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hunn1e-bunn1e · 4 months

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Dorm Heads - Zhongli Male Reader

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I'm sorry this took so long to post, Mystery anon! I've been super busy with personal stuff so I haven't had a lot of free time to work on this. I got pretty burned out at Idia's part and I couldn't be bothered to touch it up honestly; so, sorry about that. I hope this is what you wanted. — Benny🐰

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🌹 This hot headed boy was pretty surprised to find that the supposed magicless student from the orientation ceremony was not in fact magicless; seeing as you brought down a literal meteor and crushed the poor unsuspecting, feline resembling, monster. A meteor which appeared out of thin air and left no traces of damage behind after its impact. To say poor Riddle was confused and also fairly alarmed was an understatement.

🌹 Your mannerisms were very strange to him. You're very well spoken and composed; yet you're seemingly wise beyond your years. Why are you speaking as if you're in your 80s? Riddle won't lie though; for an old man you're quite good looking. If he didn't have a reputation to uphold and examples to set, he could stare at you all day long.

🌹 A dragon? Well… that explains a lot. No wonder the Dark Mirror couldn't detect magic in you; or at least, that's what he reasons with himself. Please; he needs an explanation, he's so confused. Upon seeing your dragon form though… Riddle is once again confused. Are dragons supposed to be that long? Not that he's complaining though; the way you make a massive bed out of yourself is hard to contest.

🌹 T‐Treasure? Him? That's— Now look here; no amount of buttering him up will make you exempt from the rules, You— you scoundrel! Riddle is not easily tricked! Even if he is a tad bit more lenient with you, no he's not. You have no proof.

🌹 You have a son now too!? Just what else aren't you telling him!? Riddle doesn't mind Xiao at all actually. He thinks that they're both similar in how dedicated they are to their work. The adeptus seems to only tolerate him though; which, while disheartening, he completely understands.

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🦁 Right off the bat Leona could smell it and immediately he knew; that ain't a damn human. However, he couldn't seem to pinpoint just what you were exactly. You smelled similar to his one sided rival, Malleus, but it was different somehow. In the end, he just chalked it up to you being a fae of some kind. He did find it bizarre that the Dark Mirror claimed you to be magicless and directly after that you used magic. Whatever, he just wants a nap.

🦁 Why the hell are you talking like that? You sound like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head. Seriously, who in the world says ‘quite’ anymore. But, Leona doesn't mind you going off on one of your long winded story times about your past. Your deep voice is very smooth and soothing to his ears and has lulled him to sleep successfully every time.

🦁 HA! He knew it; his nose is never wrong after all. Well… maybe Leona was off by a little; but you're certainly not a human. A dragon though? No wonder you smelled similar to his nemesis; except your scent is more earthy than the dragon fae's. Your dragon form makes a very comfortable body pillow to cling onto. Yes, he is indeed speaking from experience. What was said experience, you ask? You were taking a nap in your dorm room while in your dragon form and woke up with a wild lion beastman clinging onto you.

🦁 Treasure, huh? Okay, be prepared for him to call you nicknames of his own. Noodle is one that Leona uses the most; a way to endearingly tease you about the foreign look of your dragon form. Another one he likes to use is old man/gramps; a tease on the strange way you speak.

🦁 Oh dear Seven; please not another Cheka, he doesn't think he can deal with another gremlin in this lifetime. Thankfully for Leona though, the avian adeptus is far older than his hyperactive nephew and awfully cold too. The lion beastman is pretty sure that Xiao doesn't like him, but you've continually assured him that your son actually really enjoys his presence.

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🐙 His immediate impression of you was actually very positive! You seemed incredibly knowledgeable and well spoken. But what really caught Azul's attention was your apparently unrecognizable magic. The Dark Mirror proclaimed you magicless and yet shortly after the proclamation you displayed an exceptional control over stone and earth when you suddenly summoned a large stone pillar to attack your rampaging familiar. Color him intrigued.

🐙 My, what a strange way of speaking you have; are you perhaps anything like Diasomnia's Vice Dorm Head where you're far older than you appear? Azul actually doesn't find your mannerisms all that strange to be honest, he thinks it just gives a certain charm to you.

🐙 Oh, so you're a dragon are you? Would you perhaps be interested in signing a contract with him? It's for your benefit, he swears. No? Damn. Your dragon form reminds him a bit of various aquatic animals that populate the Coral Sea. Don't mind him calling you any names of fish you've never heard of, okay. Sometimes, if he's tired enough, Azul will allow you to cuddle with him in your dragon form. It's quite comfortable, so he doesn't mind too much.

🐙 Azul doesn't mind giving nicknames to people, but he's not too used to receiving from anyone other than Floyd and sometimes Jade. So when you refer to him as your treasure, he's caught off guard and pretty flustered. He'll never not be red in the face when you call him by that pet name, but he has a few of his own for you. Oarfish is one that he uses often, mostly in a teasing sense. Another is Ropefish, this one is used sparingly, he never told you why though.

🐙 Xiao… does not like him. The adeptus made it very clear upon their first meeting when he held the blade of his polearm to the poor cecaelia's throat and fixed him with the sharpest glare Azul had ever seen. It would seem that you told him about the whole contract debacle that went down before his overblot and your son wasn't going to forgive him any time soon.

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🪲 Kalim thought that you were really cool when he first saw you at the entrance ceremony! Not only did you help him put the fire on his butt out, you also summoned a huge meteor out of nowhere! “‘I will have order!’” You sounded so cool! Ah… but wait– didn't the Dark Mirror say that you were magicless? Oh whatever, it doesn't matter anyway.

🪲 Why do you talk like you're old? You look way too young to talk like that; maybe around Professor Crewel's age but that in itself is a stretch. Expect a lot of questions from Kalim; like a lot. How old are you really? Are you a fae? Were you raised by your grandparents? What do you mean you don't know what omg means? How did you get your hair so shiny? Why do you wear clothes like that? Where are you from? Do you have a job? What do you do for work? Why are you looking at him like that? Huh… who's Hu Tao?

🪲 A Dragon!? That's so cool! Our precious boy was completely blindsided by the revelation that you were, in fact, not a human. When you reveal your dragon form to him Kalim is ecstatic, attempting to wrap his arms around your now massive form. Most times you'll be lounging on his massive bed while in your dragon form as he lays in the middle of your coiled body; running his fingers through the fur on your neck and pressing kisses to your snout.

🪲 While he certainly doesn't mind receiving nicknames and pet names, actually he loves it, it makes him happy, but Kalim isn't one to give nicknames himself, he prefers to use their birth names because it feels more intimate. However, he's not against it when you call him your treasure, he's very happy, it makes him feel all warm and bubbly inside. He might call you Cobra from time to time but it definitely won't be too often.

🪲 You have a kid? Can he meet them!? Please, please, please! Yes? Yay! Your poor emo son was immediately glomped by the eldest prince of the scorching sands as soon as he entered the room. Kalim was so excited that he didn't even let the adeptus speak before he vomited questions at him. Xiao actually didn't mind him at all, the golden retriever-like boy reminded him of a certain one he once met in the Casm in Liyue.

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👑 Vil actually had a very positive but slightly strained impression of you. You were very well put together; a foreign beauty from another land if you will. Well dressed, well spoken and dashingly handsome; it would be a lie to say that he felt a bit threatened by your arrival to the NRC. Not only were you undeniably attractive though, you possessed an unknown magic that the Dark Mirror couldn't even identify. You were marvelous but mysterious, beautiful yet dangerous. He couldn't help but find himself lost in those glowing amber eyes as you summoned a translucent shield around yourself.

👑 Goodness you're like that Lilia fellow from Diasomnia, only taller, far more charming and much less with the times. Truly, your lack of knowledge about modern technology and tendency to forget your wallet is astonishing. You're like an old man trapped in a young man's body. Don't worry though, Vil will do his best to lay it all out clearly for you.

👑 I'm sorry, you're a what? Could you repeat that darling, Vil doesn't quite think he heard you right. Oh, a dragon, well… okay. He's never seen a real dragon before but something about that form of yours seems a bit… off should he say? You actually resemble more of a snake in his opinion. He won't cuddle with you in your dragon form, unfortunately. His clothes are far too expensive to be covered in dragon fur; but he will give you a few pets from a good distance away. Take what you can get, man.

👑 I need you to know that Vil is the fairest of them all, he's heard it all by now. Well… he thought he did. It wasn't really the pet name but the sincerity in that loving tone you used when you called him your treasure. Oh, how it made him swoon! You rascal, flattery will get you everywhere with him.

👑 Xiao… is afraid of him. One time, you left the two of them alone for ten minutes and came back to a trashed room, a grinning Vil and a beautified yaksha that was trembling in embarrassment and rage. Your poor emo son was holding himself high up and far away from the beautiful man by hanging onto his winged jade spear that was stabbed into the wall. The Pomfiore prefect was right though, green really is Xiao's color.

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💀 He recognized you from somewhere; he was sure of it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. From his tablet, Idia watched as the Dark Mirror addressed you as magicless; though, shortly after, you summoned a pillar of dark brown and amber colored stone to subdue your fire spewing familiar. You were so familiar, yet he couldn't think of where from, it was like some divine intervention was preventing it. Weird….

💀 You… How are you so clueless about technology? Just where the hell are you from that you don't know what a phone is? Your young appearance betrays your age too… You're like an irl anime character! Idia is absolutely raving! Hold on; let him write down a couple catchphrases and design you a costume! Don't worry, he'll teach you all he knows about modern tech as long as you go to this upcoming cosplay convention with him. You can be his main shielding healer from ‘Outworld Collision’!

💀 A dragon? Okay… so? Diasomnia's Dorm Head is kind of a dragon, so what's there to be surprised about? Your dragon form is a bit strange looking, but it's not like he'd actually tell you that; then again he's seen a lot of weird fantasy shit in the media he consumes on the daily, so he has no real reason to comment. Idia enjoy sitting in the middle of your coiled up serpentine body as he plays his games and reads his light novels; enthusiastically explaining the plot as he goes.

💀 T‐teasure? Your treasure? This poor man just about died when you called him that pet name for the first time. You thought he was so valuable that you compared him to treasure? Hold on, give Idia a second so he can compose himself, he's absolutely blue screening right now.

💀 Your son actually still has yet to meet Idia; he always psyches himself up to meet the yaksha but then chickens out at the last minute. He's just worried that if Xiao doesn't like him then you'll change your mind about being with him. It's not that he thinks the adeptus would purposely try and break the two of you up, he's just super paranoid.

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🐲 Malleus, of course, hadn't attended the orientation ceremony due to not receiving an invitation, however Lilia had told him all about you when he returned to Diasomnia. He was very intrigued to hear about how you didn't seem to be human despite your appearance. As well as how the Dark Mirror had mistakenly labeled you as magicless as you seemed to display expert control over stone and earth. You truly lived up to expectations when he finally met you during his midnight walk around Ramshackle. You were quite the beauty as well.

🐲 Your disposition didn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, it just confirmed Malleus’ assumptions that you certainly weren't a human. He and Lilia speak in the exact same way as you, so he has no reason to be concerned nor intrigued about it. However, your habit of forgetting your wallet is a bit vexing.

🐲 You're… a dragon? Really!? Oh, you have absolutely no idea just how extatic he is to meet another dragon! Er, well, he isn't exactly a dragon, but he is close to it. Whenever you show him your dragon form, he's even more in awe of you than he was before. Truly, you were the most majestic creature he has ever had the pleasure to bear witness to. He'll happily show you his own dragon form too; expect to set aside a few hours once every week so that you and Malleus can cuddle together in said forms.

🐲 Your Treasure, you say? My my, you're quite charming aren't you? Now, Malleus isn't one to be easily flustered, but knowing how important treasures are to dragons, you're practically getting down on one knee when you call him that. Of course, he's not cruel enough to leave the sentiment unreturned, so he's taken to calling you his jewel or his fallen star in reference to you coming from another world.

🐲 Believe it or not, Xiao actually tried to kill him upon their first meeting. The yaksha had mistakenly thought that he was a demon that had somehow followed you all the way here. Thankfully though, you calmed your son down, explained the situation and introduced the two. Malleus actually took quite the liking to him despite the initial frosty reception; saying how the adeptus reminded him of a more quiet version of Sebek.

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artistic-intrxvert · 2 years

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*throws this at you* HAVE THIS THING THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR *runs away in gremlin*

A/N: had to cut this short since I got super upset with how it originally was so please enjoy what I have lol

Hanako with a S/O who's first language isn't Japanese and finds it attractive when Hanako speaks in Japanese

You were in your last bell of the day and you couldn't wait to be done so that you could see Yahsiro and Hanako. Every day after school, you would make your way to the girls restroom on the third floor of the old school building. You never liked going over there because 1)it was slightly eerie and 2)in general you hated walking over there. People would watch as you waked own the corridors towards the building, whispering to each other, trying to figure out why you would be heading that way.

You were drifted out of your head space when the bell rang loudly. It was 'time to get cleaning', as Hanako would say. You collected your things and headed out of your classroom, thinking about what kind of chaos may ensue today.

"Hanako?" You called into the restroom. No response. You assumed he wasn't there and thought it would be a good idea to start cleaning to help Yashiro out. You began to hum slightly while you were wiping the mirrors. You wondered where Hanako could be? I mean he's a ghost that's attached to a bathroom, where else could he have gone? You then felt a presence behind you, something cold. You turned your head around only to be met with the one and only Hanako, standing right in front of your face. You yelped and stepped backwards, almost falling in the process. "What the heck, Hanako?!" You angrily scolded. He only chuckled and said, "Kowagara seta no ka?" (Aw, did I scare you?) You looked very slightly confused and said, "Gomen, could you repeat that?" He walked forward and grabbed your chin. "Watashi wa anata o kowagara semashita ka?" (Did I frighten you?) He spoke in a soft, low voice. Your face started to feel warm and you froze for a moment. What were you supposed to say? 'Oh yes! I completely understand every single word that came out of your mouth'? Of course not! Hanako, seeing your form, smirked and pat you on the head and said, "Seems I have then, hm?" You titled your head in utter confusion as Hanako walked out of the bathroom,waving you to clean the bathrooms. Damnit, Yahsiro! Where are you?

The next day, same time as the day before, you found yourself cleaning the mirrors. Again. How do they even get dirty? Nobody ever uses these toilets anyways? This time, though, Yashiro actually showed up. Turns out, she attempted (and succeeded) skipping cleaning yesterday but after learning that you had to deal with Hanako, she felt bad for you.

"You were supposed to be here yesterday to help with cleaning! Poor Y/N had to do it all by themself!" Hanako scolded, grabbing your face when he mentioned you.

You remained motionless for a second before realizing that you hadn't said anything for a while. You tried to move out of Hanako's grasp to avoid any more possible embarrassment but he held you close. "Let them go, Hanako. They clearly seem uncomfortable," Yashiro scolded, trying her very best to save you from this devil's grip on you. "Mmm..nope!" Hanako grinned, proceeding to wrap his arms around you firmly. This man was going to be the end of you..

"Thanks for helping out with cleaning, Y/N!" Yashiro beamed at you. She always insisted on thanking you despite the fact that you said it was nothing, you just felt bad for her. "Anytime, Yasiro!" You waved a goodbye and smiled as she walked out of the bathroom.

"Soshite, 2tsu arimashita~"(And then there were two~)Hanako said in a flirtatious tone. "You didn't know what he said but you knew that it was probably something flirty because of the tone he used. You blushed but rolled your eyes. "Hanako, i have to go home. Please let me go-" you started but stopped when you felt him turn your head to face him. His face was so close to yours.

"Sore ni tsuite nanika dekiru ka dō kade wa arimasen!"(Not if I have anything to say about it!) Hanako said with a bright voice. "FOR HEAVENS SAKE! ENGLISH, PLEASE! GOD!" You yelled. Hanako started laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. His laughter echoed throughout the bathroom, filling your ears. It was a nice sound. You didn't hear him laugh often. It made you smile softly with a tint of pink on your face.

You decided that while he was laughing his ass off you would go home. But, unfortunately for you, he saw and caught your arm right before you stepped out of the bathroom.

You sighed, "What now Hanako-" You turned around to speak hit before you could finish, Hanako placed a kiss on your forehead before saying, "See you tomorrow Y/N~" and disappearing. You froze and felt your face where he kissed it. You smiled to yourself and left to go home.

So this was very short i hope you don't mind! I was in a hurry and ran out of ideas. If you have any ideas to help me continue that would be appreciated greatly! Constructive criticism is also appreciated! Thanks for taking the time to read this and hope you have a great day/night!

-artistic-intrxvert

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that-ari-blogger · 3 months

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Are We the Baddies?

I have stated before that She-Ra thrives on realism and morality, and stand by this view. But in terms of morality, apart from the first two episodes and Catra's entire deal, this hasn't been explored explicitly. The story has heavily implied some moral complexity, but not developed the princess alliance in any depth.

Ties That Bind changes this, and the way it does that is fascinating.

Let me explain.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Before I begin, I feel the need to get on my soap box and explain something: Morally complex does not mean evil. This is a lesson that a fair few TTRPG players need to learn, as well as the people writing The Boys. You can have nuanced morality and still be a good guy, or a bad guy, or something in between.

The overarching plot of this episode is essentially a bottle episode, characters get trapped together and have to work out their differences. Usually in live action media, this is the episode for with the crew realised they had no budget left over, so they use actors that are on hand and the set they last filmed in to make something interesting.

I say this, but these episodes have a habit of being some of my favourites in the series. Heaven Sent and Blink for example are often praised as the best Doctor Who has to offer, and they follow this rule, and Wild Blue Yonder is my favourite of the 60th anniversary specials despite the set being the Tardis, a greenscreen and two treadmills and some corridors.

Characters being trapped in one place is also the foundation of a fair amount of horror and detective fiction, and its the premise of my favourite play ever written: Waiting For Godot, by Samuel Becket.

However, you may have noticed that She-Ra and the Princesses Of Power is not, in fact, live action. If you haven't noticed, I'm not sure what to tell you at this point. So why does it have a bottle episode? What are the benefits of this style?

The answer is complicated, but it mostly pertains to character drama. Characters stuck in a room together with a mutual need to get out of that situation are forced to work together. Even enemies will work together if they have a common goal. Star Wars: The Clone Wars did this in Dooku Captured and The Gungan General.

But here's the thing, Ties That Bind subverts this in one simple way, the two parties in this story have opposing goals. If they get to Brightmoon, Catra will be imprisoned. So she works to stall the journey. The story isn't three people who don't want to be in a situation, it's two people who are trapped with a third.

Catra is a gremlin in this episode. She leans fully into the idea of power that Shadow Weaver taught her, manipulation, and it gets her pretty far. Although there are a few cracks, my favourite of which being how easily Bow pushes her buttons in return, and he's doing it accidentally.

"Come on. I bet even the Horde has friends. What about Adora? You two grew up together, right? What was she like as a kid?"

Bow's love of friendship is scoffed at. Catra doesn't have friends, so she thinks she is immune to this line of question. But then Bow brings up Adora, and touches a nerve, so he keeps pushing until Catra responds with a snarl. She's trying to keep up a bulletproof exterior, but that armour still has a weakness, that being Adora.

Catra also gets outmaneuvered by Glimmer, who has learned from previous adventures enough for an escape plan. So, her manipulation skills aren't as good as she thinks they are.

Bow isn't a particularly morally gray character; I don't think that is a hot take. He's the heart of the group, and usually holds everyone else to account. That isn't to say he is morally uncomplicated; the nuance of Bow's character gets shown when he interacts with complicated problems, like the guilt of having left Entrapta behind, and the question of what to do with Catra.

"We took a hostage! We're supposed to be the good guys."

And so, a question is raised, in times of war, do your ethics change? Is this a good thing or not? Just, please don't argue about it in the replies.

Bow's ethics don't change, he is kind and empathetic, and will remain these things, even towards a prisoner, and like Shadow Weaver before her, Catra uses this as a weapon.

Glimmer, on the other hand, is much more complex, and as perfectly moral strategies begin to fail, she is the one who is more likely to actually step into the more dubious territory. This gets displayed multiple times in the episode. For example, when falling, Glimmer plays a game of chicken with Bow's life, and I'm not actually sure what her goal is with it. Maybe she's just trying to scare Catra.

But there's also the scene towards the end when Catra calls Glimmer's bluff again. But this time, Bow isn't directly in the way, so she very nearly does outright kill Catra. Once again, however, it is Bow that keeps her sane.

"We can't take that chance, we're not them."

That's all it takes. All Glimmer needs to hear is that she has becoming her enemy. Bow's line draws attention to what he perceives as the difference between the Horde and the Princesses. The Horde gambles with people's lives, the Princess Alliance doesn't, in his eyes. But throughout this episode, Glimmer has done just that multiple times.

Glimmer's complexity comes from her strength of will. She is the person who will take that extra step when everyone else stops. She has the loosest moral code, and despite still being a good guy, she can react to situations in a completely different manner to others on her side.

The reveal of Entrapta's loyalty also brings up something interesting. People in this story can have goals beyond "good" and "bad", most of them do, in fact. Entrapta's switch from Team Princess to Team Horde shakes Glimmer and Bow's preconceived notions about binary morality. The best way of explaining that is actually this:

"You're on the side of the Horde?"

"I'm on the side of science!"

Don't get me wrong, the Horde is evil as an organisation, and people who are a part of it get up to some pretty heinous acts, this episode just complicates that. It gives a bit of wiggle room within the two sides of this war. But it makes something abundantly clear with Entrapta:

"At least we know for sure that Entrapta's alive, and working for the Horde, making weapons to wipe us out."

Being morally grey does not obfuscate the actions taken. Entrapta isn't villainous, but her actions do further a destructive end, and she is very clearly accountable for that. Being neutral is possible, but Entrapta is very much not neutral, she has chosen a side, and is aware of the consequences of that. It's a stretch to say Entrapta is evil, but she isn't good either, and she is complicit in the Horde's destruction.

Final Thoughts

This episode is ok. I'm not overly impressed by it, but there is some neat storytelling on display, and the animation is cool. Adora's storyline does raise a few more questions about the first ones, most notably: Why did Mara break the watchtower? There's more to this story and Light Hope isn't telling Adora what that is.

Next week, I'll be looking at Signals, so stick around if that interests you.

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irkimatsu · 20 hours

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@monstrousvoice sent me fanart of Husk in a muzzle: https://www.tiktok.com/@zammyx0/video/7330695414468988166

And it's my favorite form of Husk art, the sort where I'm not sure whether to cry or be horny. Curse how hot this man looks in bondage, despite his unfortunate circumstances...

For fic purposes, though, I went strictly for the crying. Husk is being punished for disobeying Alastor, Reader finds him after a few days, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt ensues. 1.8k words. No sexual content but still emotionally rough, with mentions of alcoholism and withdrawal.

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“Niffty? Can I ask you something?”

You try not to make any startled movements as the small Sinner slowly turns her head and looks at you with her one large eye. She continues smacking her feather duster at the wall as she looks up at you. “Yeeeees?” she replies cheerfully.

“Have you seen Husk?” you say. “He hasn’t been at the bar for a few days, and no one else knows where he is. Not Charlie, not Vaggie, not Angel…” It’s not unlike Husk to disappear every so often, usually due to errands from Alastor, but it’s not like him to not warn you before vanishing for this long.

“Ohhh.” Niffty giggles as she turns back to the wall and continues dusting. “Husker is being punished. He was a bad boy.”

“...punished?” Dear god, what did this little gremlin do to your boyfriend?!

“He’s supposed to do what the boss says! That’s the deal!” Niffty continues. “But he said no, so now he’s being punished! Those are the rules!”

“Do you know where he’s being, um… punished?”

“He’s in his room,” Niffty says casually. “He’s not allowed to leave until Alastor isn’t angry at him anymore.”

Alastor is mad at Husk, and now he’s being kept in his room like he’s a naughty child? The more you learn about Husk’s predicament, the less any of it makes sense. “You have a master key so you can do housekeeping, right, Niffty? Is there any way you could let me in there?”

“Nope, not supposed to!” she says. “Supposed to go in there to clean, that’s it! Don’t talk to him, don’t give him anything he asks for, nothing else!”

“Please, Niffty?” you beg. “I’m worried about him…”

“Hm…” Niffty looks back up at you with her eye, giving no hint as to what on Earth is going on in her head. “Well… he is your bad boy, isn’t he? Maybe if I let you in, you’ll… punish him further?” God, her laughter about that is fucking creepy.

“Um… yeah…” You can’t be more committal about it than that, even if it’s for the sake of seeing Husk.

“Okay, I’ll let you in!” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t lose that! It works on all the doors in the hotel, so losing it would be very bad. And don’t let Alastor know I lent you that, or see you using it!” Her voice lowers to a menacing pitch. “Make sure you punish that bad boy real good, okay?”

You nod slowly until she turns back to her cleaning tasks, and as soon as her gaze isn’t glued to you, you immediately flee to the stairs.

—

The reek of booze assaults your senses as soon as you open Husk’s door. You don’t know the last time Niffty has cleaned in here, but in that time, the floor has become littered with shattered glass and puddles of drink. You shut the door behind you and gingerly tiptoe around the mess as you look around for your boyfriend.

“Husk?” you call out quietly. Are you in here?”

Another full bottle rolls to the floor and shatters as the lump on the bed starts to squirm.

“Husk…?” you repeat, more concerned than ever, as you approach the bed. You slowly pull the blanket back to reveal Husk curled into a ball, his whole body concealed by his wings. They’re in a terrible state, with feathers pulled out in clumps that left behind bloodstains. His tail is curled around himself, and the plumage on the tip has been equally tattered.

Even more concerningly, now that the blanket is gone, you can see the metal chain tying him to his bedpost.

You gently stroke at his wing, only for him to growl and shrink back from your touch.

“Fuck off…” he groans, his voice muffled by what remains of his feathers.

“Husk, it’s okay. It’s me,” you assure him.

He slowly lifts one of his wings and stares at you with pupils blown wide. Now that you can see his face, you can see the chunk of metal fastened against his mouth with a series of leather straps. Only the extreme sides of his mouth are visible, just enough for you to see sharp teeth bared into a snarl. His only other attire is the metal cuff around his neck for his chain; the rest of his body is exposed, revealing deep claw marks and bald patches all over him.

“Husk!” you cry out in horror. “What happened?!”

“What are ya… doin’ here…?!” he asks in turn. You get the feeling he’d sound a lot angrier if he had the strength to. “Get out of here… he’s gonna... be pissed-” He interrupts himself with a groan and a series of dry heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he grumbles to himself between heaving.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” you insist as you sit beside him on the bed. His body begins to spasm, and his heaving soon turns to sobs. You gently stroke one of his ears, knowing it won’t provide him any meaningful relief, but if there’s any sense of comfort you can give the poor man…

“...drink.” His groaning and mumbling finally manages to form a coherent word. “Haven’t… had a drink.”

Normally, the last thing this man ever needs is more alcohol. But as you put the pieces together, you begin to realize how he got into this state, and how this was done intentionally.

Niffty’s words echo in your mind. “Don’t give him anything he asks for!” All you can see is Husk desperately pleading with his friend for a drink, just one drink, even while both of them know she can’t risk that sort of mercy…

But you don’t owe Alastor any promises. “Where do you keep them?” you ask.

Husk weakly lifts a claw and points, and you follow the trail of glass and puddles he’s indicating to a cabinet pushed against his wall. You open the cabinet, and it’s just as much of a disaster as the floor, its shelves lined with more shattered bottles and puddles. Thankfully, you manage to find a miniature bottle of whiskey that’s survived the carnage. You take the bottle and rush it back to Husk’s side.

“Open it for me?” he asks weakly. You nod at him.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

You position yourself cross legged on the bed, then gently pull Husk’s shaking body into your lap, careful not to touch any of the bloody gashes in his skin. You balance the back of his head against the crook of your arm, then unscrew the cap on the bottle.

“I’ve got you,” you repeat, your voice much softer now, as you position the opening of the bottle against the exposed side of his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You’re not sure if his groaning response is a yes or no. All you can do is take a chance. You slowly tip the bottle up until the contents begin running out. Some of it runs down his chin and stains the panel over his mouth, but some manages to drip to where his tongue can reach. You finally find a position that gets most of the drink into his mouth, and he gulps desperately until the bottle is completely drained. Slowly, his tremors begin to cease, and his breathing becomes much less labored.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice little more than a ghost. “Thank you… thank you…”

Surely that one little bottle won’t be enough to fight his symptoms for long, but you’re not ready to leave his side just yet. You set the bottle down on the sheets and wrap your now-free arm around him to pull him closer to you.

You know you shouldn’t start crying. You’re supposed to be the one comforting him. And yet…

“Hey… doll…” he murmurs as he wipes a tear away with his claw. His paw is still trembling slightly, though not as badly as it was before you got him his drink.

“What happened?” you ask. “Niffty told me Alastor was upset with you, but that’s all I know…”

“She the one who gave you the key?” he asks. You nod in response, and you can just barely see him smiling behind his muzzle. “So she figured out how to help me after all…”

“She told me I’d be in trouble if Alastor saw me in here,” you say.

“Yeah, you probably will,” he says. “Though I’ll be the one in real shit for accepting your help…”

“Why’s he this upset with you?” you ask.

“Refused his orders,” Husk says simply. “I don’t wanna do what he wants, so he’s drying me up until I’m desperate enough to go through with it. He’s done it to me before, he’ll do it to me again.”

Before? Again? You knew Husk and Alastor’s deal was heavily unbalanced to Husk’s detriment, but before now, you hadn’t fully grasped just how dire Alastor’s treatment could be.

“What is it that he wants you to do?” you ask.

He averts his gaze. “You don’t need to know that,” he says simply. “It’s just something I don’t wanna do. No matter what he does to me.”

“But what if he hurts you even worse if you keep refusing?” you ask. “I don’t want you to have to do something you’d hate! …but if it’s the only way… I couldn’t stand losing you, Husk…”

His next words are so quiet, and the muzzle doesn’t help you hear him any better. “...that’s how I feel about it, doll…”

You hold him in silence for a while, your only movement a continuous light scratch behind his ear. He returns the silence, only responding with a faint purr. As you hold him, you can’t help but look over the injuries to his body and his wings. Did Alastor do this to him?

On closer inspection, you notice that the tips of his claws are caked in dried blood…

“You should go,” he says. “I don’t want you to, but if he finds out…”

“I understand,” you say, trying your hardest not to imagine how badly Husk might be punished for daring to accept comfort in a time like this. “Just… whatever it is that Alastor’s asking you to do… I’ll understand if you do it, okay? I won’t blame you, no matter how awful. I just want you to get out of this…”

“...I can’t,” is all he says in response.

You lift him up so you can kiss the plate separating his mouth from yours; never before have you missed the taste of his alcohol and tobacco so much. He wraps his arms around you and cuddles close, and you can feel his tremors starting to return.

“I can get you another drink before-” you start.

He cuts you off. “Go,” is all he has to say. “Please.”

You kiss his forehead, desperate to feel his warmth somehow, before gently laying him back down on the bed. As soon as you let go of him, he returns to his earlier position, tucked in by his own tattered feathers. You give his wing a few more strokes, and this time he doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t do anything at all.

The only thing you can do now is leave, give Niffty her key back, and hope with everything you have that even Alastor is capable of some level of mercy for the man you love so much.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin husk #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin husk x reader #irk blubbers about nothing #irk huskposts #alcoholism #abuse #withdrawal #self harm

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 1 month

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The Seven Deadly Sins:

Wrath, Envy, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth

Price, Ghost, Gaz, Riot, Soap

Which one would they be and why?

- annoying anon

This one took a bit of time because I had to think about it. It's a great question! I'm also kind of sad I don't have more from my lovely anon (you're not annoying! please request me anything!)

Now, I don't think any of the guys would embody just one of the sins tbh. I think they'd present one or more characteristics from some of them.

Price - Price is Pride. Proud of his boys, proud of his team, proud of his morals, proud to stand tall and strong in the face of adversity, defending his people. I also think he's a bit of Wrath. There's a reason he's 'just' a Captain at his age, because he takes no bullshit from anyone and that I don't think is a good thing for being promoted.

Gaz - Gaz is a bit of Pride too, I think. And maybe Gluttony. Gluttony as in wanting more of life, wanting more of his career, of the higher ups doing something, of doing something that truly makes a difference and a change in the world. Gluttony doesn't mean just stuffing your face, you can have gluttony for bettering things.

Soap - Either Lust or Gluttony or both, but for the same reasons as Gaz (ok, he is a sex crazed gremlin alright lmao). He just exudes that joy to live, to move forward, to make things better. Taking anything with a smile and a joke, being the sunshine of everyone around him (MW3 didn't happen). Maybe a bit of Wrath because he sure has a temper

Ghost - Ghost... Ghost is Wrath. Dormant, kept deep inside, but Wrath. Wrath at his father, wrath at his mother for not getting him and his brother away from his father, wrath at his brother, wrath at Vernon, wrath at Roba, wrath at himself. He might act as calm and collected, but if everyone fears the Ghost is for something. He is also Greed, not for money, but for... things. He wants what others have: love, warmth, comfort, happiness, but thinks he is too broken, too rotten, too unloveable, so he just looks from the sidelines and keeps breathing and getting up in the morning because what else is he supposed to do. Maybe a bit of Envy too, seeing others act and live so... easily, without worries, without being afraid of showing themselves to others and be scorned or pitied.

Riot - In more than one sense, she is similar to Ghost. She has a lot of rage inside her, ever since she was a kid. Why wasn't she good enough for her parents to stay with her. Why wasn't she good enough for people to want to be friends with her instead of bullying her. Why, why, why. Why wasn't she recruited along with Soap by Price the first time (because women on the front lines were a huge no no yadda yadda. Also, *cough* Laswell meddling). Why did she fuck up her career by beating an asshole officer for being a wannabe rapist. Why did she end up in a Black Ops unit, despised by everyone, trying to make do with what little she had. Then Transnistria, killing everyone to get away, finally ending in the 141. Feeling that it'll be taken away surely. Also, Greed and Envy, for the same reasons as Simon. She is a bit more open with her behaviour (he has had longer to suffer in PTSD), but envies the people around her, envies how they can be open with their feelings (she envies Soap a great deal, he wears his heart on his sleeve)

#lovely anon #i miss you #i love asks #thanks for the ask!

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judedeluca · 2 years

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If Bob’s Burgers Did A Pride Episode - The Master Post

This is built off a thread on Twitter hypothesizing how the show would do an episode about Pride. You can find it here: https://twitter.com/KB_SFWArtist/status/1541122201142939649?s=20&t=IknQdxd0_I_O9rg_Wojj4w

The A-Plot: Bob and Linda are asked by Marshmallow and the girls to serve up some fantastic burgers at Pride to help them upstage their rivals. The problem is the rivals have hired Big Bob.

The B-Plot: At the school, Gene is shaken when Tammy obnoxiously asks what Gene’s “deal” is for Pride and tells him he has to figure out his identity before Pride is over. The Belcher siblings spend the week trying to help Gene determine his label until Gene figures out he doesn’t need one.

Everyone in town is getting ready for Pride with varying results:

Teddy gets too enthusiastic about it when he learns Bob is serving burgers for Marshmallow’s crew and shows up in drag, later singing “I Will Survive” on a float will be simultaneously terrified and proud.

Linda has to deal with the fact that Gayle doesn’t know what Pride is. She assumes it’s Halloween in June and it terrifies her, so she barricades herself in her apartment for the month.

Gayle: HALLOWEEN IN JUNE! HALLOWEEN IN JUNE! LINDA YOU TOLD ME MY NIGHTMARES WEREN’T REAL!

Linda: Gayle calm d-

Gayle: YOU LIED TO ME! LOOK AT THE LITTLE GREMLINS WHAT IS THAT?!

Linda: That’s supposed to be Liza Minelli, Gayle.

Gayle: IT’S THE GHOST OF LIZA MINELLI?!

Drag Queen: Rude!

Linda: I’m sorry, oh but you look just like her! Love your lipstick.

Gayle: THAT’S HUMAN BLOOD, LINDA!

There’s also the fact that Bob made Linda promise that he and the kids would never have to be in contact with Gloria and Al during June, because Gloria’s dismissive of Pride and Bob has had... words with her.

Bob (answering the phone): Bob’s Burgers.

(Bob immediately slams the phone down on the receiver)

Linda: Who was that?

Bob: The devil.

Linda: Wha-? (answers phone as it rings again) Oh, hi Mom! No no, we didn’t hang up on you! Bob just dropped the phone. Uh, yeah cuz his hands are greasy.

(Some time later)

Linda: Bob did you rea-

Bob: No. No. Linda you know the agreement. The kids and I don’t have to have any contact with either of your parents during June for any reason whatsoever.

Linda: Yes Bob I remember what the contact said.

Linda: I still think having Mort notarize that agreement was going overboard.

Tina: Remind me again why you guys did that?

Louise: Because Grandma hates Pride.

Gene: Really? I thought she just hates rainbows and sparkles and wigs and having fun.

Bob: She does. She hates all of those things.

Linda: She does not.

Bob: She does.

Tina: So Grandma just hates queer people?

Linda: Look, your grandparents are from a different time.

Bob: Your parents live in a swingers community, Lin, that’s like the perfect place to host Pride.

Linda: See? They’re making progress.

Louise: Oh absolutely. Especially last year when they had to stay with us for a week because their old people place was being fumigated.

FLASHBACK to Gloria and Bob screaming at each other in the restaurant while Linda tries to push them away from each other.

Gloria: DON’T YOU TALK TO ME ABOUT-

Bob: DO YOU JUST HATE HAPPINESS IS THAT IT GLORIA-

Gloria: IF YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE A GROWN MAN IN A DRESS-

Bob: YOU JUST CAN’T STAND THAT THEY HAVE MORE CLASS AND STYLE THAN YOU WILL EVER-!!!!!

End Flashback

Bob: I feel I argued my point rather well.

Louise: You mean before or after you took a swing at Grandma?

Linda: Louise your father did not take a swing at your grandmother.

Bob: I should’ve taken her down when I had the chance.

Linda: ENOUGH.

Mr. Frond is completely obnoxious as an ally and Bob and Linda have the misfortune of running into him one day.

Frond: Bob, I will have you know as an out and proud ally I am right there on the frontlines with everyone else. What do you think the A in LGBTA stands for?

Bob: First of all, it’s LGBTQIAP. Second, that is not what the A stands for.

Frond: I do believe you’re wrong there, Bob. You know, it is people like you that make it so hard for us allies to be who we really are.

Bob: Are you sure this is who you really want to be?

Frond: You are so alliphobic it is sad.

Bob: That is not a thing, Frond! And that’s not what the A stands for!

Linda: Yeah it stands for acesexual!

Bob: Asexual.

Linda: That’s what I said, acesexual.

Bob: No it’s a-sexual. You’re saying ace, like a playing card.

Linda: I know, acesexual.

Bob: You *chuckles* you really think it’s pronounced acesexual?

Linda: Well yeah cuz they’re all out there, acing it!

Bob (amused): I mean, kind of, yeah, but, that’s not what-you know what it’s fine.

Linda: Don’t be acephobic, Bob!

Bob (laughing): Oh my God.

Jimmy Pesto got into a lot of trouble when he tried hanging straight pride flags from his restaurant and got destroyed on social media.

Jimmy: What straight people can’t have Pride, too?!

Logan and Cynthia Bush are utterly horrible and feel the need to complain about Pride and the “moral decay” of the city.

Linda: I’ll show her moral decay.

Bob: Lin no.

Bob: There are witnesses.

Linda: Alright later when she’s alone.

Mr. Fischoeder believes the concept of Pride is adorable

Fischoeder: Ah, I remember back when we didn’t have this LGBTMNOP hullabaloo. Back then we didn’t need it because everyone was everything.

Bob: I’m sure it must’ve been a fun time.

Fischoeder: Oh it was. I have pictures, you want to see the pictures Bob?

Bob: No that’s ok-

Linda: I do!

Fischoeder: Here you go.

Bob: You just happen to carry Polaroids of queer people around with you?

Fischoeder: Doesn’t everyone?

Linda: Ooooooh. Wait, is that-

Fischoeder: Before she was famous.

Linda: Oh I loved her in that one movie with the boat!

Fischoeder: She was robbed of that Oscar.

Bob: Yeah she kind of was.

Linda: Hold on, is she with a-

Fischoeder: It was domesticated, if that’s what you’re going to ask.

Linda: Oh.

Bob: Annnd I’m gonna go now.

Linda: Oh my God.

Surprisingly the Cranwrinkles are all for Pride for various reasons. They make a fortune thanks to people putting together parade floats and making flags for the month.

Edith: We don’t care about gender or sexuality. All we care about is that they spend their money here, at the most inclusive art store in the city!

Bob: Edith that’s somehow the nicest thing you could’ve possibly said.

Unfortunately the Cranwrinkles feel the need to inform Bob of how they’ve done pretty much everything and he’s informed of the various sexual escapades they’ve had.

Edith: Pride’s the one time of year Harold and I get to experiment without judgment.

Bob: Please, stop talking.

Edith: Don’t be such a prude, Bob!

Harold: Is it our fault you haven’t lived life, Chubs?

Bob: I’m gonna be sick.

Edith: You name it we’ve done it.

Harold: Maple Syrup Montana.

Edith: Spoiled Milk.

Harold: Haberdashery in Wales.

Edith: The Bashful Midwife.

Harold: Kate Mulgrew.

Edith: We invented the Kate Mulgrew!

Harold: Invented it, Tubsy!

Edith: I became a woman thanks to the Kate Mulgrew!

Harold: A WOMAN!

Edith: IT’S PRIDE, BOB!

Millie got into trouble at school when she announced she was Louisesexual and Louise ran out of the class screaming her head off. She even had a flag.

Andy and Ollie Pesto, unsurprisingly, announced “I’m Andysexual!” “I’m Olliesexual!”

Ms. LaBonz: Millie, Andy and Ollie go to the counselor’s office. Though I doubt there’s anything he can do for you at this point.

Regular-Sized Rudy tried to get Louise’s input on if his one-man puppet show was right for Pride. Louise was dubious but Rudy insisted it has something for everyone.

Tina tries to write erotic friend fiction that is especially erotic and inclusive for Pride.

Tammy is absolutely obnoxious and constantly tries to identify with whatever she thinks is the coolest, but even Jocelyn can’t stand her attitude and calls Tammy out on her bullshit.

It turns out that Ms. Schnur and Ms. Jacobson run the actual version of Wagstaff School’s queer student association, and the one Frond “runs” is just a decoy so they don’t have to deal with him. Schnur is a lesbian while Jacobson is demisexual. Believe it or not Schnur met her girlfriend through a Brendan Fraser message board.

Ms. Schnur: It was a passionate affair of love and violence as we waged war over whether or not Brendan’s best movie was The Mummy or George of the Jungle. Somewhere along the line we stopped being enemies and became... soulmates.

Dr. Yap likes to hit on lesbians at Pride.

Randy Watkins tried to make a documentary about Pride and went “undercover” as a gay man but it failed miserably.

Randy: Clearly the gay community in this town has horrible taste.

Bob: Yeah they, they clearly don’t know what they’re missing.

Randy: Thank you, Bob.

Gene’s subplot comes to a conclusion after he has both a heartfelt talk with Bob, and when he’s with Courtney who simply tells him “Well you’re Gene. I always think of you as Gene.”

Gene shows up at Pride dressed as Baby Spice and lip-syncing the Spice Girls.

Linda: Oh look at that little baby Baby Spice, his wig is enormous.

Bob: Wait, I think that’s Gene.

Linda: You’re right it IS Gene!

Bob: Oh my God!

Linda: My little Gene’s a drag queen!

Bob: Go Gene!

Linda: Aww, my little Genie Queenie!

Bob: That’s Gene Spice, that’s my son!

And finally, we have Marshmallow and Nat Kinkle meeting for the first time. Nat immediately guesses that Marshmallow’s name comes from her love of sweet potato pies. Bob literally cries tears of joy when he overhears them setting up a date.

#bob's burgers #if bob's burgers did pride #pride #bob belcher #linda belcher #louise belcher #gene belcher #tina belcher #mr. frond

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Leafy....

I neeeeeeeeeeed. Neeeeeeeeed Rain and Dew in a cheer/pleated short short skirt with Mountain or the ghoulettes teasing them and then taking them apart.

i didn’t realize i needed this as well until i started typing it out… haha, well, regardless! i hope this suits your expectations, dear anon!! ♡ be warned… it gets a bit spicy below the cut ;)

Dewdrop laughed as he watched Rain twirl in front of their mirror, the green pleated fabric swirling around their long, long legs just enough to curse the fire’s sin with a cheeky glimpse of their ass.

It was just moments ago when the little imp had practically knocked down Rain’s door with his bunched up fist, two pairs of skirts bundled up in the other. He definitely didn’t swipe these skimpy little articles of clothing, and he definitely didn’t plan on using them for nefarious purposes.

When Rain finally answered their own damn door, Dewdrop jumped their very bones, crowding them back into the confines of their own room to employ his hell-gifted serpent’s tongue. Well, needless to say, the rest is history as Dewdrop picks at the tiny fabric of his own cerulean skirt, giddy as he watches Rain admire themselves in the mirror. He can already feel slick drooling from his core.

“So,” they drawl, a perfectly thick eyebrow already raised at Dewdrop’s reflection, “what’s this all about, little droplet?”

Said ghoul has the audacity to look offended, a dramatic plume of smoke rising away from his body as he gawked at the water nymph’s reflection.

“You sound so fucking suspicious.” Dewdrop accuses, but the gently sway of his crooked tail quickly dispelled any illusions of genuine anger. “Stop looking at me like that.”

Rain simply huffs, fiddling with something Dewdrop couldn’t quite see. “You never just bring me gifts, droplet. You’ve probably already done something you’re not supposed to, or you’re about to do something you’re not supposed to.”

Dewdrop simply rolls his shoulders, flicking off some imaginary speck of lint from his thigh. He tries to ignore the death stare Rain is giving him through their reflection, but the fire’s sin can only stay doused for so long.

“Hey,” Dewdrop perked up, although Rain didn’t miss the mischievous glint in those ice blue eyes, “I think Mountain and the ladies are in the commons. Let’s go take their breath away—“

And, again, Dewdrop pounced on the poor fucker before they could even get a proper word in. They were spouting some shit about “needing to get changed” and “this skirt is much too short”, but Rain didn’t have any issues with it when Dewdrop originally slammed open their door. What’s the big deal now?

They found the aforementioned ghouls in the commons, suspiciously exactly like how Dewdrop described them. Mountain and the ghoulettes were all piled together on the couch, Sunshine and Cirrus practically mounting the other two as they watched whatever was playing and chatted quietly amongst themselves.

But, when they saw Dewdrop — clad in nothing but his usual black undershirt and the short blue pleated skirt — dragging behind him a very flustered Rain — wearing even less than the little gremlin yanking them forward. Naively thinking this was nothing more than an innocent dress-up date, Rain was wearing the green skirt, a pair of boxers, and nothing else — the cuddle session on the couch halted, and all eyes were on them.

“Look.” Dewdrop smiles, as if they weren’t already fucking looking. “Rainy and I got new skirts. You like ‘em?”

The ghoulettes’ attentions leered towards Rain, but Mountain was still staring at the small sliver of Dewdrop’s belly as his shirt managed to hitch itself upwards. Rain’s face rapidly develops a vibrant indigo hue, and they quickly avert their eyes down and start to pull at the hem of their slutty little skirt. Dewdrop watches with a manic grin as Rain flounders under the scrutiny of the ghoulettes, the grip he has around their wrist stays clenched and tight as he drinks in every embarrassed gesture.

Rain is always so pious, so regal in their stance. Even on stage, as they sometimes fumble about like a fish on land, Rain still carries this impossible air of elegance. And, even when they’re fucking into Dewdrop with reckless abandon, or stringing him along on some impossibly mindful adventure and spearing the imp on their cock, and doing nothing else but focusing on their equally ragged breathing as their cock twitches against that beautiful spot inside Dewdrop’s vessel— well, even then, the bastard is still so collected.

Dewdrop wants to watch that mask fucking fall.

So, it is with a near concerning amount of glee that Dewdrop watches Cumulus wrap her dainty fingers around Rain’s other wrist, and jerk them forward. Rain collapses with a yelp at the feet of the predatory ghoulettes, their hands already palming at Rain’s thighs and plucking at their waistband. Even from his angle, Dewdrop can so clearly see Rain’s cock jump against its constraints.

“Did you think you could just deposit a Nereid at our feet and leave?” Dewdrop jumps backwards into a hard chest, his crooked tail brushing against bare ankles. There’s a thick claw tilting his head upwards and back, icy blue eyes freezing over at the sight of Mountain’s lazy grin. “And what about this Meliae before me, hm?”

Dewdrop gulps, his throat bobbing underneath Mountain’s tapping claws. There’s another hand gently ghosting up the length of Dewdrop’s suddenly clammy thigh, fingers dipping underneath the skirts hem and tapping, tapping, tapping at his inner thighs; so tantalizingly close. The fire’s sun gasps, his poor, stupid brain still trying to wrap itself around how Mountain moved so quickly and so quietly from his spot on the couch. He was literally underneath Sunshine for Lucifer’s sake.

“Hmm.” Mountain hums, the deep vibrations rumbling through the earth ghoul’s body and spreading through Dewdrop’s back. It would’ve been ominous if Dewdrop wasn’t so fucking aroused right now. “That’s the thing about little nymphs like you, though. You just need a good cock in you to settle the fuck down. Maybe a pussy smothering you until you have no choice but to give in and calm down?”

Through half-lidded eyes, Mountain watches as Dewdrop gulps, his lazy grin nearly splitting through his face as he takes in the little imp’s reactions.

“Liked that, did you?”

Next thing he knows, Mountain’s groping his thighs with one hand, continuously trailing his claws up and down the invisible inseam of his thighs as he squeezes gently at his outstretch throat. Just outside the corners of his vision, Dewdrop can find Sunshine reclining into the couch with a hand gently working her core from underneath the waist band of her lounge wear. Although he cannot see it, Dewdrop can most certainly hear Rain’s pathetic cries and whines as Cirrus and Cumulus no doubt tear them apart.

“Can you hear them?” Mountain growls, his large fingers unwrapping from Dewdrop’s throat and joining the other one down at his thighs; squeezing the scrawny flesh that resides there. “Look at them.”

So Dewdrop did.

Rain is, somehow, still standing in those long, graceful legs of theirs. Cirrus is on her knees behind them, perfectly manicured nails spreading their ass cheeks and diving underneath the hem of the skirt to lick at their asshole. Ever the tag team, Cumulus is seated on the couch, legs spread and fingers sliding up and down her own juicy folds as she takes Rain’s cockhead into her mouth, working the both of them over with intense dedication. Sunshine’s pretty mouth is moving, but Dewdrop can’t hear her last the blood rushing through his ears. Whatever she’s saying though, Dewdrop can hear Rain’s beautiful mewls and squeals as clear as day. They look a mess. They look beautiful.

Mountain observes as Dewdrop stares in awe at the beautiful disaster the ghoulettes are creating, his own arousal spurting hot slick down the meat of his thighs and gently burning Mountain’s squeezing fingers.

“Ah. So you do like that.” Mountain nips at Dewdrop’s smoking ears, breathing in deeply as he goes. “Adorable.”

Dewdrop and Rain have found themselves propped up on either side of the coffee table in the ghoul’s commons, Sunshine’s hands fisted in their hairs as she babbles in about how cute the skirts look hiked up over their asses. She coos about how expressive their tails are as Rain glares daggers into Dewdrop’s flushed visage.

The ghoulettes are still eating them out, Cirrus propped up against the edge of the coffee table and lapping at Rain’s ballsack whereas Cumulus is now fingering the water’s sin open with beautiful fingers and is rubbing herself over the neat of Rain’s ass, whispering and moaning about this skirt is going to be fucking ruined. Just like they will be, soon.

Mountain is rubbing his own blunt cockhead over Dewdrop’s drooling pussy, has been for the last fifteen minutes when they first rounded up their little nymphs into this position. The earth ghoul behinds him keeps alternating between thrusting shallowly through Dewdrop’s slippery folds, and rutting upwards over the crease of the little ghoul’s ass and into the bunched up material of his skirt. He’s cooing something too, but, again, Dewdrop struggles paying attention to anything that isn’t Rain right now.

“Sathanas below, when they’re done with us, I’m fucking your ass into next goddamn month, Dewdrop.” Rain hisses as Cirrus flicks her talented tongue at a certain vein. “You little shit. If you wanted to get laid—“

Dewdrop cackles breathlessly as they cut themselves off, bucking their hips forward and allowing Dewdrop to feel the ruined hem of their skirt from their proximity. Sunshine keeps slowly bringing their faces closer and closer, and soon Dewdrop’s nose is pressed into Rain’s cheek.

“What, you don’t wanna get ruined by three lovely, dashing ladies and dirt boy?” He grins, still manic despite the trills bubbling behind his bared fangs as Mountain just barely pushes into his gaping pussy before retreating again.

“That’s not what I mean, and you— ooh, fuck — and you know it-“ Rain must be getting close, their hips are rutting forward more often and Dewdrop can feel the burns of their pleated skirt against his burning skin more consistently.

“Whatever, little nymph.” Dewdrop gasps, his tongue brushing against Rain’s cheek as Sunshine pushes them closer still. “You’ll thank me later when you get pampered to heaven and back after this, and you know it.”

And Dewdrop watches with wide eyes as Rain shivers, keens, and cums all over Dewdrop’s thighs and their stupid, slutty fucking skirt.

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𝙲𝚘𝙳 𝙶𝚑��𝚜𝚝 𝚡 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 1

"𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝔾𝕠𝕥 𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕪 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝔾𝕚𝕧𝕖"

Character pairing: (CoD) Simon "Ghost" Riley x Short!Chubby!Reader (is gendered as a "she/her" throughout the story, and has subtly pointed out details about her appearance.)

Summary: After a long time Y/N's best bud, Johnny MacTavish, returns home but fails to inform her some folks will be tagging along, so her anxious ass has to deal with that and one of Johnny's friends isn't exactly a people-person as she'll come to learn.

Warnings: Vulgar language, talking about mortician profession, sadism, dark humor, slow burn, Reader has social anxiety, subtle description of DID for Simon.

A Free-form fic! Not exactly connected to the game's story. First time ever writing this kind of stuff, pls be kind. :D

Enjoy! Tell me if you want part 2 where things could be more spicy, who knows.

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Tonight is the night, alright!

The hype vibrated from head to toe in her body, it has been like that for a week and Y/N had not bothered to contain it either. Her best bud, an old friend, finally could pay a visit — for how long, she had no idea. And thank God Johnny had called a week ahead. Y/N's introverted, anxiety-strung heart and brain could prepare for socializing.

The pep talks added little to no encouragement while she prepared to look just as comfy as acceptable between people with her signature dress code. But as long as one of any of her friends are around she didn't have to be that self-conscious with how she looked, she supposed, being told many times by each of them that she was loved for being who she is. And she silently took their words to her affection-overflown-heart.

Y/N, being the minimalist that she is, used very subtle make-up just to cover the pimples, mascara, and nude eyeshadow to bring out her eyes and put on her favorite outfit that shouldn't magnetize too much attention but it's her personality that could beam with broadness of confidence when around people she loves and it's what always made her stand out in the crowd. Little did she know about that.

She kept wondering if Johnny changed a lot, that Irish lass donkey she knew might not be the same after what he must have gone through in the military, yet deep down she knows it might be the case but she'll still love her friend no matter what. And knew she would be a shitty friend if she wouldn't even consider embracing the new him.

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"Alright, okay. I'm good. All good, all set..." Y/N whipped a fleeting look at her reflection, leaning against a bathroom sink with tense shoulders.

"We are still friends and I will act like there wasn't almost a 10-year separation, like back in the old days," she ordered at herself, sighing and dabbing with the pad of her finger at the uneven makeup foundation she came across under the soft light with a grunt of annoyance.

Then she stopped her finger-patting altogether and stared into her own eyes in a moment of silence. "10. Years."

"Holy fucking saint Maria—" Y/N snorted in disbelief with her blurting, self-commenting since there was no one else she could talk to currently.

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It was fifteen minutes before 9 pm, a time they agreed on to meet, Y/N fancies going a bit earlier just to be safe, you never know what could happen on the way to your destination. She saw a few stray cats on the way and some came close for a pat, some just threw an irked glare but she found those kitties cute anyways. It made her all giddy, excited to share this moment with her friend once settling down. While being more of a dog person, Johnny not even once said her cat obsession ramblings bothered him, listened, and nodded sympathetically.

The bar she was invited to was one of those she could call her kindergarten. When being a little gremlin, Y/N's parents liked to go there for socializing with their friends and some conveniently had children too so she always was under a watchful eye, the owner knew her very well and enjoyed it when she stopped by.

But the contrast of her being around people versus her extroverted family, as she grew she became rather a loner for needed peace and only visited when being tugged along by friend/s, very few understood her. Especially with the profession she chose.

Thomas, the bar owner, respected that, he's one of those laid-back uncles for every fun. But he does very much miss the rowdiness of the tiny beastie Y/N used to be, only keeps it to himself.

"Aaaalrighty! Almost there." Y/N smiled, cheering in her thoughts with excitement, eyes squinting at the first window of the building from across the street.

Doesn't look like a busy day inside. It's Thursday, too.

Y/N marched inside silently, when noticing not much of people were around, especially unfamiliar faces, she immediately beamed when setting her eyes on a man behind the bar's counter which she approached with a grin.

"Tomb,"

Thomas looked up, droopy eyes under bushy brows gave a spark of joy as he mustered a little smile.

"Beastie,"

Ah, sweet, sweet nicknames.

"You doing good?" Y/N leaned against the countertop's wooden edge with her palms and the back of her hands squished against her chest.

"Same old, same old. You decided to leave yer cave on your own?" Thomas pulled out a beer seidel from a sink and began to scrub it, preparing it ahead.

With a coy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, she waltzed to the other side of the counter, following one gruff voice from around the corner where the booth room. "Nope. I'm not that bat-shit crazy. But I am seeing an old bro."

Thomas smirked under his mustache, head bobbing a curt nod. "Have fun, kiddo."

With a nod, Y/N slipped into the wide room. Speak of the Scottish devil and he shall appear.

Johnny MacTavish, a burly man stood in front of one booth, talking to someone who maybe stopped him when he was passing by them. Y/N thought she would never see the man give in to her ideas when it came to haircuts, he has a mohawk, a short one but still, it was a fucking mohawk. And Johnny wore it so fucking well while at the same time looking dopey as always, she used to tell him it's the shape of his face.

Now, not to throw herself under the bus so early but he grew — maybe a few inches, a foot? — since she last saw him. And she obviously notices the difference when her metabolism stopped a long time ago to reach that sweet 4'12, life just isn't fair.

Y/N was taken aback, he still had his friendly odor about him but now there was... also maturity. He obviously went through some shit. And she hesitated. How should she approach him? "Fuck! Didn't plan ahead!"

Johnny unconsciously chose for her, he turned with his lean torso and crossed hands, looked at her fiddling with a strap of her shoulder bag on the spot, then turned fully and marched at her with open arms made of broad muscle earned by hard work.

His blue orbs held hers welcomingly, his laugh is hearty. "Y/N!!"

That's all the consent she needed to be sprinting towards his hug and managed to wrap her short arms around his torso while he laid around her upper back, over her shoulders.

"Heya, John!" Y/N grinned against his shoulder happily. "Johhny-booooyye!" she sang with affection.

Johnny snorted, enjoying himself in the softest warmth he hadn't felt for 10 years. When he let go, he checked Y/N from her toes to her face and an impish grin pulled up on his lips. "Lass, ya seem to be shrinking than growing."

His statement earned him a punch just below his ribs, it was gentle but he held that spot as if he'd been stabbed and it made Y/N laugh while calling him childish and a donkey.

"Ooh, you big baby, if I made it hurt bad ya wouldn't even be standing by now!" Y/N boasted with a sadistic smirk that always siblings secretly shoot at one another to make the fun more thrilling with the silent threat.

Both knew it was meant to be took lightly, it's just joking around, but a couple in a booth they stood next to shifted uncomfortably and Y/N took pity on them and nudged Johnny to go to his table, his arm lifted to rest over her shoulder and she took it as a side-hug so she snuggled closer of course.

They passed by two empty booths. Two. And they are walking towards that one he stood by just a moment ago.

Oh no...

The inkling perked up her senses with the alarms already going off and the uneasiness arose when they headed closer and she saw a man or... two?

Shit— don't tell me.. No, no no...!

It's four people.

Four. fucking. strangers. that started at Y/N in curious silence. They looked at her like she has been expected. Great. Because she didn't expect them.

MacFucking betrayal!!

"Who's this MacTavish?" someone asked.

Y/N's anxiety spiked and if she could she'd be the living embodiment of steam, vaporing away thanks to the sudden overheating and she began to sweat. Her little hand's fingers in the middle of her traitorous' friend's back twitched and cramped in a cupping shape, ready to claw, Johnny felt that slight poke and — tried to — gave his best comforting, tiny squeeze on her shoulder. It was good enough grounding to keep her from sprinting away.

All the beaming confidence she had carried from moments ago disappeared with a snap of fingers. Sudden anger began to bubble inside her ribcage so she took long, soft breaths and concentrated on those while looking around.

Her eyes swiped over the figures so quickly she couldn't register even the tiniest detail on each individual and looked at the table in front of her instead.

These people are military soldiers, so of course they could see her stress-strained body language and shy fumbling with her digits. Johnny wanted to apologize that his team joining was a quickly made decision he didn't see coming and forgot to call her when his captain wanted quick info about his friend before he could leave the table and then there she was.

"Guys, this lass is Y/N L/N. My good ol' friend, and don't let this cute face fool ya, it's just a camouflage." Johnny tried to encourage everyone from keeping silent, especially his old friend.

"Nooooo, no, no, nooo, I don't wanna meet new people! I'm not mentally prepared for that!! God!! Johnny!! No—"

A man, at the seat's edge, shifted and turned to properly face her and his extended hand appeared in her tunneled view. Y/N hastily met the gaze of the one the arm belonged to, out of politeness. Her left arm for no reason whatsoever wanted to reach back for his hand but she quickly and clumsily switched it with her right one and shook his hand properly.

And here this old man worried she could be a threat.

... Little did he know...

"John Price, a pleasure to meet ya in person, miss." The old man chuckled, his short beard and mustache showing it clear as day that he didn't mock her, wrinkles formed around his tired eyes as he smiled with amusement and it somehow eased Y/N's nerves so she meekly smiled back.

Now that she had a better look at him, and an excuse for her to look, she noted he was not that intimidating. Strict-looking, yes. She almost saw her father. By her impression, he looks like a hard-working person with a lot on his shoulders, a burden not meant for sharing.

"I'm Soap's captain, and this is the rest of my crew." John turned towards his said people and began to motion to them one by one as if fearing they wouldn't introduce themselves politely enough. This could have been the case for some of them. But when he said "my crew", Y/N knew that he was a proud papa, and it radiated off of him.

Something else John said grabbed her full attention and she frowned ever-so-slightly as she thought it over.

"... "Soap"?" Y/N parroted, her confusion discreetly traveling up to her friend.

Johnny pursed his thin lips back before clearing his throat, not meeting her gaze. "That's what they call me. At work," he added the last part quickly.

Y/N's expression suddenly matched Johnny's when she turned her head back to look at the table, but the tugging upwards corners of her lips gave her away as well as her sucking in a breath.

"Dun't."

Scrunching her eyes shut, she allowed a soft, throaty snicker or two to escape past her sealed lips. Turning her head away and covering her mouth with the back of her hand to shield her face, she managed to giggly chant out: "Sorry, sorry... Sorry." she wasn't really sorry.

Then, Y/N whipped her head to face him, an impish grin on her face. "Do they call you like that because of that...?" she subtly hinted and didn't notice how those people around the table leaned in to hear.

"Classified, ya gremlin." Johnny growled, but not menacingly, not at his old friend at last, his coworkers got a nasty glare and everyone laughed.

Y/N from the rush looked at those five people, who might be men, every individual had a specific aura about them. Every one of them was different, looked different, laughed differently, and didn't give off that vibe of a bad person. Only you'd think that an odd bunch like them wouldn't get along with the screaming contrasts between them.

When she caught herself looking up and down from the shortest to the tallest guy there she flushed and glanced away before someone would notice, but had an inkling at last one of them had noticed.

She had no idea how she got sat down next to this guy named Rudolfo Parra, he introduced himself right away and they shook hands, Johnny sat at the edge of the booth's seat, blocking her way out. No matter how much she tried to scoot not to be squished against both men with her and their size was a bit difficult, her anxiety had it easier when a certain man with a mouth, mask with a skeleton's jaw print, and hoodie for shadows to coat over his face sat right in front of her across the table, hence the reason for his piercing stare.

He was tall, taller than the others, and, by the looks of it, broad too and he made Y/N feel so small that she was beginning to think his cold stare began to tell her she was not welcome at their table. And, hell, if she wouldn't have her soul so small inside her she would've asked him to look away or ask what's his problem. But there was no desire for her vocals to start working now, her tongue as if swallowed, she didn't know what to say. Maybe she leaves the boys to take the lead this time in her life. So she just avoided his gaze altogether since she doesn't have to, yet.

Y/N's attention focused on the next introducing man.

"Alejandro Vargas," the man smiled and she returned it genuinely back, almost smiling from ear to ear and reaching to shake his hand as well. "And, apologies if this is rude to ask, but could you tell us how did you and Soap meet?"

Y/N's shoulders eased and she comfortably leaned back against the seat's leather head rolls. "Ahhh, it's a boring story," she began, not expecting the hundred percent of attention she got by that and it made her shoulders shrink a bit on reflex. "He needed a roommate and I needed a place to stay at. Really nothing juicy."

Johnny erupted in hearty laughter next to her, starting to feel the nostalgia. "It was relatively okay at the start until we started butting heads—"

Y/N had toned her friend out when thoughts with inner voices pulled her in for an urgent chat in her brain. The masked guy was silent and either stared or kept looking at his glass of whiskey, it unnerved her that the introductions seemed to end with Alejandro, and wondered if the mysterious guy felt just as awkward as her. It's obvious that no one will take pity on them and introduces the guy for his sake, he could be more anxious about strangers than she is, it's a theory. Y/N amid Johnny's storytelling took the leash of confidence and after a moment of hesitance made her move, reaching her little hand out across the table between the glasses with alcohol towards that man as elegantly as she could, she has been enough of a klutz for one day.

Her friendly smile was genuine, and soft, and reached her eyes. That's what the masked guy saw when his cautious, dark orbs of hazelnut traveled from his drink to her hand, and then her face. And when she noticed the tiredness she felt a little concerned, if he is alright or looked like this 24/7?

He began to be unsure how to react towards this stranger that his comrade, military brother, described as the "nicest soul that ever walked on Earth.". He was wary and was quite obviously showing it, but she returned it with politeness he couldn't tell if it was for Johnny's sake or just because she wanted to know him.

"Uhm, hi, uh...?" Y/N finally found her voice and tried to keep it low so it wouldn't grab much attention on those two now, fortunately, the other men let them be.

But it seemed the world around just ceased to be, it was just her and him and although coldness had radiated off of him she tried her best to stand tall and face it with her warmth. They don't have to be friends, but it is not like there has to be some bad blood between them either.

When she thought, after the long silence, that the guy won't answer her, Y/N was about to take her stretched arm back until his big and gloved hand grabbed onto hers. It was comical to see, he was twice as big in comparison and it looked like her hand could be swallowed into the black cotton gloves with a print of skeleton digits.

It was startling, and she nearly yelped at the sudden contact. Instead, Y/N found calmness in staring at their hands in awe, and although it seemed he forced himself to this touch, he kept being expressionless. But the heat of her palm was soothing, although he has gloves his skin underneath was still cold which he didn't think much of until now.

"Ghost." his voice was raspy, rumbly from within his chest, and an accent had a light lick to it. It was the first time she heard him talk and made sure to secure this into her memory treasure chest at the back of her head.

But she voiced her thought on something completely different when they let go of their hand-hold.

"Damn boy, you got paws!" Y/N blurted out, still staring at his said, gloved hand.

Once everyone around her went quiet she flushed from ears to shoulders and offered an awkward grin as soon as everyone began to laugh, even Ghost looked amused with the way his eyes with smudged black liner around them crinkled. Might as well go with the flow as well, so she laughed at herself too if Ghost wasn't offended.

"Why paws?!" Rudolfo asked, hollering in laughter as he supported his whole self against Alejandro's shoulder who was laughing just as much.

Y/N tried to mask her embarrassment with a pout, crossing her arms over her bosom defensively. "Look— Hey, I just passed by stray cats in the Sherwood, okay! 'M still thinking about them!"

Johnny's giggling calmed and his palm rested on her crown before he began to rub, messing up her hair. "Y/N, ya know ya shouldn't be walking in that street."

"You're not my dad, Soapbar!" Y/N retorted with a huff and everyone was hollering in their seat, and she joined with soft snorting, feeling a little proud at her creativity with words. Her hands grasped at his wrist the hand that bullied her. She growled as they played around before he put her in a headlock as an excuse to hug it out without squeezing, just like they always used to.

Y/N glanced at others and found Ghost looking at Johnny with this odd expression that wasn't there before, like a new face. Are they close friends? But the thought of these two dating seemed as more of a plausible thing behind this expression, and it thrilled her, actually, that Johnny got himself, someone. But there was this stinging pain... Jealousy? Worry that she might not be that much important to her Irish buddy? People always did come and went in her life, which Johnny knew. He wouldn't abandon her like others, right? He was the brother she never had.

Ghost and John gently hit their glasses against each other, the captain drowned his drink in one go and then left for the bar counter. Alejandro and Rudolfo talked to each other in their native language but everyone who doesn't understand a word can pretty much guess they're shamelessly flirting. Y/N snuggled up against Johnny, sighing contently while she squeezed him the best she can in an embrace she had returned and it made Johnny smile against her hair which he nuzzled his nose against, it made Ghost wonder if Johnny truly sees Y/N as his sister and nothing else.

Then again, affection has always been foreign to him. To them.

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"Why did he call you Beastie?"

"Why do they call you Ghost?"

In all honesty, Y/N is still shocked he spoke to her in the first place. Although his curiosity about her made her somewhat happy, since she's curious herself it's only fair he could answer any of her questions as well and she made sure to hint at that broadly, and Ghost understood loud and clear.

Johnny had abandoned them long ago and went who knows where when he didn't bother to take his drink with him, nor did he go to the toilets. John has been seated at the bar counter ever since, both he and Thomas watched the sports on the small tv and seemed to have a good time. Rudolfo and Alejandro did go to the bathroom and Y/N had an inkling that it was not because one of them needed to vomit. It was just Ghost and her, and she was quite alright with the expectation of silence to be between them.

When noticing he fell silent for a little longer than Y/N would've liked she tried to coax him further into talking, stopping the chat now would be awkward.

"Don't get me wrong, ghosts are cool, but I'm really curious about the reason behind your nickname— Also, why can't I know your real name?"

Taking it as a good sign for not being ignored and still having Ghost's full attention she tried not to shower him with every one of her questions on her tongue, she had yet to learn the limits of this man of how much further she can take things personally without asking a subject she herself wouldn't want to answer. Being neutral is hard, but smiling isn't, so she hoped she looks very inviting for him to talk with her.

Now Ghost's pointed silence got her all antsy, her leg began to jump with rhythmic bumping of her heel against the tiled floor. His brows twitched ever-so-slightly and Y/N noticed, she realized that he was uncomfortable and it was a boundary she shouldn't cross.

Fuck! Is he irritated with her now? Maybe she should just shut up...

"A-ah, it's classified, like Johnny's, right? Okay, I don't mind." Y/N answered her question and chuckled, rubbing at the nape of her neck, her leg had no intention to stop bouncing.

He leaned forward on one elbow against the rattling table, and the sharpness of his eyes melted back to that tiredness Y/N noticed earlier this evening. "Well, since I don't have the blue-collar on me now," something about that throaty grumbliness that sounded just a tad bit softer made shivers run down her spine. "It's Simon. Simon Riley. I just didn't wanna tell ya earlier."

Y/N blinked, confused, her head tilted to the side a bit and one brow quirked up. "Why?"

Simon heard the gentleness in her voice, but she didn't sound that much meek, her wide eyes of curiosity spoke volumes themselves. He frowned slightly and searched in the depths of her orbs a little longer before finally answering her as emotionlessly as possible: "I didn't know if I could trust you."

And he still didn't hundred percent, it's 50/50. It's not like he needs to be your friend even if Johnny would love it if that happened, nor will he open up to her, but sitting here in awkward silence is something he doesn't want on his day off.

Y/N responded with a hum, looking at him knowingly and her eyes softened while she straightened her head not to strain her neck any further. "Understandable." she gave him a kind smile, to which he responded with a gruff hum of sorts.

Simon placed his big paw on her bouncing knee and stopped it without even trying to restrain her leg, her muscles froze at the contact and she stammered incoherent words in surprise, apologizing. What for? She had no clue. But she always does this automatically.

Y/N grasped onto her glass, filled with soda and ice cubes, her digits pinched her straw before twirling it. When he let go of her knee she could still feel the pressure of his grasp present on that spot.

God damn, why must big hands be so attractive?!

Clearing her throat, she glanced back at Simon who took a sip of his bourbon when she wasn't looking, now he just adjusted his mask over his chin. Had he pulled it up from below?

"Thomas calls me that, well, since ever I was a toddler runnin' around here. I wasn't a bad kid, I just couldn't stay still. Literally ran off whenever someone turned their back for a second." Y/N smiled fondly at those rebellious memories and Simon listened intently, leaning comfortably on his elbows. "I was just assertive when things... took a turn in the kid group here. Pretty much got myself a tag of an outsider, but it's better than to pretend I am who I ain't."

Their gazes locked and she felt a sudden heaviness in the mood which she didn't like, so she cracked up a cocky smirk.

"Literally had to break some teeth so the brats wouldn't mess with me."

Simon's brown eyes darkened and he snickered lowly, amused, and leaned back with crossed arms over his wide chest.

"So a small, innocent woman has a kill count on 'her own?" he was grinning under his mask, liking this unexpected turn of her showing her viciousness that still could be there. And something told him she still had it in her. It was intriguing.

Y/N grinned playfully, something of a thrill sparked at the small of her back. "What, the only military are allowed to have skeletons in their closet? If we won't count you, Bones." she chuckled, finally feeling at ease. "Too bad, I got some in the freezer as well."

His dark-brown eyebrows rose up before they furrowed down, when Y/N noticed his confusion she cleared her throat from the sudden awkwardness.

"Sorry— I thought Soap had told you of my job... I'm a mortician."

"Oh..." in all honesty, how can he answer?

"Yeah, hah ah," she stuttered. "Sorry if it's... weird."

Simon shrugged his broad shoulder, it's not like he should be one to judge in the first place. "A job's a job."

Y/N smiled softly up at him, humming softly in return. But she was lost, how should they continue their discussion about anything really? Now it feels too odd—

"So I'm "Bones" now, huh?"

Being lost in thoughts, she was startled and blinked at him but he enjoyed watching her small, plump frame trying to shrink under the table while her face looked like a tomato. "Well— U-umh uh... I didn't mean—"

Simon exhaled longly. "Quit it. You got nothing to apologize for, Beastie."

Twirling with her digits on her lap, she looked up at him over the edge of her lashes, her blushing has yet to go away. But by the fucking-whoever-is-up-there, this is so embarrassing!! Making nicknames are for her best friends or family, not strangers you are just getting along with. Maybe she got too excited, she should lay low, for her, he doesn't look like the type that like things rowdy in their life unless given no choice.

The fact that he used her nickname made her naive, big heart feel things. As much as she fears new people she loves having friends, new friends.

"Y-you.... don't mind then?" Y/N asked hesitantly but couldn't look up from her glass.

"I expected to be called Paws or something." Simon rumbled out, entertained by her asserting hiss to try to mask her embarrassment, and it irked her that he made fun of her.

"Guess you aren't that creative with names."

Y/N abruptly stood up, a little balled fist rose into the space between them and she still was a head shorter than him sitting. She swears he's smirking under that mask.

"SHUT IT YA DAMN BRIT!!"

Literally couldn't come up with a better insult.

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It feels tiny in my hands.

He's not naked, he's just not wearing a shirt.

Wherever I am, I must also shitpost.

So I look over at my TV and all I see is fucking SKELETOR.

You're gonna love his waifus. You don't have a choice.

You want to pay near full new game release price for a board game?

Boomshoot serotonin brain is buzzing pretty good right now.

Nevermind, summer sucks.

Oh shit a quad-barreled shotgun that just deletes whatever I point-blank fire it at.

Oh god the timelines are merging.

They fight one RELATIVELY little eldritch horror and go insane.

Wake your ass up too, you sleep too much.

What if you wanted to go to heaven, but Nine-Ball said: "Target verified. Commencing hostilities."

You like burning to death right?

Your AP does not exist as a measure of health. Your AP is actually a time limit mechanic.

You seen those Waffle House fights videos? Those people are always ready to fuck someone up.

That spaghetti be cooking.

Time to initiate plan: Get The Fuck Out.

Tiny controllers for people with baby hands.

Dear God fucking shoot it.

Nope. Bail. Do not invest. It's already tainted.

Only legends can trick the staff into giving a speech.

Regular reminder that honey badger don't care, honey badger don't give a fuck. Three leopards? Bitch numbers. Honey badger ain't never scared.

It's almost like you work in a dentist's office or something, you tooth fairy.

So, uh, I woke up and I have a lizard for a pet now, I guess.

That is not how you wear a sweater. You are not supposed to cut off most of the sweater.

I'm squeezed in the middle. SMACK DAB IN THE MIDDLE. SQUEEZED IN THE MIDDLE.

Why you gotta be a jerk about it?

All you fucking do is eat cookie and be mean. This is why you're a gremlin.

If you give a [name] a cookie, she's going to ask for a glass of boba. When she's finished, she'll ask for a bed. Then, once she's slept for two lifetimes, she'll want to get up and play gay otome games.

You know what this core makes me think of? Jack Nicholson.

OH GOD I PICKED UP A GIANT FUCKING SPIDER.

I AM EXISTENTIALLY SCREAMING ON A LEVEL YOU CANNOT COMPREHEND.

IT WOULD BE A SHAME IF I HAD A PILE BUNKER.

Yeah. Let's set aside the several missions I've done up to this point where I have specifically fucked you over.

Yeah but Merlin was a total shitgoblin though.

We have to test [name]'s blood.

You're meeting for a drug deal. You're meeting for a fucking drug deal.

Should ask them if they like bread.

#roleplay meme #roleplay prompt #rp meme #rp prompt #inbox prompts #inbox memes #ask prompts #sentence starters

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bluegekk0 · 6 months

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(Who can fly? If nobody can uuaawrhsg how about:)

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oh, there is a flying character in the cast, yes. lewk, the gremlin baby of the family

at the current time of the au, he has already learned how to fly, though he's still rather clumsy about it. i love to think of how his flying lessons looked like, considering no one else in the family can do that

well, i suppose you could say grimm has experience, considering the first few stages his physical body goes through. but he doesn't have any wings now, so all he could really do was instruct lewk with words, and that's not particularly helpful when dealing with a child. same goes for fpk, while he did have wings at some point, they were structurally completely different and weren't biological, so none of his advice would have much effect

not that lewk would really listen to it to begin with. he was much more eager to climb the furniture in the room and learn to fly the hard way. fpk was against that, he was terrified that lewk would hurt himself, and so he would beg him to get back down. grimm was a lot more relaxed about it, as long as lewk was within the reach of his arms he knew he would catch him, and if by any chance his physical body failed him, the cloak would be there to help. i really love the mental image of grimm being focused on something and his cloak catching lewk mid-air as he's failed yet another flying attempt. it kind of reminds me of doctor's strange cloak, seemingly living a life of its own and often saving him from trouble

but yeah, back to lewk. he did eventually learn to fly, or at the very least to glide with occasional wing flaps to keep himself in air for a while longer. he's by no means a master at it, he still has a lot to learn, but it's already a big headache for the other family members. more movement capabilities = more trouble to be caused, and you best believe that he uses it for mischievous purposes haha

#ask stuff #feral pk au

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neakco · 1 year

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Inspired by the above song.

Lies and misunderstandings have caused Marinette to be hounded by press. Thankfully her best friend is there for her.

They Don’t Know About Us

Masterlist Ao3

Another day another lie, Marinette turned up the volume on her headphones and walked a little faster towards the café. With practiced ease she dodged the subtle jabs and cold stares. The current lie had been printed in papers for all to see, she was a homewrecker. Someone had spotted her leaving Jagged's apartment while Penny was out, while last week it had been Adrien's and before that it was the eldest Wayne's. At least Adrien was her friend and actually her age.

She entered the café and sighed, finally she was safe from the cold eyes judging her every blink. The owners here knew her and not only had they threatened legal action against the media if they were caught harassing any customers, but they had also installed tinting on all the windows to make it impossible to look in. They also treated her just the same as any other customer, it was relaxing. Still she selected a back booth with clear escapes routes.

She had only just sat with her coffee when a tall women with long dark hair and a bright maxi skirt approached, “Is this seat free?”

“I am sorry but I am meeting….” She cut herself off as she recognized the bright blue eyes of her best friend and smiled, “you, I am meeting you.”

“That seems rather convenient now doesn’t it?”

“I missed you Birdie.”

“Missed you too bug, been getting harder to escape reporters “

She sighed and glanced at the pack just waiting for her to leave. “Is it wrong of me to hope for a new super villain to distract them?”

“Nette, no”

“Nette, yes.” Mischief flashed briefly across her face before she smoothed it into something neutral, “It would only be for a month, maybe two, than Ladybug would swoop in to defeat me.”

Her friend had the audacity to laugh, “You don’t swoop.”

There was a pleasant thud as her head hit the table, “I know, swooping is trademarked by your family, bit this is exhausting. How am I supposed to keep clients when every consultation ends as a front page scandal?” Dexterous fingers pried her chin up and forced her to look at her coffee, “Sorry Tim, this is supposed to be us time, work stays at the door.”

He laughed quietly before dramatically pouting, “Here I am all dressed up pretty just for you and not one single compliment.”

She sat up straight and made an obvious show of studying his outfit. “You do look very pretty, is that skirt one of mine?”

“Of course, who else includes pockets?”

“Oh, I have a list if you want.” She pulled out her phone already knowing she would have no need for it. “If you had let me know you were interested in skirts I could have made you some in your colours so you wouldn’t have needed to steal one of Steph’s.”

“Maybe next time.” He placed a hand over hers, forcing the phone down. “Seriously though Nette, anything you need, I am here for you.” He paused, “Unless it is murder, than you need Jay or The Gremlin.”

“I thought they were reformed.”

“They are, but I am positive they would do it if you promised to bake them pastries.”

This brought a more genuine laugh to her lips, “Thanks love, but you know me, I have a plan. I just had to step up the timeline a bit.”

“Your going to do a reveal?” His eyes were wide. She couldn’t tell if it was from anticipation or shock. “Are you aiming for fashion week or a private show?”

She took a wistful drink before settling on her words, “If fashion week wasn’t months away I would wait. I just can’t deal with this palatable hatred for that long.” His hands tightened on hers, he could probably tell she was close to a panic attack. “I have enough designs ready right now, and enough of my friends owe me favours that I will have no shortage of models.”

“Than what do you need?”

“A venue. The good ones are either all booked or cost more than I think they’re worth.”

Tim started to massage her palm, “Did you forget that I am rich?”

“I don’t want the press to label you as another member of my harem.”

His phone dinged and he pulled it out with a flourish, “Look at that, I appear to have placed a rather large commission and paid in advance.”

Her phone lit up with the request, “You already knew this would be my plan and figured out where it would fall apart. How did you time it so well?”

“I keyed a timer to start when I said a certain sentence.”

“You are ridiculous.”

He hummed as he took a drink of her rapidly cooling coffee. “But you love me anyway.”

“I do.”

“You forgot the most important part.”

“Did I now?” Is this what being relaxed felt like?

“Be it hate, rumors or glares, why should we care? None of them actually know us.” She blushed at the affection radiating off of him. “They don’t know how much you care about everyone, how much of yourself you put into everything you do. No just for me or your friends, but to anyone in need.” He leaned forward and made sure to hold her other hand as well. “Those that matter care and those that don’t care don’t matter.” He suddenly dropped her hands and stood to adjust his skirt before offing her a hand up.

“Tim?”

“Let’s see how fast those paparazzi really are?”

She laughed and took his hand as he led her at a run through the back door and into the ally, pausing only to make sure she was ready before sprinting towards the wall.

She followed with a laugh, the vultures could try to give chase, but the roofs were hers.

#spotify #maribat #song fic #they don't know about us #rin writes #timari #i live

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lumiereandcogsworth · 2 months

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had a dream where this happened for some reason so now I’m curious if it HAS happened. Does Adam ever find Belle just passed out at her work desk with paint or whatever else smudged all over her face,?

i LOVE that you dreamed this. that’s so fun and precious. and oh my gosh yes definitely???? belle, much like your beloved giselle, i think, is the kind of person that just keeps on workin workin workin. can’t stop won’t stop!!! so it definitely stands to reason that she would just keep working until she passes out at her desk. and i think more than once she’s had ink smudged on her face. she also just gets stuff on her face all the time. flour from baking. general dirt and grime from gardening or horse work or inventing in her workshop. she’s just a silly little gremlin that likes to get her hands dirty. and adam just has to Deal With It. but he’ll be like “eugh Please go take a bath before getting into bed >:/!!” and she’s like *twirls hair* “if only i had someone to wash me😪 my hands are all tired from all that work i did today… 🥺” and adam’s like Well I Mean… I Suppose… if you NEED someone🙄 and she’s like oh how very kind of you >:3 and yeah anyway. i don’t know where i was going with this. you get the point.

this concept DOES remind me of this fic i posted a year ago (how is it a year old now. Hello.) where belle’s burning the midnight oil so to speak and staying late in her study and adam comes and finds her all sleepy and a bit frustrated. it’s cozy and emotional hurt/comfort 🥺🥺 she’s not Asleep at her desk but if he had waited another half hour she probably would have been lmao. anyway that’s a sweet one!! and it even ends just a wee bit saucy like my answer here did lol. i think belle being such a motivated go-getter is just ultimately adam’s biggest turn-on. and frankly i can’t fault him for it. he loves his girlboss queen wife so very very much <3

#thank you for this!! hey i miss you!!#alex tag #answered #💖💖💖#belle #adelle #batb headcanons #batb 2017

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cabinofimagines · 2 years

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Day two; Spirit Halloween

Disclaimer; none American dealing with supposed liminal spaces; I watched 2 videos with the inside of spirit Halloween's. Don’t correct me if I’m wrong, also I do not condone stealing.

Pairing: Platonic Annabeth, Percy, Will, Piper and Calypso x gn!reader

Warnings: none, possible misinterpretation of Spirit Halloween stores

Word count: 1.3k

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-Asnyox

Everyone was really glad to finally be stretching their legs. There had been some grumbles when you brought up your secret missions from Leo, but no one stopped you from pulling over into the gigantic parking lot in front of the Spirit Halloween. You hadn’t even noticed the sign next to the highway before you mentioned it to Will, who was sitting next to you. And then you immediately nose-dived the car across three lanes to make the exit to the pop-up Spirit Halloween store. Safe to say that everyone suddenly was very awake in the car.

“Anyone else getting like, chills?” Percy asked as he gazed at the Spirit Halloween. There were dark clouds forming behind it. You interrupted the darkening mood quickly, before everyone decided that maybe Leo should fetch the decorations himself.

“I have always dreamt of visiting one of these.” You said wishfully, looking at the previously abandoned building.

“Why? I have never been either.” Annabeth said and you slowly started making your way to the store.

“I dunno, I thought that maybe Spirit Halloween stores were a myth.” you explained and Piper laughed behind you.

“Because they are pop-up stores?” She asked and you nodded.

“And they inhabit abandoned warehouses- plus all the spooky stuff.” You started walking backwards, so you could look at your friends.

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve never been,” Calypso glanced to the building behind you, “And this building does feel as if it shouldn’t be here.” You smiled at her.

“Thank you, Cal!” Calypso turned shy from your excitement.

“Wait, so no one here has ever been in a Spirit Halloween?” You asked. Most of your group nodded.

“I mean, I never said I had gone either,” Piper spoke.

“Nope, my mom never had the time of money to take me so,” Percy shook his head.

“I have, Nico took me on a date there last year.” Will piped up.

“Oooh romantic!” Piper joked, followed by some laughs.

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As you entered the store, you all quickly lost your group. You had wanted to look out for Calypso, and you hoped someone was near her right now. You don’t know how it happened, but one second everyone was still together, than you looked at one animatronic and immediately everyone was gone. You wanted to look around to see if you could find anyone, but the heightened ceilings with bright lights prevented you from focusing on things too far away. Plus, all the sounds from the different toys, animatronics, and gimmicks around you were distracting you.

But you had a mission, with a basket in hand you started collecting various decorations for Leo. While you were at it, you somehow found a baking isle together with loads of Halloween candy. You grabbed some stuff for your baking session later this week with Nico, hoping that he would not mind.

You stumbled into the next isle, only to be met with Percy trying on a gremlin mask. Annabeth was laughing as Percy struggled to get the mask on right. You sneaked up behind Percy, his vision being compromised by the mask.

“BOO!” You scream in Percy’s ear, and he yelps as he turns around. Annabeth catches him quickly, preventing Percy from bringing down the aisles next to him. You laugh, as Percy struggles to get the mask off.

You reach out and help him. As he lays eyes on you, he is red in the face.

“Not funny, (Y/n).” He scolds you and Annabeth laughs behind him. Percy glares at her, but than breaks a smile himself. As she calms down, Annabeth turns to you.

Percy and Annabeth agree, and you quickly bide them goodbye as you resume your search.

“Having any luck with finding what you need?” She asks and you nod.

“Got a lot already, uhm,” you absentmindedly show them your basket, “Anyone seen Calypso?” You ask and both Percy and Annabeth shake their heads.

“Should we help you look?” Annabeth asks and you shake your head.

“No, just, keep an eye out? I don’t want her to be overwhelmed by all of this, y’know.”

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You finally find Calypso, who seems frozen in time, in a corner of the store. You carefully put your basket down and stand in front of her. You take her shaking hands into your own. You noticed how this corner was relatively quieter to the rest of the store, but it was still loud. There were almost no customers around the two of you.

“Too much?” Calypso nodded, eyes shifting around.

“I just, I don’t trust it here.” Her voice comes out shaking, “It’s so loud, and so many things move-” you nod in understanding and open your arms as an invitation for a hug.

She quickly moves in and thanks you under her breath.

“Better?” You ask and she nods as she breaks the hug, “I should have staid closer to you, Cal. I didn’t know this store would be so chaotic.” Calypso shrugged.

“The modern world generally has just gotten so much louder. It’s something to get used to, I suppose.” You hummed in agreement. Then, the ugliest costume you’ve ever seen caught your eye. You picked it up, holding it in front of your body.

“What do you think?” you asked Calypso, who seemed appalled at the piece.

“The quality is horrible, (Y/n),” she stated as she touched the fabric. You saw her visibly shiver at the sensation. “Please, let me make you a costume and don’t even consider wearing this.”

“Oh, Cal is making costumes now?” Piper walked around the isle, joining you in your corner. Calypso nodded, a smile slowly coming on her face.

“I enjoy sewing, so why not.” Piper’s face filled with excitement.

“Can you also make my costume? I would love to wear your craft.”

“Sure,” Calypso’s eyes glittered at the prospect of making gifts for her friends, “I can make everyone costumes if they need them!”

Suddenly, Annabeth walked up to you nervously, holding Percy’s hand. Will was close behind them.

“There are monsters- the entire staff is monsters.” She whispered. You looked up confused, before staring intensely at the worker stocking the shelfs. Your eyes widened the worker morphed into small cyclops right before your eyes.

“Piper- no,” he objects, but Piper took the basket out of his hands, and nonchalantly started walking to the door. You followed trying not to look like you were about to steal probably a hundred, if not more, dollars’ worth of Halloween goods. Will angrily followed, but he did not complain anymore as he warily stared at the cashier.

“Ah fuck,” you quickly looked around the group of friends, “Let’s check out and run for it?”

Piper shook her head.

“The manager, a manticore, is glaring at us- I think they know,” she whispered, “Let’s just, hold on tight to the goods and run for it.”

“And steal?” Will whispered in disgust, and Piper nodded.

As you left, the alarm of the store rang- You all got into a sprint, clinging to your basket. Percy reached the car first, and quickly sprang in the driver’s seat, turning on the car. You dumped the goods in the back, closing the trunk and getting in the backseat yourself. As you heard the screams of the monsters getting closer, Percy drives away, breaking the speed limit by just a little bit.

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