#highly concentrated amount of. good stuff here

[kafkaguy]

many things happening in this clip (x.)

#davy speaking very earnestly. mike and peter unable to hold back a stupid line or two. mike then being unable to hold back on being a bitch #his smile at peter. his smile at the end. micky giggling. davy No Reaction. #the way peter is a level lower than them keeping a watchful eye on the cameras and the rest of the room. #highly concentrated amount of. good stuff here #the monkees #vid #op #archive

[arthyritis]

A Wonderful World (Welcome Home/Puppet Friends AU) - Chapter Seven

"Just a little lower!" Sweetie instructed Ren, who was lowering Yay into the waste paper basket by a scarf wrapped around their middle. Ren followed her words, lowering Yay until their arms could reach the papers and mess them around.

"I don't see anything, Sweetie," they said, their face morphing into a frown through the mesh of the basket. "Phoebe's writings, some missing poster drafts, a page of old homework. No Pip."

"Please. Look closer," Sweetie begged, pressing her nose to the outside of the basket. The mesh was so tight it was impossible to see anything specific.

Zero stood next to her, their hand on her back rubbing gentle circles. Besides Pip and Phoebe, Zero was Sweetie's next best friend; they were everyone's best friend. They took care of everyone in special ways. Their bigger body was perfect for cuddles, shade, and more. But their best quality was how comforting and soft they were with just their body language. Sweetie smiled at them.

"OH! I think I do see something, actually!" Yay exclaimed, twisting in the makeshift harness. Ren dropped them just a little bit lower and their hand grabbed something. "Pull me up, Ren!"

The pig puppet did as asked again, pulling Yay the entire journey up to the desk with ease. She sat down and untied the scarf, trying to see what Yay was holding, and her eyes widened when she did.

A small piece of purple plastic, as small as a broken pencil lead. Ren didn't like the look of that, but was distracted as Sweetie climbed up the wall of pegs to the desk, stumbling dizzily for a moment before crawling the rest of the way over to them.

"What is it? What is it!"

Phoebe turned over on her bed to watch, too. She was highly confused, the explanation Sweetie had given her highly condensed to just the bare details, but her interest was piqued by the shouts nonetheless. The puppets were all shielding whatever Yay had found, so, as quick as she could, she got back into her wheelchair and went over to the desk, helping Zero up along the way. "What did you find?" she asked sleepily.

Yay held their hand out, and Phoebe's brow scrunched in concentration. "That's..."

"A piece of Pip's hearing aid. He did fall into the basket. But where did he go from there?"

,

"So, Wally told me you're coming to the picnic this weekend, Pip," Eddie spoke, covering his mouth politely as he chewed.

He was almost finished with his second plate of macaroni and cheese, while Pip had eaten one and put the plate in the sink already. Julie was fighting herself on whether to go back for thirds or save the leftovers for later.

"Oh, yeah, I am." Pip smiled easily. "Arts and crafts and food. It sounds like fun."

"And games!" Julie shouted enthusiastically, ultimately losing the battle with herself and scooping just a little bit more food on her plate. She really liked her own cooking, though admitted she wasn't as good as Poppy's baked goods. "I help set up the games and stuff every time. New games, known games, even some really cool games from other places! Oh boy, remember last year that game we played with the water balloons?"

"When Frank got one right to the face?" Eddie shuddered. "Yeah, one thing I'll never forget is their reaction." His southern accent was deep as he talked, and Pip admired it somewhat. All of the neighbours here were so unique but at the same time...

Eddie reminded him of Yay, with their shared clumsiness and ability to chat and chat and chat, and Julie reminded him of Sweetie, both sweet as a button with seemingly unlimited amounts of energy to boot. They made him miss sitting at home and having tea parties or drawing with the two smaller puppets, but it didn't feel as bad, anymore.

"Speaking of the picnic, I've wanted to ask ya somethin', Pip." The little button eyed puppet looked over at him, but Eddie couldn't hold contact, standing to take his plate to the sink. "I was wondering if you'd wanna help out with anything. Making a banner or placemats, maybe? You're an artist, right? I saw the little doodles outside; they weren't just Julie's."

Pip flushed, nodding even though Eddie couldn't see. "I draw, occasionally. I'd love to help out."

Julie finished her plate in record time, smacking her hands on the table in her excitement. "I can help after I'm done the games list!"

"Sounds good!" Eddie said, clapping his hands. "Well, I've got to head out of town for the rest of the day, but I'll be back tomorrow. Maybe you two want to draw up some designs for that banner, or soemthin'?"

"Sure, Eddie."

"Have a good trip, don't fall!" Julie laughed, and Eddie laughed with her, tipping his hat politely. "Bye, Eddie!"

"Bye, you two!" And he was out the door.

,

Julie and Pip got to work on some more drawings after Julie had found some loose papers to draw on.

It was getting a little late, not quite dinnertime, when there was a knock on the door and Julie went to open it. Pip sighed, assuming it was the same puppet who'd apparently taken it upon himself to collect Pip almost every day, but then it heard a different voice and softened.

"Hello, Julie. Eddie told me Pip was here. I need to talk to him."

"Oh, hi, Frank! It is!" The door closed. "We're just drawing, if you want to join."

Frank walked around the corner into the living room, their frown replaced by an almost straight, disinterested look. They were wearing a tan coat and hat and held a net and empty container. "I don't have time for that right now. Can I talk to Pip alone please?"

Julie nodded and skipped to the kitchen while Frank set down his bug-hunting supplies and stood in front of Pip, who was watching with interest and a bit of concern.

"What's the matter, Frank?" it asked, pushing the drawing it was working on away.

It had doodled various butterflies and filled the page, but didn't feel like colouring them.

Frank sat down in a nearby armchair, pinching his nose and looking mighty tired. "You'll have to forgive me if I leave out any details; it's been a long day. But... I heard Wally and Barnaby talking earlier and thought you might find the information beneficial."

That's where Pip noticed how ragged Frank looked. His coat was buttoned up the wrong way, and his hair was pushed up under his hat messily.

He'd rushed over here just to tell Pip this information, whatever it was. Pip found that sweet.

"That doesn't sound good. Why did Julie have to leave?" Pip asked, looking toward the kitchen vaguely.

"Because I assume you haven't told them about any of this stuff with you, and I cannot handle their energy and questions right now." Still pinching their nose, Frank took a deep breath. "Wally was telling Barnaby about your chat this morning. About telling you why you're here. It's not true. Not completely, anyway."

Pip's ears rang and it stared in silence until they stopped. Odd. That had only happened this morning when it'd left the tap running.

"I had my doubts it was the full truth," it admitted, blinking to clear its head. "Did he say the actual reason?" It already wasn't that hopeful, but the twisting shake of Frank's head doused any hope it may have had.

"I think he knew I was listening."

"Oh... is that bad?"

"Well, he's not dangerous or anything, but it's not good, either." Frank left it at that. "Now, about the picnic Eddie's hosting. It'll be in Home's backyard, that's where we host all our events, just given the nature of the house. It's alive, it likes to be included."

"That makes sense, I guess," Pip mumbled, brow furrowed. "Why are you bringing this up, suddenly?"

"Because it might give us a chance to investigate." Frank's frown shifted up into a small smile.

Pip didn't peg him as a mischievous type if it was being honest, and it was just another reminder of his own friends. Ren was responsible, but ultimately she really enjoyed a bit of trickery every now and again.

The button-eyed puppet nodded, smiling, too. "Okay... but wouldn't it be good to have some help? I think Julie would be perfect for this."

Frank's hand rose to their hat, adjusting it as they peered toward the kitchen. "You're right, she'd love in on this, but as much as I love having another Lepidoptera lover in the neighbourhood, this isn't where you belong, and she wouldn't understand that. It should be our secret, at least for now."

Pip couldn't help but agree with that logic.

,

They said their goodbyes, and after a couple more drawings it was time for Pip to return to his house; another knock on the door signified that, Wally standing there with his hands tucked behind his back, his little black shoe tapping the ground. He stared straight into Pip's soul.

"Ready to go?"

"Bye, Julie!" Pip said with a wave, the pink puppet waving back enthusiastically with a drawn-out, "Byeeeee!"

Wally walked alongside Pip in silence, and Pip noticed that ringing again. He stopped in his steps, watching Wally walk a few more ahead before he realised they weren't together anymore.

"What's wrong, neighbour?" His voice sounded muffled, further away than he was, and almost completely overtaken by the ringing now. "Puppet?"

All at once he pulled himself back to the present. His head felt light and he was dizzy. Maybe that fall his first day was just now hitting him. Did he have a concussion? Should he see Poppy?

Wally's voice called him back again and he started walking to catch up.

"M'fine," he said, passing by and hoping Wally couldn't tell otherwise, the smart guy he played.

"If you say so, neighbour," Wally shrugged, falling back into step beside him. "So, how was drawing with Julie? She's my favourite artist in the neighbourhood, other than myself. It's why she decorated so much of your house."

Pip glanced up at Wally sideways. Part of that was news to him. "You draw?"

"I paint," Wally nodded. "Still-life portraits, things for my neighbours. But my favourite thing to paint is apples, with all of their intricate details and blemishes. They're very interesting if you look at them long enough." Pip couldn't hold in a laugh, and Wally looked surprised. "What? It's true."

"It is true, that's why I'm laughing. Phoebe has said the same thing about her drawings for art class. Though, she was a bit more sarcastic about it, you sound genuine in your love of apples."

"I am very genuine about my love of apples. They're a lifeblood." Wally's eyes were wide as he explained. "There are apple trees all around Home. One might think it's because I planted them, but they've been here a very long time, and they're important to the neighbourhood's maintenance."

This felt weird, Wally being so talkative. But then again, Pip was chatting its heart away back. Maybe this was just how Wally was like with his neighbours once they got used to being here...

Was it used to being here? This day seemed to be proving that all too quickly.

"Something on your mind?" Wally asked, but Pip just pressed its lips together and shook its head. Wally pointed to the house they were at, and Pip hadn't realised they were here already. "Good night, Pip."

"Night, Wally." Pip walked into its house and closed the door with a smile.

It made a quick dinner of pasta and sauce and then got ready for the night, walking around its bedroom and grabbing pyjamas after realising it'd been wearing the same clothes for three days and that probably wasn't normal here like it was at home. Everyone else seemed to change every time he saw them, at least, but no one had pointed it out.

The pyjamas were light blue with clouds, and actually a little bit big, but it found it liked that as it held them in front of itself in the mirror. It then took off its yellow and white shirt carefully. It hadn't seen itself like this in a long time...

The scars on its chest showed to it first and it held its breath. They weren't battle scars like its friends, not in the traditional sense, anyway, but it didn't like to dwell. It pulled the shirt up the rest of the way, revealing the heart patch also on its chest, but more upper middle than down by its ribs where the scars were.

He buttoned the short-sleeved shirt onto himself quickly, then pulled on the shorts and tied them at the waist. They were soft and comfortable, and he smiled again.

What possessed him afterwards, he didn't know, but he put the receiver of the phone back onto the base before he hopped into bed, then took his hearing aids off to lay more comfortably against the pillow. The world was immediately silenced, and he was already asleep by the time the phone rang with Wally saying good night a second time.

#welcome home fanfic #Puppet Friends #grey does writing

[nyaagolor]

I feel like it’s about time I actually sit down and give a real explanation of fluffyverse instead of just random out of context art lol, especially since it's kinda morphed into my own interpretation of gijinkaverse canon

Basic gist of it is that the Kirbyverse is a universe that doesn't obey any of the classical or modern laws of physics. It's more like "what if the alchemists were sorta right" in the sense that the four matter types (kirbyverse equivalent of the four humours) actually do make up every living thing and an imbalance of them causes Issues. Also vitalism is a thing-- soul matter is basically lifeforce

Quick summary is that Heart is positive emotions, Dark is negative ones, Soul is life/physicality, and Dream is metaphysical/beyond living. It's occasionally possible to transcend and become a pure matter type, but for all its unstoppable power it's also highly unstable. Void is pure Soul, Zero is pure Dark, Elfilis is pure Dream, and maaaaaaaybe Galacta is pure Heart? I haven't decided yet we'll see (Kirby is so powerful bc they’re all four in ~perfect harmony~!)

anyway, magic is a thing that uses the power and energy inherent in your soul, but how that magic actually works I have not actually figured out yet. Anyone is capable of magic (tho how good they are at it and how much they can handle varies wildly), but it does destabilize your physical form. Because you're messing with the very constituents of your soul, it usually causes physical changes. It's kinda like how muscles tear and heal bigger to accommodate the pressures they're under and stuff-- the body physically mutates to be able to handle larger and larger amounts of magic. These mutations almost exclusively take the shape of animal features. The type of animal depends on the person and the magic they're using, whatever best adjusts the body to the high concentrations of magic. You can take the traits of multiple animals / become a chimera if you use a ton of different types of magic all the time, which is what happened to Hyness! The in-universe reason the magic causes animal traits is that there is no reason and the meta-reason is because I like drawing it :)

Magic mutation chart (aka the furry corruption pipeline) ^^

Once people reach a comfortable level of magic use, the corruption more or less stops. Also, super heavy magical corruption looks like one of two things: either really advanced animalistic traits (hyness) or just starting to melt / becoming really goopy (magolor). There's only a really small handful of people who don't look human / have really extensive and debilitating mutations / reach that 80%+ mark, and those are people who knowingly pushed their magic FAR beyond a healthy or reasonable limit (it's kinda just Sectonia, Magolor/Dark Matter as well as Hyness and a few other Ancients, but friend hearts can reverse a lot of the damage). Once you go too far past the 80% range, you’ll start to have mental corruption too

Here’s a little timeline of how the mages corruption progressed over time / during star allies as they messed around with a ton of super potent void magic to illustrate how a person can change over time (they got put back to the third stage by the friend heart :) ) also, ignore the text on the top of the images that’s outdated ^^

Last thing is that while physical mutation can happen as a result of using magic (this happened with Hyness) it can also result from having one or more magical parents, especially if one used magic while pregnant (happened with Susie, who doesn't use magic but is still very far along the mutation timeline because she inherited magical corruption from her mom). Then you have Meta Knight and the mages who were made / revived through magical means and were mutated that way.

#mod vex #headcanons #fluffyverse #gonna keep using the tag for blacklist reasons in case people are annoyed with my designs (I know some are so I'll stick with this) #vex art

[r-anela]

Old Picture of us

This is a story that is very personal to me, I wrote it because of my own emotions and it is based on my personal experiences. If any of you would like to proofread or give your opinion, please always feel free to contact me. This story is my hearts project and the reason why I created this blog. there is not much of Eddie in this part yet, but I felt it was important to start here

summary: Eddie was your first love and your first boyfriend. You we're classmates after you moved to Hawkins and while you tried to concentrate on school you fell in love. You we're inseparable did everything together and had the same friends, but all not in a tacky way. Even after you graduated and Eddie stayed behind in school. But the Year of 1988 would change everything in your life drastically. And so it comes that one day you sit on your bedroom floor with an old picture of you and think about him. You don't know we're he is and what is going on in his life, after 1988 you lost touch after a few months. You have seen him on the front of the rolling stone magazine a few Times, but it had still hurt to much for you to read the interviews. Know you could curse yourself, because you still liked him in a way. Sitting on the bedroom floor you thought about everything that happened and if he thought about you sometimes. Maybe one day you two will meet again.

pairing: fem!reader x Eddie Munson

warning: mental damage later deppresion, swearing,smoking, drugs, alcohol

word count: 1.7k

Likes, comments and reblogs are always highly appreciated. 

Part 2 here

Part 3 here

Please note that english is not my native language

It's Summer of 1994, you are about to pack all your belongings in boxes and ship them across the country.

Your moving to Los Angeles, to pursue your promotion to be the junior director in the company's head office .

You decide to start with the little storage cabinet in the hallway to the bedroom, because most of the stuff there is old junk you took with you through all the other moves. So you decide that now is the time to get rid of it.

When you open the door to the brim filled cabinet, you can smell the camphor sent of mothballs, the sweet and musty old papers and a lot of the tingly dry scent from the dust. You only have been here for two years, how is it there so dusty and grimy , you think to yourself.

The first things you see are our old winter jacket, the heavy knit sweaters and your heavy worn black leather coat. These are the only thing that have seen the light of day in the last two years. Behind that, you see old moving boxes covered in a thin an even coat of dust. You can only guess what in some of them are, from what is written on the boxes. But there is an equally amount of boxes we're you have no clue.

So you decide that the best Idea is to sort through the ones with a label first, because it will go the fastest.

After two hours you're sit between 5 empty boxes and two filled garbage bags, next to you a pile of the stuff you want to keep of nostalgic reasons.

But since you are about to move, you grab one of the empty boxes and big felt marker and pack it all up again.

On top lays your childhood teddy, " Good night Mr Snuffels, we will see us again in LA" you say and tape the box shut.

Now to all the stuff we're you have literally no clue what it could be.

The first box is filled with a heavy knitted blanket, that's were the pungent smell from mothballs is evaporation from. It's in great condition, but your unsure if it's useful in the California weather.

That's for your future self to decide, first you want an overview of the osthert stuff that's there.

A few boxes later, you only have found junk, old rags and other cleaning stuff we're you have thought it could be useful, some math and biology books from school and a lot of old magazines.

All of it scattered across the hallway.

You sigh, how could you make such a mess with such few items. But it's only one small box left, so you decide to clean up after everything is sorted.

When you grab the box, it's much lighter than you thought, there couldn't be that much in it.

When you opened the box, you saw a small beige photo book, written on it was ' Hawkins '.

Your heart dropped, you forgot about one of your photo books, usually they were one of your most prized possessions.

You didn't know yet, but soon you will remember why it was tucked away.

Under the photo album were a handful of pictures, all taken with your old camera. As this was the last box you decided to take it into the bedroom to look at the pictures. You climbed over all the scattered magazines and other junk lying in the hallway, and were reminded again of all the things you still have to do before you can move to Los Angeles. But that can wait for a little while, you thought, now you just want to cherish the past and look at the pictures.

You pushed open the door to the bedroom with your hip, the light coming in through the window was dim and orange, the sun was already setting, dust danced in the light, everything looked cosy and homely. A feeling of sadness rose in you, firstly because you had been sitting in the hallway longer than you thought and there was still so much to do and secondly because you had to pack it all up, your home, your past and start again in LA.

You knew some people in LA, from work. Dustin and Suzie are also closer, because they work in Silicon Valley. But everyone else is further away. So you have to make new friends.

Speaking of Dustin and Suzie, you're looking forward to their wedding in autumn. You'll see all your friends there, too. At that moment you remembered the box in your hand, the pictures of the old times were just what you needed.

The covers on your bed gave way when you sat on them, and the frame creaked a little. It was an old bed you had found in a second hand shop.

With the box on your lap, you lean towards your bedside table to turn on the lamp on it, which spreads a pleasant, warm light.

You took the loose pictures in your hand, they were from very different times. The first was of a grey cat running past a white garden fence, behind which roses were in bloom. Written on the back was "Hawkins 1981, first day here, the neighbour's cat Lili".

 1981 was the year you moved with your parents from Richmond to Hawkings, your father had been offered a new job. You were mad and sad because it meant you would have to leave all your friends behind and start high school without any friends.

It was hard for you to make friends already, you were shy and a little nerdy. You enjoyed learning, you always did well in school, never got into trouble and were the pride of your parents. But you always felt a little out of place and not being understood. You sometimes wished you could escape into the world of your books. A world full of fantasy, magic and the extraordinary. Worlds in which elves, dwarves and other magical and fantastic creatures lived, loved and fought with each other alongside humans.

But there was nothing you could do about it, you moved to Hawkings, and to lift your spirits your parents gave you a camera and films in the hope that you would be able to photograph your new friends.

But your first pictures were of the new house and the neighbour's cat. 

The next pictures were unspectacular and only brought back a few memories, your parents and siblings on holiday in Florida, the Christmas tree, your dog Lucy, which your parents had brought home in 1984.

After looking through the loose pictures, you moved on to the photo book. The small beige book was labelled "Hawkins", but nothing else indicated its contents. However, slowly your memories came back. This was the photo book you used to record your first year in Hawkins. A feeling rose in your stomach, but you didn't know what it was, it wasn't exactly sadness, anger, discomfort or joy, but rather a mixture of all the emotions you had ever felt. 

You used this photo book like a diary, you wrote a little text for each picture, or sometimes a little poem or a sketch. This book was only meant for you, for your memories.

The first pictures were from the first few weeks in Hawkins, you moved right at the beginning of the summer. So you and your siblings had the whole summer to make friends in Hawkins.

On the first page was the new house, a light blue suburban house like so many towns have. "So this is my new home, I'm curious about the future" was written next to it.

You remember taking the picture, you had just arrived a few hours ago. All the boxes were in the house and your mother was setting up the kitchen so she could cook dinner soon. 

You went outside with your siblings to see if there were any kids your age and to say hello to the neighbors.

Before you left you took the picture. 

Unfortunately, you didn't find any neighbor children that evening, but the nice elderly lady three houses away told you that the day after tomorrow her grandchildren would be with her for a short while, they were your age. However, she also said that only a few children live here in the street and they are still very young. 

But she said that you should try it in the shopping mile or on the skate park. 

Therefore, the next picture was one of the main street of Hawkins, where all the stores were located. 

Next to it was written, today we were shopping, there is a great bookstore here. Maybe I'll find some friends in here. 

You flipped over the next few pages, remembering that not much happened all summer. You met the grandchildren of the neighbor, they were also very nice, but stayed only two weeks. You also took a picture of them, but next to it you only wrote how nice the time was, now you wish you had added their names or even their address. 

The next picture was of you and your siblings on the first day of school at Hawkins, your siblings were younger than you so they were still in middle school. You were wearing your favorite outfit. A black and purple striped blouse and dark blue jeans, your hair was braided and you were wearing your new boots. Your backpack was open next to you, with your copy of The Fellowship of the Ring peeking out. Back then, you took it to school every day to read during lunch and for good luck. 

As you turned to the next page, a picture fell out of the photo book; it must not have been glued on very securely. 

The picture was lying upside down on the carpet in front of your bed, when you looked at it like this, a feeling of insecurity came over you. You didn't know why, but this picture made you uncomfortable. 

Nevertheless, you picked it up and looked at it.

A young man smiled at you, he had dark brown curls and chocolate brown eyes, these eyes looked directly into your soul. You looked into the eyes of 16-year-old Eddie Munson.  Your heart turned to ice. 

#eddie munson fiction #eddie munson #stranger things #eddie x reader #stranger things fic #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson × reader #stranger things fanfiction #reader x eddie munson #eddie × fem!reader #fem!reader #rockstar eddie munson #rockstar!eddie

[supernovacat]

Bruh finally exterminated all 100000000000 (probably like 1000) fruit flies that spawned in my dorm room because I didn't realize I didn't empty the covered trash can.

And NOW all of the bug spray, vinegar, and diluted nail polish remover, is triggering my allergies!! I didn't notice at first because it was like -22 f with wind chill here so I thought I was just cold. But now it's barely freezing and I'm overheating with my window open, and my nose hasn't stopped running for 8 hours!! I mean there's only like half a dozen left so I think I did I good job but it still sucks, also everything is sticky, but only a little bit so when you touch something that isn't you just Despawn from existence. I took like 4 hours of work and then waiting 3 days after spraying a bunch of stuff and voila.

For reference I now I have a fruit fly extermination tier list:

1. Some kind of rubbing alcohol, diluted at least 1:3

Pro: works fast, depending on strength not as hazardous, leaves minimal residue

Neutral: targeted, if target is in small space a higher concentration can be very effective, as it's the fumes that kill. (Also applies to you) evaporates quickly.

Cons: effective for comparably very short amount of time, would highly recommend both a mask and goggles, though mask is more important as the amount of fumes required to irritate breathing is less in my experience. Can cause iritation to everything, everything I dry.

"Non-sticky" bug spray:

Pro: lasts forever, can smell good, works effectively, can be washed off, good for long term.

Neutral: less likely to damage things, stays forever

Cons: sticky lies, tastes awful, smells bad, STICKY STICKY STICKY, HATE

Vinegar spray:

Pros? Smell good? Disinfect, drowning spray

Neutral: pickle

Cons: sticky, strong smelling, stains if not properly cleaned.

Also daily reminder to never mix ammonia an bleach, that's mustard gas. (Vinegar is usually made of an ammonia base) also bleach is very bad for breathing anyway.

[astralarchilocus]

I said I was going to do it today, so here’s the first batch of avian chimera infodumping stuff!

Avian chimeras (and most other winged or otherwise hexapodal ones) have two sets of scapulae! The first, normal pair is a fair bit smaller in them in order to accommodate the second pair.

In order to properly take off at their sizes, avian chimera have very large wingspans relative to body size (well over three times their armspan and around 20-25 feet across even in the shorter winged ones), and the wings themselves have extremely powerful and very well developed muscles even in chimeras that predominantly use gliding or soaring flight (although like bats, all the wing power isn’t concentrated in the chest). Even so, powerful wing muscles alone aren’t enough, and they also possess ludicrously powerful hind limbs, with both highly developed leg musculature with a sizeable amount of fast twitch muscle fibres and specialized and resilient elastic energy storing tendons in their hind legs, akin to those possessed by galagos. These make avian chimeras very fast runners and capable of inflicting a extremely nasty kick, but most importantly, it allows them to be ludicrously good jumpers, well capable of leaping well over four times their body length in a single bound.

As the large amounts of energy and accordingly high metabolic rates required for flight require a lot of oxygen to maintain, avian chimera respiratory systems have developed some very unique and bizarre adaptations to make their respiration as efficient as remotely possible, and are very weird as such. Like birds, they have postcranial air sacs connected to their respiratory system, which are located both near and inside their wings and their supporting secondary set of scapulae. These attach to the respiratory system via the bronchi (atm, might change their position depending on anatomical reasonableness here) and grant avian chimeras what is effectively a mix of bird and mammal respiration with unidirectional airflow. In their breathing cycle, additional oxygenated air that is initially inhaled is sucked and cycled into the air sac system and then pushed back into the main lungs during exhalation, allowing gas exchange to occur a second time. In many avian chimeras, subcutaneous air sacs akin to those possessed by screamers are also present to varying degrees, usually being most concentrated in the upper back and wing area, although in some they extend throughout much of the body’s epidermis, even the digits (Ari is an example of this condition). These help in further improving respiratory efficiency, reducing weight, and can act as a sort of biological bubblewrap to cushion against impacts in some chimeras (much like those possessed by gannets).

While capable of doing bipedal launches, avian chimeras generally prefer to do quadrupedal ones, in a loosely similar fashion to pterosaurs. These involve the chimera crouching down onto all fours, spreading their arms to stabilize themselves, pushing off with the legs while spreading their wings. and then tucking in their arms for streamlining as the process of powered flight starts. When landing at higher speeds, they’ll also often do it quadrupedally for better stability and to more evenly distribute the impact from landings.

Because they’re large volant animals, avian chimeras are capable of covering a lot of ground very quickly, and this expectedly makes them very fast fliers even when moving at cruising speeds. Ari, Kori, and Jei are all more then capable of exceeding 150 kilometres per hour during horizontal flights at full tilt, and Ari and Jei are both capable of nearing or even outright surpassing peregrine speeds (in different ways, Jei does so via slotted wings and jet propulsion, Ari does so by just having frankly ridiculous wing morphology). However, these ludicrously high speeds are very energetically and physiologically taxing for avian chimeras to sustain, and so they’re usually reserved for situations when they’re legitimately needed (like dogfights or other such aerial battles).

The combination of powerful leaping abilities, grasping feet with ankles that can rotate 180 degrees like those of squirrels and some monkeys, and wings that can also be used to assist in climbing and leaping alongside their use in powered flight make avian chimeras very swift and agile climbers. They primarily use vertical clinging and leaping and wing assisted incline running in arboreal locomotion (alongside more normal climbing), but suspensory behaviour, proper brachiation, and gliding are all equally important parts of their climbing repertoire.

Chimeras have a diverse array of maintenance behaviours, and expectedly, avian chimeras spend a great deal of time preening their plumage and performing other maintenance behaviours (like dust baths) to properly maintain their plumage. To make this more efficient, a wide variety of combs and other such tools specialized to help in this have been created. However, even with these, reaching some spots on your own is difficult, and preening is most efficient when done socially. As such mutual preening or allopreening is an important part of chimera society, and has basically come to fill a similar role to allogrooming in other primates. It often helps in establishing or strengthening friendships and reducing stress, and as it isn’t exclusive to avian chimeras (near anyone can help them preen their plumage, even if they aren’t other humans), it’s something that can really help in tying people together that much more effectively.

Avian chimera plumage isn’t limited to the wings and pygostyle alone (as shown quite clearly in Kori’s design description), and in all avian chimeras, the plumage also extends to most of their upper back and the base of their neck. The covering of feathers on the rest of the body is highly variable in regards to its extent. As the plumage is important to avian chimera body language, clothing for avian chimeras often leaves this plumage exposed in some way so it can be used for communication, similarly to how said clothing also has sleeves or other such accommodations for their wings.

Avian chimeras also have some weirdness going on with their eyes. Like most chimeras, they have a redeveloped tapetum lucidum (probably most structurally similar to those seen in strepsirrhines, but there’s a lot of individual variation) and the accompanying good night vision), and (albeit a bit WIP and not something I’m fully decisive on), thanks to the unusual development of a fourth cone type, are capable of seeing into the ultraviolet wavelength range and are tetrachromats like birds and most other non mammalian vertebrates. Additionally, they have a redeveloped nictitating membrane, and have full conscious control over it. This serves basically all of the purposes that it does in birds, but avian chimeras still blink in more normal mammalian fashion regardless of its presence.

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[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Caliban Crawford

(I’ve already made an information post like this, but said post is pretty long; in fact, it’ll just get longer and more expansive as I develop new characters and stories for [The Future Mob Project]. And I’m worried that the sheer length will make readers lose interest when they click on a link to look for a specific character. So, I’ll be making separate information pages for each character while still maintaining the all-inclusive post. Got it? Good.)

Who He’s Based Off Of: Matthew Patrick/MatPat (Game/Film/Food/Style Theory)

His Method of Work: He acts as one of The Pentas Family’s many body-disposal resources (if they disposed of bodies in just one way, they’d risk gathering concentrated amounts of evidence). His particular technique for disposal is good ol’ fashioned cannibalism.

Red Attire: Leather jacket (Crimson)

Notes:

Aside from the body-disposal stuff, Caliban will often help other Pentas members navigate the Black Market. He’s also invaluable when it comes to organizing certain trading events. He’s a cannibal, sure, but he also knows just how much of a pretty penny human organs can make. (Besides, not all body parts are safe for consumption; brains, eyeballs, intestines, and bones for example.)

Cannibal puns 24/7. The subtlety—or lack thereof—with which he delivers these puns can vary, depending on the situation he’s in. (“I’ve been told I have a great taste in people.” “If anyone’s a humanitarian, it’s me!” “I am what I eat, after all…” etc.)

He has a pet leucistic hare named Snare (somewhat inspired by Matt’s childhood pet bunny, Sunny). As hares are proven omnivores/scavengers, it just makes sense for Caliban to spoil Snare by feeding him human fingers as treats (highly inspired by Monty Python’s Killer Rabbit).

He has an ENORMOUS collection of butcher knives and medical blades, because of course he does. His favorite of them all is a damascus steel cleaver, which he frequently carries in his jacket pocket as his primary weapon.

There’s a silver tooth cap in the place of his upper left canine. He lost said canine when one of his victims surprised him by grabbing his tenderizing hammer and hitting him in the mouth with it as they tried to escape (this also left a small, jagged scar on the left side of his upper lip). Obviously, Caliban recovered from this. But the person who knocked his tooth out? Not so much…

His house is located in the downtown area, and is connected to the abandoned subway tunnels. He’s basically turned the old security office into a basement-kitchen setup.

(If you’d like to see some awesome artwork of this character, please go here and show the artist some appreciation!)

Current Stories: (Goretober 2022) Day 2: Cannibalism, Running on Empty, God, Being an Accessory to Murder is Exhausting,  What’s That Saying About Cinnamon Rolls. . ?, (Goretober 2023) Day 3: Broken Bones, (Goretober 2023) Day 4: Amputation, (Goretober 2023) Day 7: Needles, Bloody Tricks and Even Bloodier Treats

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[groundberet6]

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[the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo]

Missed Opportunities | Helmut Zemo x Reader

Here's a little something I cooked up. Not sure what I want to do with it, but it was bugging me to be written. For better or worse.

This is a little Helmut Zemo/Female Reader moment. It has Sam and Bucky too. It's not fully developed, but hopefully you all can enjoy it for what it is.

OOOOO

You were in Germany when you got the call from Sam. He needed help locating the Flag-Smashers, and was hoping you could offer some assistance.

He just happened to call at the perfect time, because as it turns out, the person you went to visit was no longer around. So, since you had essentially made a trip across the ocean for nothing; you figured, why not? Might as well make something of your travels abroad and not make it a total loss.

Sam gave instructions to meet him at a residence in Riga, Latvia. He mentioned very little other than that. Technically though, that wasn't entirely his fault. You're pretty sure he intended to provide more information, but Bucky was shouting, "Hellos.", "You've been missed!", and her personal favorite, an exasperated, "Please save me from my tormentor."

After Bucky's outburst, Sam had seemed to have forgotten about you on the phone; so you were just listening to constant bickering in the background. All you could do was shake your head and laugh at this point. Truly, Earth's greatest defenders were simply children at times.

It was good to hear their laughs. It had been too long and the world was still recovering.

We all were.

Bucky, Sam, and you all disappeared when Thanos snapped his fingers, wiping out half the universe. When you all returned, there was love and there was loss all around, but it bonded the three of you in a friendship deeper than any of you could imagine.

Okay, perhaps, that's a slight exaggeration. You became extremely good friends with both James and Sam; however, the two of them are a different story altogether. They won't admit to their friendship, but you know they'll both come around one day. They're just being stubborn idiots. God, she missed those two guys. It's been months since she had laid eyes either one of them.

So, here you are, standing right out front the door Sam gave instructions to meet at.

You fiddled with the arm of the backpack strapped across your chest. You didn't think you'd be this nervous, but a combination of excitement and adrenaline had caused you to be a bit jumpy. You tried to shrug it off as you raised your hand to knock on the door.

Not even 10 seconds after you knocked on the door you heard the shuffle of footsteps, accompanied with the ever present response of, "I got it."

Only the footsteps halted abruptly and muffled discussions were faintly heard through the door. You couldn't make out what was being said, only that no further movement had been made to answer the door.

I swear to God, if they are simply having an argument about who gets to open the door, I am going to murder them both on the spot.

You were about to knock on the door again a bit more insistently, but you never got the chance as the door abruptly swung open to reveal Bucky.

As you stared back at one another, you couldn't help but noticed his tense appearance, which is not all that unusual for him, but it was a more strained posture. You assumed it had something to do with whatever was being talked about just moments prior to answering the door.

It couldn't have been too serious because seconds later he dropped all pretense and gave you a heartfelt smile before sweeping you up in his arms for a hug.

He all but dragged you inside, it only caused you to chuckle at his enthusiasm. Yeah, you had missed him a lot.

The hug continued to linger on, and you could hear the door behind you close. You were about to motion to Bucky to release you from his hold when you heard Sam pipe in highly amused, "Buck, give her some room to breath."

You could feel the glare James was giving Sam, but he did let you go eventually.

Upon the release from your hug, the sleeves of your blue hoodie had drifted past your hands; you pushed them up a bit where you could grab James's hand and squeeze it in silent thanks.

After letting go of Bucky, you turned around to face Sam, shaking your head and grinning at him with delight, "Never a dull moment around here is there?"

"Never," Sam replied. "It's my turn, now," holding his arms out, he smiled pulling you into a softer embrace, but no less enthusiastic.

You huffed out a laugh and hugged him back with equal fervor.

A few moments had passed, and you reluctantly untangled yourself from Sam. More pleasantries had been exchanged and small talk had filled up the space as you walked fully into open living space.

You did a turn about the room as you headed towards the kitchen area with the guys trailing behind you. You had grabbed the strap of your backpack and had lifted it over your head.

You were about to place your stuff on the kitchen island when you heard soft footfalls make their way from the outer hallway towards you.

The unexpected noise caused you to hesitate; you turned your head towards Sam and James with a puzzled expression on your face. You had opened your mouth with the intention to ask them who else was in the safe house with you, when you saw him.

The backpack you were holding had fallen out of your hands and onto the floor with a thud, but you couldn't tear your eyes off the man standing across the room from you now. Your face had gone completely slack jaw and eyes had widen in shock leaving you speechless.

You would normally have said something quippy in this moment, but your brain had stopped functioning.

The silence was finally broken from Sam's response to the situation.

"Okay, I know what this looks like. We can explain him," Sam cautiously said. "Actually, Bucky should be the one to share this story, since it was his idea."

You could hear the words Sam was saying, but they never really registered. You assumed he thought you were shocked because the man who stood in front of you once tore your friends a part. Because he was supposed to be in a prison in Germany. Any other number of reasons could potentially be listed. What Sam didn't realize, was that the man standing before you was the last person you saw before you disintegrated before his eyes, and this was the first time since that chaos you had seen him again.

Other than Sam's calm reply, it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. Perhaps it was because the same look of shock and awe was reflected on Zemo's face.

You tried to form a response, something, anything to say.

Neither Sam or Bucky knew you used to visit Zemo after he was imprisoned. Whenever you travelled to Germany, you would tell them you had a contact that only agreed to provide information face to face. They never put two and two together, but they also trusted you implicitly; so they had no reason to ever question your motives or who exactly you were going to see. You actually saw Zemo a fair amount of time. More often than not, it was always to learn about the inner workings of Hydra. While they may be diminished in capacity; they still had not been completely eradicated. And you were determined to locate and destroy every remaining Hydra base, and dismantle them once and for all. They took your parents from you, and you were going to make sure they couldn't hurt anyone ever again. So, Zemo had been the obvious choice to help gain as much information as possible in your quest.

So, over the course of 2 years, you had made several trips to see him. You could almost say you were on friendly terms, but mostly, you believed his kindness and willingness to provide information was a benefit to him. To interact with someone on the outside to remind him he's not completely alone in the world.

The last time you saw each other was a day like any other you would come to visit. You'd lean outside his glass cell and just talk. The prison only allotted an hour's visit. So you always had to make your time worth while.

This particular day was colder than usual for the time of year. And being left outside the prison hallway where Zemo's cell was located only caused the draft to further lower the temperature with the concrete walls. You had involuntarily shivered as a cold draft had blasted in from one of hallways. Zemo had taken notice and unzipped his hoodie, passing it off to the guard to hand over to you. In that moment, the realization came that things were no longer black and white between the two of you. When you asked him why, he simply shrugged and said it's what any gentleman should do. His expression had softened though and was no longer outwardly indifferent. You had put on the blue garment and zipped it up; tugging at the sleeves as the hoodie was much larger on your frame than his.

There was only about 30 minutes left of your visit when alarm bells started going off. Zemo had pushed himself against the glass to look down the closest hallway to try and see what was going on. You had tried to remain calm, but when the guard standing nearby had disappeared right in front of you both, you knew something was dreadfully wrong.

With visible panic on your face, you had whispered out the word Thanos to Zemo. You'll never forget what happened next or the expression on his face. There was a hitch in your lungs and a strong tugging sensation drifting through your chest. You stumbled into the glass and fell to your knees in front of Zemo. You had slumped onto your side trying to concentrate on what was happening to you. You peered up at Zemo as he had slid himself down the glass to your level gazing at you in concern. You could hear him shouting for help, but there was no one around. You placed your hand on the glass to get his attention, and only then did you realize, you had tears in your eyes.

He brought his hand up on the other side of the glass and placed it against where yours was. Funny how an instance can change everything between two people. You saw his eyes widen and that's when you noticed the right side of your body started to turn to dust. All you had time to say was, "I'm sorry," before you completely disintegrated before him, leaving him, no doubt, alone once again.

You would have laughed at the expression on his face now if you knew it hadn't been the first time he's seen you since....what happened. But there was nothing really funny about the situation.

You weren't quite sure what to do, but your feet made the decision for you as you slowly made your way to stand directly in front of Zemo.

It's the first time you've stood together without any glass between you both. He's a bit taller than you, but not by miles; you're chin roughly comes up to his shoulder.

You see him swallow as if he's also thinking of something to say, but instead you see him raise his hand up and start to reach out to touch you, but stops before actually doing it. Internally, you make your choice for him and reach up with your hand and grab the one he's left hanging in the air. It's just a light touch, almost as if you're both worried the other might not be real.

Zemo glanced down at you holding onto his hand and back at you briefly. He squeezed your hand gently and then you heard him release a harsh breath before gripping your hand tighter and yanking you into his arms.

You barely had time to think about what was happening before you were enveloped into the most emotional hug you've ever felt.

The reaction was unexpected, but then so were the circumstances you were in, so nothing should really surprise you, but you were. Your arms were slightly hovering over his back, not entirely sure at that moment what you wanted to do, as you were still in shock. But, after a brief pause you brought your arms firmly around his body and hugged Zemo back with just as much care and buried your face in the crook of his shoulder. You heard him mumbling words into the side of your head, but couldn't understand what he was really saying.

Time could have been standing still for the infinite period we were latched onto one another. It wasn't until the clearing of Bucky's throat that jarred us out of the moment. The noise wasn't loud, but the room had been so silent until then; it sounded like a freight train.

Realization must have hit us both at the same time that we weren't alone in the room, and we jumped apart as if lightning had struck us both.

At this point, you were looking at anything in room, but Zemo. You started playing with the ends of your sleeves in nervousness when Sam spoke up in a very slow and deliberate manner, "Would you care to explain to us, what is going on?"

"I thought you were going to have Bucky explain to me, why Zemo's not in prison!" you say back, not ready at all to try and explain things. You still needed to wrap your own head around it, before attempting to share your brief history with Zemo.

"Oh, no doll. This can wait," James answered. You could tell he was not happy, but maybe more confused than anything by how he responded.

Both were assessing Zemo to try and figure out if this is some sort of game to him. Bucky had reached out to grab your arm and pulled you gently away from the criminal mastermind and closer to them to instinctually protect you from him.

You outwardly sighed, knowing there was a long conversation about to happen.

Zemo took a step forward and James took a step back bringing you with him. Sam seemed perturbed over the entire situation, but Zemo spoke up first.

"Is that, what I think it is?" he said. Zemo cocked his head to the side and eyed you with amusement.

You silently shook off the hold Bucky has on you and raise an eyebrow at him to not try that again. You swiveled back to Zemo, placing your hands on your hips. Confusion was written clearly on your face as you answered him back, "Could you be a little less vague?" A small smile graced your face in reply.

Zemo pointed at your midsection and a smug expression appeared on his face.

"I must say, you look quite fetching in my clothes."

You were physically startled by his comment. You had forgotten you were wearing his hoodie. It's why you went to Germany. To return it to him, but when you found out he was no longer there, you realized you were going to have to either keep it permanently or track him down. Sam's call came in before you could make that decision. Fate really is something else.

Your hands grabbed the fabric of the hoodie as you closed your eyes and ducked your head. You could feel the embarrassment threatening to turn your whole face red.

You started to shuffled away knowing an immediate outburst was coming from both of her friends. What Zemo just said, implied so many different things. So, of course Sam and Bucky would start shouting without having any context to the situation of how you acquired a piece of his clothing.

If the floor could have opened up at that moment, you would have appreciated it.

Sam and Bucky were both visibly upset and clearly about to start a fight with Zemo, but thankfully Sam, being the more even tempered of the group, stopped Bucky from doing anything. He had shrugged off Sam and stared at you with hurt on his face.

You exhaled shakily as things started to calm down. You dared to catch a glimpse of Zemo, and of course, out of everyone here, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy causing the chaos he wrought with his sly comment.

If looks could kill, he would have been flayed alive.

"Enough," you said to everyone. It was time to clear the air. "Let's all just take a seat."

You had gotten exasperated by the entire situation and turned to Bucky and Sam, "Do you automatically have to jump to conclusions? Do you not think there is a perfectly logical explanation, somewhere?" You had slapped your hands down by your sides and turned to Zemo. He looked as if he were about to say something, but you cut him off pointing a finger at him.

"And you. Big trouble. Don't even get me started."

As you stared at Zemo; he at least had the decency to appear somewhat contrite at your scolding. You could still tell he was mildly amused about the whole situation.

You saw Sam had taken a seat and started to wave you over to where he and Bucky were.

"Start talking," he said.

"I'm not sure where to start," you answered, pacing back and forth.

"How about the beginning?" Bucky parroted out arms crossed in front of him, he was clearly still a bit defensive.

"The beginning. Right. Sure. I can do that," you stopped to think about how to start, but everything just seemed to be as if you were actually hiding something from them, when you weren't. It just never came up, and The Blip was emotional for everyone.

Truth be told, you would like to avoid this conversation at all costs. For many reasons, some you're not ready to deal with.

Zemo had spoke up while you were deciding how to broach the subject at hand.

"If I may," he spoke.

The three of us had answered him simultaneously, "No!"

Yeah, it was going to be a long day.

OOOOO

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[nellynee]

Harioween 2021 day 2 - Delectable

Fill for @blooeyedtroll ‘s Hairoween prompt, crossposted at AO3 here. 

Takes place between movie 1 and 2

Explanation.

Look. LOOK. Ok, coffee is just way to complicated for the Pop trolls to have a manufacturing means despite canonically having coffee.

I figure in the wake of the first movie, Bridget and by extension the Royal authority, will spend a lot of time sharing culture with her BFF, and that includes food, so the Trolls have a lot of weird 60's tech and suddenly processed foods mixing in with their barley functional very new society.

I have whole series of headcanons as well about Troll biology as related to plants (including a rudimentary photosynthesis), but the gist of it is sugars being a large portion of a Troll's nutritional needs, sparse as they are.

I figure all major Troll kingdoms have their own version of high calorie sugars, for instance Country is Agave based but rely mostly on meat for calories. Techno's coral is sugar based and is chewed in a supplementary form, but is heavily laced with citric acid. Rock Trolls suck on volcanic rock in a similar compulsion and may or may not be made of that terrible rubber gum. Classical trolls have comparatively low calorie supplemental needs and due to their mineral rich sunny environment would crave sugar only seasonally is tree sap based. Funk used to rely on a sort of concentration through gut fermentation as desert dwellers, but have moved well past that technologically speaking and is the only tribe to have something resembling pure sugar, though artificially created. But trolls are used to sweeteners being flavored. At this point, Pop trolls rely primarily on honey, and dried fruits as sweeteners.

Bergans, pre escape from the troll tree, would feed the trolls the equivalent of shitty pet food. Some dried or preserved nuts and berries and such for minerals, maybe some dairy for fats, and a lot of highly refined sugar, the concentration of which was not particularly good the the Troll's brain chemicals.

Fill itself under cut.  Trigger warning - Depictions of PTSD triggering and thoughts of self hatred

“Well?”

Poppy is looking at him with that look. The “I’m trying to respect your boundaries and not heap expectations on you that this will go perfectly and you’ll absolutely love it and when you don’t I’m going to pretend it’s fine but it’s actually going to be incredibly disappointing and I’ll spend a yet undetermined amount of sleepless nights over fixating on what went wrong until my exhausted brain comes up with some hair brain scheme to make it better and end up with something on fire.” look.

It’s a very distinctive look.

He’s hesitant. It’s not that he’s got anything against the Bergans… Ok so it’s not like he has anything against Bridget, who he knows without any doubt would never do anything to hurt Poppy, and is royalty herself with power and influence, and the filter through which most Bergans have to go through to get to Poppy. So it’s not like he thinks she’d poison Poppy in any way with Bergan food. He’s just not particularly interested in seeking out anything about them ever at all in any way shape or form.

But, Poppy did say the drink reminded her of him, and he… want’s to know what that means.

Poppy had a few jars of the stuff, but apparently it came in a dried form that was steeped like tea, though King Gristle had vehemently denied giving them some of the powder, claiming they didn’t have a way to “brew it right” yet and that he had his best metal workers on the projects. The drink is dark, and…. It does smell a lot. Not badly though. Of something pleasant, and savory, and a bit like smoke but not choking, that had spread through the bunker as she warmed it over his little wood stove. With practiced ease Branch ignores Poppy’s gradually intensifying vibrating and breaths in the aroma deep, trying to determine if his watering mouth is a good thing or not, if the smell is just pleasant or could possibly be palatable. The heat of the mug is lovely in his hands, and the liquid is the same temperature as the glass, and the familiarity of it to tea helps a little.

After another deep breath, as much to sniff it again as to brace himself, he takes a sip through clenched teeth.

Bitter hits first, far more than any tea he’s ever had. Far more so than the smell could convey. The acridness strips the inside of his mouth, and he swallows immediately and coughs a little, tries to work spit back into his mouth. The warmth spreads through him immediately, like a good rich broth, and as the bitterness fades a dark nuttiness, like the burnt bits off a campfire marshmallow, takes it place. His breath tastes of the same pleasant smokiness, and he immediately finds himself going back for another sip.

Poppy squeals, entirely to loud and close to his ear, and he smiles behind the mug, happy to please her, wondering what about this drink, the warm or the blunt punch of flavor, the dark elusive smoke or addictive bite of caffeine, she saw in him as well.

Mood lifted by the pleasant surprise, he smacks his lips appreciatively and sets the mug down, near half gone, and gives her a shrug of acknowledgment.

“Ok, ok-”

“Good?”

He pauses, for dramatic effect if nothing, even though she’s already guessed by his reaction and is literally hopping in place as she leans on his table.

“Yes. Cofee is good.”

A full out scream rattles the glassware and hanging pans, but before anything can topple she’s back down to an excited squeal, a litany of “I told you so”s and “I knew it”s counterpointing her excited bouncing and pirouettes. He thinks, maybe, she’s about to burst into song, and tips his chair back at an angle to make it easier to get dragged around if she’s of a mood. But instead, after a moment, in which he takes several more nearly compulsive sips, she pushes the other little crockery jars his way.

He likes this stuff a lot, and doesn’t care much for the idea of what’s in the jars. Dandelion milk would probably be nice, if he wanted the bitterness to go creamy, like a savory stew. Maybe milkweed for something less overtly tart, but the stuff the Bergan’s called milk was hard to keep, and while it tasted very good and fatty, made Branch’s stomach ache.

The other stuff, sugar, was supposed to make things sweet. Branch liked his preserves and honey, but could see the appeal of something that made sweet without changing the taste. The stuff was all the rage in the village right now, especially with Cooper’s cupcake business and the Party Punch makers. Branch simply hadn’t had opportunity convenient enough to entice him, and Poppy furiously stabbing at the quartz like crystals, the size of a single die and just small enough to be dangerous to stab at, with one of his good knives before he could drag out his pestle did not endear it to him at all. He doesn’t like the look of it, and the saccharine smell coming off the freshly ground powder makes his nose tickle and mouth water in a not entirely good way.

Still, between a grumbley stomach all day and maybe chasing down some of the initial bite for some of the interesting notes of flavor with some sweet, the choice was easy.

Poppy bounces in her chair and takes a healthy slug of her own mixture, near equal parts of the Coffee to it’s appointed add ins, as well as a few spices off his rack and stirred with an entire sliver of vanilla. She was three cups in and had yet to drink the same combination twice, the only constant being it’s milk chocolate appearance and gaining a viscosity he’s pretty sure it’s not supposed to have. He spoons in one heaping serving of the white powder into his cup, and after a second of hesitation, knowing to well it was probably to much but unable to resist her expectant look, he spoons in another. Topping it off with a bit more of the coffee to heat it back up and giving it a good stir, he goes for another swig.

“Ok, ok, ok, how’s that one?”

It’s…sweet.

It’s

They’ve started a scant fire in the middle of the Tree, most of them scattered through the branches in the hopes of blocking as much of the light as possible with strategic pulls and twisting of leaves. They aren’t allowed to have fire, but the nuts they were given have started to go rancid, and they have until morning to bake the rough cakes of nut meal and the sweetness to try and preserve some of them. He’s helping his grandma rake them off the hot stones with a stick and they smell like the color brown. His stomach is a knot of anxiety. If they’re caught with fire, they’ll be in so much trouble.

It’s

He’s ill, very ill, and grandma is using spoonfulls of the sweetness to try and get him to take down some of the scant bits of foul tasting herbs they’ve kept in secret at the base of the Tree. It’s bitter and sweet and he chokes and he burning up.

“Branch?”

It’s

Winter and they’re out of food. Winter is cold, but it’s not cold enough to sleep through this year. The sun is weak and the younger ones are crying out of hunger. They can’t ask for more. If they need more then the Chef might just take enough of them instead to make the food last longer. Everyone gets one spoonful of the sweetness a day, to keep their energy up. The babies get two and still cry. Sometimes Grandma gives him her spoon of sweetness and he’s still hungry, but he can’t say anything, because he knows she’s hungrier than she is.

It’s

A week before Trollstice and the Sou-chefs have ripped apart the tree. They used their fat, greasy fingers to pry open pods and dig around the roots, razing the tree for any food the Trolls might have stored back. When the Bergans are done, the village is given a veritable feast. A mountain of the sweetness on the little pedestal the Bergans use to supply their food. More of it than they could ever possibly eat. Even their water is tainted with the stuff. Fattening them up. Gut-loading them for the feast. Its so sweet, for so long, Branch starts purging on the third day. He’s hungry. He can’t stand it anymore. He’s so thirsty, but the water is sweet.

“Branch, are you alright?”

It’s

Grandma is dead. She’s dead and everyone keeps telling him it will be ok. It’s not ok, it’ll never be ok. One of the adults tries to ply him with a treat they make, the sweetness warmed over the fire until it turns golden brown and mixed with the fatty, creamy drink they get rarley. He’s only old enough to have gotten to try one or twice, and he loved it then. He throws it at them and stomps it into the dirt, so no one can eat it, suddenly angry that they are trying to buy his feelings with sweetness, as if it doesn’t matter that his grandma is dead, at least he has some caramels.

It’s

Days into freedom, and they still aren’t free. There’s no more Bergans, and without the Bergans, there’s no food. The King and a few of his closest aids put themselves first in line to try to scavenge. There’s some old rhymes that might help a bit, and some worn books more thread and bare glue than pictures from before the Tree was a prison, but it’s not enough to teach them to sustain. The grownups try anything green and every near edible looking thing they come across. Sometimes they’re fine, but more often then not the tasters get sick. A few die. They gathered as much of their food as they could and saved it in preparation, and the children get bits of dried fruit paste rolled with nutmeal and sweetness while the air stinks of purging. Even those who don’t eat the plants and try to live off the sun have gotten ill, and they come to realize it’s the sweetness leaving them. They drink as much water as their bellies can hold and dread when there’s no more to give the children. Branch watches and eats what doesn’t make the adults sick. The greenery tastes like nothing he’s ever had before, raw and bitter and alive, and he has to chase the taste away with his sweet rations to get rid of it.

It’s

A sudden wash of saliva as a nausea so bone deep as to be consuming rockets through his senses. Poppy is staring at him, hand half raised as if to touch him, and she looks worried, though he can’t imagine why. He tries to swallow. He wants to tell her it’s good, it’s fine, it tastes fine. She was so happy. It’s hard for him, specifically, to make her happy. He doesn’t understand her, she delights in the weirdest things. When he laughs, or smiles, or cracks a joke, or tries any numerous boring things that she does with other trolls all the time. It’s frustrating and never feels like he’s done enough. It’s hard to make her happy with him on purpose, so he should just tell her it’s good then not use the stuff again, just to make her happy. But when he tries to swallow he can’t, the muscles lock up with a click and refuse to move and

It’s

Making his mouth water, in that terrible way that lets him know that he’s not going to keep it down, and it’s happening soon, now if he’ll let it. There’s no cramping, no gag, just a sudden rush of fluid and he huffs through his nose and tries again to swallow.

His mug is clattering against the table with the force of his shaking hand, and he silences it by bringing the cup back up and makes as if to take another sip, spits the mouthful back into the cup and doesn’t look into the now murky foul he’s made of it. He works up a mouth full of spit, and that goes of the same way, and the relief is nearly immediate. The dizziness recedes as if it never was, and the nausea goes from an immediate threat to vague knowledge in the back of his throat. He sniffs once to clear his nose, and the world suddenly comes from screaming silence to bright clarity as Poppy yanks the mug from his hand.

She’s babbling, though he can’t quite make out the words yet, and some far away piece of him is screaming in frustration at himself as she dumps the mug in the sink and furiously scrubs the inside.

“-not for everyone really. I should have known better than to even offer, you hate sweet things.” Except he doesn’t. He likes the occasional knob of honeycomb or frosted treat why does everyone assume that? “Why don’t we just go back to square one?” She’s been moving the whole time, and she punctuates the question by slamming the mug just a little to hard on the table top and pouring another hot stream of pure coffee into it. “Square one was good right?” And she shoves the mug back into his hand.

She looks panicked, and Branch notices, in that vague, connected way, that the skin of said hand isn’t as bright as it was just a few moments ago. Under the sparse navy velvet of on his arms, the skin is a stark, stone grey, and his brain understands that it makes sense, given the sudden numb adjacent exhaustion he feels.

His heart is pounding in a way that tells him he’s bordering on over caffeinated, and he’s distantly angry. He doesn’t really feel it, not yet, but he will, when he’s over tired and can’t sleep and hating himself for whatever the heck that was. Today had been good, it had started so well. What the heck was wrong with him?

He tries to force a small smile, and knows he fails with the way Poppy kinda flinches but doesn’t.

“Yeah, it was good.”

She smiles and sighs in relief, and he can’t just let it go.

“It was very nice of you, to bring this over while you had time.”

A very clear dismissal, and normally such things would slide right over her head, but maybe she’s a bit sensitive right now, because she does indeed hesitate where she’s half crouched into sitting back in her chair.

“I’ve always got time for my friends Branch.”

“And no doubt you’re also very busy.”

She hesitates again, and the far away anger is starting to bubble, build, compound. He wants to be left alone to fall apart. He wants to not be such an ass. But here he is. He expects her to double down, park a seat and insist on whatever activity will keep her underfoot. Maybe to keep an eye on him, because he’s such an awful actor she obviously knows somethings wrong and he can’t be trusted with his own emotions. Maybe it’s just sheer pigheaded stubbornness. Maybe she can’t take a hint for once and he’ll have to spell it out and be the bad guy when she leaves and not doubts tells all her friends what a terribly rude and awful person he is and they’ll all throw up their noses and talk over loud about how he’s no good and they always knew it and no one will hang out with him anymore and Poppy will give up on him and he’ll be all alone again and it will all be his fault and he’ll die here alone in the dark and no one will ever miss him and-

He’s broken from the stream of thoughts by her hand covering his own that’s hold the mug.

“I always have time for you.”

Her hand is soft, and warm, and very real in a way his body isn’t right now. Regardless of the core deep exhaustion suddenly draped over his shoulders, he finds it in him to actually smile, a little, at the overly earnest expression she’s giving.

“I know. Thank you.”

He pats the hand covering his before extracting it and letting her keep her appendage.

“But don’t you have a meeting with the recreational leaf pile building society this morning?” He sees the very moment she realizes that she does, in fact, have such a meeting, and very soon, eyes darting to the elevator and back to him with something like plaintive panic.

“I- shoot- yes I do. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I would totally stay and hang out but-”

“Queendom waits for nobody.”

He affects something like nonchalance, managing a weak salute with his mug as she races to the elevator. She grabs the lever, but hesitates before pulling.

“I’ll see you later?” The farewell lilts at the end in a question. He should lie and tell her yes. He could probably use the sunlight, and it would make her happy. It’s so hard for him to make her happy sometimes and it would be very easy. But it would also be a lie. He doesn’t feel like sunlight right now. He doesn’t feel like singing. And it had been such a good day too.

“Maybe.”

He holds it until the elevator passes through the ceiling, her waving all the while, before his shoulders slump. He finally takes a sip of his plain drink. It’s bitter, and quite lovely.

Maybe not today, but maybe tomorrow.

#Hairoween #trollstober2021 #Branch #queen poppy #Branch is not having a good time #The Bergans fucked him up man ok

[writingtoforgetreality]

I Remember (Malcolm Bright x Reader)

Request: uM hi saw ur request post while i was scrolling through malcolm bright x reader tag lol so may i request an x reader w malcolm where reader's gil's niece or smth so she and mal know each other before he joined the team- and one day where mal was being a dumbass and reader was told to drive mal home and when she was securing his restraints he jokingly asked her to sing to him aNd she did sing and fell asleep on the bed by opposite mal aND he got a good amount of sleep like no night terrors and next day he accidentally slipped that reader ''slept'' w him and gils just like excuse me wtf?? Djkdkdlsjsjs idk i got this idea when i was staring at the ceiling at 4 am instead of doing my essays that were due in the morningxD sorry its p long. Thanks and have a good day/night (by @iwillboilyourteeth), [Prodigal Son-Masterlist]

Summary: Malcolm got hurt again. What a surprise. And, as always, you were right there to take care of him. Tonight, though, things took a turn. For the better or for the worse? Only the future would tell.

Words: 2,142

Warnings: language, love me some sarcasm, fluff, so much fluff, I love writing for Prodigal Son (keep the requests coming)

Song used: “I Remember” by Jason Manns

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

You were sitting in your apartment when your phone started ringing loudly, interrupting your movie marathon. Sighing exaggeratedly, you checked who decided to annoy you at this time. It was not too late but you liked your alone time a lot. Gil. Oh no. That could never be good.

“Uncle Gil. I hope whatever you’re about to tell me is more important than Harry Potter.” pausing the movie you were currently watching, you did not even give him enough time to greet you. A loud sigh could be heard over the phone. One, that made you laugh.

“(Y/N).” his voice was stern & you knew better than to mess with him. Yet, you could not help yourself.

“Yeah, that’s me. You called me, after all.” joking to ease the tension, your giggling was cut short by his next words.

“Malcolm is a dumbass.”

“What a revelation.”

“He’s hurt.” Gil stated. Throwing your head back in frustration, you knew he only called you if he knew it was not too bad. But bad enough to need your help. “I need you to come get him.” it was not even a question, more like an order. Immediately, you grabbed the stuff you needed & headed out of your apartment towards your car.

“Can I yell at him for being reckless?” opening the door, you got inside but before you started the engine, you waited for the call to end. Could not risk getting youself hurt. Malcolm was the stupid one, not you.

“I already did that but I’m sure he’ll appreciate to hear it again.”

“Good.”

“Drive safe.” Gil noted.

“See you in ten.” & with that you drove to the precinct where he would most likely wait for you.

Growing up, you spent a lot of time at Gil’s. Malcolm was there almost always, so you got to meet each other pretty early on. Deep down, you cared for him. More than you should care for a friend. And because of him being a profiler, you were sure he picked up on that as well. Malcolm was just nice enough to not comment on it. Besides, he would tell you that he was too broken anyway. The thing was that it never scared you away. It did the exact opposite, actually. It only made you want him more.

Did you ignore almost every speed limit? Possibly. Your knuckles were white because you had gripped the steering wheel so tightly. One of these days, you would kill Malcolm. He kept getting himself hurt & you were tired of being the one to drive him home afterwards. Of course, you knew Gil only called you because Malcolm trusted you enough but that did not change the fact that you were exhausted.

“What happened?” approaching Gil, your eyes looked around for a sign of Malcolm. “And where the hell is he?”

“Bathroom.” his finger pointed over. “He didn’t call backup & thought dealing with it alone would turn out fine.” Gil was, you could tell, almost as tired as you. Not only of Malcolm acting recklessly but also because of a long day at work.

“What a surprise.” your sarcasm got the best of you. But it helped you coping with your feelings sometimes. “Uncle Gil?” his head snapped up when you said his name.

“Yes?”

“Go home & get some sleep. I got it from here, promise.” your sweet smile was convincing enough & with a nod, he turned around & walked away.

“(Y/N)?” Malcolm noticed you when he walked out of the bathroom. His face was covered in bruised & by the way he was limping, you were sure that his entire body had to be sore. “Where’s Gil?”

“I sent him home.” shrugging as if it were nothing, you gave Malcolm a look. He knew what it meant but apparently, he wanted to play dumb.

“What?” his head tilted slightly & if it were not for his damn puppy eyes & for the fact that he was hurt, you would be the cause of his bruises. Not quite literally but still. Rolling your eyes at him, you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You’re stupid, I hope you know that.”

“I do, but we caught the killer, so it was worth it.” he casually stated.

“Is it really worth risking your life, Mal?” shaking your head shortly, you were not in the mood to discuss this any further. A simple gesture of your hand was enough to show him that you wanted to get going. “Come on, I’m gonna bring you home.”

“You’re mad.” Malcolm noted when the both of you walked outside back to your car. Sighing loudly, you stopped for a brief moment.

“Yes. I’m mad because I can’t even count how many times we’ve been in this exact situation anymore. And it sucks. Because every single time Gil calls me, I think he’ll tell me that you didn’t make it out like you always do.” Malcolm’s eyes widened when you explained how you were feeling. Your body brushing past his made him turn around & follow you without another word. It was silent between you two until you arrived inside Malcolm’s apartment.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N).” he spoke up, his voice much softer now. When you saw him struggling to pull off his coat, you walked over to him to help him out.

“You don’t owe me an apology, Mal.” your back faced him when you went to put his jacket away.

“I do. You always take care of me when shit like that happens. And I wanted you to know that I don’t take that for granted. If I were you, I would’ve stopped caring a long time ago.”

“You know as much as I do that this won’t ever happen.” & it was true. Malcolm could mess up over & over again. Could get himself hurt & all that. But you would always be here to catch him, no matter what.

“I don’t deserve you.” his eyes bore into yours & by the look he gave you, you knew he was not talking about you taking care of him when he was hurt. He was referring to you as a person. Basically, he wanted to make you understand that he was not worthy of your love. Which was bullshit to you.

“You deserve so much & it hurts that you don’t see it.” the conversation dropped for the time being. Navigating your way through his apartment, you looked for something he could wear to bed. Soon enough, you found something suitable & when you walked back into the room ,you found Malcolm already sitting on his bed, head hanging low. He stopped you when he noticed your hands grabbing the shirt he was wearing. Sending him a confused look, your eyebrows raised in question.

“I think I can handle it from here on.” taking the clothes from you, he went to strip himself out of his workwear. Surprisingly, he could not move his body enough to achieve anything.

“Yeah, I can see that. Come on, don’t act like that, Malcolm.” it was not the first time you had helped him undressing. As mentioned earlier, the two of you had been in this situation too many times to count.

It did not take long & he was wearing comfortable clothes. After asking if he needed anything else, you went straight to his restraints & helped strapping him in. It amazed Malcolm how you were not weirded out by the fact that he had to be held down in order to have at least a few hours of sleep.

“(Y/N)?” his voice was barely above a whisper but your humming let him know that you heard him. “Can you sing something for me?” it was meant to be a joke, he simply wanted to ease the tension between you guys. Thinking about it for a second, you came to the conclusion that it would not hurt to do that. Maybe it would help him fall asleep? Malcolm eyes widened when you actually started singing quietly. It was soothing & he closed his eyes to focus solely on your voice.

Hey you, when I saw you walk in there

And I couldn’t help but stare

At the way you move your hands

‘Cause it’s the little things you do that drive me crazy

And now, let’s forget about the crowd

And just concentrate on us

So that you can know what I want you to know

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

 Only if you would hold me tight

As we talked all through the night

About those things you won’t tell no one else

I know that we’ve got long ways to go

But I want you to know

That I’ll be there till the end, so don’t you worry

 I remember how it started

You had everything I wanted

I was helpless to resist

But I didn’t want to

‘Cause I fell in love with you-ou-ou

 After you finished, Malcolm still had his eyes closed, he just laid there for a while, recalling the words of the song. He knew what you were trying to tell him but if he had to be honest, he was scared. If the two of you were to try something, he thought you would leave him the moment you realized his demons were too much for someone to handle. Malcolm did not hear you leave his apartment, neither did he feel a movement. Opening his eyes slowly, he found you sound asleep right next to him. Your peaceful form made him smile brightly. Contemplating if he should wake you up, he decided against it in the end. Deep down, he knew you would not judge him he if he had a night terror next to you. And if he were honest, having you with him made him incredibly calm. That night, he fell asleep almost immediately, without any nightmares invading his dreams. The reason for it was you. Only you.

Malcolm woke up early the next morning. Work called. Okay, maybe Gild had told him to take a few days off but everyone who knew Malcolm, knew that he did not listen to such orders. Or any orders, in general. You were still asleep when he loosened his restraints. He left you a note behind before leaving his apartment for work.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay at home?” Gil questioned the second Malcolm entered the office where the rest of the team was already up & working.

“You did but I’m fine.” Gil rolled his eyes at his words. Usually, whenever Malcolm insisted on being fine, he was everything but. Examining his face closer, Gil was shocked to see him so…well rested?

“Wait. How much did you sleep last night? You look unusually awake.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s because I slept with (Y/N) last night.” Malcolm spoke casually & went to examine the pictures that were displayed on the table in the middle of the room. Gil’s eyebrows raised at that. Dani only sent him a weird look & JT almost choked on his coffee at Malcolm’s confession. There were some things he did not want to know & his love life was one of it.

“Excuse me, what now?” Gil was the first one to press the topic further. Everyone knew how protective he could get when it came to you, his niece. When Malcolm turned around, he found three pairs of eyes looking sternly at him. Wait, what did he say? Realization washed over his face & he only now noticed how wrong his words sounded without any given context.

“No, wait…That came out wrong.” closing his eyes briefly, he prepared an explanation for his confused co-workers. “(Y/N) drove me home yesterday & she helped me with my restraints & all. She fell asleep & I didn’t wanna wake her up.” Malcolm’s hands gestured wildly, not wanting to give them the wrong impression of last night’s events. JT pretended to understand what he explained even though he had no idea & frankly, he did not care too much. Malcolm had lost Dani’s interest a while ago, she continued working on the next case. Only Gil was left. He gave Malcolm a knowing look, went over to him & patted him on the shoulder.

“You better take care of her, Bright. Or you have to deal with me.” his threatening smile creeped Malcolm out but he knew Gil was only trying to keep you safe. Maybe you were the right one for him. Last night was proof enough. It was scary to take that next step but on the other hand, he wanted to take that risk. He wanted to give it a try. For the both of you.

Published (04/20/2021) by Cathy

Tags: @octopus5555 (thanks for your support <3)

#malcolm bright x reader #malcolm bright #malcolm whitly #malcolm whitly x reader #prodigal son #prodigal son imagine #Prodigies #prodigal son x reader #reader insert #reader imagine #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #jason manns #Song Fic #one shot #oneshot #writing #writers #tom payne #gil arroyo #lou diamond phillips #dani powell #aurora perrineau #brightwell #jt tarmel #frank harts

[phoenix-knight-if]

Code Name: Oracle

This project is in the very early stages of development – everything here is highly variable as I keep working out the details. That said, please send in any questions you like about this project or Phoenix Knight! I’m saving anything to do with PK bugs and fixes until a later date since I’m going to take a break from writing it, but I’m still happy to answer questions about the RO’s and setting.

Summary: Life in Delphi City is pretty much like life anywhere – there’s problems, lots of them, but there’s good points too – maybe a bit fewer. But whatever your feelings are about it - it is home. It is also the city with the highest concentration of super villainy on the planet.

The Guardians are the local superhero team, made up of ‘Paths’ – the people with powers – that are on the side of what is good and right, and approved by the government. Their job is to take care of the villains with powers – and sometimes the ones just smart enough to build doomsday weapons. That kind of thing.

The stuff that’s way above your paygrade.

You might be one of the city’s most skilled detectives but you’re still just a detective. Your bad guys don’t have powers (usually). And messing with one that does ends in a world of pain – kidnapped and experimented on by a previously unknown mad scientist type you’re eventually rescued by a hydrokinetic path.

When your powers are discovered, you’re a chance for the Guardians to snatch up an in-house investigator - a part of the crime fighting process they’d previously been forced to rely on the police and other agencies for. And with people beginning to develop into Paths at previously unheard of rates for some unknown reason, Delphi City needs its Guardians to find the answer.

But now they have you. Formerly one of the best detectives in the city but now... after everything that’s happened, you don’t know what you are, but they have decided what they want you to be:

Their very own Oracle.

Features

An +18 rating, again, more for my own peace of mind than what I believe the content will actually be, but I ask that it’s respected.

Warnings: imprisonment, experimentation, police, injuries, genre-typical violence, more to be added.

Planned Features Include:

Customizable Skill Approach - What kind of detective were you known to be. Are you the sort of detective that is good with getting people to tell you what you need to know? Are you the sort that can chase down and catch and answer even if it has you sprinting across rooftops? Are you the sort that notices the details and can put them together? And is that still your style?

Customizable pronouns (with an option in the player menu to reset them as desired)

Decide why you joined the police in the first place. Also decide how you feel about your maverick big brother.

Four romance routes currently planned: Siren, Warren, Cal, and Victoria

Characters

The Detective – Gender Selectable - MC – A legacy cop, whose grandfather and father were both respected life-long officers, your family has a reputation in the DCPD - one that your older brother managed to thoroughly trash, or redeem, depending on who you ask while you were still on the beat. Your position is hard won but no one can deny your skills as an investigator, family name or no. But when your kidnapping results in the development of powers, making you a ‘Path’ you’re put into the Guardians, not as a costumed hero, but as an investigative specialist.

The Villain: “Siren” – Gender Selectable – RO - Without any evidence to prove that the mysterious Siren was a supervillain and not just a very clever criminal the detective and their partner were originally assigned to attempt to apprehend them – or, otherwise, gather enough evidence to make the Siren the Guardian’s problem and not the DCPD’s.  Now you’re a Guardian and in the six months since that stakeout  and it’s very much your job to catch them – but why are they being so damn helpful?

The Leader: Warren Hughes, “Commander Truth” – NB – RO – The Guardian’s telepathic leader, Warren is a strict person with high expectations for everyone around them, but perhaps the highest set for themself. You know Commander Truth best by their black-and-white-lightning bolt costume from the situations where the police have had to work with the Guardians. You definitely didn’t expect your brother’s best friend – and a vague shadow in your life since Adrian went to high school and first met Warren - to be the one under the mask.

The Rookie: Callum Lindsey, “Titan” – M – RO – The newest member of the Guardians, apart from you, Cal has only been in Delphi City for eight months. The blue-and-gold clad ferrokinetic path who can twist buildings out of shape with his abilities is not who you were expecting to be the team’s grinning cinnamon roll, but Cal is definitely the warmest welcome you get to the team.

The Protector: Victoria Aragorn, “Starlight” – F – RO – One of the longest serving Guardians, she joined the official superhero line-up at the same time that Commander Truth did. Though her abilities as a Path give her control over fire – and to a lesser degree light and warmth – she is most famous for her skilled usage of traditional martial weapons and unarmed combat forms. Before Victoria put in the red and black suit of Delphi City’s ‘Starlight’ she worked for the government doing the sort of things only a Path could. (A/N: Victoria’s code name might change later on, but right now I’m amused by the idea of Siren giving her hell over it via “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star” so it’s what I’ve got for now.)

The Partner: Theresa ‘Tessa’ Graves – F – Tessa and you have been partners for two years now, and friends for longer than that. She was there on the stakeout the night when everything changed. Her injuries might have forced her to retire from police work but after everything you’ve been through together she’s definitely not retiring from being your best friend. No matter what your opinion on the matter actually is.

The Brother: Adrian – M – Your elder brother is the only family you have left these days, not that that feels all that new. He’s also the one responsible for ruining the family’s sterling reputation when his work uncovered a massive amount of corruption in the police related to bribes and deals made with the city’s supervillain community and he didn’t do the brass the courtesy of backing down quietly about it – instead handing the entirety of his evidence over to the Guardians to pursue and, what was safe to, over to reporters the same day that he handed in his resignation. He claims he’s much happier these days, working as a PI and writing what he reassures you is going to be ‘the worst novel of all time’.

The Doctor: Elis Mercy - M - The doctor in charge of looking after the Guardians, and because of your position and the circumstances around your kidnapping he’s also been your doctor since your rescue. In addition to being one of the only doctors in the city that specializes in caring for Empathic people, his own Path allows him to heal injuries. But just those of the trauma variety - broken bones, bruises, cuts and lacerations, not infections and not poisons. (A/N: The doc’s name is a stand-in, I’m not happy with it. So I’m going to keep fishing around for one that fits him.)

#Code Name: Oracle #WIP2 #interactive fiction #very very very early development #I'm going to probably change the blog name soon to accommodate CNO a bit better #twine #(or rather it will be)

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Hii I love your bnha villain metas!

How do you think toya/dabi feels about the LoV? It’s been pointed out that most likely he’s blocking his feelings and that one scene when twice was killed and we see him smiling like a maniac is proof of that. In the todofam flashbacks we have like 6 scenes where toya is smiling in highly stressful an emotional moments. And just the moment before the accident in sakoto peak he’s also similing. When hawks asked him about it he did say he was furious about twice’s death, but anger is a side effect of sadness right?

Do you think he cares for them emotionally, rather than just as means to an end?

(Just tell me your speculations, I know there’s way too little info on toya to psychoanalize him)

Hi there! Thank you so much for reading the stuff I post! 

Mh, I guess that I’ll try to be objective as possible, but I don’t guarantee it might actually come off as such (also I don’t entirely think I am the right person to psychoanalyse anyone, I’ll leave that to people who actually do understand something in the matter).

I agree with the take that has Dabi as a highly emotional person and that since he cannot express his sadness anymore through tears, he tends to express himself with other expressions which are still available to him despite his extensive scars. I talked about Dabi’s association with sadness and the colour blue in my colour meta analysis here, but in this particular case (Twice’s death), I don’t entirely think that what he felt was sadness. It way likely a mixed feeling of betrayal/sadness/anger and the adrenaline definitely did not help him sort out all the overwhelming emotions of that time. The thing is, Dabi, as we know, does not have a good childhood/family experience, and especially him expressing actually interest or concern has not been welcomed well (or ignored altogether).  Dabi still lives in his nightmare from ten years ago, so it is understandable that even in such a state (distressed, frantic, vulnerable and powerful at the same time) he would be afraid to express such emotions and instead concentrate them towards his flames, which in my opinion has become a veritable teller of his emotional state. 

This is to say, that yes, absolutely I believe 100% that Dabi cares about the members of the League emotionally, and does not consider them a ‘mean to an end’, at least not anymore. He might have started out with the objective of using the League as a trampoline to both achieve his revenge plot and to bring forward Stain’s ideals, but as a broken toy, it is easier to recognise other broken toys. As for Touya, who still considers himself a failure, I think he found in the League a way to relate and to feel like he could amount to something, even if this something is villainy. The LOV offered him support, acceptance and a resemblance of family with individuals who could not only relate to him but also tended to listen to what he had to say. What Twice says to Toga and Hawks before his departure, is worth for every member of the LoV, on a certain degree (and this is furthest confirmed by Spinner, who started out as skeptic and instead turned out to be someone who actually became loyal to Shigaraki and the their cause). 

See the interaction in the first panel and what Spinner says in the second on. They offer comfort and also a way to actually solve the problem, together (after all, they are still waiting for Toga). Dabi is even half smiling in the panel, as if admitting that what Spinner is saying is exactly what he feels too. I think, this is one of my favourite panels, because look at them, together not in presence but in the knowing fact that they will always be there for each other. This is my best argument for Dabi’s emotional connection to the LoV, but I am sure that there are other signs indicating of how much he cares about them. 

After all, this is the League we are talking to. No matter how much we see them talking, they are still not the easiest people to have an emotional grasp on, unless HK walks us through it. 

I hope I answered your question in a fashionably late but fair manner, and thank you for the ask. Again thank you for supporting and liking my content. Thank you for reading.

#sunn ask box #sunn answers #anon #so so cute! #a great ask for a great anon! #bnha #mha #bnha spoilers #dabi #touya todoroki #lov #league of villains #tw: trauma #spinner #twice #tw: mentions of death #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #mr. compress

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Honey - part three

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: famous last words: I can finish this is in two hours. six hours laters and I feel like I’ve been beaten up by a gang of bigass old faes if you know what I mean.

IT CONTAINS SMUT, not suited for readers under 18

Please be kind I fucking hate my smut, if it’s disgusting just don’t comment on it cause I could hit my head on the wall several times

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Aelin's scream was like a stab to the brain, "Get up you nasty little bitch!"

"Ace! Why don't you try with sweet Ellie?" retorted Lysandra.

Elide didn't even have the strength to open her eyes or move from the fetal position she was in, curled up with a pillow pushed so hard against her belly that she wouldn't have been surprised if it had somehow damaged her internal organs, "Please leave."

The two didn't seem to hear her.

"Sweet?" Aelin huffed, "But you did see her last night, right?"

Elide opened one eye, seeing that they had both sat down at the end of the bed. She felt the cracks tugging at her eyelid and grunted, pressing her face into the pillow. She wanted to die. And she wanted Manon to come and free her from those two supposed friends who she knew were about to remind her of her misadventures.

"Except for what happened before we left," Aelin winked, placing a hand on her foot. Elide withdrew it, not wanting to feel physical touch of any kind at that moment. "I would have been willing to break up with Rowan so I could get between Kyllian and you, honestly."

Elide grunted again, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm begging you girls, you need to get out before I throw up again."

And it was true, she would throw up if they didn't stop talking. Plus, Elide didn't care in the slightest what the drunk her had done. She hated her so much.

Lysandra giggled and she felt it as she climbed between the covers until she was settled next to her on the pillows, "Between her and Lorcan though, no?"

The cry of disgust that erupted from Aelin and the all too loud laugh from the other didn't make Elide register the words right away, but as soon as she realised what they had said, her stomach began to twist and turn, and not like when Lorcan accidentally brushed her hand or when he put his hand on her thigh during movie nights. Oh no.

With a movement she didn't know she had the physical skills to make, she shifted the covers off her body and launched herself into the hallway, slamming her hand against the bathroom door and throwing herself to the floor in front of the toilet before the highly concentrated alcoholic contents in her stomach spilled onto the floor.

As she vomited and Lysandra tied up her hair, massaging her back, Elide felt her heart break slowly. She wanted to turn around, to ask Aelin what had happened, or maybe not. She groaned as another gag shook her body and her eyes filled with tears once more as she puked what could only be alcohol.

"How do you still have stuff in your stomach?" muttered Aelin from outside the bathroom door.

Elide didn't blame her, vomit was disgusting and she was particularly sensitive to the sound of gagging. The only reason Lysandra wasn't the least bit uncomfortable was her younger sister Evangeline, who she had practically raised without anyone's help. Whatever came out of a person's body, their friend had already seen it in all shapes and colours.

Elide cursed herself for thinking such a thing while she was bent over the toilet throwing up, because it pushed her over the edge one more time and a sob wracked her body, "Fuck-" she managed to mutter between spits.

"I thought you weren't going to barf any more after last night," Lys said, continuing to rub her back.

"True," Aelin mumbled a little louder, "did you keep drinking after?"

Elide managed to turn her head towards the door, seeing that her friend was sitting on the floor just outside the bathroom. She grimaced as a gust of air that smelled like vomit reached her nose, "After what?"

"You and Lorcan left after you threw up," Lys explained to her. Elide didn't bother turning towards her, she didn't have the energy, "And you threw up so much Ellie, everywhere. It's weird that you have anything else to reject."

It wasn't weird at all considering the only thing Elide remembered was the amounts of alcohol she had ingested. She'd started just before seven with straight tequila, desperate to see how indifferent people were to the biggest catastrophic problems in human history, and everyone knew she couldn't handle alcohol even in small amounts. But Elide was also known to be the type who could drink for hours without ever feeling sick, if she now found herself bent over the toilet the next morning, it meant she had gone too far.

"I don't remember anything."

"It's okay, don't worry about it," Aelin said and Elide felt a shiver run through her body at the hint of mischief in her voice. She braced herself mentally to hear how much she'd actually whored out the night before, "We're here to fix the memory loss."

Lysandra made a disgusted noise as Elide flushed the toilet and the water stirred underneath them, but she patted her shoulders and pulled herself up, "You need to take a shower first though. Because you smell like death."

"Geez, thanks," Elide murmured as she began to undress.

The grin that appeared on Aelin's face made her hands freeze around the hem of her shirt. The other arched an eyebrow, looking into her eyes, "What? Lorcan is the only one you can flash?"

Elide closed her eyes, bringing her hands to her face and then let go a scream of frustration.

"Exactly."

Oh, god.

"I remember..." Elide scoffed, running her hands through her hair. When her fingers reached the tips, she was horrified to find they were encrusted with what was surely vomit from the night before. "Fuck."

Lysandra snickered beside her, "Why were you so drunk that you didn't realise what you were doing so damn early?"

Elide looked at her, and although she knew the question was only asked to tease her more, there was a note of concern in her tone. Her shoulders sagged a little and she shook her head, starting to undress undisturbed, "I set out to research a few things and the world is a shitty place and there was nothing I could do in the immediate future to save us all so I got drunk."

"Sounds like alcoholism," Aelin joked.

Both Lysandra and Elide laughed, "If you knew what I found out you'd get drunk too," the latter added.

"Send everything my way." the blonde winked at her, and then they went out, leaving her alone to wash away the sins of the night before and letting her mind travel. And Elide's mind travelled far too much as she racked her brains to remember Lorcan's reactions to a naked her.

After her friends had told her everything that had happened the night before. From her taking her clothes off in front of her best friend, to him getting stuck in their bathroom and calling Aelin for help, to her dancing with Kyllian specifically to make her roommate jealous - or so the drunk her seemed to have justified her actions - to Fenrys saving her from what was sure to end up being just casual sex that would only widen the gap between her and Lorcan.

Gap that apparently wasn't as pronounced as she thought.

Aelin and Lysandra had told her about the way he had pushed his way through the crowd and joined Elide on the dance floor. The way they had danced to one of their favourite songs until they had been on the verge of kissing.

Elide had never been so relieved to know that she'd thrown up on someone. And that her plan to attract Lorcan had worked.

She was cooking now, thinking about how bad it would have been for her to find out they'd kissed without having even the slightest recollection of it happening, when the front door opened and the boy who was the object of her dreams walked into the kitchen.

He stopped in the doorway, looking at her with the most emotionless face Elide had ever seen him wear.

"Hello, handsome." she murmured, continuing to cook.

Lorcan stood still in the threshold for a while without saying anything, as if to sort the situation out. Then, without taking his eyes off what she was doing, he took off his jacket and shoes and walked into the kitchen, "How are you feeling?"

Elide had her back to him as she washed some tomatoes, "Just a bit of a headache. I threw up again when I woke up, but other than that I'm fine."

"Did you drink some water? Had breakfast?" he asked her.

Elide shook her head looking at him, "I woke up after noon, Aelin and Lysandra came over." then frowned, "I think it's their fault I threw up."

Lorcan chuckled, "Sure, absolutely." then he gathered his hair into a messy bun and Elide focused on the way the muscles of his biceps tensed every time he pulled on the elastic, "It's not the alcoholic coma from last night at all."

Elide gathered some courage and taking a deep breath, said, "About last night-"

"We don't have to talk about it," Lorcan immediately interrupted her.

She looked up at him, trying not to show any emotion, trying to read his on that sculptural face that remained impassive. Then, seeing the way he was looking at her, she came to a conclusion.

She arched an eyebrow, plastering a grin on her face, "Does this mean you didn't like my tits?"

Lorcan turned red in the face before stuttering, "No. I mean, yes! No, fuck. Shit... I don't know."

Elide chuckled and began to dress their salad, "You've never seen a pair of tits before?" she asked knowing full well how untrue that was.

When she had moved into the flat, both she and he had had their own wild nights out where they brought home a different partner every weekend. On one occasion, Elide had been stunned when she came out of her room and bumped into a girl she had spent the night with a few weeks earlier. The girl had only bid her good morning, winking, before returning to Lorcan's room.

"No, it's not that," he muttered, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"So surely you'll have other samples to compare my boobs to and you'll be able to tell me if they're above average," she continued, prolonging this gentle torture.

He sat down, both elbows resting on the table, and rested his chin on his clasped hands. He looked into her eyes for a few seconds, then whispered, "What are you doing?"

"I'm making our lunch," she replied innocently.

She heard him breathe through his nose, "Why are we talking about your tits, I meant?"

"Uh," she smiled, casting him another quick glance, "I didn't think you were so grossed out that you can't even handle a conversation about them."

The frown on his face went deeper and deeper. He remained silent for so long that Elide thought he would never say anything again, that she would never get his thoughts on her breasts, but when she served the salad, sitting down in front of him, he finally spoke.

"It's not that," he repeated, looking away, "they're very nice. Balanced." he began to eat undisturbed and Elide grimaced in amusement, finding a way to keep the conversation going.

"Balanced? What are they? An economic system?"

Lorcan clenched his jaw, setting his fork down on his plate and looking into her face again. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, that she was risking losing her sanity, but she had to know, had to-

"They're perfect and, maybe they are because they're attached to you, but they're probably the most beautiful tits I've ever seen."

Elide's brain shut down. And he seemed to realise it too because the shadow of a smile began to form on his lips.

Lorcan leaned forward on the table and her eyes snapped to his arms. Fingers flexing, interlocking, caught her attention completely. She returned her gaze to his, feeling her body heat up as he resumed speaking. "If I'm going to be completely honest... If you want the details, Elide," the way he said her name made her most intimate part clench around nothing, "I've never seen such nice, small nipples and that pink?" he shut his eyes, moaning as he brought one of the tomatoes to his mouth and wrapped his lips around the fork.

Elide swallowed the mouthful that had been in her mouth for over a minute and nearly choked when he opened his eyes again and they were darker than normal if that was possible.

She looked away, too many feelings building up inside her, but crossed her legs, trying to relieve some of the tension there.

"Wasn't that enough, Ellie?" he asked in a rough voice, biting into an olive, making sure she saw the way his lips closed around it.

She swallowed again, "No, it was fine..." she cleared her throat when it came out too weak, "Thanks for the feedback."

Lorcan let go a throaty chuckle, "The pleasure is all mine."

***

Like every Sunday evening, the whole group had gathered at the twins' house. And that night everyone was there, although Vaughan and Vesta, along with Aedion and Sorrel, had gone out into the back yard a few hours ago and had not yet returned. Elide suspected they'd taken to smoking.

Those left in the house were playing one of the most popular games, "I feel like."

The game had no real objective, other than to embarrass people or get them to confess to extreme or obscene sexual acts. It was simply a matter of drawing a card, reading what it said and giving it to the person you thought had done the closest thing to what was described on the card. The only real rule was that you had to tell the whole story of what happened if the card you were handed told the truth.

Quite often the game would be interrupted because one of the two sides of the various couples would cheat, change the rules and instead of passing it on to the appropriate person, they would pass it on to their partner as an invitation to lock themselves in the first spare room they could find to experiment with what was asked by the game.

The cards could range from as basic things as "I feel like your first time was in a public restroom." to as a bit more hardcore as "I feel like you got fisted in the woods."

And in that moment, Elide had a strong feeling that Rowan and Aelin would soon be going home.

"Oh my fucking god," Rowan muttered as he read the words on the card, turning red from head to toe. He looked up at Aelin, swallowing and making his adam's apple bob, "Where do you even find these games?"

Elide giggled beside him, "There's a girl on the internet who updates the cards every month and puts them up for sale, we take turns to see who has to buy them each time."

"Oh god," he said shaking his head. When he slid the card in Aelin's direction, the girl leaned towards him to leave a soft kiss on his lips and when they broke away they were both smiling. Aelin read what was written on the card and for a second it seemed like the colour drained from her face, but then she blinked and cleared her throat, looking at Rowan with wide eyes.

"Maybe we should go away. To try it out." she murmured, so quietly that only those on the couch with them heard her.

Elide looked up at the boy next to her, or rather, behind her, to see if he was listening, but he seemed lost in thought. He had been absentmindedly stroking her arm since they had settled there, and Elide didn't think she had ever been so relaxed in her life.

She and Lorcan were sitting at one end of the sofa, opposite to Rowan and Aelin, her between his legs and with her back against his chest. Every time one of them laughed, their bodies moved closer together and now she had her head resting on the part of his chest between his neck and shoulder.

She was home.

Fenrys and Connall, across the living room, sitting on the floor, booed.

"You can't pass them all on to her!" complained Lysandra.

Aelin didn't even look at her as she spoke, her eyes always fixed on Rowan's, as if they were having a telepathic conversation, "Lys, shut up."

Her friend gasped, bringing a hand to her mouth.

"I say we vote to kick them out of the room," Asterin said, in exactly the same position she was in, but between her boyfriend's legs. Half the people in the room raised their hands to the sky, making Aelin roll her eyes.

Fenrys nodded, always ready to back Asterin up in whatever situation they were in, "It's starting to smell like Rowaelin in here."

Lorcan chuckled behind her, knocking her forward. And as the others lost themselves in the chatter, Elide shifted her gaze to Manon, who sat in the armchair next to the couch, one hand in Dorian's hair, who sat with his head resting on the armrest.

Her friend's bright eyes sparkled with malice as she arched an eyebrow and gestured to the boy she was practically sitting on. Elide felt her cheeks blush, but smiled naively at her, pretending not to know what she was alluding to. Manon smiled back.

Elide had never spoken openly to her about Lorcan, not in that way at least, but she knew Manon knew - in fact, now that she thought about it, she had never had to do that with anyone. Everyone had been rather quick to catch on that. Everyone except Lorcan.

The hand on her arm stopped, clinging completely against her skin and Elide had to force herself not to look at him, but then he lowered himself onto her and whispered in her ear, "Ellie."

She turned her head just enough to look at him and his lips brushed her cheek, so briefly that she thought she had imagined it. Lorcan had pulled back and was now looking into her eyes, "Your turn."

She blinked and turned towards the others, only realising at that moment that all eyes were on them. She felt her face burn, but she nodded, putting a hand on Lorcan's knee and pushing herself forward, rubbing her ass on the crotch of his trousers. She'd been doing this all night, all night teasing him, just as he was teasing her, brushing the side of the breasts from time to time.

And each time, Lorcan would burst into a coughing fit and move further back, which only gave Elide a chance to grind even harder against him in an attempt to regain the comfortable position they were in before.

As she settled back into her seat, she met Fenrys' gaze, who had a shit-eating grin on his face. She lowered her eyes to the maroon card in her hands quickly, shimming her hips between his legs. Lorcan's hands ended on her shoulders and she looked up at him, batting her eyelids like a fawn.

"Stop moving around so much," he grumbled.

She smiled gently and then took up reading. She hadn't touched alcohol that night, for obvious reasons, but she still found it hard to understand what was written there when Lorcan's fingers began to draw imaginary lines across her bare skin.

"I feel like..." she whispered, her eyes going wide. She looked across the sofa at Rowan.

The friend gave her a chuckle, "I told you they seemed a bit extreme."

I feel like you performed a titjob on someone while being eaten out.

Before she could realise what she was doing, she said, "Can I give myself the card or...?"

Dorian turned a quizzical look on her, "You know you have to-"

Fenrys shrieked something unintelligible, but that stopped Dorian. Manon above them clenched her hands into fists, her eyes half-closed at the sudden commotion, "I haven't killed you yet just because-"

"Yeah yeah, just because of Asterin, I get it," Fenrys replied moving a hand midair, his gaze never leaving Elide's, who in a moment of clarity realised what Dorian was about to say. What the blond said only served to confirm her fear, "But Elide just confessed to doing whatever is written on it and I want to know every detail."

She felt Lorcan stiffen behind her and then Elide realised something else entirely. He must have read what was written on the card.

"So?" pressed Aelin, leaning over Rowan and snatching the card from Elide's hands. She opened her mouth wide with an amused expression, then put on a pout, looking at her boyfriend, "These are the things I sometimes wish you'd be a little more open about."

Rowan arched an eyebrow, reading the card in turn, "We can do those two things at the same time and without anyone else having to see you naked."

Lysandra, next to them, picked up the card, "Oh, Aedion and I did that too. Although it was a normal blowjob, no titty job." she exclaimed happily.

One thing that pleased Elide greatly was the fact that no one in that room would judge her for what she did in the bedroom and who she did it with. Also because there was a high probability that they had done it too.

And slowly the card was passed among all the members of their group and when it reached Fenrys and Asterin, the girl winked at Elide, murmuring a sensual, "I've never done it, but I'm sure it wouldn't hurt." Fenrys winked behind her, intertwining their hands. Asterin's smile only grew wider, before she added, "You have our numbers."

Elide blushed, but smiled anyway, nodding.

Everyone began to talk about the various possibilities, as they did during every turn, and the card finally passed from Dorian and Manon and the two exchanged only a glance before giving the card to Lorcan.

Lorcan who was taking deep breaths one after the other and had his eyes closed. Elide had never seen him so focused in her life. She noticed the way he contracted and relaxed his jaw repeatedly and frowned.

Was he alright?

She ran a finger over his thigh to get his attention, tracing a line from his knee to where his leg touched her hip and Lorcan let go a shuddering breath, opening his eyes slightly and tightening his grip on her shoulders, "I don't think you should do that." his voice so hoarse and deep that Elide felt her stomach knot. She didn't understand what he was referring to.

And then she felt it.

Hard and... thick against her ass.

She opened her eyes wide, pointing them at him, and held her breath. She had to stop herself from opening her mouth in surprise, but she couldn't stop herself when her hips pushed against Lorcan's now obvious erection.

Elide had never been so happy to hear Fenrys' laughter as she was at that moment, because if it hadn't been for the sudden noise, the moans that escaped them both would have been heard all too well and neither of them would have been able to look at anyone else in the room for the rest of their lives.

Lorcan swallowed, breathing through his nostrils, and his gaze fell to her lips. Her eyes did the same and she didn't care that they were among everyone and would have everyone's eyes on them if they did exactly what Elide was thinking, because his lips parted slightly and he whispered her name and she was lost.

Without thinking about it for another second, Elide turned just enough to have her face directly in front of his and closed her eyes, feeling his lips brush hers. She released a breath she didn't know she was holding, "Lorcan,"

And then she kissed him, and it was exactly as she had always dreamed it would be, as his lips moved with hers and they tasted and breathed from each other. A sound that Elide had never made in her life rose up her throat as Lorcan shifted and with a sharp movement of his hips turned her fully towards him and now she was on her knees in front of him, both of them breathing heavily as they looked into each other's eyes.

Someone coughed in the room and she heard Aelin whisper a weak "fucking finally", but Elide didn't give a shit.

She placed her hands on Lorcan's face, tilting his head back so she could reach him better. The second his hands landed on her hips, their lips collided again in a fierce kiss and his tongue found its way into her mouth.

The first touch of their tongues was like having a thousand fireworks explode in her mouth.

"Okay, it's time to join the others," Manon murmured.

Elide heard Fenrys mutter, "Please not on the couch, there are guest rooms upstairs."

Lorcan pulled away from her just enough to see what was going on around them and her hands slid around his neck, ending in his hair as she admired the line of his cheekbones and the way his lashes caressed his skin every time he closed his eyes.

God, he was beautiful.

"Which one can we use?" asked Lorcan as he looked at Fenrys.

Elide's eyes went wide, causing him to turn towards her. She ran a thumb over his lower lip, smirking, "So sure of yourself."

Without missing a beat, Lorcan mimicked her grin and squeezed her hips, "You don't want to?"

Elide smiled, turning towards her friends, stopping to look at Fenrys, "The second on the left right?"

When the owner of the house winked at her, nodding, she stood up, pulling Lorcan with her, who had a confused look on his face, "Why do you know that?"

She had the decency to blush, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs, "You don't want to know."

Lysandra burst out laughing as everyone resumed their seats on the floor or the couch, "You really don't."

Elide tugged at him more insistently, not looking at Lorcan's reaction to those words. She just wanted to get to the room and lock herself in with him.

When she felt his hand settle on her hip and slide down to her ass cheek, where he paused to give it a squeeze, she almost turned and slammed him against the wall just so she could continue kissing him how she needed to.

They arrived in front of the door and she stopped with her fingers on the handle, once inside there would be no stopping. There would be no point of return.

His fingers brushed her cheek and she turned to face him, who now wore a ravenous, excited look, but Elide could see the concern and hesitation in taking the next step, "We don't have to do anything, Ellie."

She nodded, because she knew that was the case, but squeezed his hand to emphasize what he said, "But I want to."

"Good thing, cause the thought of you fucking those two gave me some ideas."

She grinned, placing a hand on his chest, "I wasn't the one doing the titty work, but we can always try."

Lorcan groaned softly at the knowledge of Elide licking another girl and then pushed the door open, backing in and taking his-

Whatever Elide was at that moment to him, it wasn't important.

The only thing that was important was his lips on hers.

The difference in height wasn't making it easy for him, and when he leaned down even further, never breaking the kiss, to run his hands under her knees and pull her up, Elide seemed to understand that right away and, pulling away just enough to jump into his arms, they found themselves on each other in seconds.

Lorcan bit her lower lip, making her moan, and when he moved to her jaw, nipping lightly at her skin, Elide threw her head back, pushing her hips against his and drawing a groan from both of them.

He immediately took the opportunity to latch his lips onto the smooth, quivering skin of her neck, feeling the bed behind his knees and sitting up, letting her straddle him. His hands moved up her legs, caressing her inner thighs, but never really getting close to where she needed him most.

Elide began to grope his chest, grazing the skin of his arms, but never staying in one spot, until Lorcan began to suck at the bare skin between her neck and shoulder and she nudged him slightly.

He quickly pulled away, panting, "What?"

There were too many layers. Keeping her eyes fixed on his, Elide lowered her hands to the hem of her shirt and slipped it off in one swift movement. She smiled smugly when she could finally see Lorcan's reaction to her bare tits.

His eyes were slightly wider than usual and his pupils so dilated that Elide realised that she had never noticed that Lorcan's eye colour was not black, but just a very dark brown. When he looked at her, the words died in her throat.

"I love it when you don't wear a bra," he murmured, reaching up to her and brushing her lips with his, "But I love even more the way you shiver every time I do this."

Elide didn't have a chance to dwell on the way he'd said love, because without her noticing, his hands had found their place on her waist and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out in pleasure when he brushed the sides of her breasts with his thumbs.

He pushed himself further against her, brushing his lips over her ear, "When we're alone and you don't have to hold back, I want you to scream my name." and then he moved quickly, leaving only a light kiss on her shoulder before his lips closed around a sensitive nipple.

With the first sweep of his tongue around the hard bead, Elide whimpered, pushing her hips down against his and making him moan into her chest. She brought her hands into his hair, clenching and pulling each time his teeth bit or scraped the sensitive skin around the nipple.

When he seemed to want to move on to the other breast, Elide shook her head, pulling his hair back to its roots and forcing her mouth against his, making him grunt. She had to feel him.

"Lorcan," she breathed, between kisses, "I need to touch you."

One of her hands slipped between the two of them, palming him through the sweatpants that did little to hide Lorcan's huge boner. He moaned against her chin, "Fuck."

They pulled apart again and when he had stripped off his shirt, Elide didn't waste a moment and pressed her bare chest against his, causing him to fall back onto the mattress.

Lorcan had other ideas though, because in one smooth motion she found herself lying on her back, his gentle weight pressing her against the covers and his bright smile lighting up his face. He left a kiss on her nose, on her lips and then down to the split in the middle of her breasts and her eyes rolled back in her head as a flashback from two nights before appeared in her head, of Lorcan doing the same thing with his eyes as they danced.

"Can I take these off?" he asked her, once he reached her hips where he was leaving kisses light as feathers.

Elide was breathing raggedly, but nodded when she understood he was talking about her leggings. Still keeping her eyes closed, she lifted her hips off the mattress, closing her fists around the covers as her bottoms disappeared along with her socks and the cold air hit her bare skin.

Now only the thin fabric of her black panties separated her from achieving what she wanted.

That and Lorcan's slacks.

"Ellie." she heard him as he came back on top of her, one knee between her legs to keep his balance. She licked her lip, opening her eyes and keeping her gaze fixed on him, on that perfect face.

"Do you have a condom?" she asked in a whisper, as if afraid the answer would be no. She had them, but they were downstairs, in her purse, and she had no desire to leave the room right then.

Lorcan arched an eyebrow, "I'm not having sex with you tonight, Elide."

She frowned, folding her arms under her and propping herself up on her elbows, "What does that mean?"

"That I'm not completely sober," he said, leaning his head towards her chest, keeping his eyes fixed in hers, "And the first time it'll be inside you," he murmured in a rougher voice, placing a light kiss on the nipple he hadn't licked before, "I want it to be at a time when I'm lucid and can remember all the noises and moans you make." and then he gave the same attention to her other breast, pushing her against the mattress one more time, until Elide was a squirming mess under him and deemed his treatment sufficient.

"Now I'm going to slip these off," Lorcan murmured, grazing a finger along the hem of her panties, and Elide shuddered, "and touch you. Here." the same finger slid across her covered folds, starting at her clit and following her slit to her entrance. "Already so wet for me."

Elide thrashed on the bed, moaning softly as he applied a little more pressure, "Stop teasing, we'll have time for that when we get home." she managed to toss out between shaky breaths.

"Understood ma'am." he taunted, grabbing the edges of the thing and pulling it down. The sound that burst from him was completely animalistic and threatened to make Elide come before he even really touched her. "So beautiful." he said, kneeling in front of her.

Lorcan's hands wrapped around her ankles and he pushed her legs up, placing her feet on the edge of the bed, until she was left with her knees bent and her pussy at his full disposal. Elide risked looking down between her legs and her eyes locked into his as he lowered himself onto her and smiled.

The way her chest rose and fell made her tits bounce and Lorcan seemed to appreciate it, but he didn't seem to be planning to do anything. Elide tipped her head back, whispering in a weak voice, "Do something, please."

He laughed and her muscles flexed, clenching around nothing. It was at that moment that she felt him, his breath on the most sensitive part of her body. "I'm going to make you cum so fast you won't have time to count to a hundred."

Lorcan's fingers came off her ankles and went to part her lips, making her feel the warm air of his breathe even more. He parted them until he was satisfied and Elide lowered her gaze just as his tongue made contact with her throbbing core. A rush of pleasure coursed through her body, making her legs tremble, "Lor," she moaned.

"Mh, El," he closed his lips around her clit, pressing his tongue against the pearl over and over, until Elide repeated his name like a prayer, "So good. You taste so good."

Her hands ended up in his hair again, pushing his face against her sex, seeking more. She began to move her hips, following the strokes of his mouth on her, but one of Lorcan's arms slithered around her pelvis and pinned her to the bed, lapping her juices as with his thumb he reached to massage her clit with such precision that Elide knew that whatever she would do on her own in the future, she would never be able to match how he was making her feel.

Elide cried out in pleasure, bringing a hand to her mouth as she felt his tongue thrust into her and an all too familiar warmth build up in the pit of her stomach.

She brought one hand up to massage the nipple he had only kissed and made a choked sound, her hips jerking upwards.

Lorcan moaned against her, a new sound, different from any he'd made so far, and Elide couldn't help herself. She pulled herself up onto her elbows, continuing to touch herself as he kept sending jolts of pleasure with every thrust of his tongue and every caress of his thumb, and the sight of him eating her out would have been enough to push her over the edge, but the hand wrapped around his thick, throbbing cock pumping relentlessly was the thing that made her eyes roll back and explode as the rope inside her snapped. Her legs gave out, falling over the edge of the bed and finding their place on Lorcan's shoulders.

Her mouth gaped open in a silent scream as her whole body trembled in pleasure as wave after wave surged through her and her back arched so wide she broke away from the bed.

Lorcan didn't stop touching her, but he pulled his mouth away from her, still massaging her clit until Elide was too sensitive and with a groan she tightened a hand around his wrist to push him away. She heard him grunt and then moan, but she didn't have the strength to lower her gaze to what she knew very well was a cumming Lorcan.

She was breathing hard, one hand on her stomach to rest and the other still clasped around his.

Every now and then her body was shaken by a spasm, but she managed to calm down after a few minutes and close her aching legs. She rolled onto her side, letting go of his wrist.

Lorcan was also breathless and kept his forehead pressed against the edge of the bed.

Elide felt a tinge of pain tingle through her heart. She pulled herself up just enough to look into his face, "Lor?"

She reached out a hand towards him, placing it on his shoulder, at which he raised his head and looked at her with bright eyes and an open mouth, "Are you alright?"

She nodded, smiling at him and falling back into the now unmade blankets, "Never been better."

He chuckled deeply, moving from his position on the floor and causing at least two joints in his legs to crack.

The moment Elide saw he'd managed to get at least halfway out of his trousers, her throat went dry. And her brain forgot how to talk when she noticed he wasn't wearing boxers. Elide knew Lorcan often went commando, but seeing it with her own eyes was a different story. Seeing him, was a completely different thing from feeling him against her.

She swallowed. She'd intended to scold him for taking all the fun out of both of them by touching himself, but maybe Elide had overestimated her abilities, because the idea of having to give Lorcan a blowjob when his dick was like this-

"If you keep looking at me like that I'm not sure I can keep the promise I made to myself," he murmured in a serious voice.

Elide looked up at his face and sighed as she saw his eyes as dark as before, just moments before he pulled off his clothes completely and lay down beside her on the other side of the bed.

It didn't take her even half a second to wrap herself around him and press her body against Lorcan's side as he draped an arm around her shoulders.

His fingertips began to trace idle lines on her shoulder as he had done only half an hour before on the couch in front of everyone.

A satisfied and surprised laugh came out of her. Lorcan put his hand under her chin and when she looked up at him he had an equally satisfied smile on his lips. He pushed her head towards his, causing their mouths to collide in a brief kiss that was chaste in comparison to what they had just done and when they broke away, Elide frowned, "I didn't like you touching yourself without giving me a chance to enjoy this in turn."

The corner of Lorcan's mouth turned up, "Sorry honey, but seeing you naked like that on the bed for me has been my dream for a little too long and I was sure I would have come in zero time if I had let you touch me. It would have been embarrassing." he whispered, caressing her cheek.

Elide tried to suppress a smile, failing miserably. She decided to tease him a little, "I thought I heard you say you lasted long in bed, didn't you?"

He chuckled, "You know it's hard to rely on stamina when the girl in question is you."

At those words she felt a particularly strong surge of affection for the boy who had given her one of the most intense orgasms she had ever received and she pushed herself closer against him, making her bare breasts feel against his skin.

Lorcan turned slightly towards her, looking into her face.

He looked so relaxed.

She knew he was.

But there was something that didn't allow her to be one hundred percent.

She fixed her eyes on his, placing a hand on his chest, over his heart. The hand Lorcan had held behind his head until now came to rest on hers, squeezing her fingers tight.

Elide took a shuddering breath, "Now what?"

Lorcan suppressed a yawn, "I guess it's not a problem if we stay here and sleep-"

"No, I'm saying," she interrupted him, looking away, "what do we do now? You and I." then, realizing that question couldn't have been more vague, she closed her eyes, mustering courage, "What are we now?"

"Whatever you want us to be, Ellie," he said softly, starting to stroke her hand, "But I want one thing to be clear. And I'd like you to look at me while I say it."

Elide opened her eyes, lifting her chin slightly so she could see him better, and gave him a small smile, which he immediately returned.

"What is it?"

Lorcan's gaze moved to her lips, before returning to her eyes, "I like you, Elide."

She stopped breathing.

"I really like you and whatever you decide to do with me, I'll respect that, but I also want to say that if you don't want anything exclusive, then this will have been a one night stand and won't happen again."

Although she also wanted exactly the same things, hearing him say them made her chest hurt, because the prospect of not being able to have him again so soon after just finally finding him hurt.

She cleared her throat, nodding, "I like you too." she whispered, noticing his eyes widen a little, "And I don't want you going with any other girls besides me if we decide to continue with this." Lorcan nodded, agreeing with her, then continued, "If you don't want a relationship right away, I can understand that, but know that I do." she felt herself blush as she finally admitted the truth out loud, looking away, "And I know our situation isn't the best with being roommates and all-"

"Our situation is perfect," Lorcan corrected her, moving a strand of hair out of her face.

She looked at him again, seeing him smile.

"Ellie, you're my best friend. The person who knows me the most out of all the people I consider important. We already live together, we won't have to fight over who to stay at every night. We won't have to go on any awkward first dates and the sex seems phenomenal to me," a lump formed in her throat as she tried to keep her breathing regular, but found it difficult when he smiled at her more broadly, "I waited months for you to see that the playlists were all declarations and hoped that after Friday night something would change. For once I won."

Elide figured he was talking about what had happened at the club, but if she was going to be completely honest... "I was the one who showed you my tits twice, letting you know I wanted something more. Don't take all the credit."

Lorcan burst out laughing and it sounded more scratchy than usual, "I'm sorry, you're right."

He kissed her again and again, and held her close as he ran his fingers through her hair and murmured the words to a love song, and before long she fell asleep in his arms, making Lorcan the happiest man in the world.

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[spencerhotchner]

finally safe {spencer reid}

summary: life has been unkind to you but when you feel like giving up, Spencer is right there to help you out.

warnings: depression, suicide attempt, suicide planing, drug abuse, a lot of angst, swearing and my bad grammar (if u find anything else pls lemme know)

word count: 1.1k

A/N: this isn’t my finest work, i haven’t written in a while and i wrote this to comfort myself, this is how i wish it was to my gf who committed suicide last year. this is fully based on her story and what she told me about it. if you are struggling, pls reach out! there’s always another way.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you felt disappointed. Damn, when would it work? The amount of pills you took we’re supposed to have killed you, and yet you have woken up. Again. You’re starting run out of options, you’re staring to get desperate. The world is suffocating you.

You looked to the clock to see what time was it and how late were you. Since you did not even plan on waking up, no alarms were programmed. As soon as you saw it was almost noon, you freaked out.

“Fuck!” you curse to yourself.

Hurrying up to check your phone to see if the team needed anything. A few missed calls from Hotch, Spencer and Emily, Spencer had also sent text messages.

Spence: y/n, is everything good? 8:38

Spence: you’re never this late 9:00

Spence: y/n????? 9:52

Spence: i’m worried pls answer 10:12

A smile was inevitable, you loved him too much and it sure felt good to know he wanted to know how you were doing. However, as fast as the smile came it disappeared, you did not want him to worry about you, you did not want him to be stuck with you. He deserved so much more, in your mind. You felt the tears coming as you started typing.

You: hi, spence! i’m good, i think i have the flu or something... don’t worry! 11:54

You: i’m about to call hotch about it. thanks for checking in tho! 11:54

Spence: oh i’m sorry to hear that :( hope u gonna feel fine soon, i already miss you here! 11:56

Truth is, you wouldn’t call Hotch. Not knowing he would noticed something was up, he always did, after all, he was good at his job. You sent a quick text to him, letting him know that you’re sick, that should be enough since you’re never absent at work.

You blocked your phone starring at the ceiling. This night, it would be this night. You were sure about your decision, you highly doubt anyone could change your mind. You looked at the bathroom seeing your pills, those didn’t work. But maybe the will tonight, you thought.

You ordered your favorite lunch, penne con pesto alla genovese and enjoyed every single piece of it, after all it would be your last one. Doing stuff for the last time made you enjoy them, more then you have in a pretty long time. You liked it.

Soon enough you started writing letters, to each one of your close friends and boyfriend. You knew they loved you and knew they would miss you, that is why you want to assure they will not take it up on them. They needed to understand that your pain, unfortunately, was grater than that. It was unbearable. When you were done with the last one, which as Spencer’s, there were tears all over the paper. You laughed a bit thinking he would profile it.

Now, what kind of medicine would kill me? you began thinking. You freaking took 10 pills of clonazepam and did not work, maybe 20? That was the exact moment you looked at the balcony. That’s it. That was perfect, the chances of survival would be less than 10%.

You spent the whole afternoon eating ice cream and watching Friends, laughed a bit and enjoyed your last moments. It was about 8 p.m when Spencer called you. You smiled a bit about it, his voice.

“Hey, just wanted to check up on you.” he says. “I’ve been kinda worried about you.”

You’re heart aches, you did not want this. You did not want him feeling stuck with you and your bad feelings.

“Hi, um, I’m good, Spence.” you answer. “Just kinda tired.”

“You sure, baby?” you can picture the exact face he’s doing.

“Yes, Spencer, I’m sure.” you say and laugh. “I... I love you, like, I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Y/N...” you can hear his voice getting worried.

“Don’t forget that, please. I’m so thankful for everything you have done do me and for all we lived.” you can feel the tears coming, but you would not let it show. He did not need to worry.

“I could never forget it, Y/N.” he lets a sigh out of his mouth. “Why are you saying this?”

“Because I am, it’s important to tell the people you love how much you love them, you know?”

“Right...” he says. “I love you.”

“Love you more, bye, Spence.”

As quick as ever you hang up the phone, the tears started to come as heavy as they could. Why was all this happening to you? It had to be right now. You had to go right now. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You took a look in the mirror just to see yourself once more. Observe every single detail, those that you hate and understand why you’re doing it. You needed to see how bad and broken you looked, you deserved the pain. Then you walked to your balcony, staring a bit at the sky, it look beautiful tonight. You put one of your legs out and the other one is still inside, while you’re looking at how tall your apartment is placed in.

The concentration you had in your actions was so big that you did not notice when your front door had been opened. Spencer walked, calmly towards you. Trying not to scare his girlfriend, so that she wouldn’t fall.

“Babe...” you hear. “Look at me, please.”

You close your eyes as you turn to face your boyfriend. As soon as you open your eyes you regret doing it. His eyes looked sad and disappointed. He was disappointed at you.

“Just... Just go, Spence. You don’t have to watch this.” you say.

“Y/N, just... Please get down.” he comes a little bit closer. “I wanna help you, I wanna be here for you and I can’t do it if you’re not here.” takes another step. “I can’t loose you, I can’t live without you, Y/N...”

“I-I can’t do this anymore, Spence...” you let a sob out. “It hurts too much...”

You close your eyes once again, trying to stop the tears. You didn’t have time to open your eyes before you felt two hands on you, bringing you back to your apartment, and then hugging you tightly.

“I-I’m so sorry” you say while sobbing. “I-I...”

“Shh, it’s ok...” your boyfriend tells you while hugging you even more. “I’m right here, and I won’t go anywhere. I love you, Y/N.”

You tried to say something but nothing would come out if not sobs. You felt Spencer’s arms holding you so tight and you felt like home, like for the first time in a while, things would be ok. Maybe, suicide wasn’t the way, after all. You open your eyes looking

“Thank you, Spence.” you were finally able to say something. “Thank you, for doing this.”

“There’s nothing in this world that I wouldn’t do for you.” he says. “Let me... Let me help you, please.”

You nod, resting your head on his chest, finally feeling like you had been found. Finally feeling safe.

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