#but I also can't have her know too much or she won't stick around Soap

[ghouljams]

your fae au is WONDERFUL i kinda read every single post in one sitting and can't get enough of those fae boys (loved them all but Soap and König are my favs, mean trickster Johnny ❤my love). Do you have some more of Soap and their Darling, pretty please with a cherry on top? Maybe Soaps visits Liebling shop? Does Johnny know König, they probably wouldn't like one another but Soap never was one to get scared...

This is a good post to say: No Fae!141 do not know König! Or like, they know of him because he's a weirdo but they don't know him. Price maybe has met him, but the rest of the boys are not acquainted with the nasty boy. This is a lot of Soap's darling being an adhd queen and not a lot of romance stuff. Very territorial fae vibes tho.

We’re going to get a quick Liebling POV before jumping to Soap and his Darling because God, I love terrorizing Liebling's shop.

You’ve had very little reason to fear the creatures that enter your shop since König started hanging around. You really have no reason to fear anything with him hanging over your shoulder at every hour of the work day. König tends to keep most of the fae in line by sheer presence alone, and human customers tend to act better when they notice how imposing he is. “Scary dog privilege” is what Love called it.

That said, this one is… bad. In a way that squirms in your stomach, visceral and primal and understanding in a way that you can’t even start to think about. He looks human enough, but it’s wrong. The way he moves, limbs long and calculated, elegant and dangerous, inhuman in a way you’d expect from a spider not a man. His voice rubs against your brain like petting the wrong way on velvet, hollow behind the friendly tone, in-genuine. His eyes slide to you like water and stop, staring, Looking.

Ice cold fear grips you tight in your chest. He doesn’t like you. You know it as soon as you meet his eye that you are something he despises. Not in an interpersonal way, no, he hates you the way you would hate a cockroach. Just through the virtue of its very existence in your presence.

König wraps a hand over your eyes, warm darkness obscuring your vision. You’re thankful for it, before you remember this isn’t exactly workplace appropriate behavior. You pull at his wrist and he presses harder against your eyes. His body curls over you, growling a low warning.

-

You are just full to bursting with ideas. You feel all light and golden and your brain wheels are turning at 100 miles an hour and you are getting that sweet sweet dopamine just how you like. God, you love that brand new special interest feel.

You pull out your phone to write a few lines down that pop into your mind and then can’t stop. Johnny’s hand slides right at home on your lower back, as you type. Your shoulders jerk a little, not used to being touched when you’re in the zone. Your fingers hover over the digital keyboard, trying to come up with the next line, no this is a good stopping point for now. You look up at your neglected date and he’s not even looking at you. He’s frowning at some guy across the store. He’s talking to the woman behind the counter, spinning her toward the back room insistently. Not your circus. You turn back to the display you’d stopped in front of. 

You came in here for something, not that you remember what that was, plant stuff probably. You do have a few houseplants still desperately clinging to life. You pick up one of the cute little potted succulents and try to ignore the way the hand on your back is starting to burn. Johnny’s fingers curl against your shirt, breaking the fabric and digging into your skin. You hiss and jerk away from the feeling. Whatever spell he was under seems to break as you rub your back. Your shirt is all in one piece and the pain is gone like it was never there. Still, you’re not a fan of whatever that was.

“Thought we were looking for a notebook,” Johnny says as you hold up the terracotta pot to check for a price.

“I have a million notebooks,” You tell him, settling the pot back in its place. You look up at him, there’s something different in his face, something- huh, you don’t have the right word for it. He’s like a cat with its hackles raised. But that’s not quite right. You don’t have the right linguistic trigger to pull the word from your catalog. Not upset, almost… threatened. Almost. You’ll think of it later. “You good? We can do something else if you want.”

“I’m happy just being with you, we don’t need to do anything special.” He smiles, and it feels… hollow.

“You’re not a very good liar,” You raise a brow and his eyes widen ever so slightly before his smile turns into something much more genuine.

“Let’s do something else.” He relents. You nod, that’s much better. You don’t like being given the runaround, direct is your preference. That’s part of the reason you like Johnny so much, he doesn’t beat around the bush with you.

“We can grab lunch? I’m starving.” You tell him, letting him lead the way out of the shop. Your wrist is grabbed as Johnny holds the door for you, and you turn to see the rather frazzled looking shop girl. She presses something like crumpled paper into your palm with a tight expression.

“This is weird, I’m really sorry, but please take this,” She says and you give her a confused look but nod. She looks almost relieved, and lets you go. You follow Johnny out of the shop and open you hand curiously.

It’s paper, notebook paper, with a phone number on it and some weird name you don’t understand. You don’t really pay attention to the name on it, focus instead drawn to the silvery ring. It’s basic but pretty, not the sort of thing you’d give to a stranger. You slip it into your pocket to inspect later, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

“So, lunch! I’m thinking-” You list out a few options, meandering the conversation in whichever direction you please as Soap bites down a growl. The only thing worse than a seer is a nosy seer.

#I had a lot of trouble writing this because I was like geez putting other fae around Konig just puts them on the offensive #plus Liebling's shop rules stop a lot of conflicts and what have you #also because I'm still figuring out Soap and his Darling's dynamic #I don't know a lot about her yet she's still cooking #I'm all over the place on her character because I don't want her to be clueless like Love #but I also can't have her know too much or she won't stick around Soap #maybe he tells her #maybe Love tells her #OH WAIT HOLD ON I FORGOT GHOST AND SOAP ARE BESTIES #YEah Love tells her lol the menace takes care of things as usual #Fae!Soap #Fae Au #fae!konig #johnny soap mactavish #soap x you #soap x reader

[embarasseddragon234]

Got any more tired dad duckula au headcanons?

This ask is like, years old by now and I doubt the person who asked is still waiting for an answer, (but, if you ARE reading this I am so sorry ) but I'm gonna use this as a jumping off point to share the headcanons I've been concocting

So, headcanon time!

But first, a changed headcanon! I've decided that Duckula and Goosewing are actually Violet and Lena's (great) uncles in this Au! ^-^ Because I realized I really liked the idea of Goosewing having more family that doesn't disown him for marrying a vampire.

So one of Violet's dads is Goosewing's nephew! I haven't figured out which one yet, but it's a win-win for me, the whole Duckula/Goosewing family gets more people who love and appreciate them, and I get two more underdeveloped characters to sink my grubby little paws into! ^-^

Now for new headcanons!

-Goosewing and Junior play chess together on the regular, whether either of them are any good or not is entirely up to you, it just makes them feel smart(I like to think they make up their own rules on the fly)

-Lena and Duckula first bonded over having family members who would much prefer them to be evil and/or dead

-Related to that, Igor has chilled out considerably since the series and Junior was born, Duckula thinks it's because Junior IS interested in villainry, or maybe that Igor's just biding his time until Duckula dies and can be reincarnated again.

-The real reason is that, well, it's so much more LIVELY when the whole family's around, not that he'd EVER admit to enjoying something like that, of course

-Lena calls Duckula her second favorite uncle

-She calls Uncle Donald her first favorite uncle, mostly to mess with Duckula

Duckula: But-but- he's not your. . .?

Lena: Uncle Donald's like, everyone's favorite uncle, you can't fight it. You'll understand once you meet him.

Duckula: ????????

-He didn't pick up on the fact that she was messing with him, but either way, he DOES understand when he finally meets Donald.

-Lena doesn't ACTUALLY have a favorite aunt/uncle, but if she had to choose it'd be Vanna, obviously.

-Junior's obsessed with "normal" life the same way people are obsessed with the supernatural

Junior: Did you know that most people DON'T live in an old castle?"

Duckula: Your uncles don't.

Junior: I KNOW! Isn't that SO COOL! Vati! Isn't it cool!

Goosewing: Hehehe, Ja mien Schatzi, it is.

-He ADORES soap operas and sitcoms. He also thinks that's how non-supernatural families actually act, which causes problems, though I'm not sure what kind

-Duckula calls Junior "Little broccoli" much to his chagrin

Junior: I'm not a broccoli!

Duckula: Hehe, Well, we found you in a broccoli patch and you came out all green, that makes you my little magic broccoli!

Junior: Daaaaaaad!

-It doesn't ACTUALLY bother him, but if he lets up the cutesy nicknames would never cease

-Things Duckula has called his kid

Little broccoli

Pumpkin

Sweety

Little sprout

Duckyboos

Duckling

Ducky

Sweet baby boy

Prince

Princeling

Schatzi(little treasure)

Baby

Junior: Vati! Dad's picking on meeeee!

Goosewing; I'm sorry mein kleines Entlein

Junior: Vati NO!

-Goosewing tends to stick to a couple more common endearments, albeit a couple from three different languages (German, Romanian, and English), that he translates willy nilly

-(I am not at all sure about the non-English endearments, and I couldn't really find any Romanian ones, at least not ones I was sure were used for family members. So if anyone who actually speaks either of those languages want to give me some tips, go for it)

-Junior gets bored with Danger Mouse not too long after DM discovered he was a teenager, because while it's amusing to try and get DM fired for assaulting a minor, it won't really make him FAMOUS.(He actually realizes that it might make DM MORE famous, which is the opposite of what he wants) So he sneaks the castle off to Duckburg while everyone else is asleep to try and find some new ideas

-Junior meets PK and immediately decides he wants to be a superhero.("Superheroes are always like, SUPER popular right?" He hasn't thought this through very much. This is why you never make decisions at 3 in the morning) So he starts following him around calling himself his sidekick

-PK is. . . extremely concerned by this.

PK: You're like. . . 13? Where are your parents?

Junior: I'm 15! Why does everyone-! GAH! Whatever! ANYway, my parents are asleep, DOI, where ELSE would they be, out clubbing?

-This answer, while true, certainly doesn't make PK LESS worried, he starts assuming Junior's an orphan or something, and decides to keep him from getting himself killed playing hero

-(On that note, there's definitely an Au of this Au where Junior IS a reincarnation of 80s!Duckula, gets separated from the castle somehow, and gets adopted by Donald. Because that would be both hilarious and adorable)

-Eventually someone notices Castle Duckula showing up on the outskirts of Duckburg and Danger Mouse shows up. Not really sure how that goes down yet, but there are definitely hijinks involved

#tired dad duckula au #duck avenger #paperinik #duckula #count duckula #duckula dm15 #pkna #duckverse #all duck media exists in the same universe sorry i dont make the rules

[walugus-grudenburg]

I finally got around to building a windmill in this game. Unfortunately, while I did build a millstone:

It turns out plump helmet spawn doesn't make usable oil. So no soap for us for the moment

We do have cage traps set up now though, so hopefully there won't be any injuries to clean.

Spring arrived, hopefully that means migrants soon. Given the state of things though I wouldn't be surprised if it takes far more wealth than this to attract any, assuming the caravan even made it home in the first place.

The temple is looking a lot nicer with some statues (even an iron one). Hopefully this satisfies the very gods this fort is built to crusade for.

Guild halls also have statues now. Our workers are still far too busy to mentor others though.

Very bad news, though not particularly unexpected. Hopefully it is temporary, otherwise these <20 dwarves have a hard time ahead of them.

I'm trying to dig stuff out for a project, but this fool needs to socialize badly, and everyone else is too busy to do so.

So, I made a burrow, and forced the least useful dwarves to interact with the miner. That got them mining again, thank Armok.

Summer already. Not doing a whole lot honestly, but hopefully migrants arrive soon and that can change. If it's anything like last summer though-

Much like last summer, the evil legions of darkness have arrived!

Not too many, but one of them actually has a mace! That means they might not be as thwarted in melee combat as the crossbow wielding bretheren.

CLOSE THE GATES!

...Actually, we can't do this. We desperately need to maximize our chances of getting addtional dwarves, and that means not letting these guys stick around.

OPEN THE GATES!

NEVERMIND! One of our three soldiers has gone to get some rest! Without her who knows how futile our efforts will be against the vile darkness?

CLOSE THE GATES!

The poor unfortunate animals... But it had to be done. It was inevitable.

She's back, though her compatriot needs a drink. No matter, it's time for battle!

COME, OH MIGHTY LEGION OF DARKNESS! WE ARE READY! OPEN THE GATES!

...But they never arrived. Rather than go in our fort for a proper dwarven fight, these horrible, twisted creatures decided to track down every last tamed animal on the map and butcher them, and then they left, preventing us from avenging our fallen companions...

THIS is what the crusade is for! These vile creatures and their lack of honor need to be stopped! Remember the pets who have perished, and let them motivate us towards THEIR END! By Armok, those towers will FALL!

...Once we have more than three soldiers, that is.

#dwarf fortress #muffinskirted

[headinthestaticsky]

Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry, 'cause honestly I can make you feel better, any day Look at what you've done for me, I called it how I see You belong with me."

Stick by: BANKS

For the next few weeks Me, the Cullens, and the wolves have been keeping watch on Bella and Charlie. It wasn't an easy alliance and anytime Sam or Leah went onto patrol they wouldn't even acknowledge me. So I often patrolled with Emmett and Jasper to make things less tense. Tonight however I had no choice but to patrol with one of the wolves... a plus side about tonight though, Bella wouldn't be here... she was out with Jacob right now. I had made an excuse that I was staying with the Cullens for the night so dad wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Are you sure Darlin, I can stay behind on this hunt to be with you."

"I'll be fine...I'm sure Sam won't do anything to me. Besides, I've already hunted for the week...you haven't hunted these past two trips because of me...Go I promise I'll be fine."

He sighed before wrapping his arms around me and laying his head on my shoulder. It didn't last long however since we heard rustling behind us. We both turned to see Sam in his wolf form standing there.

"I'll see you later love."

"Bye love."

When Jasper left Sam stood next to me, he didn't look at me at all. We sat in silence for an hour when I finally decided to say something.

"Look...I know I'm probably just going to end up talking to the air tonight but...I need to get some facts straight."

Sam just huffed in his place.

"None of the Cullens turned me...if they would've gotten to me quick enough I wouldn't even be patrolling my dad and Bella right now."

Sam seemed to be staring at me out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know who he is...but someone working with Victoria turned me...If I am being completely honest I think it's the intruder we're looking for right now."

Sam huffed again.

"And I know you are absolutely disgusted with what I am now but... I really miss you, and Emily... Seth and Leah too. But I know I can't go down there anymore and Leah completely hates my guts but I just had to get off my chest." I looked away from Sam, feeling completely embarrassed that I spouted all of that out. Then suddenly, I felt some fuzzy nuzzle into my hand. I smiled and pet him, it seems he's warming up to me again.

"Thanks, Sam..."

Our heads both shot up as we heard movement and for a split second I saw firey red curls go across the way.

"Let's go Sam!" I said and started running toward her, he followed me a second afterward. She noticed us running toward her and took off back into the woods.

"Sam go back onto your territory so she can't jump back without being caught."

He followed my command surprisingly.

"I thought you were great at self-preservation Curly, but to come right to her house, right near the Cullens isn't very smart now is it?"

She didn't acknowledge me. Suddenly... something popped up in my head... I looked at Sam and winked, I mouthed to him that I had an idea.

Victoria stopped in her tracks and stuttered.

"James?"

I stopped running and crept up behind her, not wanting to let the hallucination go to waste. Carlisle was right... this second power would be useful to me. The image of James just looked at her with deadly eyes.

"James... how are you... here?"

"What are you doing with him?" "James," asked.

"It's not like that...It just so I could avenge you." Victoria stated.

"You disgust me..."

I was just about to get behind her and grab her neck when she snapped out of it and flipped me over and sent me into a tree. She took off again, leaving us in the dust. Sam jumped back over to me and nudged me with his head.

"I'm okay Sam... we need to go back to the house in case someone else shows up again. When we made it back to the house I saw Jasper and Rosalie standing in our spot looking confused.

"What happened? Why did you leave?" Jasper asked.

"We saw Victoria and chased after her...we couldn't catch her."

"Damn it," Jasper grumbled.

"Were you close to getting her?" Rosalie asked.

"I was inches away from grabbing her by the neck... I guess the hallucination I made wore off..."

"Can you tell where she's going now?" Rosalie questioned.

"I can try... the tracking is still a little wonky sometimes." I got into that trance again attempting to track her,

"It looks like she's going to Oregon..."

"Oregon what is she going to do in Oregon?" Jasper inquired.

"I can't tell..."

Before anyone could say anything else Jacob's car pulled up, Edwards was not too far behind.

"Uh oh... this can't be good," I said, I then began to jog toward the situation, it soon turned into an argument.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAINST HER WILL AGAIN!" Edward roared.

"Guys don't do this here!" Bella pleaded.

"She doesn't know what she wants."

"Hey what the hell happened?" I asked.

"Jacob kissed me..." Is all she said.

"Wait for her to say the words," Edward said.

"What... Edward do you want her to be in a relationship with him? You're losing the argument here bud. bring it back!" I thought to myself.

"Fine, and she will."

"Jacob just go okay?"

"Hey, hey hey... break it up you two," Dad said, he must've heard the commotion.

"Okay... what's going on?"

"I kissed Bella... and she broke her hand, punching my face... total misunderstanding."

I couldn't help but bust out in laughter... this whole situation was something you would find in a crappy soap opera they play at 4 in the morning when no one is awake to see them.

"What are you doing back here Fleur?" Dad asked.

I came up with a lie quickly.

"Oh I forgot some toiletries... and I came back down to get them." luckily my car was still here.

When I pretended to grab my items I came back outside, Bella and Edward were gone. I kissed my dad on the cheek and wished him a goodnight and drove back down to the Cullen's house. When I came in Carlisle was wrapping up Bella's hand, everyone else was sitting in the room with them. I sat by Rosalie and Jasper, just observing the situation, Emmett walked in with a smirk on his face.

"Geez did you try and walk and chew gum at the same time Bella?"

"No, I punched a werewolf in the face."

"Badass...you're going to be a tough little newborn."

Rosalie and I looked up, now focused on the conversation.

"Tough enough to take you on." She said with a smirk.

Rosalie slammed down the paper she was reading and left the room. Bella just rolled her eyes and sighed. I looked at Jasper and he nodded, I slinked out of the room without anyone noticing or so I thought.

"Hey, Rose."

"I can't stand your sister."

"I know the feeling."

"But at the same time... I envy her too."

I pulled her in for a hug, trying to comfort her.

I heard the slight sound of a door opening and closing again.

"What do you want Bella?" I asked.

"You can go and blather about the joys of being a newborn with someone else." Rosalie added.

"Okay... Rosalie, I don't know what I did... to make you hate me so much."

"How many times do I have to say it... If you treat someone I am really close to like dirt... then I'm going to hate your guts."

Bella scoffed.

"I envy you also Bella."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"It's not...Bella." I jumped in

"How is it not?"

"You had a choice... we didn't... none of us do and you're choosing wrong, I don't care how miserable your human life is," Rosalie explained.

"My life is not miserable. It’s not perfect, nobody’s life is perfect." Bella stated.

"Mine was. Absolutely perfect. There were things I still wanted. To be married with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own... Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town, I barely knew him. But I was young, I was in love with the idea of love. On the last night of my life, I left a friend’s house late visiting her newborn son, I wasn’t far from home… They left me in the street thinking I was dead, believe me I wanted to be. Carlisle then found me, he smelled all the blood, but he thought he was helping me."

"I'm... so sorry." I said... I had never heard how she got changed until now.

"That's terrible," Bella added.

"I got my revenge on them, one at a time. I saved Royce for last so he would know I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then."

"That's not theatrical... that's bad ass," I said, Rosalie cracked a smile.

"Things got better after I met Emmett, but we’ll always be this, frozen, never moving forward. That’s what I miss the most, possibilities, sitting on a front porch somewhere, Emmett grey-haired by my side surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter."

"I understand that’s what you want. There’s nothing I’m ever gonna want more than Edward." Bella argued.

"You’re wrong again, after you’ve been changed there’s one thing you’ll want more. One thing you’ll kill for…blood." Rosalie finished, she then walked out of the room without saying another word.

#jasper hale x reader #rosalie hale #jasper hale #jasper hale x oc #jasper cullen #carlisle cullen #emmett cullen #esme cullen #alice cullen #edward cullen #jasper whitlock x oc #jasper whitlock #bella swan #twilight saga #twilight