#fun fact I had curly blonde hair when I was little but my hair is more of a wavy brownish color now

[sakuramoussy]

So what happened to his family? Is it possible that at least one of his parents still lives to this day, unaware of Luis’ presence and aching to know the truth?

#primordial life #pl luis #luis #my art #little kid Luis doesn't have the colored undertones cuz it changes as he gets older #fun fact I had curly blonde hair when I was little but my hair is more of a wavy brownish color now #so thats the inspo on him haha #not dyed hair like Blaze #my characters #original character #fave

[herlondonboy]

unclaimed, clarisse la rue

summary: after being unclaimed for seven years, your father claims you when a new kid arrives and is claimed.

warnings: bullying a little, i guess… they’ll be a part 2 if anyone likes this one. there’s not very much clarisse x reader, but there will be in part 2

wc: 1.6k

a/n: guys it’s my bday in three days… i wanna be 16 forever

you were barely ten when you arrived at camp half-blood. you were scared, shaking, and cold as your satyr protector led you away from the body of your mother and to the entrance of the camp.

with no idea of what was happening, you followed him blindly, hoping for an answer, but the second you crossed the threshold, you collapsed.

when you awoke, there was a blonde kid above you with a wide smile. “hi,” he said, “i’m will!”

you sat up in confusion, murmuring, “where am i?”

“camp half-blood,” will responded. “your satyr didn’t tell you?”

you shook your head. “what’s a satyr?”

since then, you and will had been friends. he was your only constant at camp. in the seven years you’d been there, you hadn’t been claimed by a god. it was understandable. you didn’t do anything to make them proud. you weren’t good at archery or sword fighting, you didn’t get along with nature nor were you heroic.

but, in those seven years, you had been claimed by someone else.

clarisse la rue was the daughter of ares. she knew how to get what she wanted and at 15 what she wanted was you. clarisse became a constant in your life. breakfasts would be spent feeling her eyes on you, archery practice she was purposefully tease you as if you weren’t already bad enough with a bow as it was.

then, she asked you out. you had been supporting a crush on her for a year at that point, so it was a no-brainer. you loved your girlfriend more than anything.

will and clarisse were the only people you were devoted to. the only people you really trusted.

as of now, your seventeenth birthday was quickly approaching. clarisse and will wanted to make it special since you hadn’t really celebrated any birthdays since you were ten. three days before your mother died getting you to safety.

it seemed like their efforts were futile because three days before your birthday, a curly-haired blond boy walked through the entrance after supposedly killing a minotaur. all celebrations had been pushed to the back of everyone’s minds. to the back of clarisse’s mind.

you didn’t care though, your birthday wasn’t a fun celebration. it didn’t even hurt that you weren’t anyone’s first priority. in fact, you were happy.

percy came with a reputation already hung over his head. he had killed a minotaur, though clarisse would tell everyone that it was bull crap. he was like ten, there was no way. you didn’t care that much. if they say he killed a monster, then he killed a monster.

as you sat at lunch, three days before your birthday, you were shot looks of pity. whether it was because your girlfriend was ignoring you or because you hadn’t been claimed in nearly seven years, you had no idea.

with a sigh, you got up and retreated back to the hermes cabin. you wished chiron would have let you choose which one you wanted to stay in. it was clear you had overstayed your welcome. they didn’t like you very much.

later that day, after sparring, it was dinner and your girlfriend was nowhere to be found. and of course, neither was percy jackson.

you got up and walked down to the outhouse where two of clarisse’s half-siblings were guarding the outside.

“let me past,” you ordered. they shared a look so you just pushed past, in time to see clarisse be soaked head to toe with what you hoped was tap water.

she glared at the boy before turning and storming out past you, followed by another two of her siblings. you’d comfort her in a minute.

“i’m sorry about her,” you said sincerely. “clarisse doesn’t like liars and she doesn’t believe that you killed the minotaur.”

“i’m not lying!”

“i didn’t say you were,” you furrowed your eyebrows. “but, uh, water powers, eh?”

“what?”

you shook your head. “i’m y/n.”

the boy nodded. “i know who you are.”

that made you frown. “you mean you know i’ve been unclaimed for seven years?”

“i-i,” he stammered, making you scoff.

“no worries. see you around, percy jackson, minotaur killer, orphan.”

“ouch.”

“don’t worry. i got here the same way, only hades didn’t save my mother, i don’t think. i didn’t see, too busy running and not killing,” you said. “welcome to camp half-blood.”

you walked out and to the ares cabin, knocking on the door.

your girlfriend opened with a glare, “what?” she asked.

“hello to you, too. i missed you too,” you mocked. clarisse just raised an eyebrow so you dropped your facade. “what was that back there? he’s a child, clarisse.”

“he’s a liar.”

you rolled your eyes and pushed her into the cabin. clarisse held back a smile as you made it dark and brought her over to her bed before kissing her lips softly. “leave him alone, please. i have a feeling he’s not the type of person that you want to mess with.”

clarisse scoffed at your reasoning and didn’t make any promises, but held you close.

“has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful?” clarisse asked suddenly, making you roll your eyes. “not… not in the way the aphrodite kids are. more like… like deathly beautiful.”

“thanks… i think?”

-

capture the flag was something that camp took very seriously. you were obviously on clarisse’s team, red team. even though you hadn’t won since a child of athena started leading the blue team. part of you hoped that percy would join your team, but knew he wouldn’t.

you forced a smile onto your face when you saw him. will had told you to smile more. that it makes one more approachable. it didn’t feel right to you, though.

you coughed and got in position.

you were by the water when percy came, clarisse hot on his tail. it was a fight you didn’t want to get in the middle of. you flinch when you heard your girlfriend’s spear snap then again when she screamed. you felt bad for the kid, he didn’t know what he had just started.

luke then ran down with the rest of the blue team cheering him on as he dug the red flag into the pebbles. clarisse stormed away once again, leaving you, yet again, with percy jackson.

you saw a colourful outline of a person, before annabeth took off her cap and revealed herself. she congratulated and her cursed her out for not helping him. you watched from afar as annabeth showed him way.

percy was suddenly in the water.

when annabeth pushed percy into the water, everyone watched intently. his cuts healed instantly as he yelled at her. he didn’t even know the gravity of the situation. the crowds went silent as everyone’s gaze moved from percy to above him.

another demigod claimed within days, when you hadn’t been claimed in years.

percy jackson, son of poseidon. a forbidden child. the only one, as thalia had died.

you knew it was only a matter of time before he was sent on a quest. you prayed for him.

that night, you tossed and turned in bed. sleep never came easy, but now it was like something was forcing you to stay awake. you groaned and opened your eyes, confused.

this didn’t look like the hermes cabin.

“hello, child,” you heard a deep voice say, making you turn around.

“who are you?” you asked. you knew who he was, though. he was hades. you were in the underworld, somehow. what you wanted to know, was who he was to you. “is it you?”

“is what me?”

“my father. are you him?” you asked bitterly. seven years. seven years curious and he only now claimed you out of pure jealousy.

“you know the answer.”

you nodded. “why now? why not seven years ago?”

“you know the answer to that, too.”

you were becoming seriously irate. your father was a prick.

“the boy didn’t just take something from my brother. he took something from me, too. i need you to get it back,” you father ordered. “before you say no, i have something you want.”

he nodded to an area behind you and you turned to see a golden statue, like someone had been touched my midas. the statue looked eerily familiar. then it clicked. “my mother?” you whispered.

“get me my helm of darkness.”

you shot awake in a cold sweat, blinking at the light. was it morning already?

“someone get luke,” you heard a hermes kid whisper. “quickly!”

everyone was looking at you. or rather, above you. you looked up at your father’s symbol glowing above your head, a three-headed dog. you felt sick.

not only were you a forbidden child, but you were the forbidden child of hades. when word got around to luke, he had practically dragged you to chiron’s office. it didn’t take long, so your father’s symbol was still over your head before quickly disappearing after chiron saw it.

luke had been asked to leave and you were alone with chiron and mr. d. “i-“

“we have a quest for you,” mr. d cut you off. “with peter johnson.”

“we would like to you to go and retrieve the master bolt from your father,” chiron told you. “you leave with percy and two others of his choosing tomorrow.”

“do i not have a choice?” you asked.

“you’re the only way they’re going to get out of the underworld. they need you.”

you sighed and nodded. “okay.”

this was not you wanted when you said you wanted to be claimed.

suddenly, you had forgotten all about what your father asked of you. your only job now was protecting percy jackson.

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse pjo #clarisse la rue #elijah writes #please reblog

[hunnysnoops]

White Teeth Teens

Chapter One: Undone

Kylie Broflovski x fem Reader

If you want to destroy my sweater, pull this thread as I walk away.

Premise: Despite having almost inseparable families, you and Kyle couldn't hate each other anymore than you already. The second you saw him you had your claws out and we would be ready to hold a knife to your throat, like wolves you devoured each other until a bump in the road sent you tumbling into a new dynamic. Maybe you two can find new ways to fall apart.

PART TWO

CW: Vulgar language+humour / mentions of smoking and drugs / Cartman gets called fat

Kyle was the only one who knew how truly competitive you were. He couldn't figure out how no one else saw especially during your sports matches, you always had to be forward, had to score the last point, had to win, and you craved it as compulsively as the nicotine you sucked from your fingernails when you ran out of cigarettes to burn through.

Your parents had always been close to Kyle's since high school allegedly; being constantly forced to jump back and forth between each other's houses for family dinners and game nights didn't aid in the fact that you wanted to tear each other's throats out with razor-sharp teeth. They say that distance makes the heart grow fonder and this absurd proximity made the both of you sick with a frothing rage.

You couldn't pinpoint exactly where this hatred started, it was likely back in middle school where it was taboo for boys and girls to hang out, and those kids acted like it breached scripture if you did. Truthfully you didn't remember being friends but there was photo evidence of you playing as children so you couldn't deny it.

He has seen every inch of your life inside and out from the seventeen years that you were cursed to spend side by side. He knew that you had some fun habits such as swallowing back a little bit of synthetic sunshine in the form of little tabs of acid and how you would take a joint for a stroll in the dead of night.

For every secret he held over your head, you dangled one of his right before his green eyes. This is the only thing that kept all hell from breaking loose.

"Good practice girls, I'll see all of you on Thursday," Coach Jackson said, with no indication of pride for the team's gruelling efforts on her tanned face, not even a dribble of sweat on her brow since all she did was stand in place and yell at you.

As soccer practice finally came to a close the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting an orange glow on the team where you all lay on the ground of the pitch next to your bags, trying to catch your breath. Nichole chugged down her water so fast that it was dribbling down her chin and droplets had soaked into her tee shirt.

You were the most composed of all of them despite being a little short of breath, you wiped the sweat from the bow of your lip and began to peel off your sweaty shin guards.

"How are you so okay?" Annie asked, red-faced, strands of her curly blonde hair sticking out and flying loose in the wind while she sipped on a Gatorade.

You shrug "I run a lot," It was the truth, you liked the feeling of burning in your lungs along with the fact that you built up good stamina and in turn were able to withstand your coach's harsh practices.

"I should start running with you," Annie says, panting heavily before she throws herself flat against the cool grass.

"I don't know if you could keep up," There's something of a smile playing on Red's face while she shoves her gross gear into her duffle bag. "I see her run by my house every night." She had a bit of trouble keeping her shag cut tied back in a ponytail, any attempt to get the layers to stay in a braid or bun was futile so she settled on a black headband to at least keep it out of her face.

Off in the distance, Bebe honked her car horn, she had shown up early to pick up her friends and due to this in the last fifteen minutes of practice you could hear classic Justin Bieber blasting faintly from her car. "Annie, we gotta go," Nichole says.

"Ugh," Annie draws out in her dazey state. Nichole paid her friend the service of grabbing her bag and trying to drag her up to her feet.

"C'mon," Nichole mutters, hooking an arm around Annie and yanking her up to her feet. Annie finds her own footing and detaches herself from Nichole, she's still in her shin guards and cleats. "Are you coming to Wendy's later?" Nichole looks at you, sweat shimmering on her ebony skin beneath the setting sun.

You think about it for a moment before ultimately shaking your head "I gotta pick my brother up."

"What about after?"

"Too crammed with homework," You were lying through your teeth, your social battery was just running a little low and things with your dad weren't going too great. You made the decision that you needed to lock yourself in the bathroom run the shower over your skin and scrub until the water washed away the stress of your week or get high with Kenny until you felt your face go numb. Just something along those lines.

"Too bad," Annie frowns, eyes half-lidded and breathes shallow.

"See you tomorrow then," Red waves at you before heading to her car, bright hair sticking out in the green landscape.

“Love ya, Red,” You look around at the rest of your team, all cooling down and conversing "Anyone need a ride home?" Everyone looks around and shakes their heads "Isla?"

"No," She says "I'm going with Kelly."

"Alright," You sling your bag over your shoulder, clutching your carabiner in hand, it has a little keychain of a Volkswagon bus on it, a cowboy hat knick-knack and of course your actual keys. "Bye guys, see you on Thursday."

Your words are met with collective 'goodbyes' from the girls. You walk off the pitch, and despite your legs feeling like jello you manage to step off of the grassy field and land on concrete, lazy steps leading you back to your car.

Tossing your bag into the backseat, you tap around on your phone to connect to the speaker, turn it up as loud as it goes and roll down your windows. You liked your music so loud that you couldn't even hear your own thoughts, just your playlist on shuffle as you absentmindedly sang along to it. You grabbed some body spray and doused the car in it to cover up the subtle linger of cigarettes from your late-night drive the previous evening.

The air was warm and carried the scent of fresh-cut grass as you drove through the familiar suburban streets. With the windows down, you felt the gentle breeze tousle your hair, a welcome relief from the day's heat. You hummed along to the music, mind drifting as you navigated the familiar route.

As you turned the corner onto their neighbour's street, the sun painted the sky in a breathtaking array of colours - hues of orange, pink, and purple blending seamlessly against the evening sky. You couldn't help but steal a moment to admire the beauty of the sunset, the vibrant colours reflecting in your eyes. It was nearing six pm when you finally pulled into the Broflovski driveway.

You step out, looking a little worse for wear. You had taken off your shin guards and cleats but left the knee-high socks on as well as a tee shirt with the South Park cows logo on it and a pair of athletic shorts. It was one of the warmer days since it was nearing summer though South Park had a way with erratic weather that couldn't make up its mind, you were sure there would be a storm tomorrow to cancel out the nice weather.

Knocking on the door, you put on a smile, expecting to see Gerald or Sheila though you were unpleasantly met with their oldest son, Kyle. Your smile drops immediately and it's easy to see that he isn't too excited to see you either. "Oh." You push passed Kyle and into his house "Weston," You call out "Time to go!"

Kyle wrinkles his nose "You smell like hand sanitizer," He says, speaking on all of the body mist you had sprayed in the car.

"And you look like orphan Annie," You turn quickly to face him before calling up the stairs "Weston, let's go!"

"Did you leave your windows down at the car wash?" His eyes rake up your body at your sweaty form, little strands of hair sticking to your neck. 

"Go on Accutane, matchstick," You retort. This nickname came about when Kyle began to outgrow his friends, with a lanky body and a mop of curly red hair, the nickname struck you in a moment of genius. As of now, he was wearing his hat, he hardly ever took it off, especially out in public. You'd only seen it come off his head when he was swimming or when his mom forced it off.

Something about the Broflovski house was always comforting even if you hated one-fourth of the family, you loved the other three. The scent of whatever Sheila was cooking always lingered in the air, right now the smell was sweet and faint. You assumed she hadn't been home but caught a glimpse of a cookie rack set out on the kitchen counter. 

His eyebrows furrow "My acne isn't even that bad," He was right, you just knew that it got under his skin "Junkie," He says, a little less creative than your nickname for him, born from the time you did acid and woke up in his backyard, luckily before his parents noticed you but not after Kyle took pictures of you passed out on the grassy lawn as well as a few rumours that had been spread about you.

"Sure, ginger, sorry you have a hard knock life," You had run out of insults to call him after seventeen years. In middle school, you ripped on him constantly for how scrawny he was along with voice cracks and his acne, though in recent years, he had passed puberty, had a deeper voice, sorted out his pimple issue, and taken to running, basketball, lacrosse, and going to the gym to tone up. You could still rag on him for it but it has less impact when it wasn't true and god knows you wouldn't go mocking his religion, you may have hated him but you had morals. All you had left to make fun of was his hair colour.

It was similar to the way he couldn't make fun of you for being ugly, unpopular, or stupid like he used to since puberty hit you like a bus and you were almost unrecognizable from the brace-faced awkward kid you used to be. You were also a little too confident and erratic for his liking. 

You were going to make your way upstairs to Ike's room where you assumed the two boys had been until you heard the familiar sound of upbeat electric rhythms and horribly overacted lines of Fury Fighters, a classic 1v1 fighting game. You move away from Kyle and turn into the living room where you see your little brother and Ike on the couch, hyper-focused on the game ahead of them. "Did you go deaf suddenly or were you just ignoring me?"

"I was ignoring you," Weston says, bluntly. His hair is an untamed mess and the collar of his wrinkled tee is stretched out. He doesn't even look back at you but Kyle cracks a smile at his words.

"C'mon shrimp, we gotta go," You say, crossing your arms.

He lets out a groan "Can I stay like thirty more minutes?"

You shake your head "Nah, Kyle's cologne is giving me a headache."

Ike snorts a laugh and glances back at his brother, his smile falls when he looks at you; he's putting on his tough guy persona. He clears his throat and deepens his voice in the slightest "What's up?" It was clear that the little brother had a crush on you though no one brought it up, you could tell it bothered Weston.

"Hey, Ike," You give him a tight-lipped smile, watching as he turns back to the TV, fingers clicking over the controller aggressively. "You can finish this round and we're out."

"Yes!" Weston says "Thanks, love you," He says with haste, thinking that it'll butter you up.

You plop yourself on the carpeted floor in front of the couch to watch the match play out. Ike was playing as Tempest, a mage who was wise and old, a long white beard yet he somehow had an absolutely shredded pixel body. Weston was playing Sable, a pink-haired woman in a short nurse's uniform who used surgical tools as weapons, she was your go-to back when you still played Fury Fighters with your friends. You would refuse to play as a man because it breached your pre-teen code of feminism.  Watching them play made you feel nostalgic. 

Kyle leans his elbows on the back of the couch, hands clasped together to watch the game, the same as you. "Kick his ass, Weston," Kyle says, rooting for your brother, purely to annoy his.

"Hey!" Ike exclaims though he doesn't move his unwavering gaze from the game "Whose side are you on?"

"Smoke him, Ike!" You say, a little louder than intended to balance out the cheering section. 

Sheila always kept the household neat which was a miracle with Ike and Weston always running around, recently she had taken to a love of houseplants and had at least one in every corner of the home. There were framed pictures strung up on every single wall without fail, lots of the family, Sheila's wedding day, and a collection of you and Kyle actually getting along when you were kids. There's one of the two of you playing under a sprinkler in rain boots, another of you standing and smiling brightly by a snowman you made, and a picture of Kyle covering all of your little scrapes in Spider-Man band-aids. In every photo of you after the age of seven, you were with the rest of your families on opposite ends, as far away from each other as you could get.

You look back to the TV where Ike's character, Tempest summons the dead with his staff, grey decaying hands rise from the 2D ground and drag Sable down. "Fuck!" Weston yells, panic quickly spreading across his face, his eyes shoot back and forth frantically from the controller to the TV. 

Sable jumps back up and readies herself into a fighting stance, Tempest moves his staff, a green diamond on the end, horizontally and jabs Sable in the stomach over and over until she rolls back to the ground. Ike has a huge grin on his face, shaggy black hair framing his pale features, he desperately needed a haircut but for now, he was relishing in watching Sable's health bar move down.

"By the elements, I shall prevail!" Calls out Tempest, his voice actor had really put his all into making him sound deep and gruff. Ike randomly spams the buttons, sending out an erratic combo. The characters were fighting in the center of a dark alley, blue and red lights flashing every few minutes.

Sable pulls a long scalpel out of her thigh-high socks and charges towards Tempest, slashing him. When Tempest's health bar falls, Sable speaks out a voice line "Every wound has a remedy," Her sultry voice makes you cringe just the slightest, you hadn't remembered her to sound so sensual.

Tempest rises back up, jumps toward Sable and greets the character with a heavy uppercut, sending her flying through the air. You find your fingers digging into the carpet, you had hoped that Sable would win just from the fact that you used to play as her. You almost wanted to grab the remote from your brother's hand and show him how to play as her, you had memorized all of her combos and moves, and they became muscle memory to you. "You're demise is written in the stars!" The buff wizard raises his hands to the sky, gearing up to cast one final blow.

In the midst of this, Sable jumps up, pulls a bone saw out from behind her back and slices Tempest's head clean off before he can finish casting his spell. Ike drops his controller, moving his hand to grab his hair, eyes wide and mouth agape in shock while he watches his character's health bar plummet to zero. The wizard's head rolls around on the pixel ground before Sable picks it up and kisses it "Nurse's orders: Stay down," She says before drop-kicking the head out of frame. A title card covers up the scene that reads 'It's a wrap!’

"Fuck yeah!" Weston says, giving Kyle a firm high five. He looked happier than you had seen him all week, middle school was kicking his ass and you had to pull some time aside almost every night to help him with algebra. You would've scolded him for playing video games instead of studying for his social studies test if you hadn't been doing the same at his age. 

"How the hell did you do that?" Ike's head whips to look at his friend who just shrugs.

You push yourself off the floor, giving your brother's hair a little tussle "Let's go, shrimp." 

With a groan Weston up to slip his shoes on at the rack, "See you tomorrow, Ike," He grabs his bag where it sits by the coat stand. Kyle hurdles himself over the couch, taking Weston's place on the sofa and picking up the free controller to play "Bye Kyle!" He says, lacing up his sneakers.

Kyle looks over the couch and at him with a smile "See you later buddy."

The second you think Weston is looking away you stick up the middle finger to the red-headed boy across from you but it surely didn't go unnoticed "Why are you flipping Kyle off?" Weston asks, furrowing his eyebrows as he looks up at you.

You drop your hand "I'm not, I was waving at him." You lie, trying to form a cover-up. You place a hand between his shoulder blades to guide him out the door.

"You're sweaty," He comments.

"Thanks, I had no idea," You open the door and close it behind you before Kyle can say anything to your brother's remark. It's already colder than when you entered the house and you race to get to the car before you get a chill.

Weston hops into the passenger seat, scrunching up his nose at the music you're playing "Can you put on Lil Shovel?" He asks. It was one of the many rappers he had attempted to imitate. He thought they were cool for decking themselves out in designer brands and sticking dollar bills into women's thongs in music videos.

"I'm not playing that shit," You start the car and turn out of the driveway.

"Why?"

"Because it makes me want to hammer nails into my ears," You answer, eyes focused in the road while you glide through the suburban street. "Listen to Eminem or something."

"Dad doesn't like Eminem."

You wrinkle your nose "Why?"

"Because he said that thing about the gerbil."

Recognition hits you and you nod "Yeah, that checks out," Your dad was a pretty modest guy, he didn't care about anything overly vulgar. He basically mandated your life, he was the reason you were in so many extracurriculars and were the last person in your grade to get a phone, something Kyle would've teased you for if your parents weren't so similar.

"Can you drive me and Ike to the quarry on Friday?" Weston has one hand sticking out of the window moving it up and down like it was a plane, it was something you used to do before you were the one driving, a little mannerism he picked up off you.

"I have track practice and then I gotta help Heidi and Wendy with their fundraiser, sorry, shrimp," You take note of every house you pass, swearing you could put a name to every single one. You felt the fatigue hit you all at once, you knew that night your bed would become a casket and you would have to be pried from it like a floorboard. "Ask Kyle." 

"We did, he has basketball practice."

"Bummer," You say. It had slipped your mind completely that he was on the team and you hated it and how your friends gushed about Kyle before catching themselves and sending you apologetic glances. "Guess you gotta bike then."

You remember when you were your brother's age, twelve years old and you came home every night at sunset with a new scrape to show for the adventure you set out on. You gave bruises out like gifts and collected them like stickers, some sort of pride when parents would silently judge you for having purple busted-up knees.

"Mhm," He nods "Hey, can we go to Burger King?"

"No," You say almost immediately "Mom's making dinner right now."

Weston scrunched up his nose "Yeah but she had the crock pot out on the counter when I left for school today," Nothing good came from your mother's crock pot. "Can we please get Burger King?"

"First of all, Mom will kill me if I load you up with more fast food, second of all, she's gonna make you eat her dinner anyways, so just be nice and tell her it's good."

"Ugh," He grumbles watching wistfully into the distance, his thoughts stuck on the combo he was craving. "I should've stayed at Ike's for dinner."

"Yeah, me too," News of the dreaded crock pot had only worsened your day. Sheila on the other hand was an incredible cook, as much as you loved your mom and the effort she put into her meals, nothing would compare to Sheila's brisket. The thought of it almost made your stomach grumble. If you lived with Broflovski's you would've weighed three hundred pounds more. 

Your mind ricochets back and forth between going home or heading to Wendy's with the rest of your friends though the thought of being alone with tobacco burning your throat soothed you.

The drive from the Broflovski's to yours wasn't too long, truthfully, your brother was perfectly capable of walking. The sky transformed into a canvas of deepening shades, the last traces of sunlight giving way to the embrace of twilight. You stole glances at your brother, his animated chatter filling the car with warmth.

You park the car in the driveway behind your dad's car, he would surely yell at you to move it in the morning but that was a problem for future you and a decision you would regret making. You pull up on the street right in front of your house. Weston was quick to hop out of the car, he rushed across the lawn and waited by the front door for you to turn off the car, but you didn't, you just watched and waited for him to go inside.

"Are you coming?" Weston asked.

You stick your head out of the window "Tell Mom I'm stopping by Red's, I'll be back before dinner," Weston rolls his eyes at this, he didn't care for Red, since you started being friends with her you had even less time to spend with your brother. Nights of staying up late with Weston and playing Stardew Valley turned into you hanging out with your friend and getting high. 

"Tell Rebecca to eat a dick!" Weston cups his hands around his mouth.

"I won't do that but good suggestion," You call back before stepping on the peddle and moving back down the familiar streets. It was just past six and there hadn't been anyone outside, everyone was tucked away in their respective home, warm lights from windows spilling into the darkening sky. 

You didn't go to Red's, you just kept driving until you ended up at a gas station on the outskirts of town. It had long passed the dinner you promised to be home for, instead of eating the crock pot monstrosity, you opt for something with a sweeter taste, a cigarette and a bag of teriyaki beef jerky. You sat on the curb watching cars roll past, their headlights framing you like you were on stage. You just craved the aloneness you so rarely got.

You shuffle through the cafeteria line, undecided on what you want to eat but settling on one of those sugar-free drinks that are worse for you than just grabbing a regular soda for a drink. "Keep it moving, Junkie," Cartman says from beside you. God how he irked you, it was in his nature to be unbearable.

"What? Not like it's going anywhere, I'm more worried for the people in line behind you who have to eat crumbs."

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" He asks adding a paper plate of ribs to his tray and then another.

"It means you're fat."

He shrugs "Doesn't bother me," Cartman had grown to be a little more self-aware, by a little I mean a very small smidgen.

"You're a fat-fat fatty, keep eating fatty," your voice was unwavering. You hadn't had too much of a problem with Cartman throughout school, sure he had been a dick but you never interacted enough for him to be on your radar until he started a rumour about you shooting up heroin in the janitors closet which led to him telling everyone you were a drug dealer. This cursed you with the nicknames of crash, popper, and of course, junkie. When it first happened you weren't even aware, you just sat confused about why everyone was adding your Snapchat and asking about buying stuff from you. Eventually, staff caught wind of this and it only got worse from there.

"Fuck you, crash," He sticks up a middle finger at you "You're a dyke."

You return the gesture "At least I get pussy, lard ass."

"I have tons of sex, you faggot."

"Your hand doesn't count," You say examining the food in the chafing dishes which looked surprisingly good for school food.

"I don't care if you're a girl, I will kick your ass," He starts to get in your face but you don't bother to acknowledge it, still looking through the food options. 

"I bet if I pushed you over you would just keep rolling."

"Whatever bitch."

"Hurry up, butterball," Bebe cuts in front of Eric who has a look of pure seething rage on his face. She looks beautiful as always, blonde curly hair falling in perfect ringlets and framing her dainty face. She's wearing a red off-the-shoulders sweater and low-waisted jeans, it's such a simple outfit but Bebe manages to make it look unique and expensive.

"Fuck you, Bebe," he turns a middle finger to her, "Go shoot up with your little lezzy girlfriend." That was another rumour that he successfully sparked, that you and Bebe were secretly dating. The two of you found it funnier than the heroin thing and played into it on occasion. 

"You're so fucking stupid," Bebe wrinkles her nose in distaste of the chubby kid in front of her "Don't crack the floor when you waddle over to your table, fat ass," She adds a yogurt parfait onto her tray and keeps moving down the line, you follow in suit.

The two of you hand the lunch lady your cafeteria card but your eye snags on something else entirely "Where's Wendy?"

Bebe looks in the same direction as you where your entire friend group sits, minus Wendy who you could've sworn was there only moments ago. Her tray still sat in front of her spot on the table "She's talking with Stan I think."

"What?" You look at the blonde text to you while you find your table "Are they getting back together or something?"

"She was saying she wanted to work things out with him last night, you'd know if you were there."

"Why didn't she tell me?" You furrow your eyebrows as you glance at Stan's regular table where he was also absent from. The second thing you noticed was how irritated Kyle seemed, likely because his best friend would be opting to spend time with Wendy again instead of him. Cartman plops himself down next to the ginger, only making Kyle more agitated. When Kyle looks away for a split second, Kenny steals food off his plate and blames it on Eric. “I would never steal food from a dirty Jew!” He says, voice carrying over every other conversation in the room.

"She might not have told because you can be a little-" Bebe searches around for a word that'll soften the message "Abrasive?"

"I'm not abrasive," You say as you sit yourself down at the cafeteria table, immediately met by curious glances from the rest of your friends. This made you question yourself. Had you been so blunt that your best friend didn't want to tell you what was going on in her life? Yes. You didn't know how else to be, it was wired into your system; born from the way you were raised, like a wild animal who fought for scraps, if you didn't kill, you wouldn’t eat. Your family wasn’t really complete, it was more like something like a mom who worked herself to rust and a dad who popped in and out like some kind of disappearing act.

No one bothers to dig deeper into your sentence, already enraptured in their conversation. "I wonder how Tolkien feels about it," Lola asks, leaning in a little to where Nelly sits on the other side of the table, seemingly hanging onto every word.

"I know!" Nelly says, unable to fight the smile that formed on her face every time she gossiped "Did you notice how he isn't sitting where he usually is." At this, everyone turns their heads to Tolkien's regular table, where he’s MIA from.

Halfway through sucking the meat off of his ribs, Cartman notices everyone at your table staring them down. He glances around the table before deciding that you are looking at him, barbeque sauce smeared over his mouth and down his fingers. "What the fuck are you looking at?" He calls out, now drawing the attention of the cafeteria to you and your friends who quickly avert their gazes back to their food.

You meet Kyles's eyes for just a moment, you can read loud and clear that he's annoyed Wendy's back in the picture and she'll be poaching his best friend from him. Despite the act he's trying to portray of being indifferent, you can tell there's a storm brewing beneath his green eyes.

In your pocket, your phone buzzes and you look at it.

McWhoremick: what was that about?

You: Cartman looking rancid

McWhoremick: fair

McWhoremick: wanna hang later?

You: fo sho

You: junkyard?

McWhoremick: yup

McWhoremick: see ya :P

"What's that?" Red peaks down at your phone from next to you, her chin resting on your shoulder "Is it Wendy?"

"She's been weird lately," Jenny says, she doesn't look up from her mac and cheese, just pushes it around absentmindedly with her fork.

"Probably because all of you are talking about her like she's not our friend," Heidi peeps up for the first time in the conversation. You're a little surprised that she's eating lunch with you, in recent days she's been so busy with sustainability club that it's taken up all of her lunch breaks.

Heidi was right as usual. It didn't feel right to be talking about Wendy when she was twenty metres away, it didn't feel right to talk about her at all. The group fell quiet at this, trying to search for another topic that didn't involve speaking poorly of your friend.

"So," Red starts "Who's excited for the basketball game?"

You really weren't, you had no intentions of going though you were sure your parents would make you go to support Kyle. "I think I'll go to watch Kyle," Nichole comments. Your head whips to look at her immediately, it only made sense that she was over Tolkien after what happened with Wendy but you hadn't expected her to go for Kyle.

"Uh oh," Annie says, a small smile playing on her face. Lately, she had taken good care of her curls, a stark difference from the frizzy mess that was stuck on her head all through middle school.

"Nichole," You say, staring her down "Are you okay?"

"Sorry to say this," Bebe pipes up, not one hundred percent tuned into the conversation "He actually isn't the piece of shit that you make him out to be."

"You don't-

"Know him like I do?" Heidi finishes your sentence for you. Something you had repeated over and over again when trying to get your point across that he was evil and no one could see it but you.

"I'd do it," Lola shrugs and your face contorts in disgust.

"Ew," You say with haste, fighting the urge to gag on your food. "Do you guys realize that he's ginger under that hat?"

Everyone is unsurprised at your disdain for him, even though you tried not to talk about him so you didn't seem obsessed, every now and then, the start of a rant would slip out and that would turn into you rambling on and on about every little annoying detail about him. You wondered for a brief moment if he did the same when walking about you.

"What is it that you hate about him anyway?" Red asks.

You rack your brain for a truly solid reason you can't say that it irritated you how Kyle ran the opposite way of you on the trail on your nightly run, it was the most dreaded part of the day, brushing past him and pretending not to notice. You also couldn't delve into the fact that he always had a bored, unimpressed expression on his face when he talked to you. "Everything." You answer "I hate everything about him."

"Okay gang," Mr Waterman claps his hands together once everyone is finally seated. "I know we're getting close to the end of the year and it's exciting but there is always work to be done." He was in his thirties, a little on the shorter side, with brown hair, glasses, and lean for a teacher though it made sense since he doubled as the basketball coach. He had tried his best to be funny though his jokes usually fell flat but you found yourself laughing out of pity like it was second nature.

Wendy sat next to you, you hadn't pressed her about Stan (despite wanting to) and she hadn't brought it up. Kyle sits next to a guy whose name slipped through the cracks of your mind and stays completely silent while the teacher gives his spiel about hard work and effort.

"This will be our final seating change for the year, so if you're next to someone you don't like know it'll be over by the end of June," Mr Waterman sits himself at his desk dead in front of every lab table, shares his computer screen to the projector, showing the new seating arrangments "Alright, here are your lab partners until semester end."

You scan the whiteboard for your name and your breath hitches in your throat when you see it next to Kyles. Kyle whips his head to look at you, your gazes matching in utter terror. You had relished in the fact that You had gone the entire semester without talking to Kyle a single time in biology class.

There weren’t desks in the science labs but black tables built for two people since they worked out better for experiments, there you were stuck at the back of the class with the ginger demon spawn.

"Mr Waterman?" You raise your hand but speak before he even calls on you "You need to move me or I'll kill myself."

"Woah," He puts both of his hands out "Let's not joke about that-

"I'm not joking," You cut him off, tone dead serious. Wendy tugs at the hem of your shirt, trying to get you to sit back down, you just cast her a glance before looking back to the short teacher. "I will kill myself." 

"Can you and Kyle please come up here so I can talk to you," At Mr. Waterman's words, Kyle shoots you a malicious glare. 

"When you cause a scene about not wanting to sit next to someone it can be hurtful," Mr Waterman addresses you, his tanned hands grasped together. Bless his heart, Kyle thought he was getting in trouble and it would put a dent into his perfect record, the kid never even missed a day of school. You and Kyle stand side by side, in front of Mr Waterman's desk, careful to keep a distance between you.  "Think about how Kyle feels right now-

"I feel like I wanna slit my wrists." He deadpans, face unreadable as ever.

"Do you guys need someone to talk to?" Mr Waterman furrows his eyebrows, lowering his voice.

"No," You say, crossing your arms “Not unless it's to get a gun so I can blow my brains out."

"Okay," He repositions himself to sit taller "Can you please tell me why you don't want to sit next to each other, I'm sure we could work this out." You waste no time trying to get yourself away from Kyle, listing off all of his little habits that annoy you. Kyle, on the other hand, bites his tongue. He didn't want his teacher to think poorly of him, not when there was still a little over a month left of the worst year of school he'd ever put himself through.

"Kyle?" You furrow your eyebrows, waiting expectantly for him to go off on how you were disruptive and rude but he sort of just stood there. For a brief moment, you thought he was having a stroke.

"It's fine," At his words, your mouth goes ajar and your eyes widen. You had thought that the two of you stood in solidarity for one thing, you wanted to get away from each other. 

"Is it really?" You say through gritted teeth. 

"Yeah," He looks at you then back to Mr Waterman "It's just a childhood rivalry, we're just being immature," It took a lot for him to swallow his pride. Kyle just knew he had to get through June and then senior year would be smooth sailing. 

"Well," Mr Waterman says and you can tell he's prepping himself for a speech "It seems to me like the two of you could benefit from this seating arrangement. When you get jobs you won't get along with everyone you work with-

"We both have jobs already," You cut him off and Kyle shuffles awkwardly where he stands while the rest of the class chats idly and waits for the lesson to start.

Mr Waterman casts you a look and clears his throat before picking up where he left off "And I understand that sometimes, personalities clash, but we're a team here, and teamwork requires cooperation and understanding. You both have so much potential, but that potential can only be realized when you learn to work together, to support each other, and to lift each other up, rather than tear each other down."

Kyle's mind must've been somewhere else completely, it was like he was in airplane mode, nodding along to everything Mr Waterman was saying. Though you could feel boredom creeping up, fighting yourself to pay attention to the genuinely useless pep talk.

"I want you to take a moment and think about what it means to be part of a team," Mr Waterman urged, his voice gentle yet persuasive. "Think about the strength that comes from unity, the power that comes from collaboration, and the joy that comes from shared success. Both of you are strong students and I can see you doing very well working together on labs and assignments, okay?"

"Yup," You nod your head, giving a thumbs up so he would excuse you and this would blow over.

"Okay," Kyle says.

A smile forms on Mr Waterman's face, he leans further back into his desk chair. "I think I can sense a friendship forming here, now go take your seats."

You laugh awkwardly, quickly brushing past Kyle to sit in your new spot at the back of the class. You were stuck sitting next to Kyle and behind Eric Cartman, how did he get into AP biology? You weren't one hundred percent sure though you heard Isla say that it was a misplacement that never got corrected.

Once again, Mr Waterman calls the class to capture their attention. Writing about the new unit on the whiteboard in a red dry-erase pen that was squeaky and running out of ink. You ruffle through your backpack, trying to find your binder while everyone else is rapidly taking notes. You pull out a stack of textbooks and some personal reading for English, finally finding your science binder. 

"Why are you reading Mein Kampf?" He looks at the book that rests on top of the stack, it's old and beaten up and smells a bit like stale orange juice, the cover holds the jarring image of Adolf Hitler.

"Because I'm racist," You say, sarcastically but Kyle doesn't pick up on this and seems a little taken aback "Joking, obviously, it's for history."

He averts his eyes back to the whiteboard. Mr. Waterman speaks briefly on physiology, before wiping the board clean and unfreezing the projector where he set up a slide show. As most science teachers do, he clicks through the slide show and waits for his students to take notes, answering the few questions that the kids have.

"Shit," You mutter as the teacher skips to the next slide before you could finish copying what was on it. You glance at Kyle "Uh, did you write all of that down?”

Wordlessly, he pushes his paper towards you to copy it, he keeps his eyes trained on the board. His writing was neat, it looked like it could've been a font, each word spaced out almost precisely from the next. Cartman snakes his head around and then moves his entire body when he sees the two of relatively civil. 

"Jews got a boner for the junkie," Cartman says, a little louder than intended. Next to him, David looks beyond annoyed, he’s gripping his pencil so tightly that you wouldn’t be surprised if he broke it.

"Shut up, fatass," You and Kyle manage to say in sync before you look at each other in disgust that your thoughts matched up.

"I fucking hate high school." You say under your breath, turning to look back at your notes and pushing his back toward him.

"Me too," Kyle says and you're actually on the same page for a change, you're not sure if you like it.

A/N: I hate this but here it is anyway 😔 I promise it gets more interesting. Open to head cannons and requests rn. Thanks for reading!

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[janovavalen]

—goddamn! ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

aegon II targaryen x niece!reader

ㆍ୨୧ㆍshort story au

—part one — two — three — coming soon

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ summary: the two of aegon and y/n never got along. never—all until aegon catches the oh so wonderful, sweetheart y/n targaryen at a club.

ㆍ୨୧ㆍword count! 4138

ㆍ୨୧ㆍ warnings! drugs (cocaine, alcohol, weed) typical targaryen incest, small obsessive/obsession if you squint, smut, arranged marriage

fix idea from this tt edit <3

this fic will not follow the story line/plot of HOD! although i made up this au, i do not own house of dragon nor do i own the series, books, and characters! all rights go to HBO.

the night was brisk, dark and foggy. but the club was warm, stuffy and loud. aegon and aemond who had been dragged along to a environment he would have never stepped foot into was crowded by the large crowd of drunk and high dancers.

this, this was aegons environment. the fact nobody gave a fuck about what they did and who saw. openly doing drugs, openly fucking in the darkened corners of the room.

drug dealers and their buyers trading in the dance floor or even at the bar itself which wa not shunned upon. here, everyone was who they wanted to be from their shitty roles and life and jobs. free to be openly horny, high and drunk.

‘i wish to leave…desperately.’ aemond tightens his hands around each other as he looked at the the people as he groaned in disgust.

‘loosen up little brother we’ve just arrived. go fuck a whore maybe you’ll loosen up a bit in the body and mind’ aegon smirked while he walked to the bar and made his eyes dance over the females who smiled and blushed at him. flattering their way not only to his pockets but what’s behind his pants.

licking his bottom lips as he perched his forearms along the dark black counter of the bar. the bartender behind it was a woman who wore a skintight red dress and dark makeup with blonde hair that's curly and messy.

‘hi darling what would you like?’ she asked. her voice is smooth and sweet.

‘give me the strongest you got baby, make it cold, okay?’ he tilted his head a bit with a pinned up eyebrow and a small smile. she smiled back and nodded slowly while turning around, making sure she pressed her butt.

he noticed of course. he was a man who noticed any and everything a female tried and would offer him. their body, their mind, their purity. he wasn’t one to ask for it more of received it when they put forth into it. giving up everything they believed to fulfill the overbearing lust.

he did the same. with lust, alcohol, sometimes drugs even but he never gave a second thought about it because who really would when they’re happy with what they’re doing.

happy, to get away from possibilities, family, emotions that they don’t even understand.

a little later, the woman placed down the drink, the coldness of it dripping from her hands that extracted from the cup being gripped behind her pale hands and colorful fingernails painted the rainbow.

‘thanks love—what’s your name by the way?’ he asked as she blushed and pushed herself against the bar she stood behind with a smile.

‘amy, what about yours handsome?’

‘aegon…what you doing working in a place like this, huh? a beautiful woman like you should be in the most fine establishment, taking the orders of high class woman and men and getting tipped fabulously not by lowlifes who only seem to have money for drugs and beer’

her smile started to show more prominent as the brush on her face rose. tucking the hair behind her pierced ear—‘is that what you are then? huh?’

he simple shrugged before going jack to his brother who was suffering the sweet talks of a drunken woman with dark hair.

‘ah look my brother is growing up, speaking to your first woman huh?’ aegon wrapped his arm around aemond’s shoulder who stiffened his stature and suppressed the urge to roll his eyes in our torture.

‘i’m leaving—‘

‘no no no! don’t leave, stay here. be present, have fun. get drunk—forget about the family for a while—‘

‘if that’s what you do and if my outcome of this will lead to how you are now i don’t want that. sorry but i want to leave with or without you.’

aegon felt his jaw clutch at the fact aemond wasn’t giving up at all. his grip on his brothers neck tightened—‘shut the fuck up and sit here like a little pussy then. leave and you’ll regret it terribly.’ aegon let go of aemond who looked at his brother with frowned eyebrows.

aegon felt slight anger take over him and he rolled his eyes before taking a long sip of his cold drink that began to melt from the heat of the room.

the song of the night changed as his danced his eyes to focus on the dancing crowd of the room who held people freely dancing rather it was shirtless, pantless or even naked—the very moment the music got louder was the exact moment he saw the pure white hair in the crowd.

the white hair only shared in his family—her hair could have been dyed but…nobody would want the hair color of a targaryen.

his eyes stayed glued to the female who let her arms rise just above her head as if she were touching the clouds above, her waist moving slowly as he looked up and down her frame.

the back of her was slowly turning to reveal herself and her face to him. she was wearing a short black skirt with torn stockings, heeled boots and white bottom down work shirt that a man would wear that was dressed over with a long oversized leather jacket.

when her face, he immediately recognized her. the daughter of his eldest sister. y/n targaryen.

almost letting his jaw drop to the dusted floor he slowly walked over to aemond who was sitting there against his will—‘isn’t that our niece? y/n targaryen?’ aegon pointed with his pointer finger that held a thick gold ring around it as he let half of his face hide behind the glass cup.

aemond immediately looked up and went to search for the self claimed y/n. nonetheless he found her and was immediately transfixed. how could she even be here? why was she here? especially dressed like that. if their sister saw her like this she would have a heart attack.

aemond nodded his head and aegon laughed as if the most ground breaking joke had been told in the history of forever.

‘but how? how is she even here right now? i thought daemon had the house guarded and locked down just for her to stay in and never leave’ aegon asked once he was able to or speak properly.

‘i’ve…heard they let her have a home for herself since she requested more privacy. more guards but not as many lock devices as they thought. she must have been able to break some.’ aemond still watched her as she smoked the center of the dance floor with the smoke coming from her glossy, plumped lips.

aegon felt his pants harden. he was never going to admit this fact as of right now but he was going to go over. there was no way in hell he would get cover this image of y/n over in his mind like he did with the whores he fucked recklessly.

sipping the rest of his drink with a large gulp and slapping it down onto the table next to aemond who was shaken out of his trance, aegon ruffled his hair with his thin fingers and fixed himself up.

aemond seeing him as he did this looked him up and down in pure fright—‘what…where are you going? what are you doing?’

‘making my way over to the lady. what else am i to do?’

aemond stood up and made sure his height peeked now.

‘you can’t. deamon and rhaenyra have permanently permitted and even mother have forbid you to ever speak to her…if you talk to her and anything happens you could ruin everything—‘

‘that’s why it’s exciting. and that’s exactly why i’m going to do it right now.’ pushing his shoulder against aemond who closed his eye and inhaled sharply he was readying himself for the future as he turned around to watch the scene itself unfold.

as argon made his way over to y/n who was completely on a different planet in her mind, he took a long drag of someone’s blunt as they didn’t mind. holding it in then breathing out he finally spelled into her world.

her eyes were softly shut. the black makeup around her eyes being prominent and her scent of weed, booz and perfume filled his lungs.

looking down at her body as she turned around she felt the hard chest of a man and opened her eyes to see aegon looking down at her with darkened eyes.

though they were blue, she was still able to see the darkness they held behind them.

her eyebrows frowned as if the her in her mind was leaving the planet she was once on and back to earth. aegon softly smiled at this and she let her jaw slightly open after slightly gulping.

‘my beautiful, beautiful, niece. what a surprise’ he joked as she looked up at him in sheer fright.

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walking into the bathroom as she stumbled over the invisible strings in front of her, y/n forced her way around the woman who were hurryingly getting ready, smoking and taking up their last drugs of the night. she pushed open the stall door and gripped the walls as her breath quickened.

she felt her head pounding at the image of aegon even being here at the same time as she was. this wouldn’t mean anything but to her this was so dangerous. her uncle—her moms brother seeing her here of all places on earth, especially somewhere she wasn’t even supposed to know about.

her stomach started to bubble as she felt her spit grow warm. groaning and throwing her head back to calm herself down with deep breaths she felt the feeling slowly subtracting and drafting away. the acid in her stomach going back calm.

‘fuck…fuck! anybody got a fucking cigarette?’ she yelled as a girl next to her in the stall swiftly slid her hand under the wall—‘here baby!’ she yelled.

looking down, y/n grabbed it in a hurry and took a long drag of it. the feeling rushing over the anxiety and pressure she was once feeling with calmness. breathing it out she smiled a bit with closed eyes as she lowered her legs to give it back.

‘thank you’ she said while the girl voiced back—‘no problem. hey you okay? i heard you cursing at the toilet’ she joked while smoking the cigarette she was given back.

‘uh, kinda. someone who isn’t supposed too even know im here just fucking made himself known. my parents are going to strip me of my hair and skin and hang it on the wall…fuck.’ y/n felt the nervousness wash back over.

y/n was now sitting on the bathroom floor with her legs pulled against her chest as she gripped her head from the headache that was building up.

as if the woman knew what she needed she passed the cigarette back over from under the stall as y/n took it.

‘ah that’s why i always move from place to place. i know how that feels. i moved a while ago. trust me honey, the best decision i've ever made, my parents don’t tell me what to do anymore.’ she explained while y/n took a drag of the cigarette and passed it back.

‘damn…how’d you even leave? i’m so scared of leaving i don’t even know anymore.’ looking up at the colorful ceiling, y/n thought of her parents the the life she was born into.

‘just…up and left i guess. stole a couple of bucks, packed what i had in my closet in one suitcase and a bag on my shoulder and made my way here. grew up on the streets but got money from working here.’ she told while y/n listened.

humming back the girl finished the cigarette and looked over at the stall all then down at the floor to see y/n’s half body sitting down.

‘hey come out i might have something you need, to loosen up’

y/n looked over and heard the heels of the girl walking out of the stall. getting up herself and opening the door to see a brown haired girl with red lipstick, black crop top and glittery skirt with black heels.

y/n nervously looked down before smiling a bit.

the girl moved over to y/n and soothed her hair as y/n looked herself in the mirror.

‘your a targaryen huh?’ the woman asked. y/n grew nervous at the fact she new what last name she shared be the woman eased her tension with a simple smile.

reaching into her bag and pulling out bag that held white powder, y/n immediately knew what it was and walked next to the woman who evened it out on the counter with her card.

‘it’ll make you see shit, laugh and get a little horny but it’s so worth it i promise’ she told while leaving y/n face to face with three evened out lines of powder in her face.

‘okay…okay fuck it’ y/n shook her hands and immediately grabbed the rolled dollar from the woman who went with the line on her finger.

closing her eyes and sniffing the line straight—first, second then third.

whipping herself back up with closed eyes she breathed out—‘i said goddamn!…goddamn.’ she sniffed as the substance went further up into her mind. breathing out a bit as she reached forward to press on the water a bit, she placed some on her finger and whipped the remnant off her nose.

sniffing once more before rubbing her nose with her hand she looked herself into the mirror and smiled a bit at the pure fact that she didn’t recognize herself.

fixing her hair and tossing it behind her back. the woman looked at her with admiration before giving her a kiss on the cheek—‘good luck babe, see you soon i hope?’ she said, while walking out.

y/n smiled and looked back into the mirror to let the drug itself take over.

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just outside the bathroom stood aegon who was looking all over the club for y/n who had stumbled her way through the crowd and away from him before he could even stop her.

finally her white hair peeked through the crowd that huddled near the bathroom. fixing his once hunched stature he straightened as she walked to him. her face looked much more different than before. more, pleasured. not as horrified.

when’s she made toe to toe with him through their shoes, she looked him up with her eyes but not her full face, giving the white part of her eyes more room than its actual color.

‘why are you here?’ she simple asked, pushing the conversation to its start. the forwardness definitely coming from daemon.

‘same as you just want to run and forgetting’ he simply and truthfully answered. a little taken back at her boldness but nevertheless replied.

‘hm. so you weren’t sent by one of my parents nor one of your own?’

‘fuck no. if i were to you think id be holding this drink whilst talking to you? i’d be cut in half before i would be able to speak hello as before’ aegon told as she looked him up and down.

‘if your so as lying to me i will have you killed in your sleep—‘

‘oh i know princess…don’t let my presence ruin your night of fun. i just hoped to be able to enjoy it with you’

to put it simply he wanted to stay by her side the whole time. even if she weren’t to speak to him or so even look at him he would be satisfied enough to stand in her atmosphere.

‘oh so you want to follow me around like a lost puppy with your tail between your legs, huh? is that it?’ she asked while pushing her body against his own.

his jeans becoming more tight around his practically choking cock. he grinned down at her while letting his hand travel up her face and to her jaw. his fingers then inching it to her bottom lip and letting his thumb press its way into her mouth which she allowed.

he let himself groan a bit as she suckled it like a babe on its mothers tit. his hips now flushed against her own she rubbed herself against him as he closed his eyes. she knew the fact that his lust was overcoming him.

which was why it prompted her to push herself away and let her lips slowly retract from his thumb. he opens his eyes in a slight haze as she smiled up at him.

he finger going over his lips—‘you a bad little boy huh? letting your niece, the daughter of your sister…betrothed to another, suckle your thumb in the middle of a club surrounded by drugs, sex and drunks. how would your mother think of you as of now—‘

‘i don’t give a fuck how she thinks of me…how about you be a good niece and let your uncle fuck you behind this club and take you come to force my cock into your pussy…how dose that sound? huh?’ he forced his hand around her neck while their lips were inches apart from touching each other as she let them slowly open.

her heat below becoming wet and practically soaking her panties.

‘fuck…’ she whispered as he smiled against her lips. she looked between his eyes and lips before pressing her own against his. the lust controlling her every fiber in her body.

aegon grabbed the sides of her face as her own half his wrists. his lips hungrily kissed her own as she moaned into his mouth. he’s kissed plenty of women, but never has any of them held just as much hunger in their kisses as he did and been able to match and mold against his own.

he groaned and sloppily kissed her as she let her body press against his once more before he forced himself to pull away.

‘we have to go—we go to my house, where i’ll fuck you’

‘yes…please’ she begged as he kissed her once more.

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when they arrived into his large home—they were complete strangers keeping their hands off one another. his hands roamed over her body, face, waist and ass as her own pushed themselves against his stomach, neck and chest.

she moaned and he did too as she ripped his silk shirt open and let it down to the floor, the buttons on it clicking against the marble floors. he let her slip off her own shirt as

he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she was holding his shoulders and neck with her arms that were completely bare.

his hands placed under her thighs as he gripped them. walking the both of them over to his bedroom and kicking the door open.

he slowly placed her onto the bed where her back touched the top of his dark green silk sheets her legs stayed wrapped around his own.

lucky for him this was his home where aemond definitely did not want to share. aemond stated the fact he didn’t want whores in the house every other night and or a party going on. he stayed with their parents and sister, helaena.

y/n thrusted her hips up into aegons growing cock as he groaned into her mouth and stuck his tongue into her mouth to flush against her own. when he slowly retracted she suckled down onto his bottom lip letting it slowly stretch before she let go.

‘you know how to please a man…my sweet, innocent y/n’ he whispered as she whined. her hips moving to his to try and ease the pressure that was threatening to spill from her.

‘sh…don’t worry—i’ll give you exactly what you need. what you thirst for.’ kissing her lips as he then kissed her chip, breast and slowly making his way down to her heat she watched him as his eyes kept trace to her own.

‘soaking’ he was in sheer awe as we was face to her pussy that clutched around nothing.

placing his lips upon it, he kissed her pearl before letting his mouth completely consume her.

‘ah—fuck’ y/n moaned as he stuck his tounge into her. making her hands down to grip his white messy hair, he moaned as she pulled it, his eyes watched her and threatening to close of pleasure.

he hated to admit the fact that only this would be able to make him soak his pants with cum without even being touched. her body, taste and noises were enough to get him off. her hands that gripped his hair and would occasionally sooth it.

y/n’s thighs were now wrapped around his head as he let his eyes roll back along with her own as she felt her peak rising to the surface.

‘i’m cumming…i’m going to cum all over your fucking face’ she mumbled while thrusting her hips into him.

he let one of his fingers enter her body as she moaned out loudly, causing him to almost cum right then and there.

‘cum for me baby…cum for me please’ he practically was dying for it. she gave him what he wished for and her legs shook as they released his head.

‘fuck!’ she yelled while he let his mouth suckle her throbbing pussy.

‘shit—you soaked me’ he smiled as he looked up at her as he looked back down at him and weakly smiled. he kissed her sensitive bud making her jump a bit as he kissed his way back to her lips.

she completely enclosed his moths and kissed him hungrily, tasting herself on his lips.

‘i want you to fuck me—please? please…i need it’ she begged. her legs wrapping back around his waist to push him forward to where his hard cock was pushed against her.

‘you really want that?’

‘yes—‘

‘are you able to keep up?’

‘fuck yes’ she smiled as he kissed her. she kissed him back and let him work his way down to his pants to unbuckle himself and let his aching cock pull out of its enclosure.

‘i’m going to go slow…okay?’ she nodded her head as she looked down at his cock that he lined up to her entrance.

the slowness was killing the both of them but was needed for the comfort of the moment. once it was in, y/n closed her eyes and let her upper body press itself against his chest. husband making its way under her to hold it there as he kept his eyes trained in her face.

his eyebrows frowning from pure pleasure as she opened her eyes and focused on him.

he moved painfully slow. but the more he molded his way around her walls the rougher and harder he got.

‘shit’ he groaned while she frowned her own eyebrows.

‘faster…go faster—‘ as she said this; he did just that.

his hips becoming in contact with her own as he becomes more messy and sloppy in his movements. her nails scratching at his back to create her own mark. he loved this. he loved the fact he could practically feel blood dripping down his back from her sharpened nails digging into his back.

he loved that her hair was messily stuck to her face as it’s long locks spread around his bed.

he loved her legs that crossed around his back as her ankles locked to make sure that she wouldn’t lose grip.

his arms almost giving out as he feels himself coming to his release, he let his thrust become harder as aegon placed his head against her shoulder and neck, biting down onto her shoulder.

‘i’m cumming—where do you—‘

‘in me! fuck…fucking come in me—treat me like a whore you find the street and breed me with your children’

his mouth opened as he felt pure euphoria with her words—‘you want my babies? to be swol and filled with my seed, as you grow—‘

‘yes! yes! please—‘ he then gave one last thrust before spilling into her with his body falling against her own as she held him tightly, the both of them finishing their moments.

she soothed her nails up and down his back as he felt himself grow drowsy.

after a bit he finally pushed himself off and and layed next to her as she turned her body, placing a leg over his lower second and massaging her hand up and down his chest.

the both of them forgetting the fact that this every moment could cause either war, or new blood for their family and themselves.

lost in the moment and completely forgetting who they are and what their families can and will do.

#aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #hotd aegon #house of the dragon #house of dragons #short story au ㆍ୨୧ㆍ

[magicallittlet]

Magical Diary - Fred Weasley

18+

Warnings: mention of alcohol, consuming alcohol, smut, smoking, smoking w33d, strong language, heavy kissing.

Flasbacks are written in cursive

One - The dream

I've had the same dream every night since my fourth school year at Hogwarts. It always started out as a peace full, yet odd dream. Then suddenly everything turned dark. And the last thing I remember from the dream is a green sharp light. The dream was a memory, a memory that was not easily erased. I soon discovered that the remembrance was about my mother's sudden death.

The events over the summer had been hard on me, so to tell you my story, I'm not going to start from the beginning. I'm going to remember them step by step. It's not that my memory had been Obliviated or anything. It's just easier for me to start right here. But just to get to know me a little, here is just a bit of my childhood.

I had grown up in a town outside London, with my guardian Lydia and her muggle fiancé Henry. Lydia took me in when I was almost two years old. She had been told that she could not have children of her own, so when my dad asked her to take care of me, even though she had major disagreement with my father's decision, she couldn't turn it down. We lived in Epping just outside of London. A little old town filled with charming streets. Henry came into our lives when I was around 7 years old. Lydia told him right away, when things got serious between them, that she was a witch, and that she was raising a little girl with the same condition as her. Henry fell even more in love with her and accepted the adventures and challenges that come with living among two witches. As for my dad. I never saw him again. That was until my fourth school year at Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I had always been aware that he was still alive. But with the fact that he gave me up, I had never in my life thought that he would turn up as the new defense against the dark arts teacher. It took me some time to figure it out. But it was a chair swung to my face. And it made my school year much more difficult than I had ever imagined. And as I was on my way downstairs some of the events from the recent school year flicked before my eyes.

When the period ended, I walked up to Mr. Lupin to give him the homework assignment from the last DADA class. "That was fast, '' Professor Lupin said, like he was confused. "Is that a bad thing?" I asked, a little worried. What if I had screwed up. I really wanted to impress him. He was such a good teacher. "Not necessarily," Professor Lupin said, with a big smile. "Sorry Professor '' I started, and he looked up "You are not by any chance from London sir" I asked, "No, no I'm not" he said with a comfortable voice, while he shook his head. "Oh, okay. I could just swear that I've seen you before" I said curries. "Take some chocolate... it's okay" he said while he was pointing at a pack of chocolate at his table. "Thanks Professor" I said while I took the chocolate and walked out of the classroom.

As I walked out of the classroom, I heard two voices from each side of the doorway. Fred and George were standing leaned up against the wall, just outside the classroom. "Uh she got the chocolate, '' Fred and George said, while they walked on each side of me. "Jealous," I asked confidently. "Not really," George said. "We got some fun to do, Clark," Fred said playfully, while he played with my blond curly hair. "Guys we have Quidditch soon" I said while I tried to stop Fred ruining my hair. "There is just no fun in you, Clark" George said "Coming Fred" he added. Fred smiled at me and went the other way.

I wonder if he knew back then. If I was his daughter. I don't know what's worse. Not realizing that your daughter had attempted Hogwarts, or knowing that she was sitting right there, right in front of you, not being willing to say or do anything about it.

Henry and Lydia gave me some days to rest when I came home from one om the most traumatizing years at Hogwarts I've ever had. I know it sounds selfish, because since I've started Hogwarts a lot of dangerous and traumatizing stuff had happed. Like He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named living in the back of our defense agents the dark arts teacher's head. Then the chamber of secrets opened, and a giant basilisk was trying to kill all muggles at the castle, and luckily it didn't have any lock killing any. But these times I've never been in real danger.

After all Hogwarts is a school for little witches and wizards. But also, a school there had been there for centuries and hides a lot of secrets. Something like that is maybe not expected, but everything is possible.

After some days of resting, the day finally came. Professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall even paid a visit. We all sat down in the living room, with tea and scones. Lydia had made her homemade clotted cream and raspberry jam– with the berries she was growing in our little green house. Lydia loved her plants. She gave me real Hufflepuff vibes. But she was sorted into Ravenclaw back then.

"Take a seat, Ill fix you some tea" Lydia said to Dumbledor and McGonagall. They each picked the armchairs we had placed on each side of the coffee table, facing the sofa. Witch put me between Lydia and Henry on the sofa. Now I felt pressure.

McGonagall looked concerned, but Dumbledore just looked hungry at the scones.

"Maybe we should just get started for Rebecca's sake" McGonagall said concerned, looking at Professor Dumbledore to get his attention. Dumbledore slowly looked away from the scones and started focusing on looking at me. It was a soft glance as Dumbledore usually gave. "Very well miss Clark, or would you now prefer Lupin" Professor Dumbledor asked kindly. I smiled back at him. Dumbledor was such an odd man. And I admired him for that. "I still prefer Clark Professor. I don't identify with Lupin. Thank you for asking" I said polite. Both professor Dumbledor and Professor McGonagall smiled at me. "Very well miss Clark. Due to the events of the end of last school year, I have been informed and willingly wants to talk to you about the happenings and help you how to get by with the things you have witnessed. Rebecca Clark has been up against the mass murderer Sirius Black" As Dumbledor finished, he smiled and winked to me. I winked back. We both knew that Sirius was incident, but Dumbledore, Harry, Hermine, Ron, Mr. Lupin and I had decided not to tell our families about Sirius just yet. "Due to that event, miss Clark is required at my office once a month to have a meeting at my office with her house Teacher Professor McGonagall" Dumbledore ended. "But can we talk about what happened. We have given Rebecca some time to heal, before, I mean. I don't want to pressure her. But we need to know what has been going on to help her. Right professor" Lydia asked while pouring McGonagall a cup of tea. "Rebecca will speak when she is ready, it is for the best" Professor McGonagall said carefully. It was for the best. She was absolutely right, but I really wanted to get it off my chest sooner than later, so I could carry on with my life. Everyone around me agreed. "Professor I am ready to tell my story" I said convincing and started to tell Lydia, Henry, Dumbledore and McGonagall what had happened.

Lydia and Henry listened closely and carefully to what I had to tell about the events of that night. "I was on my way down to Hagrid, he had some ingredients I needed for a potion I was making with Fred, Lee and George" I explained as McGonagall and Lydia gave me a strict look, but I had promised Dumbledor to tell the truth. "When I saw...". A knot suddenly tired up my stomach. I hadn't expected it to happen this soon. This was where I learned that I had never been in any danger. The only person who had put me in a dangerous situation that night, was Remus. "When I saw Harry and Hermione ran after a black dog, the grim I presumed. I had to get help. I remembered that I had just passed processor Lupin just before I went over the wooden bridge, so I ran back to find him. Luckily, he hadn't gotten that far. So, as I reached him, I let him know what I had witnessed" I paused. "And did professor Lupin tell you to follow him" McGonagall asked surely. I had hoped that she hadn't asked that question, because I didn't really want to answer it. "No, professor, he asked me to get back to my dorm immediately. But I followed Professor Lupin anyway" I answered with a heavy breath. This was not the point of it, I was there no matter what Remus had told me to do.

Dumbledor was smearing some clotted crème onto a scone, topping it with a teaspoon full of jam. "So, you followed him anyway" McGonagall asked wondering. I scratched my cheek, trying to find a good explanation. But nothing came to me. Why did I even run after him? Like I was going to safe the whole day. Maybe that was the reason I made it into Gryffindor. "I don't know Professor, I wanted to help. Ever since I Remus, sorry, Professor Lupin started teaching, I had felt some kind of urge to... I don't even know what it was. First, I thought it was a crush, like the innocent crush you have on a teacher. But it was something ells. Like a feeling that he needed me to come with him. I don't know, it's silly and I'm sorry for putting myself in danger" I ended. "So, what happed when you and Professor Lupin entered the shrinking shack" Dumbledore asked like it was the juicy part now. "I walked behind Remus the whole time. I wasn't in any danger. I had my wand, and I'm good with spells. The first person I saw was Sirius and then I saw Harry, Ron and Hermione. Then it got to me. Remus and Sirius were old friends. And I was going to die. All of us was going to die. But somehow Snape and Remus helped us out of there, and we got out safe. Then the light of the full moon hit Remus and he attacked me. After that I woke up in the hospital wing and apparently, I have Veela blood in my veins, luckily for that otherwise I would be a werewolf by now" I ended with a fake smile. "And then there was your dream" Dumbledor asked politely. "The one you came you came to my office to discuss" he added. This was the part I wasn't ready to talk about. The knot in my stomach tightened even more. I let out a small grunt to let Dumbledore know that he could continue. "It is an unlocked memory. One that I cannot tell you more about. One you must figure out yourself. I hope you can understand" Dumbledore ended.

The the room was left heavy and quiet.

"Rebecca Just a simple question. Would you like to remain living with your guardians or would you like to contact Lupin to find a way and live with him" Dumbledor asked and then reached for a scone. "I would like to continue living here Professor, if that's ok. This is my home" I said with confidence, even though I really wanted to get to know Remus. "Good, just as we expected. Now I just need to inform the tree of you about something really serious and you cannot speak of this afterwards. This is going to be between the five of us, and when the time comes, we do as we discussed today" Dumbledor started. The atmospheria in the living room chanced immediately to something dark and could. Even though I thought that my story was dark, this was something ells. "We have a hint that Him-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is planning his return" Professor McGonagall said rather serious. I looked at Lydia and her face turned bright white. She looked like she was about to cry, scream and through up at the same time. Lydia then ran her fingers through her hair. Henry was looking at her, but suddenly he jumped up. "Wait, he is supposed to be dead. How can he plan his return, if he is dead" Henry yelled. McGonagall got up of her chair too and placed a calming hand on Henrys shoulder. Henry always seemed so stupid when it came to the magic world, but now it just seemed like he knew everything about it. He was even more upset than I have thought he would be. "There is no easy way to inform you this, so it's best if you just listen to what we have to offer" McGonagall said calmly. "Lydia and Rebecca would be in grave danger; I cannot protect them here alone" Henry said shockingly. Lydia said nothing, she just took Henrys hand to calm him down. He then sat back down on the sofa again. "If this is going to happen, I want Rebecca to move in with Remus, for her own protection. And for the two of you, we have a hide out for you in Scotland. But Rebecca can't come. She will attract danger. Understood" Dumbledor said firmly and all of us knotted. "And you are not to speak of this again, before the time comes. Agree" Dumbledor continued. Lydia got up and cleared the table. "Thank you for the lovely scones, Lydia, it was a pleasure to see you again Henry, and I'll see you soon miss Clark".

As I walked back upstairs to my room, started to remember the good things about my fourth school year. It was also awesome to be a witch, after all. But what now, what was I supposed to do now? All the fun always came with Fred, Geroge and Lee. The gossiping with Katie. The sneaking to the kitchen for a late-night snack with Comac. And the butterflies whenever Cedric Diggory brushed his hand threw his hair and smiled at me.

I smiled with the thought of that. I sat down on my bed to daydream even more. But that was soon interrupted by some noise coming from the street, so I went by the window to see what was going on. Some family was moving in on the other side of the street. But I couldn't care less. I was impatient to get back to Hogwarts and the first week of summer wasn't even over. But then someone caught my eye. It was the soon to be 6th year student, a Slytherin stud. Adrian Pucey. He was one of the chasers on the Slytherins quidditch team. He knocked me off my broom last year at my first match. Asshole. He reminded me of someone. Not really but there was something about his dimwitted smirk and somehow misunderstood person.

The first person I saw in the room at the Shrieking Shack, was... Sirius Black. I wanted to cry. He was a wanted murderer, and we were just four kids trying to survive. In a heroic but stupid decision, I pointed my wand at him, while I slowly and carefully followed Professor Lupin into the room. "Leave Harry alone" I said with a shaky voice. I really wanted not to sound scared, but I couldn't help it. He just laughed. Something was wrong with Rons leg. I hurried over to him, to take a look, maybe it was something I could heal. "If you are going to kill Harry, you have to kill us too" Hermione said. Her voice broke. We all thought that we were going to die. "No. only one will die tonight," Sirius Black said with a sore throat. I looked back over my shoulder, to see that Sirius was pointing a wand towards Ron and me. I was too scared to scream.

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[void-ink-studios]

Oh Glob, He's Been Kidnapped

A silly romp through Ooo, with a touch of bitter sweet at the end. I hope you enjoy y'all!

A few sidenotes:

I've started picturing the Organizer's voice like Agent 47's handler, Diana Burnwood, in the new Hitman games. No idea why, just felt like it fit her.

Random thought that might end up as it's own post, but I find the idea funny if Scarab's species had no real concept of gender, and Scarab just accepted he/him pronouns because that's what everyone in the pantheon used for him and he just shrugged and accepted it.

Next time, as suggested by @scumbkat I think it's about time Scarab gained his own Nightmare aspect.

Fun fact, this was the instalment to push this series over 100 pages in the google doc.

Word Count: 2,500

Of all things Scarab had expected on this "field trip" (as Prismo put it) to the land of Ooo, this was not one of them.

Where in Glob's name did Prismo go?

Seriously, Scarab had turned his back for, like, maybe 10 seconds. And when he turned back, the human shaped mage Prismo was disguised as was just... up and gone.

At first he thought he had wondered off to another shop in market or something, but Scarab had scoured this place top to bottom at least 3 times, and no sign of the Wishmaster anywhere.

He climbed the tallest stall he could find, earning him some choice curses, and nothing.

It wasn't as if Scarab was nervous or anything. Prismo was a god. One of the most powerful in the multiverse. Just because he was currently human shaped did not make him as vulnerable as one.

But, well, this trip was kind of off the books. If Prismo got his body killed somewhere, they'd have the Organizer to answer to, and Scarab was not particularly looking for a scolding next time she visited for tea.

"Prism!" He called the fake name the Wishmaster had given himself, trying to shout over the chaotic crowd. "Prism, where did you go? We're supposed to be heading back soon! Prism!"

All that got him was annoyed looked from the people trying to pass by him.

Great.

"Hey, big knight dude" a voice called. Scarab momentarily forgot what he looked like, confused at this address. But, yes, he recalled now. He looked much more like a knight, his shell conveniently passing for armor with a bit more flair. He turned in search for the voice. "Over here, man!"

A human. Or, Scarab was pretty sure he was human, he looked enough like Prismo's body to be somewhat confident. He was tall, muscular, with a mess of blond hair spilling out the back of his hat. A mechanical arm waved him over.

Scarab shook off his frantic edges, striding over with an air of confidence.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"You need help, man? Heard to yelling for someone, and I saw you pacing around the place. What's going on?"

"Oh, I seem to have lost my traveling companion. I turned my back for a few seconds, and poof, gone."

"What's he look like?"

Scarab examined the human a little closer. Big smile, sword on the hip, an attitude similar to a happily suicidal puppy. Hmm.

"And how do I know you don't have something to do with his disappearance?"

"Nah man, I'm super good! I'm the hero in these parts."

Scarab decided that, if worst came to worst, he could take him.

"...I'll choose to believe you for now, hero. Short stature, brown skin, long curly gray hair and beard, most garish pink wizard robes possible? Enough jewelry to be mistaken for a treasure chest? Old?"

"Hmmm..."

"Hey, didn't we see someone like that walking around with those weirdo wizards" a new voice chimed in. Scarab's head snapped to the new comer, spotting a... dog? Rainicorn? Both? She didn't have discernable eyes, but very long almost platinum blond hair that had been fashioned into a hammock in the tree.

The hero thought for a second.

"Oh yeah, that's right Junior! Man, I knew those creeps were trouble!"

"You know these characters?"

"They're quick to sniff around anyone with a hint of magic junk" Junior supplied. "Tried cutting my hair for rainbow powers of whatever."

"What for?"

"We're not sure" the hero sighed. "They keep harassing wizards and stuff, but no one's really gone with them before. You guys new here?"

"You could say that, yes. We're passing through."

"Man, sorry about that. But, if they dragged your bud away, I think I know where they went!"

Scarab released a long-suffering sigh, rubbing his hand under his helmet.

"Glob, Prism, of course, of course you'd get yourself accidentally kidnapped the second I turn my back."

"You don't sound to worried" Junior said.

"I'm not. Prism is more than capable of taking care of himself. But, it is... inconvenient. He probably thinks this is an adventure or some nonsense."

"Hey man, anything can be an adventure! Even kidnappings. C'mon, we'll find him together. What's your name, stranger?"

"Ruby Knight is fine. And you?"

"I'm Finn! And this little lady is Jake Jr. but I just call her Junior."

Scarab was thankful for both his helmet and remarkable poise. If either failed him, he might've started choking on air.

Finn. This was... Prismo's Finn. He finally noticed the tattoo on his chest, a smiling dog cradled in forget-me-nots. Of course. Of course he'd happen to run into the one human Prismo might know.

And... Jake Jr. A daughter, most certainly. Did Prismo know? Most likely, Jake had to have told him if they were as close as he believed, but he made know indication of having ever met her.

Okay... Okay, this is fine, probably. And, it's not like he had much choice right now.

"A pleasure to meet you, Finn the hero. Let's go find my idiot wizard friend, shall we?"

"Alright, let's do this! Adventure time!"

And with that, the human went charging off in a direction through the market. Junior seemed unsurprised, casually standing up.

"We should probably try to keep up. Can't let him have all the fun to himself."

Scarab nodded, quickly catching up and keeping pace with Finn.

"Hey, dude, I don't see a lot of new knights around here! Which princess you work for?"

"None of them. Technically, I work for Prism, but I am my own agent."

"Ooooh, I remember meeting a few of those. They were jerks, way to into their own armor. One followed me around, like all day, trying to embarrass me. You seem cool though."

"A knight obsessed with armor is a lousy knight indeed. I've met a fair share who seem to think the weapons and costumes are replacements for skill."

"I know, right? I got skills though, skills to pay the bills. At least, that's what Marcy and PB say."

Scarab found himself relaxing at least a little bit as he followed this human hero.

"...How you know your buddy would be fine? You sounded really sure about it."

"He's one of the best mages I've ever met. He is more than capable of helping himself if he feels his in actual danger. Problem is he is very bad at telling what is and isn't dangerous."

"Man, that sounds like me. I once jumped into a dungeon without backup, got my ass kicked. By a cat. And another knight, the Bucket Knight. Scarier than he sounds."

Scarab didn't talk to mortals very often, but this he felt was a good one.

One of the fun ones.

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"Ooooh, what's this do?"

Prismo, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. When three dudes in black cloaks put an arm around his shoulder and offered magic beyond belief, well, he was hooked.

No, Prismo was not an idiot. Everything in there was very clearly cursed, destined to attach or leech or possess the user the second they walked out of the spooky tent with it.

But, no harm if he didn't leave with it.

"That, sir, will amplify your powers into a brilliant burst. You'd be untouchable."

Prismo could tell the goons were getting impatient. He knew he looked like a fat, easy target with his jewelry and demeanor, but he was much trickier than most assumed.

Money's paws were fun, after all.

He could hear them whisper.

"He gonna buy anything or just waste our time?"

"Patience, brother. We'll have him soon enough."

"Can't we just stab him and be done with it?"

"Quiet!"

Prismo chuckled to himself, standing up straight. Scarab had probably noticed he was gone by now, he should probably go back before he split his shell.

"Well guys, this was nice, but I think I should be going now. Lots of neat stuff you got here, but I don't think I'm interested."

He turned with a big smile to see three hooded goons who looked like they wanted to rip him apart.

"...Now?"

"Now."

Two of them surged forward to hold Prismo's wrists, dragging him to a very fancy looking chair.

"Woah, friends, what's the harsh treatment for?"

"Oh shut up, old man. We listened to you prattle on about nonsense for the past hour! We're bleeding you dry of magic, with or without your cooperation!"

Prismo was suddenly very aware of a knife to his neck as he was strapped down.

"Fellas, fellas, you don't wanna do this" he crooned.

"Oh, trust me, it's no trouble, you doddering old fool. It's our pleasure."

"No, no, that's not what I mean. My bud, he's probably looking for me. Not the kind of guy you want to get on the bad side. So just let me go and we pretend none of this ever happened, right?"

"We're not scared of some over dressed, pompous knight! We're wizards, wizards rule fool! Kin, get the bowl, it's gonna get messy."

Prismo rolled his eyes.

Well, this went poorly quickly. He was not gonna hear the end of this when Scarab showed up.

"Yeah, wizards rule, but guys, I'm telling ya, he's not someone you underestimate. I keep him around for a reason, you know?"

"Oh just shut up already! Whatever pitiful little magic you've got won't be worth more than you finally shutting up!"

"Wow, harsh dude."

There was a cold blade against his neck again, making him squeak a little. Okay, he might have to break himself out of this one...

"Uh, guys-"

BANG

There was a loud, grinding bang outside the tent, a yell, and suddenly light.

Everyone groaned at the sudden harsh light, but Prismo smiled at the glittering red armor.

"Prism! You Glob forsaken idiot, you better be here!"

"Ruby, hun, I seem to be in a bit of a pickle."

Prismo giggled a little at the utterly exhausted groan Scarab let out. There was a scream, a warm splatter, and a thud. The knife wasn't on his neck anymore, now kicked far away across the floor.

"Man, this is some serious dark junk." Prismo's eyes widened. He craned his neck, spotting the long blond hair and robotic arm. Oh Glob.

"These are definitely cursed, Finn. Like, the aura in here is toxic."

Jake Jr....

Oh Glob dammit. Don't cry, don't cry...

"Prism, dear, are you okay?"

Prismo blinked, trying to shake away the tears, smiling at Scarab's helmet covered face.

"Yeah, I'm okay, no biggie!"

He felt the straps around his wrists loosen, then him get tugged into Scarab's chest.

"I'm okay, I'm okay Ruby, promise. Sorry for wandering off, I know I'm not gonna hear the end of this, I know..."

Finn seemed to stop moving, slowly turning his head toward Prismo.

"Wait a second..."

Prismo took a deep breath, slowly emerging from Scarab's chest to face him.

"Oh my Glob..."

Prismo expected a lot of things could potentially happen. Yelling about being in Ooo, maybe anger for not being able to bring Jake back, maybe even annoyance for having to save him again.

But he did not expect a hug. A big bear one, that lifted him off the ground, feet dangling an undignified foot and a half off the grass.

"PRISMO!"

Finn laughed as he swung the Wishmaster around, now hugging back both out of respect for the hug, and to not go flying if the human's grip slipped.

"Wait, is that... like Prismo Prismo? As in Prismo the Almighty Wishmaster that dad kept gushing over, that Prismo?"

"The one and only! Man, I didn't know you could leave the Time Room! I'd have invited you on adventures a long time ago!"

"This is a new thing, first time on Ooo, I promise. Finn, you're kind of crushing my ribs here."

Finn carried him outside before finally placing him back on his feet.

"Prism, hm?"

"We didn't wanna attract too much attention. So, disguises!"

"So, wait, then who's that" Junior asked, pointing her thumb toward Scarab. "Is this guy some poor schmuck you hired, or something else?"

Prismo collected himself a moment before holding Scarab's hand in his own. "This is Scarab. He's a coworker of mine and... well, my partner." He placed a soft kiss on one of Scarab's knuckles.

"And you're lucky for it" Scarab sighed. "Who else would I run halfway across a city for?"

"Oh, rad, good for you, man. I know we haven't talked much since... well, we haven't talked much. But, y'know, it's good to see you okay and stuff. And that you've got someone looking out for you."

Junior seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before she strolled up and tapped Prismo's shoulder.

"I'm uh... I'm Jake Junior." She extended her hand in an offer to shake. "Dad... Dad liked talking about you. It's nice to meet you."

Prismo's smile wobbled, but it was wide. He tried to rub the tears from his eyes, but soon gave up and accepted the hand shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you too. Jake... Man, every other sentence was him bragging about one of you. He really loved you guys a lot."

Junior had a sad smile on her face, nervously rubbing the back of her head.

"Pris, now that I know you can come here, we gotta go on a proper adventure sometime, yeah? And, like, a proper one, not one where you just get kidnapped but some shifty wizard dudes."

"Seriously, they're like, the shiftiest guys I've ever seen and you just... went along with them? No questions asked?"

Prismo giggled nervously as he felt everyone's mildly judgmental stare on him.

"I don't know, it just looked... interesting. Not like they could actually hurt me or anything."

"That might be the case, but if you got discorporated, you would get to me the one to explain to the Organizer why we were walking around with unauthorized bodies."

"Hey, you didn't need to come with me!"

"Clearly, I did."

Prismo groaned, half embarrassed, half strangely happy at the day's turn of events.

He looked at Finn, and noticed the same sad smile Scarab often described the Wishmaster having. "Hey, Finn? If you... wanna hang out, in the Time Room, I can give you my number, or something... I'd like to see you. Same to you, Junior. You and any of your siblings are welcome to the domain of the Almighty Prismo."

Finn slapped him on the back, firmly gripping his shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's head to the Candy Kingdom, there's a bar, drinks are on me."

The two gods walked behind the mortals. Prismo could feel Scarab looking at him, a question trying to push past his mandibles. The Wishmaster didn't answer. He opted instead to tuck his hand into Scarab's and walk in comfortable silence, listening to these two mortals talk.

Maybe things would continue to be better.

Maybe Prismo's heart could take this.

#prohibitedwish #scarab x prismo #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #finn the human #finn mertens #jake jr. #prohibitedwish fanfic #wrath of the wishmaster

[3motionally3xhausted]

More Ouran redesigns!

Below the cut, listen to me ramble about the art choices I made in the redesigns, please. (Honey, Yasuchika, Kasanoda, Renge)

+A little sketch of Haruhi & Tamaki 😊

I redid Honey's because I was so unhappy with the first version, but I like this one a LOT more. He kinds of looks like an idol, but I'm not mad at it lol

The main thing I don't like about the canon design of Honey is that he looks like a literal child (wow new idea alert) and somehow in my first redesign I didn't get rid of that problem?? And I just didn't like the way that one turned out art-wise.

So! This time, I made his face a lot less round and decided to give him shorter hair in a more natural/ash blonde color. Instead of going full l*lita, I was aiming more for "soft boy" & I spent a good minute just coloring his eyes so they look pretty magical (or a bit creepy, I can't tell lol) but I wanted him to have long pretty lashes. Also, I added a little scar on the bridge of his nose to hint at his hidden violent side

(That shirt is entirely improvised lmao)

Anyway, Yasuchika!

I always felt kind of bad for him (for that one episode that he appeared lol), so I wanted to lean into the fact that he's kinda bitter Honey left the Judo club but still admires him a lot.

I had to remember what he looked like first, but I actually really like his design in the manga so its practically the same lol. The hair is slightly different though. And, it's subtle, but his hair is bleached here as a tiny nod that he wants to be more like his brother, though he didn't go full blonde. And since their hair and eyes are different, I now headcanon that they have different moms, because I can and it tugs at my heartstrings for some reason.

Now, Kasadona's and Renge's were done kind of a while ago, so the art is marginally worse imo, but anyway

Onto Kasanoda!

Another character that I always loved and felt sad about! This time he has two episodes, I think.

Since it's important to his character, I had to keep him looking scary, but that doesn't mean I couldn't make him look sad too! I love aiming for subtle expressions lol, I remember this one was really fun.

I can't tell you why I made his hair wavy/curly, I just wanted that, but those little shaved bits at the corners of his hairline were very intentional; it's meant to kind of mimic devil horns just to solidify that he's seen as kind of evil and whatever. And his eyes! I think that blizzard nickname/reputation (i can't remember) is really unique, so it exaggerates his cold glare.

(Trying to avoid saying 'kind of' so much, jeez)

Last up, Renge!

She also kind of looks like an idol, mostly 'cause of the pose and little sparkle, though. And oddly enough, I really didn't like her when I was originally watching the show (thought she was annoying lol) but I kind of adore her now because..

This girl is a nerd, she's silly, she's a cosplayer, a complete madwoman, and girl boss! (Character-wise, I only really take issue with the 'fuj*shi' 'y*oi stan' part, so that's cut for my version) But I really wanted to show that more fun, adventurous part of her, so she has pink dye on the underside, with her hair pulled into this big red bow.

I don't have many thoughts on her past what I already said, she just deserves to be cute and have fun. But I do think she should be in on the secret that Haruhi's a girl, and they should be good friends, the show is just lacking in girl friendships. (Excluding the Zuka club, they're full on lesbians and the show portrayed them so weirdly imo.)

(***I only censored some words cuz I don't want anything to end up in my feed lol)

#ouran redesigns #ouran high school host club #ohshc #mitskuni haninozuka #yasuchika haninozuka #renge houshakuji #ritsu kasanoda #my art #my fanart #33xhausted art

[ghostiewriter]

i have been thinking about an enemies to lovers jiara where she gets hurt and he sees and they have the classic “who did this to you” moment and goes absolute feral on whoever touched his girl😭😭 hes so boyfriend and i love him

“Someone’s a bigger bitch than usual today.”

“Fuck off.” 

“What? Forget to eat the souls of some orphaned children today, Carrera.” 

“Fuck. Off.” 

But the blond only grinned in response, loving the fact he was getting under her skin. Kiara was always irritable around him, always had been for god knows how long since they first met. But her patience was running thinner than usual today, and he couldn’t deny that even if he loved pissing her off, it wasn’t as fun when she took barely two words to get worked up.

“C’mon, where’s the snark?” he called out, watching her simply shake her head at him as she made her way towards her car. 

He was currently leaning against his bike, zippo dancing between his fingers as he waited for John B to finish whatever the hell he was doing after school on a Wednesday. But his attention was quickly snatched by a certain curly-haired kook who had her head down as she made her way through the carpark, looking like she was doing everything to avoid any sort of human interaction. 

So obviously JJ had to bother her.

“I’m not in the mood, Maybank, so piss off,” she stated bluntly as she reached for her keys in her bag but JJ reacted first, reaching out to snag her bag and holding it above his head with a grin. 

“Come get it, sweetheart,” he grinned, holding her back in a fist as he waved it around mockingly. However, he was waiting for Kiara to turn around and shoot him with her usual glare, the one that sent a thrill through his body just before she bit his head off for taunting her. 

What he wasn’t expecting was for her to turn around and for his eyes to instantly narrow on the bruised cheek and split lip she had. 

“What the fuck?” 

Any amusement on his face was quickly gone, drowned out by a wave of hot, raging anger as he took in the sight of her. And before she could even react or push him away, he was dropping the bag and quickly taking her face in his hands as his thumb gently ran over the bruise. 

“Who did this to you?” JJ muttered, eyebrows furrowed together as he waited for a response but she stayed silent. “Who fucking did this to you, Kiara?”

She tried to pull herself away from his grasp. “It’s nothing—”

“Don’t give me that bullshit, Kiara,” he gritted out through clenched teeth, his eyes darkening as he watched her wince a little when she pressed her lips together. “Not me. Never to me.” 

“It’s not like you really care,” she muttered, face remaining somewhat blank as she placed her hands on his wrists in hopes of pulling away but found she couldn’t bring herself to do so when his touch was comforting. 

“Maybe you really are as dumb as I thought you were,” JJ grumbled, shaking his head and trying to ignore the way his heart was thundering in his chest. “Give me a name.” 

She raised her brow. “Gonna defend my honour, Maybank?”

“I’ve been edging for a fight,” he said so bluntly that she found herself believing him. “Name. Now.” 

“It’s fine, JJ,” she murmured in a softer voice, almost looking caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice.

“It’s not, Kiara. So you either tell me a name or I find the fucker myself. And let me tell you, the second option will be a lot worse for them,” he muttered, though the words were a lie. He was gonna kick their ass regardless of how he got their name. “You choose, sweetheart.”

“JJ—”

“A name, Kiara. Don’t make me ask again.” 

She grumbled a name under her breath, but he understood her as clear as day.

“Atta girl, baby. See, that wasn’t so hard.”

#jiara #outer banks #obx #jj maybank #kiara carrera #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jiara fic #jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #outer banks fic #outer banks fanfic #outer banks fanfiction #obx fic #obx fanfic #obx fanfiction

[violencewithwings]

January 2024 reading wrap-up

If you’ll notice, I read very few books this month (especially compared to December, but even compared to my usual 6 books minimum a month). I am currently in the throes and insanity of first love, so I might not read much for the first few months of this year. I do miss reading, but how am I supposed to fall in love with book men when I have a gorgeous, sweet man right in front of me?

Books read ˋ°•*⁀➷ 4

Books DNFed ˋ°•*⁀➷ 0

Five-star books ˋ°•*⁀➷ 4

Fourth Wing (reread) - Rebecca Yarros

January 11th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ve been anticipating this reread for a while. I couldn’t wait to be re-immersed in the world and see how differently the book read after reading Iron Flame. I was not disappointed, and in fact, I gave this book a higher star rating than I did on my first read. This world is very easy to get obsessed with and immersed in, and I still love Violet’s character so much. Rereading this book also made me appreciate Xaden’s intimidating front so much more than I did originally. I was able to fully sink into the present in the book instead of worry about what was coming, and I really enjoyed it.

Rereading the end of this book made me realize that most of the issues people complain about “popping up” in the second book (aka Violet and Xaden arguing) actually started at the end of the first book pretty much as soon as they got into a relationship. This shifted my perspective of the second book quite a bit, honestly. This was also the first book I tabbed as I read as well, so it was a new and fun experience for me. I can’t wait to read the next book.

The Lightning Thief - Rick Riordan

January 21st, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

So, fun fact: this was my best friend’s favorite series when we were in elementary and middle school, but I had serious anxiety as a kid and couldn’t read anything more tense than Amelia Bedilia until I was about thirteen. I tried reading this series about four years ago but it kind of bored me? Reading it now, I’m completely unsure why, but I digress. Me and my brothers are watching the show, and being in my reading era, I decided I wanted to read the books too, and now the four of us are reading the books together as well 😆

This book was so much fun. Percy’s inner monologue took a little bit of time to get used to since I’m used to reading books from the perspective of teenage girls and adult women, but he was a very fun character to follow. I’ve always loved Greek Mythology, so getting to read a modern book with the gods was very intriguing. I thought the world was very immersive and the characters were fun. I can’t wait to see how this story progresses over the next few books.

On a side note: I can’t imagine Percy as anything other than Walker with his curly blond hair and blue eyes. Annabeth was a bit harder since Percy describes her so often in the books, but she’s kind of just a blurry haze in my head 😂

The Sea of Monsters - Rick Riordan

January 24th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

If you’d told me I was going to be eating up a middle grade book series this year, I’d have laughed in your face. This book was so good. Tyson has to be my favorite character in the whole series so far. He’s so adorable 😭

This book, like most middle grade books, was slightly predictable. It doesn’t help that I’ve gotten probably at least one spoiler for each book, but that didn’t make the reading of it any less fun. Percy and Annabeth’s relationship is progressing a bit, and I love to see it. They trust each other a bit more in each book.

One thing I really loved about this book is that it was only 280 pages 😆 I needed a short read tonight that I could wrap up before I went to bed, and this delivered! I’m chomping at the bit to read the next book, but alas, it’s still on hold at the library. I’ll get my hands on it soon enough…

Destroy the Day - Brigid Kenmerer

January 29th, ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

This book was everything and more I wanted out of a final book in this series…I mean…COME ON! For one, I LOVE Harristan, and we got a whole lot more of him in this book. I was eating those chapters UP!

Corrick and Lochlan had a lovely bonding in this book after being at odds with each other for the entire series, so that was nice! I really appreciate that they were able to get over their hatred for each other eventually and become really close friends 😭 the last chapter with them at the end is so near and dear to my heart, you don’t understand.

I won’t get into the nitty gritty of this plot because that was on the back burner in this story. What I LOVED about this book was the romance Harristan got. He and the person he ended up with were two characters I had been hoping something would happen between for a while and then out of nowhere - it happened! I squealed when they kissed for the first time. I’m so glad they got their happily ever after because that is truly all I ever wanted for them <3

I love this book. Read this series, I promise it’s good.

#fourth wing #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #defy the night #destroy the day #book reviews

[kiybee]

all my abominably self indulgent laurence headcanons in one post

i love this bitch more than anything. i’m definitely projecting on a lot of these but a lot of them are just good fun. that being said, content warnings for mental health topics as well as suicide, disordered eating, period-typical racist attitudes, and less than ideal family situations. and gay ppl if ur not into that ig 💀 pls don’t read further if any of these things are gonna upset you

this guy has autism and bpd. excellent at pretending he isn’t totally losing it on the inside

bisexual. no i won’t be elaborating

he’s also biracial, half chinese. was probably born out of some weird orientalist fetish shit idk. his mum’s the chinese one so take that as you will. i have it certain in my head that the marriage was not fully agreed to by both sides, nor was either party particularly happy once the union was made - it could have been because his mother was from an important family, so the taboo was suffered for the sake of social prestige? honestly this hc is not fully formed in my head, i'm really just projecting

dyes his hair blond, refuses to engage with his native language, and masquerades as white, mostly cos he’s ashamed of being half asian. the only person who knows is micolash

also has curly hair naturally but straightens it because it’s apparently “messy” (it’s not he looks beautiful)

came from an upper class family who were insistent on upholding the family image (they were especially ashamed bc they were an interracial marriage). got yelled at a lot as a kid for acting out of social norm so learned to mask really quickly and really well

visited cainhurst at the age of 15 and had to violently hold himself back from asking if people were inbred so that they could keep the blood magic in the family 💀

he also wanted to be a vileblood as a kid the same way kids want to be superheroes. by the time he was like, 12, that faded off but he is still REALLY fascinated by them (and often asks maria about it, much to her annoyance 😭)

liked romance novels growing up. still likes them 20 years later. reads them in his room at byrgenwerth when he thinks micolash isn’t looking but micolash is DEFINITELY looking he just doesnt care

personally identifies with mr darcy from pride and prejudice. actually has infodumped about p&p to micolash a total of one (1) time and proceeded to feel very stupid after (micolash was happy to listen 💀 laurence is just paranoid as fuck)

has a younger sister whose name is cecilia (why is she called that? idk i just like the name). cecilia shares a lot of laurence's insecurities about their race and also dyes her hair blonde and masquerades as white. he doesn't see her anymore though

amelia looks a bit like cecilia and laurence uses that similarity as a way for him to solve his overwhelming guilt over how he abandoned cecilia in a house that didn’t love her when he left home. he treats amelia really well, but never registers the fact that won’t undo his mistakes

unbearably jealous of his peers. compared grades with micolash all the time while they were studying, makes it a point to be bitchy to people who he perceives as better than him. probably fired a couple mfs from the choir cos he thought they were too perfect

stole a bunch of micolash’s pills and attempted suicide during his last year of study at byrgenwerth because he hated himself and felt like a directionless failure who wouldn’t be able to do anything in the world

started the healing church because he wanted to be universally respected, revered, and most of all, loved. ascension was never about godhood, it was about the worship that came with godhood. not sure how well that all turned out for him but you know

he also doesn’t pray AT ALL 💀 the only time this man has paid his respects to the great ones is at mass when everyone looks at him

has periods where he gets a little funny with food. not like, a full out issue with it or anything (not until micolash leaves and his beasthood progresses it), but he likes the control of it during stressful times, and he’d be lying if he didn’t want to change himself to be more attractive. he gets upset when micolash doesn’t eat, but thinks it’s ok when he doesn’t cos he means to??

this weird little aversion becomes a Big Problem later on when he’s fighting beasthood. he regards his “humanity” with food restriction behaviours leading to binge/restrict cycles where he freaks out over losing control and becoming beast

practices faces in the mirror for like two hours every evening so that he doesn't look weird in public. when i say this man is a god at masking i mean it

that being said he goes back to his rooms everyday and stares at a wall as part of the recharging process

oh and then he starts his 50 step beauty routine. this man knows every skincare fad under the sun and is willing to believe ALL of it

BUT back at byrgenwerth he was constantly going through identity crises and would impulse cut his hair into every style under the sun. if you think of a hairstyle this man has probably worn it. most, if not all of them looked terrible before he settled on growing it out long (he wears it in a braid that goes to like, his waist, in the healing church era). he had a cute little ponytail for a while

if you know me you’ve probably heard many, if not all, of these headcanons but yk. its fun to have all of these here. i have more but we'd be here all evening

#laurence the first vicar #bloodborne #micolash host of the nightmare #micolaurence #vicar amelia #tw suicide #tw ed #bloodborne headcanons #headcanons

[northernolddragon]

Do you have any favorite Witcher mods? For example, this hairstyle of Regis can you tell me what kind of mod?

https://at.tumblr.com/northernolddragon/710088796802301952/7fb4r2qz4i9e

Hello, dear anonymous. I don't have many mods. And I think some of them are quite standard. I will highlight just a few.

As for Regis's hairstyle, it is just a priority and attracts my attention, as soon as it came into my field of vision. Extremely aesthetic bow at the back - so sophisticated. And a falling strand. Of course, I adore Regis' vanilla hairstyle, but sometimes, it needs some variety, so I change Emiel's hairstyle to suit the situation or at will. In addition, don't forget that the vampire is still regenerating and the hair would be restored one way or another in such an aristocratic version or in any other. It seemed to me that the author is quite popular in the field of modding and it is easy to find him, since there are very few mods for Emiel's hairstyle: @witcherscreenshotsdump.

From this talanted author, I also like Cirilla's book hairstyle and her scar. Not to mention Dettlaff's shirt and Yennefer's set of clothes and curly hair. Don't forget about the book image of Jaskier, for which you can also find blond hair from this author.

I can highlight the retexture of Geralt 'White Wolf from Rivia', as I fucking love the detail on all the scars and the pallor of the skin, which creates a more different look. The White Wolf becomes, indeed, a White Wolf. I went through enough retextures to stop at this particular option. I also like - Brutal Face - due to the fact, that Geralt with this retexture looks like, that witcher from cinematic trailers. Used it only once. But she was remembered, besides, is quite famous.

If you want to make Dettlaff a little younger, then a retexture by @i-be-busy-witchering. I don't really like it, when retextures deprive the individual details of the characters - scars, moles. In this work, everything is in place. I used it more, than once for screenshots and in the game it periodically returns to higher priorities.

There is such a variety of mods on the Nexus that it is impossible to list them. I think you should just sort through them and experiment with each one you like, following the appropriate instructions and not forgetting your version of the game. I do it. Sometimes, I experiment, for fun, on my own with the help of appropriate programs. This is an educationally entertaining diversity.

Of course, I would not mind doing modding myself, if I had more time for this difficult task. Sometimes, ideas appear in my head, that I want to implement, but the lack of time and experience deprive me of this opportunity.

Thank you!

#ask

[justsomerandomfanfic]

hi! i was wondering if i could get romantic matchups for hobbit, lotr, disney (cartoon), gotham, stranger things, dc movies and x-man?

(i hope it's not too much (⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠-⁠⁄⁠•⁠⁄⁠ ⁠⁄⁠) )

i'm 6'0 and have amber eyes, long gold blond curly hair and hourglass figure

i'm positive and upbeat person, i try to see the bright side in most situations

i'm friendly, energetic, confident, responsible, maybe a bit chaotic, cheerful and bubbly

i care about my friends and family a lot, and go out of my way to show it

i enjoy having fun and living life to the fullest

i really like puzzles, riddles and crosswords

i love making people smile

i have morbid, dark sense of humor

sometimes i randomly say a weird obscure fact in the middle of conversation

i'm demisexual panromantic

i can play on violin, cello, piano, guitar, saxophone, harp and drums, i'm currently learning how to play on trumpet

i like poetry and sometimes i write a poem or two, also i'm writing my book

i'm ballet dancer since i was a kid and i love performing

i'm working on my own cartoon

i never quite grew out of the fantasy phase, and i'm still enamored with tales of changelings and witches

i work as illustrator for fantasy books and books for kids

i'm kinda struggling with taking rest, doing nothing, because there is always something to do, something new to learn, etc.

i'm afraid of stagnation

i overuse this kind of emojis→(⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠)

i love: sunflowers, collecting things, colors yellow, maroon, blue and green, astronomy, tea, making and watching movies, photography, forests, making jewelry, cooking, baking, d&d, fantasy books, horrors, playing chess, animals, plants, dollmaking, dancing, gardening, traveling, drawing, painting, knitting, art, history, world mythologies, spirits, fantasy creatures, eldrich beings, folklore, sculpting, works of J.R.R Tolkien, linguistics, death, burial, beliefs about afterlife, learning new things, embroidery, cartoons, music, psychology, writing

sorry if it's too chaotic

thank you so much for even reading this!

i hope this isn't too much (⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠) but if it's too much, i understand!

i love your writing sm, btw! ❤️

Thank you so much for requesting a matchup! Sorry it's a bit late! <3333 And thank you so much for your kind words!

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The Hobbit;

Thranduil:

🦌 You met Thranduil when you were captured by his guards in his Mirkwood forest, and instantly he was taken by you; even though Elves only love once, he felt his cold heart melt a little when his cool, blue eyes met yours

🦌 What surprised you was the fact that he didn't throw you into a cell, instead, he let you stay with him, asking you questions that slowly dwindled from questions about the Company to more about you; and actually you began to grow fond of the Elf King, he wasn't as mean and cruel as the other Dwarves had said, he actually was quite... Sweet

🦌 And sweet he was, before dinner, (which he asked you to join him, and you sat beside him as a special guest), he had learned that you loved playing instruments, and ordered one of his Elves to bring you one; Thranduil then gifted you a beautiful, crystal harp

🦌 When Bilbo had found a way to escape with the Dwarves, your heart was split, go with them and reclaim the mountain or stay with Thranduil; obviously after Thranduil gave you that deer-eyed look, you stayed, even thought you'd miss your new friends and wish them well, you wanted to live your life with Thranduil

🦌 And he was always there for you, making sure you had everything you ever need and wanted, Thranduil became super protective of you, making sure you were safe, (and making sure you don't die like his last wife...); together you are the 'it' pair, a powerful one at that, though you were able to thaw his cold heart, allowing Thranduil to rule Mirkwood with a much softer boot, and he has you to thank for that, (you changed him for the better)

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Lord Of The Rings;

Samwise Gamgee:

🥔 You met Sam when you joined the Fellowship, watching as he stood by his friend Frodo wish such confidence, his other two Hobbity friends joining in; you instantly felt drawn to him, thinking he was just simply adorable

🥔 During the journey, you got closer with the little gardener, and that was actually the first thing your found that you both had in common; from gardening, plants, sunflowers, and baking, that was just to name a few of the things you both spoke about with such fondness

🥔 And it was very upsetting when Sam left to follow Frodo, though before he left he made sure to say his goodbyes, which let to you both in tears; you watched as he ran off before going back to fighting stray orcs, and Sam sat in the boat with Frodo after he almost drowned, rubbing his cheek, the feeling of your chaste kiss still lingering

🥔 You only saw Sam again after the ring was destroyed, sitting with him, holding his hand as you waited for Frodo to wake up; while you both waited, you both caught up, along with sitting in the peaceful silence

🥔 Sam was enamored by you, your voice, your touch, the way you held him always gave him such comfort; and you loved Sam, the way he recited a small poem he wrote for you, or his promises of showing you his home, your lovestruck

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Disney (Cartoon);

Milo Thatch:

🔍 You met Milo when you were asked to join the crew on the trip to seek and search out Atlantis, you being a well-beloved and a professional at your craft, (you were an expert in world mythologies and folklore); you had to join, you loved the idea of finding the lost city, you loved learning new things and you hated stagnation, you needed to get out there and find that city

🔍 When you physically met Milo, you thought he was sort of awkward and dorky, and he on the other-hand, thought you were amazing, to say the least; he asked you what felt like a million questions, about you job, your likes and your possible theories, and that's when the rest of the group began to grow pretty irritated... Since neither of you stopped talking

🔍 Milo absolutely loves the way you joke around, your jokes always make him laugh and you think it's the most beautiful sound in the world, and Milo would say the same, whenever he gets a laugh out of you he feels like he's died and gone to heaven

🔍 After finding Atlantis, you earned the cash that was promised to you, but instead of spending it on jewels or fancy clothes, you started up your own business; Milo, the little gem that he is, bought you one of the books on changelings and witches that you have been looking for, (that earned him a cute date the following weekend)

🔍 Milo really thinks he's found someone who understands him, and you feel the same, finally you felt seen and heard; and everyday with Milo is an adventure, never do you get bored or anything, you both are always up to something ;)

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Gotham;

Edward Nygma:

❓ You met Edward when you worked with Oswald... Well, you didn't work for him, you worked as a sort of... Partner in business, so to speak; you actually were extremely smart, in fact, you graduated from Harvard and MIT, working on perfecting your own... Special technology (as a somewhat good and bad guy, you called yourself a vigilante, you made your own tech that helped a lot of people, and one of those clients was Oswald)

❓ Anyway, you met Edward when he came to talk with Oswald, of course, you were there too; the conversation was slow, but once he gave you a riddle, it was like fireworks went off; you then surprised Edward by answering the riddle perfectly, and that's when Edward began to like you

❓ Now, Oswald, liking Edward, didn't really like you getting close to the Riddler, but you were closer to Oswald, and you knew that he wouldn't kill you, or try and have you killed, you could take care of yourself; so, with no one to really stop either of you, you and Edward began sort of 'dating'

❓ You knew being a vigilante and him being a villain, you'd both never had a normal relationship, no dinner dates out and about that's for sure; most dates consisted of you and him either quietly reading together, giving each other riddles to solve, or just doing crosswords together

❓ Even though Edward's mind is a bit... Warped? He, (and his Riddler persona) are mighty fond of you, and he was sure of himself that if you were ever in trouble, he'd be there for you; you felt entirely the same, you made sure to o out of your way to show Edward how much your cared for him, always there to make him smile

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Stranger Things;

Eddie Munson:

👹 You met Eddie when you worked with Steve and Robin at the Family Video, he'd come by to say hello to the two and that's when you met him; instantly, he felt some sort of connection, (he likes to say it was love at first sight), and after meeting you, he came to the Family Video almost twice a week

👹 And everytime he came around, you be at the front desk, you got a bit suspicious that Robin or Steve knew when he'd come over so they put your behind the front desk; but Eddie would lean against the counter, flirt a little, give you his charming smile, and believe it or not, you fell hard

👹 From there, it was like you both were dancing around each other, waiting for the other to make the big move to ask the other out, but during that time, Eddie pulled out all the stops; bringing you sunflowers, new notebooks to write in, stuffed animals, and even new maroon yarn for your knitting, (which you loved)

👹 You were practically being spoiled by the young man, and the moment he gifted you a new set of dice for D&D, you asked him out; and of course, he said yes, and the both of you went out to a nice diner for dinner before going to see Labyrinth in theaters (because he remembered how much you loved fantasy)

👹 Eddie is head over heels, smitten completely, and falls deeper in love whenever you play D&D with him, and he loves how chaotic you can get, (he gets them heart-eyes); you couldn't believe you had someone like Eddie, a brave young man who understood you and made you feel alive, it's ever a dull day when Eddie's around, that's for sure, (you can't get enough of him)

---

DC Movies;

Diana Prince:

👑 You met Diana when she met Bruce, your boss? It was never really said for sure if he was your boss or not, you helped him out with paperwork, but you felt that you were more of a friend than an assistant; anyway, you met her when Bruce heard about her, (and yes, you knew that Bruce was Batsy), and you were immediately hypnotized

👑 Like why does she have to be walking around all gorgeous like? She is literally a Goddess, like what the hell... In short, you were in love, (she might as well have been aphrodite; Diana, thought you were mighty pretty too, she loves the blonde hair, (she wants to braid it), and it made her realize that she might have a thing for blondes

👑 Well, after a couple of weeks of flirting, lingering touches, and sneaky, (not really), glances, she asked you out on a cute like amusement park date; there, she won you a giant bear stuffed animal, (cause of course she can win those games), and you both shared a kiss on the ferris wheel

👑 Diana, though she knew that you could take care of yourself, always made sure that you were safe before she left to fight villains; you stayed at your shared home, reading your J.R.R. Tolkien and other fantasy books, knitting yourself a new scarf and a matching one for Diana, and even baked something new

👑 Even though Diana sometimes left to fight and save others, you always knew that she loved you, she was very expressive, and you knew she loved you since she loved hearing about your random facts when you conversed; you found her incredibly smart, talented, and felt like you were on Cloud 9 whenever she's near, ("you're whipped," Bruce had once said but that only made you smile)

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X-Men;

Charles Xavier:

🧠 You met Charles when you were sitting at a small diner, drinking some good tea and eating a small slice of cheesecake and then they walked through the door; Charles, and his friend Erik, sat across the booth with you and that's when they told you that you were a mutant, just like them

🧠 This surprised you, for one, huh? And two, who were these people, and lastly, why was the one just staring at you so intensely? All these questions had flown through your mind, and as if he had read it, Charles answered all of your questions; he was a mutant, he could read minds, you were a mutant too, and he would be willing to help train you

🧠 You thought about it for a moment, still a bit confused and slightly overwhelmed, you said yes, why wouldn't you? You got to be trained by a very handsome man who lived in a mansion; turns out that you were actually a mutant, you did feel like that was a fib, but you were one, (you could actually harness and manipulate sound and energy, levitate, create forcefields, use telekinesis, and exert major force with the energy, (the same as Vitkor from Umbrella Academy if you wanna see your powers in action))

🧠 You trained with Charles, using the violin, cello, and harp to help enhance your powers, and during this time, you grew close with Charles; Charles, as he taught you for a good couple of months, slowly fell for you, and he fell hard

🧠 By the next Spring, you both became an item, going on little walks, cooking together, reading by the fire together, and so much more; Charles is incredibly fond of how sweet and positive you are, you always brighten his day, and you feel the same, always amazed by the man before you, you both work so well together

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Weed, Beer, and 20 Questions

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Summary: You had gotten to know the Pogues through your cousin Kiara. Ever since you moved to the Outer Banks when you were in middle school, you've grown quite close with a certain blonde and confident Pogue. After a very fun kegger at the boneyard, you and JJ play a game of 20 Questions with the help of some beer and weed.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name (Mr. Carrera - Uncle Mike - is your mom's brother)

Kiara -> your cousin

Warnings:

Underage Drinking + smoking

Language

Sexual Innuendos (mentions of sex)

JJ Maybank x-reader

"Here is the plate of fried shrimp and chicken tenders you ordered," I said, "and that side of cocktail sauce." I set two plates and little dish onto the table. Delaine McAlister - a frequent customer - looked up at me and smiled thankfully. Taylor - her five year old daughter - swung her feet back in forth as she took a large bite of the chicken.

I smiled as Ms. McAlister tied the girl's curly hair away from her face. Kiara walked passed me, patting me on the shoulder before attending to another table. "I'll be right back with that extra water," I stated. I weaved through the line of tables, making my way to the kitchen.

The cooks stood behind the counters, making the food people had ordered. A variety of smells filled the air around me when I entered through, with the kitchen doors flapping behind me. I grabbed an extra glass and poured some ice water.

After making sure it was ready, I pushed the side of the door with my shoulder. "Y/N/N, how's today going?" Uncle Mike questioned. I grabbed a pink swirly straw for the little girl as well as a few extra napkins, stuffing them into the pocket of my dark green apron.

"Pretty good," I replied to my uncle's statement.

"Well, feel free to clock out early," he said, "You deserve it."

He rubbed the top of my head, messing up my hair. My uncle turned to help a family of three to a free table. Kiara smiled at a customer after they thanked her for the food. About an hour later, we had finished up our shift. Kiara and I made our way over to her parked car given that we had drove here together. The evening sun hung above a few trees right across from The Wreck.

I smiled at the sound of families laughing near the outdoor seating area. Kiara grabbed her keys from the pocket of her purse, unlocking her grey car. My wavy haired cousin opened the driver side door. I got in as well and set my backpack on the floor in front of my feet.

Kiara set her keys into the ignition before opening all of the windows to get some air flow. It was a hot and sticky Friday given the storm that had occurred early this morning. JJ and I had watched the storm come in late this morning as the sun was rising.

He insisted that the two of us observe from the chateau's dock, referring to the fact that that was the best place to watch it. I would have never guessed that the JJ Maybank would enjoying watching sunrises and or sunsets. Kiara pulled away from the parking lot once I had buckled myself in.

She glanced at me as I thought about this morning's moment with JJ. He and I had grown really close since I moved here in the sixth grade. My cousin had continued to tell me that if JJ ever hurt me, he wouldn't see the light of day. Although, she had no control if I liked him or not; which I did.

"What're you thinking about, speedy?" Kiara inquired, using the childhood nickname.

According to Kiara, I am a very fast runner which led to her calling me that adjective. It became a common nickname within our group which resulted in everyone else calling me just that. JJ abuses it which is rather annoying. "Oh, nothing," I replied. She rolled her eyes and stopped at a stop sign.

Looking both ways, Kiara turned down another street that was in the direction of my house. We lived side by side given that my parents were set on us being near one another at all times; it was the only way that they'd allow me to hangout with our friends. "You're thinking about something," Kiara said, "You always fiddle with your bracelets when you're thinking."

Sure enough, she was right. It had become a habit since I was younger. I glanced down at my fingers, noticing that they were twisted in the thread of my matching green bracelet with Sarah and Kiara. I chuckled and shook my head. "You're not thinking about JJ, are you?" questioned Kiara.

"No comment."

"Y/N/N...." Kiara trailed, shooting me a warning look. I smirked with my cheeks becoming a light shade of pink. She shook her head in disappointment or amusement, not really sure which one. "Hey, you like Pope, why can't I like JJ?" I commented. "Because Pope is Pope, and JJ is..." her sentence wandered, not bothering to finish. Kiara waited till some people crossed the street before pulling into my driveway.

She took her keys out of the ignition and we stepped out of the car. I pulled out the key to the front door, knowing that my parents were at Chapel Hill hanging out with Ward and Rose Cameron. I opened the door, stepping aside so Kiara could enter first. "You never finished your sentence," I reminded as I closed the door.

She rolled her eyes, already extending up the front stairs where my bedroom was on the left. "I didn't finish it because JJ," Kiara started. "Isn't someone to hold a relationship. I'm aware," I interrupted, "but, Kiki, I'm positive that that's not the case." My cousin plopped down on my bed, nearly launching her Rainbow sandals off her feet. I grabbed her shoes and set them on the bench across from my now messy bed.

"And why is that?" she inquired with raised brows.

"Because he's different now."

"Different how?"

I couldn't help feel my stomach do flips at the image of his sun kissed face or the way the corners of his lips turned when I spoke with him. Kiara followed me with her eyes as I rummaged through my dresser drawers, looking for a sweatshirt. "Oh my god," Kiara sat up from the bed, "You like him, don't you?" I turned to look at her, leaning against the edge of the cream colored piece of furniture.

Kie always seemed to read me like a book. I guess knowing me since we were toddlers can be used as an advantage. She groaned in annoyance, pulling her hair away from her face with a velvet blue scrunchie. "I told you not to fall for him," she pointed out.

"How could I not?" I replied, "Kie, did you really expect me to not fall for him. It's logic. If you tell someone not to do something, there's a high likelihood that they're going to do it."

A scoff escaped her lips as she rolled her eyes for the hundredth time. I slipped the sweatshirt over my head, taking out my hair that had gotten caught underneath the grey collar. "It's like - take the 'red button' situation for example. When you see a 'do not touch' button, you're gonna want to click it," I went on. I could tell that she didn't want to hear anymore, but continued to listen to my spiel.

"Are you comparing JJ to a red 'do not touch' button?"

"I guess I am," I responded, "but do you get my point?"

She finally sighed in agreement while she nodded her head. Kiara stood up from my bed, running a hand over my comforter to get rid of the wrinkles from where she once laid. "Listen, I will allow you to date him," Kiara huffed. "Allow? I'm not a-" I began. "A child, yeah, I've heard that before. But if he hurts you I swear to god," she cut my statement short.

I set a hand on her shoulder, fixing the red straps of her favorite cropped shirt that read: Shitake Happens with little red mushrooms at the top. "I understand. Don't want to mess with Mama Bear," I patted her on the head.

Kiara lunged at me. I laughed at her silly attempt to attack me. I swiftly grabbed my tote bag from the knob of my closet door, practically flying down the stairs as she raced after me.

The Twinkie had arrived by the time Kiara and I had ran out of my house. I screamed in surprise as my cousin wrapped her arms around my torso, bringing me away from Earth. 'Damn was she strong,' I thought. Kiara's hair covered my face as she twirled me around.

"Woah, woah! Don't break Speedy!" JJ shouted, peeking his head out from the backseat of John B's adored van.

My chest rose up and down as my cousin had finally let me down onto the pebbled driveway. Her arm lifted from my shoulders so I could lock the door. "God, Kiki, you almost killed me," I said, quickly locking the door before stepping down the stairs again. "I could never kill you....but if you hurt an animal, I might take it into consideration," she responded.

"Are you two done? I'd like to get the keg before they're all out," John B spoke with his arm resting on the frame. "Don't think that would ever happen, B," I replied, stepping into the Twinkie with Kiara following after. "Good evening Popesicle," I gave him a fist bump. Kiara slipped into the front seat beside John B while I sat next to JJ, across from Pope.

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(Later)

A gleeful laugh escaped my lips as JJ lazily threw an arm around my shoulders. Tourists, Pogues, and Kooks sang around the Boneyard with red Solo cups in hand. My friends and I sat in a circle, sharing certain memories that we all loved to tell even though we had heard them about a million times. Throughout this evening, we hadn't had any altercations with the Kooks which was nice.

JJ and I had stuck side by side with our hands laced or his arm around me, vice versa. Wild and protective Kiara had kept a close eye on the two of us, making sure that JJ Maybank didn't do something he'd might regret. She was someone who'd step up for her friends - or family - if needed. The light from the moon scattered about the boneyard, illuminating everyone's features.

JJ's eyes landed on the side of my sun tanned face. I looked up at him with my brows slightly furrowed. "What?" I laughed. He shrugged, stealing a kiss on my cheek before turning his attention back to John B who sat across from us. My cousin glanced at me with a small smile on her face, happy at the moment JJ and I just shared.

"Wait, John B, tell the story about how me, you and Y/N stole Mr. Y/L/N's stash," JJ mentioned, pointing at his best friend. I rolled my eyes and shook my head in amusement. Kiara side eyed me, remembering how the boy's and I almost got our asses beat by parents. "No," I grunted.

"Oh, yes," JJ replied. "Speedy, care to start?" John B joked. I sighed, finally giving in already knowing that he'd continue to pester me until I eventually agreed. JJ took his arm off my shoulders to reach across, grabbing an extra cup that someone had filled just in case.

"Okay, so, John B, JJ, and I were in the loft upstairs, watching whatever the fuck we wanted, and," I paused, "JJ..."

I glanced to the side to see him gazing at me with a smirk sitting on his face. He motioned for me to continue. "JJ had the brilliant idea to sneak into my dad's stash and get shitfaced with his whiskey collection and a bunch of other disgusting alcohol," I finished, "Then when my parents were a couple minutes away from my house. We 'quickly' filled the bottles up with apple juice or water, thinking he wouldn't notice but he did. I was grounded for a month."

Everyone laughed. "And I put quotation marks around 'quickly', because we were not being quick about it," I added, followed by everyone softly chuckling. I turned to John B with a mischievous smirk on my face. He groaned, tilting his head back when he new was I referring to.

"John B. Why don't you tell the story about how Ward almost caught you and Sarah doing it?" I retorted with a smile. JJ whipped his head to John B with his brows raised. I covered up my chuckle by taking a sip of the now warm alcohol. "Say what now?" Pope commented, leaning forwards as if he could hear our friend better. Sarah covered her face with her hands.

"Go on. We're hooked now," JJ said.

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(Later, after the kegger)

JJ and I laid side by side on the grass, staring up at the starry sky above us. We had been laying on the picnic blanket for an hour now after we had gotten back from the kegger. Everyone had settled down to do their own thing: John B and Sarah asleep in his room while Pope and Kiara watched a 90's cop movie in the living room. JJ and I passed a blunt back and forth, watching as the smoke rose in the air.

My eyes closed for a split second with the sound of crickets chirping in the background and the occasional whir from the air conditioning beside the house. We had been laying in silence just enjoying one another's company. "Hey, let's play twenty questions," JJ said. He turned to me with his elbow propping his head up. I nodded and flipped towards him in the same position. "You go first," I said.

He nodded and glanced up at the sky above us, thinking of a question to ask. JJ thought for a little bit before turning to me. "If you could be trapped on an island with anyone of our friends, who would you choose?" he asked, his hand resting on the side of his face as he sat up. I hummed as I searched my brain for an answer. From the corner of my eye, I noticed JJ's eyes watching my every move.

"Okay, um...."

"You can't pick Kiara," he interjected.

"What? Why?"

"Because she's-she's Kiara, and you're related," he said. I sighed and flipped over with my back on the blanket. JJ handed me the blunt. I took in the smoke before blowing out, watching the grey smoke glide around. "Whoever I say, you can't be offended," I pointed at him, "I'd pick Pope."

JJ sat upright from the blanket, jerking his to me with an offended look on his face. He set a hand on his chest just as he let out a hurtful gasp. "You said you wouldn't get offended," I sat up so my shoulder brushed against his. "That was until you said Pope," JJ stated, "Okay, my turn. What is one thing you can't do for the life of you?"

I fixed my position, now sitting crisscross applesauce. I shivered as our knees touched, JJ's hand finding its way to sit on my knee. I fiddled with the strings of my bracelets, deeply thinking about what is one thing that I can't do. JJ ran a hand through his mop of blonde hair. "Promise not to make fun of me?" I asked. "Of course," he replied. "I can't whistle," I said, sighing.

"What!" JJ said, acting like he was shocked.

Question by question soon led to the two of us high as kites with my head leaning against his chest, back to watching the stars that scattered the Outer Banks sky. "Okay," JJ paused to laugh, "Last question. Who is one person in the group - beside Kiara of course - would you rather have sex with?" My high self laughed at the sound of his statement, causing JJ to laugh as well.

I giggled and answered with, "You. Yeah, most definitely you." I felt JJ's head turn to me. I gazed up at him, my chin resting on his chest. Instead of responding verbally, he set a finger underneath my chin; bringing me close. A round of butterflies flew around in my stomach at the feeling of his lips on mine. It sounds cliché, but I swear I felt the pattern of sparks erupt.

JJ rested a hand on the side of my face, deepening the kiss. He slowly - taking in the kiss - flipped over so he hovered over me. Goosebumps rose to my skin as JJ's calloused hands roamed my skin. The two of us broke apart for air. He stared at me, the corners of his mouth lifting as he awed me.

"We should play 20 questions more often," JJ said before I brought my lips to his again.

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i’m too tough

fandom: the owl house

pairing: a little bit of huntlow! this isn’t a huntlow fic, though!

characters included: ler!gus, ler!willow, lee!hunter

word count: 1,434

genre: fluff! <3

warnings: none

author’s note: a little nervous about this one~! i have never written more than one ler at one time! let me know what your thoughts are hehe :3 

hunter, willow, and gus layed down on willow’s bed, their shoulders touching. willow on the left, hunter in the middle, and gus on the right.

it was cramped due to the fact that willow’s bed was not made for three people, but they are pretty close friends, so it’s alright.

they were all feeling content.

it had been a nice day.

they had all just gotten back to willow’s house after a big, busy day of goofing off together all throughout bonesborough.

all three of them greeted willow’s dads, and then made their way back to willow’s room.

now, they all laid silently, reflecting on their past few hours with wide smiles on their faces.

“that was really fun. thanks for hanging out with me, guys!” willow said, shifting her head to look at both of her friends.

the two boys murmured in agreement, confirming that they also had a wonderful time.

“you don’t have to thank us, willow!” gus said with a lighthearted chuckle. “we love hanging out with you. right, hunter?”

when the curly-haired boy said this, he poked hunter’s belly to get his attention, which… showed willow and gus a side of him that they certainly hadn’t seen yet.

he squealed, flinched roughly, and hid his face in his hands in a feeble attempt to conceal his growing embarrassment from the sound that he just made.

from under his hands, he said:

“yes, it’s very fun to hang out with you, captain…”

it’s as if he believed that his friends might not say anything about the fact that he practically just jumped out of his skin if he just acted nonchalant.

however, when hunter peeked out from behind his fingers, he saw that gus and willow were now sitting up and looking at each other; huge, mischievous grins on their faces.

“what are you guys smiling at?!” hunter huffed, removing his hands from his face and tightly crossing his arms over his chest.

he tilted his head away from his friends as they fully turned their attention towards him.

“oh, me?” willow teased. “i was just smiling at that ridiculous sound that you made. how about you, augustus?”

gus made a sound of agreement as he nodded his head.

“yup, me too. what was that about, hunt?”

hunter groaned as he buried his face into the pillow that he was resting his head on.

he held the top half of his torso in a tight hug, as if he was trying to protect his ribs and under his arms from the inevitable attack that he was going to endure.

“hmmm. i don’t think that he’s gonna budge…” gus said, rubbing his chin as if he was deep in thought.

“i think that you know what we have to do.”

willow nodded, knowing exactly what her young counterpart meant, and poked a finger into hunter’s lower ribs, which resulted in another sudden and intense jolt.

when he jumped, the blonde boy accidentally revealed his face to his friends.

entirely flushed. he was burning up from the edge of his nose to the tips of his ears.

“oh my titan, hunter! your face is so red~!”

“cut it ouuuuut!” hunter whined as he sat up, removing himself from his self-hug. he rubbed his hands over his face in an attempt to make his blush die down.

“gus, you know what you did!”

gus shrugged.

“mmmm, i don’t think i do. you might have to tell me.”

willow nodded in agreement.

“i also have no idea.”

“guys!” hunter pleaded. “i can’t say it! it’s embarrassing!”

willow dramatically sighed.

“hmm. i guess if you can’t say it, we’ll just have to figure it out ourselves~!”

this being said, willow and gus started prodding hunter’s tummy and sides. he didn’t let any laughter out; the most that could have been heard was a quiet “mmh—!”.

he immediately fell backwards onto the bed where he was previously laying down and tried to push his assailants’ hands away.

willow and gus moved with haste and, when hunter least expected it, pinned his arms above his head.

they were both, actually, really strong despite being young; hunter had no change of wriggling away.

“is this okay?” gus and willow immediately asked, putting their tickle monster personas on the back burner for a moment so they could assure that hunter was comfortable.

all hunter could muster was an impressively adamant nod. after a moment, he shakily said:

“y—you guys won’t be able to break me. i’m too tough.”

gus raised his eyebrows with a big smile and looked over at willow, who was also beaming.

“that sounds like a challenge,” gus said, wiggling his fingers on his free hand to indicate what he was about to do.

“it is a challenge!” hunter snapped.

admittedly, he sounded a lot more confident than he was feeling.

his mind (and heart) absolutely couldn’t stop racing.

thoughts like, “okay, how in the name of titan am i going to keep from laughing…?” continually invaded his mind.

in this situation, his competitive nature got the best of him. he agreed to a battle that he had no chance of winning. he absolutely wasn’t going to be able to not laugh.

he was… extremely, extremely ticklish.

embarrassingly so.

willow’s gentle, playful voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

“are you ready, hunt~?”

“your t—ohone doesn’t mahatch the gravity of this situahahation, but yehehes,” hunter growled, trying to sound serious.

however, he didn’t manage to sound stern at all. gus snuck in a poke to his upper ribs as he answered, which resulted in some slightly laughter-garbled speech.

“oop—!” gus chirped. “it looks like we already got you…”

“hehehey! that wasn’t fahahair!” hunter pouted through his giggles. “i wahahasn’t ready! let me prepare!”

after a minute of heavy breathing, hunter nodded to his two friends.

he was ready.

…however, the second his friends began, he burst into a fit of bubbly laughter and started flailing.

gus used his hand to squeeze at hunter’s right side, and willow used hers to spider under his left arm.

the reaction was so intense that both willow and gus started giggling themselves.

“jeez, hunter… if you’re so tough, how are you this ticklish~?” willow cooed.

“yeah, hunt…” gus agreed, skittering his fingers all along hunter’s tummy now. “i didn’t expect someone as strong as you to be able to be taken down by some simple tickling!”

hunter’s face was covered in a blotchy blush as he grinned.

“NOHOHOHO!” he screeched. “plehehehehease! the teasing makes it sohohoho much WOHOHOHORSE!”

gus and willow looked at each other for a moment and smirked, ceasing the movement of their fingers.

“well, do you want us to stop teasing you?” gus asked innocently, although he already knew the answer he was going to get.

hunter pursed his lips and squeezed his eyes shut. he couldn’t look at willow and hunter when he said what he was going to say.

“n—n—” he stammered, unable to get his words out.

he ended up just shaking his head, his flush now showing up on his neck.

“aww, gus, he can’t even say it!” willow giggled, taking her free hand and digging it into hunter’s ribs, which resulted in a snort.

“uhhhuhggg—!” hunter fussed in reaction to his noise. he knew that he was going to be made fun of for it; belos always did that to him. 

it made him hate it.

“oh my titan, you snort when you laugh?!” willow said through a big smile. her face was practically glowing. “that’s so cute~!”

cute…?

CUTE…?!

hunter would be lying if he said that his heart didn’t start to beat ten thousand times faster than it already was.

that made him so happy. 

he attempted to hide his face by turning his head sharply and burying it into his bicep, keeping his eyes tightly shut.

it feels nice to know that people think he’s… cute.

willow and gus continued tickling the wavy-haired boy for a while, willow’s room full of snorts, wheezes, and laughter. 

hunter had eventually become so flustered from the constant teasing that he was just wheezing, so gus and willow let go of his arms and allowed him to rest.

hunter finally opened his eyes, which were glossy from tears of mirth. 

he felt as if he had lost his voice; he was unable to speak. he was all smiles.

he pounced on willow and gus and trapped them in a big, tight group hug. 

“that was really fun. that made an already-awesome day better. thank you for being my friends. i love you guys.”

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[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

((I came up with this after watching the Smosh video a couple weeks ago. This is crack and not meant to be taken seriously.))

Felix and Pepa sat on the couch in the living room, giggling and kissing each other after coming home from a date. They assumed they were home alone, so they decided to hang out in the living room and have their private time together.

“I had so much fun, Felix! I hope to do it again sometime!” Pepa giggled as Felix moved her closer to him.

“We still have some time to have some more fun,” Felix replied as he moved closer to Pepa and began to kiss her.

The couple tasted each other’s lips as Pepa wrapped her arms around Felix’s neck and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Felix pushed Pepa on the couch as they continued to kiss each other. But before they could go any further, Bruno burst into the living room, interrupting their session and startling them.

“PEPA! FELIX! You would not believe what I just found!”

Pepa began to thunder as she got up from the couch. “I thought you weren’t going to be home until late!”

“Plans changed. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier. But I found this weird story that I need the two of you to hear. I already lost most of my brain cells reading it!”

“...And you want us to lose brain cells with you because…?”

“Because this is something you both can see the stupidity in more than I can. It’s called “I Am Sad That My Child Isn’t Dark Skinned.”

That was when Pepa and Felix’s curiosity got the best of them. They sprang up from the couch and made their way to the office with Bruno. He opened the story on the family computer for them to see, but Bruno decided to read it out loud to them as Pepa and Felix sat on the open chair next to the desk.

“Throwaway account. I know I am going to sound horrible, but I finally need to tell someone. I have been feeling like this for more than four years. I am a white man, who is married to a black woman. I always knew I would marry a black woman, because that’s the only ‘type’ of woman I am attracted to.”

Pepa and Felix looked at each other with a somewhat disgusted look on their faces. “The only type of woman they’re attracted to!?” Felix said in disbelief.

“This is only like the first sentence and it’s already off to a bad start,” Pepa added.

“Then you’re in for a treat,” Bruno said before he continued reading. “I met my beautiful, wonderful, intelligent wife. We dated for five years before getting married. I love my wife, nine years together and I am still so in love. We have a four-year-old son. When she gave birth, he was white. But aren’t all babies?”

Pepa and Felix could not help but laugh at the last sentence as Bruno paused to let them. “That’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve heard all this week!” Pepa blurted out.

“I can only imagine how stupid the rest of this post is going to be,” Felix added.

Bruno continued to read the post. “But the months passed, and his color didn’t change. Now he is four and he looks just like me. With blue eyes, blonde hair and his hair isn’t even curly or afro. He looks like a little white boy.”

“You wouldn’t be upset if we had a kid and they looked more like you than me, right, Pepi?” Felix asked after a brief pause.

“Absolutely not! Our children will be beautiful no matter which one of us they look like.”

“Even if they don’t look like either of us?” Felix joked.

Pepa gave her boyfriend a glare. “I wouldn’t push it that far.”

Bruno continued reading the story. “My wife often gets upset because people assume she is babysitting, or that she is the step-mom. I try to comfort her as much as I can. I pretend I am so happy he looks like me. But the truth is that I am gutted. When she was pregnant, I envisioned a black/brown skinned kid. I was excited to share ‘black culture’ with him. I am into things that can be classified stereotypically as ‘black’. And so is my wife.”

“The fact that he said he called that kind of stuff ‘stereotypically black’ things, I’m lost already,” Felix interrupted.

“The other day, she bought him a black doll. I asked her what the point was since he looks white. She just said to me ‘He looks white, but he isn’t and I want him to be part of my culture, his culture’,” Bruno continued reading.

“Why would you be upset because your wife bought your son a black doll!? Just because he doesn’t look black doesn’t mean you can’t buy him a black doll!” Pepa said.

“Besides, even if both of the parents were white, why would buying your child a black doll be an issue!?” Felix added.

“I have NEVER said anything to anyone, or treated him as if he wasn't my son. I love him. I wouldn’t trade him for any mixed toddler. But I still have this feeling that I wish, when I took him to his appointments, outside in the park, people would just see that he is not one hundred percent white.”

“He probably thought about trading his son at some point, though,” Pepa snarked as Felix and Bruno could not help but laugh.

“Look, I would not trade my son for a mixed toddler, but I thought about it many times in his life,” Felix said, attempting to imitate the original poster. Pepa and Bruno continued to laugh before Bruno could finish reading the story.

“My wife wants another baby, but I have been saying no, because I am scared baby number two will also be white.” 

Pepa and Felix laughed again. The fact that someone did not want to have another child because he was scared it was going to look white was enough for them and Bruno to burst into so much laughter that they felt like the entire Encanto could hear them.

“So if they do have another child and the second child ends up being white, will he actually disown them?” Felix asked as Pepa continued laughing.

“Maybe him not wanting another child is a blessing because that will mean one less child will be disowned by their parents,” Pepa replied, still laughing.

“There’s an edit to the post, so there’s more,” Bruno said before he read the edit. “Since some of you cannot understand what you are reading, this only describes my feelings, NOT my wife’s feelings. She and her family have no problem with our son’s skin/hair color. Her labor was so awful, that she is just happy she is just doing fine, and is there for her son. Yes she gets upset at the strangers’ comments. You’d be surprised how many strangers open their mouths like ‘did they give you the wrong kid… take a DNA test… check if there was a black kid born that day… where’s the mom… ma’am I need to see an ID to check if this is really your son… Hey, kiddo, do you know this woman’ etc. etc. Even my own family ‘Oh he had the good genes’. Of course she is going to be hurt. But she never ever expressed or showed any resentments. I am only talking about myself. I have never discussed this issue with my wife. Because I am afraid she would leave me or at least be super upset and mad at me.”

“She should leave him,” Pepa said.

“Everything about that post just screamed ‘fetishize’ to me. I lost at least five brain cells just from you reading that to me,” Felix added.

“I’m sorry, chicos, but I found this so funny and wrong that I had to share it with you,” Bruno replied.

“Felix, didn’t you date someone when we were in high school that thought the exact same way?” Pepa asked.

“I did. I remember her saying that I was ‘physically her type’ and I knew exactly what she meant. She only dated black men prior and even after we dated. It was one of the weirdest dating experiences I ever had.”

“I probably would have been just as annoyed, if not more, if I was in the same situation. I don’t understand how anyone could have that mindset.”

“I actually want to read some of the comments now.”

“I can read some of them for you,” Bruno said before he began reading. “It’s so funny how he wanted to experience blackness through his son. He has a black fetish, married a black woman, has a biracial son but is disappointed his appearance might not give him access to some aspects of blackness and by extension neither can he. What a world!”

“That is true!” said Pepa.

“I’m just still caught on the fact that he wants to share ‘black culture’ with his son but he didn’t want his wife to buy him a black doll because it didn’t look like him,” Felix added.

“Another comment says ‘I wonder if his wife knows about his fetishization of her skin color’,” Bruno read from the post. “And there’s a response to it that says ‘Extremely doubtful, as he mentioned he didn’t tell his wife his feelings about his child’.”

“I’m actually scared his wife is going to find out from this post,” Felix commented.

“I’m even more scared that his child is going to find this post when he grows up and ask his dad if he never loved him,” Pepa added.

“There is a high chance that’s going to happen. Everybody can find everything from everyone these days,” Bruno mentioned.

“And that’s exactly why I’m terrified for this child when he’s older.”

“Can we read one more comment before we go upstairs?” Felix asked.

“Okay; here’s one more that I feel like would hit Pepa pretty hard,” Bruno answered before he began to read the comment. “What he isn’t getting is that the child is mixed, regardless of what his skin color is. He has just as much chance of passing on his mother’s genes when he has kids, as he does his father’s. I remember this one Maury episode, the father didn’t believe the child was his, because the baby was ‘white’, both parents were ‘black’. The child was his. Genetics are interesting and something that has been recessive for generations, can pop up.”

Pepa could not help but pause at that comment. So many things were going on in her head that she did not know what to say next. All she could think about was all those times people asked if she was adopted or comments wondering if Alma cheated on Pedro which was why Pepa was ginger. It took a while for her to put her thoughts together, but she then was able to talk after organizing them.

“This did hit me as much as you said, Bruno. I’ll never forget about when we were children and all the other kids in our class would make comments about how I wasn’t actually your or Julieta’s sister because I didn’t have the same skin tone or hair color as you guys.”

“And Julieta would be the one to constantly tell them that we’re triplets and came out of the same womb?”

“Exactly. And how people would assume we had a different father because of that since I looked like neither mama nor papa.”

“Those guys were absolute cabrons. Genetics really are interesting, like the commenter said, and you looking the way you do can be a combination of so many genetics from your family,” Felix added.

“That reminds me of that time when we were teenagers when you asked mama about papa and why you didn’t look like either of them while Julieta and I did, and mama showed a whole photo album of our family tree and it showed several great-grandparents that looked just like you,” Bruno explained.

“It did make me realize that I really was a Madrigal, and mama showed a couple of pictures of her when she was younger, and how I had a similar smile, nose shape, and face shape to her and papi’s eye shape.”

Felix grabbed Pepa’s arm and signaled Bruno to let them know they were going upstairs. Bruno gave them the thumbs up and Pepa and Felix made their way to her room as Bruno sat back down to read more weird internet stories.

#encanto #disney #disney's encanto #encanto fanfic #encanto fanfiction #crack fic #pepa madrigal #felix madrigal #bruno madrigal #modern au #crack fanfiction #crack fanfic #encanto modern au #tw anti blackness #tw black fetishization #la familia madrigal #reddit stories

[abarbaricyalp]

Fuck it Friday

Thanks @burnthatbridge for the tag! I've got a wip that I've been dying to talk about (mostly to motivate me to finish it)

The park wasn't officially open yet, which meant much of Buck's job was giving tours to people who couldn't care less about the animals. Rather than the wealth of fun facts and trivia he'd been hired to spout off, he had to field questions like "What are the dining and snack options and price range?" (I'm not sure, you'll have to ask hospitality. I don't think the menu is set.) "What are the return investments looking like already with these pre-tours?" (I wouldn't know. Did you know that stegosaurus--) "How expensive is this loam? Can't we use something else?" (We should be using something else. This isn't the right composition.)

So when he was gearing up for yet another afternoon of missing all the sights in favor of trying to work out 'would there be a hotel on the property?' (No, it was a habitat, not Disney) he was not in the best mood possible. Not until the lobby doors opened and an actual kid walked through them. Buck extricated himself from the group of boring adults in boring suits so quickly he almost tripped over his feet.

"Hey, buddy!" he greeted with a wide grin. "What brings you out today?"

The kid was probably ten or eleven, with curly dark blonde hair and red glasses that Buck was a little endeared by. He walked with brace crutches that matched his glasses and was wearing the cutest pair of little kid cargo pants and hiking boots.

"You know those make-a-wish things?" he asked and waited for Buck to nod. "Do you know they have some for non-terminal kids?"

"Chris!" the man behind the boy groaned.

"What?! It's true!" Chris insisted.

Buck grinned at him and then looked up at his guardian, which was a mistake because the man was so gorgeous, Buck kind of hated him on principle. He refocused his attention on the kid.

"Well, I've gotta tell you, you're kind of making my wish come true too. I've been waiting for another expert to help me with all these newbies." He gestured to the rest of the group who were undoubtedly discussing stocks or something.

Chris beamed at him and the man behind him ruffled his hair. "He's definitely an expert," he agreed. "I don't know why we came. He knows everything already."

"No, I don't!" Chris argued. "And that's not the point. You can see them here."

Buck grinned and nodded. "You sure can, kid. Welcome to Jurassic Park."

Open tag for anyone with anything they want to share!

#911 fox #evan buckley #eddie diaz #christopher diaz #buddie #buddie fic #writing