#ma'am i am your chew toy

[0ceansfloor]

Guess what. It's Ava with a messy ponytail

#ava du mortain #twc #the wayhaven chronicles #a du mortain #wayhaven fanart #wayhaven ava #wayhaven a #wayhaven art #digital art #ma'am i am your chew toy #oh no oh god

[sanjifucker42069]

Hit Me? Sanji x Reader

Word count: about 1.2k 

Bro….the dodgeball game…sanji is so stupid, pathetic wet cat of a man coded...I wanted to throttle him. I want to hit this man with my 2003 ford prius yoda style. I want to chew on him like a squeaky toy

Warnings: fem!reader, heavy handed teasing, you wanna make sanji cry apparently, VERY SUGGESTIVE, use of the word cock lol, semi-nsfw, no fucking tho…unless? 👀👀👀 sanji might be semi ooc, I am obsessed with the idea of a reader that sanji doesn't have the usual chivalry towards?? Like bless him he'd try, but you're just such a shit.

“Why yeah it'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like!”

Oh. Now wasn't that intriguing?

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Sanji sulked on the sidelines, fiddling with a lightly crumpled cigarette. Taking pity on him you sat down next to him. Sanji shot you a lazy grin, one that didn't quite reach his eyes. You smiled back, lightly pushing his shoulder.

“I should be mad at you, you could cost us the match.” You joked. Sanji grumbled, his words unintelligible. He could barely make out that ‘you wouldn't understand’ and ‘that he was weak okay!’

You laughed, eyes turning back to watch the match in front of you. You didn't feel too defeated, you trusted your captain. 

“It's okay Ji. I don't think anyone could've gotten out faster than I did! You still did good!”

Sanji turned to you, hearts dancing in his eyes. “And who would dare throw balls at such beauty?! A lovely lady such as yourself shouldn't have even had to partake in such a barbaric display.”

“You saying I can't handle some balls? I happen to be very good at handling them.” You teased. The result was instantaneous, Sanji biting back a perverted laugh, a cute blush on his cheeks.

“Oh angel, really? I didn't expect you to be so saucy.”

There were many things that were undeniably true about you; You were in no way one of the stronger straw hats, you loved a good dirty joke, and you loved nothing more than making your little love cook squirm. If Sanji wanted to pretend all women were angels capable of no wrong, well, who were you to take advantage of that?

You feigned innocence, even cocking your head. “What do you mean? I didn't drop it once.”  

Sanji squirmed, avoiding your gaze. You wanted to crack and snort loudly at his cute face. Instead you pursed your lips in thought.

“Love! I…uh-” he cut off when you couldn't hold it in anymore, a raucous laugh escaping you. He watched you slap your knee like it was the funniest thing in the world. He pouted. “(Name) that's not fair.”

“Oh relax, you big baby.” You cooed. 

A steady silence resumed between you two, watching the match with bated breath. Things weren't looking so good. As the enemies advanced on Zoro, Chopper, and Luffy, so did you with your own attack.

“So.” You began. Sanji hummed in acknowledgement, eyes focused on the field. You paused. Was this really the time to flirt with the man? Probably not, but you were nothing if not an opportunist. You grinned at him, exaggerating his swooning.

“It'd be my pleasure ma'am, you can hit me wherever you like, hmm?”

‘You were a lady!’ Sanji reminded himself, trying to bite back a growl. You just loved to get under his skin, didn't you? He was flushed in embarrassment. It's not like he wanted to lose the match! It's not his fault he had a weakness for pretty women! 

The crowd was aroar, you could hear your crew shouting. Oh. Zoro was out. Sanji began yelling at the swordsman, before he turned his attention back to you.

“So?” Sanji tried to sound unaffected. Your cute giggles reached his ears. Seriously! You were such a little tease, so cute, but so unattainable. You seemed to love riling him up, and he wanted nothing more than to make you his. He wasn't used to women not only reciprocating, but flirting back at a rate that made him dizzy. 

Honestly, the both of you needed to stop being cowards and just confess already.

“Who's the ‘saucy’ one now? You're out here parading your little masochist streak.”

“I am not!” He blustered.

“Where were you hoping they'd hit anyway?” You purred out the question. Sanji tried ignoring you, focusing on the match, but he was one man! One currently very weak man.

You pouted. “I was just joking, Ji. Your kinks are your own. I'm not here to shame you for it.”

“It's not a kink!” He argued. You were relishing this. Sanji was always such a gentleman, so giving and dedicated to worshipping women. And yet, you, you were one of the only women you'd ever seen him snap at and lose his cool with, his hot temper getting the better of him.

Taking advantage of this you leant closer, your thighs touching. Sanji snapped out of his anger, eyes darting to where your half naked leg pressed against his long suit trouser-clad one. Too caught up in where you were touching him, he didn't notice how close your lips were to his ear.

“So you wouldn't like it if that pretty Porche lady pelted you with those dodgeballs? Or tied you up? Or manhandled you to make you be a good boy?”

Sanji was sweating, his heart eyes betraying him. Yeah, you knew your chef. You dropped your voice lower, bracing one hand on his chest.

“Forget hitting, what if she stepped on you? Would you like that, Sanji?”

The man in question whined, quiet pants escaped him, his eyes swirling with lust. He let his eyes fall closed, the dodgeball match long forgotten. Bingo! You felt yourself grow wet. Yes, you were a bad guy! It's just so easy to rile him up. Besides, Sanji would never spare you a passing glance, clear that you annoyed him. So what was the harm in airing out your frustrations like this?

“Love.” He gulped, shuffling around to change how he sat. You grinned at him wickedly. His reactions were so cute, you definitely overstepped the line.

“You didn't answer the question, cook. What if she stepped on your cock, hmm? Only lightly, of course, wouldn't wanna damage the goods.”

Sanji made a noise halfway between a groan and a choking sound, his hand darting up to grab the one you had pressed against his chest. You startled. You could see it in his eyes, the disgust, that unmistakable look of discomfort. Of course he wouldn't want to discuss this kind of stuff with you! You were one of the guys!

“Shit.” You withdrew your hand, not noticing how Sanji's tried to grab you. You'd definitely overstepped the line! “I'm so sorry Sanji, that was completely uncalled for.”

“Love.” He rasped. You were flustered, trying desperately not to stare at him.

The crowd was aroar, people around you jumping and shouting. You looked for a way out. 

Wait? What the fuck?

A brown ball of fluff was lying crumpled on the court lines. 

“Chopper! Oh shit!” You yelled, hurriedly getting to your feet. “Sanji I'm so sorry, I- you can yell at me about this later, I promise.” 

Sanji watched you speed off, hurriedly running to their youngest member. He sighed out a breath he didn't realise he was holding. You were going to be the death of him! You'd made him so hard, so quick, and then, like a true tease dashed off before he could properly engage anything. When would you realise that it was you he wanted to treat him like that?

Later? 

Yeah. Yeah he could yell about it later. 

Right now, he needed a fucking smoke and a cold shower.

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Looks like lingerie part 3 is coming i promise ;-; I'm just having trouble writing it ;-; here's a little drabble instead I do have SOOOOO many drabbles I've worked on in the mean time though?

#one piece x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader

[ilovechuuy4]

S/O gifting Chuuya a puppy for his birthday? ≧◡≦

I Was Meant For You, Baby. Being With You Makes the Flame Burn Good. ✧٭*꙳

Warnings; none other than thicker paragraphs

Description; Giving your boyfriend a pet for his birthday!

A/N; Sorry if this took so long! I wanted 2 wait till chuuyas birthday since it isn't too far from nikolai's! Hope you enjoy!! Also I was flooded out my house (literally) so please bare with me! (HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BEAUTIFUL BEST WIFE!1!1!1!!1!2?2?2?2?1!1!1!1!) (F/N is friends name)

You glance at the clock on the wall, 5:23PM a nice Sunday evening on the 28th of April. You had a day until Chuuyas birthday but you already knew what you were getting for his present, that's why you were sitting in a pet adoption center right now. There were dogs barking, cats meowing and other animals noises. Needlessly to say, it was loud.

You were waiting for a specific dog to come out. It was the perfect one for Chuuya. You waited a bit longer until you saw the door open that led to the animals and there runs a puppy, it was a golden retriever. The puppy's coat was this bright shiny golden blonde with these soft brown eyes. Maybe the energy of the dog was different from chuuya's but surely it'll mix well no matter what.

The golden dog's tail was wagging frantically as the employee let go of the small leash, letting the dog go as it jumped in your lap, licking at your face. You laugh softly, running your nails in the coat of the new fluffy companion.

You reach into your pocket and grab your wallet and take out the money; paying the employee. They take the money with a soft nod and fill somethings out before letting you go. You had to keep the dog at a friends house for only a day since chuuya's birthday wasn't until the next day.

You drop the entergetic animal off at F/N apartment for the day while you not only go shopping for a cake but for the puppy too. You make your way to the closest store, making your way to the small bakery built inside. You talk to the baker who was at the front, telling her exactly what you want and what time I'd be picked up, around 3pm tomorrow; Monday, April 29th. You watched as she jotted the details down and she nodded. "Alright ma'am/sir, that'll be around $20 (around 335 in pesos and 3,086 in Japanese yen.) tomorrow when you pick it up." The kind woman said with a thankful smile.

Once you pre-ordered, you scurry off through the market, grabbing chuuya a new fedora to add to his collection along with a nice red wine. You then make your way to the pet isle. There was a lot but you got the essentials; dog food, specifically wet food since it was only a puppy, chew toys, treats, bowls etc. Then you walk your way to check out spending around a good $150(23,197 yen or 2,557 Pecos) you sigh, the hat was pretty expensive, it was around 80-90 USD. You rub the back of your neck as you leave the store, bags in hand.

You drive home, entering the house but keeping the bags in trunk of your car. Once you are inside the house, slipping off your shoes and coat, you are met with a slightly upset blue eyed man, your boyfriend. His arms crossed over his narrow chest, his bright blue irises dangerously showing his mood of anger. "Where were you? You're usually home hours before I am, but I'm here hours before you are home?" Chuuya questions, he was very serious.

"Well I was uhm.." You stamppered, you couldn't make up a good enough excuse. "I was at my friends house, F/N? them?" You said, rubbing the back of your neck. You were obviously lying, nothing could get past the ginger even if you tried. "I won't push, doll. But you gotta tell me when you won't be home. I was worried." He stated, he never pushed you to tell him where you were, he wanted to it come out naturally with no force, he didn't like trying to push answers out, it felt odd to him.

Chuuya walked forward and embraced you, holding you close, hands holding your hips. "Let's go order some food and watch a movie, yeah?" Chuuya recommended, gently grazing your lips with his. You smile and nod as you follow him to the couch. The night grew and the both of y'all became tired. "Let's go to bed, darlin'." He said, gently lifting your to red body off the couch and into yalls shared bedroo, laying you don't and slipping under the covers with you.

As the night wore and the day grew you shirt confortably in the bed, waking up with a yawn. It was 2pm, Chuuya had let you sleep in since you were out so late last night doing god knows what (or at least he didn't know what you were doing.) You yawn, stretching your bones as they pop and crack, the sounds sending shivers down your spine. You yawn onces more before getting out of bed.

You scurry around the bedroom, taking a shower, drying your hair and putting on your clothes you were going to wear to pick up and cake and the puppy. Nothing big, something simple. You grab your bag with your wallet and walk out the house, getting into your car and driving to the same store. You were only a couple minutes early but that was always a good thing as you walked to the bakery section. The same lady greets you with a welcoming smile as he walks to the back, bringing back the cake.

The cake with a simple French vanilla. Thick, swirly dollops of icing, boarding around the top and bottom. The bottom layered with dark chocolate shavings, those also layered at the top on top of the swirls of icing. In black icing, a neat, swirly cursive wrote; "Happy birthday Chuuya." You take out your wallet to pay the kind lady with a smile before taking your card back and walking out the store.

Once leaving the store, you stop by F/N house and pick up the fluffy compainion. It was jumping around, barking and other nonsense in the back seat of the car as you pull up to your house. You reach back, putting the leash on the collar and helping the puppy out the car. It runs inside the house as you squat down to feed it, pouring the food into the bowl in the back room where you sadly had to keep the cute golden for a few minutes more before your boyfriend came home.

You put the fedora and red wine in a small bag and stuff it with tissue paper. You gently place it on the marbled counter top as you take out the cake from the fridge and placing it beside the gift bag. Before you knew it, you heard the rustingly of keys and the front door unlocking, the hinges on the door squeeking as it opened, and there behold your beautiful boyfriend.

"Doll, I'm home. How ar-" his sentence cut off, his eyes going to the gift and cake, a smile spreading on his face as he looked at you. "You know, you shouldn't have?" He said with a chuckle, walking towards you and wrapping you in a hug, hands going around your waist. "I uhm.. I have another gift for you." You said with a nervous giggle before you could say anything else there was barking in the back ground, making chuuyas eyes widen.

"You got a dog?! Where?" Chuuya exclaimed, his eyes wide but he seemed excited. You gently pull away from Chuuya, scurrying to the room the dog was confined in, opening the door. You watched as the puppy hopped and jumped, running around before going to the taken aback chuuya. His eyes widden in gleam as he squats down to pet it was a smile.

"You really got a fuckin' dog?" He said unbelieved, running his hand down the dogs thick coat of fur. "I mean yeah. I know you wanted one so, what do you wanna name her?" You ask with a smile. "Princess." He said, he was straightforward with it and he meant it, this dog's name was gonna be princess and you were well aware it was going to be spoiled like one.

"Mhm alright, princess it is." You say with a slight laugh. You watch as Chuuya stands up and walks over to you hugging you tight. "You don't know how much you; and this. means to me, darlin'. I love you so much." He murmurs softly, kissing your lips slowly, Princess directly between yalls legs.

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bungō stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #bsd fanfic #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #bungo stray dogs chuuya #bsd chuya #chuya nakahara #bungou stray dogs chuuya #chuya x reader #chuya x you #chuuya fluff #chuuya x you #bsd x you #bsd fic #bsd fanfiction #bsd fluff #fluff #bungo stray dogs x gn!reader #gn!reader #bungo stray dogs x gn! reader #gn reader #happy birthday chuuya #chuuyas birthday #april 29 #chuuya x reader #nakahara chūya

[toyintrance]

This is my sideblog for hypnokinky shenanigans. I'm bisexual, nonbinary/transmasc, and fat. If you want to change any of these things about me, you can see yourself out.

Names: Toy or Marion (short for marionette)

Pronouns: he / it (only use "it" if you want it to feel like an object. It enjoys this.)

Roles: sub/ject. Not a hypnotist, but I've been known to dabble.

Status: happily owned!!! 😊

Good words to use for/about me: boy, toy, puppet, doll, drone, slut, addict, enabler (and most variations/combinations of these words)

DON'T call me: any specifically feminine terms or titles (girl, mistress, ma'am, etc), bimbo, baby, femboy, master, daddy, mommy

Ask/submissions/dms are open for casual/kinky conversation. I'm not looking to be dominated by anyone other than my owner, and I'm not interested in dominating anyone else in a long-term or serious way. You really shouldn't be putting your mind in the hands of something that can't think for itself, anyway.

Kinks and limits below:

Kinks: (blue text are my favorites!)

💖 hypnosis

💖brainwashing/conditioning

💖 voice kink (not whispers or voiceless mouth sounds)

💖 corruption/addiction/relapse to hypnosis

💖 dehumanization/objectification (make me a toy, a puppet, a drone, a fuckdoll, etc)

💖 orgasm denial and edging

💖 overstim (especially combined with denial or as punishment)

💖 teasing/degradation/humiliation

💖 temporary IQ reduction (during trance or in response to a context-dependent trigger)

💖 monsterfucking (provided the monster passes the Harkness Test)

💖 vore but chew your food

💖 CNC related to mind control

💖 fantasy/sci-fi mind control of all kinds

💖 minor pain play (nothing that cuts the skin, no marking that I can't easily cover)

DNI (I will block people who engage with these)

🚫 ageplay/incest/underage content, real OR fictional

🚫 actual irl rape

🚫 bestiality/zoophilia (furry/anthro is fine, real animals are not. use common sense)

🚫 any sort of disordered eating encouragement / weight control kink

If detrans/feminization is the primary thing you post, I may still block you just for my own peace of mind.

LIMITS:

⚠️ Mommy/Daddy as titles

⚠️ breeding/pregnancy/lactation

⚠️ feminization/sissification/detransition

⚠️ misogyny-based degradation

⚠️ financial domination/blackmail

⚠️ revealing personal identifying information or posting pictures of my face

⚠️ suggestions that would interfere with my career or make me behave less professionally on the clock

⚠️ piss/scat/excessive cum (blood as a fantasy concept is ok but I don't want to make a mess irl)

I am a victim of Cal's Curse (an orgasm control file). I can't cum without permission, and that permission is now locked to my owner. If you try to command or force me to cum against my will, it will not work, and you will get blocked. If I'm asking anyone besides my owner to let me cum, I NEED to be told no and I NEED to confess and submit to my owner's punishment. You have my prior consent to publicly shame me if I beg to you. Good toys stay deeply dumb, denied, and desperate.

#squeeze me! i talk! #rules #ammunition

[anotherghoul666]

Good evening (morning?) Sir!

Asking directly for what I want and need is a bit hard, so bear with me here. Could you please possibly tell me I'm doing a good job? Pretty please Ma'am? Then maybe turn me into a blanket burrito? It has been a crap week and I just wanna be held and told I'm doing a good job please. Thank you Sir.

Re: your last reply to me: I am coming back to respond to it, I just haven't had the energy to write the response it deserves.

-chew toy anon

Hi chew toy! Please don't worry about taking time to answer and not having the energy for it, we are all humans and I understand lack of energy / spoons better than most. This is a safe space for that. I'm gonna update the modalities of my confessional booth soon, ideally today anyway, so. It's all good.

Now, onto some care. I'm so sorry you've had such a rough week darling. I got you. Come here. I've got this nice fluffy blanket for you, it's rainbow and super fuzzy and soft ok. I'm gonna hold it wide between my hands, come from behind you and wrap you in my arms and have the blanket all around your shoulders and your body kinda like a big fluffy cape ok? Then we'll sit for as long as you need, and you'll be safe in a cocoon of warmth and softness with me solid at your back for support and my arms around you. I can rock you if you want if that soothes you, I dunno if you stim or like repetitive motion, but if you do I can do it. I have a water bottle at your preferred temperature right here, please drink some for me and hydrate alright? And I have some snacks, I dunno if you like salty or sweet yet so I got both a bag of your favorite flavour of chips and your favorite chocolate, you can pick what feels the best right now. At long as you eat and drink a bit. Can you do that for me?

You're good my little chew toy. You're doing great. You're fine and everything's gonna be fine ok. Things will settle into place. You did a good job. And you'll keep doing just that. Once your nervous system resets and you feel more relaxed and stable. Until then, however long that takes, I got you. You're safe.

#asks #AnotherGhoul's confessional booth

[rebuilding-paradise]

[When Custard cookie finally fucking dies-]

Random demon: uh, Dia?

Dia: yes Joanne.

Joanne: There's a cookie here who-

Custard: This is utterly horrible! I demand to know why i wasn't allowed to be up in heaven!

Dia: ohhh, If it isn't the mentally and most likely physically abusive waste of dough. Welcome to ya new home, buddy!

Joanna: it's horrible for you, dude. Fun for us demons, Am I right?

Dia: Most of the time, that's how it is.

Custard: what do you mean, I should be up in heaven!

Dia: mmmmmm

Dia: naaah, My sister wouldn't let you in. Joanna, pull up his list of sins and virtues!

Joanna: yes, ma'am, one s e c o n d-

Custard:

Joanna: here it is.

Dia: ohhh

Joanna: mmmhm

Dia: y i k e s -

Dia: yeah dude, you're supposed to be here- SMILEY SUCCUBUS, HAVE FUN WITH YOUR NEW CHEW TOY!!

Custard: wait what-

@kaylikestodrawlittlenightmares @r0gu3f0rt-c00ki3-simp @t1m33k33p3rr @aff0gat0-c00ki3

#diablos cookie

[lostonehero]

do they fight over the chew toys or do they share?

also imagining them with squeaky chew toys, when elesa and emmet started sharing a bed sometimes elesa would wake up to ‘SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK’ and she’d find emmet with a chew toy aimed at canine Pokémon in his mouth

(it’d be hilarious if I go accidentally brought one squeaky toy to hisui and he reflexively gnaws on it sometimes and startled people because where is the squeaking coming from)

also now I have a mental image of elesa walking in on ingo and emmet sharing a dead Pokémon to eat together and she finds it both really sweet and also deeply gross

To the last part first

"Not in the house." Elesa comes at them with a broom. "Your uncle was right you two are a giant menace together. Emmet you're on the couch for the next week Ingo you're cleaning the carpet."

The twins together. "Yes ma'am."

Ingo is the one who likes squeak toys so of course he has so many the rule is no squeaking past 10pm or the neighbors and Elesa will get very upset

Emmet and Ingo don't fight over chew tows but they do have rope they play tug of war over constantly.

Elesa has found many teeth in random spots and the twins have to explain that they grow back and it's normal

Elesa has made jewelry from the teeth and has incorporated it with her outfits.

"Is that why you guys have such white teeth?"

"I am Emmet. I guess, never really had that train of thought."

Both Emmet and Ingo have fallen asleep mid playing with chew toys Elesa has pictures

#submas #subway masters #subway boss emmet #subway boss ingo #gym leader elesa #pokemon elesa #pokemon

[kitmoas]

Please do explain more? I am a dumb mf

Oh noooo youre not dumb babes (:

Mommy, Daddy, and Puppy: Go to- used basically all the time

Ma'am- used only in public, usualllly when someone is in trouble

Widow 1- Toy's name for Natasha used mostly in a joking manner orrr in a very specific headspace

Trainer, Водич, Handler, хозяин- All Kate's names for WandaNat are only used in the bedroom. They sorta are interchangeable.

Pup- Toy's name for Kate is mostly used casually and ESPECIALLY used when Kate isn't feeling dominant. (It isnt a submissive name, just means its a neutral name for Toy to use that doesnt cause any mental issues for the two)

Little One- Wanda's sure fire way to get Toy into subspace

Chew Toy- Kate's sure fire way to get Toy into subspace

#kitmoas answers #k: TGU building #k: training grounds #marvel fanfiction #kate bishop #wanda maximoff #marvel wlw #natasha romanoff #wandanat

[thevulcanbobdylan]

Kink of your choice, is it your choice or my choice? Assuming that I'm choosing then how about roleplay 😇 and/or (alternate option or extra treat) 2-3

This was from our smut workout prompts and I let it slide for waaay too long; sorry bout that 😅 Smut below the fold

Role Play

"Bill Adama! You, of all people?"

"What? I'm sure it happens to every boy at one time or another."

Laura rolled her eyes, reaching up with both hands to gather her hair into a bun at the back of her head. He watched her almost hungrily as she donned her glasses and planted herself on his desk, legs crossed to reveal a little more thigh than was strictly Presidential.

She leaned back with one hand on the desk, toying with the top button of her blouse. "Tell me about her."

"Ms. Kerry. Ninth grade, Colonial history. Great legs." He averted his eyes sheepishly. "Red hair."

Her fingers that had just pushed the button through its hole stopped short.

"Bill. Please don't tell me I'm just some frakked-up fetish thing for you."

He shook his head, and his eyes were so boyishly earnest that she had to stifle a laugh. His gaze raked her long expanse of bare leg.

"Of course not," he said. And then, "although the great legs and hair don't hurt."

She bounced one foot pensively, shoe dangling from her toes. It seemed like every man she'd been with had brought this up sooner or later. That "sexy teacher vibe", they'd say. She didn't really mind indulging them - it wasn't as though she had any trouble compartmentalizing.

Her fingers went back to toying with the neckline of her blouse. It was far from her favorite pastime, but the open desire in Bill's eyes made her feel more amenable. Maybe she could work this to her own advantage.

She uncrossed her legs and planted one foot on the seat of his chair, rolling it back slightly to force him to look up at her.

"I'm very disappointed in your performance, Adama," she said, making her voice huskier than usual. "What am I going to do with you? Detention? Cleaning white boards?" She chewed her pen and examined him, frowning.

He swallowed hard. "I'm sure there's something I can do."

She shoved his chair back a bit further and positioned herself on the desk directly in front of him. Then she placed her feet on either side of his thighs, effectively straddling him.

"I'm listening," she said, voice dripping with skepticism.

He hesitated, then raised his hands and placed his palms very lightly on her ankles. "Well, for starters -" He slid his hands up her legs until they were pushing the hem of her skirt out of the way.

She tried for a smirk but only managed an affectionate smile. For the others, this had almost invariably been about conquest, but the look on Bill's face was closer to awe.

She undid her bun, shaking her hair loose. "You'd better get to work," she said, tossing her head back to run a hand through her waves. "Consider this your final exam."

"Yes ma'am." He lifted her slightly, palms cupping her ass as he shoved her skirt up around her hips. Then, with a very youthful diligence, he buried his face in her, inhaling deeply.

"Prove to me that you've learned something here, Adama," she said in a low voice. He mumbled something unintelligible against her black panties before tugging them aside and applying the tip of his tongue to her bare skin.

She fingered the lace of her bra under her half-open blouse. Playing teacher didn't usually get her this keyed up.

"I expect you to apply yourself," she moaned when his tongue began lazy circles around her clit. He moaned along with her and increased the pressure.

"This isn't freshman year anymore," she added breathlessly. Something about his "yes ma'am" - or was it the finger teasing her entrance? - drew a gasp from her. She arched her back, pressing herself into him, yearning for more.

His fingers plunged inside. "Teach me how to make you come," he said between long laps of his tongue.

But his curled fingers and swirling tongue rendered the lesson moot; she was already there.

#roslin x adama #flash fiction #writing prompts #smut #smut workouts

[raysofcrosby]

Has Caroline ever said anything to Matthew about him never having his mouth guard in?

yes, yes she has 🙂

besides the little snippets in wltay at ethan's games [i believe it's the first one matt went to] of her telling him how despite her best efforts, ethan has managed to adopt matt and brady's mouthguard habit, miss ma'am has lectured matt and ethan both on their mouthguards not being in their mouth– even dragging brady into it too 💀

ESPECIALLY when ethan got braces???? oh she was literally on ethan for keeping the mouthguard in his mouth. "we are not paying $$$$ to fix your teeth, just for you to take a stick to the face or a puck and lose a tooth. wear the mouthguard 😡"

the only, only time she's ever gotten mad at matthew for not wearing his mouthguard correctly is during a game when he did one of those stupid little dive moves to protect the goal and the puck ricocheted off of another player's skate and hit him square in the face. bc it was when they were at the game– ethan (15), scarlett (3) and payson (two-three months old) and ya know, mans gets hit in the face and it's a ✨bloody mess✨ so miss scarlett is crying bc obvi she knows he doesn't wear his mouthguard and it's a lot of "daddy teef," "daddy hurt," "mommy i wan see daddy." and ethan just kinda calms her down with "i bet he was wearing his mouthguard, you know he wears it sometimes scar bc he chews on it" just something to kinda get her to calm down.

WELLLLLLL after the game, matt's fine the blood came from his nose and the facemask chipped off and cut his cheek, no teeth were harmed and ya know, scarlett's all happy to see matt and is constantly checking on him like "daddy show teef please." the entire walk out of the arena and car ride home [miss scarlett insisted on riding home with matt] 💀 but when they get home and the kids are all asleep? caroline let's matt HAVE IT. like man's is just walking into the kitchen holding payson and she's like "put the baby down bc i cannot be mad at you if you're holding the baby and i am really mad at you rn" and matt's all 👁👄👁 so he puts payson down in the little soothe n' sway and brings it back with him into the kitchen bc caroline is putting dishes away and he's like "what did i do?" and miss caroline is like "🙂 what did you do? how about you took a puck to the face? hm? i think that's a good place to start. and it's a better follow up with how scar knows you don't wear your mouthguard like your supposed to, you chew on it like a stupid chew toy and so she sees the blood when they show you on the screen and chaos insues." [keep in mind she's putting dishes away and it's getting v loud bc she is doing this intensley.]

and matt's all laughing like "is that why she kept asking me to show her my teeth?" and caroline's like "yes, that's why. so i would appreciate it if you started to wear your mouthguard like everyone else in the league who wears one wears it, because seeing our three year old cry about daddy being hurt and his teeth was not a lot of fun tonight." and he's just all "oh is that the only reason?" [bc man KNOWSSS its not] and she's all "yeah, you wouldn't be cute with a missing tooth. we'd have to divorce, sorry." and he's all 👁👄👁 again and she tosses a dish rag at him like "that's what you get for trying to be cheeky when i'm trying to be serious bc i'm mad at you. of course i was worried when you were down, because i know your shitty mouthguard habit and all i could think about was how many teeth you lost or how much pain you were going to be in bc you were going to need surgery to fix them. so please, for the love of god, start wearing your mouthguard correctly. and if not for me bc i can promise you this won't be the only time i get onto you for it, then for the kids bc scarlett about had a heart attack."

so he's all "okay, okay, i promise. sorry for scaring you and scar" and ya he tries to make sure to wear his mouthguard correctly, but it doesn't change bc that's just his thing and caroline knows it, but pre-game whenever he skates by, he always makes sure the mouthguard is in his mouth so scarlett sees he's wearing it even tho care and ethan know the truth 👀😂

#anon #answered #wltay #wltay: tkachuk fam

[solarsleepless]

Asking for special fingers to write me down some headcannons for asd!puffy, adhd!niki and adhd!techno

I am begging ur magic fingers sir please

you've come to the right place (ma'am? sir? ma'am i think correct me if i'm wrong)

plus cc!techno has adhd so this should be fun

okay so

techno always knew he was more different, the way he seemed to be more fixated on fighting then gold

he would glare at someone if they offered him gold then slashed with his sword

most the people he killed were idiots, but he respected good fights

then he saw philza, attacking wither skeletons. his fighting style was so good and he was clearly experienced and techno watched him in awe

but when phil started to lose the fight, techno stepped in to kill the remaining wither skeletons

they became good friends (as you well know) and since phil has lived for an indefinite amount of time and piglins grow up slower physically, which made a lot of people underestimate him

sorry this is just becoming techno meeting phil headcanons

techno never knew what the term for being different was

and once again, was in awe when phil sat him down and explained what ADHD was

after that, they started developing their own stim toys, and discovered that techno mainly likes chewlery

he has a few vocal stims: "hallooo" "weeeeeee" among others

he doesnt have many physical ones but he does this weird thing where he spins his arms around to feel the wind on them. weird but pog!

when he moves into Antarctic Empire, he really likes the feeling of snow, so he always keeps a little

anyways onto puffy

i'm going to be a little rusty on ASD since... i dont have ASD (i'm pretty sure anyways) so please tell me if i get anything wrong

puffy knew she was different when she realized she loved the sea more than the land

when she was little, she would make little boats out of branches and see how far it went

when she got old enough, she eventually got enough money to get her own big proper boat

texture go brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr (she loves the texture of wood)

there was only one food she didn't allow on the ship and that's paella (look it up if you dont know what it means). she just hates it and has no idea why. it just does not feel good the way grass does

speaking of grass she definitely chews absently that amongst other things in her spare time, sometimes even furniture

she hates the sound of chewing. like she always eats alone cause someone chewing just makes her upset for no reason

she has met Several People who seemed nice at first but then were ableist so their kneecaps said bye-bye

most of her stims i already explained in Another Post (just keep scrolling in my blog 'Puffy' and you should see it)

anyways onto niki

she was always on the more inattentive side, so people (including herself) never realized she was ADHD

in fact she didnt know until she joined the Syndicate

but it was one of the reasons she and puffy got along so well

she definitely jumps up and down

zones out more than anyone on the server

definitely hyperfixated on L'Manberg (which is why it was so painful to see it explode the first time)

explosions overstimulate her (obviously) which is one of the reasons she goes into her little hidey hole

she hyperfixates on her secret city which makes the time staying there easier but she's still painfully understimulated

once she joins the syndicate after five minutes techno immediately figures out she's ADHD and quietly mentions it to her

and now things made so much more sense

she wasn't just lazy or over-emotional...

OH YEAH THE WHOLE KILLING-TOMMY THING WAS DEFINITELY A HUGE REACTION TO RSD

techno gave her some chewlery, but they found out she preffered the smaller ones so she most of the time she fiddles with the chewlery necklace instead

niki visits even when they dont have a syndicate meeting because she and techno message each other whenever eachother is understimulated or just not hyperfixating

they definitely both hyperfixated on the syndicate meetings

puffy got a huge backlash from RSD thanks to the Red Banquet

y'know with the whole

"It was all your fault Puffy"

and of course couple RSD with a hero complex and youve got yourself a mental breakdown

techno and niki like saying "weeeeeeee" together

it just makes the brain go BRRRRRRr

they also say "brrrrrrrr" when they can

i'm not sure if youve seen but remember that one MCC where HBomb dressed up as an "catboy" maid and got his team to dress up as "catboy" maids?

yeah well niki (i say mcc is canon because its funny. they all just stop whatever war they're doing to play sports) adopted the "BROTHERRRRRRRRR!!" stim from that

i dont have any other hcs

uhhh

OH yeah in physical stims niki doesn't have many but she still

does a lil' dance when she's happy

same with puffy actually!!

well i hope you enjoyed it bc its all i got

#headcanons #dsmp headcanons #neurodivergent headcanons #adhd headcanons #asd headcanons #actually adhd #neurodivergent #neurodivergence #captain puffy #capitan puffero #captainpuffy #niki nihachu #nihachu #techno #technoblade #dsmp techno #technoblade headcanons #niki nihachu headcanons #captain puffy headcanons

[izukuwus]

Floriography 4

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A/N: DID Y’ALL THINK THE PRO GAMER MOVE WAS A NORMAL UPDATE? PSYCHE! DOUBLE UPDATE TIME! I’ll hopefully end up with a banner for this fic I actually like soon so I can start using that instead. It’s slow going, but I’m toying with a few ideas. In the meantime, a precious fantasy Izu gif will have to do uwu The most important part is that I named both kingdoms now <3

Chapter Summary: Day one of the trip. It Begins.

Warnings: none, I don’t think!

Word count: 3600+

"That was very courageous of you," a voice greets you as you take a moment to breathe, "though I have to say that, were I anyone else, I'd be terrified for you right now."

Your eyes snap to the voice's source, not finding a servant like you'd sort of been expecting. Instead, Queen Inko herself stands before you, looking you over with concerned eyes.

"I can lead you back to where your party is preparing if you'd like, dear. You were probably planning to seek out Izuku again, but it's best that you save your energy, and I'd like to speak with you, if that's all right."

"Oh, um, yes, I'd like that. Thank you, your Majesty." You're careful to soothe yourself back into Proper Mode™ as you speak. "I... apologize that you've overheard me acting so disgraceful. To your husband, no less."

"You don't need to apologize, Princess. Not to me or to anyone, regardless of what my husband thinks. I actually wanted to apologize for his behavior. I know my husband can be a bit... demanding."

You nod. "You don't need to apologize to me, ma'am."

"Please, call me Inko. You're going to be like my daughter soon enough, there's no need to be so formal with me when we're alone."

"R-right. Of course... Inko... Y-you can call me by my name as well, not that you needed my permission."

Moons, she's such a stark contrast to her husband that you have to wonder how they ever married. This woman has the sweetest, kindest smiles and looks so much like her son that you have to relax around her.

"That's kind of you, [name]. Have you been getting on well with Izuku?"

You nod slowly. "Yes, I have. We write each other letters every day, and he's been very sweet to me. Of all the men my parents could have chosen to force me to marry, I'm glad it was him."

Inko smiles sweetly. She doesn’t seem to pay any mind to your comment about your coming marriage. "I'm glad to hear that, dear."

"Um... Inko, you're... A seer, correct?"

"That's right. You're wondering why I told my husband that you would make our son into a more... ruthless king, as it were?"

"Yes, actually. As I'm sure you must have heard me say, I want no part in changing my fiancé, especially not in a way that he begins treating others poorly or exerts excessive power. He wouldn't be Izuku anymore."

"Hisashi and I happen to have... Differing opinions on what makes someone a good king."

Your eyebrows raise in surprise. "So you didn't lie, but you also forewent the truth."

"I told him Izuku would be a wonderful king with you by his side. I did not tell him by whose standards. That's all." Inko smiles softly–every time she does, you swear you can see Izuku in her smile. "I’ve always known that no matter what, my son would go on to do wonderful things. But listen to me carry on—you and the others should be off soon. Thank you for chatting with me, dear."

You curtsy lightly, the movement almost uncomfortably easy in your travel clothes compared to what you’ve grown used to. "Thank you for helping me find my way back, Inko. It was a pleasure speaking with you."

She waves you off with a smile, and you scamper up to Izuku and the knights. "My apologies for the wait."

"It's not an issue, your Highness," Eijirou says, beaming. "We've just finished up the final preparations, so we're ready to go whenever!"

"Great! We should leave early, yes?"

Izuku nods as he approaches. "If you're ready, then we're all set to set off!"

You nod your affirmation, following as the group sets out. The knights are careful to center you and Izuku, and it doesn't take long for Izuku to strike up a conversation. "So, how did your talk with my father go, if you don't mind my asking?"

"Oh, I don't mind!" you chirp. "Actually, I–" You freeze, nearly stumbling as the realization of what you just did finally sinks in properly. "–oh moons, your father is going to have me killed–"

"Woah, what?" Izuku carefully steadies you before you can hit the ground. "A-are you alright? You're white as a sheet all of the sudden."

"It's a little embarrassing to admit, but..." You chew the inside of your lip. You don't want to tell Izuku what his father thinks of him—if he's anything like your own father, Izuku probably already knows, but... "I… I may have, um..." You wring your hands together as you search for the words to convey exactly just how much you’ve messed up.

"My father always did say I needed to learn my place and I think perhaps allowing myself to get properly mad and tell King Hisashi that I wouldn't ever require his approval on how I carried myself as a wife or eventually as queen might be considered strictly within the realm of 'not acting within my place'." Your lips press into a thin smile, eyes blank as you begin to truly comprehend your fate.

Eijirou, walking on the other side of you as protection, promptly bursts into laughter, clutching his sides.

"H-hey!" you squeak. "Don't laugh at me, Ei! Have you no loyalty? I just told the Demon King of Elysia that he had no authority to tell me how I would treat his son!"

"Oh, trust me, your Highness, I'm plenty loyal, but this is easily the funniest thing you've done, maybe ever." 

"I'm going to die,” you whine. “His Majesty is going to kill me, and then because I didn't come back from the trip, my father's going to have Izuku killed, and then King Hisashi will declare war against Flumeria and I'm going to go down in history as the princess who single-handedly kicked off a hundred years of war and ended two lines of royal succession, eventually resulting in the destabilization of the continent as nearby kingdoms battle to claim the land and the deaths of countless.”

"You're probably not going to be killed," Izuku reassures you gently. "At least my father has two weeks to cool down before he does anything rash?"

The fact that it’s a question, rather than a statement, doesn’t reassure you at all. "Two weeks to plot my very public assassination." You drop your head into your hands. "Two weeks to get all my affairs in order. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but perhaps my father was right."

"I don't think you'll be assassinated!" Izuku's hand rests on your shoulder in a meek attempt to comfort you. "We don't even have any royal assassins!"

"So I'm not even going to be killed by a professional? The disrespect..."

His hand smooths over your back slowly. "Seriously, you'll be fine. I'm not about to let my dad kill you before I get to see you in your wedding gown."

You freeze, face going red in record time. "O-oh, that’s comforting.”

Izuku either doesn't notice or blessedly chooses to ignore just how effective his casual comment was on you. Instead, he changes the subject. Soon, you're falling into a rhythm, walking along while talking with Izuku and the knights. It's casual, fun even. Privately, you even think that maybe you could get used to this lifestyle.

~

When you stop to rest and eat a light lunch, you're utterly exhausted. Come to think of it, you don't recall the last time you properly sweat like this. It's midsummer, and moons can you feel the heat. With a wave of your hand, you're quick to remove the layer of sweat sticking to your skin as you rest in the shade of a tree.

Eijirou approaches, holding out a flask that you gratefully accept. "Are you holding up okay, your highness?" he asks as you gulp down the proffered water.

You nod when you pause to catch your breath. "Yes, I think so. It's a little embarrassing how unused to exercise I am."

He takes a seat beside you, resting an arm on one bent knee as he grins. "Nah, it's to be expected, given you aren't exactly allowed to spend your time like this normally. You're doing great so far, just be sure to keep drinking water. His Majesty will have me hanged if I let you suffer a heat stroke out here."

Thumbing the side of the flask, you giggle at his comment. "Thank you, Ei. How do you find the other knights accompanying us?"

"Oh, they're great, your highness! Super manly, too. I'm hoping I can learn a few things from them while we're out here. King Hisashi is really strict with the knights he allows to join these trips, so I'm sure they can teach me a few new tricks!"

"Well," you start, returning the flask with a wry grin, "in the interest of 'owning my responsibility', as my dear father puts it, try not to get too carried away learning new tricks."

"Of course, your Highness! I wouldn't dream of doing something that would let you get hurt."

"Speaking of getting carried away, Princess..." The hilt of a wooden sword hovers in your field of vision. You follow it to its source to find Izuku holding it out to you, one hand behind his back as he grins. "If you're feeling refreshed, I'd be happy to assess where you are in your swordplay and begin teaching you properly."

You reach up with a grin, taking the hilt in one hand. He doesn't let go of the "blade", instead planting his feet and pulling you up to yours. "Let's start by seeing where you are. Show me your stance like you're going to fight against that tree."

You nod, placing both hands on the hilt of the sword and shifting into an approximation of a combat stance, your feet planted. Izuku nods after a minute, stepping up and gently re-adjusting you. "You need to be lighter on your feet, and loosen up your stance. In a sword fight, mobility is everything. You want to be able to turn on your feet easily so you can dodge if your opponent makes a move and counter them, but we’ll get to that later. Ideally, you’d have a shield, but for now it’s best that you just get used to the training sword.”

You hum as you let him adjust your stance. "What should I do with my other hand in the meantime?"

"Keep it tucked away whenever you don't have a shield; you don't want your opponent to go for your other arm."

The rest of your lunch break is spent under Izuku’s teaching gaze and guiding hands as he teaches you the very basics of a sword-fighting stance. Before too long, your group sets out again. There’s plenty more walking ahead of you still.

~

Travelling is hard. Izuku makes it easier, you think—when you're being asked a million questions about how you train your runic abilities and how you manage to execute an idea so effortlessly with your magic, it's hard to think about how your feet ache, how you're thirsty and tired and keep having to magic your own sweat off you so you don't feel sticky and gross. By the end of the first day of travel, you've come to love the sound of his voice as a distraction from thinking so damn much.

You almost consider sitting directly in the dirt when it's finally proposed that you all set up camp for the night to sleep. Laying in it, even. Your mother would be scandalized if she could hear how you're thinking. A wave of your hand removes another layer of sweat, and you eventually give in and sit down with a thump.

You nearly slump into the dirt as you catch your breath. Around you, the knights and Izuku are busily setting up camp. The firewood being collected is piled nearby, and you watch for a long moment before moving to heave yourself back to your feet. "I'm not sure how I can help," you admit. "This is my first time even being outside for so long."

"We need a clear area with no plants or grass to build the fire on," one of the knights says. "But I'm not sure how I feel about asking you to..."

"If it's simply a matter of me not knowing how to prepare the area correctly, I understand, but please don't try to prevent me from helping simply because of my station. I'm not here simply to make your jobs more difficult."

A knight—a woman knight, no less—crouches beside you, offering a container of water with a kind smile. You accept it gratefully. "If you'd like, your Highness, I can show you how we normally set up the fire tonight, and once you've learned how to do it, we can assign that as your job for the rest of the nights that we camp outdoors."

You nod, sighing in relief at the cold water washing down your throat. "I would appreciate that, miss knight. Do you mind if I ask several questions? I'm afraid I'm not exactly educated on matters like these."

"Not at all, your Highness. Ask as many questions as you'd like."

"Well..." You falter immediately. What if the question on your mind is actually really stupid? It wouldn't do to embarrass yourself so heavily, but... "What is the point of setting up a fire when it's already so hot out?"

She gives you a kind smile as she clears away some leaves and twigs from the dirt. "It may be summertime, but we still need to cook our meal for the night, and the smoke from the flames drives away insects that may bite or sting us while we rest. There's plenty of uses for the fire that have nothing to do with its warmth, though you may find it gets much colder once it's dark."

You nod, watching her as she flattens a palm against the dirt. "I see! It's a little embarrassing to admit, but I hadn't thought about the fact that we'd be taking care of our own meals while out here." 

"All of this must be very new to you, your Highness."

"Regrettably, yes. I'm afraid the rules I've grown up under have led me to a very sheltered worldview."

"Well, that's the point of these trips, I imagine. His Highness has been making excursions like this for a few years now, and while he does get to speak to the leaders of towns and cities under his rule, I think it's more useful that he learns about life outside the palace. You can't learn humanity if you spend every day amid stone walls." Stones begin to rise up from the ground, accompanied by the distinct scent of a library. Once she's collected a pile of them, he directs her runes to draw a large circle in the dirt.

You contemplate her words as you watch her work, taking careful mental notes on what she's doing.

"We need to create a ring of stones to make the fire in, about the size of the circle I've just drawn," she explains. "If you'd like, your Highness, you can get started on arranging the stones while I collect some of the wood for the fire."

You nod, turning your attention to the pile and grabbing the first rock to set down on the ring drawn for you. It's easy work, but you take it seriously right up until you reach for the last rock and are greeted with a blast of heat that causes you to yelp and pull your hand back.

You retrace the scent of gunpowder to its source—the knight Kacchan, who typically stays by Izuku's side. He's leaned up against a tree, glaring at you with crossed arms. "Pay more attention."

You glare, affronted. "Excuse me?"

He points at the rock you'd been about to grab, where some... creature with far too many legs now lays dead. "That thing can't cause any serious health issues, but I doubt you would have been very happy with the pain its bite puts you in. Highness."

You brush it away with your runes, not wishing to touch it bare-handed. "Well, thank you for assisting me. If I hadn't known better I'd have thought you were attacking me, though."

He clicks his tongue, turning burning red eyes away from you. Is he not going to help? It looks like he just set up a pair of tents and then decided to kick back and watch you set rings around a fire.

"Is there something you need to be doing, or...?"

"It'd be stupid of us to leave you without one person watching you at all times. You're not used to being outside as it is, and if someone tries some strange magic on you, someone has to be there to save you from getting killed. Or bit by one of the most painful centipedes in Elysia because her Highness can't pay attention."

You try not to let show just how irritating his comments are. Instead, you get back to work on arranging your rocks just in time for Momo's return. 

She continues to walk you through the process—you wave a hand to take notes as she teaches you the different types of firewood, things you shouldn't do, and so on. Before long, you have a pretty decent fire set up, with the help of some magic, and the other knights have returned from their various duties. Still only two tents are set up, and honestly, you're a little afraid to question it.

You do anyway.

"Why are there only two tents, if you don't mind my asking? Surely those two aren't large enough to house everyone for the night."

A broad-shouldered night with dark hair answers your query, waving his hands about as he speaks. "The knights will be resting outside the tents, your Highness! It's not proper for a lady to share such close sleeping quarters with a man she is not yet married to, and it would be unseemly for you to change where anyone could see you. To keep carrying burdens low, only our more royal travelers will be sleeping in tents."

You frown. "I see. Thank you for your explanation, sir..."

"Ah! My sincerest apologies, your Highness. I am Tenya of the Iida family. We have a long lineage of successfully keeping royalty, such as yourself, safe. It was dishonorable of me not to introduce myself sooner, ma'am."

"Oh, you needn't worry yourself so, Sir Tenya. I've taken no offense." Besides, it's not as if anyone could offend you next to Kacchan's attitude towards you and seemingly everything in existence. "Though, I am a little worried at the prospect of all of you sleeping outdoors with no covering. Aren't we at risk of animals or attack?"

"Only slightly more so than the protection a tent affords, your Highness. All of us will be cycling through staying awake for part of the night and staying on guard against that very threat. The weather is a greater threat than any person or animal could be to you, ma'am."

"The weather?"

"Yes. If it rains, even in the heat of summer, it could cause someone's body temperature to drop to dangerous rates if we can't find a place where we can start a fire."

You hum, making a mental note of the information. As the meal carries on and things are handled, you continue to ask questions and receive answers, and before long, you're retiring for the night, more than grateful to finally, finally lay down and get some rest.

Successfully dressed in your nightclothes, you're greeted with the scent of peaches and lemongrass for only a moment before a folded letter lands in front of you, accompanied by a single yellow lily.

You can't help but smile. He sent me a letter when I'm sleeping only a tent away?

As you lay down to sleep, you call forth just enough runes to light your tent for reading. They float overhead, casting a gentle glow as you twirl the lily between two fingers.

My Highness,

Being able to travel with you today and truly speak was a gift. The lily is a thank you for accompanying me on this trip—the long treks are much more enjoyable with you at my side. I know these are all things I could have said to you in person for once, but honestly, [name], I find it easier to sleep when I have written to you. I hope you'll forgive that I don't recount to you the day's events in tonight's letter—I spent the day thinking about the beautiful princess walking at my side, so I have forgotten most of it.

It's said that, and my experiences and reading have both confirmed, one cannot smell their own magic at work. In a literal sense, this makes me slightly sad for you—will you truly never be able to smell the scent of fresh bread and warm vanilla when you work with your runes? Your runes, your soul smells like home in a way you and I have not known, and I pity everyone who will not get to spend their lives smelling it. I imagine love smells quite like the air around you—warm, safe, and inviting.

I hope you rest well and dream of me.

Your Prince,

Izuku

The letter is safely tucked away in your bag, the lily rested on the opposite side of the tent so you don't accidentally crush it. With a few waves of your hand, you acquire the paper necessary to pen the morning's response and rest it next to the lily, to be dealt with in the morning.

For now, you dismiss your light and fall into sleep. Tomorrow is another exhausting day.

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[creepy-carrion]

I do not know if you are still taking req but if you are, can I get some of that good Toby headcanons sir/ma'am?

My ask box is always open! I just kinda go through stuff when I feel like it. Like now. At 3 AM. Help. I didn’t know if u meant general or S/O headcanons so. I just did a mix of both but mainly S/O?? I hope it’s decent djdjfjfj, if you want smth else feel free to ask.

Toby has the impulse control of a dog with rabies, and if you are cooking he will steal the ingredients of whatever it is. You can tell him to piss off but he will be back in like two minutes. Grab him. Lift him up. Hurl his body on the couch. He likes the attention more than the food anyways so that’ll stop him but it’ll also stop you from progressing. TLDR; making food is a task when Tobs is around.

Holidays in general just put a sour taste in his mouth, but Thanksgiving and Christmas piss him off extra bad. Christmas especially. He will go out of his way to avoid anything to do with at all costs even when that’s literally impossible. On the days themselves he just caves himself into his room. Give him an hour or three and he will let you in, especially if you have breakfast for him. Just likes to have a lazy day that keep his mind off of the holidays.

He misses you so bad when you’re not there. Like, really bad. Reportedly, he gets a lot crankier and destructive when he gets lonely, but there’s a few ways to fix this, but the best one is to give him something that smells like you. It’s not a kink, it’s just that Toby finds his way in the world through scent for a large part. Any shirt you give him will magically disappear until your scent mostly wears off and he needs a... a refill?

If you make him a stuffed animal, no matter how shitty it looks, Toby will treasure the hell out of it. Please make it a bunny so he can chew on the ears great stim. This one also helps a lot when you’re not there. He will carry it around in his mouth like a dog with its favorite toy. If it has buttons for eyes those will be off in 7 whole minutes. He’s a chewer, he can’t help himself.

Nothing beats the real deal though. He won’t chew on you dw, but he will bury his face into any surface of your body where you’ll let him. Loves being the big spoon and wraps his limbs around you like a monkey. He could do this for hours, especially when he’s stressed. Holding someone just makes his tensions melt away.

#creepypasta #creepypasta imagines #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta fluff #creepycarrion #creepy carrion #creepypasta reader #ticci toby reader #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby #creepypasta headcanons

[amazingmsme]

Lab Rat

AN: My trash brain came up with this idea one day while listening to Pay Attention and that one line about the lie detector hearing aids. Then I thought about that part at the beginning and knew I had to write it! Took me way too long to finish, but here ya go! Hope you enjoy!

Curt enjoyed being down in the lab. For starters, all the gadgets and equipment drew his attention everywhere he looked, so he was always entertained. He'd move from one item to the next before he even learned what the previous object was or what it did. He also really enjoyed Barb's company. She was bubbly and energetic, and could never stay mad at him for too long no matter what he did. It was a much welcomed balance to Cynthia, who had just given him poisoned coffee a half hour ago after chewing him out.

He burst into the lab, eyes immediately settling on the short blonde. "How's my favorite neeerd?" he yelled, smirking when she jumped at the loud volume.

"Oh hi Curt!" she waved excitedly and rushed over. She fiddled with her glasses and looked down at her shoes. "I'm fine, how are you?"

He looked around the large lab and said, "Bored, which is why I'm here. This place is practically a toy store for me." Her eyes widened and a nervous look swept across her face. 

"It's really not, you can't just barge in here and start messing with whatever you want- PUT THAT DOWN!" She rushed over and yanked the monocle from his hand. He leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at it.

"Why? What's it do?"

She let out a huff of air and set it back on it's tray. "It's a very delicate piece of spy-wear that can allow you to run an instant background check on nearby people, and it can help you locate your target in a large crowd so you don't lose track of them," she explained. Curt let out a low whistle.

"Wow, maybe I'll get to use it soon!" Barb shook her head, "I'm sorry, but knowing you,  you'd probably break it."

"Hey!" he protested. She continued, "Plus it just wouldn't look right on you. Monocles are all posh and fancy and you're... not. It would suit Owen much better."

He chuckled and crossed his arms, "Yeah, no one's more posh than that bastard. Heh, he'll probably look like a stuffy old guy wearing it." Barb couldn't help but to giggle in agreement. Curt fed off her encouragement and mocked his partner. He raised his voice a few octaves and gave it a very bad British accent, waving his hands in the air as he spoke. "Oh Curt look at me, I'm so cool and collected all the time! You see it's because I'm British, so that means I'm faaar superior than youu." He even went as far as to shift his jaw to make it look crooked.

Barb's mouth hung open in shock, light laughter spilling out despite her best efforts. She covered her mouth as a snort slipped out and she smacked his arm. "Curt that's not nice!"

That just made him beam. "I know, which is why it's so funny." She just crossed her arms and shook her head fondly.

"Curt Mega you're ridiculous. But, I do have something you could test for me!" she said excitedly. He rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm for what awaited him.

"Great! What is it? Something cool, like a flame throwing pen or a bow tie that shoots acid?" he asked, bouncing on his heels. Barb shook her head, "No but remind me to make that pen, it sounds useful. I need you to test this hearing aid," she said and carefully placed them on his ears. She was on her tip toes trying to reach them, so Curt bent down for her to put them on easier.

"Thank you!" she chirped. She took out a small remote and started fiddling with it.

"So, what's this supposed to do exactly?" She smirked, "You'll see. Just tell me how bad on a scale of 1 to 10."

His brows furrowed, "How bad what-" she pushed the button and cut him off. He yelped and scrunched his shoulders, rubbing his ear. She smacked him to make him stop.

"Did it really hurt that much?" she questioned.

"It was supposed to hurt?" he asked. She let out a huff of a laugh, "Well yeah, it's supposed to electrocute you. Did it not?"

"Uh no, not really." She placed her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed that her invention wasn't working as planned.

"Well it did something!" she argued.

"Yeah, it did," he trailed off. She waited expectantly, her hands placed on her hips as she stared up at him.

"Well? Mind telling me?" He didn't meet her eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. It was embarrassing, and he really didn't want to tell her.

"I'd rather... not." She scoffed at him, throwing her hands up in annoyance.

"Well geez, that's helpful! C'mon Curt, you can tell me," she tried coaxing. When he still didn't, she sighed. "Look, I know I was a little harsh, but that's only because it didn't work the way I want it to, it has nothing to do with you," she clarified, thinking that his reluctance to speak was because of her snappish tone.

"It's not that." She became puzzled now and tilted her head in confusion.

"Then what is it?"

He rolled his eyes, not liking having to explain. "It didn't hurt it just felt, I don't know, weird." He did know. He knew exactly what it did, and hated how much it affected him. He's one of the world's greatest spies, there is absolutely no reason for him to be this ticklish! He's supposed to be the suave tough guy, an intimidating manly man. You can't keep up an image like that if you can be reduced to an incoherent mess by a few prodding fingers, can you? No, you can't, which is exactly why he didn't want to tell her. But this is Barb we're talking about, he can trust her with that sort of information. There isn't anything he could do that could tarnish her view of him as a strong spy.

"Weird huh? Could you describe it better?"

"Uhh-"

"'Cause I know you have a better vocabulary than that," she smirked. Curt finally conceded.

He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. "It just tickled is all, okay? Happy now?" Her smile only grew.

"Why didn't you just say so?" she chirped. "Now if your don't mind, I need to run some calibrations to see how far off it is." Curt didn't like the mischievous gleam in her eyes. "This might tickle," she teased as her finger pressed down on the button.

Curt was about to protest, reaching out to stop her but squealed at the light jolting sensations. His neck scrunched up to try and shield himself, only for it not to work. He reached up to take them off, a stream of high pitched giggles flooding the room. She acted quickly and dug into his stomach, sending his arms crashing down. He tugged at her hands, but she simply twisted out of his grasp and targeted a different spot. Curt was a laughing jittery mess completely at her will.

"Ah! Mahahake ihihit stop!" he pleaded. His legs were growing weak and he leaned against the wall for support. This just allowed her better access as she crawled her fingers up his ribs.

"I'm sorry Curt, but I can't do that! It's just too fun!" she chirped, making him blush. This sucked so much, people were starting to look, yet nobody offered to help. Probably because he had ruined a good few of their projects by accident... Looks like he'd be on his own. He couldn't help but to snort when she squeezed his hips, trying to to push her away. Though he wasn't trying as hard as he knew he could, he didn't want to hurt her! So instead he suffered at her mercy, of which she granted none. She giggled at the noises coming out of his mouth.

"Oh my God this is great! Who would've thought you were so sensitive? Better not let the bad guys know about this," she winked and skittered her nails across his neck. His laughter became more frantic as he did his best to dislodge her evil fingers. The buzzing electricity at his ears was driving him absolutely mad as his laughter turned silent. He mustered up the strength to reach up and yank them off, his laughter beginning to die down when Barb backed off.

She just stood there smugly, one hand on her hip, the other held out with the palm up expectantly. He failed to suppress a hiccup before he spoke, "You're fucking ruthless, you know that?" He dropped the small torture devices in her hand and patted her shoulder to help stable himself.

She was positively beaming, "Everyone in this business is at least a little bit ruthless, you should know that by now."

"Heh, yeah, guess we're all a bunch of twisted bastards," he joked.

"That we are," a new voice sounded from behind and Curt stiffened. He whipped around to see Cynthia walking towards them. Her heels echoed in the lab with a satisfying click clack. An uncharacteristic smile warmed her usually harsh features as she approached. He cleared his throat to speak.

"Cynthia! You, uh, didn't see that, did you?"

"Oh Mega, don't ask questions you don't want the answer to." That told him all he needed to know and he adverted his gaze from his boss. She continued, "Keep trying on those hearing aids, I think you're onto something."

Barb nodded, "Yes ma'am! Though I think I'm just gonna scrap these and start over."

Cynthia glanced at the gear in her hands and looked her up and down. "Hm. That's a shame, it was pretty entertaining to watch." At those words his cheeks turned a pale pink, making her smirk. She was about to turn and leave, but stopped to face Curt.

"She's right, you better not let anyone else find out about you're little weakness.  You don't want anyone else using it against you," she said in a tone that was almost teasing and reached out to squeeze his side. She chuckled when he jumped and smacked her hand away, shaking her head fondly. With that, she left.

Curt glared down at Barb, but his smile made the look less threatening. "I'm never gonna live that down am I?" She was grinning so much that her eyes squinted at the corners.

"Nope." Curt simply let out a sigh at the confirmation of his fate. He didn't dwell on it for too long though.

He clapped his hands to break the silence, "If you don't mind, I think I'll hang on to these. Pretty good for a prank, and I think I know just the posh son of a bitch to try it out on." He couldn't keep his smile at bay as he began to scheme.

Barb nudged his arm with her shoulder, "Now who's the ruthless one?"

#curt mega #agent curt mega #barb lavernor #cynthia houston #spies are forever #spies are forever fic #saf #saf fic #spies are forever tickle fic #saf tickle fic #ticklish!curt

[lyorofthequill]

The Runaways

                                                 Chapter 1.                                               The train stop.

''Hey Mam, I know that was a lot. But please, when you get on Lunch, please respond. The train comes soon and the others come sooner.''

''See ya soon Mama, I love you. Even after everything.''

She tapped the hardened finger against the side of the Broadcast Transmitter. A small device, like a holigraphical-pad. It was a communication device, a small rectangular cube, that acted as a phone, yet could also send digital letters, it was called texting. She kept her head down as she walked to the train station. The sounds of currus's were distant. This part of Nihon, of Osaka had currus's. Large, metal vehicles that had seats on the inside. It was engine driven, by Flectomancy and Aeromancy. It had these metallic semi-circles that would push air out to the direction that you would want to go in. She once had been in one, when she was helping Hiroaki and his parents when they were bringing supplies in to their shop. Currus would be used mostly for heavy transport or for the elite that could afford the sleek ones that had lounges on the inside. He chewed her lip, reading the texts. There was only one check-mark to show that her mother did not have the B.T.P on, but the messages were delivered. She paused as she felt the smack of cold metal hit her forehead. Tears welled in to her eyes as she stumbled back and looked straight up for the first time. The metal pole next to the door, she sighed as she took a step to the left and entered the large railway station. A retail shop was on the left, it had tourist trinkets, children's toys, books and hats as well as magazines and a shelf full of snacks beside a wide drink refrigerator. On the other side, was a small coffee shop. She came to the barriers and put her ticket in. It came with the letter. It let her in as it walked behind her and simply jumped over the machine. She smiled as she walked in to a small cafe, that had a view of the other platforms, it was up some stairs. It was like a cafe and dinner mix. She ordered a sweet tea and a toasted cheese and bacon sandwich. She paused as the woman frowned and looked over her shoulder. ''No animals allowed Ma'am.''The cashier sighed and gestured.

''Oh! No! It's a familiar and a Yokai.'' She smiled. The cashier stood slightly on her tippy-toes and looked down at it. Before nodding and picking up her ticket, ''Sorry about that. Does it shed?'' She paused and looked down as she felt it climb up her head and then sit on her bag. ''No, fully spirit.''She explained, the woman nodded as she took her money and placed it in the till, then handed her, her change. She placed it in the side pocket of the duffel bag, her make shift purse. She paused as the woman cleared her throat, ''I'm sorry. Can I get your name for the order? First and second name, please.'' ''Oh! Charna Dracul,'' She smiled as the woman paused. Charna spelt out the first name for her, then sat down in the corner and window seat. The Yokai joined her. It had the body of a ferret, yet the head and front legs moved about like a cats. Its grey fur ended with a black triangle at the end of its tail, which looked like a fluffy beaver tail. The back legs had hooves at the end for when they climbed trees and rocks in their natural habitat. Four, dark red wings with dark grey on the top, while the wings could not fly, they were there for them to float and from branch and ledge. The wings were connected together at the stumps. It had two more legs, in between the front ones and back ones. They were the same dark red and had two massive claws either side for them to hook on to prey and berries. The front legs were sort of like cat or raccoon paws. Its head had four wide eyes, fully black as it stared up at her. The ears were like foxes, and they also had some black markings on the  top. It's three horns were used for jousting, two were hooked slightly at the side and the other was like a unicorn horn, and they all sat on the forehead. It had a dark red mane around its neck, to  indicate what diet it has, like a flamingo. The red marks mean it has mostly being fed on meat. Which it was. They got a more pink or blue-ish purple colour when its berries. Shorei was her Uncle's Yokai, one he had picked up on his own journeys. Yet Shorei was always more fond of Charna, so it was coming with her to Qnao Academy. 

Hiroaki was coming to say goodbye, he was always up early since he did have to help with the shop, she wondered if she should have ordered a drink for him. But, it would have probably cold by now. So it did not bother her to much.

She paused as she looked at herself in the reflection of the glass. Her dark purple eyes stared back at her as her dark, almost crimson hair flopped from side to side. She still remembered her Uncle, Corvus Dracul, reaction to her saying she wanted her hair cut this short. Most of it barely reaching the nape of her neck. He had taken out his sword and said that he should do it to save money. She managed to get Hiroaki's mum to do it. Her large black hoodie slumped over her frame, she frowned as she saw her wrist. The bone sticking out, she was quick to pull the sleeve over it. Hiding it, that was why she wore hoodies so much. To hide her body. Mostly from herself. She paused as footsteps tapped against the floor, heading her direction. She raised her head and a smile spread across her face. 

Hiroaki Genkei, son of two local shop owners. He was chubby and had his square glasses on. Those were his new glasses. He was wearing his school uniform, as his blue eyes scanned her. He pulled a chair to the table and sat beside her. ''Charna! Excited?''He chuckled, she smiled and nodded as he stretched. Yet he frowned, ''And the hoodie.'' He leaned down on his arms as they were crossed on the table. She looked down, her eyes drifted along the hoodie. He, never did approve of her hiding her body so much. He was quite in to body positivist. Even if it meant he got hit a few times for calling a girl, ‘The perfect type of roundness’. Charna laughed, she remembered that so clearly. ''You know how I feel about my body.''She muttered, he nodded as he sat back and then laughed, ''Still! So what? A little hard skin and some bones are showing. Not like we can see your spine and rib-cage! You just have a quick metabolism, so what?'' He paused as Charna's name was called. Shorei sat on the table and Hiroaki was quick to give the creature affection. He tilted his head as she returned with the toasted sandwich with cheese leaking out and the sweet tea with ice bobbing up and down in the cup. ''Treating yourself are we?'' Charna paused before laughing, Hiroaki smirked at the success to make her smile. Her laugh faded as she sipped at her tea, just as she liked it. Could be colder she supposed, but it wasn't homemade so she would not argue. A thought came to her, she slowly placed the cup down. She supposed this was the time to tell him, they had been friends for years and she would feel guilty if she left without telling him. She felt her nerves build a ball up in her throat, a lump jiggled as she spoke. ''Hiroaki? Can I admit something to you?''She asked. He narrowed his eyes and sat up straight as he readied himself, ''What is it?'' She swallowed as she took a swig out of her tea. Letting it roll down her tongue as Shorei jumped on to her lap. ''We never talked about my Discipline did we?''She asked, he nodded as he scanned his eyes up and down her. He opened his mouth, and then closed his mouth, he raised a finger. She nodded as he laughed, ''Don't tell me! You are a Double?''He joked. Hiroaki laughed.

To be a double was a unique affliction. For humans usually they stuck to one Discipline. They had to. They did not contain, their soul did not the magic needed to diverge. Magic could be dictated by your ancestry. Seeing how Umbramancy, was a part of her ancestry, she had an easier time learning it. To be a double wasn't unheard of it. But it was rarer then being left handed. So that was fun. All you needed was strong enough magic and the right genetics. She felt her heart go hollow and her heart beat go fast. Hiroaki's eyes went wide as he sat up fully, almost jumping out of his seat as he saw her nervous and ashamed look, ''Charna! What!?'' He paused, before going in to a quiet whisper, ''Your a Double? That is so cool!'' He exclaimed. She smiled faintly at this. That was not what she was going to tell him, but it wasn't far from the truth. He stared at her as he smiled.

''Calm down. But yeah. I am...'' She watched him fall back in his chair, processing the information, ''It is a bit weird. And before you say anything, I ain't doing Hyrdomancy,'' Little white lines, that would do, ''I don't like that whole. Pyromancy and Hydromncy thing. I'm doing Umbramancy and Pyromancy. A little odd, I know.'' He lifted up a hand, stopping her. She nodded and gave a nervous giggle as he facepalmed. ''Okay, Mrs Edgy.'He sighed in disappointment. She frowned before realizing something as the biggest smile stretched across her face, ''You just mad I'm not doing Hydromancy.'' He frowned as he rolled her eyes. ''I don't care. Is Umbramancy and Pyromancy even good together?'' He raised an eyebrow at her. She frowned as she looked down, thinking about the question. A minute of silence filled the table. Hiroaki wasn't surprised. ''Shut up!''She snapped. He laughed as she ate her sandwich, Shorei eating crumbs that would fall on to the table. Hiroaki paused as he was about to start to talk, but stopped when Kira Senshi appeared, her footsteps soft as she smiled at them. Kira had Vitiligo, its when certain parts of your skin don't have pigmentation. Her skin should have been this soft, almost light chocolate skin color. The parts where the Vitiligo affected her skin was still pretty. She had very pretty clear skin. She was also every pretty. Charna looked down as that crossed her mind. She shrugged it off, it was just appreciation of a close friend. She had a long strip that went over her eyes, it went just above her nose and a bit above her eyes. There was also a line that went up her cheek, with pointed end. There were two lines that wrapped along her right arm like rings they were just below her shoulder. On the other arm the lighter shade was like a glove that went a bit below her elbow.Just below he shoulder on the left arm, there was a another line. It was like the spike on her cheek, but it was smaller and had two ends both curved and spiked. She had a almost exact copy of that patch on her right leg. But it was surrounded by spots. Below that patch was a few bumps of the light shade that poked out of her boots. On the opposite leg was a ring like the left arm had, it went right across her knee. On the back of her right leg was a heart shaped patch with spots surrounding that as well. She was wearing her usual outfit. Her pinkish, wine tank-top and ripped jean shorts with long brown boots. Well they weren't supposed to be shorts. But Kira made them that way. Charna had a special kind of respect for Kira because of her outfit. The fact she wasn't afraid to show her skin despite of her condition. Also because they were friends for so long and Kira had escorted Charna to her Uncle's house when her parents kicked her out. Kira was raised by her Granddad, he and Corvus were good military friends when they both served in the army. Hiroaki raised an eyebrow, a silent question which Charna nodded. Kira knew the full truth. Of course Kira already knew, she had partially taught Terramancy to Charna. Her lank, dark purple hair fell down to her shoulder blades as her dark, rusted yellow eyes scanned them both.

Hiroaki eyed Charna. Kira nodded, yet did not stand. Instead looked on to the counter, obviously she had ordered some food. ''Hiroaki, I've known Kira for longer. Don't be butt-hurt that she knew before you.''Charna pointed out. He shrugged as Kira walked up to the counter and collected her food and drink. She had two sweet teas, two water bottles and some sandwiches. She sat down beside them. Placed two of the sandwiches in front of Hiroaki and Charna. Hiroaki paused, ''Oh! Kira, you didn't need to buy me food.'' She ignored him as she placed a water bottle in front of him as the two sweet teas were placed before Charna. She smiled as she devoured all the food in front of her. Hiroaki opened the cap of the water and flicked up his finger, blobs of water moved up and in to his mouth. ''So, what is the hardening skin then?''He asked. She paused as slowly she rolled up her shirt. Revealing a patch of hard skin, Hiroaki paused as they were parted, a crack in it. Kira pulled Charna's  shirt down, grunting as she eyed the other people. Charna could see why Kira did not her to show off the hardened skin.

''So where is Riku?''Hiroaki asked. Kira looked up, before shrugging and then eating her food. Riku was the last of the friend group. While Hiroaki was not going to Qnao Academy, Riku was. Charna took a sip out of her tea as she thought. ''He'll come when the train comes. He always shows up exactly on time.''She reasoned. Hiroaki nodded as they all ate. Shorei was purring as they moved from lap to lap. Getting the attention it wanted. Hiroaki paused as he sat up, ''Oh yeah!'' He turned to Charna, ''My friend! Kaito! He's the Captain of the swimming club and Hydromancer at club. I told him he can join you guys.'' She paused. She had heard of Kaito, his mum always made pies and crumbles for the school bake-sale. Now that she thought about it, when Kira once hit Charna in the face a dodge ball during gym class once, it was Kaito who had brought her to the Nurse's office. ''Oh, yeah. Him. Cool, but you really should have asked first.'' Charna said. Hiroaki shrugged as they ate.

A half hour went by. Hiroaki was saying his goodbyes, hugs and tears were had. Charna and him had to be pried away by Kira. They waved goodbye as they walked away. Kira hand rested on her back, leading her as Shorei sat on Kira's shoulder. Charna frowned as she asked, ''Do you think I'll have to keep it a secret as well in Qnao Academy?'' Kira paused as she thought for a moment. She sat them down on a bench next to the platforms. Finally she shook her head, Charna knew that was her answer. She smiled at that thought, of not having to hide anymore. She smiled as Kira ran a finger along her hairline, stopping at the scar. She became stiff at that. She pushed Kira's hand away. The other nodded as Charna pulled out the panflet. Checking the time table. The train for Qnao Academy was called 'The galactic frontier', a little cheesy for both their tastes. The name was on the board, on its own special one at that. The platform would be open in a few minutes. It was like a building of its own, black glass and black heavy doors. No one could see the train enter or exit, nor the platform itself. ''Do you want to wait outside the doors?''She asked, Kira nodded and stood up. Shorei in tow as Charna scrambled to get her bags and ran after them. Kira frowned as a crowd was already gathering in front of the door. Charna could hear all their voices, asking each other about themselves. She froze as a girl smiled at her, ''Oh! Whats your Discipline!?''Her two friends smiled at Charna as her throat tightened. 

She found it hard to breath as she stared at nothing. The girls frowned as her body went rigid. Kira pushed Charna behind her eye and grunted at the girls. Who got the message and stepped away. Kira wrapped her arm around her shoulder as Shorei hissed at people.

''Kira. I'm fine!''Charna smiled as she took a step away from her friend and in to the boy that was running in to the crowd, in a panic. She yelped as a shoulder hit her back and they fell down, on to the cold floor. She gasped as air were pushed out of her lungs. She rolled on to her back, as people stared. Kira stared in horror, and tightened her hands in to a fist. The boy clambered up to stand as he stared down at Charna. He had peach coloured hair and bright yellow tips at the end, with yellow eyes that complimented him well. He was wearing a soft yellow shirt, and dark pink cargo pants. He was quick to help her up, she laughed. She paused, his shirt was for the swim team, a uniform, like a jersey. As he turned to grab her bags for her, the name 'Kaito' was on the top with 'Junpei' on the bottom with a number one in the middle. ''Oh! You're Kaito! Hiroaki's friends.'' He scooped up her bag and smiled.

''Yep! Nice to fall in to you! You must be Charna.''He shook her hand and then handed her the bag. She smiled down at him, ''Oh? How do you know I'm not Kira?'' She joked. Kira eyed everyone else. Her gaze burning in to all of them, moving the crowd away from the three, ''Because your not scary as Hiroaki described her to be! Heh, also because he told me... Well.'' ''Hiroaki told me that your a...'''His voice trailed off. Charna's eyes widened as Kaito continued, ''He was just rambling on about it.'' He smiled, before pausing as he saw the horror on Charna's face and Kira hitting her fist against her open palm. ''B-But don't worry! I think it's cool! I... I actually really want to be your friend because of it! I want to see what it's like to combine all those two things in to one fighting style!''He explained. She paused. The words not reaching their target. It took her moment to think, she had never used more then one type of magic in a fight before. So the thought of using combinations was not something she really thought of. ''Yeah... I suppose.'' He smiled and then he stared at Shorei. ''Is that a spirit!?''He exclaimed, Shorei seem to be taken back by the excitement. Charna nodded as it eyed him, ''I love spirits.'' He muttered an almost whisper. Charna laughed and nodded as she spread her arm out and Shorei twisted and crawled along it, till it reached her wrist.

''A well trained one, the carnivorous spirit! Shorei of the cherry tree forest! Familiar of Corvus Dracul, and companion of Charna Dracul!''She announced like a ring master announcing the next act of a grand circus. Kaito clamped his hands together, excited as the other children stared. Charna paused, she had an audience as an idea came to mind, she smirked. ''Shorei?''She called, the creature knew what to do as Charna threw her arm up. Shorei spread it's wings and twirled in the air like a ferret-dolphin hybrid. It dropped down, floating as it landed on to one of the low rafters. It strutted along it, one paw in front of the other. Once it reached the end, the middle limbs came out and struck the column. It used the claws to throw itself up and backwards, doing a cartwheel as it flew along the side, about to do the landing on to Charna's wrist, and then dangle by the tail. But before it could, it's tail was grabbed as it fell limp with a squeak. Everyone look and saw, the boy with the black glasses and sleek black hair. He was wearing a white button up shirt and black business shoes and trousers. His watch was rested tightly on his wrist as he brought the creature down, to eye it.

''Charna?''His stern voice called. She laughed nervously as Kaito took Shorei from him and cradled the creature, ''We are to be getting ready for one of the most prodigious school known on Gaia, not some slum circus training!''He snapped. She nodded slowly as he adjusted his glasses.

''Hello to you too, Riku.''She looked down, Kira eyed him with distrust and a strong dislike. Riku eyed everyone, ''The door opens now.''He walked to the front, and as he said. The door opened up when he placed his ticket against a scanner. Charna froze and was quick to copy, Kira gently pushed Kaito forward, letting him do his ticket first and then hers before the rush started. The inside was surprising. A lounge, with large chairs and a pool table. Even vending machines and some arcade games. All the other kid's sat down, or started to play the games. Charna stared as she turned back, you could see the outside from in here. One way glass she supposed. Kaito was quick to grab Kira and drag her to the air hockey table. Charna laughed as she joined them. She wondered if all the train stops would be like this one. She hoped it was way. Yet, she also hoped that Kira was right, and she wouldn't have to hide. As she watched the others, even some showing off their magic.

She decided there and then. Charna Dracul, would hide no more.

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[midsummereve1993]

daughter of john Winchester

Evelyn snow isn't you normal person, as a child she liked witches and zombies and vampires. she would rather read on how to kill a vampire, how to stop a zombie and how to kill witch. her mother was Rayleigh Paige  a well known hunter around the world before Evelyn come along. her dad now that was a different story. her father was john Winchester a hunter in his own right. she only saw him once a mouth. her mom and dad on a hunt when her mom saved john from being vampire bait. They started dating and just three months later Rayleigh discovered Evelyn was on the way.  Growing up Evelyn was taught everything about monster’s and what lurked in the dark on count her mother wanted her to know to be able to protect herself when her mother wasn’t there. When Evelyn was eighteen years old her mother was killed by a vampire hunt gone wrong, she packed up herself and sold her house and left which now brings us to the point and time.

Evelyn was waiting in a dark alley since she rolled into town. Evelyn had been on a job. She had heard there were a lot of people going missing in the Mississippi area so she drove up here and discovered it was a vampire and now she was waiting for the vampire to show up when she heard a noise from behind her and when she turned around she saw the vampire looking back at her. She was thrown to the ground with the vampire on top of her about to kill her when she heard footsteps and the vampire that was on top of her was killed. After she caught her breath she looked up to see two face’s looking back at her. One was tall with long hair and the other one was kinda tall and was holding a blade. You OK ma'am the tall one says and he held out his head to help me up. Yes  thank you she  said back and headed toward my car. Wait, I heard and turned to see the man following me. We can’t just let a young lady like yourself leave. my name is sam Winchester and this is my brother dean. wait as in john Winchester. yes that’s our dad but how do you know him.

um well he’s my dad she says to them and the look on both of there face’s showed her they did’t quite believed her. that’s impossible we would know if we had another sibling. we only have Adam our brother. i promise i’m telling the truth. my mom and him met after my mother save him from being vampire bait and they started dating and three weeks later my  mom found out she was pregnant with me and i was born Oct 31 1993. she sees dean turn to sam and look back at her. well since you our sister you have to come with us. what why, because the streets isn’t a safe place for you and since your our sister you only in more danger. please come with us back to the bunker and stay with us because i see you living out you car. yes but everybody does it. my mom died three weeks ago and i sold the house because i couldn’t live there because of the memories. look you can’t stay in you car so please come with us. we have food. water and everything would need to make yourself at home. OK he says but i get to hunt. what no way dean’s says no freaking way am i letting my sister hunt with us. what come on i can handle myself pretty much OK, i was raised by a hunter and my dad was one. speaking of dad where is he. he used to come visit but he stopped coming when i was thirteen years old. dad died five years ago. oh she says. OK i’ll come live with you but i still want to hunt. no way i already told you dean says and Evelyn get’s a sad face. but i can handle myself please. no now stop asking about it. no i won’t stop asking about it because i can handle myself dean. i already told you i was trained please. fine fine you stubborn just like me. so Evelyn went back to the bunker with them and built her life over again and later down the line dean allowed her to hunt after she saved dean’s butt from being  a chew toy.