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emmyrosee · 1 year

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@llovelykris I got your ask and I do enjoy it a lot, but please understand I did change the prompt slightly, so I could feel as comfortable I could with writing it ❤️

Tw // nightmares, night terrors, mentions of death

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It’s the fourth night in a row this shit woke you up.

Tonight, the nightmare completely had you blindsided, a deep-rooted terror that you should be completely accustomed to facing, but tonight for one reason or another, this one in particular was… aggressive.

Maybe it’s because Bakugou was right next to you. Maybe it’s because it’s been a few days since you heard from your family. Whatever the case, it snapped you cold out of a sleep, and you were far from being ready to sleep again, where as nights just prior, you'd been able to doze back off.

With a small grunt of effort you swing your legs over the side of the bed and toe on some slippers, letting your exhausted bones shamble you into the kitchen. You rest your pounding head against the coldness of the fridge and after waiting a moment for your world to stop spinning, you grab the container of grapes, letting the initial tartness ground you.

It was just a nightmare. Just a fucking nightamare, why is this the nightmare that's going to keep you up?

“The hell are you doing up?”

You turn from your bowl of grapes to face your interrupter, whose hair is somehow more wild and crazy, and his cheeks rosy from being pulled from sleep. You shrug and look back down at your fruit, “just… couldn’t sleep.”

“You were knocked out when I got up to pee an hour ago,” he says, voice grumbling. You chuckle softly at the silly phrasing, and you grab a grape, holding it up for him to take with his teeth. He does, and he opens the fridge to take a sip of milk straight out of the carton.

You scoff, “I told you not to do that.”

“And I told you that you’re not usually supposed to see when I do it.” You offer him a string of laughter, grateful for his attempts of making you at ease. There’s a low arm that wraps around your waist, and a forehead that rests against your temple. “You wanna talk about it?”

“You’ve got milk breath,” you tease. You earn a pinch to the ribs to make you yelp and squirm slightly away from him, and he chuckles before pulling you back and closer.

“Don’t be a damn ass. Don’t want you stayin’ up if it’s something we can work through together.”

Goosebumps raise over your skin and you gnaw at your lip, fingers messing with the container you’re holding. You take a deep breath, waiting for him to press and pry further, but he doesn’t. Katsuki never does, even if he wants to pretend like he’s not, he’s the most patient and understanding soul that you’ve had the privilege to know, and right now, you hate him for respecting your boundaries. You want him to jump to conclusions and make his own judgement about you and your struggles, but he doesn’t. He just lets out rhythmic breathing against your pounding head.

“I just had a nightmare,” you say, minimizing the magnitude of your distress. “It’s fine.”

He snarls softly in the back of his throat, “stop lying to me, fucking god. This isn’t my first rodeo, I can read you like a book. Spill, or we’re gonna keep our asses planted right damn here.”

You gnaw at your lip and gently pull away from him. You do anything and everything to avoid having to talk to him: putting the fruit away, filling a cup with water before chugging it down to relieve your cottonmouth, cracking your toes against the hardwood, anything to break up the silence.

But he’s not budging.

It’s something you both admire and hate about Katsuki, when his mind tells him something is important, he’s not moving from it. It’s a healthy form of communication, up until you literally would rather do anything but talk to him.

And even then, he’s unrelenting.

“You’re gonna love me regardless of what I say, right? This won’t make you unlove me?”

“I’ll give you a firm ‘probably,’” he says in an attempt to lighten the mood, but you don’t laugh. He sighs softly and nods, “of course not. There’s minimal you could do to make me not like you, unfortunately.”

That, finally, does make you laugh, and you nod softly as you try to find the easiest way to explain your trauma from these nightmares, your fears and concerns, yet familiarity with them and how sometimes, that’s the scariest part of them all.

They’re so familiar. They’re so vivid. Sometimes, you can’t tell which is real. And that’s terrifying, and something you never thought you’d have to face with Katsuki.

“They’re… theyre dark, Katsuki,” you say lowly, averting your gaze. “There’s a lot of destruction and death and shit I don’t want to face in real life, death and shit for people I love most, and they’ve plagued my nightmares for years and it’s just something I have to deal with now. And I try to keep them out of my life if I can help it.”

He says nothing, you almost wonder if he feels guilty for “forcing” you to say what happens- he never actually forced you to say it, but Katsuki roams in his own layer of insecurity for pushing you. You sigh and angle your head to look at him, his eyes soft and teeth sinking into his lip.

“But… but I can’t,” you snarl softly, brows furrowing slightly. “I’ve tried so hard for years, I’ve done everything I could do to break these damn terrors but nothing fucking works, and sometimes, I just need to not be near people when they happen because I’m terrified they’ll become real, okay?”

He moves his gaze softly, “you’re… you’re really strong for having to go through that.”

You snort, “yeah. Thanks.”

“I mean it.” He takes a small step back to give you some room, eyes gently flicking up and down as if to ensure you were alright. “That’s some traumatizing shit. And I wish I could make it easier.” His words have you softening, shifting to rest back into his arms. You burrow your face in the dip of his pec’s, and his arms tighten around you protectively.

You sigh, “it’s just… hard to tell people about it. This shit doesn’t make me a bad person, and it’s always taken so far-“

“Of fuckin’ course you’re not a bad person,” he grumbles, pulling back again to have you look at him again; there’s confidence in his gaze, and it has you reeling slightly. “You’ve got no fuckin’ say in what happens in your dreams, and anyone who’s made you feel bad about them isn’t someone who deserves your damn time.”

You swallow back your embarrassment and look at him pitifully, “you don’t think I’m… bad? Or scary?”

He rolls his eyes, “do I fuckin’ seem like I’m scared to you? I’m up at ass crack of morning, freezing my balls off to coddle you in the damn middle of the kitchen. You couldn’t scare a bunny if you tried, let alone my stubborn ass.”

His grumbles do have you laughing watery against his chest, closing your eyes and just letting the relief of his lack of judgement course through your heavy veins.

“You don’t have to worry about them becoming real. I’d never let shit happen to you, or your family, or friends, or anyone; especially the shit your mind conjures up. Never.” His words are firm and comforting, and they have your eyes closing as you’re soothed.

These terrors may haunt you. Who knows when they’ll break. But as long as you can talk about them, discuss them with someone you worship and adore, maybe, just maybe, you can gather the strength to get through a night’s sleep.

One of peace. One you’re convinced you now deserve.

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raplinenthusiasts · 6 months

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Shadow 🖤

for @enchantedlaufeyson

@ BLIND / @ bonus

#RAIN WAS PAID ACTOR #i couldn't find any good footage of him so i hope you like it anyway <3 #I’m so so so sorry it took me so long 🫣#kim mingyu #svtgifs #svtcreations #svtsource #svtdaily #forsvt #hourlymingyu #usermery #heyginkgo #homerunj #seventeen #*mine #I would k*** for good video of wet dk and scoups and Dino at the end

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bipanicoverthegravessiblings · 1 month

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How about Ashley x Emo Fem Reader? Like gothic with uhh emotic? Or something like that. Like they meet when they been in high school. And they live in Y/N's house that she get from her parents when they passed

If you had any questions, ask me

Oooohhhh- okay okay!

Ashley Graves x Emo Fem!Reader

Social outcast, you generally considered yourself

Not just you, your peers as well had called you that- or…crude variations of it

Point is, no one in school really liked you

You’ve overheard their gossip- all the same shit really

“I bet she lights cats on fire!” “Look at her sleeves, I bet she cuts herself.” “She’s gonna blow up the school I swear”

They couldn’t even bother to be creative with their assumptions about you- a lot of the same depressed demon stuff

….and you are depressed- but that’s besides the point!

You never really connected with any of your peers..

…well- except one..

Lunchtime was quite possibly the worst part of your day. It was a war zone. In the classrooms you had teachers to lessen the blows your classmates would throw at you, both metaphorically and physically, here the only solace of a savior were the underpaid lunch ladies who were occupied handing out food to students.

You hugged the wall as you carefully watched your peers, they all seemed fairly occupied in their own conversations- not even noticing you. You liked it when they forgot your existence. Loneliness beat cruelty.

There was a table you always sat at, tucked into the corner of the lunchroom- and for good reasons. The surface was littered with graffiti of swears, slurs, those cool S’s, and various crude doodles left by your peers. Not only that, but the table was very wobbly, so badly you usually have to use two textbooks to prop it up. The bottom was covered in dried out, chewed gum- the entire thing was just a sitting “DO NOT COME HERE” sign.

And it was perfect!

No one ever sat there due to how shitty it was, you think the students and faculty didn’t even bother to go near it. They either think it’s cursed, or forgot about it. Or both. Maybe both. But today someone had actually got there before you did.

A disgruntled girl with messy black hair poked at the mystery meat on her lunch tray. Poked isn’t the right word- more like viciously stabbed it repeatedly. Her nose scrunched in frustration, likely not directed towards the so-called food, but it was the only thing she had to vent her frustrations on to. She hadn’t noticed you.

You stood there a little awkwardly, not wanting to startle her on accident, so instead you spoke up meekly.

“Uhm…hi.” You smiled a little, trying to harmless. She didn’t look like your average bullies, but you can never be too careful.

She looked up at you with her pink eyes- her gaze was sharp, and you instinctively tensed in preparation for some insult to be thrown. She gave you a once over before returning to her tray, “…hey.”

“Can I…sit here?” It was a dumb question. Technically this table had been your seat, and this girl just showed up out of nowhere- but, oh well.

She gave a frustrated sigh, “God- did Andy put you up to this?” She asked rather accusatory, pointing her fork at you.

You opened your mouth to reply before she interrupted you, “Look how many times do I have to tell you hussies, you’re just wasting your time! He’s not going to fuck you if you’re nice to me so just—“

“Who’s Andy?”

The question you asked sounded genuine….cause it was. Really, you had no idea who this ‘Andy’ guy was. The girl lowered her fork, eyeing you wearily before she decided that you weren’t lying. She turned her head and muttered,

“….you can sit.”

And so you did. The two of you ate in relative silence. Well- you ate. Your new lunch friend more-so stabbed at her food then ate it. You swallowed down the lump of unidentifiable cafeteria meat and gave her a friendly smile. The silence was deafening and you’d never had anyone to eat with so maybe…maybe this could be nice for a change..

“I’m Y/N.” You introduced yourself.

The girl glanced up at you before returning to her tray, “…Ashley..”

“I’ve never seen you at this table much.” your hands patted the surface nervously.

“Normally I sit with my brother and so-called friend,” her words dripped with malice, “But my stupid brother had to go study for some history test! And my ‘friend’ conveniently didn’t save me a seat…” she stuck her fork into the biggest chunk of her food and muttered, “Fucking bitch…”

“That’s a bit harsh..” you mumbled, causing Ashley to perk up and glare at you.

She practically climbed over the table and held her fork out towards you, making your hands instinctively raise in surrender, “She is a bitch! A doe-eyed hussie who thinks she’s soooooo innocent when she sucks just as much as everyone else!”

“I meant it was harsh that she wouldn’t let you sit with her,” your eyes were fixated on the fork, kind of worried Ashley would drive it into your neck, “I…should’ve been more specific. Sorry.”

Ashley’s pink eyes widened a little, she almost seemed- shocked someone took her side. Slowly, she clambered back to her seat and went quiet. You lowered your hands back into your lap and stared at her. Ashley pushed her tray and folded her arms overtop the table.

“….thanks.” She mumbled.

After that, you saw Ashley a lot more

It wasn’t every day, maybe once a week or two she would show up at your hidden table to eat

Slowly, she came out of that shell and actually initiated conversations

Well- conversations were a stretch. It was more like her venting about her frustrating day while you nodded along and ate.

Eventually, she liked you enough to stop you in the halls and walk with you

Usually her brother, Andrew you had come to learn his actual name, walked with her and she made a show to cling on to your arm

It never failed to make the heat rush to your face

Ashley was cute. Very cute. And had a general unhinged vibe that just made her all the more alluring

So it didn’t surprise you that you’d catch feelings for your new friend

No- what surprised you was when Ashley actually liked you back

You paused, silence hanging in the air as Ashley stared at you expectingly. Her foot tapped with impatience as she awaited what you were going to say.

“Well?”

You didn’t know what to say, the only time anyone has asked you out was as a prank. This was different. The question wasn’t coming from some bully barely able to keep their giggles in, this was coming from your friend. Someone you trusted. Someone who wouldn’t hurt you…..at least you think. She did threaten you with a fork.

Ashley’s growing impatience let you know just how slack jawed you were, “Look- if you’re going to be weird about this then just…forget I said anything.” She crossed her arms, turning away from you in a huff.

That was when you came out of your stupor, trying to salvage this, “No! No! It’s okay- really! I’m just….shocked that you asked me out.” You stammered with your explanation, “I didn’t even think you liked girls..”

“Me neither.” She mumbled, the faintest starts of a blush painting her cheeks. It was cute. She was cute.

Your face softened as you placed a hand on her shoulder, “….I’d love to.”

From there you two were dating

Had it only put more unwanted attention on you? Yes, but you wouldn’t have it any other way

You were happy, so fuck what those jerks had to say

Things were good, and after high school the both of you fucked off to another town

With Andrew in college, it’s not like Ashley wanted to stick around her shitty homelife

And you- honestly had no connections aside from your parents, and moving out was expected

So, it was you and Ashley. Outcast for outcast

#the coffin of andy and leyley #ashley graves #tcoaal #x reader #ashley graves x reader #OKAY-#I am so sorry this took so long #and to anyone who’s sent requests I haven’t forgotten those either #I’ve just been….so goddamn tired lately #motivation to write has been low and I’m trying to find some to make these fics for y’all #cause I love doing this #I love making these things for you folks #and I want to keep doing that #so if progress slows I am very sorry #take care of y’allselves <3

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crybaby-bkg · 3 months

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please, for the love of God, elaborate on mean streak deku, that little blurb you posted is stuck in my head , plz give the ppl some crumbs 🙏🏽

Deku’s the type who you think takes so much to get to that point of snapping and being so mean with you, until you know where to poke at him. at first, you say slick little comments that you know bother him, watch that interview like smile twitch just so at the corner of his mouth, the light in his eyes dim just the tiniest amount. but it doesn’t work—he just puts that facade back up and responds back in that jovial and polite way he always does.

then you try going the physical route. bumping his shoulders when you pass him in the halls, pulling at his ears like some petulant imp when he sits beside you in the break room, kicking his shins under the table when he’s across from you at meetings. but he takes it all in stride, only huffing at you softly but—but you see it. the way you’re wearing him down, how his irritation grows and festers every time he catches a glimpse of your evil little grin.

it comes to a head, again, when you fuck with him about hero work. it’s late, you shouldn’t even be here, and yet here you are—standing in front of his desk, swiping away the reports he had been working on for hours now. he doesn’t say anything for a long while, his head tilted down, the shadows casted by his bangs hiding the green in his eyes. until they look at you, so quick, his movements are barely seen when he brings you halfway over his desk.

“I need you to stop it.” He tells you, firm and slow and deliberate, a hand gripped on the base of your neck as he stands. he’s nose to nose with you, and you can damn near count every freckle dotting his face. his mouth is tight and his thick brows are pulled taut, the scars running across his face twitching and you think—he’s never looked hotter.

“Or what?” You ask him, grinning, a little breathless at the green electricity that runs down his body. “I thought you weren’t a mean person, Deku. Are you really gonna be mean to me?”

he kisses the pout right off your lips. kisses and bites every visible inch of your skin as he drags you over the desk, teeth gnashing against your own; you taste copper, and you think that it’s never tasted better when it comes from him.

(he’s so mad at you the entire time, fusses at you for making him act like this at work. for making him fuck you so hard that it moves his desk a good two feet forward. for making him leave the impressions of his molars on your neck and your chest and your stomach and thighs. for making him grip you so tight that his knuckles white. for making him like the airy look you get whenever he gets so, so mean with you.)

#I’m so sorry that this took so long for me to get to 😭#I’ve been busier than usual and my memory is akin to dory I fear #but I hope you like it!!!!#I wub him vury much <3 #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#deku treats! 🍬

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molinaskies · 2 months

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The thing that bugs me about the many conflicts of interest that happen between sonic and shadow is that no one in the fandom seems to consider that the fact sonic was wrong doesn't mean shadow was right

This is such a good point. Say it louder for the people in the back!

Sonic and Shadow fundamentally butt heads because of how they both view their responsibilities to protect the world.

The most pointed example of this for me is the inciting incident in Sonic Prime. I’ve already said a while back that I think Shadow is equally to blame for shattering the crystal because he was the one who prevented Sonic from doing what he had to do. I got some pushback saying that Sonic was the instigator of Shadow’s aggression, but I have a hard time believing that when Shadow literally greeted Sonic with a punch. Yes, Sonic still made a lot of mistakes that I acknowledged in my original post, but Shadow immediately set the tone for that encounter and it was NOT positive. My point in bringing this up again is to say that they both fucked up, but Shadow, the show itself, and much of the viewers blame exclusively Sonic because Shadow somehow stole the moral highground.

More nuanced, however, is the discussion around Sonic’s moral code as presented in the IDW comics (which are canon to the mainline series, btw, if anyone didn’t know. They are the same picture).

In issue 7, Sonic and Shadow argue over whether Eggman should live freely as Mr. Tinker. Shadow states that Eggman deserves to pay for all the pain he’s put Sonic through (among the other harm he’s caused). While Sonic agrees, he hinges on the fact that Eggman isn’t around anymore. Sonic doesn’t want to punish Mr. Tinker because he doesn’t want to be an arbiter of justice.

Yes, Sonic was “wrong,” but was Shadow really right in this case? Everyone in-universe gets upset with Sonic for not knowing something he reasonably had no way of knowing (literally who tf would have predicted Starline? lol) but what they’re really upset with is the fact that Sonic didn’t mitigate the risk.

I really feel like you can’t ascribe moral boundaries to these things. One isn’t good while the other is bad and vice versa. It’s all shades of gray.

#anything underlined is a link to another related post!#it’s like a reward #I’m sorry this took so long to come out it’s been sitting in my drafts for like half a year because I died #I don’t remember exactly why this came up in the moment #I think there was general discussion around how babied shadow is as a character #but I really don’t remember #overall I still agree with this take #though I will note that I have not seen season 3 of sonic prime so I’m missing a large chunk of context #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic #shadow the hedgheog #sonic prime #idw sonic #sonic idw #idw shadow #molina asks #molinaskies

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big-barn-bed · 6 months

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i always come to your blog for the sluttiest pictures of paul and i am never disappointed but now ask humbly… which are the sluttiest. and why

this one: twink takes three men at once

I kid I kid! There’s a few different branches of slutty paul pics. There’s the ones where he just has very few clothes on for no real reason like these

I think the appeal of this slutty paul is how comfortable he is in his own skin. Couldn’t be me!

The next branch are the ones that are just, unreasonably kinky. He did all that to himself!

Then we’ve got the ones that are just Paul being an attention whore. He loves nothing more than someone’s eyes on him. Knowing he’s the most wanted thing in the room.

And thennnnnn you’ve got the ones where the divine faggy presence leaks out of him. Some of my personal faves

That last one…the limp wrist wasn’t enough. had to add the limp knee…

It’s so hard picking the sluttiest pics because he’s just a massive slut! every paul pic is a slutty paul pic, it’s just whatever brand of slut you’re in the mood for.

#I’m so sorry this took so long anon! I’ve been super busy and then all the now and then craziness #thank yew so much for thinking of me :3 #ask

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strawberry-s0ap · 1 year

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bulbasaur stimboard with moss and squishy things for anon!

x x x / x x x / x x x

#i’m so sorry this took so long <\3 #i really struggled with it for some reason so sorry it’s not the best #also if you saw me post this before no you didn’t :)#stimboard #stim #gifs #hands #nature #plants #water #green #brown #food imagery #food stim #pokemon #bulbasaur #requests

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pacifistcowboy · 2 months

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You ever think about how scary an Enerjak Silver would be.

admittedly, i’ve never read archie, but from what i’ve read on his wiki, i can see enerjak is some sorta demigod-spirit that possessed a few echidnas and has practically limitless power? so yeah if silver got possessed by enerjak it would be terrifying. silver’s already powerful as he is, so if he was possessed by this being with god-level strength, psychic abilities, and reality-warping, it’d be all over. he could probably turn the planet to dust with the flick of his wrist. the universe itself would be the thing at risk, the planet would already be gone. enerjak silver would be cool as hell to see. completely undefeatable psychokinetic armoured boy? it’d look so awesome.

anyway since i’ve never read those comics so i couldn’t go too in-depth with this question due to not knowing enough about enerjak, i decided to try design enerjak silver! :]

enerjak’s armour is seemingly inspired by egyptian royalty and armour, and since silver is italian, i decided to base enerjak silver’s armour on roman soldiers! i don’t know if that ended up coming across in the finished design, but i swear the inspiration is there ehfjejfjwjf. i tried to have it so silver’s quills came out the top of his helmet like the crest that some roman soldiers’ helmets had, also i imagine the visor covering his face is moveable, so he can lift it up off his face :]

#thank you for this ask and sorry it took me so long to respond #i’m vv busy with college but wanted to actually properly answer this so i had to find the time to actually learn about enerjak snxjsfj #i always find it so very sweet and lovely that you always tag me in silver stuff and talk to me about him #i have no idea where u came from but u showed up one day seemingly already aware of how much i love this boy #and decided to help indulge me and i appreciate it immensely <3 #hopefully i’ll catch up with the stuff you’ve tagged me in soon #but rn i’m far too stressed and busy but just know that i still love and appreciate it :]]#pacifistcowboyart #enerjak #silver the hedgehog

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sri-rachaa · 1 year

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david shaw aka husband material

ft. the angel wings wedding ring (!!!)

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted fanart #redacted David #redacted shaw pack #so #this took….a lot longer than expected #and also didnt get to be fully finished either ;u;#basically the holidays happened!! and then immediately after I came down with a nasty head cold #which I’m still in the midst of ;u;#the joys ;u;#anyways!!#sorry for how late this came out ;u;#this audio literally dropped like…A WEEK AGO #but ! but late than never right? :3 #rae draws thingz #also I gave David Erik’s earring #that one iconic long upside down pyramid earring?#yes! yes I did :3

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chimachapterbooks · 1 month

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Worriz’s Challenge

Eris perched on a rock and gazed down at the ground far below, her brow knitted with concern.

Just as she had for the last six days, she could see Wolves prowling at the base of the cliffs that the Eagles called home. Now and then, one of the Wolves would look up at her, flash a savage grin, and give a short howl. She did her best to ignore the taunts. But this was becoming a concern.

Ever since the battle for CHI had begun among the tribes, the Wolves had been encroaching on Eagle teritory.

Normally, the Wolf pack was constantly on the move. But this pack was acting like they were here to stay. They were noisy, messy, and threw loud parties late into the night so that none of the Eagles could sleep.

It might have just been a little inconvenience, except for two things: One, the Eagles needed to be able to fly down to the ground to find food, and the Wolves were making that dangerous to do. And two, it was almost time for the Eagles to get their monthly share of the powerful CHi from the Lions, and Eris was sure the Wolves were here to prevent that from happening.

if only we could find some way to make them go away, she thought. But how?

Just then, Eglor flew by. He was very excited, and kept shouting, "I've done it! 've done it!" All the Wolves looked up to see what the commotion was about.

"Shhhh!" warned Eris. "What have you done?"

But Eglor was too excited to speak quietly. "I've perfected a machine that can hurl an Eagle all the way from one end of the forest to the other, faster than any beast that runs or flies. From now on, instead of flap, flap, flap to get from one place to another, it will be zip, zip, zip!"

"Zip, zip, zip?" said one of the Wolves, laughing.

"Sounds more like flop, flop, flop to me!"

Eglor wheeled in the air and looked down at the Wolf.

"Ha! With my machine, any Eagle could outrace a Wolf by twice the speed. That's just scientific fact. There's not even the teeniest, tiniest, most microscopic room for doubt."

"Want to bet?" growled Worriz. The pack leader had wandered over to see what the rest of the Wolves were so interested in. Now he eyed Eglor with a mocking smile.

"Eglor, don't." Eris tried to hold her friend back.

"No good can come from arguing with the Wolves."

But Eglor's pride as an inventor was at stake now.

"Yes, I do want to bet!" he announced loudly.

"All right, then," said Worriz. "I'll bet you I can make it to the far end of the woods faster than any Eagle launched from your machine. If I win, you Eagles give up your share of CHI to us this month."

"And if you lose," said

Eglor, "you go away and leave our nesting area alone!"

Eris slapped a wing against her forehead. What had Eglor just gotten them into?

"Deal," said Worriz. "We race tomorrow ... That is, if you can find someone foolish enough to challenge me."

"Tomorrow?" stammered Eglor. He suddenly sounded a bit nervous. "Now, see here, the machine works— know it does—but it hasn't been fully tested yet, and there are still a few things—"

The Wolves howled with laughter. One of them said,

"You know what they say about Eagles—all flash and feathers."

"If you want to back down, bird," Worriz sneered,

"then I guess-"

"'ll do it!" Eris interrupted him. "I'll race you!"

After she had said it, she could hardly believe the words had come out of her beak. But the Wolves were getting under her feathers with all their insults, and maybe this was the one way to get them to leave their nesting grounds for good. Besides, Eglor was a great inventor. If he said his machine could make her go zip, zip, zip, then it could.

"All right then," Worriz snarled. "Tomorrow. Dawn.

Be here."

The Wolves turned to talk amongst themselves.

Suddenly, Worriz looked sharply back up at Eris. "Oh, and one more rule," he snapped. "No help from the Lions, right, Eagle? For this challenge, you fly solo."

All the Wolves laughed.

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"It doesn't work," said Eglor sadly. "I don't know what happened, but it's not working."

"What do you mean?" asked Eris, in shock. "You told the Wolves there wasn't the teeniest, tiniest room for doubt."

It was the middle of the night. Eglor had taken Eris to see his machine, which consisted of a catapult with a bowl at the end attached to a much bigger metal apparatus by tightly wound springs. When Eglor triggered the contraption, the bowl would be propelled forward and anything inside it would go flying... at least, in theory.

But now the inventor Eagle didn't look so sure.

"When I tested it this afternoon, it worked fine," Eglor explained. "But then I started practicing tonight with things actually in the bowl, like bunches of apples, and . .. well, look for yourself."

Eris looked. There were smashed apples splattered all over the floor of Eglor's workshop. The machine just hurled them straight down at the ground.

"So if I get in this thing tomorrow morning. . . no zip?" she asked.

"More like splat," said Eglor. "We'll have to call off the bet."

"We can't," insisted Eris. "We'll lose our CHI to the Wolves, which will hurt the balance in Chima, and the Wolves will stay down there forever! I have to win the race... somehow. I just have to."

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"Did you do it?" whispered Worriz.

Wilhurt, another Wolf in the pack, nodded. "It was easy. I used a bellow plant to float up the mountain and then tied it down. I got to Eglor's workshop, and broke off part of his machine. Then let the air out of the bellow plant little by little so I could float back down. That Eagle won't be zipping anywhere, boss."

"Good," Worriz said with a wicked grin. "All that Eagle CHI is practically ours. Hey, maybe we'll challenge the Bears and the Gorillas to races, too. Let the Crocs fight battles we'll get all the CHI we want the old-fashioned way: We'll cheat."

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By dawn, Eris had a plan ... sort of. It started with not telling Worriz the machine didn't work. The second part involved getting some help from someone she would normally stay far away from.

Skinnit the Skunk was actually a very nice animal who didn't have an enemy in the world. But no one really wanted to spend any time around him because ... well, he smelled really bad. It wasn't his fault. But no one wanted to risk keeping him company and maybe winding up smelling terribly, too. Still, Eris had always made an effort to be polite to him.

"Skinnit, can you do me a favor?" she asked, talking to him from high up in a tree.

"Me? Really? You want me to do you a favor?" Skinnit replied eagerly. No one ever asked him to do anything other than go away.

"That's right," said Eris. "It's nothing hard. I just want you to do ... that thing you do at a certain place and a certain time."

Skinnit frowned. "You mean you want me to make a stink?" he asked. That was what he did best, but it always made other animals run away. Why would Eris want him to do that?

"Just trust me," Eris reassured him. "You'll be doing something nice for all the Eagles."

"If you say so," Skinnit answered, smiling. "But you had better hold your beak—it's going to get smelly around here!"

Eris grinned. "Thanks, Skinnit," she said. "I knew I could count on you." With that, she flew off. She had a few more non-rule-breaking favors to ask of some old friends.

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After making a few more stops, Eris was ready for the start of the race. She perched in Eglor's lab, waiting for the signal to start. Down below, Worriz was crouched down, ready to run.

"You might as well hand over that CHI now, bird,"

Worriz called up. "It's as good as ours!"

"We'll just see about that," Eris shouted back down.

She glanced over at Eglor, and gave him a wink. The inventor Eagle looked very nervous, but he nodded back.

One of the Wolves stood at the base of the rock spire, holding a palm leaf to start the race. A moment later, he waved the leaf high in the air, and the race was on!

Eris leaped out from Eglor's lab, flying as fast as she could, so anyone looking from below would think she had been rocketed out into the sky. Worriz was running at top speed, too, hoping to put some distance between himself and the Eagle.

As she soared above the canopy of trees, Eris did her best to keep an eye on Worriz, even if she could only see him for a few seconds now and then. She knew the Wolf would would take the fastest path through the forest. In fact, she was counting on it.

In the woods, Worriz was feeling confident. The pack had blazed a new trail through the forest lately, one that made getting from one end to the other a snap. All he had to do was follow the scent the vehicles had left and he couldn't go wrong. He put his nose to the ground, took a big sniff...

... and he almost fell over! His nose was full of an incredibly horrible smell, so bad it made his eyes water.

He shook his head, trying to make the odor go away. But it didn't. It was so overpowering that now he couldn't smell anything else. Worriz knew there was only one animal in the forest who could make a smell that bad.

"Skinnit!" he howled.

Off to the side of the path, the little skunk ran away, disappearing into the trees.

"All right, I don't need my nose," Worriz

grumbled to himself. "I can remember the path .. sort of. I know there were trees ... and a big rock... and some dirt... hmm...

Worriz picked a direction that looked right and started to run again. At one point, he glanced up and spotted Eris through the trees. The Eagle was falling behind.

All he needed to do was put on an extra burst of speed and he was sure to win.

Just then, he heard an enormous rustling in the woods ahead. It sounded like a huge herd of creatures on the move. But there were no sounds of foliage tearing or ground being ripped up the way he would have expected. As he rounded a bend, he discovered why: It was a tribe of Gorillas in their massive Gorilla Machines. But instead of smashing through the jungle the way the Wolf Vehicles did, the Gorillas were being extra careful not to disturb anything as they passed.

The Gorillas' respect for nature meant that they had to move very slowly in their huge machines so they didn't accidentally trample any flowers or even weeds.

"Come on!" Worriz growled. "Hurry it up!"

Three of the Gorillas stopped right in Worriz's path.

"Hey, Wolf, why are you in such a hurry?" said the first Gorilla, looking down from the cockpit of his huge vehicle.

"Yeah, you have to savor every minute of life, the way you do a really good banana," said the second.

"Maybe you just don't see it," said the third. "You Wolves always have your noses to the ground, and you don't look up to see the sky!"

Over Worriz's protests, the Gorillas proceeded to tell him all about how much better life was when you were in tune with all of nature. Even worse, all the other Gorillas stopped to listen, nodding their heads and smiling. It felt like forever before they finally finished and moved on, their machines going even slower than before.

When the Gorillas had finally passed, Worriz ran faster than he ever had in his life. He was heading for the quick-moving river that flowed through this part of the forest. If he dove in and let the waters carry him, he could still beat Eris. Sure, he wouldn't technically be racing. But so what? The only thing that mattered to him was winning!

He was just about to dive into the river when, from behind the trees, a bunch of small figures appeared in his path. Worriz nearly skidded to a halt. He couldn't believe his eyes. Nearly two dozen teenage foxes were blocking him, all smiling and yipping and jumping up and down. Because as everyone in Chima knew, teenage foxes thought that the Wolves were the coolest animals in the forest. Especially the Wolf Pack leader, Worriz.

"Look, it's Worriz!" cried one.

"I told you he was coming!" squealed another.

"Wow, look how cool he is!"

"I just have to get his autograph! I have to!" Before Worriz knew what was happening, he was being mobbed by the teenage foxes! They were tugging at his fur, running back and forth in front of him, and begging for his signature.

"We're your biggest fans," said one of the foxes breathlessly. "You're the coolest Wolf in Chima!"

"I won," said the Eagle. "So pack up your pack and move on."

But Worriz sneered. "Ha!" he said. "That's what you think. Your Lion pals aren't here, so you can't prove you won the race. Looks like your CHI for this month is ours. Hand it over!"

Eris shook her head, a knowing grin crossing her face. She pointed up at the sky. A whole flock of sparrows was circling overhead, cheering wildly for Eris.

"I don't need the Lions to prove I beat you," she said.

"Those sparrows saw the entire race. It's over, Worriz."

Worriz smacked his head and groaned. Even with cheating, he had still lost to the Eagles! "Fine," he grumbled. "You got lucky this time. But next time, mark my words, you won't be so lucky!"

Eris chuckled. "It wasn't luck," she said as a sparrow came and landed on her hand. "Don't you know by now? I have lots of friends."

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Can i request a Doyoung x male reader where Doyoung just figured out why he wanted to take care of m/r? (He's in love!) Doyoung then suddenly blurts out that he likes M/r and then m/r teases Doyoung but reveals that he likes Doyoung too

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Kim Doyoung x Male Reader

Doyoung wipes the corner of your mouth with his thumb, pulling away from you as you sat stunned. The table is silent, unmoving as you look up towards Doyoung. To him it’s another gesture he’s grown accustomed to doing.

It comes natural to him—watching over you. Combing your stray hairs with his fingers—fixing the sleeves of your shirt so they don’t get too long—sending food back if it’s not exactly the way you wanted. He doesn’t quite understand why he’s so drawn to you, why he feels like he needs to take care of you no matter who he was in front of. It’s just so easy to him. So easy that he doesn’t feel the burning gaze he gets from you—or the rest of the members that sit right next to the two of you.

He can’t help but watch you with soft eyes and a crooked smile, smitten with the way that you wave your arms as you continue exchanging stories with his members. He has his chin in the palm of his hand, staring at the side of your face when it finally happens. Where he finally feels the world go mute—muffled in his ears as he’s sitting stiff, with his back to the chair. There’s a light that shines from behind you, and he swears he can hear faint fireworks go off as the revelation finally seems to make sense. It’s as clear as day in his head. With big bold lettering.

He loves you—no—he’s in love with you.

Before he knows it he’s pulled into reality again—the buzz of everyone’s conversations heavy on his ears. He allows himself to slouch, biting his lip as he discretely looks around the table to make sure no one noticed how he seemingly disappeared from everyone’s conversations. With a sigh of relief, Doyoung stands up from his chair, knees weak when he feels all eyes on him.

“I just need a breather—too many people in here. I’ll just be quick.” It’s enough to convince everyone else that he’s okay but you know Doyoung. You know he’s biting the inside of his cheek to refrain from smoking out in public. You know his long fingers will be scratching at the sides of his denim pants as he stands outside—in the cold. You excuse yourself from the table as well, grabbing the sweater you placed on the back of your chair before following the path that Doyoung took just a few seconds ago.

It doesn’t take long for you to spot him—the fluffy head of hair illuminated by the street lamp just above him. You try to be as quiet as you can, making your presence known only when you place your jacket on his shoulders, popping up from behind him. When he turns to you his mouth is open—like he was going to tell you off—but he can’t. Instead he lowers his gaze—and his guard.

“(Y/n).” You offer him a smile, one that you feel reaches your eyes and wrinkles your nose. One that is strictly designated towards Doyoung. “I lo—like. I like you.” Doyoung wishes that the sidewalk would suddenly sink and swallow him whole. He was not planning on confessing anytime soon. The thought was just consuming him, repeating itself in his head a hundred times as soon as he laid his eyes on you. He wanted to wait a month—see if you reciprocated his feelings. But now he is stuck—stuck outside watching as your mouth falls open in disbelief. He wishes he stayed inside.

“Doyoungie… likes me.” You tease him a little, chuckling in pure shock as he stands stiff, holding his ground. “My awkward and introverted Doyoung.” You grab him by his belt loops, pulling him close to you so you’re standing with your chests pressed together. It’s intimate—a little risky as the two of you stand directly under the street lamp right outside the restaurant. You ignore the nagging feeling of being more careful, looking up as Doyoung tucks his bottom lip under his white teeth. “I like you too.”

#kim doyoung #doyoung nct #nct #nct u #nct 127 #doyoung x male reader #nct x male reader #nct u x male reader #nct 127 x male reader #x male reader #THANK YOUUUUU you keep requesting hehe I’m sorry they took so damn long I’d be mad #<3

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