#feral sisters

[thegamingcatmom]

Feral!Denalis be like-

Feral!sisters playing a game of cat(s) and mouse with you as they chase you through the woods, cackling like mad, encouraging you to "Keep going, little one~!", while simultaneously snarling and snapping their teeth at each other because "Mine!", and what makes this even worse is the fact they could probably snap your neck with their little finger at any time and they´re simply choosing not to (yet), because you look absolutely ravishing getting yourself all worked up—

"Oh my~" one of them purred at you. From where, you couldn´t locate. They seemed to be everywhere yet nowhere at once. It was terrifying.

It´s not like you´d stand the slightest of chances against a demon, let alone three. So, all that´s left to do is continue playing their game, because you dread to think about what might happen if you don´t.

As they finally got you cornered, you could only pray to god (and hope he´s willing to listen) that your end will be swift and painless—

"Aww~, you did so well, maličký!" and baring those sharp teeth at you, red eyes staring into your very soul, daring you to make another move, perhaps even hoping for it, judging by their glow. But—

...What?

Chiming laughter fills the air then, and your mind can´t quite grasp the fact that something so terrible was capable of producing something so lovely.

You also couldn´t bring yourself to feel insulted at their blatant mocking of you. You really had other things to worry about right now, eyes flitting between the three of them, wondering, dreading—

Was this yet another game?

"Katrina." the one positioned in the middle rumbled, prompting the woman in question to let out a snarl of her own, albeit more out of reflex apparently, as it seemed to just... cut off soon after it started. "Calm yourself. You more than had your fun today. Look at her, the poor thing~"

You couldn´t not notice the mocking undertone, a glint in those red eyes.

It was another game, then. Great.

Just as you were contemplating simply making a run for it, because even death seemed more appealing compared to this torture—

"Ah, ah~" you don´t make it very far though, as a rather hard body collides with yours—

Oof!

-effectively hindering you from making a grand escape. How were they so fast?

"Leaving so soon~?" the demon pouted. "Do you not wish to spend a little more time with us?" Slowly walking you backwards until your back hit the tree, keeping you hostage yet again.

There was no fighting it any longer - overcome with fear and utter exhaustion - you teared up. The woman slowly tilted her head to one side, burning eyes never leaving yours, as if waiting for it, fascinated by it, daring you to give in.

You felt exposed, overwhelmed, frustrated—

So, give in you did - hot tears were starting to run down your flushed cheeks, your face scrunched up, there was no way you could´ve contained the hiccup! that followed, even if you tried.

You must look rather pathetic, you know you do. You felt pathetic, bawling your eyes out in front of these... whatever they are, who seemed most content watching it all unfold, standing around like statues. The occasional sniffle being the only thing to break the eerie silence.

In fact, the one still trapping you against the tree seemed a bit too content, nearly leaning into you, one corner of those blood red lips just so turned up in a lopsided smile, and you swear something was vibrating.

More importantly though, those eyes. They were still boring into yours. You don´t think she´s even blinked once since this nightmare started. None of them did.

Another thing to add to the definitely-not-human pile.

It was mortifying, being put on the spot like this. By three women whose beauty seemed out of this world, at that. You never worked well under pressure, your emotions getting the better of you most times, causing you to make reckless decisions.

...Such as trying to beat the crap out of a supernatural being probably very much capable of throwing you all the way across this clearing with a flick of her wrist, all the while not giving a damn about the fact all you seem to be accomplishing is hurting yourself.

She had the decency to look mildly surprised by your outburst, at least - eyebrows shooting up, gaze falling down between your bodies to watch you hit her stomach, her sides, her hips, anywhere your hands could reach in your current predicament of being squished between two solids.

It seemed to amuse her, if that lofty snickering is anything to go by.

"Tsk tsk tsk... none of that now~" came the chiding reply, as if this She-Devil hadn´t wanted to provoke exactly that. One of your wrists was seized in a strong grip then, much stronger than considered normal for a woman of her build.

Two fingers were placed under your chin then, slowly lifting your head, demanding you look. "There you are..." the back of those same fingers slowly brushed up and down your cheek, collecting a few drops, taking a moment to inspect them - there´s that flicker of fascination yet again - before bringing them to her lips, the tip of a tongue peeking out to collect what was offered, eyes staying firmly locked on yours the whole time.

You were sweating, the heat in your cheeks increasing tenfold. The urge to avert your eyes had become almost unbearable, but you doubt she´d let you. You were crumbling and she knows it.

"Well... care to share, dear sister?" the third blonde thankfully interrupted, sounding rather exasperated over the fact things have come to a standstill ever since they´ve managed to corner you.

The sudden objection was enough to break the spell the sister had managed to put you under, your eyes naturally shifting towards its source, and you felt like you could finally breathe again.

...Only to nearly choke on that breath when you were met with a look that you could only describe as hungry.

You gulped.

The She-Devil noticed, of course she did. The warning rumble was back in full force, and you weren´t sure who it was directed at. For when your gaze returned to her, those red eyes were staring daggers at you, upper lip curled back slightly to reveal a set of pearl white teeth, seeming to elongate before your very eyes.

What in the world...?

You had your answer when, instead of tearing you limb from limb, her head whirled around to fix her sister with a look instead. You couldn´t quite see it from your position, but judging from the scoff it received in return, you reckoned it wasn´t all that pretty.

Once her head started turning your way again, you quickly shifted your gaze to meet hers, not wanting to agitate her further and actually risk getting mauled or something.

...Not quick enough to not catch the two blondes sharing a look, though. The one on the right appearing just as done as she sounded. The other, Katrina, seemed rather amused - one eyebrow lifted, an impish smile dancing on her lips.

You got the feeling this was a regular occurrence.

Those piercing eyes found yours again, and you started to wonder if that moment just now had simply been a figment of your imagination. Her face revealed nothing, except for the fact she seemed most pleased to find you already anticipating her, indeed.

...Looking a bit like a lovestruck teenager, actually.

It was unsettling.

"Hm..." she purred, hands coming up to grip your upper arms, slowly moving them up and down in an almost affectionate manner.

Her next words would seal your fate once and for all, of that you were certain.

"It seems my beloved sisters are just as unwilling to part from you just yet, little rabbit." Hand moving up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Well... what do you say~? Won´t you keep us company for a while longer?"

It wasn´t a question.

Your stomach dropped.

"Aww, why the long face, maličký? We don´t bite...~", Katrina mocked, making a show of looking like she actually cared.

"We´re gonna have so much fun together, you´ll see...~"

Yeah.

Fun.

#twilight #the twilight saga #the denalis #denali coven #tanya denali #kate denali #irina denali #feral denali sisters #feral sisters #fanfiction #fic idea

[bluerosefox]

Joker Messed Around and Found Freaking Out.

Okay hear me out..

Class trip to Gotham, class gets held up by Joker who actually can scare the class cause they are still teens and they know Joker has a high kill rate, like yes they're used to ghosts and junk but none of them wanna die yet or at least die outside of Amity, if they die they wanna have a chance of coming back as a ghost at the very least.

Anyways, Danny feels pure dread when Joker takes Jazz hostage, who was elected to be a chaperone for Danny's class since her volunteering would look good on college recommendations, and finds her little mutters about his mental health reminding him of Harley before she left him. He even jokes about needing a new partner and wonders how long it'll take to break her like he did to Harley.

Danny is frozen in his spot but something snaps when he hears Jazz cry out after Joker backhands her. Before anyone, even the Bats, realize it Danny is on top of the Joker beating his face in, he only gets up once, takes Joker's discarded crowbar and slams it over his head, barely grazing the dazed man but it does destroy the flooring behind him, while screaming to never ever touch his sister. That he will destroy Joker if he even thinks about coming after her. That even in the afterlife he'll never be safe from him.

All this happens so fast that by the time the Jocks from Danny's school, Red Hood and Nightwing get Danny off, Joker is beaten badly. He's still feral screaming at Joker though, calling him everything under the sun, spouting off about how the dead are ready to rip him apart when Joker (or you can have Danny call him by his actual name if you wanna strike some "the fuck? How'd he know that?") Finally passes away, that even death will not save him from Danny's wrath. Danny is squirming hard in their holds, nearly breaks free a few times when he hears Joker groaning, but only stops when Jazz, after getting looked over by Red Robin comes running over and just..

Hugs Danny.

And like a kitten getting scuffed by the neck he goes limp. Just breathes heavily, eyes burning from anger, fear, tears, and relief, before he returns the hug. He starts crying and mutters low that he can't lose her, that he almost lost her again and "is this even a fraction how Dan felt when he lost you?"

And Jazz just shushes him and does what she can to comfort him...

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #blue rambles #crossover #writing ideas #random idea #danny phantom dc #dpxdc #dcxdp #Danny goes legit feral #and i dont mean like funny gremlin feral #i mean Dan levels of feral #no one touches the people he loves #especially his sister who basically raised him #felt a bit serious today so have a serious prompt #danny was so feral he didnt even think about using his ghost powers besides using it to escape his bindings #and when he used the crowbar. it left a crater behind the Joker's head when he slammed it down #when the Fenton teens get home their parents pull them out of school for a week and just... stay together to cope #when Danny returns to school the Jocks all give him a wide breath but nod in respect towards him #Sam and Tucker are making sure no one bugs the Fentons btw. both inside and outside of school #Tucker notices someone trying to get info on Danny from his montiered firewalls he got set up #Jazz is a little shaken up from the ordeal but is doing her best #the Bats coughBatmancough wanna question the kid. he knew things about Joker and his abilities #the others kinda wanna let sleeping dogs lie though and are trying to get B not to bug them #Danny wakes up one day to a package full of cash #and the latest space themed stuff #and a thank you card from Red Hood #btw Joker isnt dead... just in a coma. #he really and finally messed with the wrong person

[bxnnie-bxwl]

Do you think your evil!bonnie and Circus Baby would get along or would they have each other?

Love your art btw it’s super cool!☺️❤️

omg... i think circus baby would find him weird and assume he as rabies KDSFGSDJH

and thank you so so much!!! <3333

bonus:

#shes not getting close to that thing KDSJFSGD #tho she would find him interesting from his feral nature #finally did some of the funtimes in my style!! #hope you like em!! #art #fnaf #fnaf security breach #glamrock bonnie #evil!bonnie #fnaf au #fnaf sister location #fnaf circus baby #funtime freddy #fnaf bonbon

[simplykorra]

ava is so in love with her

#avatrice #avatriceedit #warrior nun #warriornunedit #ava silva #sister beatrice #the way she looks at her #the adoration and the softness #how she takes in more of her when bea looks away #then stares deeply into her eyes when they look at each other #the way ava looks at beatrice makes me absolutely feral #i love them so much #myedits

[bigfatbreak]

How does canon marinette think about how buff feralnette is

moscles...

there is however a mutual sense of wonder

#thats not to say feralnette CANT wear dresses of course. we'll see her in one #but they see each other as each other's adorable twin/sister from another world #so feral is like waooaus.... look... so elegante and cute... #and canon is like waaoouu... look... so regal and handmsom... #my art #manynette au

[tending-the-hearth]

thinking about how canonically the pevensie siblings are 13, 12, 10, and 8 in "the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe"

thinking about how lucy needed a stool to be able to get up onto her throne, how peter's sword is a little too large for him, how susan's bow is a little too difficult for her to pull back, how edmund's shield nearly covers his entire body.

thinking about the pevensie siblings and their first few months in narnia, getting to know their new people, and half the narnians sitting there horrified because WHAT have these literal babies been through to give them such traumatized, old eyes, and the other half of the narnians are preparing to adopt them, no it doesn't matter that they're the rules, they're children who are being put in charge of too many things, and if peter looks at the old man council long enough he's going to cry, so someone needs to give him paternal support while aslan is off doing Lion Jesus Stuff™️ and whoops oreius is being nice and encouraging and now he's adopted his kings and queens they're his kids now he doesn't make the rules.

just the narnians and the pevensies being thrown into it together, and just as the pevensies will do anything to protect their new kingdom, the narnians will do anything to protect their rules, because let's be honest, these children have no sense of self-preservation, and are far too overprotective of each other and their people to take into account their own safety, so a lot of battles it's just one of the pevensie siblings running headfirst into danger with oreius running after them because his kids are feral and don't know proper royalty manners and won't threatening old kings from different countries because they're being assholes and the last time one of them tried undermining the queens susan called him a self-righteous asshole and lucy tried to stab him SOMEONE help him corral his children please

#this started off angsty but now i'm giggling #oreius didn't want to adopt the rulers they kind of just... attached to him #and who is he to oppose his kings and queens when lucy gives him her puppy eyes and edmund looks so sad #and peter just needs fatherly advice and susan looks like she could use a good dad hug #he's their adoptive father they make the rules #oreius is trying his best but his four kids are going through puberty and have bonded with every narnian #and it's not like he's opposing lucy's desire to stab rulers who act like they're better than them #but he can't legally encourage regicide #oreius and tumnus trying to corral the pevensies #meanwhile peter's challenging every ruler who tries to make comments about his sisters to a fistfight #edmund's conning the rulers who peter isn't fighting into handing over their kingdom's #susan's verbally destroying half their enemies #and lucy's running around making pacts with nature spirits to haunt the other half of their enemies #i love that canonically lucy is the most feral of the pevensie kids #chronicles of narnia #the lion the witch and the wardrobe #peter pevensie #lucy pevensie #susan pevensie #edmund pevensie #oreius

[sea-owl]

A part me mourns that we won't have Felicity on the show. Could you imagine the chaos that 12 year old would bring trying to captain the polin ship meanwhile trying to outplan her older sister and future brother in law?

Colin and Penelope: *makes plans to help wingman and catch Penelope a husband*

Felicity: *internally screaming*

#my felicity would probably be feral to debling #time for the little sister to fight off the suitor #he will NOT ruin her ship #felcity did not wait all these years for her ship to go canon juat to have the regency version of obi-wan kenobi come in at the last second #bridgerton #polin #felicity featherington

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 99

In a world where everyone is not so understanding. Sam and Tucker blame Danny for the portal coming on and letting the ghosts through. He is the one who turned the portal on after all. He brought the pain and sorrow to Amity.

Jazz has questioned other ghost who were caught by her parents. All of them only wanted to take over or destroy the world. Only ever cursing the human race. (Who could blame them when they were captured and likely poked and prodded by jack and Maddie)

Jack and Maddie don’t care phantom is their “son”. Those things don’t feel. Once he died he wasn’t Danny anymore. Only ecto scum.

Danny over heard them discussing handing him over to the GIW.

Danny didn’t have a choice. So he decides to leave amity at the ripe age of 15 before he ends up strapped down in a lab. He runs away.

No one reports him missing.

He runs away to Fawcett. Gotham would be too risky. Jack and Maddie discussed investigating the odd ectoplasm there. (Maybe the bats look into the Fentons. Maybe the realize there child hasn’t been reported dead or missing. That Danny was just gone)

Metropolis is out of the question. Jazz was looking into a university there.

Here he meets homeless billy batson. Only a year younger then him. Together they survive on the streets. Both learning more about each other. Danny revealing bits of his past as they go.

When Danny finds out about Shazam he reveals phantom. Danny actual wants to help billy. He’s even younger then him. Now the justice league assume Danny is Shazam sidekick (maybe son). Instead of Danny being the older of the two.

When the truth does come out. So does Danny’s past. So does the GIW.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dp x dc #dc x dp #dp dc crossover #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #justice league #billy batson #two homeless feral teens living together #what could go wrong #bad parents jack and maddie #bad sister Jazz #bad friends sam and tucker #Danny is not thriving #it hurts that no one bothered to report him missing #JL when seeing Shazam be a child: a homeless child #JL remembering Danny: two homeless children #maybe the bats run into the Fenton parents and get suspicious

[jasontoddsmommyissues]

Let’s Give ‘Em Something to Talk About

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Femme!Henderson!Reader

Summary: Y/N Henderson’s relationship with Eddie puts her at odds with Jason Carver and co.

Warnings: Reader uses she/her pronouns, bullying/harassment, slut shaming, allusions to sexual content (nothing sexual actually happens), Jason being a prick, swearing, Reader is Dustin’s sister but no physical descriptions are used and you can read it as an adopted sibling if you want, I think that’s it but let me know if I missed something

A/N: Alright, this is the first Fic I’ve ever posted on here. I’m honestly a little nervous, but hopefully you enjoy. I’ll probably end up posting this on my Ao3 too so I’ll link that at some point.

My Master List | Ao3

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“I’m gonna miss you”, Eddie whines as he leans against the locker next to yours.

“It’s one class”, you reply as you swap out your English textbook for history, “that’s, what, an hour?”

“Actually I have Davis’s class next so it feels more like three hours”, Eddie says.

You snort. Mr. Davis has probably been around since the dinosaur era, and if there were to be a competition for most boring teacher at Hawkins High, he would win it hands down.

“It’s not funny”, Eddie teasingly pouts, “I might actually die of boredom.”

“As much as I would hate for that to happen, I’ve got my own class to get to, so unfortunately you’re on your own for now,” you reply.

“Alright well, please tell the rest of Hellfire I’m going to miss them”, he tells you, “and feel free to wear that black skirt of yours to the funeral. The tight one. It’s what I would’ve wanted.”

You roll your eyes affectionately before pressing a quick kiss to his lips.

“You’re so dramatic”, you say, “I’ll see you later.”

“If I survive that long”, he calls. You shake your head before turning the corner and heading into your history classroom.

“Okay, class”, your teacher, Mr. Price announces once the bell rings, “I’ve written some questions on the board. You’ll find the answers in Chapter 5 of your textbook. Write them down and turn them in by the end of class. You may work with a partner if you’d like.”

You pull your textbook out of your bag and flip to a clean sheet in your notebook. You don’t have any friends in this class, so you figure you may as well just do it yourself and get it over with. That is, until a voice startles you as you’re about to start reading the first page of the chapter.

“Hey, Y/N. Do you wanna work together?”

You blink up at the source of the voice and are pretty sure you must be hallucinating. That’s the only explanation you can think of as to why Jason Carver would be asking you to be his partner.

The two of you have been in the same grade since Kindergarten and you can't think of a single time in all those years that he’s directly acknowledged your existence. The closest thing you have to a connection with him is that your little brother is friends with one of his new Basketball recruits, but you kind of doubt he even knows or cares about that. There’s a few members of his little posse he could be asking to work with him, so you have no clue why he’d be asking you of all people. But, you don’t have anyone else, so you shrug.

“Sure, I guess”, you say.

“Great”, he smiles, moving to sit down next to you.

“I’ll get started on number 1”, you suggest, “maybe you can do number 2 and we’ll compare?”

“Sure”, he says sweetly. You’re honestly getting a little freaked out by how friendly he’s being.

You both do your agreed upon work, and then switch off to show each other your answers.

“So?” you ask when he’s finished reading yours, “does that seem right?”

“Yeah”, he replies, “you’re good at this. You ever thought about being a tutor?”

“Oh, no, not really”, you say.

“See, I just ask because our youth group has this program where some of us older members help the younger kids out after school and stuff.”

“Oh, that’s cool”, you tell him, not really engaged the conversation. It all sounds well and good, but you really aren’t interested in being a tutor at the moment.

“You know, the church has a lot of great programs”, Jason continues, and you’re not sure what any of this has to do with the Byzantine empire, which is what you’re supposed to be discussing.

“Okay”, you say.

“They do a lot of outreach, a lot of stuff to help people who have lost their way.”

“Lost their way?” you inquire, a small part of you beginning to understand what’s actually going on.

“Yeah. You know. Made bad choices, got mixed up with the wrong people.”

“Um, I think we should just get back to the assignment”, you suggest, uncomfortable with the discussion and not wanting it to go any further.

“Look”, Jason sighs, “what I’m trying to say is, I don’t know you very well, but you seem like a nice girl. I’d hate to see you go down a bad path.”

Okay. You get it now, and it’s starting to piss you off.

“Thank you, but I’m doing just fine”, you insist.

“You’ve been hanging around with Eddie Munson”, Jason says, as if it’s some scandalous secret and not just you spending time with your boyfriend, “you really shouldn’t do that, you know…”

You stare at him, a little dumbfounded he would just up and say such a thing to you.

“You can’t be serious…”, you say.

Jason leans in to you, a deadly serious expression on his face.

“I’ve heard about guys like him before”, he tells you, “I know the stuff they’re into.”

Yeah, so do you. It’s tabletop role playing games, which is about the least nefarious activity you could possibly think of. Jason clearly doesn’t see it that way, though, because he’s still going on.

“And I know they like to lure innocent people like you into their little organizations. I’m telling you, Munson is bad news. You should stay away before you get hurt.”

You seriously have to hold yourself back from laughing right in Jason’s face. You’re not sure what reality he’s living in, but it clearly isn’t the same one you are. Last weekend, you and Eddie had watched Terms of Endearment and he’d started to cry (well started tearing up at least, even sniffled a little, though he vehemently denied it). There’s not a single situation in which you can ever imagine him causing you intentional harm.

“Okay, you know what”, you say, “I think I’m gonna finish the rest of the assignment alone, thanks.”

Jason grabs your arm gently but firmly. “I’m serious, Y/N. He’s dangerous. Stay away from him before you end up hurt or killed.”

You’re really not sure what the most offensive part of all this is. It’s either that Jason thinks that somehow Eddie Munson, your lovable dork of a boyfriend,is secretly an evil Satanist cult leader, or that you’re apparently too stupid or naive to make that kind of judgment for yourself. Maybe it’s that he volunteered to work with you on an assignment and acted all friendly with you just so he could get this opportunity to preach to you about your supposedly “dangerous” lifestyle. He’s never given you the time of day before, after all.

“I don’t know what it is you think you see in him, but I promise you it’s not going to end well.”

You snort. Is he, what, jealous or something? He’s got a girlfriend, after all, and plenty of other girls who’d be willing to take her place if she were to leave him. It’s kind of sad that he’s apparently so insecure that the mere thought of Eddie Munson getting female attention is enough to have him losing his shit like this.

“Whatever”, you spit, “just leave me alone.”

He glares at you, but ultimately turns his attention to his textbook and doesn’t speak to you for the rest of the class.

-

You happily shove the encounter out of your mind once the bell rings. You’re perfectly content with the social circle you keep, and you’re not going to let some jock with an inflated sense of self importance change that.

Jason apparently doesn’t do the same because he spends lunch glaring at you from his table. Granted, him shooting disgusted looks in the general direction of the Hellfire Club is a regular occurance, but today he’s making it obvious his ire is directed specifically at you.

“What the fuck is his problem?” Eddie asks.

“I dunno”, you shrug, “he’s just an asshole.”

Eddie peers at him for a moment and you can see a familiar glint of mischief twinkle in his eye. Before you can comment, he’s dramatically pushing himself to his feet and sauntering over to Jason and company.

“What do you want?” Jason demands.

“Couldn’t help but notice you staring”, Eddie says, “just wanted to let you know that I’m flattered, but unfortunately you aren’t really my type. Sorry.”

“Fuck off”, Jason barks, “disgusting freak.”

“Don’t take it too hard”, Eddie says, giving him a joking pat on the shoulder before making his way back over to you. You stifle a laugh at the indignant look plastered on Jason’s face. Eddie shoots you a proud grin and you shake your head affectionately. Jason clearly doesn’t know shit about “guys like Eddie.”

-

The next few days pass by uneventfully. Jason doesn’t try talking to you again, which you’re thankful for. Wednesday starts out normally, you go to history, and Jason roundly ignores your presence. Then you have to go to your next class, which is gym.

Definitely not a favorite of yours, and you don’t even have Eddie in your class to ease the pain. You make it through your warm ups, and then the coach has you split up to practice your volleyball serves. Everything’s going well until Andy, one of Jason’s buddies, approaches you out of nowhere.

“Hey, Henderson”, he says, a smirk on his face, “you think you could score me some weed?”

You look at him, confused. You don’t get involved in Eddie’s side hustle, so you’re not sure why he’d ask you.

“What?”

“Oh, I just figured you probably get a good discount”, he goes on, “I mean, that’s why you let Munson fuck you, right?”

You freeze in shock, your cheeks starting to grow hot. You can’t say you’re used to people making comments about your sex life, especially not to your face.

“I mean, I gotta say”, Andy continues, a cruel glint in his eye, “I didn’t take you for a slut. But come on. Spreading your legs for that freak? Jesus, that’s sad. You know, I’d be happy to show you a good time, since you’re so desperate for it.”

You can only stand there, mouth agape. Sure, you’ve gotten a gross comment or two from a male classmate before, but nothing like this. You certainly have never been called a slut before. You try to formulate a response, but you can’t come up with one. It doesn’t matter anyway, because the coach’s whistle rings out, signaling for you all to hit the changing rooms. You dash out of the gym, more than pleased to be away from Andy.

You hop in the shower in the locker room, take a few moments to shake off the discomfort of the interaction. You’re not entirely successful in that endeavor, because it keeps playing in your mind even after you’re dressed and making your way back into the hallways.

You have no idea where the hell Andy came up with all of that. At this point, it’s common knowledge that you and Eddie are dating, but you don’t know where this idea that you’re sleeping with him for drugs came from. It couldn’t be further from the truth.

“Hey, Beautiful”, you’re distracted from your thoughts by Eddie, who comes happily bounding over to you. His face falls when he sees the look on your face though.

“You okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine”, you say. Something about the idea of telling Eddie about what happened leaves a bad taste in your mouth. It’s embarrassing, and you definitely don’t want him to feel like it’s somehow his fault that Jason and Andy are giving you a hard time.

Besides, it doesn’t matter. Once again, nothing they say about you or Eddie is true. You can’t let some stupid jocks get to you.

-

Honestly, you probably could’ve been okay, if that was the end of it. Unfortunately, things only get worse the next day.

As you make your way to your seat in history, you catch sight of Amber and Samantha, two cheerleaders who like to hang around Jason and the others, whispering as you walk by.

You ignore them, figuring you’re being paranoid and they probably aren’t even talking about you, but when you sit down, Amber turns and looks you right in the eye.

She raises her voice then, clearly intending for you to hear what she’s saying.

“I hope she’s gotten tested”, she tells Samantha, “I can’t imagine what nasty shit the Freak is passing on to her.”

You take a deep breath, turning away from her.

It doesn’t matter, you tell yourself, it’s not true.

“I hope the drugs are worth it,” Samantha says.

You clench your jaw as you slip into your seat. It shouldn’t bother you so much. It's not true, and even if it were, who cares what Amber and Samantha have to say about it?

You’re dating Eddie because you like him. You like the way he’s always joking around and making you laugh, you like that he makes a point of looking out for Dustin and his friends, you like the way he looks at you with those big puppy dog eyes and flashes that mischievous grin. Cheap access to his drugs has never even crossed your mind.

You shouldn’t concern yourself with what they say, you know that, but hearing your name in connection with “slut” grinds at you.

-

During gym class, you do your best to avoid Andy, because everytime he notices you looking at him, he’s making some suggestive gesture at you. You don’t bother telling anyone about it, since Andy’s on the basketball team and the coach would probably take his side.

In the hallway, you accidentally bump into Patrick from the basketball team. You mutter an apology, which he accepts, but his girlfriend gives you the dirtiest look you’ve ever seen.

“Don’t talk to her”, you hear her tell him as you walk away, “she’s a slut.”

-

All of the gossip has put you in a foul mood by the time you get to your second to last period of the day, which happens to be study hall.

Like always, it’s in the cafeteria, with you and a bunch of other students of varying grade levels all sitting around doing your homework. Technically, you’re not supposed to talk, but the teacher in charge is way too underpaid to worry about enforcing that, so you can usually get away with conversation as long as things don’t get too rowdy.

You’re not taking advantage of that today, rather trying your best to distract yourself by actually doing your homework. You’re halfway through summarizing Act 3 of Hamlet when you hear someone say your name.

“Hey, Y/N…”

You’re confused when you look up to find Lucas standing there. Technically, you’ve known him for years, but it’s not like you’ve ever associated with him outside the time he spends with Dustin.

“What?” you ask, a little meaner than you mean to.

“I just thought you should know that…well, I think Jason has been going around saying things about you.”

Of course. You should’ve known Jason was behind this. Jason fucking Carver. Captain of the Basketball Team. Active member of the local church. Son of one of the most respected families in Hawkins. He’s clearly used to people listening to whatever he has to say. Apparently, his ego couldn’t handle you dismissing his comments about your relationship with Eddie.

Jesus, you’d always known he was a bit of an asshole, but this is a level of pettiness you’d never expected, even from him.

“Don’t tell him I told you”, Lucas adds, “but I just thought you should know.”

“Thank you”, you say. You’re definitely glad to have that piece of information.

-

The next day, you storm into Mr. Price’s classroom with righteous fury coursing through your veins. You bypass your desk and instead march straight up to Jason.

He pauses his conversation with Andy and Samantha when he sees you approach.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You demand.

“Excuse me?” Jason asks.

“I know you’ve been starting rumors about me”, you tell him, “what exactly is your problem, Jason?”

“Me? I don’t have a problem”, Jason insists, “I just think it’s fair the men of Hawkins High get a warning about your ‘extracurricular’ activities.”

You can feel heat flood your cheeks.

“You’re a dick, Jason!” you hiss.

“You know, Y/N”, Jason retorts, “I actually feel bad for you. I mean, no decent man is ever going to want you when they find out you’ve been giving it up to some trailer trash freak.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about”, you snap.

“Believe me, I know exactly what happens to girls who hang around with filthy, Satan-worshiping scumbags”, he says, “and you know what? I’m not going to feel sorry for you when they’re finding your body dumped in the woods.”

“Get over yourself!”

“Whatever”, Jason shakes his head, “I’m not gonna take the attitude from some little slut.”

You’re not fully in control of yourself during what happens next. One second you’re standing there listening to Jason degrade you, the next your fist is connecting with his face.

He stands there, stunned for a moment, before opening his mouth to say something. He doesn’t get the chance though, because Mr. Price gets to it first.

“Ms. Henderson”, he gasps, “Mr. Carver, what on earth is going on here?”

“She punched me in the face”, Jason spits accusingly.

“I-I…I’m sorry I…”

“Enough”, Mr. Price sighs, “I want both of you going to the principal’s office right now!”

-

You’re in deep shit. That much is immediately clear. You punched Jason Carver in the face. It’s not like you even claim it was self defense, since he didn’t do anything physical to you.

“So”, Principal Higgins sighs, “tell me what happened again?”

“She punched me in the face”, Jason hisses.

“Is that true?”

“Yes”, you sigh, “but he called me a slut.”

Principal Higgins rubs his temple, processing the information. Meanwhile, Jason’s gaze is fixed firmly on you, his eyes full of hatred.

“Mr. Carver”, Higgins says finally, “that is not appropriate language to use in regards to another student. You may go back to class, but I better not hear about something like this again.”

Jason stands and marches out of the office, as if he has a right to be pissed about Higgins’ scolding. You suppress the urge to roll your eyes. Of course he gets a slap on the wrist. Nobody wants to punish the star basketball player. You’re certain that if it were anyone else, Eddie or Dustin or one of the other Hellfire Club members, they definitely wouldn’t be getting off so easily.

“Now, as for you Ms. Henderson”, Higgins says, “we do not allow for any sort of violence in this school. However, in all your years at this school, you have never had to receive any form of discipline. So I’m willing to be flexible here. Normally, something like this could be grounds for suspension, but since this is your first time, I say it’s two weeks detention after school starting next Monday. Does that sound fair to you?”

Not really, no, but you can’t say that.

“Yes”, you reply instead.

“Alright. Good. Now go back to class. And Ms. Henderson, I sincerely hope I won’t have to see you in my office again.”

-

You’re in a bad mood when Mr. Price’s class finally ends. You’ve gone your entire high school career without getting a detention and now you’ve ruined that over some pompous dick bag. Speaking of, Jason has been staring daggers at you since you returned to class, and is continuing to do so even now as you’re leaving.

There’s a tense, awkward moment where you both stand there in the hallway, glaring at each other, but it’s broken when the force of a body colliding with your back almost takes you off your feet. Jason is forgotten when a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.

“Eddie”, you huff playfully.

“How’d you know it was me?” he asks as you turn around to face him.

“Cause you can’t keep your hands to yourself, Munson”, you reply.

“Don’t blame me”, he replies, “you know I’m powerless to resist your charms.”

Before you can reply he’s pulling you close and beginning to press kisses to your cheek. You know the two of you are making a scene, and on any other day you might be a little self conscious about it, but today you’re just glad to have him around.

His kisses stop suddenly and you realize he’s stopped because he’s finally noticed Jason’s hateful glaring. Unfazed as always, he just flashes a cocky smile and gives Jason a mocking impression of a friendly wave. Jason makes a face like he’s wishing for both you and Eddie’s violent deaths.

“Geez”, Eddie comments, “he looks pissed.”

“Um, yeah, probably because I punched him in the face”, you mutter.

Eddie’s eyes widen in obvious surprise.

“He had it coming”, you add, “he was being a Dick.”

You know you don’t have to defend yourself to Eddie. He knows better than anyone how nasty Jason can be.

“My, my, Fair Lady Henderson”, he smiles, “I dare say that was very Metal of you.”

“Yeah, well, Higgins didn’t think so”, you reply, “I got two weeks detention for it.”

“Ol’ Higgins never did have a sense of humor”, Eddie says, “but from where I’m standing, you’re basically a hero.”

“Really?”

“Hell yeah”, Eddie tells you, “Jason and his goons have been making our lives miserable for years.”

You can’t help but smile at that. You’re definitely not happy with the day’s events, but knowing Eddie’s on your side makes it a little more bearable.

-

On Monday you begrudgingly make your way to Mrs. Cline’s room for your first day of detention.

“Ms. Henderson?” she asks when you walk in.

“Yeah”, you say, a little embarrassed.

“Wonderful”, she says, checking your name off of a list in front of her, “please take a seat.”

There’s only two other people in there with you, so you just pick a seat as far from them as possible and sit down.

“Alright”, Mrs. Cline says, “looks like everyone’s here except…”

“I’m here.”

You look up in surprise to see Eddie come walking into the room.

“Ah, yes, Mr. Munson”, Mrs. Cline says dryly, “what a surprise. Please take a seat.”

You know that Eddie isn’t a stranger to detention, but it’s weird that he didn’t mention anything to you when you’d told him about it. He walks over to the desk next to yours, looking way too pleased for someone who’s about to serve a stint in detention.

“What are you doing here?” you ask.

“Oh, you know, got caught vandalizing the boy’s locker room during free period”, he tells you.

“What? When?”

“Friday”, he says with a satisfied smirk.

You frown. This must’ve happened after the whole Jason thing on Friday which means…

Which means Eddie did it knowing that you were also going to be in detention.

“Eddie”, you say, “did you get detention just because I did?”

“I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?” he grins.

You can’t help but smile along with him.

“Mr. Munson, Ms. Henderson”, Mrs. Cline calls from her desk, “no talking during detention.”

Eddie mimes zipping his lips and waits until Mrs. Cline looks away before giving you a playful wink. You stifle a giggle.

You don’t know Jason all that well, but you’re pretty sure he would never dream of landing himself in detention just to keep his girlfriend company. You’ve never seen him make a scene in the middle of the hallways to get her to smile. That’s the thing about this that really gets under your skin. Jason and the others don’t know shit. They think that just because Eddie doesn’t fall into their narrow definition of “acceptable”, he must be scary and dangerous. They think that just because you’re not afraid of him, you must be dirty and corrupted. They’re too close-minded to look closer and see that Eddie is the sweetest boyfriend you could ever imagine, that you spend time with him because he makes you happy. They’d rather write him off as a freak and you off as a slut than accept that maybe their perception is wrong.

You’re far from being a violent person, but you can’t say you regret what you did. Jason deserved to be put in his place, and it’s not like you did any serious damage to him anyway. You’re glad you stood up for yourself, for Eddie. You’ve probably tacked “psycho bitch” onto your already unflattering “whore” reputation, but at this point, you’re not sure you care. If being a freak means you get to spend your days with the love of your life, you will gladly accept that label.

-

After the designated two hours are up, Mrs. Cline dismisses you all.

“Well, that wasn’t so bad”, you say as you and Eddie start making your way through the hall.

“Nah”, he replies, “I mean it’s boring but it’s not bad.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely not planning on having to do this again”, you continue, “but it’s bearable.”

Eddie nods.

“I’m sorry, by the way”, he adds.

“For what?”

“Jason and the others. They’ve been giving you a hard time, right?”

“Yeah”, you shrug, “it is what it is. Not your fault.”

“I mean it kind of is”, Eddie replies, “they’re only doing it because you’re dating me.”

“Eddie”, you say, “Jason’s an asshole, okay? That’s not on you. If he can’t handle our relationship, then fuck him.”

That gets a grin out of Eddie.

“You know, you’re getting to be quite a rabble rouser, Henderson”, he jokes.

“I’m learning from the best”, you tease back.

Eddie’s smile widens. He follows you out to your car and then presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“See you tomorrow, Sweetheart”, he says and then heads off to his van. You watch him go, butterflies still lingering in your tummy from the contact.

If you’d actually had any doubts about Eddie, they would’ve disappeared in that moment. That feeling, it’s a one of a kind thing. No one’s ever managed to give it to you before, and you’re not sure anyone else ever will. You love Eddie. He loves you. He’s sweet, and silly and he treats you right. If your peers want to believe a bunch of bullshit about you two, then let them. You know what you have, and you’re not going to let them ruin it for you.

Grinning to yourself, you hop in your car, put the Black Sabbath tape you borrowed from Eddie into the player and head home.

#stranger things #eddie munson #feral raccoon boy #nikki’s fic library #nikki writes #eddie x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x henderson!reader #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #henderson!sister #henderson!reader #eddie munson fic #st fanfic #eddie munson fandom #reader x eddie munson #femme!reader x Eddie munson #eddie x you #eddie x y/n #y/n x Eddie munson

[icdrawings]

I'm gonna make this place your home

By @rocksibblingsau

Branch's drawings from them to now

It's also to represent his memories of his family that he had forgotten and unknown turama that shows up in nightmares

But also the joy of his big sister

#rocksibblingsau #trolls #branch trolls #abandoned branch #feral branch #own artwork #rock trolls #barb trolls #barb is best big sister #from Branch's pictures #she takes that picture with pride #turama #memory loss #au

[relicsongmel]

Thinking about Iris' very open disdain for spirit channeling and how it seemingly contradicts many other elements of her character.

Let me explain—Iris prior to the end of BttT is a woman who only knows facades, covering up the truth, and only presenting herself exactly as she wants others to see her. We see this over and over again throughout the course of the story: she hides her real identity while dating Phoenix, she does damage control for Dahlia and Godot to help them avoid blame for their crimes, and she is extremely selective about which information she chooses to disclose to specific people depending on whatever role she finds herself playing in that moment (daughter, girlfriend, accomplice, etc). Her demeanor as a whole is also rather meek and unassuming, and she's shown to be exceptionally kind; she expresses favorable opinions on most everyone she meets, even those continuously treated poorly by other characters (like Larry) or those that have objectively done reprehensible things (like Dahlia).

All of this stands in stark contrast to her saying in no uncertain terms that she hates spirit channeling:

This stands out to me because it is one of very few things that Iris is completely forthright honest about in the early portion of this case. After spending all day avoiding Phoenix and now carefully dodging his questions towards her in hopes of preventing the truth of her deception from coming out (all of this while actively avoiding her responsibilities at the Inner Temple because of Larry's "blackmail" letter which also threatened to expose her "secret"), why is this the one bit of truth she chooses to divulge here? Or rather: why is this the one thing she seemingly cannot lie about?

Obviously the answer lies in Iris' past and the permanent damage that was done to her and her family due to the politics of the Fey clan, with the Kurain Channeling Technique at the root, and the DL-6 incident as the event that brought everything to ruin. Iris bore witness to her mother Morgan losing the title of Master of Kurain due to her inferior powers and the despair that caused her, then three years later saw her aunt Misty who, despite purportedly being so much better than her mother, made a mistake while channeling that led to an innocent man's conviction, disgracing the Fey name and causing her to flee the village in shame. With this in mind, it makes sense that Iris would feel so strongly about spiritual powers doing more harm than good; after all, she has firsthand experience of the damage that can be done to the women that have it.

But what of the women that don't have it—namely, Iris herself? What happens to a spirit medium, born of the Fey bloodline, daughter of the then-master of her channeling school, when she's shown to not have any spiritual powers? I'm of the opinion that Iris' hatred is not only a product of what she's seen happen to her mother and aunt, but also very closely tied to what is, essentially, her earliest failure in life—after all, what good is a medium who can't channel? Fey women are raised to believe that their worth is linked to how well they can perform the service of their clan, which is the same reason why Maya beats herself up for failing to channel Mia in Turnabout Goodbyes and Pearl does the same with Dahlia later in this case. In a sense, Iris' hatred of spirit channeling is an externalization of her own self-hatred—unlike Dahlia, who mainly copes by lashing out and seeking revenge on those who wrong her, Iris is far too gentle and loving to lay blame on any one person. But all that repressed guilt and anger still has to go somewhere—and it manifests through this one small crack in her otherwise flawless facade. The one thing she cannot bring herself to find beauty in no matter how much she tries. The one thing that should have given her purpose but didn't—leaving her no choice but to mold herself beyond recognition over and over into roles that aren't truly her own, but at the very least give her meaning where she was denied it before.

And knowing her? She probably hates that flaw more than anything.

#ace attorney #pwaa #ace attorney trials and tribulations #aa #iris hawthorne #iris fey #iris of hazakura temple #phoenix wright #dahlia hawthorne #morgan fey #misty fey #aa3 spoilers #meta #my meta #i still have a BIT more to say about iris choosing to stay at hazakura temple in spite of this hatred #and what that says about her. but that'll have to wait for another day bc this post is already quite long #guys i love iris soooo much did you know that #local woman going feral over sister iris ace attorney for the 261478th time. more at 11

[thegamingcatmom]

Okay, but how do we feel about those three-

-being your sugar mommas?

Spoiling you, pampering you, providing you with everything you could ever want or need.

...Only for you to reject those offerings, because you're better than that. You don't need anyone to "wipe your ass for you", so to speak.

(...Attempts have been made though, which we will not talk about because you'd like to preserve at least some of your dignity, thank you very much.)

Anyhow, you've never been one for jewelry or expensive cars or shiny black cards. The one thing you wanted was the one thing they couldn't give you, wouldn't give you.

There's quite a few things that no amount of money can buy - friendship, love, happiness,-

Freedom.

.

.

.

OR:

Thinking you'd be an easy target - an easy meal - you get abducted by The Sisters. What they haven't accounted for, however, was the fact you were anything but.

#twilight #the twilight saga #denali coven #denali sisters #feral denali sisters #feral sisters #tanya denali #kate denali #irina denali #fanfiction #fanfic idea #wip #mayhaps

[for-a-longlongtime]

I Guess It’s Going To Be One Of Those Days

(Or basically every one that ends in ‘day’)

I’m okay I’m fine. 🥵

Video by @suzdin via Tiktok, posted by somemutts on PP sub Reddit l.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #frankie morales #triple frontier #narcos #Javier Peña #the equalizer 2 #Dave York #javi gutierrez #the unbearable weight of massive talent #Veracruz #burnt notice #Joel miller #the last of us #zach wellison #brothers & sisters #Feral Monday or something idk just have me committed

[navarresimp]

it is canon that Callie takes her totally not grandfather to ikea to redecorate his interior design nightmare of a base

#splatoon #splatoon 2 #splat2n #callie cuttlefish #squid sisters #dj octavio #splatoon hero mode #ikea #splatoon meme #low quality art #I find their dynamic so fucking funny #Callies true goal is to buy an ikea shark #old guy and his feral granddaughter up to no good

[i-am-the-avatar-of-idiocy]

HEYYY

Can I request p2 to Obey Me!younger sister!reader?

(Loved the first part btw <3)

How would reader’s relationship be with the side characters + royals?

Much love 🌬️🩷

Ofc and I’m glad u liked it :)

part one

Diavolo is glad to have a sibling, someone who is his equal. Someone who doesn’t have to walk on eggshells around him. He spoils you rotten often. Throughout your childhood when you (inevitably) suffered from the isolation of royalty, he was always there to support you and would do anything to see you happy. However I think he would try to appease too much and let you get away with anything.

Barbatos is a strange case and as are you by extension. Where Barbatos was ‘trapped’ into service, you were not. You are free, unrestricted by diavolo’s rules, for the most part beyond basic laws. You use your ability still where your brother cannot. You have a good relationship that could be better, though. I think that his service under diavolo and sort of calming down lead to a rift between you that you both want to fix but aren’t exactly sure how to. (Also loving the idea of Barbie’s sister dating Solomon rn)

simeon and you have your average healthy sibling bond. There’s not much more I could say other than he’s relatively protective over you especially in the Devildom and after he lost his status as Angel there was a huge argument between you two that you like to pretend never happened but really needs to be addressed at some point

Solomon is another strange case. Obviously, if you chose to stay human, you’re long dead. However if you didn’t, you’re both lonely but try not to show it to the world. You will look out for each other to the end of the world. I also think that Solomon teases you ALL OF THE TIME. Maybe you’re immune to his food? Or maybe even like it? I feel like your relationship would be chill

luke is very young himself but takes pride in ‘defending’ you from threats and is extremely protective until he matures and realises the threats (totally not the demons) aren’t so bad after all. You love each other and you adore the sweet treats too. I can see you spending time together baking and also I think barbatos would think you’re adorable in this scenario

#Platonic #obey me x reader #lord diavolo x reader #barbatos x reader #simeon x reader #solomon x reader #luke obey me #obey me solomon #obey me swd #obey me #obey me diavolo #Obey me barbatos #barbies sister dating Solomon for the win!! #I might make a post on that. Maybe #Going feral over it ngl

[achaotichuman]

Nah but the argument that 'I as an eldest sister would NEVER let my youngest sister go into the woods' is so stupid, because it completely dependent on the idea that your youngest sister would even LET you help her.

Bro if my youngest sister decided she was gonna hunt in the woods to feed my family, God and Satan themselves couldn't stop her. If I tried to go with her and she didn't want me too I would wake up in an attic tied to a chair. Not let out until she gets home and deigns to let me out. She is twelve.

#yes i am an eldest brother #but i lived most of my life as an eldest sister so i get a say #acotar #nesta archeron #pro nesta archeron #feyre archeron #pro feyre archeron #feyre was actually a feral protective youngest sister who wouldn't let anyone help her #as most youngest siblings are