#ducks tw /j

[the-silent-hashira]

Love to hear about a reincarnation au for you and Lucifer!

i went ham so i'm just gonna put it under a readmore lmao its basically a fic now

“You know, I really am completely unimpressed with the selection of baked goods in the cafeteria here. Its like they aren’t even trying! I’ve had better food at a dive bar in Hell than this. Earth is so… Boring.”

“In Hell?” A soft chuckled came from Auriel. “You act as if you’ve been there before. I mean, I agree, Earth is rather boring and the cafeteria sucks, but I don’t think you’d be here right now if you knew what eating at a dive bar in Hell is like.”

“Of course I’ve eaten at a dive bar in Hell! Don’t you remember, Auriel? Its where we met.” Lucifer laughed, but the face on the other man was shocked to say the least.

“I’m sorry, have we met before?” The voice was unsure, but curious, “I’m sure that we’ve never met… And certainly not at a dive bar in Hell…”

“... You don’t remember yet,” Lucifers face twisted into something between pain and disappointment, “Well, I suppose thats alright… It took me a bit to remember myself.”

“Uhm, I don’t,” Auriel shuffled, uncomfortable, “Sir, are you alright? I think you might be mistaken.” How do you deal with a man talking about ‘remembering’ things like hes your old friend from high school?

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry, I should introduce myself! My name is Lucif- Lucien Magne. I’m-”

“You’re the new CEO,” suddenly, the other mans entire demeanor changed, as if something in him flicked a switch and knew exactly how to behave, “I’m so sorry, I should’ve noticed. My name is Auriel Soleil, I’m head of accounting! Its a pleasure, Mr. Magne.”

“... Pleasure is mine,” the others tone changed as well, now definitely showing his displeasure and disappointment.

Auriels head was suddenly swimming with possible explanations as to what could make his new boss react so poorly- sure, he was just talking rather frankly with him about things that didn’t exactly make sense, but wasn’t that just a test for him? He should’ve known who Lucien was, maybe it upset him that he hadn’t immediately known it was him and continued the prior conversation.

“ My apologies for interrupting you, sir. I should’ve-”

“I said its fine,” his voice was curt, and suddenly Auriel felt completely blocked off from him, awkwardly turning to stare forward again.

“... You act the same as you did in the beginning. Sir this, sorry that. Can’t we just be… I don’t know, normal? You don’t have to call me sir or apologize or anything like that. You really don’t remember…” He mumbled to himself, before looking back to Auriel. Clearly he was unnerved now, Lucifer could see the way his fingers tapped against his chest in an unheard rhythm, a nervous tic that seemed to have remained the exact same as he remembered.

“O-of course, si- I mean, Mr. Magne.”

“Just call me Lucien.”

“But I-”

“Please.” Ding!

“This is… My floor. Uhm, I hope you have a good day… Lucien,” and just as meekly as he spoke, the taller man quietly slipped out of the elevator with only the soft click of his heels echoing down the elevator room hallway.

“You too, Auriel.” Lucifer sighed, as the doors closed again.

—

“Ah, there you are. Its good to see you again, how are you doing?”

This time, they were standing in front of the lunch board of the cafeteria. Auriel was standing, clearly indecisive, looking intently at the board until the voice of Lucifer was suddenly next to him.

“O-oh! Si- Lucien, are you here for lunch? I’m doing alright!” He said, his voice much more confident than it had been earlier.

“I’m glad you are. I thought you might’ve turned to sludge on your way to your department with how anxious you were leaving the elevator, so I’m glad to see you’re intact. Sadly, I am here for lunch once again, looking at the piss poor excuse of a menu they have here. You’d think with as much money as this company makes they’d make a better menu available,” he said, shaking his head a little, “I could always go out to eat, but eating on your own is so boring, and rather pathetic.”

“Ahaha, yes, I suppose it would be! I tend to eat at my desk usually, but lately I’ve been finding less and less time to make myself lunches… Ever since the budget cuts, I’ve needed to work a few more hours of overtime- n-not that I’m complaining or anything, sometimes those sorts of things are necessary in order to recoup losses-”

“Its fine, you don’t have to justify yourself. Its regrettable that we’ve had to cut down on staff, but as you said, it is necessary to the company. Its why I’ve been eating here every day, why should the other employees be the only ones to eat garbage while I eat steak dinners every night? Though, I am considering maybe getting someone new to supply baked goods to the cafeteria.”

“Yes, you were saying that earlier. Admittedly, I agree, the pastries here aren’t exactly the best quality. Oh, if you want to find a good place with some really good pastries, theres a coffee shop just down the street where I get my morning coffee! They have some really astounding coffee cakes and apple turnovers.” Lucifers entire attention quickly was on Auriel.

“Apple turnovers?”

“Yes! They get fresh fruits from the farmers market every weekend, so theres always new things to try, but they stock the apple and cherry turnovers every week. I prefer the cherry, but you seem the type to like apples rather than cherries.”

“Are they still open right now?”

“They should be, why?” The genuine curiosity on Auriels face as he tilted his head to the side made Lucifer feel warm inside as a smile spread across his face.

“Lets go, then! I’ll treat you, we can get a coffee and some turnovers to go.”

“F-for lunch? Well I-” Auriel bit his lip a bit, tapping his fingers on the back of his other hand, “Alright then, I suppose that wouldn’t be terrible! Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Suddenly grabbing his hand, the shorter man basically dragged Auriel out of the cafeteria and out of the building, “Lead the way!”

Auriels brain short circuited for a moment, a vision (a memory?) of having his hand taken and pulled along through a carnival under a scarlet red sky, and being begged to play a specific game with…

“This way, I always like stopping here when I have the time. They all know me by now, its actually really nice when they already know what your order is when you walk in!”

—

The calm sound of the lake and ducks quacking along the banks of it was soothing. How he ended up here, watching his boss, the CEO of the company he worked for, chase ducks as if they were cats trying to avoid being picked up was beyond him.

“Come here, ducky ducky! Oh, you’re so pretty with your sleek coats, don’t you want some peas? I have frozen peas for you!”

“You brought… Frozen peas?” laughed Auriel, smiling as he watched the man pull out a legitimate bag of frozen peas out of a lunch box in front of him as the ducks warily stood at the lakebed.

“Of course! Bread is bad for ducks, they make them rather sick as does rice. Frozen peas are perfectly find for them to eat, though, so I always keep them on me whenever I come here,” the sound of the bag opening seemed to draw the ducks closer- clearly these ducks knew that feeding time was approaching.

“I see you come here quite often. They run from you, but the minute you opened that bag they all seem to understand you’re the food bringer.”

“I am the King of Ducks, after all,” the man squatted down, offering a handful of frozen peas out to the ducks and dropping some to the ground for them.

Those words struck something in Auriel- he’d heard that more than once before, and the smile on his face wouldn’t leave and his heart swelled in his chest. Was he okay? His heartbeat was loud in his ears, just watching this man feeding ducks seemed to make him feel… Odd.

“The King of the Ducks, ruler of the Duck Kingdom! I have to admit, its quite the prestigious title. You had to have been rather drunk when you said that, though.”

“I was quite drunk when I said it to you for the first time,” Lucifer looked back over at him, a more calm appearance on his face than the excited expression he had a few minutes earlier, “But I took it in stride, and still do. I DO love ducks, after all.”

Auriels eyebrows knit for a second, confused, but… It felt right of him to say that. A small vision of sitting in a bar, watching Lucifer drunkenly giggle with a rubber duck in his hands and saying those exact words to him.

“I’m sure you do! I bet you own an entire bathtub full of rubber ducks. Personally, I prefer-”

“Geese. Ugh,” Lucifer shuddered “Because they’re terrifying and have way too many teeth.”

“... Yes, actually. How did…?” He shook his head, “I like geese explicitly because they’re violent. I think that if people didn’t interfere with them, they’d never even bother anyone! And I find it admirable that they go to great lengths to protect their eggs! They’re beautiful creatures, and swans are related to them! I know swans are more visually pretty, but I never liked them all that much. They’re solitary animals, its rather sad to see them when they’re all alone like that.”

“They mate for life! You can’t just expect them to always move on,” Lucifer scoffed, “Sometimes you can’t move on from the person you loved for so long.”

“I think, that if I were to have someone who loved me so much that they refused to move on, I would feel very sad for them. I wouldn’t want them to remain alone forever without me. I think that they should at least try to find someone new, I wouldn’t want them to be…” Auriel trailed off, the look on Lucifers face made his heart hurt suddenly.

“... Sometimes you just don’t move on. You can’t expect that from your partner- thats for them to decide. Maybe thats what you wish for them, but they can’t help how they feel about it. Would you not date someone if they said they felt like they wouldn’t move on from a committed relationship if their partner died?” His eyes were so sad, hurt. The way his frown sat on his face, the way he avoided eye contact after the initial glance, the slight furrow to his brow…

“Of course not… I know I can’t control it, but I also wouldn’t be able to lie and say I wouldn’t be sad for them. I would want them to love and be loved, for as long as they lived. Though, I don’t think its reasonable to ask someone to die at the same time as you, so I figure that if I go first they should at least try to be happy for the rest of the time they have.”

Quiet settled over them as the ducks fed happily and Lucifer pet them.

“I think they’d die of heartbreak first.”

#🖋️ object of affection || self #🍎 apple of my eye || lucifer #💝 sweeter than candy || sfw #💌 what could be sweeter || personal writing #theres a lil bit of hurt/comfort in there lol #food tw #ducks tw /j #ofc theres ducks

[creative-time]

Ima be honest I was really expecting a really fucked up embalming scene in episode 2 of the tv series,

Gets a little descriptive of the embalming process under the cut

Like, imagine with me if you will, Duck being embalmed alive, like his jaw being stapled shut, his eyelids being stuck in place by those spikey contacts and his blood being drained and replaced with embalming fluid.

It would be like a callback to og dhmis 5 but 1,000,000 times more fucked up

#tw embalming mention #tw death process #dhmis #creative speaks #don’t hug me I’m scared #dhmisspoilers #dhmis spoilers #duck guy #dhmis coffin #tbh Becky and Joe should just hire me at this point /j

[legiblyloathed]

Ain’t He Darling? (Chapter 3)

Yandere! Wally Darling x Reader

TW: brief gaslighting in this chapter

A/N: And now, back by unpopular demand, me! It took me a bit longer than usual to brain out this chapter, mainly because I’ve been replaying Breath of the Wild to prepare for Tears of the Kingdom. Fun fact, for one innocuous paragraph in this chapter, I had to google very basic knowledge just to get by. Extra credit if you can guess which one it was. /j And now, without further ado, I present: chapter 3.

Tag list: @tikosan @itsyellow @twerkingnutella18 @azoart @elegantkidfansoul @cutsieskull @delvira-only-baby @anaki-kuroshi @jellyfish-fish

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The first thought in my mind when I wake up in a heap on the floor of my foyer is something along the lines of “My bones feel like rusty springs.” Who would have thought falling asleep against a door after a long, stressful day would cause every bone in your body to creak in protest with every bend and stretch? Not even a minute of consciousness and it’s apparent that leaving the house is gonna be a pain in more ways than one today.

The second thought is “Whoever just knocked on my door is dead to me.” Which, I will admit, is a bit harsh, but the headache that rears up from the sound compounded by the burn of every joint in my body would make anyone just a tad grouchy.

Against my body’s wishes, I force myself up off the ground, the sound of joints popping ringing in my ears. Some of the pain subsides with the release of pressure, but it’s clear that a good long soak in a hot bath will be necessary later. I allow myself a good, long stretch to wring out any remaining bubbles before relaxing with a heaving breath and opening the door.

The large stranger is smiling with an air of patience, as if he already knew of my predicament. He’s dressed rather simply: a button up shirt, a multicolored tie, and plain slacks. The emblem on his hat and bag signifies that he’s the mailman, which in hindsight should have been obvious considering the two letters clutched in his hands.

“Well, hey there, neighbor!” His voice holds the heavy twang of a southern accent that’s imbedded itself deep into his soul. “Don’t reckon we’ve met yet, have we?” His empty hand extends itself towards me as he proclaims, “Name’s Eddie.”

You’d think I’d be more accustomed to the sheer friendliness of the people around here, and yet I still have to take a moment to register the greeting and introduce myself. After a firm handshake, he offers me the mail in his other hand. “Got a couple letters for ya. You sure made friends fast!”

I let out a chuckle as I take the envelopes. “Guess I did, huh?” I respond as I take a quick glance at the two letters. One is a bright shade of pink, the other a cool blue. I look back up at the friendly man. “I’m kind of embarrassed to admit I didn’t know there was a post office here,” I say sheepishly.

To my relief, Eddie laughs. “Guess we are a pretty small neighborhood, but every town needs a mailman.” He pats his mailbag for emphasis, and I hear the light crinkling of paper rustling around inside. “Letters ain’t gonna deliver themselves, you know.” He spares a glance at his watch to check the time. “Speaking of, I still got a few more stops on the route, so I’d best be leaving.”

“Oh, alright!” I say with a smile. “Wouldn’t want to keep you. Have a nice day!”

“I will, you have a nice day, too, neighbor!” With a grin and a wave, Eddie sets off while whistling a tune. I watch him walk away for a moment before ducking back into my house and shutting the door. I debate reading the letters right there in the foyer, but my decision to skip dinner the night prior seems to have upset my weary body, which lets out a growl of hunger. The sudden realization of just how starving I was propelled me into my kitchen, where I haphazardly tossed the letters onto the table. Breakfast first, then social life.

As I start to prepare a simple meal, I happen to catch of whiff of myself.

…a bath. Breakfast, a bath, then social life.

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It’s a little past midday when I finally wander back into my dining room, the worst of the muscle pain having dissolved in hot, soapy water. The feeling left me sleepy, and I only came back to grab a quick snack from the fridge before taking a nap. However, the garish colors of the envelopes lying askew on the table are a reminder that I forgot to get around to reading them.

With a vague feeling of guilt for having functionally ignored my neighbors, I grab the envelope on top first, which happens to be the pink one. A scan of the address reveals the sender to be none other than Julie. I huff out a laugh. I should’ve guessed. After a trip to the junk drawer to locate my letter opener, I unfold the paper (Why does it smell like flowers? Does she put perfume on her parchment?) and lean against the table as I read.

Dear Neighbor,

Hope you’ve been feeling better! You seemed a little anxious at the picnic and I’ve been rather worried. I talked to Frank and he said you just weren’t adjusted to the neighborhood yet. So, I had an idea! I’d like you to come over to my house today to play with me and Frank! We still have plenty of treats leftover and a ton of games we didn’t get to play. I think we’ll all be the best of friends!

Lots of Love,

Julie Joyful <3

The whole paper is covered in doodles of hearts and smiley faces and it brings a smile to my face. I smooth the letter out as best I can. When the wrinkles are all gone, I grab a few magnets and hang it up on my fridge. My first letter! I really do make friends fast. As I beam at the page, picking up the other letter, a sense of calm washes over me. A fun day with two of my lovely neighbors. Just what I need to take my mind off-

I don’t move for a second. My eyes stay glued down to the deep blue envelope held in my hands. I know it’s a bit silly to be so scared of a simple name neatly printed on a piece of paper, but that acknowledgment does little to comfort me. All I can do is stare at the letter.

The letter from Wally.

I breathe in. I breathe out. In. Out. In. Out. I let my hand drift back down, setting the envelope and whatever it might hold within back onto the table. It almost feels dangerous to let my eyes linger on it. I walk away, leaving the kitchen without the snacks I once intended to grab.

I’m not hungry anymore.

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Julie’s house is every bit as bright and cheery as the woman who lives there. The colors border on overwhelming, both the exterior and interior being so vibrant you could make out all the furniture in the dead of night. The smell of grass, flowers, and a hint of sugar waft through the air. It’s the kind of place you can enter and know deep down you’re gonna be safe. But the single most stunning feature of her home has to be the flower garden.

I enter under a beautiful picket fence arch which has long been overtaken by interwoven pink roses. Those same roses line the garden, weaving around each other and the white stakes in the ground. Bushes of multicolored hydrangeas line the back of the house, and stepping stones made of pebbles and small glass stones forge paths through the flowerbeds. In the middle of it all is a clearing in which a yellow blanket lies covered with tea cakes and sandwiches.

I’m so wrapped up in the scenery that I bump into Frank as he carries a small tea set to the blanket. The two of us both jump in surprise, and the cups wobble on the tray for a moment before they level it out to keep them balanced. I put a hand on my chest to calm myself. “I’m so sorry!” I exclaim. “I got distracted, are you alright?”

Frank huffs a bit as he continues to make his way toward the blanket. “I’m fine, neighbor. No harm, no foul.” They lower the set to the ground, careful to keep it steady. Once he seems sure of its integrity, he looks up at me, a hint of exasperation on his face. “Just, please pay a bit more attention to where you’re going.”

With a wave of anxiety, my hands move to tuck near to my chest and tug at each other, eyes averted to a patch of daffodils. “Yeah, I’ll try. It’s just…” My sentence trails off as I admire the intricacies of the garden around us. I manage to turn back to him. “This place is incredible, isn’t it?”

Frank stands up and takes a look around too, an air of peace overtaking his grumpy exterior for a moment. “It really is. Julie works hard to keep it like this, and it really pays off.” I murmur an agreement, and we both take in our surroundings in silence for a minute or two.

The sound of the back door swinging open appears in my periphery, and a familiar, chipper voice follows it shortly. “Oh, you’re early!” Julie steps out and joins us, the small plate of warm sugar cookies in her grasp sending steam into the air. “I didn’t think you’d show up for another half hour. I’m so happy to see you!” She moves the plate to her left hand, wrapping her right arm around me in a half hug. I’m ushered back towards the blanket, and the three of us all settle down in the middle of the garden. I don’t waste a moment before picking up a sandwich and taking a bite.

We don’t chat much while we eat, though Frank does have to remind Julie not to talk with her mouth full a time or two. She seems eager for us to finish eating so we can get to the games, the buzzing energy around her so infectious that I find myself rushing to finish my lunch so I can find out what she has planned. She’s done within minutes, and it doesn’t take long before I’m also licking the errant sugar sprinkles from my fingers. We chatter about everything and nothing as Frank works their way through their meal, seeming immune to Julie’s impatience.

After a good long while, Frank finally wipes his mouth and begins to pile up our dirty dishes onto the tea tray. It doesn’t even take a second for Julie to already be on her feet, bouncing in excitement. “Are we ready? Can we play now? What should we do first?”

“First, we should clean up.” Frank seems to be struggling to balance everything as he stands up, and I hurry to my feet to take the tray from him. They murmur out a brief thank you as they push themself off the blanket. “It’s not a good idea to start running around with glass on the ground. We don’t want anyone getting hurt.” Once he regains his bearings, he kneels down to pick up the remaining few plates and a few scattered pieces of trash. “We should probably take the blanket in, too, so we don’t trip over it.”

Taking the cue, Julie bends down to pull the yellow blanket from the grass, folding it into a messy pile in her arms. “Good idea, Frank! Come on!” Not seeming concerned with waiting for Frank and me, she disappears in a flash of pink into her house. The two of us glance at each other, chuckling as we follow behind, the clinking of china marking our footsteps.

The dishes have only just touched the kitchen counter when Julie darts back into the room. She notices my looking towards the sink and rushes to say “Don’t worry about it, I’ll clean all of them later. Let’s just go!” I match her smile as I follow her back outside with Frank tailing behind.

The next couple of hours seem to soar by, the boundless energy given off by the pastel woman so contagious that I don’t even realize how exhausted I am until I stumble and fall during a game of shadow tag and find that I don’t feel like getting up. I instead stay flopped over panting in the grass, arms outstretched, staring at the sky as the shades of blue begin to fade to soft arrays of green, orange, and pink. A grey face pops into my view, peering at me from the side with their eyebrows furrowed in concern. “Are you alright? That was a pretty rough fall.” Still trying to catch my breath, I offer a thumbs up in lieu of a verbal response. Frank seems satisfied with that, and lowers himself to the ground far more gently than I had.

He’s at once nearly bowled over by Julie, who if I didn’t know better almost seems a little winded herself. With residual giggles, she says, “Wow, I haven’t gotten to play for so long in ages! I knew we were gonna get along great!”

It’s a tad awkward being the only person fully lying on the ground. I funnel all my self discipline into propping myself up, opting to lean back on my hands to continue taking in the scenery above my head. My eyes sweep over it all, noting telltale specks of stars as the sun slips away to reveal them from behind the blue. I don’t think I’ve ever such a beautiful view of the sky before.

“I agree, it’s incredible.” Frank’s voice nearly makes me jump out of my skin. It takes a second to register that I must’ve let that last sentence stray from my mind to my tongue. I keep my focus upwards, hoping no one noticed my embarrassment. It appears to have worked as he continues, “It almost looks like a painting.”

A painting. A simple, commonplace thing that shouldn’t churn my stomach, but I still feel my heart drop at the words. In my periphery, Julie leans in with a giddy look on her face. “Speaking of, you and Wally seemed to have fun yesterday. Why, you two were out by the woods so long, Poppy almost sent out a search party!” She laughs, and I deem myself lucky that she didn’t notice the blood drain away from my head.

A pale imitation of a laugh comes out with the words, “Yeah, I guess we did…” The silence in the air grows thick, for me if not for the others. The rational and empathetic sides of my brain are waging war once more, and before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Does… does he ever make you guys feel…” I trail off, struggling to find the words with two sets of eyes now focused on me. “…nervous?”

Frank’s head tilts, and he appears puzzled. “What do you mean? Why would he?”

My head begins to sink into my neck, like a turtle hiding from danger. “It’s just, I always feel like he’s staring at me, and some of the things he says while he does it come across a bit… off. Y’know?”

“Oh, that’s just how Wally is!” Julie bats at the air as if to dismiss the notion. “You’re worrying over nothing.”

As I begin to stutter out my disagreement, Frank asserts, “She’s right. He doesn’t mean any harm. You just haven’t gotten used to him yet.”

“I mean, I guess.” I push myself off my hands, the need to articulate my emotions taking over in my flustered state. “But, I got used to you guys and Poppy and Eddie within minutes. Wally just makes me feel uncomfortable.” The words are tumbling out now, and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.

When I force my eyes upward, Julie’s are already meeting them, and my gut wrenches at the uncharacteristic dour edge to her appearance. “It’s rude to talk about people like that behind their back, neighbor. He’s been nothing but lovely to you since you got here, and it’s not nice for you to treat him like some kind of threat.” A glance at Frank reveals a similar sentiment in his appraisal of me, and shame builds up within my heart. Against my will, tears begin to burn my eyes and mist my vision.

Unable to take it any longer, I push myself up. “I think I should go.” Neither of them tries to stop me. I pass through the magnificent greenery, knowing that the memory of it is going to have a permanent black mark tied to it. My hand settles on the garden gate, and I hesitate for a brief moment before deciding on “Thank you for the lunch, and for the games.” A mutter akin to that of ‘you’re welcome’ is heard behind me, and with that, I set off for my home.

The sky continues its transition to the night, and I solemnly await for the colors to fade so I can no longer see the brushstrokes in the heavens.

#yandere wally darling #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #tw yandere #x reader #horror #ain’t he darling

[thelaundrybitch]

Snoot Smooches

TURTLE DOVES

It's been a hot minute.

BUT I'M BACK!

And with the help of @leosgirl82 who assisted in these absolute shenanigans!!!

So please enjoy some Valentine's Day fun 💖💖💖

TW: Swearwords and Shenanigans

Please don't steal my work. Reblogging for others to enjoy is highly encouraged, though 🤩

Snoot Smooches

You've been with your turtle boyfriend for years, and you have a very good relationship with him and his brothers. You love each of your boyfriend’s brothers completely platonically - and they all know that.

However, you do love some shenanigans, and Valentine's Day is coming up. So you decide to decorate the lair in pinks and reds.

And you've made an executive decision on a new tradition.

Valentine's Day Mistletoe…

Hang the shit EVERYWHERE 

Hide it in drawers around the lair for quick grabbing access 

Hell, keep some in your pockets so you can sneak attack 

Absolutely carry it around on a fishing rod, like you would with a donkey and a carrot 

BUT have fun trying to explain the mistletoe fishing rod to your turtle bf....

"I'm TRYING to kiss your brothers! Do you MIND?!"

Your turtle bf be like 🤨🤦🏾‍♂️🤷🏾‍♂️

“Fine. But don't come running to me when you're in trouble”

Game on

Leo

Leo would be a gentleman and let you snoot smooch him

But be horrendously embarrassed about it 

Internal screeching

If turtles could blush

He's gonna be the one that's probably secretly wiping it off after you’ve skipped away victoriously

Texts his brother immediately to tell him about your shenanigans

Freaking tattle tale

He gets a second snoot smooch

As punishment 

Raph

Facepalm

From him

To you

Also 'biffed' 

*Biff* - To smack one's palm heel against the offender's forehead.

He would absolutely use the one finger on the forehead method to push you back 

With that look of HAve you LOSt your DaMN MinD?

OR he'd be grabbing both shoulders and spinning you to do an about-face and just say, "Nope."

Just keeps bringing you back to your bf like, "KEEP HER OCCUPIED"

He'd be so done with your shit by the end of the first week

Just wearing him down. 

Day by day. 

Like the annoying little sister that won't quit 

And it's easier to just get it over with 

Finally, he'd be like 

"FINE! ONE!"

But he'd honk your nose or some shit and drag you back to your bf

Don

I can see Don being an absolute asshole to you

Calls your bluff

He's gonna be the one who wets his lips for a slobbery smooch

You'll be walking up

With your donkey stick

And a maniacal smile across your face

Wiggling the brows like two dancing caterpillars

And he'll look horrified

But only for a split second 

He'll start licking his lips so they are super spitty

Then get up and chase you around with duck lips

You'll be screaming NOOOO! like a five-year-old trying to get away from the icky older brother

Insert slappity slaps when he captures you

Mike

This one, you'd have to keep one eye on. 

Mike. He's always their wild card. He likes to keep you on your toes

But mostly his brothers.

He's such a shit

NO SHAME

He'd be sliding in all puckered up

Right here, babes... Pointing to his lips

He's all in

Wants ALL the smooches

Will turn his face right before you land said kiss so he gets an actual smooch

Then run through the lair yelling about it like the town crier

Bonus Turt Time

Jehannet (J)

Would be super sweet and accept said smooch

Prefers a cheek kiss.

But will let you snoot smooch him

Then after your sweet little kissy-poo, he'd suddenly be like, "I LoVe KiSsEs"

And grab you to smooch a barrage of kisses all over your face while you squawk and squirm trying to get away

Totally makes sure he does it in front of the brother you’re dating

Just to get a reaction 😂

Basilio

Good luck with Basilio LOL

*goes in for snoot smooch, ends up in headlock* 

Walks you back to your Turt BF in said headlock

"I think this is yours"

"Oh, thanks Bayz! A bit closer, though… I'm at the perfect height to kiss my bf," you sass him - whilst your head is at crotch level

Bayz: let's go immediately and walks away with his hands in the air

Later on, Basilio would be standing under one, not realizing it was there.

You'd try to sneak attack him

But dude is a weathered ninja, so he'd slip away at a speed walk

And you would chase him.

Yelling that he can't outrun tradition!

And true to character, Mike and J would chase Basilio and pin him down so you could get a smooch in LOL

Wanna know more about J & Bayz?

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Basilio

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[ryuuzn]

Highschool/College Scenarios with 5wirl + Scara⛄️

Some fluff scenarios with 5wirl + scara, some are a bit short and scaras is a but long so sorry.

TW! slight nsfw with scaras

>Highschool/college partner!heizou - he would always pick you up once class is over, he would bring you to the cafe that is connected to the library and let you order stuff. While studying for your finals, most of the time he would tease you and you would get distracted by his flirty pick up lines. He would kiss your cheek from time to time while you both study. He rarely studies even while being with you but always ends up with better scores than you. You can’t think of how he is able to score more than you even though he barely studies….(he’s just cheating LMAO /j he’s just really smart he doesnt need to study)

Highschool/college partner!xiao - similar to heizou, he doesnt study because he knows he’s too smart for it. He would be your personal tutor to help you on your tests and exams. Everytime you aren’t getting tutored by him for the test this week, you would get a low score. During your tutoring time with him, if you manage to get a question correct he would kiss your cheek and if you pass on your test/exam then he promised to take you out or buy you something to eat. You’ve never felt so appreciated then ever

Highschool partner!aether - you and him both fail tests/exams because you both are dumb as hell. Even if you two study together, you and him would end up with low or average grades. One time aether would able to get a high grade which made the teacher suspicious of him and later on found out that he was cheating on the test. You on the other hand study the hardest than anyone else but still get bad grades (hehe relateable). Will both you and aether ever graduate highschool?

Highschool/college partner!kazuha - Kazuha is smart in general and he’s very helpful. He would help many students on their studies and they always pass with flying colours. Yet he rarely wants to help anyone else because he wants to spend time helping his baby. You two would either be at the school library or at a cafe that is connected to a library to study for finals. If you get caught off guard by one second he would kiss your cheek so that you can get back to focus. Though he doesn’t know that him kissing your cheek just makes you more riled up, meaning that you arent able to concentrate at all.

College partner!venti - Similar to aether, he’s dumb as a duck. He would always asm you for the answers on the test because he “doesnt” have time to study. You always say no because majority of the time he is spending is going out to play games or drink with his friends yet he continues to ask you for help. He then says he’ll get you anything if you agree to help him and your eyes sparkled. Say goodbye to his wallet.

College partner!scara - you and scara are studying together at a nearby library cafe. You both have headphones on listening to calm music as you both study for finals. As he was studying, he noticed that you kept looking towards him. He then looked at your paper and noticed that you’ve been copying his answers the whole time. He grabs your headphones and says “Hey! why are you copying my answers.” you snark, “what? im just copying your answers because im too lazy to do this. its soooo boooorrrring” you say then he switched seats and sat next to you. You were a little confused but didn’t mind becauss it felt warmer after he got closer. You turn to look at him and he suddenly kisses you deeply, you pushed away and locked eye contact. “Do your work or i’ll punish you” he says. “and what if i want punishment hm?” you said as you smirked. His face grew more red and faced away from you fuck why is this bitch tempting me he thinks. You poke him on the cheek and he turns around “oh yea? if you want punishment so badly, might aswell do it here” he says as ge went below the table. Your eyes widened and kicked him “Not here dummy! lets just get in the car” you said. You’re in for a long night tonight.

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[thecameronchronicles]

Scrapper

TW: Smut. Language. Mentions of blood. 

SUMMARY: After you get into a fight defending your relationship, your boyfriend helps mend you…in every way…

WORD COUNT: 1200

*Request*

Scrapper

Everything happened so quickly that it existed as a blur. The words disregarding your relationship with JJ and how he would get bored of someone already "used by half of the Outer banks" had your hands prompting a shove to your instigator. She was quick to retaliate with a pull of your hair while shouting obscenities about your collective group of pogues. The details of what she spoke of were lost to you in majority as you could only focus on the red you were seeing. 

Fists and blows were exchanged as you only lost dominance once when one of her friends distracted you long enough for her to get a swing, the end of the fight coming from JJ pulling your waist towards him and lifting you away from the scene. 

The adrenaline still remained within your veins, pumping behind your daze as he pulled a first aid kit from John B's bathroom cabinet. 

"Usually you're the one playing nurse to me…"

"God, I just can't stand her. Fucking touron…Comes once a year and thinks she knows us…you…"

"What exactly DID she say about me that made you so…aggressive?"

"That you…were gonna get bored with me…" You winced as he applied peroxide to your brow, dirt and rocks picked out as you continued. 

"I heard her say something else about you ending up in Juvie, if not prison, and I just lost it…"

"It was actually pretty hot…Watching you all rough and tumble and tunnel vision to protect and defend…" You rolled your eyes. 

"You think everything I do is hot…" He nodded, leaning into you as you sat on the edge of the vanity, his hands on your thighs as his thumbs made soft circles over your skin. 

"Can't help that my girl is sexy…" He teased your neck with his lips as your eyes closed to bask in the feeling of his lips. But a sudden press of his fingers over a specific scratch left behind by her manicure had you wincing. 

"Here…" He reached into the bandages, pulling out a fluorescent orange that made you wince. 

"Any color but orange…" You groaned as it was youreast favorite of the variety. 

"That's all that's left, sweetheart." 

"What?! No, there has to be something else…" You reached for the box but he showed you all that was left had been those brazen orange bandages. With a grunt, you pouted towards his expression. He grinned at the thought of the tribulations before you and all you cared for was the specific hue of a bandage. 

"I don't want to walk around with an orange smear on my cheek-"

"Maybe you should've thought of that before you decided to embody Rocky Balboa, sweetheart…" Your pout worsened as he moved closer between your legs, enough to feel the erection pressed into your thigh. 

"I've never had anyone defend me like that, you know…Nobody willing to throw fists…" His lips ghosted your own before he withdrew. 

"So goddamn sexy…"

"Oh really?" He nodded, pulling your knuckles to his mouth, kissing their bandaged wounds until moving to your fingers, teasing their edges until you ducked. 

"How battered are you?" He breathed a deep exhale as you shrugged. 

"My knees are fine…"

'Your knees?' The second the words left his mouth came the moment of realization as he nodded. 

"Nuh uh…my girl is gonna be taken care of…" He moves between your legs, pulling each one over the shoulder in which they belonged before committing to your core. Tongue quick in flicks to your clit, your fingers wrapped within his hair, tugging as he found and fondled the most sensitive patch between your folds, seducing it with his tongue before sending you into violent volts as he sucked it. 

"J! I'm gonna come!" 

"Mmm hmm…" He moaned into you, pulling you tighter into him with the grip he had around your thighs, until your body offered that release. He recanted the warmth of this kiss to bask in the afterglow of your orgssm, before you would challenge him.

"That all you got, Maybank?"

"I didn't want to hurt you…" He teased, tracing the marks left by your opponent, even if she faired much worse. 

"I think I've proven I can handle myself…not as fragile as I look…" He teased your fingers down his torso as he carried his hands to your cheeks, a gentle guide having forced you to focus on him. 

"The things I want to do to you…you won't be able to walk, you'll be so sore…"

"I can handle it…" You leaned to try and kiss him, but he moved his hands to your hips until you were bent over the sink, shorts disposed along with his own, as he lined himself into your folds, collecting your come at his head, before teasing your entrance as you spoke. 

"I want that brainless touron to know how well you take care of me…Make me scream J…"

"Don't I always?" He asked with a grin of pride as this was usually the truth. 

"Louder." He liked his lips, pounding into you with fingers back to your clit. His motions of fulfillment were already enough to draw his name in volume, but the overstimulation of his fingers had you belting out his entire name as he smirked behind you. 

"Look how fucking beautiful you are…especially with all those little marks…" He lifted you to look into the mirror, hand around your neck as your fingers wrapped around his hold. 

"I'll give you some of my own…" He sucked against your shoulder and neck in vampiric hunger and leaving behind bruising of his mark before refocusing on your reflection. 

"You don't ever need to defend anything. But it's hot as fuck that you did…makes me see you're just like me…" 

"No, J-" You rasped. "I'm better…" 

"Oh?" He scoffed behind his own heavy breathing as you nodded. 

"Because I always win…" 

"Then take your prize, sweetheart…take every fucking bit of it-" He was harsh, hissing and moaning behind you as his fingers ravaged your hips, guaranteed to mark your body even more. And to this, you basked. His cock was deeper than it had ever been and moving in a pace to prove a point you both already knew well. He was yours. And you were his. No tourons, pogues, or Kooks would ever change that. 

"J!" You acknowledged as he lifted his gaze to you within the reflection of the mirror. 

"Look at us…look at how you look on your edge…"

"I'm so fucking close…"

"Look at me…please…I want you to look at me when you come…" He nodded, biting his bottom lip as you reached around behind his head and craned your dominant hand around his neck as your other hand wrapped around his wrist. 

"You're gonna make me come, J-"

"Come with me baby, please…Please come…" He breathed in hot exhales as you nodded. 

"Ah-"

"Fuck-"

"J!"

Your name would be the final intelligible pronunciation following grunts and groans before you'd reached a mutual sexual expiration.

"Shit…" He breathed in finality, redressing and assisting in your own before kissing your nose as he'd always done with every encounter you had. 

"Can still want me to get you another bandage, don't you?"

"I'd say I’ve earned it…" You winked as he rolled his eyes and pulled you away from the bathroom. 

A round of applause from your group of pogied left you in a light blush as Kiara moved to you with a beer. 

"Do you need ice or something?" Sarah added. 

"Nah…"

JJ beamed with pride as the girls looked you over. Some conversation between the boys had you catching only its tail end that made you smile. 

"What can I say? My girl's a scrapper…"

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[overflowing-with-words]

half hearted boy, maybe we'll have more connection || lloyd g.// harumi j.

a/n: something something angst i whipped up at three in the morning two months ago and just remembered to fix today!! <3 tw: death, blood, angst.

· · ·

Lloyd doesn’t cry when he sees Harumi die, swallowed by a swirling tsunami of bricks and dust. There’s too much adrenaline rushing through his blood, too many teammates that need him and too many stakes at hand to consider what he just lost.

The tears come later, in heavy shaking sobs, when he’s alone and alive and okay— as okay as he can be in the empty cold hospital room. It hits him like a brick to the chest, when he’s turning at the end of the battle to look for her face through the crowd, maybe exchange a few last sentences before she was gone again.

But she’s gone for real, now, and he doesn’t want to believe it.

So he doesn't.

He hauls himself out of bed, ignoring shaking limbs and burning cuts, fresh stitches that are tearing open as he walks through the abandoned broken city streets, hood pulled over his stiff form to hide any unwanted attention.

Lloyd’s still wearing his green gi underneath, blood stained and torn to scraps in a few places. (He had the chance to take it off, to change into clothes that aren’t carrying a decade’s worth of bad memories, but he doesn’t because it reminds him of being powerless again, and he can’t be.)

He searches the streets, unfamiliar after so long of ducking away from them in fear of discovery, eyes sweeping over piles of rubble and dirt until he finds what he’s looking for.

Then he digs. He digs until his hands are a bloody tearing mess of blisters and scrapes and cuts, until his knees are burning and his gi is soaked with sweat, because she. Can’t. Be. Dead.

Not when he hasn’t said sorry for not saving her fast enough, for killing letting her family die so many years ago (for every ounce of pain he ever caused her unknowingly because she didn’t deserve it and neither did he, even if he was ten and it was an accident and)

He digs and screams her name until his throat is hoarse and he’s pretty sure the sun is rising and someone will have noticed he’s gone (till soft golden rays are falling over the dust just right so it looks like her brown eyes in the sunset) and he can’t look anymore because everything hurts.

Harumi doesn’t cry when her parents die, swept away in a flood of dust and crumbling walls (and something red and sticky that pours down her forehead that she can’t think too hard about), because there are too many people screaming, too much smoke curling in her lungs like a murky hand closing around her throat, too many questions buzzing in her mind to face the biggest one she has.

She cries later, when the nurses are gone and she’s sitting in a terribly empty waiting room alone, waiting waiting waiting (still waiting) for parents who will never come. Quiet, ugly, sobs slip through her lips and she drinks in the tears (and pretends that her mother will come wipe her tears if she cries for long enough. She doesn’t.)

When she’s finally been in the waiting room for long enough, Harumi stands up and walks out the door, quietly enough that the receptionist doesn’t look up and offer her yet another cup of water, like that’s going to solve any of her problems. (They called her the Quiet One, so she will be.)

She walks through the rubbled streets, past the noodle shop her mother loved (it’s doors has caved into a unbreakable wall and she knows there’s a metaphor there but she’s too tired to find it,) till she reaches home.

Or home as she remembered it, because now there’s nothing there but a pile of terrible bloodstained dirty cement.

She breaks her nails against sharp edges and finds her old toys, buried in a mound of dust and glass that she thinks used to be their coffee table, and hugs them to her chest, a last shard of the fragile, broken thing she used to have.

(People whisper things about how she was too young for this, too small and too innocent for something so terrible to happen to her, but Harumi doesn’t think tragedy has a age limit.)

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[medtech-mara]

11 & 13 for mara

TW: Addiction

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okokokok...... so let me just... hehehuhuhe. okay. so. let me start with the heavy hitter.

11. Does Mara have any addictions?

Yes, so let me start with saying.... she hates water, unless it's real water, but until recently, that wasn't a luxury she could afford. Coffee all day, she gets off work switches to beer til bed. So yes, she is a bit of an alcoholic? however, she's able to keep it professional, the only times she ever seemed a little unprofessional is the few times she's gotten a bit to wild at the clubs.

She may or may not have an addiction to SynthCoke? She will deny it, say it's what helps her get up in the morning and ready for her run considering the last few months she's been ran ragged living a double life. The tax of working full time at the clinic Blue Remedies Health Clinic with an influx of patients coming into the area, a rippling affect from the Megabuilding 10's clinic and pharmacy closing, and on the weekends, or shit sometimes during the week, she'd have to go do gigs with NIGHT RAID or mooking around her neighborhood with J I H Z Z Y clearing out Valentinos from her turf ending their harassment in the area. All while trying to duck her best friend and co-owner of the clinic, so he doesnt find out who Panthera really is. (he knew lol). Gotta have something to take the edge off.

And... Well.. Lets be real here, since its you and me anon. The worst addiction Mara has, was one I did not expect. It's one that is ruining her life, it's one that plagues her mind, the one driving her to a fate worse than death. Mara's real addiction is for cyberware. Pushing herself beyond her limits and the pursuit of power is really the true killer here. See.. Mara has promised herself to Maxtac, who want to recruit her for the C-Swat, under certain conditions. However.. If she goes cyberpsycho before her brother is taken out of cryostasis, she will be captured, and chipped against her will. She will have lost all her freedom, I will have lost her until rescued if that was possible? OH MY GODDDDDD, I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT IDEA!!!

It's pretty heart breaking to think that I've already came close to losing Mara, witnessing Jack's death dropped her humanity down to 1 humanity point, I had lost the MAX i could lose from a traumatic event..... If Mara hadn't gone to therapy after installing that borgware. *phew* tysm jihzzybby. he pushed her to go.

13. Does Mara like Poetry?

Yes, she does. I wouldn't say she goes out of her way to read it, but from time to time on her smoke break she might look for something that fits her mood, which lets be real, was pretty moody most the time. Feeling of isolation, though she was surrounded by more people in her life than ever.

TYSM FOR ASKING!!! AAAHHHHHHH!

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[hyalene]

` - 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. – soundtrack. *     ◟    :    〔   madison beer  ,      ciswoman    +   she / her    〕      julia    markin ,      some say you’re a  twenty-four year old  lost soul among the neon lights.      known for being both  poised  and  self-sabotaging,  one can’t help but think of  jackie's only happy when she's up on the stage  by   morrissey  when you walk by.    are you still a    associate   /     principal ballerina  at    hanging man   /   new york ballet company,     even with your reputation as the ouroboros ?     i think we’ll be seeing more of you and a neglected bottle of spumante left to burst in the freezer,  ants swarming a cast aside strawberry sucker, when the rose overgrows so does its thorn although we can’t help but think of  brooke maddox  ( mtv's scream ),  hannah geist  ( antiviral ),   mitsuko souma  ( battle royale )    whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴:   julia miranda mirkin . 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴(𝚂):  jules . j . juju . 𝙰𝙶𝙴:  twenty - four . 𝙱𝙸𝚁𝚃𝙷:  11 january 1999 .     syracuse,  new york . 𝚂𝙴𝚇𝚄𝙰𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚈:  bisexual . 𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂𝙷𝙸𝙿 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂:   single . 𝚉𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙲:  capricorn sun.  scorpio moon.  capricorn rising.  aquarius venus. libra mars. 𝙿𝙷𝚈𝚂𝙸𝚀𝚄𝙴:  stands at five feet, seven inches.  on the sylphine side.    this,   however,   does  not  equate  to  the  absence  of  sinew–––    due  to  years  of  ballet  training,    some  muscle  shows,    most  prominently  in  her  biceps,    her upper  back,    &    her legs. 𝚅𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴𝙲𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙼 (𝚂𝙿𝙾𝙺𝙴𝙽):  madison beer . 𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  principal ballerina at the new york ballet company. 𝙰𝙵𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽:  associate to hanging man. 𝙸𝙽𝙵𝙻𝚄𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂:  angela hayes  ( american beauty ).  beverly  ( everybody wants some ).   pearl prynne  ( the scarlet letter ).  willa ferreyra ( succession ).  molly gunn  ( uptown girls ).   rosaline   ( after juliet ).  cherry valance ( the outsiders ). jane margolis ( breaking bad ). maria khoreva. chemtrails over the country club. tidal.  

tw: murder, body image, parental pressures.

𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: - the city always manages to accumulate the most snow at the year's start. it's been measured, fixed as fact : cyclically, verglased pathways vex those in search of a way through one scene into another, the algor that had been viewed with awe upon its introduction into each little life grown old to ones with experience. this, of course, is when you make your entrance. 'little coppelia', your grandmother muses aloud as your small frame curls into itself in her arms. 'she's a quiet one.' they aren't constraints. 'that's unusual –– for when they're so fresh.' not yet. 'she'll do well.'

- you're watching mama set into a poetic form of motion before your first steps are in the realm of possibility–– if not on stage or inside studio walls, then it's a cooldown to the cooldown from before on the den's rug. if not that, then rolling out tense muscles through the doorway to the master bedroom. but try as she may, there's never a full release, never a whole relaxation for her, you deduce after some years. winter winds sinew tight, but spring & summer should provide some sort of getaway, no? no. not with the chill embedded into the bones of the home. not with the held tongues & hollow spaces.

- your father provides a harbinger for hope of that frore thawing, though. it's often late when he gets home, long past the moon's ascendence into the sky or on the brink of early morning, but even mama bends her iron will to let him peek into your room & come wish you the best yesterday or tomorrow (the lines began blurred together) before ducking out & leaving you to let your imagination fill in the lacunas. where mama is strict, your father tells you in these brief exchanges that you inherited his smile to make up for your delitescent fighting spirit–– whether some needless negotiation over homework with another private school teacher, an argument kindled by your own reckless whims with a week-long boyfriend, a wave of drama within your friend group. . . there's been a need to be at the center of something since before you began ballet training.

- that had been as soon as it made sense : as in your infantile posture was judged as a nice foundation for forging a successor of sorts / as in you were walking without tumbling forwards on every other attempt to take more than three steps . you were known for your mother's work ethic without being a natural possessor of it, expected to mirror the way she so prettily stitched her lips shut. you were barely five, tugging at straying, fraying threads to canvas slippers, hand put right back in place every time it was tugged away.

#LAWLESSINTRO #will be cracking down on the rundown tn ! #xoxox

[spaciin]

* PINNED POST .

Hey, I'm Spade and I run this multifandom ask blog, I've been inspired by a few blogs and thought it would be cool to try it out myself. I don't know english that much so it's sorta weird sometimes but I'll try my best. I'm on summer break so this blog may be more active.

001 . RULES

You can request almost anything, as long as the topics aren't heavily gore, heavily sexual, or offensive subjects, I'm fine with angst and sometimes touchy subjects. I will also remove requests that make me uncomfortable or it's hard to write for me like please NO mpreg, mechpreg, child death/abuse, animal death/abuse, etc.

I will write them as scenarios or HCs, I won't do match ups tho.

Please select maximum of 5 characters in any fandom.

The only Transformers continuities I do are Prime and Animated but there can be exceptions if I know the character! (Even minor characters in IDW like Skilz, Flamewar, etc.)

Interactions between all the characters are fine too lol

Please check if the inbox is open before requesting, I will close my inbox if I get too many asks.

I will read every ask I receive and try to answer all of them even feedback is welcome.

I'm a bit wary of personal questions but you can ask.

002 . FANDOMS & CHARACTERS

TRANSFORMERS

PRIME & ANIMATED

Optimus Prime (Prime & Animated)

Ratchet (Prime & Animated)

Arcee (Prime)

Bulkhead (Prime & Animated)

Bumblebee (Prime & Animated)

Wheeljack (Prime)

Smokescreen (Prime)

Ultra Magnus (Prime)

Prowl (Animated)

Megatron (Prime)

Soundwave (Prime)

Starscream (Prime & Animated)

Shockwave (Prime & Animated)

Steve (Prime)

Knockout (Prime)

Breakdown (Prime)

Jazz (Animated)

Sentinel Prime (Animated)

Blurr (Animated)

Jack Darby (Prime)

Miko Nakadai (Prime)

Raf Esquivel (Prime)

Sari Sumdac (Animated)

MURDER DRONES

Uzi Doorman

Serial Designation J

Serial Designation N

Serial Designation V

WELCOME HOME

Wally Darling

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Home

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DON'T HUG ME I'M SCARED

Red Guy

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Duck

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Tony The Talking Clock

Lesley

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003 . MASTERLIST

Masterlist 001 [coming soon]

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[tyleroakland]

[cis male and he/him] Welcome to Aurora Bay, [TYLER OAKLAND]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [CHRIS HEMSWORTH]. You must be the [THIRTY EIGHT] year old [FIREFIGHTER AT FIREHOUSE]. Word is you’re [HONORABLE] but can also be a bit [ABRASIVE] and your favorite song is [IN COLD BLOOD BY ALT-J]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [FISHER’S COVE]. I’m sure you’ll love it! 

basics

Full Name: Tyler Oakland Nickname(s): Ty, Oakland Date of Birth: May 17th, 1985 Age: Thirty-eight Height: 6′7″ Markings: various tattoos all around his body Gender & Pronouns: Cis-man & he/him Orientation: Heterosexual Occupation: Firefighter (previously a member of SEAL Team 6) Relationship status: Single Pets: a German Shepherd mix named Luna, two chickens and two ducks

tw: death, injury, war, explosions, hostage situation

bio

Born and raised in Houston, Texas, Tyler had his life pre-set for him. Active and curious from way back when he was a child, he knew by the time he was nine that he would be in the Navy. After all, his father was, as was his grandfather and great-grandfather; it was legacy, and Tyler had absolutely no say in it. Not that he really complained - he was a good little soldier already, following orders as expected out of him.

By the time he was eighteen, he was already enlisted in the Navy, and by the time Tyler had graduated high school, he already had his bags packed. In a way, he was excited himself, curious to see what the world was like once he was out of the under his father's control. Granted, he was going head-first into a much more controlled enviroment, but Tyler was thrilled nevertheless. Even when it meant early mornings and gruelling days, he was still excited.

And his excitement showed. Smart and capable, over the years, Tyler rose amon the ranks, getting recruited to be among the best.. The tasks, the missions he was assigned to became more and more difficult, but he didn't look away from the challenge, always being more than willing to do whatever was needed of him, and then some more. Before he knew it, the missions he was given became more and more secretive, and the questions he received from regular people would simply remain unanswered. As his life began evolving around his career, Tyler gave himself all in, dropping everything else. Having a family became something he could only but dream about, having friends meant knowing those in his squad. Some of those he knew rose through the ranks with him, and some came and went as quickly as the missions ended.

Tyler's life became one big redacted document. He closed off, the cheeky, happy guy becoming a serious and collected soldier. It was kill or be killed, survive the night or not that Tyler went through on a daily basis, but he didn't mind it. That was what he was good at, that was what was expected of him, and he was a dutiful soldier.

Nearly two years ago, Tyler was part of the group responsible for one of the regular missions they were tasked with. Only, it was nothing ordinary; he would have lied if he said that all the missions were successful (life didn't work that way), but this one fell apart as soon as they landed in their destination. It was almost as if the enemy knew that they'd be coming, and they were prepared; within minutes, Tyler had lost the majority of his teammates, his best friend included. Death was inevitable and part of the business, Tyler had learned to accept it, but this was overwhelming. The enemy was so damn overwhelming. No matter what he or the remaining teammates did, they were being caught in every step, almost like the enemy knew everything. The best team in the NAVY, and the enemy was wiping the floor with them. Still, Tyler did not give up; he was among the very few still standing, even if injured, but he kept going on. Then, the explosion overwhelmed everything, and the world went blank.

Waking up in the enemy prison was the easiest part of what was about to follow. The following months were spent in utter horror, and to this day, Tyler is not willing to tell the stories or what happened there. The only time he's done it was after he was requested to provide the full statement after the hostage exchange, and even so, Tyler barely cooperated. Months upon months were spent in the hospital while he slowly healed after the torture endured, and while his body seemed okay, his mind was forever shattered. The mission felt like a set up, a great way to clear out some unwanted people, and Tyler could no longer trust the government he had served for nearly two decades. So when the decision was made to allow his to retire early, Tyler did not argue.

Going back to Texas did not feel like the right option, so a little under five months ago, Tyler finally picked out a small house in one of the neighborhoods in Aurora Bay, buying it using the settlement and retirement money he had received. He had always wanted a peaceful life by the ocean, with some animals, so when he came across some chicken and ducks in the farmer's market, he didn't hesitate buying them. It was a calm life, plagued with nightmares, but the man knew he needed it. He was retired, his life's plan gone and destroyed, but despite all of that, he knew better than to simply give up.

@aurorabayaesthetic

#aurorabay.intro #bio

[moonbeam-dragon]

Light of Our Lives Part 6

Moonrise! It’s been a while since I posted. But here’s this. It’s been a while for Paris-Jaide, too. Tw: Angst, cussing.

It was all over the news again.

“ST. CANARD DAM TRAGEDY ONE YEAR AGO TODAY.”

They had memorials to the Pilligas family, the trio of mice lost in the accident. Pictures of the parents were on the front page of every paper. Their daughter stood between them in each and every one. There was subline after subline about Quiverwing Quack and her disappearance. “Where is she now?” people were asking. “Quivering Quiverwing Quack Quits.” It had been a whole year since she was seen. Since her failure. “Unlike Darkwing, She Knows When To Quit.”

Tom Lockjaw was on the screen of the Mallards’ TV set, a picture of Quiverwing behind him. “It seems after killing the youngest Pilligas, Quiverwing Quack has chickened out. It begs the questions: Will she return? Will she be missed? What are her thoughts on this situation? Is she guilty? Will Darkwing Duck finally take the hint and-”

“Can you shut that off?” Gosalyn asked as she came downstairs.

Launchpad frowned, rushing to find the remote and change the channel. He managed to do it, but it turned to another news station, with Quiverwing’s picture on it. “On it, Gos.” Launchpad bit his fingernails, changing the channel again. It went to another news station with Quiverwing’s name being spat on. After a few more channels talking about the incident, Launchpad just shut off the TV. “You know what? Today’s a good day to save electricity.”

Gosalyn groaned and went to the kitchen. “Isn’t there one person with sympathy in this town?!” She grabbed the box of cereal and poured it in her bowl. “It’s not like I threw her in or anything. Didn’t someone see me trying to pull her up?” She slammed the box down. “And what about the people I did save? Doesn’t any of that matter??”

Launchpad bit his lip, not sure how to respond. Gosalyn’s moods were bad enough. But this particular subject was difficult. “You know how the media is, Gos. They like to gossip. You see how they talk about your dad.”

“That’s different. They’re calling him a short wannabe goth who does parkour and startles police officers,” Gosalyn pointed out. She jabbed a hand at the television. “They’re calling me a murderer!”

Sighing, Launchpad sat on the other side of the table from Gosalyn. “I know. You did try to save her. People should think of that more.”

“I’m a person behind that mask,” Gosalyn spat, as if she was still wearing it. “Don’t they know I still exist? That I’m seeing this bullshit?!”

 Launchpad didn’t even care to berate her for her language. “News people don’t care about that. Remember Bianca Beakly?”

“She tried to kill my father and trick me into helping. Of course I do,” Gosalyn said darkly. “This town can be so screwed up.” She saw a newspaper on the side of the table and saw the picture of the Pilligases. She sighed. That poor girl. She was innocent. She didn’t deserve to die. She didn’t deserve what she got. She deserved better. “I hope she’s at peace. That would make me feel better,” Gosalyn muttered to herself.

___

Paris-Jaide looked at the TV sadly, seeing the pictures of her birth parents with her. She didn’t remember taking that picture. Not exactly. But she did notice that her parents weren’t touching each other. They had their hands in front of them, folded all prim and proper, just like how they were dressed. Paris-Jaide was the only one smiling, but her parents stared at the camera solemnly. She felt empty and sad realizing she wasn’t being hugged, held, or had a hand on her shoulder. It felt so lonely. Her nose twitched as she thought about it.

Elmo had been tinkering with some gadget, and heard Paris sniffle. He turned and looked at his daughter. He hadn’t heard the news with how focused he was. “-Quack killed Markus, Jolene, and their daughter J-” Elmo glowered at the news and snapped his fingers, shutting off the TV. “Don’t you dare make my daughter cry,” he scolded. “Apologize for playing that!” He waited a moment for a response, then smiled at his daughter. “She’s sorry.”

Paris-Jaide looked down, pulling her knees to her chest on the couch. Her nose kept twitching as she spoke. “That picture. It was so sad.”

Elmo raised an eyebrow, setting down his project and looking at her. “The family picture?”

“Mhm. I felt so lonely.” Paris curled up and hugged herself. “They look unhappy.”

Elmo frowned deeply, standing up from his work desk and going to the couch. “Oh, my bright bulb. I’m sorry.” He sat next to her, wrapping his arms around her gently and holding her tight. “I know it’s hard to think about. Believe me, I know exactly how that feels.”

Paris started tearing up, coming out of her little ball to throw her arms around Elmo and hug him. She started crying and hid her face in his shoulder. Elmo rubbed her back. “You’re not alone anymore. I got ya.” If only they could cut their pasts away completely, the way Bud had. But his family was dead of natural causes and he chose to leave it behind. Elmo had run away. Paris was constantly reminded of the accident by the news. She only had bad memories, it seemed. Paris just sobbed quietly, holding onto her dad. Her new parents were all she had left. “Daddy’s here. I’m staying right here.”

“Thank you,” Paris said softly, clinging to him.

___

"It's been a whole year since we took in Paris-Jaide," Bud pointed out later that night. The girl in question had long since gone to bed. The two were on the balcony of the lighthouse, watching the ocean together. He looked at his partner. "An anniversary like that is cause for celebrstion. What do you say?"

Elmo looked at his partner and shook his head. "I dunno. She got really bummed out by the TV today. There was all this news about what happened at the dam. A picture of her with her birth parents was being shown. You should have seen the way she was crying." He looked down at his hands, which were now free of his gloves. "She told me how lonely that picture felt. I don't think she's in any mood to celebrate Quiverwing Quack throwing her off the damn dam."

Bud chuckled a bit at the last few words, but stopped off a glare from Elmo. He leaned over the railing, frowning. "I understand that. However, she is also a year older. She deserves to celebrate something like a birthday."

Elmo huffed. "If we knew her birthday. And I really doubt she remembers."

"I doubt it would hurt to ask," Bud suggested. "She's bound to remember some things."

Elmo thought about it for a moment. Then he sighed, looking up at him. "Do I remember my own birthday?"

"You must. After all, how else would you confide that information with me?" Bud asked.

Elmo groaned. Now he had to guess it. Well... "What month is it?" he asked, sending some small shocks to the bottom of the tower. He was close to hitting a random twig.

"It's just at the end of summer," Bud told him, looking down as he tried to zap the piece of wood. "Remember? A couple years ago, we broke into a museum before it's rotating exhibit went out for the summer?"

"I do remember that! We stole a lot of gadgets from the gift shop," the rat mused, snapping his finger to send down another bolt. "Then, uh... September?" It was inches away.

Bud nodded, looking at his partner. Elmo's eyebrows were furrowed in focus and thought. There were tiny sparks flying between his eyes. Bud smiled in admiration. Elmo likely never noticed these little details in his expression. "It is indeed September. Do you recall the day?"

"Uh, even or odd, even or odd..." Elmo sent another little bolt and glanced up. "It's even, right?"

Bud nodded as Elmo zapped again. "Go on, guess."

"Wait. It starts with a one," Elmo said semi-confidently. He waited for a reaction from his partner. Bud didn't give one. Then Elmo nodded. "Definitely started with a one! Is it... the 18th?"

"Lower," Bud guided him.

"The 14th?" Elmo tried.

"Higher."

"Is it the 15th?"

Bud chuckled loudly, grinning at his love. "We just confirmed it was even."

"Oh!" Elmo realized, face-palming. He chuckled awkwardly, looking past his hand. His face turned red as he made eye contact with his partner. "It's the 16th, isn't it?"

"Correct! There you have it folks. September 16th. Elmo Sputterspark wins!" Bud fake-celebrated. He leaned on one arm over the railing. "And now you may choose your prize."

Elmo looked up at Bud, and forgot what he'd wanted to say. He was suddenly breathless. A shaft of moonlight had peeked out from behind the clouds and shone right onto, well, into Bud. His watery body reflected and refracted the light. He cast patterns on the wall of the lighthouse. For a moment, Elmo felt nothing but thankful for being able to see someone so handsome do something so unique. All for him to see. What was he doing again? Oh, right!

"I think I already have a prize," he commented. The rat gently put his arms around the other's neck, making sure he didn't shock him. The canine reciprocated, gently setting his arms around his lover's waist. Without the battery strapped to his back, this was safer.

Bud gently dipped his head down and planted a cool, wet kiss on the other's mouth. There was a bit of painless static between them as Elmo kissed back. They'd gotten to the point where they didn't care anymore. So they could hold each other in the moonlight, painless static everywhere their skin touched. The sensation fizzled out as they pulled their lips apart.

Elmo stared up into his lover's eyes and suddenly blinked. "What were we talking about?" Bud had to pull away as he laughed. His boyfriend could be so random and it was endearing.

___

"Jaide?" Bud said while they sat around the table. They were all picking at the pasta, making light talk. "I am approaching you with an inquiry."

"And I am receiving you with an answer," Paris-Jaide said with a smirk. She twirled up a bunch of the pasta, slurping it unceremoniously. She spoke with her mouth full. "Whush up?"

Elmo set down his fork. "Well, you Pops and I were talking. It's been about a year since, you know, the incident." He felt guilt zap down his spine as his daughter's face fell. Jaide dropped her fork and glanced down at it. "The thing is, you never really got to celebrate your birthday. We were wondering if you even remembered it."

The young mouse sat there for a moment, thinking. Birthday. Did she remember anything about it? Birthday did seem to bring up something in her memory.

She was standing in a room. There were papers all over. A man was working with a typewriter. He was a tall mouse, looking stern. "Daddy?" she asked. "I thought you were taking me to the movies. Today-"

"I am very busy today. I have a business to run and I must stay focused. Why would I go to the movies when we have orders to fill? Tell your mother," the man insisted. "Out of my study. How many times must I tell you?"

And then she was in the kitchen, reaching into a cookie jar. She deserved the treat. Today was special, after all. She jumped off the chair she'd propped up, kneeling on the counter now. Now she could reach them better. "What are you doing on the counter?" someone snapped. She gasped, pulling her hand out and trying to defend herself. But a tall, prim woman grabbed her arm and pulled her off the counter. "Did you get permission to have sweets?"

"No... But today is-"

"Today is a school night. No sugar this late. Off to bed," the woman scolded. "You're such a spoiled brat. You can go a night without a cookie."

All she got were memories like that. A man and a woman, her birth parents, would dismiss her. Jaide felt a sensation of loneliness once again. They never celebrated her birthday. She couldn't even remember what day it was. And she didn't care... Her nose started twitching as she thought of it.

CDo you by any chance remember what day it is?" Bud asked her. "Or what you used to do to celebrate?"

Jaide looked up at him, tearing up. "No!" Oh no. She hadn't meant to yell. She pulled back, startled by her own volume. She had to stop thinking about it! She couldn't keep thinking about it! It upset her. Weren't there any happy memories to focus on?

"Hey, honey. It's fine. You don't have to-" Elmo started, but he was cut off by a loud sniffle."No! Just- Just stop, just stop!" Jaide said loudly. Her nose was twitching even more now. She held her hands against her head to fold down her ears. "I don't wanna think about it!"

Elmo and Bud exchanged looks as she started crying in fright, or something. She seemed defensive. Elmo took a breath and reached an arm out to her. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Don't!" Jaide shouted, quickly turning to her mutant form. Her emotions had quite the sway over it. She turned light green, her hair taking more of a neon color. Her teary eyes turned to dark voids. "I don't want to think about my birthday! I don't even want a birthday!" She got up from the table, knocking her chair over. She ran across the room and down the spiral stairs. Elmo shot up to chase her but Bud splashed to block the stairs.

"Cease and desist!" Bud ordered, forming a wall with his body.

Elmo crossed his arms, trying to stop from crashing into his boyfriend. "Come on! I need to go after her."

"ud shook his head. "Give her some time. She never goes far, in fact..." He flowed back to his normal form, stopping at the balcony. "She's right outside on the beach. See? She just needs to cool off."

Elmo went over, watching as he daughter ran right into the water and fell down, just sitting in the ocean for a minute. "But she needs us!"

Bud frowned. "She does. But she needs space first. We can keep an eye on her from here." Elmo grumbled in resignation, going to the couch and sitting down on it. He turned backwards so he could keep an eye on her.

___

Paris-Jaide was laying on her back in the water. She positioned herself with the tide in mind. So she had her face just out of the water. Her hair was spread around her, the dark green streaks mixed with the neon. And she'd been there, crying for an hour. She hated the feeling of being lonely. But she needed to be alone. Jaide's tears mixed with the water. Because of the energy she was emitting, she was turning the water around her a dull glow of green. Even the sand beneath her was starting to take on her energy. Being on the beach, laying in the cool water, was almost relaxing. It was nothing like falling to her near death in a toxic reservoir.

Actually, Jaide supposed she had died. The nine-year-old girl belonging to the Pilligas family never returned. She fell with her parents and drowned. She had changed now. She'd had her body morphed into a strong weapon with superpowers. She was almost certainly a different person, but she had no memory to tell her. She had a new family. No longer the one where she felt lonely and unloved. Jaide had her fathers. They loved and spoiled her beyond belief. She loved them. But that didn't take away the damage. She'd lived through her own death, just like her Pops had. She'd lost who she once was and her memory was a mess, just like Dad.

The water splashed again, wetting her ears and face. Jaide took it as an opportunity to let more tears fall. Her tears rolled down her face and into the water, adding to the radioactivity. She wasn't worried about it. Whatever she charged would fade when she moved away from it.

The water moved, a sort of current forming under her neck to embrace her. The water next to her stopped moving. Well, it was moving. But it moved less. And it was warmer. She turned her head and saw Bud laying there with her. "I'm sorry I got upset," Jaide whispered.

"Don't you dare be," Bud told her. "Nobody can go forever without getting upset. Not even me." Jaide felt his hand swiped over her face. Somehow, the watery paw dried her face by taking on the water and tears. "But I will inquire: what upset you so much?"

Jaide sniffed, looking up at the sky. "I tried to remember my birthday. I don't know what it is.But I hated it!" She shut her eyes as she thought. "My... birth parents. They always ignored me. They never remembered my birthday."

Bud frowned. That did sound like a problem. "We shouldn't have pushed you," he assured his daughter. "I'm sorry-"

"You didn't," Jaide protested. "I just thought of it and it hurt me! I can't just deal with it. My- My life was horrible. I can't even see their picture without it upsetting me." Bud frowned, but kept his snout shut so he could listen. "I wish I wasn't so messed up. I wish I was just normal."

"Oh, please. What's fun about being normal?" Jaide sat up and turned to look at her dad. Elmo was sitting just beyond where the water could splash. "I get it. I remember my old life sometimes. Let me tell you, I think I was tormented by the school bullies constantly. For being too weird. But that was their problem."

Jaide sniffed and turned her whole body so her back was to the ocean. "But you were normal when you were in school."

"I didn't have powers," Elmo corrected her. "But I was shy and a nerd."

"You're still a nerd-"

"I know that, Paris-Jaide," Elmo said with an eye roll. "My powers didn't help the way my mind worked. Neither did yours." He sighed and looked up at the lighthouse. "That's part of the reason we kept you, y'know. You're special. Even if you weren't legally dead, we'd want to keep you."

Jaide smiled and leaned into Bud. "Thank you," she said. "I know I can be difficult. Always eating your battery acid and stuff." She chuckled, starting to calm down. "But without remembering, I know I'm happier here than I ever was before. You two are the best!"

Bud engulfed her in water, practically soaking her in ocean water. Jaide laughed, shoving at him unsuccessfully. "Pops!"

Bud kissed her forehead, only squeezing her tighter with the water. "You agreed to become our daughter. Which means you agreed to the terms and conditions of spontaneous affection."

Jaide sighed, taking a breath and trying to swim out of it. She was unsuccessful. She felt something tighten on her foot and she was pulled in the air, upside down. "Pops!" she screamed, giggling.

Elmo watched the two, chuckling. "Babe, just let her down. She can charge you at any moment."

Bud seemed to realize that yes, that was possible. And the tendril of water was starting to turn green. Instead of letting the girl have control of him, he dropped her back in the water. Elmo burst out laughing when she abruptly hit the surface. Jaide stuck her head up, gasping and trying to push her hair out of her face. "Hey!"

When he was done laughing his tail off, Elmo looked at his family. Then he had an idea. Sparks shot up and his head glowed for a moment. "How about instead of a birthday," he suggested, waving a hand beside him. "We celebrate the day we adopted you? A clean slate for good memories."

Jaide lit up for a second before it dimmed. That was an exciting idea! "That sounds awesome, Dad!" she shouted, moving through the water without resistance this time.

Bud put a hand up. "You might not want to-"

It was too late. Paris-Jaide threw herself at Elmo in her excitement. He didn't seem to register it either. He just opened his arms to her. Their hug was quickly ended by a short-circuit. Crawling out of the ocean and hugging your electric dad was not a good idea. Both parties felt violent spasms and shouted in pain as they got shocked. Elmo fell back, his daughter on top of him.

They heard a splash as Bud facepalmed at their ignorance. Paris-Jaide laughed sheepishly. "Hehe... Sorry, Dad."

Finally! I'm done! This took weeks to get the motivation for. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed it. I've gotten too attached to Paris-Jaide. All my OCs are stuffed with trauma. But hey, it makes a good backstory. Farewell, best of luck, avoid roasted cabbage, don't eat earwax, and look on the bright side of life! Moonset!

#light of our lives #megavolt #liquivolt fankid #liquivolt #liquidator #gosalyn waddlemeyer #gosalyn mallard #launchpad mcquack #darkwingduck #darkwing duck

[the-void-writes]

• make up sex for Will and Dante 👀👀👀🔥🔥🔥

So I finally came up with something that works for them and then could not stop writing for about four hours 🤣 Thank you for helping me develop these guys some more!

TW: 18+ only for explicit content

For All Eternity - You're Enough

Will couldn’t take his eyes off of Dante. His golden eyes seemed brighter, as did his smile, and his voice was more lively. He had seemed hesitant when they both got the invitation to Gazali’s garden party, likely because they had only just learned how to get along. And yet, here they were, joking around like a pair of old friends. Finally, the people in Paradise were starting to accept him as more than just a reclusive party-goer.

While the others were busy watching Joe work the grill, Will looped his little finger around Dante’s in the grass. He twitched, but gave him a warm smile.

“Doing okay?” he asked.

“Perfect,” Will said. “I’m glad you came out here with me.”

Dante leaned closer to his ear. “I still say we should duck out early. No need to watch Alex and Pedra stuff their faces with the dessert table.”

Will laughed into his hand, leaning against his shoulder. He was surprised when Dante backed away, looking frantically between the others. Will tried to follow his gaze.

“Is something wrong?”

Dante relaxed. “Nothing, baby.”

“I’m sorry if I hurt you.”

“It’s not that, don’t worry.”

Will sat up straighter. “Do you not want them to see us?”

“Just not right now.”

“Why not?”

Dante jumped when Gazali approached them, leaning farther from Will.

“How are you two doing?” Gazali asked.

“Just great, your majesty,” Dante said way too fast. “Just talking about stupid shit at the club, nothing to worry about.”

Gazali laughed. “It’s all good, my friends. I just wanted you to know that you’re free to take what you like from the tables. Joe’s making extra for everyone.”

Dante rose to his feet and waved to Will. “Hold tight, man. I’ll be back.”

Will blinked. “Man?”

“Just hold on, please?”

He practically ran to the table, leaving Will with an amused Gazali.

“Such a strange man,” he said. “I’m glad you seem to understand him, at least.”

Will wasn’t paying attention to him. His mind was twisting around all of Dante’s actions: avoiding his touches, watching the crowd, and leaving when Gazali showed up. It was like they didn’t even know each other, like Dante was afraid of being caught with Will. Dare he say, Dante seemed ashamed of the idea.

It seemed rather hasty to jump to such a conclusion, but Will had enough experience with people being embarrassed by him. His legs carried him from the party as memories of Bluebrook clouded his mind. The patients that pointed and whispered his name in passing, the doctors that never told him what was going on with him… Daniel. Will’s worsening condition had driven him away, and now he was doing the same to Dante.

Before he knew it, he had reached his cottage, the one Gazali had helped him set up. It was in the middle of the forest, between a river and a field of flowers. Even better, it was the perfect distance away from the bustling city. Will walked inside and fell onto the couch, still hearing the jeering and hissing of voices telling him how badly he had screwed up Dante’s life, how he would leave him like everyone else had. The voices taunted him until the sun started to set. Will was pulled out of his trance by someone frantically knocking on the door.

“Will, are you home?”

It was Dante. When Will opened the door, he sighed in relief.

“Oh thank god, I looked everywhere for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Will said.

He helped him inside and wandered into his bedroom, afraid to speak. Dante followed him and sat beside him on the bed.

“What’s wrong, hon? What happened?”

Will glared at him. “What happened? What happened is you couldn’t stand to be seen with me in public!”

He couldn’t help the tears that fell. Dante looked shattered as he tried to speak, holding Will’s shoulders gently.

“Will, that’s not—”

“We promised to be honest, Dante.” Will took a deep breath. “Please, just talk to me. Don’t hide it, not like the others did. Tell me if I embarrass you. Tell me if you want to leave.”

“No—” Dante took his hands. “—not a damn bit. Will, I love you. I never thought I’d get to say that again. I wouldn’t throw this away for anything.”

“So why can’t people know?”

“Gaz can smile all he wants, but that doesn’t mean he likes me. I need to earn his respect again, and he’s not gonna give it if he knows I’m in love with his kingdom’s hero.”

Will shook his head. “Hero?”

“You saved Paradise, baby. You’re a god to them. They’d be pissed if they knew you gave your heart to some bitter asshole with blood on his hands. I’d ruin your reputation.”

He had to laugh. “I don’t have a reputation! All my life, I’ve only ever been a mistake, a monster, or a joke. You are the last good thing in my life, Dee, you couldn’t possibly ruin my image!”

They watched each other, teary-eyed and exhausted by everything their lives had thrown at them. Dante opened his arms, and Will fell into them, pulling his head into his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry,” Dante whispered. “I should have just talked with you. I promised I wouldn’t run away, and I’ve failed you.”

Will pressed their heads together. “You didn’t fail, Dante. You didn’t run.”

“But I made you think I would.”

“That’s not on you, love. I’m sorry I panicked. We don’t have to tell anyone anything.”

“No, baby. I don’t want to make you feel bad again.”

“It’s fine, Dante. I just want you to be happy and safe.”

“I always am when I’m with you.”

Dante kissed the tears from his cheeks. Will caught his face, caressed his jaw, and closed the gap between their lips. Between each kiss, as Dante pulled him onto his lap, Will whispered breathlessly.

“You’re enough, Dee.” Another kiss. “You've always been enough.” And another. “I couldn't love anyone else.”

Dante kissed his neck. “God, I can’t tell you how much I love you.”

Will wheezed. “I can probably tell, with how much you’re drooling.”

Dante chuckled against his skin. “You drive me crazy, baby. What can I say?”

His heart fluttered as Will took his chin, his eyes full of a love that Dante hadn’t received in a long time. It took all of his strength to keep himself from falling to his knees on the spot.

“Please,” Dante said, “let me make it up to you.”

“You have nothing to make up for,” Will said.

“Then can I show you how much I adore you?”

Will kissed his forehead. “Of course.”

Dante laid him down on the bed, and the bright sunset bathed them in an amber glow as they undid each other’s clothes. Will arched himself upwards, pressing himself against Dante as much as he possibly could. Each time Dante grinded against him, he gasped into his ear, making Dante groan in response.

“You’re so cute, baby. I could never get tired of you.”

“Dante—”

“Yeah, talk to me. Tell me what you need.”

“Dee, hold up.”

He stopped and listened, hearing the buzzing on the nightstand. Will pulled the phone over with his powers and checked it.

“It’s Gazali,” he said. “Probably trying to check in.”

A grin spread across Dante’s face. “Give it here, please.”

Will slowly handed him the phone. Dante quickly answered the call, speaking before Gazali could even get a word in.

“Hey Gaz, call back in an hour, okay? Will and I just started.”

“Dante?”

That was all they heard the king say before Dante hung up and put the phone aside again. Will’s mouth hung open in shock, and Dante laughed into his chest.

“That’s one way to tell him, right?”

Will let himself laugh. “But— What about—”

“I don't give a shit about what they say.” Dante held Will’s cheek. “Not when you look at me like that.”

Will closed his eyes with a smile, leaning into his touch. Dante kissed him again, his beautiful angel of a partner, who he would worship until Paradise ceased to exist. Will whispered against his lips tenderly.

“Keep going, please.”

Dante grinned. “Of course, baby.”

After that night, neither of them could ever doubt how much they meant to one another. Chest-to-chest, lip-to-lip, hand-in-hand, they were connected. It didn’t matter if the others understood them, because their words meant nothing compared to the life they had found in each other.

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[clouded-mushrooms]

JAYFEATHHER X LIONBLAZE

TW: INCEST!!!! Self-harm, Suicide prevention

It's been a few weeks since the battle with the dark forest. And the death of hollyleaf. The three, Jayfeather, Lionblaze and Hollyleaf had all been dating but never told anyone for fear that would hurt them. So they kept quiet and were happy with that. The only cat that knew was Brairlight. She didn't mind become, well she and Blossomfall were dating as well. Jayfeather and briarlight spent a lot of time together, well until she moved out of the medicine den. Leafpool never spent as much time in the medicine den, as she use to. Leaving Jayfeather to his thoughts, not very good.

The gray tabby would often break down and sob and sometimes even harm himself. But his Boyfriend, lionblaze would come in and stop him and calm him down. But one day, it had been to much for him. He miss having his best friend around and leafpool was out. She wouldn't have helped him, she would probably snap at him. He missed hollyleaf, he wanted her back. He blames himself for not saving her. Sitting down, tears began to fall down his face. He chocked back a loud cry.

He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted to be with hollyleaf again, him, lionblaze and hollyleaf all together again! Like it needs to be. Unsheathing his claws, he lifted a paw and claws his forearm drawing blood. Pain shot through the tom, but it did nothing for him. He continued to feel the empty feeling. He wanted to get rid of it. Going over to his medicine storage. Lifting his bleeding leg he grabbed, a few berries. He started at them, was he really about to do this.

He looked up, his head facing the ceiling of the den. Tears still falling down his face. He let out a soft cry, he hated this. Hollyleaf was missing and lionblaze was gone. He had no one!! A large golden head, appeared in the entrance of the den. His eyes widen in horror. He gasped and ran over to his mate and pulled the silver tabby over to him. Jayfeather leaned into him sobbing. "IT'S NOT FAIR!!!" he screeched into lionblaze's chest fur. Lionblaze hugged jayfeather, nuzzling his head. "I know.. I know" he whispered reassuringly.

Lionblaze moved away from his mate and grabbed some cobwebs. He had to do this before, but it didn't hurt any less to see his brother and mate do this to himself. Jayfeather had his head ducked in shame. He didn't like it when lionblaze had to patch him up. He feels as if he deserves to let them bleed. Lionblaze would grab some wet moss and have his mate hold out his arm. Jayfeather lead out his arm and dug his claws into the soft ground. Lionblaze looked Deep into mates eyes. The two locked eyes and Lionblaze cleaned up and rabbed the cobwebs around his arm. "Jayfeather" he spoke softly. Jayfeather moved his head and face away. "Yeah?" He grumbled. Lionblaze let jayfeather arm down. "Please don't do this" he said.

Jayfeather opened his mouth to snap something. "I know, it's hard but, remember I am always here for you. " jayfeather flopped into his head, he curled his tail roung him. Grumbling, he nodded. "It's.. It's just not fair! I should have saved her! I.. J should" he couldn't finish the sentence. Lionblaze looked at his mate, his eyes beaming with sadness and worry. Laying next it him and rapped his tail around him. "It's not your fault, and hollyleaf would say the same thing. " he groomed jayfeather silver tabby pelt. "Now please stop blaming yourself for her death, she wouldn't want to see you this way and you know that."

Jayfeather curled into Lionblaze. He didn't say anything because he knew he was right. Lionblaze licked the Tom's face and purred. "I love you Jayfeather and I love hollyleaf. " the gray tabby cracked a small smile. "I love you to, and hollyleaf." The two would cuddle. A start shape approach the two tom. A loud and sad purred come for her. "Is there room for a third cat?" The black she-cat asked.

Jayfeather's head shot up at the she-cats voice. "Hollyleaf?" His voice cracked with emotion. "You bet your tail!" The she-cat giggled. Jayfeather jabbed lionblaze in the ribs. The large golden tom grunted and opened an eye. He head shot up as well as he saw Hollyleaf's start shape. She looked even more beautiful now. The stars brought out her beauty. "Hollyleaf" he whispered. The she-cat, walked over to the two Tom's and licked their cheeks and curled around them. It was just like before. The three were all together. The three would curl together and spent the whole night like this. Hollyleaf would often visit the two Tom's and they would be happy with this until they were all reunited in starclan.

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Easier together!

Chapter Nineteen- Many days!

Single Dad! Matsukawa x Single Mom! Reader

Master-List

⚠️Tw⚠️-running away from feelings, avoiding people, so I don’t know how to phrase this one but bare with me so both the kids miss each other a ton so, probably could be angst with like future comfort!!

In the many days you had been avoiding both occupants of the Matsukawa residence you heard your fair share of protests from Kei every single time the two of you left the house that if Issei and Yui weren’t coming along than he didn’t want to go either. And as much as you want to give in and allow yourself and Kei to see the two again you can’t, your protecting Kei first and than your feelings!

So for the time Kei has been off from school you have brought end him to work with you instead of like the past two to three months where you would leave him with Issei and the same when Issei had to go to work applied with Yui.

Over said many days you noticed Kei wasn’t as cheery with the guests as he normally was. Typically he’d give them his sweet little smile and his little greeting instead he looks to the door excitedly like he’s expecting someone to come in and droops noticeable before ducking underneath the counters once he’s seen the persons appearance.

You aren’t sure why he’s this way, you’re doing the best for him aren’t you? You’re certain that this is the best thing for the two of you, staying with Issei would be unpredictable you aren’t able to say for certain what was going to happen next but you couldn’t risk hurting Kei or yourself in the process.

Though and j can gaurentee it now what you’re thinking is your best option is actually one of your worsts that is doing exactly what you want it to stop. It is a horrible idea and you’re oblivious as to why until Mitsuki has finally seen enough of poor Kei and Yui hugging until they fall asleep at sleep overs because they miss eachother.

At some point Mitsuki has sat you down at her kitchen island while Iwaizumi and Oikawa take the kids to play in the yard. For a moment she’s silent, she isn’t sure how she should tell you this to get the point across, she’s sure it will hurt to hear but she’s also sure you litterally aren’t going to get the right idea if she sugar coats her words.

She sets down the spoon she had been using to stir whatever food she was mixing and the clatter causes you to look up at her seeing her expression you immediately are made aware of the seriousness of the conversation about to be had between the two of you.

“Have you talked with Issei lately?” She asks calmly and you shake your head no looking towards her.

“Have you even checked his messages lately?” Once again you shake your head no.

“I’m going to tell you this now because I love you” she pauses, “I think you need to talk with Issei I don’t care what it’s about but you two need to clear it up or something because it’s not just the two of you who are affected by the choices you two have your kids and I’m sure you’re sitting there saying well I’m avoiding Issei to protect Kei!”

“I am!” You state a bit upset she’s implied you aren’t doing your best.

“Have you seen how he treats Kei?” She asks and you know what she’s going to lay infront of you. Now there will be no other excuse to hide behind for running from your feelings. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen him treat the boy poorly. He takes care of him as his own same as you do with Yui.”

With that she looks towards a clock hanging above her dining room table and removes her apron.

“I’m going to run to the store quickly, if you haven’t talked to Issei by then I’m going to walk you across the yard myself so you’ll talk with him.” She states and shuts her door.

Before she’s even out of the driveway your making your way to Issei’s house hoping he’ll understand even in the slightest.

And after some long conversation with him where you’ve apologized for trying to sort things out on your own and ignoring him and whatever else he’s finally given you some type of awnser.

“I won’t say it’s ok because it wasn’t, but I forgive you but I think you may need to talk with Yui, I know she didn’t quite understand everything and she had gotten upset when you left.” You nod quickly before telling him you’d talk with both children, though he’s told you that it won’t be only you who talks to them and agrees that this is an issue that both of you may need to diffuse.

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