t worry. I won’t leave unless you want me to.” Pat’s face must have turned into a tomato as he simply nodded and gently brought his new little friend to his chest for what could only be interpreted as a hug. “Thank you.”

Patton was warm, like really warm as Virgil snuggled into his shirt a bit. The moment was pure bliss as the two felt so at home with one another. Yet, events outside were now coming to end their tender moment together. A large shockwave rumbled from above them.

“W-what was that?!” Pat exclaimed, now guarding Virgil in his hands and crawling out of the cave to take a look. “I don’t know. Do you see anything?” He looked around quickly and froze at what he saw. “The village! It’s being attacked by a dragon!” “WHAT?! Are you kidding me? What is a dragon doing all the way out here?” “I-I don’t know, but we need to do something. There’s no way they have anyone strong enough to fend it off.” “Can you fend it off?” Patton wasn’t sure really. Again, his combat experience was miniscule, but he was still a giant. Even though the dragon was big, he was bigger! “I can try, will you help me?” Virgil smiled, “Of course Patton. What do you need?” What did he need? “Buffs, can you cast any buffs on me?” The tiny sorcerer did know a few spells for buffing, but there was one he found when exploring an abandoned house a long time ago that might be just what they needed right now. “Yeah! You go get it’s attention and all start casting. Drop me off at that cliffside real quick. I have to be able to see you to cast it.” “Alright!”

With a plan in motion, Virgil was left to draw out the casting circle as he watched Patton tackle the monster away from the village, slamming it into the foot of the mountain. He had a good 50 feet on the beast, but the difference in height didn’t scare it away. It could sense how much of an amateur Pat was as it lunged to take a bite. Luckily, Patton was quite agile and could dodge the attacks, for now at least. Each second was a battle of survival. The friendly giant calling out to the cowering people to get to higher ground and keep in groups as they made their way into the forest to hide. Not too far where they couldn’t still watch to see who would be the victor though.

“The circles done! Now to start the chant.” Virgil took his position in the center of the circle and began casting. “Nascuntur, crescunt maior quam. Imbui possent immensa” Three times he said this as a light glow began to cover Patton’s body.

It tingled as he felt more and more power enter into him. It wasn’t long until he noticed he was growing bigger and bigger. He gave a heavy gasp when it was all done and his body relaxed. Patton felt stronger now! Quickly, he looked around to find the dragon...but it was gone?

“Below you!” Came a familiar voice. It was Virgil! What did he mean by below though?

Curious, Pat looked down to find a now very tiny dragon quivering at his feet. What in the world!? Freaked out, Patton tripped over himself and landed on the mountain, taking out half of it with his now enlarged body. He was HUGE! “What? What happened to me?!” He was scared and confused.

“Patton! It’s okay, it’s just the spell. It increased your size and strength by ten fold.” TEN FOLD?!?! Wait...that meant he was ten times his usual size. He gulped, “Then, d-doesn’t that mean I’m now 2000 feet tall?” Virgil went silent, but nodded. Oh boy. Patton turned his attention to the dragon once more. The poor thing was now too terrified to even move. “You poor thing. Hey, it’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.” It was strange looking at the creature in a tender manner now after that fierce battle.

The dragon titled it’s head, but could tell Pat didn’t mean any harm as it bounced up his body and started nuzzling into his neck like a kitten. It was adorable! Still, what was he going to do now? This spell wasn’t permanent was it? In his worrying, the titan hadn’t even noticed the village people returning and coming over to him. Virgil did though, as he hurried over using some wind magic to help him glide down. He landed perfectly on Patton’s knee and took a moment to take the giant’s new size all in. He truly was enormous!

Pat felt something land on him as he looked up to see Virgil sitting on him. “Virgil! Are you alright? I know doing high level spells can tire someone out.” His concern was really cute. “Yeah, I’m alright, but what about you?” “Well...I defeated the dragon, or more so made it my pet I guess.” He giggled, though still uneasy. “Virgil, um, this isn’t permanent is it?”

There was the question he was waiting on, but really didn’t want to answer. “Yes and no. There is a reversal spell, I just don’t know it.” Virgil mumbled out sheepishly. Meanwhile, Patton’s blood ran cold as images of his new reality flashed before his mind. A monster beyond belief! He started to shake and choke on his sobs. In a panic Virgil slid down the giant’s pant leg and started climbing up his shirt.

“Pat, no, please don’t cry. It’s going to be okay I promise. I’m so sorry I did this to you!” He pleaded constantly as he climbed. Patton hiccupped as he wiped his eyes to see his tiny friend’s frantic face. “It’s not your fault. You were just doing what I asked.”

Gently, he pinched Virgil up and placed him on the bridge of his nose. “At least you’re still here with me Virgil. I’m so afraid of never being welcomed anywhere because of my size, but at least I have one person who accepts me.” “That’s right. No matter what size you are, I know you’re a very kind and warm person Patton.”

Virgil leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Patton and began rubbing the bridge of the nose to soothe the giant. Pat blushed and let himself enjoy Virgil’s touch. Then more tiny hands reached out towards him. It was the villagers, petting his hand. “Thank you! Thank you so much for saving us!” “We would have died without your help!” “You’re not hurt anywhere right?” “We’re so sorry for chasing you away before.”

Continued praise and concern left their mouths as they kissed his hand and rubbed it in circling motions. Patton was stunned that they had all come so close to him and even more thanked him for his help. “You all...y-you’re not afraid of me? Even though I’m so much bigger than before?” “Of course not! You're our savior along with Virgil. We know now you never meant us any harm and we apologize greatly for our poor behavior towards you.” “Same with you Virgil. We realize how we’ve been treating you for the past years was unacceptable. Could we start again?”

Virgil huffed a bit, but floated down nonetheless. He looked at the people and their worried faces, but then extended a hand out to them. “If you’re willing to change and accept us both, I suppose I can’t say no.” The villagers rejoiced! They sang and cheered for their heroes! Finally, after his long journey, Patton had somewhere he belonged and someone who loved him.

The End

@thought-u-said-dragon-queen @sanderssidestrash27 @nomynameisanon @crystalk17 @notkolaidoscop

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slylock-syl · 3 years

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It’s Under/Source’s 4th Anniversary!~ And with it I bring more Behind the Scenes fun facts!

Behind the Scenes: Chapter 3 - Encounters!

The ENTIRE time leading up to Maestro's introduction I was paranoid as all hell because I was worried about the response towards him. I was worried about people assuming the story would be dominated and ruled by "Sans-derived" characters and start judging the comic solely on that.

The art style, again, changed, specifically in terms of the Twins, and I have no idea why. X'D Repetition probably.

I don't address, use, or name any of the characters in my story with the suffix, i.e. "!Sans" or "!Papyrus", intentionally. I give them a name and leave it at that, as I've generally done with all the main cast. This is my way of attempting to avoid confusion and somewhat "disconnect" them from the original source material as they are essentially able to function as a standalone.

Maestro is called Maestro because that's a title given to distinguished musicians, and Necros is not good with naming. Therefore, he suggested literally the first thing that came to his mind, also so he could say "Take it away, Maestro!"

The decision to give Maestro a hood was literally last minute. It substituted the idea of using the fluff to obscure his face because the fluff idea sounded silly. Though he would've look incredibly floofy.

• The ability Maestro used on Necros to disorient and knock him out is called "Resonare", it's Latin for 'echo'.

The original end date for chapter 3 was supposed to be somewhere in April of that year, at best early April and at worst late. But due to classes (and my general lack of motivation X'D), it didn't end until a month later.

The day chapter 3 ended was the day I graduated from college!~ I finally had my first true break from everything the following week, (as there is a one week break between chapters).

The Hacker's emotional outburst was one of my favorite sections to write, because it finally gave them some actual character development!~ I never wanted them to be a flat character of "I'm going to do whatever I want because I can" type of "villain". On the contrary, they do in fact have their reasons for doing what they do.

The fight scene underwent decent rewriting, I changed it up from Necros just dodging a bunch to him deflecting attacks. I realized I never actually gave him an offensive weapon unique to him, and in the end he technically still doesn't, it’s more of a unique ability. I really liked the idea of him fighting with various weapons, so I went with that section of the original notes.

Necros is basically just a magical 3D printer. XD

Backgrounds are pain, the entire Judgement Hall section was literally dubbed "Judgement Hell" X'D

About a bit over halfway through this chapter I decided to start making speed draws. Some had asked to see my process and I thought it was a good idea for more behind-the-scenes content.~ ^_^

#UnderSource #Behind the Scenes #Under/Source #been a while since I looked back at these #my own blast from the past lol

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carewyncromwell · 3 years

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The next Cinderella AU part is here...and I am so thrilled about this part, because not only do we get a new character (who I’m quite sure you can identify from the sketch above -- only my second time drawing him ever, and I’m actually pretty happy with it!), but we’ll also get a nice serving of drama! Goodie!!

Robin Hood as a legendary figure first originated through the oral tradition, so its history is a little hard to plot out, but his first reference in writing is a ballad from the 15th century. Although our modern image of Robin Hood is that of a chaotic good heroic figure, his original incarnation was decidedly less saintly -- he was a bandit, and although he did refrain from stealing from women, he was rather violent, reckless, and hot-tempered, as well as flagrantly against both clerics and all nobility. Robin Hood’s backstory of being a disgraced nobleman who turned outlaw after losing his title and land and who remains loyal to the “good king” Richard while opposing the unlawful regent Prince John was added later, presumably to make him a bit more “approachable” to an Elizabethan audience who was more accustomed to hearing tales about nobility (just look at a lot of Shakespeare’s plays from that period -- many of them center around royalty or the upper class). Plays about or referencing Robin Hood then increased in popularity on the British Isles throughout the 16th and early 17th century, until the rise of Puritanism in the 1640′s put a halt to theatrical productions. (Bloody kill-joys.) For more information on the history of Robin Hood’s development, I strongly recommend this analysis done by Overly Sarcastic Productions (...actually, just watch everything on their channel, it’s all great XD).

Previous part is here -- whole tag is here -- Katriona “KC” Cassiopeia belongs to @kc-needs-coffee -- and I hope you enjoy!

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Carewyn had a lot of trouble returning to her daily routine at the palace the following morning. Getting so close to the border with Orion and hearing about how much scarier it was likely to get on the battlefield made her all the more worried for Jacob’s well-being. Even if the spell Charles Cromwell had paid for nine years ago made it so that Jacob would stay alive as long as he willed it, Carewyn dreaded the thought of what harm, physical and emotional, that Jacob might face. If she only had some idea which battalion he was a part of and where on the front he’d be, then she could always just try to send a letter his way...maybe even ask Orion to drop it off to the camp for her, since his father was an officer. But Carewyn had combed every military roster she could get her hands on, but hadn’t been able to find a single record of Jacob anywhere.

‘He must be under another name,’ Carewyn told herself.

It wouldn’t be too unreasonable that Charles wouldn’t want Jacob to advance in the ranks on the back of their family name. And really, Carewyn knew full well how displeased her grandfather would be if he found out she was trying to reach out to her brother without his approval -- he could’ve even forced Jacob to take on another name, just to try to make it that bit harder for Carewyn to contact him without his approval...

Carewyn’s friends noticed a rather abrupt shift in her mood. She was singing as always, but her choices were a bit less upbeat and her voice sounded oddly distracted and nostalgic. At one point, Andre mentioned offhandedly that he’d been designing themed outfits for his friends to wear to his mother’s New Year Eve’s Masque Ball, but Carewyn had trouble putting much attention on it.

“I’ve already finished some ‘owl wings’ on a cape for KC and a fur-trimmed wolf mask and gown for Erika...I was thinking perhaps a stag for Bill, a dragon for Charlie, and a lioness for Ginny? I considered a horse at first, but I think a pale gold would make her just glow, don’t you think? Yours I’m most excited for, though...I’m hoping to actually make your newest pair of shoes with fabric on the inside for comfort and diamond on the outside for sturdiness, if I can manage it!”

“Mm...that sounds great,” said Carewyn absently.

Her gaze was drawn out the nearest window, as far out as she could.

“...Andre,” she said slowly, “I realize this is very last minute, but...may I have this afternoon off, to go see my family?”

Andre blinked. “Is something the matter?”

“Oh no, no,” Carewyn lied with as pretty and reassuring of a smile as she could. “It’s just...well, it’s nearly Tristan’s birthday. My uncle keeps him very close to home, compared to my other cousins...I merely thought I might stop by and bake him a little something, as a surprise.”

Andre frowned slightly. “You...get along better with your uncle and his son than with Iris, then?”

“No, but Tristan is only a boy. It’s hard to hold any bad behavior against him. And well, maybe if he and the others don’t know I made it, he’ll enjoy it better.”

Carewyn could see Andre still looked confused and a little dismayed, so she quickly added, “I’ll be back by tomorrow morning, in time for my rounds. I won’t allow it to interrupt my duties.”

Andre offered a hesitant smile. “Well, all right...if it really means that much to you.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened. “Thank you, Andre -- I really appreciate it.”

Fortunately for Carewyn, Andre wasn’t the best at picking up on other people’s pretenses. Unfortunately for Carewyn, two of his most regular confidantes were his cousin KC and fencing instructor Erika, and they did pick up on Carewyn’s odd behavior.

“She said she wanted to surprise her cousin with something for his birthday?” asked KC, frowning deeply.

“Well, yeah,” said Andre. “I admit, it seemed a little weird to do something so nice without even wanting credit, but Carewyn is an awfully selfless sort. From the way she made it sound, she just wanted to do something nice for him.”

“And you believed her?” said Erika rather coldly.

She whacked Andre’s practice sword out of his hand with her own, making the Crown Prince hiss in pain.

“I’ve told you before, Prince Henri -- you all may think Carewyn Cromwell’s nothing like her family, but that’s absolute bunk. She might be more pleasant than them, but she’s not stupid and she’s not honest. Or did you not notice that that weird guy she hangs out with keeps calling her ‘his lady,’ as if she weren’t the penniless orphan of a deadbeat merchant?”

Erika picked up Andre’s sword and tossed it back to him with ease.

“Then of course that guy himself is shady as all get out.”

Andre frowned. “You mean Orion? Come on, Erika, he isn’t that bad -- I thought he seemed quite amiable, myself. Don’t you agree, KC?”

“He is,” said KC fairly. “But Erika isn’t completely off-base. There is a lot about Orion that we don’t know -- that even Carewyn herself doesn’t know. She admitted as much to me, after I first met him. That being said,” she raised her own sword and got into position to attack Andre, “I don’t think Orion’s a threat. You would think anyone with the ability to sneak over the palace walls not once but twice would’ve tried to make some move to attack you by now, but he’s only ever come looking for Carewyn. And although I don’t completely understand the reason behind why she’s acting like a lady around him,” she shot Erika a faintly reproachful look as she and Andre traded blows, “I’m pretty sure it has more to do with her own insecurities than because she’s a terrible person -- ow! Damn it!”

Andre had successfully disarmed KC.

“Insecurities?” he said, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. “What is there for her to be insecure about? I mean, yes, she has no dowry, and taking Orion’s wardrobe into account, I’d suppose he has to come from a family with modest wealth -- but Orion seemed to enjoy the Weasleys’ company quite well, and their family is poor. I think they’d make a lovely match, really,” he added with a rather smug grin. “They even matched at the Festival, without realizing it.”

KC massaged her wrist, frowning a bit sourly. “Yes...but Carewyn is solely under Lord Cromwell’s charge. He’s the one who sent her here. He’s the only guardian she really has. And I think it’s quite clear how much influence he has over his family -- even his daughters who married into other esteemed families still live at his estate with their husbands and children, rather than moving out onto their own estates. And in Carewyn’s case, she doesn’t even have a parent to help shield her from Lord Cromwell’s will. She doesn’t have a penny to her name. So that means, in effect, she’s chained to him, and in those circumstances...well...”

She hesitated.

"Well what?” Andre prompted her.

KC looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“I didn’t want to say anything before without knowing for sure...but I think someone’s been looking at our military ledgers, documenting troop placements. Everything’s neatly put away the way they should be, but there are more fingerprints on them than before. And usually I’m the only one who has much use to look those up, whenever I’m ready to suggest a new war strategy...”

Erika’s eyes narrowed very sharply and she got right up into KC’s space. “And you’re only just saying this now?! That information could be critical to Royaume’s enemies! What if that guy Orion sneaked in not just to see Cromwell, but to get his hands on those? Or what if it was Cromwell herself, working in collusion with him?”

“Impossible,” Andre said forcefully. “Carewyn would never be a spy for the enemy -- it’s not in her character.”

“And I don’t think Orion would know where those documents would be, even if he did sneak in,” said KC.

Erika, however, looked unconvinced as she made for the door. “You can coddle those two all you want, but I plan to tell the King and Queen -- they’ll want to interrogate Cromwell and this ‘Orion Freeman’...”

“Erika, belay that!” Andre said in a suddenly much sharper and more authoritative voice. “That’s an order.”

Once Erika had stopped walking and turned back around, the Crown Prince exhaled heavily and crossed his arms in a business-like manner.

“I’ll get to the bottom of this,” he said firmly. “If Carewyn is heading to the Cromwell estate, she’ll have to take the road through town, correct? I’ll simply take a horse and follow the road after her.”

Erika and KC looked startled.

“Uh, Andre,” said KC, “you haven’t forgotten that you’re not allowed to leave the palace, have you?”

Andre smirked. “No. I’m just sneaking out.”

Before Erika and KC could articulate an argument, he added in a much sassier voice, “Look, I’m doing it whether you come with me or not. I’d appreciate the company if you want to come along -- all I expect is that you’ll dress appropriately. I hear linens and cottons are fashionable for those who don’t wish to attract attention.”

And so Andre, KC, and Erika made preparations to follow Carewyn...completely unaware that a half-hour earlier, Bill and Charlie Weasley had -- after having a similar, but much more concerned conversation with Badeea Ali about Carewyn clearly lying to Andre’s face -- decided to take their horses and tail their friend themselves. And sure enough, the two eldest Weasleys soon enough found themselves following Carewyn on the road heading northeast, avoiding the Cromwell estate all together.

At the very same time, in Florence, Orion had finalized his plan. Today was the day he was going to request a formal audience with Prince Henri, as Prince Cosimo VII. As Carewyn had said, he’d need to act fast if he was going to stop his father from finding a way to complete his own ruthless strategy -- the battlefield itself would be a difficult place for Orion to make his case, with so many distractions, but he knew a more balanced, peaceful setting wouldn’t be. And so he wrote a long letter to the King, explaining everything that he had learned from Royaume and its people as well as Florence’s own, so as to make a case for peace. He then had the court magician Severus Snape deliver it to the Florentine camp in his stead, while he dressed in his finest and prepared to leave for Royaume.

When he made as if to take his own horse, however, Orion found Skye and McNully waiting for him, a black coach already prepared.

“If you’re planning on going to meet Prince Henri, you really should arrive in style,” said McNully with a wry smile. “A good first impression to the King and Queen would help your case by a good 45%.”

“And you have to know there’s no way in Hell we’re going to let you go out and expose your true identity to the enemy without back-up,” Skye added, her arms crossed over her chest. “

Orion’s black eyes softened. “...Thank you.”

As he climbed into the carriage, both McNully and Skye’s faces nonetheless betrayed some hesitation.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” McNully asked. “There’s a 74% chance they’ll respond badly to it -- I reckon there’s a 39.5% chance they’ll try to arrest you on the spot and hold you as a prisoner of war...”

“I carry no weapons with me, and I come with the explicit purpose of diplomacy,” said Orion levelly. “Therefore I’m not an enemy combatant. As long as I follow their direction while under their roof, then any harm they might do me would be violating the conventions of war...and the Royaumanians, for all of their flaws, do have honor.”

“One could make a case for you having been involved in espionage, though,” McNully pointed out, but Orion ignored him and settled down in the carriage, crossing his legs offhandedly.

“What about Lady Cromwell?” said Skye, her voice a bit lower and more concerned. “She’ll find out you’re a Florentine. And not just any Florentine, the Prince of Florence.”

Something sad flickered through Orion’s confident, unflappable expression.

“She was going to learn the truth sooner or later,” he murmured. “If our time together has come to an end...then at least I may have the memories to hold onto...and the knowledge that by ending this War peacefully, I may have spared her of more heartache.”

He closed his eyes and began to meditate, clearly having said his piece on the matter. Skye and McNully, however, couldn’t help but exchange a look that was both anxious and very sad.

As long as they’d known Orion, he’d always been a little reckless, but he was also passive and avoided direct confrontation. This plan to directly appeal to Royaume’s royal family, however, required a lot of guts -- far more than either of them had thought Orion possessed. And they knew such courage could only have been encouraged by one person...the very same person who Orion loved so much that he would choose to follow her example and protect what she loved, even if it meant destroying their relationship forever.

Orion meditated during most of the journey to the Royaumanian palace. It was merely fortunate that, as they approached, McNully broke him out of his trance by tapping him on the shoulder and pointing out the window. If he hadn’t, then Orion would not have seen a rather familiar trio of riders on horseback, riding through town past them -- a short, stocky lady with dark red hair and freckles; a very tall blonde with a square jaw and sharp eyes; and a very handsome dark-skinned man dressed in a purple tunic, emerald green pants, and gold-buckled black boots.

“Stop the carriage!” said Orion, his soft, level voice nonetheless very firm despite not rising in volume.

He barely waited for the carriage to completely stop before slamming the door open and jumping out.

“Andre! KC!”

Andre, KC, and Erika all stopped their horses in an abrupt halt and turned around as Orion dashed up to them.

“Orion?” said Andre, startled.

KC looked from the rather finely dressed Orion to the expensive-looking black coach behind him and back. Erika’s eyes narrowed critically upon Orion as he came to a stop in front of them, his hands clasping in front of him.

“I...had not expected to see you out and about,” said Orion, trying to put on his most pleasant, calm expression.

Andre glanced over his shoulder up the road, frowning deeply. “Yes, well...some business has come up.”

“Orion, have you seen Carewyn?” KC asked him, her face very serious.

Orion blinked.

“Not since last night,” he said. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster. “Why? Is something wrong?”

“Never you mind,” barked Erika, as she turned back to the road. “Come on, we don’t want to lose the trail -- ”

“Erika,” reproached Andre, before he turned back to Orion, his face visibly concerned. “...Carewyn asked for the afternoon off to go see her family, but it was very last minute, which isn’t like her. And according to what we’ve heard in town, there’s been no traffic down the road toward the Cromwell estate in the last four hours...”

“So Carewyn had to have been lying about where she was going,” finished KC, her face much more stoic but her voice no less tense. “We need to find her and figure out why.”

Orion’s eyebrows had furrowed over his widening black eyes. His heartbeat was slamming in his ears as the memory of Carewyn in the woods returned to him -- looking northward, toward the army camps, as if longing to run toward them --

“I know where she’s gone,” he said at once.

He rushed back to the coach, grabbing onto the window frame and standing on the boot of the carriage.

“To the northern border,” he urged Skye, who sat in the driver’s seat. “Quickly!”

“The border?” repeated Skye as a sharp whisper. “But Orion, your meeting with the Prince -- ”

“Can come later,” Orion told her very firmly under his breath. “Both he and I must get to the war front.”

He shot a significant look over his shoulder in Andre’s direction. McNully, putting two-and-two together, nodded and inched himself up to the window of the carriage.

“If you tie one or more of your horses to the carriage, we should decrease our travel time by a good 21% per horse,” he told Erika, KC, and Andre. “If Carewyn left an hour ago, then with one horse, we should be able to overtake her within an half-hour -- two, within twenty minutes, and three, within ten. Though with Orion on the boot, there’s a 12% chance he’ll fall off if we ride at full speed, so we might have to go at 95% instead -- ”

KC fixed the blond-haired man with an incredulous look as she leapt off her horse.

“Are you really calculating all that on the fly,” she asked, looking as if she wasn’t sure whether to be impressed or amused, “or are you just pulling those numbers out of fat air?”

McNully couldn’t help but grin. “Excellent! Now I can officially say that I’ve been asked that question over a hundred times before.”

Still looking faintly bewildered, KC moved to help Andre, who’d quickly started attaching his, Erika’s, and her horse’s to the front of the carriage with the two black ones already pulling it, ignoring Erika’s incredibly sour and distrustful expression. There was no time to lose.

From the boot of the carriage, Orion directed Skye down the same road he’d taken with Carewyn the previous night, Andre, Erika, and KC riding with McNully inside the coach. Once they’d reached the forest, Orion caught sight of a familiar-looking golden eagle with a bandaged wing -- at the sight of the Florentine prince, the eagle gave a loud shriek and flew down into the trees, and Orion urged Skye to pursue him into the woods. The road took them deep into the trees, until at last the eagle landed on a branch over the heads of two familiar-looking ginger-haired men, who were bound with thick rope to a tree.

Bill and Charlie were stunned at the sight of such an elegant coach, but were absolutely beside themselves with relief at the sight of Andre, KC, and Erika. Erika immediately yanked a knife out of her ankle boot and set about sawing off their bindings -- once she’d cut Charlie free, he immediately rushed forward and grabbed Andre’s shoulders.

“We’ve got to hurry!” he said anxiously. “They’ve got Carey!”

“‘They?’” said Andre, very startled. “They who?”

“This band of Florentine bandits,” said Bill, his voice very low and urgent. He kept maneuvering his bindings as Erika cut them to try to sever them faster. “They cornered us so they could try to rob us -- they were willing to let Carey go since she was a lady, but she bartered with the leader, saying that they could take her so long as they left us alone. Claimed that they could probably get more money from holding her hostage than us, given her family...”

Both Skye and McNully glanced at Orion. The Prince’s face had lost most of its color -- he’d turned his face away and closed his eyes, breathing in and out slowly as he tried to stabilize his emotions.

“The bandits in these woods are Florentines, so I doubt they will harm you,” Baroness McGonagall’s words returned to his mind, “but I cannot be sure how they would respond to a Royaumanian, especially one related to one of their wealthiest noblemen.”

“They took all three of our horses and tied us to the tree so that we wouldn’t follow them,” growled Charlie. “They left us a knife so that we’d be able to cut ourselves free, but it’s so dull I reckon it would’ve taken us hours to do it ourselves...”

Bill succeeded in snapping the weakened ropes in half and leapt back to his feet, massaging his wrists.

“They must have taken her to a camp of theirs,” said KC, her dark blue eyes narrowing. “Even bandits need some base of operation.”

McNully nodded, resting his arms on the edge of the coach’s window. “The lady is right. Given where we are, I’d say the odds are fairer that it’s southeast of here.”

“Closer to the Florentine side of the border, you mean,” presumed KC, and McNully nodded again.

“They were heading south through the woods,” said Bill. “But we won’t want to bring the coach. They stopped us because they wanted money -- if they have any reason to think any of you have it, they’ll no doubt want to imprison you too...”

“On the contrary,” said Orion in a very low voice, “this carriage may be just the thing we need, to ensure that they don’t imprison us.”

Everyone looked at Orion, their faces all a mixture of incredulity and revulsion, but he seemed disinterested in explaining himself.

“We must be quick, McNully,” said Orion, and although his voice and face were as level and unreadable as ever, they both betrayed a slight edge. “Time is not on our side.”

With Bill now sitting with the driver’s seat next to Skye and Charlie hanging off the boot with Orion, the black coach set off again. Overhead Orion caught sight of the wounded eagle again, which shrieked at them warningly -- the Prince thought it must mean they were close, but did not respond fast enough to the trap set out in front of them.

The coach rode right through a certain cluster of vines, and within seconds, they had magically sprung to life, lashing themselves around the limbs of the five horses pulling the coach. The steeds reared back, panicked -- Skye immediately yanked out a sword from her belt and began hacking away at them, and Erika and Andre both leapt from the carriage with their own swords to help, but it was no use. The vines only lashed onto them, binding all three of them fast and making it impossible for them to move. And when things seemed like they couldn’t be any worse, without warning, a group of green-dressed men and women had swung down from more vines attached to the nearby trees, surrounding them in a tight noose-like circle and pointing their arrow-decked bows at them.

They were trapped.

“Well, well,” said a voice from the trees above, “we don’t often see coaches that ritzy out here.”

The voice’s owner leapt down to the ground. Unlike his companions, his hooded tunic was yellow instead of green. When he lifted his head enough that they could see his face, it was the host of a mischievous smirk.

“Especially ones crafted in Florence,” the dark-haired and eyed bandit said breezily.

Andre, KC, Erika, and the Weasleys all stiffened.

“Florence?” breathed Bill.

They all as a unit whirled on Orion. His face was remarkably calm and solemn as he stepped off the coach and in front of the others and faced the bandits’ leader, his hands clasped in front of him.

“We do not come seeking trouble,” he said. “We merely come to retrieve a lady who surrendered herself to you. Frame like a robin’s. Hair the color of a red sunset. Eyes the color of the sky.”

The bandit’s leader raised his eyebrows curiously. “The maid called Cromwell?”

“That is her.”

“And what reason would you desire her in your custody?” challenged one of the green-dressed bandits with a cocked eyebrow, a dashing man with tanned skin and dark brown hair.

“Wants to ransom her off himself, no doubt,” sneered another woman with messy brown hair and cold magenta eyes. “He probably works for Lord Malfoy -- we all know he’s the sort to make money off illicit enterprises and keep it all to himself, rather than give it to anyone who actually needs it...”

Two of the other bandits -- a pair of women with long red and short pink hair, respectively -- exchanged a sour look.

“We have nothing to do with Lord Malfoy,” spat Skye, vainly tugging against the vines binding her. “We wouldn’t collaborate with that rat if you paid us -- !”

“Skye,” said Orion in a quelling voice.

The last bandit, a very strong-looking man with dark red hair and emerald green eyes, frowned deeply at the leader, who considered Orion carefully.

“I know your face,” he murmured.

Orion inclined his head, his black eyes boring into the other man’s face. “I’m sure you do.”

The leader’s thin-lidded eyes narrowed critically -- then they widened, realizing.

“Bring out Lady Cromwell at once,” he said abruptly.

The others all whirled on him.

“What?!” cried all three women and the dashing man.

“Jae, are you mad?!” said the woman with the magenta eyes.

“Do it,” said the leader called Jae firmly, without flinching.

The strong bandit -- the only one who hadn’t questioned the leader’s direction -- grabbed a vine, which immediately retracted back up above them.

Jae glanced at the magenta-eyed woman. “Merula, have the vines set them loose.”

Merula looked rather scandalized. “What? Oh come on, you know how much of a pain it is, to have to recast a spell after it’s broken -- ”

“Better that we do it now than wait around for the spell to expire on its own,” Jae said dryly.

Still looking very reluctant, Merula nonetheless did as she was told, holding up her hand, which glowed with light green.

“The terms are now invalid,” she muttered sourly at the plants.

The plants sparkled with a similar green flare before falling limply off of the horses, Andre, Erika, and Skye. KC and Bill moved to detangle the now harmless plants from their companions and around the horses’ legs, and Charlie moved to soothe the frightened steeds.

Within a minute, the strong bandit was back, holding onto the vine easily with one hand and holding Carewyn under his opposite arm. She had her ginger hair tied back in a loose bun and was dressed in the green peasant dress she’d worn to the Festival and her slightly oversized brown shoes -- no doubt because it was the most comfortable dress for travel she had. Orion was also beyond relieved to see that she was perfectly unharmed -- not a single cut or bruise.

“CAREWYN!” cried KC, Andre, Bill and Charlie in relief.

All three of the men immediately dashed right over to her and threw their arms around her in a group hug.

“It’s all right,” Carewyn reassured them with a small smile. “I’m all right.”

“They didn’t hurt you?” Bill interrogated her.

“You must have been terrified -- ” said Andre.

“Where are the horses?” asked Charlie.

“Tied up in a makeshift stable over there,” said the pink-haired bandit with a wry grin and a vague hand gesture.

“A bit tricky to lug them up into treehouses,” added the red-haired one cheekily. “And no, for the record, we did not hurt Carewyn Cromwell. She may be a stick in the mud, but she’s a decent sort.”

“And brave too!” said the muscled man, beaming. “She wasn’t scared at all, not even when Merula stuck a knife in her face!”

“I was only getting fed up with her smart remarks,” huffed the magenta-eyed bandit called Merula. “You’d think she was the Queen of Sheba, with how she acts...”

“She is a proper lady, to be sure,” said the dashing bandit, shooting Carewyn a rather Casanova-like smile.

Carewyn tried to stifle a snort of laughter behind her hand as Jae approached her.

“Seems you’ll have an escort after all, Carewyn,” he said, lowering his bow with a slightly more serious look. “I don’t think I can convince you to reconsider, but under the circumstances...well, just make sure you’re careful. I’d hate to hear of Royaume losing one of its only honorable citizens due to their own stupidity.”

Carewyn inclined her head to him, her blue eyes very solemn. “I’m far from Royaume’s most honorable citizen, Jae, nor from any other country, I daresay. But thank you.”

Jae nodded. He then looked up at Orion.

“By your leave then, your Highness,” he said with an abbreviated bow.

He then nodded to the other bandits, and one by one, they all disappeared back up into the trees.

None of the people on the ground, however, gave them much mind. All of them had turned back around to face Orion -- Carewyn felt like her heart had stopped still as she stared, taking in his neat ponytail and finely tailored black doublet and hose and boots.

“...‘Your Highness?’ ” repeated Charlie, shocked.

Andre’s eyes widened. “Then...then you’re...?”

Orion swallowed, but somehow managed to keep his composure as he nodded. His eyes were locked on Carewyn’s face, never shifting and as turbulent as a black ocean.

“King Cosimo’s new heir,” KC breathed, her face flooding with fresh understanding around her amazement. “Cosimo VII.”

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c2e118

I need the Hello Bees shirt immediately!!

Is that?? New art??

Jester, Caleb, and Veth look good...

Yasha’s... not so much. Something is off about the face I think? Too many sharp angles or something. Honestly though nobody draws Yasha buff enough tbh. Except the first one, maybe

Cad’s is good though! In fact I LOVE Cad’s.

Beau! YES!

Fjord’s is good too 10/10 into that one

Overall I like this new set MUCH better than I liked the second set.

[[MORE]]

Beau looking for a flower hmmmmmm? :)))))

Hmmmmmmmmmm???

For whooooo Beau?

For Yasha maybeeeee :))))

VETH

This is her second time to go over a cliff since they got to this snowy hellscape lol

Oh no, Cad’s shield!

Yasha’s like "should we also sled down?" Right after seeing Veth go over an edge xD

Beau’s lesbian realization backstory

His name was definitely not Tony xD

Uriah?

"Associate of Essek, Uriah here—"

Right okay so why not call them yourself hot boi? Or can you not

"Tell him we like him a lot and we miss him"

T: "you went full Robin Hood. Never go full Robin Hood."

Boy they are being SUPER goofy rn xD

Aw Jester

Cad likes to confuse his family so you did great

Oof those rolls...

Thank goodness Yasha managed anything

"You are my favorite weird wizard friend" lol

TWO POINTS of exhaustion?!

Damn

Wait

Seven figures

I don’t like this

Y’all get away from this

This is Y’ALL somehow I just know it

It’s like some sort of bad omen

Like what if Lucien is stringing them along because they’re needed as some sort of sacrifice or something

Okay elf, okay, then it’s NOT them so I feel better

I was like convinced man

Don’t TOUCH

We have been OVER this

Y’all what is wrong with you

Don’t like

Oh NO what is it taking from her???

WHAT DID IT TAKE

Oh fuck it took LIFE??

That was the most concise message Jester has ever sent

Caleb: “hey btw if we have time check with her and see if she thinks the CA would be cool with us killing Trent”

Oh boy this is spooky

Oh damn it’s a hive mind full of magic knowledge

See early series Caleb would have been VERY interested in that I bet

Caleb: “let’s not tell Essek about this”

Cad: “Let’s be honest and tell him it’s not knowledge, it’s chaos and destruction and badness”

I appreciate Cad’s faith in Essek

Caleb: “I honestly don’t trust him enough” ouch *clutches my heart*

I mean they’re probably not wrong about Essek but it pains me

Right see NOW what I want is Essek helping them and being enticed by the city and them having to draw him away from his own destruction through the power of friendship

I also am hoping that Caleb’s distrust of Essek comes from recognizing something of himself in Essek. Like knowing that he himself would have risked things to reach for this, and so he knows Essek would too.

Calling on ya hot boi to help yesss

Essek is gonna be real concerned, Jester never sounds this alarmed

Go to them, hot boi, go!

Ohh?

Fjord just making random private “I was really worried about you” confessions

The one time he doesn’t jump in to protect her and he feels really bad

“I don’t want you to gamble with yourself”

I’m having feelings he’s so WORRIED about her

Oh god he’s so shaken up after this?? Like I knew she would be but Travis is killing me with the emotion in the voice

“I told your mother I’d look after you”

“I care very much for you”

Y’ALL

“Is it because I have chiseled cheekbones now?”

“It’s the longer horns”

“Can I kiss you?”

AH HOLY FUCK

THEY KISSeD

I’m HAVING SO MANY FEELINGS GUYS

“I can’t promise I’m just going to let you throw yourself at this thing. I don’t think I can do that.”

“I don’t have an argument.”

Y’all I did NOT expect Fjorjester to be the first couple to kiss but I am SO happy now

Like I’ve loved watching their relationship grow from something immature and awkward and uncomfortable to genuine mature and confident feelings

Marisha is me rn

TRAVIS IS SO RED lol

And he initiated!! So cute!!

I’m LIVING you guys this is the best end to my week

Man guys the Cad and Fjord art are really both just so good

This is spooky and I don’t like it

It’s basically Pompey

Oh shit the DRAGON ITs like the dragon’s place!!

Now that I know the Traveler isn’t a creep who’s using Jester I ADORE him

This is all like spooky kinda of similar to other places they’ve been??

“Development Laboratory Procedures”

“Primordial Applications”

“Biological Weapons Research”

“Emergency Flesh” or flush? I can’t tell

Thanks I hate it

Yeah yeah see I hate the giant old baby noise, 0/10

Hate hate haaaate that noise

Thanks Matt I hate it

NOOOOO

I HATE IT SO MUCH

MATT WHY

Godddddd

#critical role #cr spoilers #emi watches critical role #critical role spoilers

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surveyhoursss · 3 years

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98.

Prep

I shop at Abercrombie, Hollister, American Eagle, or Aerospatiale.

I am/was a cheerleader.

I'm pretty ditzy.

I wear pink 24/7.

My looks are very important to me.

I can't live without my cell phone.

My hair is always straight.

I say 'like' and 'omigod' a lot.

I laugh 24/7.

I have a million friends.

I always hang at the mall or movies.

I'll only date popular guys.

I listen to rap & pop music.

I have at least one designer bag.

My myspace pics are of me making a kissy face or are mirror pics

It takes me at least an hour to get ready for school in the mornings.

Uggs + Miniskirts = Love

I don't have a job

I wear lots of makeup. (wouldn’t call it lots, though)

I can be stuck up or snobby sometimes.

I flirt with any guy, as long as he's cute.

Total = 5

EMO

I cry a lot.

I go to local shows.

I wear black everyday (typically I always have something black on)

I write sad poetry.

I play an acoustic guitar.

My favorite bands include: Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, or Panic! at the Disco.

I think about suicide or death often.

People have told me to cheer up.

I cry when I see dead animals.

My myspace/Facebook pics are black or white or angled.

I wear many band shirts.

No one understands me.

I don't talk too often.

I look down when I walk.

I wear black eyeliner.

I have an ex I still cry over.

My hair is black

My hair covers one of my eyes.

I always say 'life sucks'.

Total: 4

NERD

I have straight A's.

I wear glasses.

I always do my homework and study.

Lord of the Rings was a massive achievement.

Computer games.

I'm 'teachers pet'.

I've never had a real boyfriend/girlfriend.

I have a bedtime.

I use an asthma inhaler.

I carry a calculator with me.

I bring my lunch to school.

I always follow the rules.

I'm shy around the opposite sex.

I'm always on the computer.

I've never had beer or cigarettes.

I always answer every question in class right.

I correct people's grammar.

I read a lot.

School is very important to me.

I always stump people.

Total: 8

REBEL

I always speak my mind.

I have 0% of school spirit.

F*ck you, I won't do what you tell me!

I stand up for what I think is right.

On spirit days at school, I wear the rival's colors.

Whenever people are doing something, I do the complete opposite.

I won't listen to authority figures.

I always break the rules.

I refuse to compromise.

I'm always arguing with people.

I love debate.

I always do what's unexpected of me.

I don't give a sh*t what people think of me.

If I watch a cruddy movie in theaters, right after it's over, I'll say 'that sucked'.

I'm not afraid to contradict others.

I only respect my own beliefs.

If I don't want to do something, I won't do it, no matter what.

I laugh at compromising people.

I cheer on the rival's sport team to stand out.

Rules were meant to be broken.

Total: 1

JOCK

I'm on one or more sport teams.

I always wear my varsity jacket.

I've won awards for my athletic ability.

I will only date popular girls/guys.

School Spirit

I'm going to a college for sports

I watch sports on TV all the time

I'm muscular.

I play sports or exercise at least 3 hours a day.

Go Team!

I'm a chick/dude magnet.

I eat a lot.

I'm egotistical.

I'm too focused on sports to make really good grades.

I sit at the jock lunch table.

All I talk about with my friends is sports.

I go to lots of sports games.

I'm very athletic

I wear sport inspired clothing.

play at least 3 different sports.

Total: 4

COMEDIAN

I'm funny.

I'm always making jokes.

I interrupt class by making people laugh.

I like to entertain people.

I worship Kevin Smith.

I watch comedies more than anything.

I also watch SNL and Mad TV a lot

I'm sarcastic.

I've been told I'm hilarious.

I always imitate people.

I pull lots of pranks.

I always make sarcastic remarks after everything.

I have to prove myself by being funny.

People expect me to make jokes, always.

I have a lot of pressure to make everyone laugh.

If I don't make jokes, people ask me what's wrong.

Jim Carrey is my idol.

I mostly get along with everybody.

At pep rallies, I'm the one acting crazy and silly.

My teachers or parents tell me I need to focus more on work and less on joking around.

Total: 3

SHY

I don't have a lot of friends.

I don't talk too much.

It's not that I'm snobby, I just get nervous when talking to people.

When people say my name, others say 'who?'

I'm pretty sure mostly no one knows who I am.

People have told me I need to talk more.

I only talk when other people talk to me first

I look down when I walk.

I avoid social gatherings, such as games, dances, or parties.

People have tried to help me be more outgoing, but it never works.

I always plan to talk to more people, but I never do.

I sit in the back of the classroom.

I never participate in class discussions.

I hide behind people to avoid being seen sometimes.

I could never be a cashier, talking to strangers.

I talk quietly.

People have called me shy or quiet.

I usually let others decide for me.

If someone is talking about my favorite book or movie in front of me, I don't join in the conversation.

Total: 12

GOTHIC

I wear black.

I don't like to be seen.

I'm very, very pale.

I only listen to metal or emo-ish music. (neither of these is goth, mallgoths XD)

I love creepy, weird movies.

I love gothic cartoons and drawings.

I don't like people.

I only go out during the night.

I have black fingernails.

I wear a long black coat.

I also wear big black boots.

'The Crow' is one of my favorite movies.

I only date other Goths.

I love black humor.

I love pain.

People think I'm crazy.

I don't talk to anyone who isn't as deep as me.

I love to scare people

I laugh at teenyboppers.

People are scared of me.

Total: 3

WEIRDO

I talk to myself.

I say really random things all the time/have to say it out loud.

I fidget a lot.

I still use a wheeled backpack.

People laugh at me.

I walk really funny.

I have a very different sense of style.

I talk in a robot voice often.

I'll stop whatever I'm doing, and break out in a crazy dance if the mood strikes.

I debate stuff with myself.

I hear voices.

I'm obsessed with aliens and the other planets.

I have a fascination with robots and machinery.

I use really big words no one understands, and they give me weird looks.

I say random lines of babbling that make sense to no one but me.

I dart my eyes from side to side.

I always pretend I'm a robot or other weird non-human thing.

People have no idea why I think the way I do.

I have some very unusual, extraordinary talents.

When people ask me if I like something that's trendy, I pretend to be scared or confused.

Total: 3

ANTISOCIAL

I hate/dislike most people.

I prefer to be alone.

When people talk to me, I just give them a death glare.

Actually, most people don't talk to me.

People are freaking idiots and I wish they'd all die.

I live in my room, writing in my diary. On the computer...

I go out my way to avoid everyone.

I never greet anyone.

I despise people who talk too loudly.

I want people to think I'm a freak.

I never talk.

I can't wait to get off this earth.

I always sit by myself at lunch or anywhere else.

I listen to music on full blast on my ipod/mp4 player/headphones to block out the world.

I don't know why I am the way I am.

People have said I'm antisocial.

I use drugs or alcohol to escape the loneliness.

Why bother when people don't like you anyways?

I occupy myself so it won't look like I'm a loner.

I just don't get along with anyone.

Total: 1

SKATER

I skateboard to everywhere.

If I'm not skateboarding, I carry it with me.

I shop at Pacsun.

I'm obsessed with Tony Hawk.

Oh yeah, and Bam Margera.

I always play skateboarding video games.

I have shaggy hair.

I wear baggy pants.

I wear only skater shoes.

I always wear hoodies. (well, much of the time)

I hang at skate parks 24/7.

I'm always learning new board tricks.

Forget school, I want to be a professional skateboarder.

I've been skateboarding for over 4 years.

I hang with other skaters.

I've been hurt while skateboarding.

I've been in a skateboarding competition.

I wear vans.

Tony Hawks games win.

I've met some of my closest friends at skate parks.

Total: 0

GANGSTER/HOOD

I say 'yo'.

I also say 'fo shizzle'.

I wear extremely baggy pants.

Mah chainz hang low.

I hang with my homies, biotches, and Hoe's

I'm a thug.

I only listen to rap music.

50 Cent is my idol.

I don't give a frick about school.

I steal/have stolen before (as a child lol)

I freestyle.

I breakdance.

Gold chainz is tha way to go, biotch.

I'm white but I act black.

All my heroes are dead rappers.

Tupac is still alive.

I party with all my nigs.

I wear a sideways baseball cap.

I wear hoodies.

I wear converse with the tongue flipped out.

Total: 2

BULLY

I always steal people's lunch money.

Geeks are afraid of me.

I get in trouble all the time.

I steal people's stuff to be an a**hole.

People have called me a bully.

I have beat someone up before.

I'm always looking for a fight.

I pick on people smaller than me.

I push people out of the way when I'm walking.

I've never been in a relationship before.

People are afraid of me.

People know not to mess with me.

I'm taller than most people my age.

I pick on people for the fun of it.

I make fun of everything anyone else likes.

If anyone crosses my path, they're dead.

People know not to try and stick up for themselves when I'm around.

I'm one of the strongest kids in school.

Even some authority figures are afraid of me.

People get out of my way when I'm walking.

Total: 0

GAMER

I own at least 2 different video game consoles.

I love Final Fantasy.

DDR & Guitar Hero

I've missed school before because I was trying to beat a video game.

I'm always trying to beat high scores on games.

I even play a lot of computer games.

I play at least 3 hours of video games a day.

My thumbs are sore often.

I spend all my money on new video games.

My boyfriend/girlfriend has to be into video games.

All I talk about is video games.

I've been in a video game competition before

I pay over 30$ a month in online games.

I have bought more than 5 accessories for my console

I know about more than 10 cheats and mods in the game I play most.

I have played at least a complete week in the game I like most.

I wouldn't know what to do in an afternoon without electricity.

My parents often tell the internet is broken or simply disconnect it so I don't spend whole weekends and holidays playing.

I have more than one online account on the same game.

Total: 2

GIRLY

I have long hair.

I wear make up every day.

I carry a purse.

I have to get someone else to come kill a spider.

I paint my nails.

I use perfume.

I keep my nails clean/shaped

I shower regularly

I used to or still do Dance, Gymnastics, or Cheer/Pom

I like to accessorize

I like flowers.

I don't like to be outdoors.

I'm more like my mother than my father.

I like hanging out with girls than boys.

I like going to the mall/shopping.

I watch my weight/ count calories.

I plan outfits ahead of time

People say I have a soft/sweet voice.

I dream about and am already planning my wedding day

I watch dramatic shows on tv, soap operas, reality TV, etc.

Total: 9

BOYISH

I have short hair.

I hate doing laundry.

I like war type video games.

I like playing or watching sports.

People say I have a deep voice.

I'm more like my dad than my mom.

I beat up or tease my younger siblings or friends.

I act tough, it doesn't matter what's going on inside me.

There's only two emotions.

I shower only when I start to notice I stink

I think about the opposite sex a lot.

My room isn't neat.

I bite my nails instead of using scissors/clippers.

My clothes don't match sometimes, but I don't notice or care

I like to play rough with dogs.

I like the movies 300, Transformers, The Dark Knight.

The best way to get the opposite sex to like you is to act like a jerk.

I don't read

I don't ask for help even if I need it.

Total: 3

scored highest on: Shy lmao

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danielslilangel · 4 years

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In The Middle Is How I Like It pt.2

Part One Part Two Part Three

I have written like 3 different parts of other scenes and didn’t like how it flowed so I took some time and actually wrote down a plot line for future scenes... I’ve been looking at it and editing it for a few days so forgive any mistakes here- I got tired of staring at it XD It’s not easy writing so much action and I’m definitely pushing myself out of my comfort zone as most of my personal writing is dialogue-centric.

Mature/Explicit ratings apply... hope you all enjoy the Maribat smut train I’m driving

Marinette took her dusty pink pea coat off and hung it back upon its home on her coat rack along with her purse as the soft click of the door shutting behind her meant that the boys had finally stepped inside the apartment after slowly making their way up the hallway staircase. She turned around, the night’s alcohol, and years of practice, helping to keep her body language relaxed even as she was questioning her rash decision making skills.

“So, you guys want something to drink or…?"

Jason looked like he was contemplating her words as Tim unzipped his jacket and hung it beside hers. He then spun on his heels and reached for her, pulling her in close to his body.

“This is fine too,” Mari breathed in the moment before Tim’s soft but sure lips were upon hers. The movement had been sudden so she hadn’t thought to move her hands from where they hung loosely at her sides.

It had been such a long time since either had kissed someone else and they quickly found themselves getting lost in the sensation. Or, rather, they would have gotten lost in their kisses if Jason hadn’t stepped behind Marinette and spun her around by her wrist, pulling her into a toe curling kiss of his own. His lips were just as soft as Tim’s and they surprisingly tasted like cherries.

Tim briefly rolled his eyes, remembering the constant competition he seemed to be in with the older man. Two can play at this game and luckily, that’s just what the lady seems to want. He stepped in closer, pressing himself against Marinette’s toned and sculpted backside. He felt his cock twitch at the contact and his pants grew tighter still as he brushed her hair aside with a gentle hand before raining kisses upon her neck and shoulders. She smelled like sugar, vanilla and coffee. Though the aroma of caffeine was feint, it was intoxicating to the addict.

As he made his way to her other side, her neck wasn’t enough for him anymore. He grabbed a hold of her hips and ground against her, causing Marinette to pull away from Jason’s barrage of kisses long enough for Tim to guide her back around towards him as he kept his hands on her waist, fingers kneading into the skin hidden beneath her skirt’s waistband. As she parted her lips to take a quick breath, Tim’s tongue slipped into her mouth, tangling itself with hers.

Jason growled at the minor loss, but wasn’t about to give up so easily. He pulled his black t-shirt up and over his head in single fluid motion before pressing himself against her. Reaching around between herself and Tim, casually creating space between their bodies, and absolutely not brushing his knuckles against the other man, Jason’s hands slid up her flat stomach and made their way to her breasts. He groaned and felt a stirring in his own jeans as he confirmed that the woman was not wearing a bra.

The soft material of her silk blouse along with the gentle circles Jason was now rubbing across her perked nipples on top of the swirling of Tim’s tongue in her mouth was enough to drive Marinette crazy. She felt like she was on fire from her toes to her nose as heat pooled deep in her body. The amount of stimulation was nearly overwhelming and they hadn’t even moved past feeling each other up. Well, she was the only one getting felt up- something Marinette realized she really must remedy straight away.

She finally moved her hands from her sides and wrapped one around Tim’s neck to pull him closer towards her as she took a step backwards into Jason’s solid form. Her other hand began to quickly undo the buttons on Tim’s dress shirt from the collar down with the practiced ease of someone used to working with clothing. She moved reflexively as Jason ground himself against her ass and into Tim’s own bucking hips.

She felt heat against her back and realized that Jason was naked from the waist up and she very much wanted to see what his broad chest looked like uncovered. It was something she had been thinking about since he had first approached her in the bar and as the last button came undone and Tim broke away to finish removing his top, Mari arched her back and tilted her head, searching for Jason’s lips. She raised her arms up and wrapped them both around his neck, drawing his head down closer. His hands were still cupping her breasts through her shirt, each one fitting perfectly in his hands as their lips reconnected. She pressed harder against him and he pinched her raised nipples and pulled slightly in response. The sharp painful pleasure had Marinette moaning as she whispered, “more.”

Using the momentary break in her attention towards him to speed thing up, Tim crouched down and located the hidden zipper sewn into the side of Mari’s black mini skirt and guided the silver tab downwards, appreciating the milky skin of her thighs appearing as the material fell to the floor. He pressed a trail of kisses from her calf up to her inner thighs as her knees drifted apart to allow him access to her scalloped lace panties. He skipped right over them though as he lowered his head once more, restarting his path of kisses from her other calf upwards.

On the same page as Tim for once, Jason had moved one hand back down the plane of her stomach, the other still cupping her breasts, and taken hold of the hem of her shirt, tugging upwards and breaking their kiss as her face was momentarily covered as the fabric was removed.

Both men paused and took a second to appreciate the body of the woman sandwiched in between them as Tim looked up at her from his position on the floor and Jason looked down on her because of their height difference. The men’s eyes met and they briefly stared at one another before Tim rose and the pair moved in sync until they had her pinned with her back against the closest wall.

Marinette felt all of her nerves light up once more as Tim’s lips found a soft spot to suck on her neck and Jason’s fingers tweaked her nipples again. Jason nuzzled her cheek before their lips locked once more, tongues sliding against each other hastily.

“More…please. Both of you.” Marinette squeak out between panted breaths as Tim nipped at her earlobe and pressed against her right side. She could feel the hardness of his cock on her hip as he cupped her cheek and turned her towards him, kissing along her jawline as Jason’s lips left hers.

Jason sank to his knees, grasping her ass firmly with both hands, and buried his nose against her soaked through panties, brushing against her throbbing clit as Tim wrapped a lock of her dark hair around one hand and pulled, exposing more of Mari's neck. The movement caused her hips to arch and her chest to be pushed forward which Tim took full advantage of.

Sucking a raised bud between his lips, Tim lavished her breast with attention. After his teeth would bite down, his tongue would follow to help ease the quick ache before moving to place kisses on the soft skin around her chest. The nipple that received attention from his mouth at the moment was bombarded with a barrage of flicks, pulls, and circles being rubbed into it by well calloused fingers. His rough skin was not at all what she had expected from a nerdy-looking CEO, but she was not complaining one bit because the friction it created was hypnotizing.

Oh, she thought as her mind was forced back to reality by the other man’s hands.

Jason teased her with a finger over her thin panties, appreciating how slick she was as he slowly slid up and down over her slit. Marinette didn’t want to wait any longer as she extracted her left hand from Jason’s tousled locks and her fingers moved find her clit, desperately circling it as she sought some sort of release from the constant stimulation every where else on her body was receiving. Her motions caused the single garment she wore to ride up and Jason caught sight of just how wet she really was for them and couldn’t handle the playing any longer.

He yanked her panties down, pausing for just a second to watch her fingers desperately rub herself, before he leaned forward. His tongue darted past her lips as he licked her hole, using his grip on her ass to pull her closer to his face.

With Jason now providing stimulation exactly where she wanted it, Mari stopped touching herself and reached over to undo Tim’s belt buckle, eager to free him from the confines of his pants as their kisses grew more heated.

Marinette broke their kiss, pressing her lips against his collar bone as she watched his cock spring free from his boxers as Tim kicked his clothes to the side. She wrapped a hand around his impressive length and thumbed his head, rubbing the small beads of precum across it.

Jason was lost in his own world as he licked Marinette. Her small gasps and the bucking of her hips spurred him on as his tongue ran up and down her slit. He pulled away slightly, preparing to slide a finger inside her before he felt something warm briefly press against his cheek. He turned his head and couldn’t help but watch with hooded eyes as Marinette slowly stroked Tim’s cock right at eye level. He felt heat rise up his neck and over his cheeks before he stood, moving more towards Marinette’s left side and away from the naked man who was kissing her.

She felt Jason’s presence shift and turned her head in his direction as Tim trailed a hand down her back. The taste of herself upon his lips was enticing as she reached a hand up to caress his jawline as he deepened their kiss. His jeans were exceedingly uncomfortable as they had grown tighter and tighter in the last few minutes. As if reading his mind, Marinette reached both hands down and undid his button and zipper. He kicked the dark wash denim off and Marinette moved her head back, avoiding his lips, and raised an eyebrow at him.

“Wha?” His mind was too foggy to think straight and he was desperate for her to touch him.

“Lose those too,” she whispered huskily, pointedly staring at his black boxers. He had absolutely forgotten about them, but wasted no time ridding himself of the underwear. He grabbed her hands as the fabric slid down his legs and guided them to his shaft. As she began pumping him with both hands, eagerly twisting her hands in opposite directions around his girth, Mari felt a sharp sting and gasped.

Tim smacked her ass again, not nearly as hard as he wanted to because she was still pressed against the wall, before rubbing the red hand print gently to soothe the pain. She arched her back, allowing him more access as he dug his fingernails into her soft skin. With his left hand gripping her ass, Tim guided her away from the wall and pressed her back against him. His right hand travelled over her hip bone, through a soft patch of curly dark hair, before he plunged two fingers inside of her.

Her own hands were still wrapped around Jason’s hardened member, jerking him off in time with the fast pace of Tim’s cock grinding against her backside and his fingers sliding in and out of her. The room was foggy and filled with the sounds of slick skin sliding against each other and loud panting. The men each pressed kisses along different sides of her neck and Mari felt her muscles tighten as the flood of pleasure from Jason’s hands on her breasts and Tim’s hands on her ass and inside her became too much to handle. She cried out as her orgasm tore through her body and with a final shock wave roaring through her, Marinette leaned her shoulders back against Tim’s chest.

She was too caught up in coming down from her high to notice that Tim had gone rigid behind her, fingers still curled inside her warmth. Her last movement had caused her hips to press forward, right against Jason’s front… which caused the back of Tim’s hand to brush against the tip of Jason’s cock as she stroked him.

He had been trying to avoid thinking too much about the fact that the other man was so close to him as they both pleasured Marinette. Now, he found himself staring at Jason’s fully naked body for the first time before raising his head and locking eyes with the man was frozen as well just on the other side of Marinette.

Marinette’s eyes blinked and she felt the satisfied smile on her lips widen as she looked between the two men she stood between. They hadn’t noticed as she came back down from her orgasm, but they definitely noticed as she lowered herself to the floor, back sliding down against the wall until she sat on her knees. Her smile was blinding, like pure sunshine, as she peered up at the men and wrapped a hand around both cocks dangling just above her head. Sure, she had had her reservations about taking two strangers home in the beginning, but the afterglow of her orgasm and the sight of their naked bodies filling her vision as they had her cornered against the wall was enough to banish those negative thoughts.

She tightened her grip on the base of their shafts and stroked them in sync, admiring the way both of them threw their heads back in response to her touch. Jason reached down and petted her hair as she brought his cock to her mouth and ran her tongue up and down before turning her head and leaning to glide over Tim’s length. She squeezed a little harder than before, causing the men to step closer towards her.

Now able to reach both of them with a slight turn of her head, Marinette took turns sucking both cocks, keeping up a fast pace with her hand when her mouth moved to the other man.

“Fuck…” Jason drew the word out as Marinette sucked on his balls, pulling them into her mouth one at a time, rolling her tongue around the tender skin before sliding her lips back around his shaft. “Don’t stop!”

She didn’t listen though and let him pop out of her mouth as she moved her hand over to his hip bone and forced him closer to her and Tim. With both men now standing side by side in front of her, Mari guided their cocks towards her mouth, the pair briefly touching as she took their heads in her mouth at the same time. She pumped her hands faster, twisting slightly with each stroke as she brought them closer to the edge.

She let go of their shafts and moved her hands to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them as she held her mouth open, eyes staring as the men gripped their cocks in their own hands and took over where she left off.

Their breaths hitched at the same time as they reached their orgasm simultaneously, thick white ropes leaking from their slits. Marinette licked the stickiness from her lips as the mens’ vigorous strokes slowed, each one completely lost in their own worlds until they weren’t anymore and they realized just how close the woman had drawn them together.

Watching them stumble apart brought a giggle out of her as she stood, arms stretching above her head before she headed to the bathroom to pee and wash up. As she exited the bathroom, dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and cotton panties, she tossed two towels towards the men and threw herself onto her king sized bed that sat across the room. The room was silent besides the slight shuffle of Jason and Tim putting their clothes back on.

As Tim zipped up his coat, Mari lifted her head from the pillow and turned towards the doorway.

“I really would invite you to stay the night since its so late, but I have to work early tomorrow,” she glanced at the clock and groaned. “Make that in a few hours.”

“Uh, don’t worry about it.” Jason fumbled with his phone, calling an Uber to take him back to his hotel.

“I had a really good time tonight. I’d uhm… I’d like to do something like this again… if you both would be up for that?”

Tim forced himself to keep eye contact with Mari and not look behind him towards Jason as he nodded slightly before waving and exiting awkwardly, unsure what to say about the night’s escapades .

Jason sent her a dashing smirk and slid his phone into his back pocket before opening the door and making his way out as well. “See you around Pixie-Pop.”

As the door clicked closed, Marinette threw her face back against the stack of pillows and groaned, unsure of how to take the men’s farewells. That’s a problem for another day, she thought as her eyes closed and she finally passed out.

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grelleswife · 4 years

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30 Days of Vanitas no Carte: Day 6

What do you think about Vanitas of the Blue Moon?

At the very beginning of the manga, Mochizuki presents Votbm as an evil, malicious figure...but we all know how Mochizuki operates. After all, Pandora Hearts’ Jack was initially portrayed as a valiant hero, and we saw how that turned out! I suspect that Votbm was unjustly villified by the vampires of the red moon, though I’m sure they’ve done morally dubious things.

There’s considerable mystery surrounding Votbm’s agenda, as well. Why rescue two human children and teach at least one of them how to use the book? Why did they give Vani a mark of possession that causes him pain and spreads when he uses too much of the book’s power? This mystery extends to Votbm’s gender identity, as well. Misha referred to them as “father,” but Vani has generally used she/her pronouns to describe the vampire. What’s going on there?

There’s also a disconnect between Vanitas’s intense hatred of Votbm and the kindness they show him in certain flashbacks (helping him escape Dr. Moreau’s clutches, adopting the role of mentor as they instruct him in using the book, tenderly hugging him). What did they do to make Vanitas hate them enough to want them dead and carry out a vengeful plan to undermine their legacy after they were gone?

Based on their skin color and pale hair, Votbm might be an Archiviste (so far, Noe is the only other vampire we’ve seen with these features), and I’m curious to see how Mochizuki ties that in with the rest of the story. Was Votbm directly or indirectly responsible for the clan’s decline? Are they connected to the secrets of Noe’s past?

Despite what Vani says, I’m not convinced that Votbm is dead, at least not the way we typically think of it. Vanitas clearly managed to subdue them, but it might be a Lord Voldemort-type situation, where Votbm is simply too weak and incapacitated to do much...for now. But I predict that we’ll see more of them eventually, and not just in flashbacks (watch me be totally wrong about this XD).

I also love their design! Votbm is regal and beautiful, and I’m excited for the inevitable moment when Mochizuki draws them with their hood down!

#30 days of vanitas no carte #vnc #vanitas no carte #votbm

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teddystrap · 5 years

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Drama CD: [幽幻ロマンチカ・有頂天] ~Baku: Utashiro~

I didn’t sleep well last night, a mosquito was using me as a blood bag >;(... So thanks to that I was wide awake and had time to listen to another drama CD.

Character #2 in the Yuugen Romantica series, Utashiro (cv. Kimura Ryouhei), is a baku: a mythical creature that survives by eating dreams and helps people get rid of their nightmares that way. It’s too bad he doesn’t eat unwanted insects in my room as well.

‘Sorry dude that’s not part of my regular diet.’

Anyway, going back to Nanagiri High School. This time there is a rumour about the only stairway that leads to Heaven the rooftop. Usually there are only 12 steps, but if you get to the 13th step, that means that you are on your way down into Utashiro’s nightmare territory...

After you try (unsuccessfully ofc) to escape, Utashiro takes possession of your body and makes you solve some hard maths problem in 5 seconds, threatening to eat you if you fail. Thankfully he stops possessing you, and you grab a mop nearby to defend yourself. With the mop handle you push him into a row of lockers, and he is forced to end the nightmare to prevent them from falling on him - which allows you to escape.

Gotta admit that’s pretty badass for an otome heroine. ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ“ﾌｧｲﾃｨﾝｸﾞ!!

The next day he seeks you out disguised as a human boy so you don’t recognise him. He’s been looking everywhere for you for revenge for your counterattack yesterday. He throws you back into the nightmare high school world but you still don’t recognise him Orz. So he changes back into his demon form. And this time he got rid of the cleaning equipment so you can’t attack him lolol.

Instead, he has prepared a bed, where he lulls you to sleep. He plans to frighten you with monsters hiding under the bed, but... his brilliant plan backfires because you fall asleep sooo soundly that even demons screaming in Hell can’t wake you up. XD

Turns out you have been sleep-deprived lately because of a mosquito recurring nightmares. In fact that’s why you went to the stairwell in the first place - to investigate if it is related to the Seven Supernatural Wonders of the School. After some further failed attempts to intimidate you, Utashiro finally gives up and gently rocks you to sleep, swearing that he will get you next time. Lmao.

Next day you go and thank him for helping you sleep and he is still feeling salty. After school you stay to prepare for the bunka-sai (cultural festival) exhibition, and he tags along. You class is planning to make a haunted house, and he warns you that it might attract unwanted spirits,... but you cheerfully invite him to come and visit too ^_~.

Utashiro tells you that the state of the Seven Supernaturals has been changing due to the fickleness of humans. E.g., the Youkai with the Flowers in the Toilets [*voiced by Midorikawa Hikaru... I haven’t listened to his discs but I have a hard time taking this character seriously...] has disappeared, and he himself has emerged (since the original series). There is also a strange rumour going round that the nightmare on the 13th step is killing people in their sleep, and he’s offended that people think he’s that kind of demon.

You stupidly agree with him. To show you that he’s not all nice, he possesses you and touches and kisses you, knowing that you can’t fight back/react since you are in public and he is in invisible mode. So you run off to hide in a dark corner, secretly hoping that he will rip your clothes off and have his way with you. (ฅωฅ`)ﾃﾚﾙｰ♥

But alas Rejet is trying to keep it safe for the kids here so nothing happened calm your tits woman!! He ends up walking you home and carrying your bag for you (how sweet is this guy seriously). As he’s leaving he senses a... supernatural energy from you. So at night he sneaks into your house and, sure enough, you are having night terrors.

He consumes your nightmare, and is about to leave when you wake up. To hide his identity, he changes into his chibi-baku form. But you know it’s him anyway. You are scared to be left alone, so he becomes your reluctant dakimakura ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ). As he watches your sleeping face, he realises how he used to live for people’s happiness, before he became this yakuza demon from the ‘hood who terrorises people for fun.

Ok yeah Utashiro is that Moomin-looking thing from the Hifumi picture.

One day you bring him lunch on the rooftop as a token of your gratitude, but he seems to be having... indigestion pains from eating your nightmares every night. #youkaiproblems. He tells you that he used to do this for people regularly and they would come and visit him, but now times have changed and they don’t need him anymore, and all his friends are dead, but for some reason he’s still alive. He has remained in Nanagiri High School because of rumours that there might be another fellow baku lurking around.

At night you tell him not to eat anymore. He wants to insist, but his body is almost at its limit. He tells you there’s another way to end your nightmares - which is to confront the demon behind them directly. To protect you, he enters your dream along with you.

The demon uses the same haunted school grounds as his backdrop. However, there is an abandoned dried-up well in the courtyard which doesn’t exist in reality. As you approach, a baku emerges from the well and tries to kill you both despite your goodwill.

Turns out this thing is a youkai-kuzure, the remnant form of a demon that has been neglected, but still maintains a strong will to survive and holds a lot of resentment towards humans. Utashiro thinks he will end up the same way and sinks into a bout of “look kids, this is me in 20 years’ time” nihilism.

He begs you to run away but you refuse. You want to let the youkai-kuzure baku use your body and regain its energy so that Utashiro can restore his faith in humanity. In the end Utashiro ends up possessing you, and diplomatically talks the youkai-kuzure into exorcising itself. Basically what he says can be summarised as follows:

‘You are not alone. Me and this human girl are here for you... Now fuck off R.I.P.’

And so fuck off R.I.P. it did.

Then both of you wake up from your nightmare. Utashiro is about to leave but you stop him. So then he asks you if he can stay with you forever, because he has nowhere to go now anyway, and he doesn’t want to become that troll that lives under the bridge and throws rocks at people’s shins and glances at porno magazines through the konbini window.

[Thoughts] Very important update: The mosquito that was biting me is now dead now, too. And I killed it by force instead of using diplomatic exorcism.

This disc was really entertaining, I actually laughed out loud several times throughout. Kimura Ryouhei has a way of drawing out your emotions, idk, I mean most otome games/dramas are meant to do that, but his voice is just more... vivid to me in some way, I guess.

Utashiro is a totally adorable character. The way how he acts all tough and threatening but immediately panics and surrenders when the heroine is upset. Kimura-sensei calls him a ‘cute clumsy tsudere’ and thinks that he could be a good sleeping aid/pillow for people who... need that I guess.

[Reminds me of Tsuda Kenjirou’s commentary on Yomei Kareshi (a series where your guy has a terminal illness), where he’s wondering if we actually listen to it before we go to sleep. YES TSUDA-SENSEI WE DO I use drama CDs to help me sleep. With Vol.1 I was new to the series and cried buckets when the boyfriend was dying, but by Vol.7 I had got used to it and was already numb to all the tragedy. Yeah sorry.]

Actually I really enjoy listening to the Free Talks because they give you a glimpse into the cast’s personalities. I got the feeling that Kimura-sensei doesn’t really think through his replies and just blurts things out, and the spontaneity gave me a kind of a Mukami Kou vibe (in a good way though, I don’t think/hope he has Kou’s split personality lolol). I also get the feeling that he and Tsuda-sensei have similar temperaments and would get along great...

But anyway, back to the main story. Utashiro is really pretty tsun and he didn’t reveal very much romantic feelings until the very end, where it felt almost like he suddenly went from zero to sixty. It’s really different from Hifumi’s original story, which had romantic moments steadily throughout, like the date and the star-making/gazing event at night. But I think Kimura-sensei makes up for it with his very 色気のある voice.

I also liked the heroine’s personality better in this one. Hope she keeps up the epic-level KYness in the later stories.

...Aaaand now I really need to go get some sleep.@_@

#otome #drama cd #rejet #yuugen romantica #yuroma #supernatural #youkai #kaidan #seiyuu #kimura ryohei #utashiro #uchouten

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years

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[ @sasuhinamonth || SasuHina Month 2019 || Day Two: Vampire AU ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Inuzuka Kiba ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Of Monsters and Men ] [ AO3 Link ]

Traveling the old roads - especially under the cover of night - can lead to some rather...interesting encounters.

Hood drawn, Sasuke meanders the wagon wheel rutted path between the city he’s left behind, and the small village his family calls home. Typically it’s a trek one makes in the daylight hours, but...well, that’s not particularly wise for someone like him.

For the Uchiha, you see...are a clan of vampires. Sunlight isn’t exactly something they want, let alone need. Perhaps not as deadly as many humans like to think it is, but it’s still hardly pleasant. Hence why any traveling he does is typically after sunset. He can make his way by day with the proper clothing, but it’s something he’d rather not risk.

The medicine he went to fetch for his brother can only be found in the city, so the trip is arguably necessary. And thankfully the witch who brews it is accomodating to his kind. After all...witches walk a fine line between Nightwalkers and Daywalkers. Enemies one day, allies the next, depending on the circumstances of either side. The politics, of course, are hardly Sasuke’s concern. All that matters to him is that she gets the job done, and the strange affliction his brother exhibits is kept at bay a while longer.

This he mulls over as he walks. The journey takes two days on foot...at least, at a mortal speed. But he doesn’t want to risk ousting himself as vampiric if he doesn’t have to should he pass a human on the way. It’s hardly a difficult journey...but every outing runs the chance of being discovered by someone who’d like to put a stake through his heart. At times he wonders if they should move closer to town. They’d be nearer to throngs of humans, true...but crowds can serve their purposes. And they’d be nearer to the healing witch.

Though still debating, Sasuke comes up short as his trail of thought stutters to a stop. He can hear voices further up the road. Ensuring the cover of his hood, he keeps on cautiously.

What he finds around the bend is...well, surprising, to say the least.

“You can’t keep doing this!”

“It’s instinct. You try ignoring an itch all over your body day in and day out!”

“Someone is going to - g-going to see you one of these nights! And then what will you do?”

“Tch, humans only see what they want to see!”

“They’re also fearful things. If they see monsters where there’s none, what will they think when they see you?”

Tucked just off the road are a pair of figures. One is a werewolf, fully transformed and clearly in pain. The other, holding his injured arm and giving him a scolding, is what looks like a human woman. But instinct tells Sasuke otherwise.

...she’s a witch.

The wind then shifts, and the wolf tenses as he catches a vampire’s scent. “...we’ve got company.”

Turning with a small gasp, his companion stares with wide, pearlescent eyes.

Sasuke quickly holds up hands in a gesture of peace. “...I don’t mean any harm. Just passing through.”

“Bloodsucker,” the werebeast scoffs, earning a look of disapproval from the woman.

“Kiba, mind your tongue! You’ve no reason to be rude!”

“I’ve been called far worse,” Sasuke assures them, daring to take a few more steps to talk. “Wolves and vampires have never been friendly.”

“Not exactly pleasant to be around someone who always reeks of blood when you’ve a nose as strong as mine,” Kiba counters, lips drawing back in a snarl of disgust.

“Nor do I enjoy the scent of wet dog.”

“Both of you, please,” the witch cuts in, exasperated.

Dropping the argument, Sasuke gives a nod. “...what happened?”

“None of your -”

“A scrap with another wolf,” she offers, ignoring Kiba’s ear-pinning glare. “He’ll be fine. I was just making sure it was clean.”

True to her word, water follows her call, clearing out the gashes along the beast’s forearm.

“So…you are a witch.”

“Mean something by that?” Kiba demands.

“Not at all. I rely on one for my own purposes - I’ve nothing against them. I just wasn’t aware they were so common in these parts.”

“We’re not, believe me. There’s a reason most of us live in hiding.”

“I can relate,” Sasuke replies dryly.

Giving a sympathetic look, she then offers, “I’m Hinata. This is Kiba - we’ve known each other far longer than we’d like to admit.”

“And I’m keen on keeping her safe,” the wolf clarifies.

“Gone and made yourself a familiar?”

“He’s not bound - I’d not do that to him,” Hinata insists. “We’re just friends. Meaning he gets into trouble, and I g-get him out of it again.”

Kiba just gives a huffing breath.

Lip twitching in amusement, Sasuke offers, “I’m Sasuke. Pleasure to meet you both...I suppose.”

“Likewise. Normally I’d wish for better circumstances, but...it can’t be helped. If you travel through here often, odds are we’ll cross paths again. I live just yonder over the hill.”

“And I just past the next town. We’re practically neighbors.”

Smiling, Hinata offers, “Well, we’ll not keep you - I’m sure you’ve a w-wanted to get home. Safe travels, Sasuke.”

“And to you. Until next time.” Giving a polite bend at the waist, he passes the pair and keeps on his way.

...maybe fetching Itachi’s medicine isn’t quite such a bother, after all. He wouldn’t mind seeing her again...

.oOo.

All righty, day two! My regular readers surely know of my original monster verse I call Nightwalkers, but for anyone new, it's a bit of a political drama mixed with modern mixed with monsters! I've got oodles of lore to it, but...I won't bore you with the details, lol - my 365 day series has a mini series with in it of this universe, and it's one of my readers' favorites! This time we're going back in time a good ways to something a bit more medieval, when things weren't QUITE as tense. Monsters are, of course, still hunted...but the politics aren't yet quite so dramatic, haha - and witches are far less rare, and a bit more commonly seen by both sides. Sasuke, obviously, is a vampire...Hinata a witch with a focus in water...and Kiba a werewolf! Because of course he'd be a werewolf xD Not too much romance in this, buuut more a hint to what might be! Maybe another prompt for this month's event will allow for a sequel. If not...maybe one of my dailies! We'll have to see. But that's all for this piece - thanks for reading!

#sasuhina #sasuhinamonth2019 #sasuhinamonth #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #inuzuka kiba #of monsters and men [ au ]

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shadowdianne · 5 years

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Candor

In another less dark news here I present a small ficlet I wrote for my roommate's (yes, the one and only) dnd character. We are playing in the Tal'Dorei setting and she created the most delightful background to work with.

Since I can't draw for my life but I adored the possibility of writing I asked to be left with my own devices and she, despite fearing I was going to write angst, let me do it. She also has given me the permission to repost this here.

M, just a clue, a small one, of which is your account, pretty please xD

Candor

The sound of the nearby chapel’s bells wasn’t strong enough to drown the noise of those chatting while walking between the haphazardly-looking stalls but Freya focused on it as she rolled her shoulders onto the cape she had been wearing non-stop ever since she had walked into Whitestone.

She missed the ability to wear her hair down, the lack of chaffing on her slightly pointed ears or the uneven feel of paint onto her cheeks, the symbols made out of carefully bought paint an important part of her morning routing she had needed to cut off in order to not stand out among the majorly human crowd of the town. Biting on her bottom lip, the half-elf stepped away from two women, their gaunt faces not dissimilar to the ones she had already gotten used to see among the cobble-covered streets of the northern place. Chill air gripping her throat, puffs of air floating through the air as the chatting won against the dying toll of the bells, she hummed as she kept on walking, throwing glances to the product present in some of the stalls.

The effects the battle against the Chroma Conclave were still visible in many parts of Tal’Dorei; the lack of what had been common commodities once upon a time the most jarring difference as well as the slowly rebuilding cities but the lack of light on the ones around her, the way children played close to their parents, not really willing to move too far from them, made her feel the same weariness that had called upon her the first time she had heard the news about how the former Lord of Whitestone had, apparently, returned to his rightful place.

De Rolo. The title and surname had meant something for her once upon a time and as she rolled the name once more against her tongue, feeling the soft tap of its tip against her velum, she glanced beyond the stalls that circled Pelor’s tree, the golden shimmer of its bark, its leaves, paling against the white beauty of the castle from which every part of the city -from its slums to its richest neighborhoods- could be seen.

She had arrived a few days ago, not entirely sure what was what she expected as her usual playful demeanor changed to one she had very rarely used ever since she had fled from the continent that waited beyond the Shearing Channel; the scent and taste of salt from the sea that awaited to those stupid enough to transverse it strong and powerful against her nose. She had thought she had forgotten it; the way her spine would protest as she hold herself to the top of her height, the way her mannerisms would transform from practical to elegant, the slowness of them ricocheting against her bones in the same way she had very quickly gotten bored on her lessons back when she had been younger. Sadly, however, it seemed like the ways of someone from the highest parts of society were never truly erased: no matter how much one tried to.

“Are you going to buy something or are you going to keep on staring?”

The question, made in a thick Tal’Dorei-an accent woke her up from her reverie, thoughts of long-forgotten mornings spent under the watchful eye of her tutors gone in a cloud of smoke as she blinked back to the present; to the forever warm roads that run through the city as blood and ichor alike. Tilting her head while grasping the ends of her cape so it didn’t flare up with her free hand, she grasped the middle of her staff with the other, the magic from the wind that played with the forever autumnal leaves of The Dawnfather’s tree swirling by and towards her, feeding her own power.

“I was just looking.” She smiled, knowing that her mouth and nose were clearly visible to those with human eyesight and regaling herself with the vision of the slightly elderly woman who puffed for a moment towards her before she returned back to the meagre metallic plates she offered -ideal for those who couldn’t afford a full set of armor! -. Staring as the pale complexion of the woman turned red from the exhaustion one must always took whenever they dealt with difficult customers, Freya walked past the kiosk before stopping by in a smaller one, bags of grain and spice laying around and against the cracking wooden planks that seemed almost strange within a city that prided itself from the rock and mountains that named it.

The merchant there was definitely more affable, younger and must had some genasi ancestry on his blood; the runes and symbols on his arms and the slightly strange shade on his skin not enough to suggest Tiefling or Drow. Feeling less exposed, Freya watched as the man smiled to a couple of young human girls that, blushing, paid for what must had been something under their mother’s request before it was her turn. The scent of slightly musky grain felt stronger as soon as her booted feet moved forward, the rustle of her cape making the man look up from the coins deposited on his hand. Nodding towards her, eyes going to the hood that protected her skin and eyes from being watched, the man pointed at what he sold.

“Everything is from the farmlands attached to the city, I wouldn’t suggest the wheat though; little bit too weak this time of the year.” His accent wasn’t as thick and it suggested some time spent learning the basics back at Emon or any other bigger city and Freya, almost out of habit, glanced down towards his hands, calloused but nimble. Smiling herself, she let her mind wander back momentarily to when she had been young enough to not be subjected to her tutors, to when she had had the ability to escape those and run to the marketplace that spread itself as much as possible with the shoreside as its frame back into her homeland. There, close to a much warmer sea, she would put her hand against the sack of grain only to simply push her fingers onto the packed bags, the feeling strange and ticklish as she dug deep into them. She found herself stopping the old and mechanical movement, the need for it obvious on her posture if the quiet chuckle from the man was anything to go by.

She was saved from some further inquiry as she felt two hands pushing against her upper thigs, the size of them human and tiny enough to suggest a kid, one that moved away with much more light on his eyes than what she had been able to spy on many of those who walked alongside her for as many days. Checking her pouch and finding it still attached to her hip, Freya stared as the kid stuck out his tongue, his blonde hair and clear green eyes a soft and sweet relief to her own sore stare. It felt almost painful, in a way she wasn’t ready to dwell on, the way the child’s bubble-like laugh reached for her before he was pulled away from his mother, curiosity obvious as his angle from beneath let her see not only her half-elven traits but the way she kept on nervously glancing every part of her magic hidden and tucked away.

Not out of fear, she would say, not out of terror or worry about the magic on itself as divinity, nature, pacts, were the usual on every other part of Tal’Dorei but she felt uneasy as she tried her hardest not to think on who the boy made her think of, on who the boy -out of sweetness- resembled another one, several others, who she had seen grown up until she had returned to Father’s summer house one year only to find the one next to it empty and cold and lacking.

Feeling magic crackling against her skin, the easy spell made out of two symbols with the aid of her thumb and forefinger almost escaped her as she considered fire, water and air as possibilities the small human child could enjoy. She halted herself on the very last second though, the wood of her focus warmer to the touch by the moment she glanced away, a small smile on her lips despite the weight of her memory as she was transported back to long afternoons and even longer evenings in where she would been spoken excitedly about objects and ideas that were still just a boy’s dream, a shadow of the reality that peppered now through Tal’Dorei: light and firepower and warmth echoing the name of an inventor, a fighter, whose title had been as evoking as the possibility of not one but two re-appearing back in the place from where they had been eradicated; their demises ones that had felt rough and sand-paper-like against Freya’s still too raw skin.

But they were alive, she said to herself as she muttered a soft apology to the man, his boyish smile as if he truly didn’t mind the lack of any sale easing up her steps while she walked further down the line of stalls, the cry of an eagle breaking through the morning air. At least two of them if the news were true and a part of her hold onto the possibility of it.

Because, she thought; at the end everything finished down the same shoreline, being it steep and cold or easy and warm: she needed them to be alive and she longed for them to be well. Even if her decision of leaving behind her own self-inflicted loss put her in a vague kind of danger she still didn’t know how to name. She had forged her own death after all; no one had told her that she would need to not pursue the lives of those who she had cared about. And she longed for that care and warmth and those stories whispered atop the tallest turret of a castle she had known like the palm of her hand back when titles and possibilities had been squandered into the wind. Shaking her head but heart beating lighter, she quickened her steps as she walked past the boy and his mother, mind made up by the time she brushed past them. She moved her fingers, magic minute but powerful a tiny flame danced between her fingers momentarily before it jumped right in front of the kid; his cheers of surprise making her burrow herself further into her hood as she suppressed a smile.

She looked back for one last time, the spell disappearing as soon as her concentration dropped; starry eyes following her, following her staff and clothes in a way that didn’t make her feel naked or raw but seen.

It was about candor, she thought as she left the castle and the marketplace behind, letting herself wander back to the Scarlet Pimpernel, the promise of some food and Valanthe’s easy small talk one she couldn’t truly deny. It was about the warmth that hid behind decisions and journeys.

The eagle screeched again, its call echoing at her back weak enough for her to not think about it twice.

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fleur-de-leap · 5 years

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A New Dawn - TFP Bumblebee x OC

#text post #original post #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #dawn #oc #transformers oc #self-insert #because I have no self control #I'm going off the top of my head for what happens when sooo #bear with me here please #my ocs

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toon-artist403 · 6 years

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[title: FNAF AU Headcanon Design of Springtrap (disgused)] A.N: here comes the springy boi! i Tried Drawing this design in the same style i used for my persona's 2018 design and i have to say im impressed with how well i improved with my own style. i spent an lot of time working on this drawing but it was worth it. By the way my headcanon of springtrap was inspired by Negaduck9's springtrap in springaling and GraWolfQuinn's springtrap nicknamed pancake satan along with lilttemiss's springtrap and also the springtrap from the fnaf fangame called super fnaf anywho i hope you all like this drawing! i may draw more of this design of my headcanon of springy boi but for now just look at this instead XD but there was one springtrap i forgot to mention the best one of all time the springtrap from five nights at fuckboy's XD ((HE HAS DAT BRITIST ACCENT M8)) also yayyy i found a way to use zalgo google text generator finally ---------------- "there is only one thing left for me to do now.... i'm going to come find you.... . . i̷͓̘̥̥̖̔̂̔́͑̃͞͡'̥͎̠̲̇͐͂̿̌̂̋̚͢͞m̴̢̥̲̼̤̰̺͈͇̊͒͑̔̆͝͡ ġ̢̛̬̜̟͎̪̤̤̫͙̈́̏͡o̲̘̖̖̠͕̊̽͆̐̾́̍į̴̼̪̟͎̏̍͂̍̂̎̀̓̚͞n̡̛͚̰̻̐͂̋̀͐̕͡ͅg̸̲̣̻̜̠͈̰͙̃̐̑͒͊̂͗̆̊ t̛͈̩̹̞̲̭͎̍͂̓̂͘͢o̸̟̱͕͇͐̔̀͂̅͟͟ ĉ̴͎̞̰̝̈́̔̊̓͆̔͟͢ǫ̵̢̛͍̮͈̦̬͉̠̏̓̉̅͢m̴̛͇̳̭͇̟͔̗̼̀̿̐̽͒͆̍̚͢͟ẻ̡̛̳̫̥̐͌̎͟ f̶͚̯͙̮͙͉̏̅̽̓̕̚͡ī̷̗̦̗͈̘̀̒͛̿̈̕͢͠͠ņ̗̘̼̮͓̒̏̓̈́̋͒͜d̸̡̢̨͖̖̥͉̦̝̀́̌̇̓̐̇̕͢͠ y̡̜̱̤̪̠͔̪͆̀͂̀͂̓̓͘͟o̵̧͍͖̮̝̗̺͐̇͋̅̐̀̃͋͘u̸̧̪̮̻̫̩̭̍͊͋̎̒̋̄ͅ" . ." Real Name: Michael Afton Known Age When He 'died' in the springbonnie suit: somewhere stuck in his early 30s or mid 20s due to his age stopping when ennard was inside of him height: 7'11 ((but it does kinda look like he's 9'0 feet tall with the ears)) Appearance: he wears an purple hoodie he gotten before from his father when he was still an teenager suprisally it still fits him, he also wore an mouth guard and sunglasses and anything else that would make him blend him more into crowds. though it kinda gives him away to the lack of full gloves and shoes even though he found shoes his size later on. he has scars and dents around the suit and some cracks in it due to the amount of fights he's been in. personality/behavior: he is serious, angered, intelligence, always tired, depressed, very focused and calm most of the time. But for when shadow bonnie is in control he is cheerful, bored, curious, humorus but for when he turns into sprennard he's sadistic, mad, angry, joyful, secretly sad, and overprotective facts: he and shadow bonnie share the suit he and the shadow are bound together in the suit due to shadow bonnie being the only thing remaining of the spring bonnie suit's personality and behavior, his eyes changes color depending on what he is feeling, he also can transform into ennardtrap which is basically an fusion of springtrap and ennard named sprennard i.redd.it/99l2jgqosimz.png but he can only turn into it whenever he's taken extreme amounts of damage or cannot control his emotions he gained that transformation when he protected his sister/baby from the fire in fazbear's fright all while using up nearly all his and shadow bonnie's powers. and also he accidently killed the kid who possesses the marionette i will explain why later. also his hood goes over his head really well but don't ask him how come his ears don't get in the way he doesn't like to talk about it. one of the dents in his mask was caused by ennard. he lets shadow bonnie take control sometimes in the suit to get an little rest so whenever you see him with purple bluish reddish green like eyes that's shadow bonnie aka springbonnie! he's also an very good cook since his mother used to give him cooking lessions with him and his brother and sister. he also repairs himself whenever he gets damaged really badly after his sprennard form goes away one time he used the spring bonnie model the one on the stage seen on the fnaf four minigame. he also drains the animatronics's battery and power in order to stay active and awake since he uses up way too much of his own engery. powers/abilities: due to him and shadow bonnie Now being bound to one another he has access to an whole asortment of powers that he'd obtained. he can basically create and shoot beams of lighting or electricly, etc he uses this to attack and to stun or seal away his enemey's engery or if it's an aminatronic it will cause very extreme amounts of pain to the target. ((basically image mewtwo, darkrai, and zororark powers into springtrap but without the shapeshifting into other people or creatures or being able to fly even though shadow bonnie can fly around and float since he's an ghost)) weapons of choice: besides his powers he can use his fire axe, an pocket knife he had when he was an teen, and a combat shotgun [like the one in the game gta san andreas that big smoke uses i think it's called the miltary shotgun im not sure but correct me if im wrong] weakness/dislikes: he suffers from being haunted by his past mistakes from helping his father and he blames himself for his brother's death. he gets angered easily as shown when he was tricked by the kids when he woke up in fazbear's fright he saw they were taunting him calling him a failure he tried telling them he wasn't his father he only came to destroy his father's creations but they did'int listen instead having enough with the threats and taunting and with one insult he snapped and killed them all or so he thought when he snapped back into reality when he realized he'd killed the workers who turned him back on he saw one was still alive he became an monster he did the only thing he though was right he said sorry to the worker and putted him out of his misery. friends: The marionette [he forgave springtrap and he also was saved by him when the nightmares attacked the fright (takes place during my series three dectectives)], shadow bonnie, plushtrap (he broke him out of the nightmare marionette and nightmare's control when he returned to the abandonded cirus baby serivce enterainment to locate his father) Fredbear/Michael's little Brother, and his sister/cirus baby enemies: the nightmares/twisted animatronics, nightmare, nightmarionne, Ennard, And His Father William Afton information he knows about the spring bonnie suit: he knows that there are mutiple spiringlock suits of the springbonnie model. some are from the old locaton and some are from the sister location like the one we hid in one of the nights in the game. ((he knows an whole lot about it seeing that he wore one before in fredbear's diner)) voice box accent: the same voice from the sl custom night springtrap custsence but with the fnaf 3 springtrap voice saying help me voice sounds into it too just for the heck of it. and also dark box's accent of springtrap cause i like how interesting that voice of springtrap sounds. current location and wherabouts: unknown at the moment ----- taken from my main blog @owen-cerulean-the-tired-artist

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Whumptober Day 11 - Self Sacrifice

OMG someone take this modern AU away from me XD Just kidding. I'm having way too much fun with it. This is my longest one of these yet haha. Remember, this is just for fun and is unbeta’d so forgive whatever mistakes there are.

You can find this on ff.net and Ao3 for your reading convenience as well.

Read the rest of my Whumptober 2017 prompt fills here.

"Diablo, come in. Do you copy?" Porthos hissed.

"The EMP took out our comms, Porthos, he can't hear you," d'Artagnan pointed out. He shrugged when Athos glared at him. "What? He can't."

"Diablo, do you read me? Come in," Porthos tried again. When the comm line remained silent, he cursed. "This is bad," he stated.

"He'll be fine," Athos assured, though he sounded a bit like he was trying to convince himself.

"He's probably better off than us at the moment," d'Artagnan added, peaking his head over the broken down, rusty truck they were using as cover. "We're the ones that're surrounded."

"I don't like this," Porthos lamented, shaking his head and glancing at Athos. "He's got no one watching his six."

"He never does when he's at roost, you know that," Athos countered, pressing his back more firmly against the side of the truck when more bullets pinged into the metal. "There's not much we can do about it anyway. We need to solve our situation first, then worry about his."

Porthos clenched his jaw, looking momentarily rebellious. But then he blew out a harsh breath.

"Remind me to kill whoever gave us this shitty intel," he snapped, then forced himself to take a slow breath. "If we can get to the Humvee, I can get us out of here," he strategized more calmly. He wasn't the top-rated driver within the Musketeers for nothing.

"How do you suggest we do that?" d'Artagnan asked. "We're outnumbered 10 to 1 and…" he looked down at his gun, checking the rounds, "I'm almost out of ammo."

Both veteran Musketeers gave him a reproachful look.

"I'm tellin' 'Mis on you," Porthos threatened. "He'll have you restocking your supply pack for hours. Out of ammo…" Porthos shook his head disapprovingly.

"Just because Aramis walks around with enough ammo strapped to him to supply a small militia, doesn't mean we all should," d'artagnan argued.

"Gentlemen," Athos' calm voice cut through their bickering.

They both looked at him, then edged up to follow his line of sight over the hood of the truck.

Their enemy were dropping one by one.

Porthos grinned wolfishly.

"Atta boy," he muttered, ducking back down.

"He's giving us our opening, we move on my command," Athos instructed firmly, tone all business. He edged around to the front bumper of the truck, gauging the distance to their Humvee. "On my mark."

"Uh, guys…" d'Artagnan's worried voice, made them both freeze. They snapped their heads around to look at him, but he was staring up into the hills. More specifically, he was staring at the large contingent of men now riding various vehicles into the hills, straight for their hidden sniper.

"We can't warn him," Porthos breathed in horror.

"He'll see them coming," Athos replied sharply.

"There're too many of them," d'Artagnan pointed out. "If he keeps firing, he'll give away his position. He can't cover us and himself."

Porthos stared at Athos. They both knew who Aramis would choose to protect.

"We can't waste it," Athos whispered.

They heard more shouts as the men firing at them continued to fall at a steady pace. Those that remained were now taking cover.

"We have to get to him," Porthos stated, firmly and without room for argument.

"And we will," Athos promised. "We will. But first, we have to get out of here. Now, on my mark, we move. Understood?"

Porthos looked sick at the idea, but nodded anyway.

"Retriever, you stay between us," Athos ordered.

D'Artagnan moved to crouch in front of Porthos.

"We have got to discuss that code name," he muttered.

"Ready?" Athos eyed the area around them. Aramis had cut them a clean path and right now the enemy was only taking potshots at them. They had become more focused with shielding themselves from the sniper's assault. "Go."

They moved as one unit, swiftly and silently. Porthos laid down fire to cover their rear and Athos kept his gun up to ensure the way remained clear. D'Artagnan covered any outliers that came into sight. It took less than a minute to reach the Humvee and pile in.

Porthos cranked the engine and looked out the window, up into the hills where the enemy vehicles had disappeared.

"We can't get him back if we're dead," Athos reminded.

With one last long look, Porthos whispered an apology and then slammed the Humvee into gear and hit the gas.

Aramis ran his tongue across his upper lip, tracking his teams escape through his scope. He shifted his focus back to the enemy within the compound and saw several men preparing to pursue. He took out the engine block of one of their trucks, sending them all scattering for cover again.

His senses were blaring warning, but he ignored it.

He had seen a chunk of their enemy break off from the compound. He'd tracked the various four wheelers, dirtbikes and trucks headed his way for a moment before ignoring them in favor of covering his brothers.

He knew he was giving away his position. They would be on him in a matter of moments most likely. But until he knew his brothers were out of danger, he wouldn't give up his roost.

He fired again, destroying the engine of a dirt bike.

Then he went absolutely still as a presence loomed over him and the barrel of a rifle pressed into the back of his head.

"Stand up slowly," he was instructed firmly. "Keep your hands where we can see them."

Aramis did as he was asked, going first to his knees then rising to his feet, hands held up to waist height. He glared when one of the men snatched his rifle up, pawing at it in a way only a man unfamiliar with such weapons could.

"That's a custom-made rifle," he warned coldly. "If you break her, I'll break your hand."

The man holding the gun froze, eyes going wide. He quickly shoved the rifle into someone else hands. Aramis smirked darkly.

"What you're going to do is get on your knees and lace your fingers behind your head," the one who appeared to be the leader instructed.

"You just told me to stand up," Aramis pointed out sarcastically. "Make up your mind."

The butt of a rifle slammed into the small of his back and a foot kicked against the back of his knee. His knees hit the dirt and he had to throw out a hand to catch himself.

"Alright, no need to be so hostile," he snarked, slowly straightening and very deliberately lacing his fingers behind his head. He glanced back at the man who had hit him. "I think I'll kill you first."

"Shut him up!" the leader snapped.

This time the rifle but caught him in the head and Aramis was unconscious before he hit the dirt.

Aramis stumbled forward, glaring over his shoulder at the man who had shoved him.

He'd come around to find himself sprawled in the bed of a truck, hands tied behind his back. All of his weapons, save the knife he kept in his boot, were gone and the vicious, violent part of him was looking forward to retrieving each and every one. He'd realized quickly, once he'd vindictively thrown up his field rations all over the nearest man's boots, that they were taking him back to the compound.

A stupid move, if they'd bothered to ask his opinion. Now his brothers would know exactly where to find him. Not that he was going to warn them of that.

All he had to do was stall for time and keep them from getting him into one of the buildings. Once he was inside, rescue efforts became a whole lot more complicated.

So when he was shoved again, he let himself sprawl to the dirt, purposefully throwing his left shoulder down. Without his hands to catch himself, his cheek scraped on the hard ground and his shoulder popped out of joint. He let loose a shout of pain purely for the viewers benefit. It was his bad shoulder, always popping out at the slightest sign of trouble. The coming out wasn't so bad anymore, or perhaps he'd just gotten used to it. It was the putting it back in that he usually liked to avoid.

"Get up!" someone shouted, kicking at Aramis' feet.

"My shoulder," he ground out around a groan that was mostly real. "It's dislocated."

Hands latched onto him, yanking him up and holding him on his feet. A rough examination of his shoulder had him biting down hard enough on the inside of his cheek to draw blood.

"Well we better fix that," the leader decided. "Cut his hands free."

"Wait, wait, wait…just leave it, really," he protested as someone he couldn't see sliced through the ropes holding him. "Are you even trained to-" He gasped in pain as his arm was swiftly and efficiently manipulated and his shoulder forced roughly back into place.

Hands shoved him and he hit his knees, riding the wave of pain and then locking it away. There wasn't time for it. His brothers would be here at any moment. He had to be ready.

A red dot flashed in front of his face in the dirt, so briefly he would have missed it if he blinked.

Show time.

Time to distract.

"Get up," the leader snapped.

"I can't," Aramis replied, deliberately making his voice shake and following it with a gasp of pain. Boots kicked at him and he curled in on himself, protecting his head.

"Get up!"

Hands yanked at him again, and Aramis allowed himself to be pulled to his knees. He resisted going any higher, though. He didn't want to be in the line of fire, after all.

A gun barrel jabbed roughly against his temple.

"Get on your feet, or I will kill you right here."

Aramis saw a red dot flash on the leader's chest.

He smirked, feeling blood trickle over his lips from where his cheek was still bleeding into his mouth. The leader frowned down at him.

"Bang," Aramis whispered.

The leader fell.

Aramis snatched the gun from his hands and started firing, carving himself a path towards the three men rushing towards them. The men around him started panicking and one of them latched onto him. A knife glinted in Aramis' peripheral and he blocked it with his forearm, feeling the blade slice down to the bone. He grimaced and shot the man in the face. He tucked his bleeding arm to his abdomen and kept moving.

Porthos met him just as he broke away from the scattering enemy. The larger man wrapped an arm around his back and got a grip on his belt, hauling Aramis against his side and pulling him with him as they retreated.

Athos and d'Artagnan stepped forward, covering them as they ran – half stumbled in Aramis' case – back to the Humvee. When they got there, Porthos all but threw him into the back seat and then climbed in after him, Athos was in the driver seat a moment later and d'Artagnan slid into the passenger seat, still firing rounds back the way they'd come.

"GO!" Porthos shouted, clamping a hand around Aramis' forearm, which he dazedly realized was bleeding quite freely. "Hey, 'Mis, stay with me."

Aramis blinked at him, frowning at the lightheadedness that came over him.

Porthos leaned closer, staring into his eyes. But the way they were bouncing around made Aramis dizzy so he clamped his eyes closed.

"Concussion," he heard Porthos announce. "He's loosing a lot of blood. D'Art had me his medic pack…"

Aramis lost track of the conversation after that because with his eyes closed, it was surprisingly easy to fall asleep.

Athos shifted in his chair and grimaced. These plastic hospital chairs were hell for his back. D'Artagnan didn't seem to suffer any such discomfort because he'd been sleeping in one for hours now. The joys of youth.

Porthos was only sitting on the edge of his. He was leaning forward, elbows braced on the side of Aramis' bed, head resting wearily in his hands. He wouldn't sleep, willingly at least, until Aramis woke up. Athos wouldn't either. They'd both passed out for 15 minutes here or there over the course of the last three days, but hadn't gotten proper sleep.

Blood loss had been their main enemy this time, too much of it too quickly. When they'd gotten to the extraction point, where a medevac was mercifully waiting, Aramis' normally deeply tanned complexion was eerily gray.

Porthos had gone in the medevac with him, leaving Athos and d'Artagnan to take the regular chopper back to civilization.

Two transfusions later, it had been touch and go until recently. Finally, Aramis' vitals had leveled out and started growing stronger.

Athos glanced at Aramis' face, blinking in shock to find two sleep and drug muddled brown eyes staring at him.

"Aramis?" he called curiously, not sure if their brother was truly with them yet.

Porthos jumped, head snapping up and he leaned closer. Aramis' head rolled to face him, eyes clearing a bit at the sight of the larger Musketeer.

"There you are," Porthos greeted with a relieved smile, resting a hand on Aramis' unruly hair.

"Was I gone?" Aramis replied softly, lips quirking a bit at the familiar exchange.

"Not too far," Porthos assured. "Glad you're back, though."

Aramis grinned a little and then his eyes seemed to grow heavy again.

"Rest now," Athos instructed. "We've got the watch."

What little tension had risen, drained from Aramis' body and his eyes slid closed.

Porthos remained where he was for a moment longer before sinking back wearily into his seat.

"Sleep, Porthos," Athos instructed. "I'll rouse you if he wakes again."

The bigger man didn't argue, just folded forward and pillowed his head on his arms where he'd crossed them on the mattress.

"Wake me in a few hours to switch."

Athos nodded dutifully and settled back in his chair. His back ached, but he didn't move. He remained where he was, eyes on the door, keeping watch over his brothers.

#ficlet #whumptober #aramis #athos #porthos #d'artagnan #modern au #whumptober 2017

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