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musicallisto · 2 years

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OMG ok also the name of this is so cute like?/?: (if we set aside the fact that it can kill us) ANYWAY CONGRATS MAY I PLS HAVE A ☄️ for the mcu???

idk what counts as relevant so do as you please with what you know about me and the following i consider as ‘relevant information’:

— i’m an infp which has to be my greatest shame and favorite trait MAXHFJEQ + i have a horrible sleep schedule i don’t even know where to begin anymore

— i write … detailed reviews when i ordered online and get hella mad when people rate something and don’t leave a review at all

— got a ukulele but i only know a few songs and i don’t really know the chords by names i just play it 💀

— this is bad but when i get mad or pissed i just play music that isn’t really my genre as in just anything loud idk if this is even relevant. i prefer oldies tho <3

— i’m a class and club president yay i know i said i hated it but i’m kinda liking it now HAHAHAHA i feel cool and it feels empowering when tasks get assigned to me like 😌 me? i can be trusted with this?

— random thing but in class my teacher told me (let’s call him sponge because this is a rushed codeword) that another teacher told him i had a mature voice and that i sounded like i was tall in real life and sponge said ‘only if you knew’ like?/?:?;!;&(&?8?8?8?8 to be fair i am 5’1 so i’ll let it slide but come on >:((

i’m sorry if this is long i got excited HANDHCJAKAKW

ves you are literally the most chaotic person I know on here and that is a real compliment asjcbjbbsj q i love you and also!!! whats that "if only you knew" mr.sponge huh??? shorties gang arise >:(

☄️ comet

Being class president at Midtown certainly comes with its perks. not only are you entrusted with most of the important stuff (because someone has to run things around here while everybody else is gawking at the Avengers or something), you also get to be unbearably noisy about your classmates. which is not necessarily a good thing, from a purely moral standpoint, but a girl needs her reprieve from the harsh bitterness of being a leader. Anyway, your keen eye does not lie, and it's telling you there's something weird about Peter Parker.

Which your bestest friend in the whole world MJ certainly agrees with. In between rounds of unrelentlessly teasing her about her crush on him - "why do you keep tabs on him so much? oh my god, MJ, you're obsessed with him" - and mindlessly strumming your ukulele sprawled out on your bed talking about anything and everything, you try to theorize what in the three hells your best friend's beau could really be up to.

"Maybe he's one of those Avengers." "MJ, I'm not even sure he's thrown a punch in his life."

But you have to admit the mystery is kind of thrilling. More than boring academics anyway. Especially since you have a pretty good hunch Parker's affiliated in some way with The(tm) Tony Stark, and you're set on figuring out how. And it's also during one of your ~investigating~ expeditions that you get bitten by the weirdest snake in all of Manhattan.

It's already strange enough to have a viper slithering around freely in Manhattan of all places, but to have it bite you in the ankle, unprovoked? That's just your luck these days. One second you were walking down an alleyway and the next you could barely stand on your feet from the excruciating pain, and a... bizarre thumping in your veins? MJ's frantic, she who normally does not wear anything on her sleeve, and convinced that you're going to die right there and right now, but you've actually never felt more alive. Like you could climb on the walls and take on anyone in a fight. Like you could hear every New Yorker's breaths and see the warm, reddish silhouettes of humans through the concrete walls. Like you could silently creep up to anyone, anywhere you wanted...

Oh boy. Hope this weird ass bite from a weird ass snake doesn't awake anything in you.

Hope Peter Parker's remains the only one with a whole identity to hide.

#ves 🍵#i thought that with your fear of geckos it was only fitting i gave you a little bit of reptile powers <3 #you get to choose what you use these powers for! good? evil? utter chaos? justice? just the heck of it?#honestly would love to see you with powers it would be so fun asjcbsjb #1.2ksleepover

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radiantsunburst · 5 years

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Touch-Starved & Rough! Todoroki Shouto and Bakugou Katsuki (HCS)

@strangeshoesportsrebel : Request for touchstarved todo and baku and how rough they are when they see someone else flirting/harrassing their s/o thank you angel I’m a thirsty biych

Here it is Sweetie!~ Hope you enjoy it!💕 Warnings: NSFW (Characters are aged up to 18) and Fluff ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

TODOROKI SHOUTO

SFW (When he’s touch-starved):

Todoroki grew up in a remote household. Because of his father's pride, he was used as a mere tool in defeating All Might. His Father would physically abuse him, pushing him to use the full extent of his quirk until he couldn't do so no more. He had never felt any affection from his father. The last time he felt affection was from his mother, before the incident that caused his scar happened and before she left them.

He thought that he'll never experience it again which is why he isolated his emotions and feelings, putting up a cold facade to ward people off.

However, it all changed when he met you.

Your genuine smile that could put Midoriya's to shame.

Your bubbly personality that rose higher than Uraraka's.

Your enthusiasm and determination to be number one rivaled the Pomeranian Hedgehog's.

Everything about you made him warm.

In short, YOU SHINE LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. 🌞

When you guys finally got together, he told you about his traumatic childhood and you sympathized.

You realized that he was deprived of affection so you made a mental note to shower him day by day, starting with hugs and cheek kisses.

The first time you did it, H E W A S S O W H I P P E D.

Icyhot.exe has stopped working.

The wonderful sensation of being touched made him feel giddy inside.

He never knew that being touched felt so good, and because of it, he had grown accustomed to your affection that he couldn't go to class or get productive without it.

"Love... "

"Hmm?"

"I need you, I want your affection.."

When you pet his head, he softly purrs like a kitten. Making your heart burst at the sight of his adorableness. He takes your hand from his head and nuzzles it on his cheek, giving you a signal that he wants more of it.

One time, you were both inside Todoroki's room. You were jotting down notes for Math in his desk while he laid on the bed, completely bored.

"Love.. "

"Yes?"

"Come here, I miss you already"

You didn't budge, you told him that you were busy at the moment. He pouted, feeling left out at how you were focusing on your notes instead of him.

Desperate to touch you, his patience disappeared. Standing up, and making his way towards you.

You gasped when you felt arms wrap around your waist, pulling you away from your work to his chest. You blushed as you felt Todoroki's warm breath on your neck, tickling you.

“S-Shouto, what are you d-doing?..”

"I'm sorry Love, but you should spend time with me instead of that damn work.. " He mutters before peppering your neck with kisses and nips. Eventually your boyfriend was too hot and cute to be ignored so instead you gave in and cuddled the rest of the day.

NSFW (How rough he is when someone else flirts with his S/O):

Todoroki is a calm and collected person, only conveying strong emotions in times of distress.

He's a soft boi, he doesn't easily get provoked with little things (except his Dad), unless when something bad happens to you.

You both were on a date at a park.

You sat by the bench as Todoroki went to buy ice cream.

You were minding your own business, admiring your surroundings especially the beautiful sounds made by the birds until a figure sat beside you.

It was a boy about the same age as you, wearing a loose colorful collared-shirt with a few buttons unbuttoned, showing off his collarbone and upper chest. His hair was gelled upwards, gold chains hung from his neck and hands. He gave you a smoldering look akin to a gecko being fed with a lemon slice.

"Hey Baby, you look lost. I can be your map to guide you to my heart" The man winks. Fuckboy alert.

You cringed, feeling disgusted by his advances.

Moments later, Todoroki comes back with two cups of strawberry ice cream and (f/f) ice cream.

He sees the man flirting with you, and grew alarmed when he saw the look of discomfort on your face.

He was about to swat the man off politely but,

When the man touched your wrist, he s n a p p e d.

He stomped towards you both, his teeth clenched in both anger and annoyance. Because who does the man think he is?

"What do you think you are doing with my girlfriend?" His tone was firm, his eyes held a dark glare as if it bore into the man’s soul. The man cowered in fear before scurrying off.

“Did he touch you elsewhere?” You shook your head no.

When you guys got home, he immediately captured your lips in a fervent kiss. His hands immediately roaming around your body, caressing every part of it. He wants to erase the man's touch on you, wanting to replace it with his.

He gets rough when he's jealous. (and secretly kinky too oOf)

Your moans filled the room as your back leaned against the wall with your dual-haired boyfriend on his knees. Your right leg was placed over his shoulder giving him full access to your entrance as he lapped over the juices from your dripping sex. He eagerly sucks on the fleshy pearl before plunging three digits within your pussy and started fingering you.

A coil formed on your stomach, your walls started clenching around his fingers but before you could release, he pulled them out making you whine.

"S-Shouto.... P-please.. "

"Please what, Love?" He teased, licking his fingers to taste your sweet, succulent juices.

"Please just fuck me already... "

And he did, eliciting a broken moan from you as he filled you to the brim. He was so thick that he made you feel so full but of course he let you adjust to his size, he doesn’t want you to get hurt.

Telling him that he can finally move, he starts moving his hips slowly, gradually increasing his pace.

Until he's basically pounding into you, pulling you down by your hips to meet his cock. He nips at your soft skin leaving purple marks to mark his territory.

"Who do you belong to, Love?"

"Y-yours Todoroki Shouto! I b-belong to you only!"

"Good girl" He smirks before proceeding to fuck you thoroughly. He wants to prove to that man that you belong to him and only him.

His tip was constantly kissing your womb, making you moan louder, bringing you close to orgasm.

Once he struck the spot one last time, the knot in your stomach snapped and both of you came harshly. Your back arched as you anchored yourself on him, feeling waves of pleasure flow through your veins. Todoroki threw his head back in bliss, as he emptied himself within you.

You both panted and breathed in deeply as you let your bodies relax from the exhausting activity.

You find this new side of him hot and you can't wait to see more of it.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

SFW (When he’s touch-starved):

Bakugou Katsuki may be a hot-headed, aggressive, and egoistic boy but underneath that tough shell hides a boy who desires physical affection.

He denies it in public but when in private, once your fingertips lightly touch his arm, he will melt and turn putty in your arms.

Despite his brash personality, all he wanted was someone to hold him close and to shower him with affection.

He has a thing for hugs.

Give him or surprise him with a hug and he’ll explode into a blushing mess.

Also,

He loves it when you cup his cheeks with both of your hands and softly caress it.

You discovered this secret when you were both in the common room watching The Office, the other were in their rooms doing their usual stuff. He looked so cuddly in his oversized bear sweater and white pajamas, his face was concentrated on the show and you had the urge to squish his cheeks.

If the others were in your place, they wouldn’t dare to touch the Hedgehog. They figured that he would kill them.

But you’re the Pomeranian Hedgehog’s girlfriend so you surprised him by raising your right hand and grabbing his left cheek, giving it a soft squeeze.

He accidentally let out a small gasp before pulling his away, he was taken aback by your actions. A blush erupted from his face, his eyes wide.

“O-oi! What the fuck do you think you were doing Dumbass?! Why did you fucking p-pinch my cheek?! Do you want me to blow your brains out huh?!” He stammered.

You gave him an amused smile. He looks so cute when he’s like that.

“Answer me Dumbass!”

“You looked cute in your clothes and you’re even more adorable when you’re flustered like that”

Blasty Boom Boom Boi was speechless.

How dare you say that he’s cute.

“S-shut up! I am not cute! Stop trying to make me flustered you fucking-“ you cut him off by enveloping him in a hug, he tried to struggle but stopped resisting when you hugged him tighter. He was still giving you insults but they weren’t offensive, just phrases like ‘Idiot’, and ‘Stop hugging me or e-else…’.

Ever since that happened, Bakugou began to crave for your touch. He wants to hold your hand, embrace you in his arms, and kiss you. He wanted nothing more but to feel you by his side. Sure he may sound needy and desperate, however he can’t help but feel this way when it comes to you.

He’s so enthralled by you.

Without your touch, his anger level increases tenfold making him more cranky and aggressive than usual. You're the only person (apart from Kirishima) who keeps him grounded.

His pride won't let him admit it but he's grown attached to you (please don't leave the adorable hedgehog alone).

Katsuki woke up from his slumber in your shared bed, only to find out you weren't there. He tried searching for you around the room even running to the bathroom but still couldn’t find you so, he panicked.

'Shit! What if something happened to you?! What if a villain snuck in and kidnapped you?!What if he's too late-'

His thoughts were interrupted when a delicious aroma of cinnamon and bacon filled the air.

He hurried downstairs to find you cooking cinnamon pancakes and bacon in the kitchen, you were wearing a Ground Zero apron that fit snuggly to your figure.

He sighed in relief before smiling softly.

He approached behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning his body on you.

You squealed in surprise, almost letting go of the pan but thankfully you didn't.

"K-Katsuki!? You surprised m-me! What are you doing out of bed? I was supposed to surprise you with breakfast-in-bed"

"I missed you Dumbass.. " He mumbled, loud enough for you to hear, as he placed his chin over your shoulder. A faint blush dusted over your cheeks, taken aback by his choice of words and behavior.

"Let's go back to bed"

"But Katsu, I have to finish cooking our breakfast"

"Breakfast can wait. Cause I wanna cuddle you dammit" He says before turning off the stove. You turned to face him, about to retort when he suddenly scooped you in his arms and carried you over his shoulder. He started walking towards your shared bedroom.

"Katsuki, what are you-" He cut you off by giving a playful slap to your ass, causing to release a soft whimper. He gave you a smirk.

You enjoyed your cuddling session with Katsuki throughout the day.

NSFW (How rough he is when someone flirts with his S/O):

He may have an explosive personality but he can get territorial over you too. He doesn't like it when another guy flirts or harasses you. Because if he finds out that someone is making you uncomfortable then he won't hesitate to blast them off to the next century.

This man exudes aggression and protectiveness.

Someone flirts with you + his protectiveness = wild, exhausting sex

It was proven when you and the rest of Bakusquad were out to go night clubbing. Mina and Kaminari decided that the gang should have a drink to loosen up a bit. Hero works became quite stressful so they figured they needed something to relieve the stress.

You wanted to do some finishing touches on your makeup so you excused yourself and went to the bathroom.

Lightly applying some foundation and lipstick, you placed them back in your small pouch. You walked outside of the restroom and before you could three steps, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you to the side.

You figured that it was your boyfriend but when you turned, it was a stranger. He looked far older, his breath reeks of alcohol and he wore a crooked smile.

"Hi there Babycakes, wanna have some fun?" Ugh pedo.

"Let go of me!"

"Aw why not Babycakes? I wouldn't want to waste this opportunity to give a beautiful girl like you a good time. I can't wait to taste your luscious body" He smirks as he tightened his grip on your wrist and tried to pull you towards him. You struggled out of his grip and thought of using your quirk to push him off but someone arrived.

"Oi old man, release your fucking grip on my girlfriend or else I will blow your insides into bits" You both turned to see Katsuki, his palm opened as he made small explosions. His face held a furious expression, looking like he was gonna go on a rampage.

"K-Katsuki"

"S-shit, it's Ground Zero!" The man whimpered and ran away out of fear, leaving you and Bakugou alone in the hallway. He clicked his tongue in annoyance before pulling you against his chest. You could feel the growing sexual tension between you and him.

"That fucking bastard touched what's mine, how about we change that yeah?"

You gulped, both excited and terrified of what he was about to do.

Prepare yourselves for some exhausting, rough sex.

He’s basically a sex god.

Katsuki smirked at the sight before him. In the bed was you, fully nude to showcase your glorious form, your eyes blindfolded, hands tied above your head. Your face was flushed and drool was coming out of your mouth. Whining, you rubbed your thighs together. You were so desperate and needy for a good fuck. You wanted him to touch you, pleasure you, fill you up real good until you're knocked up.

You gasped when he suddenly flipped you into all fours, your torso falling down on the bed with your ass up in the air.

"Look at you, so beautiful... And wet for me" He says, lightly tracing his fingertip over your pink folds. Admiring how your pussy glistened as your juices dripped down your thighs.

"Please...."

"Please what, Babygirl?"

"Please Daddy, just fuck me already-Oh fuck!" He slammed his cock into you and started pounding into you. You mewled in delight as his large cock was stretched you.

He groans as your cunt kept clenching around him, every time he tries to pull out, your walls would grip it tightly as if it wouldn't let him leave.

"D-Daddy I'm c-close" You breathed out as you could feel yourself get closer to the edge of orgasm. Instead of stopping, Katsuki spread your legs wider and roughly snapped his hips, his tip hitting your cervix. You moaned loudly as he hit the right spot before moving your hip in rhythm with his, urging him to do it again.

"Yeah that's it Babygirl, you belong to Daddy only... Only I!" He gave a sharp thrust causing you to moan louder than before.

"Can" Another deep thrust.

"Fuck you like this!" Another thrust that pierced your womb, causing you to cum violently. Your body shook, drool dripping down your mouth as your eyes rolled back at the euphoric bliss you're feeling. Katsuki hissed as your walls clenched tighter around him, it took him willpower to not cum yet. He waited as you ride down your high.

Just as you were about to settle down and close your eyes to rest, he flipped you on your back, removed the blindfold from your eyes revealing your eyes clouded with lust. He spread your legs even further and smirked, earning a moan from you as he started moving his hips.

"I'm not done with you yet Babygirl, I'm gonna thoroughly fuck you again and again until you'll only remember me and my cock in you"

Oh boy, a very long night indeed.

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grace-writes-shit · 5 years

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Animal Instinct (Tony Stark x Reader)

Request: Hi! Could I request prompts 64 and 90 for Tony Stark? Thank you!

Words: 1836

Characters/Pairings: Tony x reader, Bruce Banner, Wanda, Vision, Animals

Warnings: A little angst, fluff, cursing

(Y/N) lounged in the comfy daybed nestled in the corner of the bright, spacious room. A book was resting on her knees and flowers danced in her hair. The room was designed to fit her personality – and powers.

“Mr. Dougal, I already told you, I just fed you.” Her voice rang through the air like wind chimes.

“But Celia ate half!” A tiny voice buzzed from a glass tank on a stand next to the bed.

“And I feed you both enough to split it,” She told the ornery Leopard gecko. A small humph sounded, along with the scuttle of claws on the basking rock. (Y/N) chuckled before returning to her book.

Animals and plants. That was her power. Talking to animals had come as naturally to her as it had with talking to people. Her parents had pulled her out of school at a young age, for the fear that their child would be ostracized.

Not long after, she was sprouting flowers from nowhere. Flowers grew in any space they could. From the walls of her bedroom to the banister of the stairs. That was when her parents realized their daughter wasn’t just imaginative. She was a freak.

The first chance they had, they shipped her off to some facility for the mentally disturbed. It was there, seventeen years later, at the age of 26, did Tony Stark and Steve Rodgers find her.

The two heroes showed up when they caught word that the headmaster of the facility was using some of the residents with gifts like hers to rob high profile banks. They saved her. Gave her a home. Gave her a reason to live.

She smiled to herself as she recalled that day when the metal door to her dark cell opened to reveal her salvation.

“Smiles like that might make someone think you're trying to seduce them.” An arrogant voice called from the doorway. She smirked. It took a long time for her to even be able to smile, let alone smirk.

“Only you, Mr. Stark. You’re the only one I’d try to seduce.” Flirting had only just become a part of her social arsenal. “Now, what is it you want? You never come to my room unless you want something.” She set down her book and leveled him with a steady smile.

“You know me too well…” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Listen, it’s for science.”

She rolled her eyes. “It’s always for science, with you.” Nevertheless, she stood from her bed, the cat lounging next to her giving her a disgruntled glare.

“I was comfy.”

“Too bad, your Majesty.” The woman waved the Russian Blue off. Turning her attention to Tony she said, “Lead the way, Mr. Stark.”

“How many times do I have to tell you to call me Tony? Mr. Stark makes me feel… I don’t know. Old.”

She chuckled and linked her arm with his as they walked down the hall to the elevator. “Just a few more, Mr. Old Man Stark.” He grunted at her.

Bruce was already waiting for them when they arrived at the lab. He gave (Y/N) a kind smile and thanked her for coming.

“So, what do we have in store for today?” She tilted her head. Bruce observed the slight color change on Tony’s cheeks as the bachelor watched his female companion, their arms still linked and he breast lightly brushing his arm. Bruce hid his smirk by taking a quick sip of coffee.

“Just some normal stuff, hooking you up to some machines and monitoring the energy waves around you when you use your powers.” Tony stiffly removed his arm from her hold. A small frown took over her face at the awkward action.

“Okay, need me to undress?” She asked Bruce. Next to her, Tony was as still as a board. His heart racing in his chest, hoping she couldn’t sense it with whatever power she had. She could.

“Yes, please. There are some gowns in the other room you can change into.” Bruce waved her to the door to their right. Giving him a nod, she made her way to the room, wondering what was wrong with Tony.

Once she was gone, Bruce whipped around to smirk at Tony. The man raised a brow at his friend’s strange look.

“What? What?” Tony crossed his arms, shifting from foot to foot. He looked everywhere but at Bruce.

“You know what, Tony! You like her!” Bruce laughed.

“I do not!” Tony scoffed, “She’s like a sister to me!”

“Last I checked, brothers don’t usually drool at the idea of their sisters undressing.” Bruce sassed back.

Tony sputtered, searching for a comeback but failing. What could he say? That the girl he saved just a year ago ended up being the reason he got up in the morning? Just so he could see that sunshine smile and glittering eyes that lit up his world.

“Hey, man, don’t worry about it. She likes you, too.” Bruce reassured him, noticing the increasing panic in the genius’ eyes. Tony’s head snapped up.

“S-she does? Well- well should I- should I ask her out?” Never before had Tony Stark felt so nervous but excited at the same time. Normally, he’d be suave and seductive, but all of that was replaced with butterflies when he thought of the gifted woman.

“To be honest I could care less,” Bruce shrugged. “I just want these stolen glances and longing sighs to stop.”

“What do think this is? Some sappy, low-budget romcom? Or a fanfiction written by some lonely 19-year-old girl?” Tony tightened his stance, biting his lip.

“Okay, that was oddly specific, but no. Just tell her how you feel and get it over with.”

Tony was going to reply when the door to the other room opened. (Y/N) stepped out dressed in the stiff, boxy hospital gown, not showing an ounce of the curves Tony loved so much. She gave them a smile and hopped onto the examination table.

Bruce gave Tony a look and moved to the machine. “Alright, (Y/N), Tony’s going to hook you up and we can begin.” Tony’s head whipped to Bruce, who simply smiled.

Tensely, Tony took the stick nodes and began sticking them to her temples and chest, careful not to touch her skin.

She noticed his aversion to touch her. When she linked arms with him, and now when he was fixing her up to the machine.

“Are you alright, Mr. Stark?” She asked, tilting her head to look up at his shadowed face. He grunted in reply, not an affirmation but not a denial. Her brows furrowed.

After setting her up and a few tests, (Y/N) was dressed again and storming to her room, slamming the door. It could be heard around the entire compound.

“Jeez, who was that?” Wanda asked as she enters the kitchen with Vision, Tony, and Bruce already there. Bruce just glared at Tony who only looked down at his bowl of cereal.

“Ugh! Who does he think he is? Every time I try to get closer to him, past flirting, he just shoots me down! Like, if you don’t like me, then just tell me! Rather than just letting me hope needlessly that we would ever be anything!” (Y/N) was pacing her room, animals watching her move from their tanks and perches.

“Maybe he’s scared of you?” Harper the crested gecko spoke.

“Or he’s just shy.” Nesta the Hedgehog piped in.

“Hah, Tony? Scared, shy? Not likely!” (Y/N) chucked a stuffed flower at the wall, a gift from the matter of debate. She paused, staring at that smiling cartoon face adorning the flower.

“You like him, don’t you?” Mr. Dougal asked.

“I do… I like him a lot…” She hung her head. “I’ve never felt this way for anyone before. I’m scared of the outcome should I ever admit my feeling to him.”

The animals were silent as she slumped onto a beanbag chair, her head hanging back.

Hours passed with her staring at her ceiling, thinking about that damn billionaire, playboy philanthropist. Her animals had long abandoned her for their warm cubbies and hiding holes. The flowers growing has also closed up for the night.

A knock at the closed door had her finally looking away from the white ceiling, her eyes burning a bit. She hefted herself up and dragged her feet to the door, not really in the mood for company.

“Yes?” She asked tiredly.

“Hey…”

She stopped at the sound of his voice. She took a step back.

“What do you want? Here to show me how much you actually don’t like being around me?” She sounded so pathetic to her own ears. But she couldn’t hide the disappointment anymore.

“Wha- no. No, of course not. Why would you- why would you think that?” He was shocked. Was that what she really thought of him? That he doesn’t like her?

“Well, you’re always stiff and awkward and you never want to… touch me…” She sniffed rubbing a hand over her nose, hiding her face with her hair. “I thought we were- I thought you wanted something more, from all the flirting… But I guess I was wrong…”

“(Y/N) …” Tony reached for her but hesitated. Would she even want to be touched by him? Maybe not… But… Tossing caution to the wind, Tony pulled her into a tight embrace.

“I know- I know I’m not the most pleasant guy to be around. But you’re always so… caring. You care more about me than I do for myself. And I – I love that about you. I don’t hate you… in fact… “He took a deep breath, “I love you so fucking much.” He buried his face in her hair, refusing to see her expression.

“T-Tony…” Tears leaked from her eyes, dropping like liquid diamonds into his chest. His arc reactor seeming to glow brighter. Her arms constricted tighter around his torso, her lips pressing into his neck.

Her hair, running his fingers down her spine. Goosebumps rose in their wake. She shook her head, pressing herself closer to his body.

“It doesn’t matter anymore… Just knowing the man I love, loves me back… it’s enough.” A small smile grew on her face. His fingers brushed her cheek, drawing her to look up at him. His eyes were like fire and the intensity burned her to the core.

His eyes dropped down to her lips, his gaze causing her to lick her lips. Biting her lip, she rose closer to his face. It was all he needed to crush his lips against hers in a searing kiss that imprinted both of their souls.

Down the hall whispers and cheers could be heard.

“About time!” Sam’s voice called. Breaking apart, Tony rolled his eyes and tilted his head up, talking into the room.

“JARVIS, set off the sprinklers in the hall.”

“Yes, sir.”

Screams filled the hall.

#tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony x reader #avengers #marvel x reader #marvel #grace writes shit #my writing

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youngster-monster · 5 years

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a soul that’s born in cold and rain

(lek belongs to @arcquos. check out his art!)

(ayin, thyme and sable belong to @baronetcoins on ao3. check out her writing!)

Death is the endless starlit road, going from and to nowhere. On each side sprawls a forest of pines, branches heavy with snow, held silent and still in darkness. He must walk, though he is lost and alone here: the only way out lies ahead, whatever it may be.

There is no light save for the distant glow of silver stars, no movement but the snowflakes falling slowly from the sky, no sound but the crunching of snow under his feet. No colors but white and grey, the world dimmed by frost and night.

And then all of this changes.

Northern lights held in the shape of a beast, cosmic colors swirling in dreamy patterns as it stands in his path, its bright eyes boring into his.

"I'm supposed to walk," he says, more a question than a request.

"When have you ever done what you were supposed to?" She asks.

On these words she turns her back to him and walks into the woods. The warmth of her presence lingers like heat on a summer night until her tail disappears between the dark trees.

He steps off the path and follows her in the dark.

(Cayde-6 comes back to life shivering, his body freezing except where a furry body is pressed against his side.

"Hello, Guardian," the wolf says, her open maw like a smile, teeth sharp and eyes bright.

He names her Sundance, for the way the weak winter sun shines over her tawny coat. She laughs, hyena like, and calls him a sap, but there's genuine warmth in her eyes when she looks at him.)

Death is the yawning abyss that devours all, the great beast waiting at the end of entropy, that which is and comes from oblivion.

The darkness is smothering, cold and heavy where it sits on their chest, inside their throat, reaching, spreading, covering them, burying them–

They grip at their throat, gasping for air, refusing to give in to the great nothingness stealing their breath. The sound of it is like claws digging into dirt, a persistent scratching, scrapping, searching–

Until it gives out, ever so slightly, all of it, the weight in their lungs and the sound in their eyes. The darkness seems to crumble on itself, just a piece of it, just enough to allow through a small head, tall ears, eyes like black light, dark and luminescent all at once.

"If it catches you, it will kill you," she says, voice like the whispers of wind. "But first it must catch you."

They want to say they are already caught, already trapped, but the darkness gave in, gave out, and there is just enough space for them to stand. As long as she is by their side they would always be just enough space to stand, to breath, unburied.

Uncaught.

She runs, then, as is in her nature. And it must be in theirs, too, because they follow, through the winding tunnels of darkness.

(Occam claws their way back to life, through of six foot of graveyard dirt and the suffocating fear of what lies below. Up above they hear scratching, digging, scrapping, searching–

For them.

They drag themself to the surface and the first thing they see is the rabbit, jittery eyes and ever-moving ears even in her prey-stillness.

She doesn't speak but her small body is soft and warm, alive in a way they forgot they knew. They burry their fingers in her fur like a man drowning and their hearts beat as one, rabbit-fast.)

Death is a pond, quiet and dark, overgrown with weeds, and the water clings to her skin and tries to drag her under.

"You're drowning already," the duck says, sounding unconcerned but not unkind. The feathers he is grooming are milky-white, like the moon seen through clouds. "Why not take the dive?"

He plunges his head in the water. His voice comes out distant as he warns her, Keep your eyes open.

She does even though she feels like she should not. She dunks her head into the water–

(Lek comes awake gasping for breath, waterlogged white hair being gently groomed by the duck sitting on her chest.

"It does no good to linger," he says, "In life or in death. You look terrible, dear."

She shrugs the comment off, as unbothered by it as he is by the water on his back, and lets the sun on her skin and the weight on her chest chase the cold of the water away.)

Death is a crushing ocean, is an endless plain of tall grass, is blindness and silence, is the wide open sky.

(Salvation is a grasping octopus, is a lioness with fur like wildfire, is a hound pressed against your side, is teeth and claws and wings and a thousand things to find the way back home.)

Death is great and inescapable and ever changing.

(So are they.)

Razel's Ghost is not settled.

It's hard to miss, what with the way he shifts constantly. In the field he does it to better fit their surroundings, hiding under Razel's clothes and fighting at his side in turns, one moment a small gecko under the collar of his coat and the next a tiger tearing through Vex circuits like it's tissue paper. In the Tower he is no less restless than Razel is, and while he fidgets and runs around his Ghost orbits around him in his robotic Core form, lands on top of Ikora's desk as a cat before jumping above the rail and taking to the sky on the small wings of a sparrow.

It's obvious. Doesn't mean Razel notices it.

Or rather, he doesn't notice it's not the norm. Most Ghosts keep to themselves, only talking to their Guardian rather than for them. He assumes the same goes for their shapeshifting. Maybe it's a social no-no, letting your Ghost go through a dozen form a minute in front of everyone. That would explain why they keep staring at Cubix and him like… that.

He goes to ask Ikora, eventually, because he trusts Cayde with many things but social etiquette isn't one of them.

"Ghosts typically settle after a few resurrections, most after the first one," she tells him, watching Cubix flit between forms, trying to decide on which one to wear for the day. "It's not that they don't shift in public. It's simply that they can't, ever. An unsettled Ghost after so many resurrections is practically unheard of."

"But... Why?" Razel asks. There are so many advantages to having an unsettled Ghost, after all.

She smiles at his confusion. "They only take this form to better guide our souls back to our body- to life. Once they find the most adapted to the task, they stop changing."

"That makes... Like, no sense. At all."

That brings a calculating look to her face. Her eyes go to Cubix briefly before she brings her attention back to him.

"Tell me, Razel, what do you see when you die?"

"Hm- what? I mean. Nothing, because I'm like. Dead?"

She hums thoughtfully at that but doesn't explain herself further. Razel takes it that the conversation is over and leaves quietly, even more confused than before.

He asks Cayde first, as usual.

Well. Technically, he asks Sundance.

"How did you know?" He asks, cross-legged in front of her.

She doesn't usually talk to people outside of Cayde, but he found that he's an exception to many things, this included.

"He was already a wolf," she says.

"I'm pretty sure he was also a robot back then."

"In soul, not body. He was a hunter, but a lonely one. Lost without a pack to hunt at his side. I became that pack."

Thats answers literally none of his questions. By the wolf-grin she gives him, she knows it.

He groans. "Thanks. I guess."

Time for a poll then.

"She has the heart of a lion," Jason, Ayin's Ghost, tells them. He trapped Cubix under his paws to stop him from running around and has been aggressively grooming him since the beginning of their discussion. Cubix looks disgruntled by it but doesn't dare try to break free. Smart Ghost. "A born leader. A huntress. It was only natural that I take the shape of her soul to better guide it back to life."

One last good lick and the lion releases Cubix. Immediately he turns into a hummingbird and flies up to Razel, hiding in the fold of his collar least Jason decides he needs another bath.

Jason is still laughing when they walk away, a low, rumbling sound that follows them out of the room.

Sable's Ghost is an octopus. She doesn't need water, because she's not a real animal, just a pure manifestation of Light shaped like an octopus, but Razel still feels uneasy watching her wrap her tentacles around Sable's shoulders. He wants to dunk her in a bucket of water just in case she actually needs it and they both forget it. It wouldn't be a surprise: Sable forgets a lot of things like that. Sleeping, eating regularly, where she put her keys...

A bit like Razel actually. They're the Tower's less functional Warlocks, which is really saying something.

"She has a mind like none other," Virgo says. Sable smiles distractedly at the compliment. "And I'm a cephalopod like none other. The way she thinks- always moving, adapting..."

Razel watches the constant curling of Virgo's tentacles around Sable's arms and shoulders, the way she changes colors until making all but one with Sable's lab robes, and thinks he has an idea of what she means. Probably.

They don't even notice him go. He makes a mental note to bring Sable something to it tonight. And an aquarium. Just in case.

Sunny is a delight to be around. She has a voice like summer rain, clear and comforting, and a permanent dog-smile on, even when things are tough. Razel would love to pet her but he's not sure if he's close enough to Thyme to ask that.

"Thyme needed a guide," she says, his head pillowed on her Guardian's thigh while she pets him. "And a friend. I knew she would like a Golden Retriever, and so here I am."

"That's it? She just wanted a dog?"

They both shrug in unison. "It doesn't have to be complicated," Thyme says.

Guess it doesn't, huh.

"So it comes from either my heart, my mind, my soul, what I want, or any combination of those four." Razel stares at Cubix with narrowed eyes, eyebrows drawn together in deep thought. Then he heaves a sigh and drops on his back. His mattress dips under Cubix's weight as his Ghost – currently shaped like a farm rabbit – hops next to him and smuggles against his side. "That didn't help like, at all."

"Do you want me to settle?" Cubix asks.

"I- huh. Not really, I guess."

He likes having Cubix turn into a bear during a fight, but it doesn't seem like a very convenient shape to sleep with – his ship only has so much space.

Cubix tucks his head in the crook of Razel's arms. "There you have it, then," he says and promptly falls asleep.

And that, as they say, is that.

Apparently you're not supposed to touch other Ghosts, either.

Shame they didn't learn that before Razel got his hands all over Sundance.

She just looks so fluffy, dozing next to Cayde while they chat. And they touch all the time – Razel and Cayde, Cayde and Sundance, Sundance and Cubix. It kind of makes sense to cut the middle man and just get his hands on her, right? She must be so soft.

He extends his hand and brushes his fingers between her ears.

It's the slightest touch, because he may be an idiot but he's not an asshole, he respects people's personal space. He's waiting for her to give him permission for a full petting session. But he doesn't get further than that.

His bare fingers touch her and it's like he's touching a live wire and dipping his whole body is fire and holding a star in his hands, all at once. His arms tenses and he gasps soundlessly, chest heaving, and so does she, so does Cayde–

The sensation eases in a second and he snatches his hand back as soon as he can, cringing at the pained sound she makes. Cayde's fingers are inches from his, reaching to stop him and frozen in place.

"Sorry," he rushes out, rubbing at his fingers and not quite looking at Cayde. "I didn't-"

Cayde's hand slowly falls back in his lap. He opens his mouth and makes a faint clicking sound, inner mechanisms rearranging themselves to better accommodate speech, and if he had a flesh and blood body it would be an audible swallow, probably. That's what it reminds Razel of, at least.

He's tremendously fond of Cayde's little noises.

"It's fine," Cayde chokes out eventually. "You- It's fine."

It doesn't sound fine, but Razel isn't going to put up a debate. He nudges the donut box Cayde's way, instead, in silent apology. There's only one left. He can have it... Just this once.

The feeling of it– lingers. A static-y kind of feeling under his skin, an itch he can't scratch.

He has to do something about it

"Here."

Cayde looks up from his report to Razel, who's standing there like an idiot, Cubix dangling from his outreached hands. He's shaped like a cat today, because they both consider that to be his most pettable form.

"What?"

He sways Cubix slightly. "Take him."

"... What?"

Cayde is very eloquent today. He's not often speechless but right now he's blinking owlishly at the two of them, mouth opening but no sound coming out.

Razel sighs. "I shouldn't have touched Sundance without asking. I'm sorry. But you can touch Cubix, if you want. As, you know. Payback or something."

Cayde shakes his head as if waking up from a daydream. "I told you it's fine," he says. "You don't have to feel like you have to-"

"I want you to though."

Back at it again with the dumbfounded blinking. Sundance, who he's carefully not looking at, follow the gentle swaying of Cubix his in grip with her golden eyes, no other part of her body moving.

"You what?"

"I asked Lek, about the whole... Touching daemons thing." Lek is an expert, or she acts like she's one, which is kind of the same thing. She never says no to explaining stuff to him, even if she spends most of her explanation laughing at him. "So, it's fine if you don't want me to touch Sundance. But you can touch Cubix. If you want. Because I do. Because you're important to me and I like you a lot. But it's fine if you don't want to."

"I- What?"

Traveler, he's slow today.

Razel takes matters into his own hands, crosses the space separating them in two steps and drop Cubix in Cayde's lap.

Cayde's hands fly up and stay there, hovering above Cubix. The cat has already curled up in his new spot, carefully not touching any bare stretch of metal in case Cayde doesn't want this.

Again, that faint clicking sound as Cayde glances from Cubix to Razel back to the Ghost.

Slowly, carefully, giving them both time to say no, say nevermind this is weird actually. They don't. His fingers brush against Cubix's back.

The reaction is... Quieter, this time around. A shivers that goes through all four of them. Razel's breath stutters in his throat. Warmth bloom in his chest, spread through his limbs to the very tip of his fingers. He exhales slowly, shoulders relaxing, opens eyes he didn't notice himself closing.

Cayde is carding his fingers through Cubix's fur with a dazed look in his eyes. Every touch is like static, settling into bonfire-warmth in the pit of Razel's stomach.

"Well," he says, then stops. His brain isn't exactly up to words right now. "Cool."

He sits down on the ground next to Cayde, folds his legs, lays his shaking hands in his lap and his head against Cayde's thigh. He breathes in deeply, closes his eyes again, and lets the feeling of absolute love and contentment radiating from Cubix lull him to sleep.

#writing #destiny 2 #cayde-6 #my ocs #razel #occam #daemons

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Mr. Brightside 1.5

There's a tapping at her window, a very annoying tapping. It was morning, but as far as any of the Phirun residents knew, it could be late night. The clouds in the sky never let through any light, at least not enough to make the country seem as bright and fertile as other countries. As the tapping sound continues, Jordyn groans at the sound and rolled over on the couch, or rather off the couch and into the pile of books she had been reading the previous night. “Owww....” She whines and sits up, rubbing her sore back before glaring at the window. There, on the sill sat a little black bird with large eyes wearing a blue conductor's hat and a little messenger bag on it's back. The bag was much too small for anything to fit inside, but the bird liked wearing it. Either way, she was not happy to see it. “This better be good...” She muttered as she got up from the pile and dusted herself off, but not before etching a 'good morning' onto her wrist with a pen. She knew it was already nighttime where he was, but she still wrote that no matter what time it was. She hadn't told him about this system, though, since she thought it would be very strange for him to hear. In Phirun, homes are much too far apart and there are no clear roads to one house, so mail of any sorts can't be delivered in conventional ways. Debt collection letters were delivered by the organization themselves, other things were delivered via these little black birds aptly named 'Mail Birds'. It saved paper and it saved nearly an entire day's trip around the entire country delivering this information. That and it was always nice to see a harmless bird rather than a Varistradi member at your door any day. Opening the window, she held out her hand for the bird to hop onto. “What's going on? Why'd you wake me up?” She asked in a sleepy tone. The bird flapped it's wings before opening it's large beak. “Tragedy in Lukso Province!”

The moment the sun lights up the stables, his eyes snap open, excitement littering his face. It was hard to tell if he had even slept a wink last night, but then again, who could? He would be able to see his family again, his friends, the elder, Pairo...he'd see them all again and he couldn't wait. He had so much to tell them, of all the things he's seen, the people he met. He wondered if Pairo passed his own test. If he did, and boy did he hope he did, they could go on adventures too! They could even go find Jordyn and the three of them could be like this adventuring group! They could discover all sorts of things like D Hunter! A giggle left his throat as he untied the Portanto bird, carefully leading it out of the stable so he could get on it safely without hitting his head on the doorway. “We gotta hurry, okay? It'll probably be sunset when we get back home, and I don't want to keep them waiting.” He explained, though knew the bird couldn't possibly understand him or his excitement. As he climbed onto the bird's back, he gave it's head a good pet before directing it towards the path before giving the reins a good snap. And just as the boy suspected, the sun had started to set just as they got on the very familiar path back home. They barely stopped for a snack, only his growling stomach reminding him that he should eat something before getting home. That just reminded him of his mother's cooking, however. It was always so warm and comforting; he missed her beto root pies and her mangosteen cider. He couldn't wait to taste those again. He wondered just how much his parents missed him. Did they pray for him every night? He wondered if how worried she got over him. He'd have to apologize for that the moment he saw her. And his father...he wondered if he read any new books while he was gone. Surely he must have...if not, well, Kurapika had more than enough books from his journey. He could show him all the stuff he learned from these books! From the story of Moby Dick to the peculiar fantasy story The Neverending Story there was more than enough books to keep him preoccupied for weeks! His smile grew wider at the thought of being with his parents again and he whipped the reins once more to make the large bird go faster.

But...he couldn't help but notice something incredibly off about his surroundings. Usually, there was life bursting from the forest. A colony of sugar gliders was a very common sighting just at the entrance to this forest...yet they were nowhere in sight. They couldn't have possibly migrated away, there was no reason for them to do that. Maybe...just maybe they were all asleep for the night. Maybe. The boy kept riding on, trying to shake off the weird occurrence. It was still incredibly silent, though. Where were the birds? The geckos? Every sound that used to make this forest seem so lively was gone. And that turned his stomach. What was going on? And then came the stench. “W-Whoa!” He pulled the reins, causing the Portanto to skid to a halt. He could feel his heart thrum against his chest as he stared down the path. He couldn't ignore it anymore, something was terribly wrong. There was a reason none of the fauna were making any sounds, there was a reason this place felt different. Something horrible happened here...and he didn't want to know what. But for some reason, he ordered the bird forward once more, but this time at a slower pace. He had to see. He had to know why he felt the need to run, he needed to see what had happened to his home. The stench did not go away the closer they got to the village. The closer they got, the more he recognized what the smell was.

Something was rotting.

But for how long? How long was this going on for? Why hadn't anyone cleaned it up yet? Surely...it must have just been an animal that had died. One of his people had to be in charge of cleaning it up, but then...why had it gone unchecked? The bird continued forward until the houses were in sight. Then it suddenly stopped, almost as if it were frozen in fear. It's feathers puffed out as it stared on at the sight, it's beak clicking as if to scare away whatever had been intimidating it. Kurapika kept staring down at the saddle, too afraid to accept what would be in front of him. From the large bird's reaction, it wasn't good. His heart continued to pound as his breathing quickened; he lifted his head slowly to look just beyond the bird's head.

His eyes widened in horror and disbelief. The houses were ransacked, splatters of red covered the wooden panels of what was left standing, but what caught his eye immediately were the figures lying motionless on the ground. His hands shook as he slowly got off the bird. “This is a nightmare...” He whimpered, trying his best to convince himself this was nothing more than a dream. This had to be a dream. This couldn't possibly be happening. He no longer noticed the rotting smell as he approached the bodies closest to him. There were wounds all over them, heavy bruising, lacerations, all obvious signs of a struggle. But what was the most sickening was the fact that most of these bodies were headless. They were clean and very precise, whoever did this. “P-Pairo...” The boy whimpered as he walked further into the village, looking for any signs of his best friend. “P-Pairo!!” He yelled out into the empty village, desperately hoping he would get an answer. But he never did. He found no comfort here in this village of death, the horrified looks on their decapitated heads told him everything. From the hollowed eye sockets to the anger and fear ridden final expressions. There was only one thing he found in the midst of this horrid scene. A single piece of paper with large handwriting on it.

“We reject no one, so take nothing from us.” Jordyn stared horrified at the bird, not even noticing her own hand shaking even after it flew off to deliver the news to another. “I-It couldn't have been...T-There's no way it was his Lukso, it had to have been another Lukso...” She spoke to herself as she walked over to the coffee table again in order to grab the pen. There had to be another Lukso Province, there were duplicate town names all over the world, surely there had to be more than one of this. 'Are you there?' She noticed very well that there wasn't a response to her 'good morning' from earlier. She gulped hard, trying not to think of the worst outcome. 'Come on, answer me.' A minute passed...then 5...then 10. No answer. 'Answer me!!' No matter how long she waited, there wasn't any response. She couldn't feel the tickle of a pen on her skin, she couldn't even see any sign of him looking at her words much less acknowledging them. “W-What was his name!? How did he spell it!?” Maybe if she wrote out his name, he would respond to her. “How did he spell it, how did he spell it!?” She dug her hands through her hair as she tried to remember. She pulled it, shook her head, even stomped her foot on the floor to try to get herself to remember it. She bit her lip hard as she felt tears forming in her eyes out of frustration and fear. 'Pickt! Pickt answer me!' That couldn't have been his name, there was no way. But she tried it anyway. She had to get his attention somehow, she had to get a response. But one never came. 'Tell me you're okay! You're not allowed to leave me alone, too! Pickt! Pickt answer me!' 'Please just say something' 'Don't don't leave me alone' 'Please don't break your promise'

'Please'

#Ragedriiven #ANNGGGSSSTTT #Slight Gore #One-Shot #Soulmates AU #[It hurt to write this]

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HALLOWEEN FAMILY FESTIVAL CULTRA 2018

The scariest time of the year is upon us…Hallowe’en It’s the time of year when ghosts, ghouls and witches awaken to wreak havoc and instil fear among the living. Beware the Witching Hour, as this may well be the last hour you ever see. As darkness falls, the dead come to life and flesh-eating zombies walk the earth hungry for human flesh. Leave your homes at your peril…don’t say we didn’t warn you. Happy Halloween from the Halloween Family Festival Cultra 2018.

Fangs for dropping in

So the intro may be a little melodramatic but it is Halloween, and although the living dead don’t actually walk among us (although, Mummy in the mornings….yikes), Halloween is a time for fun, fancy dress, lotions, potions, vampire bats, black cats and witches hats. For Halloween 2018 we received an invitation from the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum to attend the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, which is situated just outside Belfast. An invite that we duly accepted. Lily-Belle brought her school friend Mia, and Matilda was just happy because she could dress up. Lily-Belle dressed as a Vampiress, Mia a witches black cat and Matilda became a witch for the day.

THE DEATH OF LORD KNOX

Our arrival at the Ulster Folk & Transport Museum came after a 2 hour car journey. Fortunately we were extremely lucky (and surprised) to find a parking space right outside the main entrance. Other visitors had to park in the lower car park and use a free shuttle bus to the entrance. The Halloween Family Festival Cultra is a very popular event as the place was heaving. Thankfully entry queue times were less than 5 minutes and we were soon transported back in time. Upon entry we were handed a leaflet by a lady dressed in period costume. The leaflet contained information about the death of Lord Knox, a suspicious wedding to Elizabeth, his estranged son Lancelot and an invite to attend Lord Knox’s funeral at 15:00 in the church. As well as the funeral, Lord Knox’s killer would be revealed. Murder…mystery…suspense! Who would the killer be?

And Lord Knox’s killer is…..

THE CHAMPION OF CHAMP

Our Halloween trip back through time began with a visit to one of the old terraced houses, the aroma of home cooked food wafting out of the front door. Boiled potatoes mashed with milk, melted butter, cheese and a pinch of salt and pepper to taste…traditional Irish champ! Small portions were handed out to sample and what a tasty warm delight on such a cold Autumn day. Inside another house was offerings of freshly baked apple pies. Bang goes the diet! Continuing our journey into the unknown, we tread carefully as we walk past cackling witches, monsters, skeletons and superheroes! SUPERHEROES? That’s the great thing about the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, it gives young children (and adults) the opportunity to dress up however they see fit.

Champ…the food of champions

Tasty to the core

AS MAD AS A BOX OF FROGS

In the Dispensary Scientific Sue was demonstrating all kinds of ‘magic’ scientific tricks. This show was what the girls were most looking forward to at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra. Lily-Belle and I have met Scientific Sue before. On that occasion Lily-Belle had waist length hair and was plucked from the audience to help demonstrate static electricity. For today Scientific Sue used Lily-Belle to demonstrate chemical reactions to change the colour of water. There was also the use of dry ice to extinguish fire, and a demonstration on how to make slime (a firm favourite with the children) and other equally mesmerising experiments. Scientific Sue is amazing to watch but, if you ask me, she’s as mad as a box of frogs (in a good way). In all honesty we could watch Scientific Sue all day long, she is truly fascinating to watch.

What do you call a magic dog? A labracadabrador

Taking notions to make lotions and potions

IS THERE A DR IN THE HOUSE?

There certainly was. Dr Martin was making his rounds at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra. No doubt having to dress the neck wounds of those who had been bitten by vampires. He was more than vocal in expressing his views on the death of Lord Knox. The Dr was also very keen for all to attend Lord Knox’s funeral where he would be divulging who the killer was. Dressed to impress in his pinstripe suit, black bowler hat and carrying a brown leather medical bag, Dr Martin disappeared down a narrow lane between Cluan Place and Ballycultra Tearooms. Was Dr Martin the person who sealed Lord Knox’s fate? Did Dr Martin and Jimmy O’Neill, the proprietor of the Hardware Shop, meet to work on an alibi? Suspicious…and why was Dr Martin wearing black gloves?

WATCH OUR INTERVIEW WITH DR MIKE SIMMS

Vampires are a real pain in the neck!

Is there a Dr in the house? No, he’s in the hardware shop

SEEKING SANCTUARY AND SALVATION

Feeling fearful, we found sanctuary in the church at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra. A beautiful building dating back to the early 1900’s, the building was void of all things demonic. Although, we did see a Witch and a Vampiress deep in prayer! Maybe a turning point in their undead lives? Just across the village green the old Picture House was showing a horror film…not for the faint-hearted! Just a few doors down was Ballycultra tearooms so we took the opportunity to drop in for a feed. ‘Ghoul’ash for Daddy, Pork and L’eeeeek’ sausages for Mummy, a saucer of milk for the cat (Mia), a bag of Type X blood for the Vampire (Lily-Belle) and a cauldron of critters for the Witch (Matilda).

A cup of tea and a bowl of blood Type X

Lights, camera, popcorn

SENTENCED TO DEATH

Approaching the old Courthouse we saw a sinister figure lurking behind the wrought iron gates, a vampire, fangs sharpened and ready to ambush his next victim. The Courthouse gave us an insight into the history of law, cops, crime and capers at Ballycultra. In the chambers Lily-Belle and Mia pretended to be Judges and poor Matilda was sentenced to death! A tad harsh considering her only crime was ‘being grumpy’! I’d settle for her tidying her bedroom…far less paperwork! On to the Wicker Man who was sculpting a magnificent huge throne from willow. There was also the opportunity for the girls to wear wicker heads. Plenty of giggles at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra!

Blood donors step this way

Wicker…but not Alan

TRADITIONAL GAMES

Throughout the course of the Halloween Family Festival Cultra there were lots of different activities for the children to enjoy. Not wanting to commercialise the Halloween event, the museum had traditional Halloween games such as apple bobbing, magic shows and craft activities. The girls were less than happy to participate in the apple-bobbing as they didn’t want to get their hair wet! Mantella had brought a fantastic assortment of animals including a very friendly boa constrictor, a Chilean rose hair tarantula, a scorpion with a definite sting in its tail and a giant gecko lizard. The children loved handling this array of weird and wonderful creatures….all in the name of education.

READ ALL ABOUT OUR VISIT TO SEE DIPPY ON TOUR

Making friends with Mantella

THE CLOCK STRUCK THREE

After our encounter with the critters of Mantella we visited a number of the old properties. Ulster Folk & Transport Museum is a charming place to spend the day and the attraction is steeped in history. I thought the children would get bored but no, they were more than content nipping in and out of the buildings. Bong…and the clock strikes three at the Halloween Family Festival Cultra, well…it struck three ten minutes ago. We’re late for the funeral of Lord Knox!

The Bob Marley printer….a;ways jammin’

Fine dining with a musical interlude

A very dapper looking dude

AND THE KILLER IS…

As the saying goes ‘you’ll be late for your own funeral’, that may be so, but we were definitely late for Lord Knox’s! This will come as no surprise to our regular readers as we are ALWAYS late! In the pulpit the Minister listened intently as Dr Martin read out excerpts from the late Lord Knox’s diary. Lady Knox, with a black veil covering her identity; paced erratically in front of Lord Knox’s coffin. The mourners sat silently, every now and then letting out gasps of disbelief at what Dr Martin read from the little black diary. Alas, the time had come to reveal Lord Knox’s killer. Have you guessed who it is? Watch our video as we reveal the name of Lord Alfred Charles Knox’s murderer…

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Lord Knox’s killer was none other than Lady Elizabeth Knox, but not as you and I know her, Lady Knox was in fact…Isabel Sidegrave….a callous and cold hearted witch who haunts Ballycultra’s residents! Hysteria ensued and the Minister urged mourners to return home instantly and barricade their doors. Evil is truly among us!

What a magnificent drama to end our day at Halloween Family Festival Cultra 2018 – in a word, brilliant!

WOULD WE GO BACK

Of course. Although the Halloween family Festival Cultra isn’t very scary, it is a great event for children and adults. Lots of traditional games and activities for the children, and there’s also the historical aspect of the visit for the adults. A very worthy attraction to visit.

With a very special thank you to:

Sinead Cunningham – Head of Marketing and PR at NMNI

National Museums Northern Ireland

Ulster Folk & Transport Museum

Thank you for making our visit fun, special and memorable! We look forward to seeing you all again in the not so distant future.

LILY-BELLE (age 9) SAYS I was glad that my friend Mia could come with us. Seeing all of the animals from Mantella was my favourite part of the event.

MATILDA (age 3) SAYS I liked my wiggly witch hat, but Mummy dropped it and broke it. The science lady was really funny and she made good slime.

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Date of visit: 31st October 2018

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Owning your inner B*@$%^!

It's been a while...man 3 years went by fast. However, what better time to make a comeback than after a traumatic experience. Now don't worry some of you will think I'm silly for calling it traumatic but, for me it was horrible.

So Saturday Tristan and I went to the farmer's market and stopped and picked up some fried rice on the way home for dinner. I go to pull in my parking space upon arriving home and someone who was visiting the neighbor was parked there. This is very irritating because I never let anyone who is visiting me park in one of my neighbors assigned parking spots. I tell them to move to one of my two spots. So, long story short I asked the guy to move his car.

We walk in the house bags in hand and take everything in the kitchen. Then I realize I had dirty dishes in the sink (which I hate) so before putting anything away I walk over to the sink to start some dish water. I saw something on the wall behind my dish rack, but it didn't register at first. So, I turn to walk to the fridge to put away our veggies and then it hits me. I just saw a LIZARD! Oh. My. God. My heart start beating 3 million beats per minute and I am immediately in panic mode! It was like fight or flight only I had no fight in me. I'm freaking out, panicking, calling for my son to come in and get the lizard. From across the room I'm directing him on how to try to catch this thing and which way to move... the whole time my eyes are welling up with tears. Suddenly I noticed the lizard has gotten onto the stem of a wine glass that I had flipped upside down on the counter. Perfect, or so I thought. I hand my son the pitcher from our blender and tell him to put it over the wine glass in the hopes that the lizard would jump to the inside of the pitcher. Guess what...it did!

I felt relief for about a half a second and then I realize that the lizard had crawled out of the picture before I could give my son something to cover the opening with. I didn't even get to say a word and the lizard did a swan dive from the picture to the wall behind the kitchen faucet it was a good two and a half to three feet at least. Tristan sees this dive and the impeccable landing on the (vertical) wall and he starts to freak out. Now of course the wall is vertical but I have to point this out to get you to imagine the gravity of the situation. Lol.

I am many things as a single mother but an outdoorsy nature-loving woman I am not!!! I promise you. I am not that girl! I'm scared of everything! I don't do bugs, I don't do snakes, I don't do lizards, and I don't do frogs. Actually I'm positive the list is longer than that but at the moment these are the only things I can think of. I personally don't think that's an unnecessary list. Everyone has fears and a fear is a fear is a fear!

Anyway he's freaking

out...I'm freaking out and by this time I have tears running down my face as I plead with my almost eleven year old son to man up. I'm reminding him that he's the man of the house and that Mom is terrified and begging him to please catch this creature and get it out. I stooped to a new low folks.

With every quick move this little gecko made I almost lost it. The lizard did another dive across the counter and at this point my son starts freaking out so bad he's hyperventilating. Then I'm feeling bad because I feel like I caused it! I didn't know what to do. My feet were literally cemented to the floor and I couldn't take my eyes off the lizard. So I asked him if he's okay and then yelled for him to go get the neighbor.

Now mind you, after living here for a year-and-a-half my neighbors and I have not said more than hi and goodbye to each other. My son runs next door knocks on the door and asks for help. Next thing I know who walks in but none other than the man who was in my parking space! Just my luck. I believe all the blood rushed to my toes at that moment. I felt bad because then I felt like the hugest b*@$%^ in the entire world. However sometimes you just have to own your s***! So, that I did. He got the lizard out for us, I thanked him like 5 times, and that was that!

I felt like a horrible mother because I realize that my son thought that I was yelling at him but really I was loud and freaking out because I was terrified. So I gave him the biggest hug that a mother could possibly give to her son and kiss him on the forehead. I apologized repeatedly to my little man for making him feel bad.

After all the commotion and once Godzilla aka the mini demon was finally out of our house...I was able to breathe at a normal pace again. Then I started feeling bad about being a little mean to the guy about the parking spot and then needing him to save us from a certain death by 4 inch lizard. Lol.

I started to go knock on the neighbor's door to apologize to his friend but then it hit me....with everything we deal with as single parents we aren't always going to be on our A game. We want our keys to be where we put them, are hair and makeup to be flawless, our bodies to be fit and trim, for nothing to ever get broken, to hit the lotto for a million dollars, and to be able to come home and park in our very own assigned parking spot at the end of our walkway. Was it that serious? Probably not, but oh well. One thing is for sure...he will get over it. Sometimes you just have to accept that you're being a total b*@$%^. Don't shy away from it and certainly don't apologize for it. Sometimes it just is what it is. Everybody has those days that we have to own our inner b*@$%^! Embrace it!

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