#might make a shiny version of this if someone wants it?? :o

[gotchibam]

Sylveon sends love your way! 💗

Available as print! ✨

#artists on tumblr #pokemon #sylveon #gotchibam arts #made a sylveon print bc I noticed sylveon is the most requested pkmn from my kofi doodle reqs :3 #also valentine's is just a month away so yeah!! I thought it'd fit as a nice gift item ;w; #might make a shiny version of this if someone wants it?? :o

[thegnomelord]

Ok, so I loved your dragon reader/ dragon price fic. The detailed courting rituals got me thinking about how different members of TF 141 react to a s/o who has different courting rituals than them.

The one rolling around in my mind rn is Gaz (which I'm pretty sure is a harpy or bird hybrid of some kind) with a dragon reader.

So Gaz tries to court reader through a more fancy version of pebbling. But, instead of giving cool rocks and sticks, it's gemstones and weapons. Yknow, expensive/fancy things that Gaz thinks the reader might want to add to his hoard.

Btw do you have an anon list? If so, is 👑 anon available?

I don't have an anon list yet but you're welcome to be 👑anon!

It's cool to think how they'd try to court you. I hc that werewolves, and Johnny by extension, are really straightforward. Like sitting way too close, hands roaming over your body, trying to lick into your mouth and going "Hey wanna make more of us?"

Ghost, the poor thing, is completely fucked bc he was human before becoming a wraith, how the Hell is he supposed to know? Que him going through Wikipedia articles and watching documentaries of your species courting and mating (having to rub one out imaging you and him in that position ofc) and just stumbling through the whole courting thing.

CW:NSFW

But Gaz? Oooh Gaz—

Safe to say he's fallen ass over tits for you.

It's the way you take care of them, of him, of the monstrous strength used to defend them turning velvet soft when Gaz needs emotional support that has his harpy hindmind demanding to lock you down before a competitor snatches you away.

Only problem — you're not a harpy. And Gaz has no idea how courtship works, as when he asks Price about it (under the guise of just being curious) the old fart just gives him an amused look and tells him to figure it out.

Though harpies and dragons are two different species, he figures there must be some similarities, so he figures to listen to the old fairy tales about your kind and looks for the shiniest thing he can find, because Harpies court by giving gifts and dragons like to hoard and both of them like shiny stuff right?

You're confused like Hell when one day you wake up to find a silver ring with a shiny amethyst sitting on your windowsill. You know for a fact it's not yours as the instinct to catalogue every item in your hoard is as old as the draconic blood running through your veins and you'd remember if you had it.

When you make sure it's not stolen and no owner can be found, (because who'd wear that type of ring in a military base?) you decide to keep it, failing to notice how the way Gaz's pupils get bigger when you put the ring in your pocket.

It is a nice ring, the shine of the gemstone tickling your brain in a pleasant way. The military doesn't allow dragons to have large hoards, most of the items you've gathered over the decades and centuries safely hidden in vaults, but it feels good to have a small hoard in your den.

You expect this to be a one off event. But. No. Every few weeks you find a new thing on your windowsill, from gems to guns to additions to weapons you've expressed you'd like to get. Each new thing leaves you scratching your head, annoyance growing bit by bit as there's never enough scent on the items to track the culprit down and it's not like you can turn the base upside down looking for them (again).

You're unsure how to feel; it's obvious someone is trying to court you, but it definitely can't be Price because no dragon would go about it like this. But you have to admit it's nice to be desired, regardless how odd the method may be.

Then you notice how Gaz has started acting. . . different. He'll ruffle his feathers and flutter his wings more than usual when you two are alone, purposely stretch more often to make your eyes naturally draw to him, sticking to your side as he talks about everything and anything under the sun.

You're also not a fool. You can figure out it's a harpy's way of trying to show off, but without any open hostility you can only assume he's trying to court you. And you let him, you like his presence and the sound of his voice, the way he gives you a lopsided smile and the way his dark feathers shine like onyx gems when the light hits them juuust right and the way he flushes and stutters when your tail wraps around his leg.

Then one late evening when you're doing paperwork you catch sight of something behind your window in the corner of your eye. Like a flash you're opening the window, your clawed hand gripping Gaz's hand before he can scatter.

Gaz's wings spread out wide, a surprised squawk leaving him as he looks into your slitted eyes. "Uh-, I, eh- Hi?" He says, gulping, his newest gift, a very shiny ruby, held in his hand. But what draws your eye are his dark feathers.

You let out an amused snort, "Hello." You purr, leaning in so your faces are close, enjoying the way he flushes from the proximity. "So you're the little thief that's been visiting me."

Gaz's feather puff up to make his silhouette twice as big, his eyes narrowing, a hurt and angry look spreading across his features. "I'm no thief!" He says, insulted that you'd suggest he can't get you gifts on his own. "I-"

"You are," You hum, reaching out your other hand to hold his jaw, and even with his anger he feels his mind croon at how softly you touch him. "You're in the process of stealing my heart."

"Oh." Is the most intelligent thing he can come up with, his pupils blowing wide like he'd just seen the shiniest thing in his life. "Oh."

"Yes," You shrug and pull your hand back to yank one of your scales out of your shoulder, giving it to him as you take the ruby. "Keep this safe for me, yeah?" You hum and then you let him go, going back to your work while he's left dumbstruck, clutching the scale close to his chest.

When it finally settles in his head that you'd just given him a gift, that you'd reciprocated, and given him a shiny gift, oh he's treating that scale like it's the most precious thing in his world. He keeps it close to him, cooing to it in the privacy of his room, keeping it on his pillow so he can fall asleep with your scent in his nose.

He also doubles down on the gifts, but now he's very open about it, to the point you'll have him randomly come into your office to give you something shiny or another weapon, preening so prettily when you praise the thing he's brought back, nuzzling into your neck and fluffing up his feathers. His heart swoons when you show him the small hoard you've made with all the things he's brought you, and you end up spending the entire evening with him cuddled up to you, chirping happily.

"Hey, can I see that scale I gave you?" You ask after a couple of weeks, curious to see how he's treated it.

"Uh, sure." Gaz can swear his heart's beating like a war drum as he watches you inspect your scale, checking for scratches or cracks.

But you find none, it's still as shiny as the day you'd given it to him. Maybe even shinier.

You smile and before he can do anything you pull him close to you by a hand on his hip. "Very well done, little thief." You hum, kissing him. Gaz melts against you, not even your lips able to muffle the happy chirps and croons that escape his chest.

You spend the next few months getting familiar with each other's bodies, lazy evenings spent with your clawed hands preening his wings, Gaz steadily melting into the bed with every brush of your fingers. Kyle taking a few extra minutes in the morning to rub his face between your wing, chirping and crooning.

Harpy mating season comes around and you're caught off guard when you come to your room to find your covers and pillows and entire wardrobe on the ground, turned into a makeshift nest with a very naked, and very horny, Gaz sitting in the middle of it.

His eyes are hazy but he knows you're there the second your scent hits his nose, the most desperate sound you've ever heard leaving his lips, bruised from how hard he'd been biting them to reign his noises in, to keep them only for you.

"Mate-" Kyle whines, shuffles in the nest that has the pretty gems he'd gifted you strewn amongst the fabric, "-need you, please- I-"

One more needy sound is all it takes to have you tumbling naked into the nest in record time, deep guttural purrs answering his pleased coos. He presses flush against you, seeking out your mouth, whole body burning up and his thighs shaking, his cock rock hard.

"I got you, pretty thief." You rumble, pulling him into your lap, his wings spreading out and feathers puffing up, as if he needs to make himself look even more desirable. "What do you need Kyle?"

"Need you," Kyle whines, pawing at your own erection, desperate fingers shaking as he strokes you, "Please- hurts, I need- mate."

You shush him with sweet kisses, your hand sliding down to very carefully stretch him open while avoiding injuring him with your claws, your mind purring at how willingly he opens up for you, wings and limbs shaking as he whimpers against your lips, his mind steadily leaking from his cock.

"You're alright," You calm him when you pull your fingers out, positioning him so your cock head rests against his entrance, not missing how Kyle preens at your strength. "Going to breed you right, gonna take care of you."

"Yes, yes, yes!" Kyle moans are loud as you steadily push your cock into him, his walls clamping down on every inch of your length. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank- mate." His claws dig into your shoulders, clutching you tight as you bottom out in him, his hole clenching you in sync with his ragged breathing.

"I'm here," You hum, barely able to think, "Just relax, let me take care of you." You say, feeling him relax into you, and with deep purrs and lots of praise you begin to fuck him, moving him like a fleshlight on your cock, letting him moan and groan and scream his heart out uncaring who hears it, your ancient blood singing at the thought of his noises being a testament to your abilities as a mate.

Then the tight heat and the scent and just Kyle has your mind forgetting how to think, your body moving on it's own to show Kyle he'd picked a good mate.

#cod mw2 #gnome correspondence #x reader #Gnome's Spittballs #trinkets from the hoard #male reader #top male reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #cod mlm #cod modern warfare #monster cod au #cod smut #cod x male reader

[rae-writes]

An Angel...

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon)

wc : 1.k

warnings : simping bois, humor, some sprinkled suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you (though that’s nothing new)

a/n : this audio scratches an itch in my brain and I needed to do something with it

angel ver. 

<Asmodeus> GUYS!!!  YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!!!! NOW!!!!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Casually clicking on the video file, his interest peaked immediately when he saw you. Clad in your RAD uniform, you were positioned in frame a couple steps back. 

“Who are you?” 

He watched you slowly stalk forward with a smile on your face; it was both reassuring and off putting. Only someone like him would be able to notice. 

“An angel…”

You held out your hand towards the camera gently, as if beckoning someone closer. 

“What’s your name?”

The transition was fast— smooth. In an instant, your hand came up and grabbed the phone, like you were choking someone, causing the frame to shake. 

“Satan.”

Once the shaking transition stopped, with your hand still in its previous position, his mouth dropped. You had completely transformed yourself into what he assumed is your version of their demon form. 

Realistic black sheep horns protruded from your head, curling backwards around your ear and ending at your middle jaw. There were light purple extensions added here and there, blending with your hair perfectly. Your free hand had come up to splay over your malicious grin- showing off the fangs you’d added and the sharpness of your new nails. The outfit you wore was revealing- black with shiny accents and shiner jewelry - easily showing the intricate marks you’d drawn over the exposed skin. 

[8 people saved a video attachment] 

Lucifer

His stupidly handsome face forms the most obnoxious smug smirk imaginable 

Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely flustered. On the inside. 

On the outside though, he radiated pride and smugness 

Like ‘yeah. That’s my Mc. mine. Eat it.’ 

Not that he would ever speak those words. Totally not

Was he also slightly bugged that Asmo seemed to be the only one who had access to this video? Sure. 

Was he gonna make sure his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos deleted this from everything they owned? Of course. 

But first, he’s gotta get you to dress up like that for him in person 

Mammon

Mans was astonished. Eyebrows had shot through the heavens, mouth was dropped down to sea floor level, cheeks were a blazing inferno— he was in awe 

First thought : ‘HELL YEAH, MC, YA LOOK HOT!’ 

Second thought : ‘WAIT HOLD UP, THE OTHERS ARE SEEIN THIS TOO-‘ 

Really though, Mammon is just so in awe at how gorgeous you looked 

especially in that gold he knows he bought you

Immediately takes a screenshot of you in that getup and makes it his home screen wallpaper

Then he texts you, begging demanding you dress up like that again because he wants to make videos with you in his demon form too!

I mean, if he doesn’t get to have his hands all over you and his mouth on you like that, how will anyone get the message you’re only for him?

Levi

Someone call the equivalent of 911 for the Devildom, Levi might just be coding 

Actually- don’t even worry about it, he’s just a big puddle on the floor! No worries! 

He. Is. FLUSTERED! Flustered doesn’t even begin to cover it really- 

Levi can't breathe, can’t talk, can’t even wave his hands around frantically to express his lost words

Irl version of a windows restart. 

But as soon as he does reboot, he’s doing his best impression of Oprah into his pillow with how high pitched he’s screaming 

Would love to take a picture with you in that outfit while he’s in his demon form or have you sit on him 

He’ll send you a bunch of emojis in show of his approval but his normal skin tone still isn’t visible under the blush for hours

Satan

Smug as fuck about the audio itself. Definitely silently bragging

Aside from that, Satan is absolutely willing to kneel for you in that outfit 

He’s studied with you on seductive speechcraft but this? He was not ready

Has to take a minute to get his bearings together and to wipe that blush off his face

Satan’s actually pretty speechless for a good 30 minutes 

Not that he’d let you know. He will, however, be telling you how fucking good you looked

Wants to ask if you’ll walk around town with him in his demon form too so everyone can see 

Power couple ™— Take that Lucifer 

Asmo

Azzy is on his knees in an instant- pliant and ready for you to fucking step all over him 

The moment he saw the video he was liking, favoriting, commenting, saving, sharing- everything 

He’d suggested something similar for you to do in the past but you just. 

You went light years beyond what he was expecting the outcome to be and he is here for it 

#1 supporter and immediately is coming up with different- sexier -outfits for you to wear

Will ask, beg if he has to, if you’d come have a photo shoot with him (surprisingly he mainly wants to take photos of just you) 

Admitting to anyone who listens that your beauty is absolutely on par with his 

On his way to your room right this instant- but only after he shares the video with the others 

Beel

Choked. 

You’d think he hadn’t ate in years with how much he was drooling but no

He was just looking at you in that outfit. Which he thought was amazing. 

You are easily the most delicious thing he’s ever laid eyes on (“Gorgeous too…”) and he can’t wait to tell you to your face 

Wonders if you’d have a tail or wings if you really did have a demon form 

Wants to ask Diavolo if there’s magic to make you a real, temporary demon form to find out

Please come to one of his Fangol games dressed like that. He’d promise to win for the rest of the season- and succeed

Overall flustered with his cute blush present, but unlike Satan or Levi, he doesn’t mind showing you 

Belphie

Two words : “holy. fuck.” or alternatively : “fuck. me.”

He is sprinting- yes, sprinting- throughout the fucking house and barreling straight through your door

On his knees faster than Asmo was and is ready at light speed to crawl at your feet and wrap his arms around your leg 

All of his usual curt expressions are thrown out the window without a care in the world

No pure thoughts behind those doe eyes. Not a single one. 

Convinces you to let him take a picture from underneath you while you’re choking him to put as his lock screen because he needed it

Will not be letting you go for the next 24 hours or longer

Fakes innocence like a pro when the others accuse him of hogging you to himself (“they are mine” he snips, even though you have the metaphorical leash right now)

Barbatos 

Mmmmmm, the silent simping is strong in this one

He was simultaneously so fucking ready and so very much not ready for that

Does not know what to do with himself for the next 2-7 business days

Had to put down shit he was cleaning multiple times before he broke something (because you actually broke him)

Straight up doesn’t even ask to show up in your room this time, he just does and immediately beelines to shove his face into your neck 

No, his ears are not red. I believe you might be color blind Mc…

Won’t outright admit how badly you affected him- he just lets out a small ‘you look lovely’ like yeah, Barb? Just lovely? 

Please wear this to the next formal event you attend to watch him lose his cool for split second intervals all night

Diavolo 

If he didn’t have millennia of training on composure, he’d been screaming as loud as Levi 

Instead he settles for slamming his hand on his desk like that meme Asmo showed him 

Concerning his butler a bit, but Diavolo is a proud simp- he ADMITS it

Please come sit on him. Let HIM sit on YOU, for all he cares

You look so good?? What the fuck?? Marry him?? (<<exact texts he sends you)

Tries to find ways to give you a real demon form before getting scolded

Volunteers whole heartedly to let Asmo take pictures of both of you while you’re dressed like that

Ring, ring, Lucifer, he’s coming over ASAP, don’t be alarmed when he shows up at the door

Bonus : 

Solomon

Fuck this man is so down bad for you

I mean, he knew that before but this is just something else, Mc, what have you done to him? 

Knows you’re still human but god does he crave having your pact mark seared into his body (it’s a guilty pleasure of his)

Maybe you’ll just create one and tattoo it on anyway

No second thoughts, teleports to your room immediately to yank you into a kiss

Door is locked- Solomon refuses to let the brothers snatch you away from him rn

Please get on top of him and show him how real your fake fangs and nails feel

Will actually beg without a fight

Simeon

Thinks he should not find this as attractive as he does but the heat flooding through his body disagrees

Gets so hot and flustered, it would be concerning if he wasn’t an actual angel 

Drinks a whole ass cup of water in less than 2 seconds 

Personification of ‘hold my mf halo’ as he makes his way to your place once he calms down a bit

Yes, he’ll take pictures with you with his wings on display and yes, he may or may not be into this (and if you start a little roleplay with him? He’s ascending.)

Don’t tease and make fun of him, he can’t help it! He’s not trying to blush- though he isn’t trying to hide it either

Lies through his teeth without hesitation when he gets questioned about the faint lines on his shoulders 

Heaven’s filthiest angel, on brand

#obey me x reader #om x reader #obey me headcanons #lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #mammon x reader #obey me mammon #leviathan x reader #obey me levi #satan x reader #obey me satan #asmo x reader #obey me asmo #beel x reader #obey me beel #belphie x reader #obey me belphie #barbatos x reader #obey me barbatos #diavolo x reader #obey me diavolo #solomon x reader #obey me solomon #simeon x reader #obey me simeon

[frenziedslashers]

Oof I haven’t requested here in a long time! I love your version of Michael Myers, it’s feels really true to his character?? I don’t know if that makes sense but it does to me lol.

Can i please request Michael Myers reacting to his s/o getting a necklace with his initial on it? I feel like he’d really like it!! ❤️❤️

I literally feel so honored when people tell me this because ngl Michael isn't my most favorite character. Love his movies, but I am all about the funny and sweet men and women. Michaels is not my cup of tea, but hearing that you guys like the way I write him??? I love you all sm 😭😭

Michael Myers reacting to his S/O getting his initials on a necklace:

He would notice it right away.

The one thing about Michael is the fact that he notices every little new change about you, and jewelry is a big thing to him. Especially if he sees little letters on it.

He normally wouldn't mind it. He likes you in jewelry. The shiny and colorful things add to your outfits and personality. He thinks they're pretty and fun, and might even make you a bracelet or something further into your relationship, but this necklace? Oh, he's intrigued.

He's not the most subtle guy. So he's probably going to approach you and grab the necklace while you have it on. Studying the letters with narrowed eyes.

At first, he was worried that someone else gave it to you. Who's M.A.M. What does that stand for? Then it clicks after you smile and ask if he likes it.

He'd stare at you. Holding the emblem with his initials on it between his fingers. Rubbing the metal as if to acknowledge what you said. It takes a second, but he definitely loves it.

It gives him this sense of ownership over you. Along with your own sort of ownership over him. Like this was you proposing to him in his mind. Telling him that you were his and that you would always be his. That you belonged to him. While also telling him that he belonged to you and that he always would in your eyes.

He's definitely showing you his appreciation for it right now. If he was in a killing spree mood, his mood is definitely changed to a 'killing your ability to walk' mood.

If you ever take the necklace off he automatically is assuming that you are mad at him and he's handing you the necklace with a grunt as if to ask why. He's definitely upset about it, so just try not to take it off.

He wants something of yours for him to wear now. So he either gets a necklace of his own or keeps a polaroid photo of you on him at all times.

After a while of you owning the necklace, though, he might even take it a step further and offer/ask to carve his initials on your body. He wouldn't make you do it, nor would be mad if you said no. He's not a fan of hurting you, only if you're alright with it and you know he would never purposefully hurt you. You are his light, after all. He wouldn't dare snuff you out.

#michael myers fluff #michael myers x reader #michael myers #michael myers headcanons #slashers x reader

[marilostfieldblog]

(OOC: WARNING! DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD AND MILD GORE BELOW THE CUT! PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION)

[Video transcript begin.]

[The transcript begins from someone's shirt pocket as they kick a door open, they walk in and place their phone on a table. In frame are 4 people, one of them, with black hair and a sweater. Speaks up.]

?: Hello?

[Voice identified: Sarah.]

?: OMG! Heyyyyy!

[Voice identified: Ophelia.]

[Ophelia takes a few steps, moving closer to the others. Her dark curly hair bounces as she bounds over. A very large smile on her face.]

?: Sarah meet Ophelia and Jackass, Jackass and Ophelia meet Sarah.

[Voice identified: Mari.]

?: Motherfucker, at least be creative with it! Sarah, my name is NOT Jackass. I’m Cassius. It’s a displeasure to meet you, and even more so to see Mari again.

[Voice identified: Cassius.]

M: At least be nice to Sarah, she hasn't done anything to you dipfuck.

C: … Fine. I actually have something for you, Sarah. Here.

[Cassius reaches into his pocket, and tosses something shiny and golden Sarah’s way.]

S: What is it?

C: Random ass ring I had in my room, didn’t need it. Think of it as a consolation prize for dating Mari.

M: Like you or any of PR would do any bett-

[Sarah smacks Mari on the back of the head before putting on the ring.]

S: Thank you Cassius, I like it! And Mari. Be nice.

C: I’m glad, and yeah, Mari. Be nice.

[Cassius grins and squints at Mari smugly.]

M: All I'm saying is, you can't make fun of my relationship. When Ophelia is seemingly the only person here who knows anything about a good relationship. [Aside.] hell you want to fuck the CEO.

C: I don’t do relationships. I thought I made that clear. Never exactly wanted to. And shut up about the CEO.

M: Then don't make fun of mine. If Ophelia did that at least I might understand.

S: Is Ophelia… A lesbian? You mentioned no one in PR is straight.

O: Hmmm… That’s a good question, why don’t I ask Adelia? [Aside.] ADELIA? AM I A LESBIAN?

?: FUCK YEAH YOU ARE! A GREAT ONE, TOO!

[Voice identified: Adelia.]

O: Well, that settles that!

S: Nice, glad to meet another lesbian here… Glad to meet… Any women not gonna lie.

O: Likewise. Now… are you here to…?

M: No, she's here to make sure I don't go too far. I'm a gal? Non binary version of that? Of my word, I said I'm gonna beat Eden within an inch of her life, I meant that.

[Cassius leans back in his chair, placing his legs on the table. He takes a can of Coke out of his pocket and opens it.]

C: You’ve really gotta start not sticking to your word, especially when you’re in here. I couldn’t care less if you ‘go too far’ to be honest.

O: How many Cokes do you have in your pockets?

C: You’ll never know.

M: Not gonna kill her. Don't feel like dealing with that.

[Cassius pouts, overexaggerating his expression. He takes a sip of his Coke.]

C: Yeah, alright. Have fun, asshole.

M: Trust me. I will, chicken cock.

S: Chicken cock?

M: I'm running out of insults.

O: Usually when that happens to me I call him a sleeper agent. Because–

C: Okay that’s enough Ophelia. Go beat the shit out of Eden.

M: Call her out.

[Mari runs to hide behind a plant.]

C: Eden! There’s a very large ostrich out here that I think you’d like to see!

S: Ostrich?

C: She always talks about killing and eating an ostrich. It’s the best way I could think of to get her out here.

[A red haired woman bursts out of one of the rooms and into frame.]

?: WHERE.

[Voice identified: Eden.]

M: Right here.

[Mari jumps out from behind the plant and punches Eden right in the jaw, knocking her to the ground.]

E: YOU MOTHERFUCKER! THAT IS NOT A DAMN OSTRICH. THAT’S A COWARDLY BITCH! YOU LIAR!

M: Is it really so cowardly when I do this?

[Mari grabs a pen and pokes it in the woman's eye, before punching her three more times and beginning to look for objects.]

S: Let the show begin.

[Eden stands, her jaw is clenched from pain, but despite that, she manages to lunge at Mari, her teeth visible.]

S: LOOK OUT!

[Mari spins around and blasts Eden in the head with a plant pot.]

C: Honestly, Eden! You should have seen that one coming!

[Eden doesn’t respond, instead wildly grabbing for Mari.]

M: Bruh.

[Mari blocks Eden attacks, hitting her in the head with a book.]

M: YOU ARE FUCKING TERRIBLE AT THIS!

E: YOU STABBED ME IN THE EYE! FUCK YOU!

[Eden yanks Mari’s arm and bites them in the neck. She draws back after a few seconds, looking very proud of herself.]

O: Ooh…

S: MARI!

[Mari touches their neck, blood slowly falling from the bite wound. After 5 seconds they stand there looking disappointed.]

M: That's it?

E: Wh–

C: Eden, did you happen to forget to put the venom in your enhancements this morning?

[Eden sputters indignantly.]

E: I– I couldn’t find the– the vials were missing! I think someone took them!

C: [Sarcastically.] Oh gee, wonder who could’ve done that.

[He takes another sip of his Coke, not bothering to look up, held between his fingers are several vials, Eden stares at Cassius, going red.]

E: You–

C: Look out, Eden.

M: My turn bitch.

[Mari bashes Eden over the head with a metal drawer, pulling Eden in before bashing her in the head 5 more times. Judo throwing her to the floor.]

[Eden screeches. She attempts to stand up.]

M: No you fuckin' don't.

[Mari grabs Eden by the head, headbutting her in the nose and mouth. Before starting to smash the file drawer into her head several times on the floor.]

O: That’s gotta sting!

C: Yikes! Eden, are you sure you’re good enough for PR?

M: Shut up. I'm focused.

[Mari throws the now dented drawer, grabbing Eden by the leg and putting said leg in a triangle-like position. Kicking it several times before switching to punching Eden in the face, blood popping into frame several times.]

[Cassius and Ophelia laugh as Eden tries to hit Mari, one of her arms grabs an item off the floor, but instead of hitting Mari with it, she chucks it at Sarah. Ophelia’s arm extends and catches the item, before tossing it back at Eden. It hits her in the head.]

S: Thank you… Um Eden you might regret that-

[Mari stomps the arm Eden used to throw the item multiple times, on the tenth stomp a loud crack is heard causing Eden to scream in pain.]

S: Yep.

E: WHY THAT ARM?!

M: Shut. Up.

[Mari returns to punching Eden in the face, more and more blood visible by the second.]

C: Go for the jaw!

O: No, no! Go for the nose a bit more!

[A door can be heard opening.]

?: Yooooo are we watching someone beat the shit out of Eden? Siiiick.

[Voice identified: Alexander.]

E: SHUT THE FUCK UP AND HELP ME, YOU ASSHOLES!

[The three PR members speak in unison.]

C: Yeah, no.

O: Sorry, I don’t want to.

A: Nuh uh.

[Mari switches to stomping Eden's head, blood seen on both their knuckles.]

O: Careful! Remember that thing about keeping your word?

S: I'll stop them.

[Blood is now visible on Mari's right heel, they return to punching Eden in the face. Tears now streaming down their face.]

M: GO THE FUCK TO HELL YOU PIECE OF SHIT!

E: [Barely audible.] You– first. Bitch–

M: I WON'T LET YOU HURT SOMEONE… LIKE YOU DID MY MOM!

S: [Whispered.] Fuck-

[Mari lifts their foot up once more, looking to stomp Eden's head in again.]

C: I’m not going to ask.

O: Yup, me neither.

E: What the fuck– are you talking– about?

M: Die.

[Just as Mari goes to deliver what would have been a final blow, Sarah tackles Mari to the ground.]

S: Mari, that isn't your dad! That's Eden, he's not here I promise you!

C: Ooooh, the plot thickens!

S: You got what you wanted? Eden got the shit beaten out of her?

M: Dad… I don't want him alive… LET ME GO!

C: Buddy, that is NOT your father. If I remember correctly, he got his neck snapped via crowbar. That’s Eden.

S: Trauma's a bitch. I'd figure you or anyone here, would know that.

[Cassius blinks, his expression falling slightly, before it goes back to how it was before. He laughs.]

C: Yeah, right.

M: He… I want… Mom…

S: Hey, hey I'm not your mom but I'm right here. It's ok I swear to you, can… One of you hand me some paper towels, or a mop. I'll clean up.

A: Uh, nuh uh! You didn’t do any o’ that. I’ll clean up. Go uh. Hug your partner or whatever. I dunno.

[Alexander scurries away, presumably to grab paper towels.]

S: I… Still need paper towels. For their knuckles, please?

O: I’ll get something for that, don’t worry! I’ll also drag Eden away. I’ll be back in a sec girly!

S: Thank you Ophelia, I appreciate it.

[As Ophelia exits the room, Cassius stands up and walks over to Mari and Sarah.]

C: So.

S: What?

C: How much money do ya want for that?

S: What? You serious?

C: Fuck yeah, Eden’s been a pain in the ass for too long. This’ll put her back in line. Now, how much d’ya want.

[Mari slowly calms down, giving an answer.]

M: O- one… G- grand.

S: Mari what?

C: That cheap?

M: F- five. G- Grand.

[Cassius laughs, sounding eerily non-human. His pitch is either too low or too high.]

C: That’s more like it!

[He grabs a bag from under the table and counts out the amount.]

S: What… What are we even supposed to do with that much money?

C: Hell if I know.

M: F- For one… I w- want to buy… M- mom's house…

S: Mari. That's… You sure?

C: Pfft, yeah. Good luck with that. Should’ve asked for more money if you wanted to do that.

S: Family discount? Pretty sure your aunt or uncle owns the house now right Mari?

M: y- yeah…

C: [Sarcastically.] And I’m sure that being human, they’ll for sure let you take ownership of the house for just five grand.

S: I mean… Mari's mom did only buy it for 3 grand so.

[Cassius blinks, hard. Clearing his throat.]

C: [Quietly.] Jesus Christ.

S: Fixer upper house… It is a beautiful fucking house.

C: I’m sure.

[He looks up, seemingly thinking deeply.]

C: I had something else to fucking tell you, but I forgot what it was…

S: Think?

C: Fuck you–! Wait, I remember. I uh… Hold on.

[Cassius quickly walks over to a desk, opening the drawer, taking something out, and closing it.]

C: Found this a while back. Thought you’d want it.

[He crouches down and hands a piece of white fabric to Mari, it is spotted with blood, seemingly slightly old.]

M: This is… Thank you.

C: Don’t mention it. Seriously. Don’t.

M: I know… Just. Quit being an asshole all the time, please? I know you might be scared of the… You know strikes but like. Please, you're capable of being… Not an asshole all the time. Look at Ophelia! She's nice.

C: You’re way too trusting.

O: What? I heard my name?

M: I… Yeah maybe, but like…

C: I mean it. You’re too trusting.

[Cassius takes out something shiny and jabs it into Mari’s hand, the blade of a knife can be seen stuck in the floor, and in Mari’s hand.]

M: G- SON OF A BITCH!

S: C- cassius. You.

[Sarah balls her hand up into a fist and punches the floor.]

M: Quit… Being a god damn asshole, am I not… Going through enough right now?

C: No, you aren’t. Nobody ever is. That’s how this world works.

M: I really… Really hope I get to watch you die. How about you fuck another one of your bosses and get killed.

O: CASS! YOU DONE STABBING MARI YET OR DO YOU NEED A MINUTE?

C: I’m done! You ready to go?

O: Hell yeah!

[Ophelia walks out, no paper towels in hand, instead she has a dressy outfit on.]

O: Sorry, hon. Well, I’m not. But… you know. Symbolic apologies. Like what you do!

S: You… I… I thought…

[Sarah looks confused, turning to look at the phone on the table.]

O: You thought what, girl. That I was going to be some sweet woman who does no wrong? Look around you, you’re in the goddamn murder dormitory. This is where Showfalls best liars hang out.

S: Except Eden. She is both a bad liar and a bad killer. But that's besides the point what the actual fuck?

O: If she’s such a bad liar, then why does Rose still call her Evelyn? Just some food for thought. Anyway! It’s time for me to go! Have fun, you two!

M: P- phone… L- light…

[Mari looks directly at the phone, the transcript light shining in their eyes.]

O: Oh, right. Hold on. Let’s see if that new update installed on your phone!

[Ophelia walks up to the phone, grinning.]

O: Block user Nessa Kylie Hoffson.

[User blocked.]

O: There we go, now I’m off the hook.

M: n- no…

[Mari looks down.]

S: THERE'S STILL ROSE! AND KATHERINE! YOU DUMB BITCH!

O: I’m still by the phone, girlie! Block users Rose Henderson and Katherine Romero.

[Users blocked. Sub-users blocked.]

M: S- sarah… p- please… s- shut the fuck up.

C: I may not know a lot about relationships, but that is no way to treat your girlfriend.

O: Because I’m feeling a little nice, here. Have an Advil, hon. It might help.

[Ophelia tosses a small pill towards Mari, before finally turning to leave.]

M: …

S: Mari I…

M: F- fuck you cassius. I… I hope… CEO has… your fuckin' tongue ripped out.

C: I wouldn’t mind that.

O: What.

C: What? Let's go actually. Haha.

[The two leave.]

M: End transcript… Why didn't it work?

[Footsteps can be heard coming down a hallway, Alexander slides into frame, holding paper towels, and regular towels. And a pack of marshmallows. For some reason.]

A: I HAVE THINGS!

M: W- what…

S: I'm guessing you're an asshole. Like the rest of PR?

A: What the fuck, you’re so mean to me all the time. You hates me and you’re so sucks. I bring you towels of every kind and you still bully me. What the fuck.

S: My girlfriend just got stabbed by your boss. Ophelia said you're all liars. So sorry I don't trust you either.

A: Hey, do you want the towels or not.

S: Yes… Please.

[Alexander drops the towels on the floor, the paper towels taking a while to land, as they float to the ground, scattering. He drops into a cross legged sitting position, and leans forward with his chin in his hands.]

S: Yes?

A: Hi!

S: Hello.

A: Are you any good at mario party.

S: Yes actually, why you ask?

A: Cassius is shit at mario party. I wanna play against someone who’ll actually be a challenge to beat.

S: In return will PR leave us the fuck alone?

A: Erm.

S: Alexander please… I'm tired. I'm mad that I'm still in this hellhole. I want to go home. If I play mario party can PR please leave us alone?

[Alexander's playful tone drops, just for a moment.]

A: Sarah. We’re risking a lot by just letting you even be in here. I can’t do jack shit about any of this. None of us can. We don’t have that power.

S: We could help… You don't have to be afraid to ask for help. You could run, escape, get doctors to deal with any showfall issues they caused.

[Alexander leans in and whispers something in Sarah’s ear.]

[Sarah freezes for one moment, before laughing. After 30 seconds she leans in to whisper something in Alexander's ear.]

A: Dude, sonic and mario DEFINITELY kiss so much. What are you even saying right now.

S: Agree to disagree.

M: What the fuck are you two saying…

A: You wouldn’t get it, you’re a nerd. And not awesome.

M: Mario and Sonic do more then kiss, fuck y'all mean?

A: Okay uh. Mayonnaise or whatever your name is, you’re gonna bleed all over my controllers. So you either can’t play or you have to be the red one.

M: Can I end the transcript?

A: Yeah sure, if you don’t want everyone on the internet to see me kicking your ass in mario party!

S: They actually um… Won our high school mario party tournament. Fun fact.

A: Okay? I’m so cool and awesome and not paper-like in the slightest, I will not fly away in the wind. I will win all the rounds and you’ll cry. So hard.

M: You look like a jug of strawberry milk. In like… The worst way.

A: It must be all the poison I drink daily.

M: What the fuck.

A: Builds tolerance. I don’t have to be afraid of drinking things that Cassius hands me on thursdays.

M: You should be DEAD.

A: Yeah, sometimes I overdo it.

S: Wait… Why Thursdays?

A: Poison Thursdays. Scariest day of the week.

M: Anyway. [Aside.] END TRANSCRIPT!

[Transcript manually ended.]

#((ooc) tw suggestive) #((ooc) tw blood and gore) #showfall ask blog #encoreverse blog

[idontknow-callmeamyrhing]

i am BEGGING for you to write something filthy for peepaw having a younger s/o.. like you said he'd fucking love it & i know this might sound weird but i just wanna see that man lose it when reader gets loud for him and yknow PLEASE BESTIE

you're probably the only one who could write this the way i imagine it to happen 👀

down so bad rn everyone point and laugh

but yes i will bc i too am down very bad for peepaw and a younger partner, tysm 4 the request ily

pressures on, you have too much faith in me, not proof read, you know the drill :-> written with female genitals, daddy kink, sexualised violence(consensual)

okay so, we know any version of michael would be rough during sex, with an s/o of any kind, but i think that old man michael would be so much rougher with someone young.

he just feels the need to destroy it. he sees your flawless skin, untainted by age, and all he wants to to bruise it, make you bleed, and honestly cum all over you. he wants to destroy you, completely and utterly, to the point where you’re a total mess. he loves it, and seeks it out every time he fucks you. if you wear makeup, just know you’ll be fucked so hard that it’ll be streaming down your face from tears by the time he’s through with you, or, in a matter of minutes. the same goes for when you suck him off, he will definitely grab your head and fuck your throat, so try to keep up because he will not stop unless you are physically thrashing to get away, but even that makes him even harder, so it really is best to just keep up with his pace.

michael also loves your energy, how you can go for hours just like he can, though never nearly as many. he loves how vibrant you are, how responsive and energetic you are, but only for one reason. he wants to physically fuck the energy out of you. he wants to dick you down so good that you can’t even come up with sarcastic retorts anymore, you can’t even fight back when he forces you down, you simply lay there and whine from overstimulation. literally, fucked dumb. and you cum what feels like hundreds of times, and this is what gets michael going, feeling like he’s won, defeated you. having made you cum so many times you don’t even have it in you to scream anymore, not like he doesn’t love them.

in fact, to michael, your screams are to die for. the way you cry out his name, the way you throw your head back. he’s obsessed. let’s be clear, michael fucks good, he’s big, and precise, so feeling him thrusting himself into your hot cunt with a force you’ve never felt before, you’re gonna be loud. plus the combined feeling of him beating against your cervix to hard you swear it could bruise. yeah, think again if you think you won’t be moaning left and right.

he fucks you like a ragdoll, he thinks you’re so tiny and cute, and even if you’re bigger, he manhandles you like you’d never believe anyone could, he just likes to show how much stronger he is than you. he pins you down, hitting your g-spot with every. single. thrust. it’s killing you, and you don’t bother to hide your pathetic sounds. ‘fuck daddy..’ ‘oh sir you’re so deep…’ ‘you’re so big, fuck you’re so big!’ and all sorts of things akin to those phrases were falling out of your mouth every second. it made him feel so much bigger than you, so much stronger than you, like you were his toy, his new shiny toy. he was obsessed. he loved your sounds but had to try something new. a new way to make you his, a new way to break his shiny little toy.

‘fuck! sir! just like that i’m gonna cum…’ he huffed before raising his hand, though, you were too focused on the heat between your legs to notice. you continue to write and mewl, until you feel a harsh SMACK, right against your cheek, flinging your head to the side, and forcing a yelp from you. he didn’t stop his thrusting into you, if anything he sped up. you however, looked back at him silently, your eyes wide and mouth open, for a moment, he wondered if he did the wrong thing.

‘again, sir, please smack me again.’ made him smirk though, and he leaned over, pressing one hand into your neck, and striking you again with the other. you bit your lip and sobbed lightly, you were being absolutely defiled, and you were both so close from just that act alone. ‘i’ve been bad,,,’ you pried, trying to get more from him. he leaned closer, forcing more pressure on your neck, ‘s-so…so bad, ah…’ you worked your way through the sentence.

he smacked you one last time, putting you in your place, right below him, never leaving. he pulled away from your neck when you stopped moaning loudly, it had worked, and you were now only a puddle below him. michael groaned above you, pulling your hips into his cock over and over, and over and over, you felt like it would never end, and with the headspace you were in, and the heat and friction in your cunt, you didn’t want it to.

though, you wanted to feel michael as much as you could, be as full of him as you possibly could. you panted, forcing out the last words you’d speak for hours ‘p-please sir, cum inside of me… please fill me.’

he continued to plow into you, his mouth hanging open and his eyes threatening to close. ‘please, daddy cum in me…?’ you needed this, you needed him to finish inside of you. he groaned, long and low, throwing his head back as his hips stilled. you felt every single drop of his cum filling you. it was the closest you’d ever reach to heaven, especially considering these actions.

this part of you was the part michael needed, the part he was addicted to. when you were forced into submission, when you acted like you lived to serve. when you whine like a dirty whore around his cock. he couldn’t live without it, and he would keep living forever if it meant he could feel it that long.

you’d black out as he pulled out of you, which is a shame, because you wouldn’t feel the way he cleaned you, and the way he held you, like his new, shiny, and favourite little toy.

I HOPE U LIKED IT!! i couldn’t ever live up to all ur expectations ur too good for that, BUT i hope you enjoyed either way, and TYSM FOR REQUESTING IT, i <3 graphic sex w michael so you have me the excuse :)

#michael myers #michael myers smut #michael myers x reader #michael myers x reader smut #halloween #slashers #slashers x reader smut

[pocket-void]

That’s a lotta Logans. o///o

Heya! So to celebrate Logan’s B-Day I thought it would be fun to draw a whole bunch of Logan interpretations/AUs from the community!!  I added two differently highlighted pics to hopefully make it easier to see everybody. >///<

As fun as it was, I did eventually have to make the executive decision to stop at a grand total of 20! (19 versions + OG Logan!) ^///^ But I’m gonna spend the rest of his birthday drawing a couple others as well, but that’ll have to wait till morning! o///o

I’m going to be tagging everyone in the image below alongside a numbered image if you wanna know who’s who!! I hope this was ok with everybody, and I just wanna say thank you! Y’all are all v v cool!! ;///; 

Happy birthday to our favorite nerd~ u///u

DATLEH AU - @fangirltothefullest - I picked the grown up version since Logan’s technically still a baby, but it’s a cool design and I really wanted to draw it!!

Magical Girl AU - @chronophobica - Hey it’s me again, drawing another magical girl design because they’re really neat?? Wish I could draw the outfit properly some other time. >///<

Church Stop AU - That’s mine, I’m planning on continuing the plot some time soon! But I kind of snuck him in there so the total was an even 20, pffft.

Logan Design - @caffeinated-cryptid - Your Logan design and your art in general is??? So Pretty??? ;///; Like fr the first time I saw it I was absolutely floored- The planets on the strings??? I love it sm, bless. ;///;

Logan Design - @thoriffix - Logan with braces and greying hair is so! Valid! What an absolute dad of a design, it’s great! o///o

Grand Guardians AU - @ss-grand-guardians - I still really like the designs in this AU and I haven’t forgotten. They’re really really cool!  ;///;

Art Collab AU - @skyscrapersanddandelions - Your AU was sent to me and it’s really cute!! I really liked it! I hope I drew him ok. o///o

Personality Switch AU - @sanderssidespersonalityswitchau - Someone actually asked me something about this one which I will get to. O///o But yeah! I actually really liked the feral science man with sharp teeth. u///u

Logan Design - @dizzeeart - Ok so like I do not do this one justice because the outfit he’s in is fabulous afbakfdmn. I hope I did alright!! (Might do it properly another time, we’ll see we’ll see o///o)

Logan Design - @hot-scientist - I really hope I did your design alright!! >///< Your designs, ocs, and art are v v cool and I just wanted to say that!!

Human AU - @romanapologist - Your comic is so neat!! ;///; Fr fr I love em all, but Logan’s an absolute darling! >///<

Anima Guides AU - @animalguides-au - Honestly I just had to draw Crowgan again lmaooo I love the bird that collects shiny spoons with all my heart, bless. Also your art is v cute!! u///u

Little Mindscape AU - @shortnfantastic - Ok whoever hasn’t seen Little Mindscape is honestly missing out so much because it’s genuinely such a cute, adorable, and fluffy comic and it makes me and I’m sure lots and lots of other people so happy. Thank you! ;///;

Tiny Cat Logan - @pattonwillliterallyfightyou​ - I know this is kind of a joke but can I just??? Say that your art??? Is so cute??? Like mate, the game you’re making already makes me endlessly happy and then???? Anyways my point is you’re cool. ;///;

Chibi Sides - @chibisidesm8​ - Aiden!! I just wanted to say that appreciate you sm. ;///; The speed at which you draw is genuinely astounding like, you make so much content- But I love seeing it!! They’re absolutely adorable!!

Puppet History AU - @ying-doodles​ - Admittedly I know nothing about puppet history but I can’t say no to the kind of chaotic puppet so- O///o I hope you like it!! ^///^

Logan Design - @mango-shpango​ - I just really adore your design for him. >///< The hair!! The freckles!! Also the outfits!! I dunno it’s just super neat and I appreciate it! o///o

Logan Design - @sashootkahoot​ - SASH ILY!! Also I adore our Logan because liking long hair solidarity LMAO- Also but really thank you and ily for giving me a few suggestions and I was v v happy drawing him! ^///^

Narda AU - @mr-scandalous​ - I know this AU is self indulgent or what not but I really liked it!! Honestly you do you Mi!! I hope I drew him ok and I wish you well!! ^///^

AND THAT’S ALL FOLKS!!

#Whew!! I did it!! #See you guys in the morning everybody!! ^///^ #love y'all! #mocks art #mockdoodles #sanders sides #sanders sides au #sanders sides doodles #logan sanders #ts logan

[theepisceswriter]

AOT characters with a black S/O (Zeke, Jean, Connie, Eren, Reiner)

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory 🙈

TW: none really besides mentions of food, African-American culture only for right now sorry my foreign babes 😕, not proofread

ZEKE

Someone throw this man a black girlfriend with a dark or regular academia aesthetic P L S because he would love you to the point where he’s obsessed and treat you so good.

Loves finding neutral shades of beige, white, or brown that compliment your skin color nicely while the two of you are out shopping. Will literally come running from across the other side of the store with a brown jacket in his hand like “Look babe, this would compliment the brown of your skin so nicely 🥺 we gotta get Instagram pictures of you in this.”

He also enjoys finding academia type hairstyles and trying to make them work with your natural hair or braids. At least once a week he sends you a hairstyle he found on Tumblr and helps you later that night to try and achieve a black version of it.

The two of you most definitely have viral pictures floating around on Twitter, Pinterest, and Instagram.

He’s so soft and patient when it comes yo your hair because he has a beard, so he knows what it feels like having to keep up with something that requires a lot of work. He’ll often come into the bathroom to do his beard and offer you an extra pair of hands when it’s your wash day. His favorite part is to help you twist your hair because he likes seeing the finished product when you take them out.

He also uses your hair conditioners and oils in his beard because they make him smell otherworldly and he likes smelling like you. And yes, he has requested for you to braid his beard once but never again because you both thought he looked too weird like that.

Grisha is the awkward white dad who tries too hard to accept you and says stuff like “Hey, like the new hairdo 😃👍🏾.” Whenever you come around. Bless his poor heart, at least he’s trying and you know he means well.

JEAN

Worships you and the ground you walk on like 24/7. He’s so in love with you and makes sure to let you know that on the daily multiple times. And he’s such an amazing lover and avoids doing cringey shit like calling you chocolate or Nubian queen goddess.

Hangs with your uncles and all the other black men in your family because he thinks he’s cool like that, but they don’t mind at all cause they love him.

His mom is the sweetest mother in law ever. She gets along so well with all the women in your family and they’re always swapping recipes with one another. One day time you and Jean pulled up for Christmas and she had a dish filled with collard greens on the table and they were good too.

He has two chains around his neck dedicated to you: one is your name and the other one is the date you two became official. You also wear his name around your neck and you have a ring with his initials on it.

Getting jewelry is something the two of you do together very often. Matter of fact, swap meets are his favorite place to go to in general and his mind was blown when you first took him to one.

Asks you to put his hair in French braids at least once a month because the process is so therapeutic for him. He loves laying his head on his lap and watching as you make his braids so neat and cute. But be careful though because he does like to “Can you braid my hair? 🥺” his way into some coochie.

Don’t brother teaching him how to braid because even if he does get the hang of it after a couple of sessions with you he’ll always request that you do his hair.

You two have random rap battles with each other alllll the time. It’s pretty split between who wins, but often you’ll call him out for trying to use lyrics from other artists.

CONNIE

Did y’all know me and Connie are blood cousins? Both his momma and daddy black and his full name on his birth certificate is Cornelius Demetrius Jones Springer, so take that as you will…

BUT REALLY, Connie fits right in with you and your culture that it’s nearly identical to dating someone the same race as you.

He has a fitted cap with your name sowed into it on the side with a cute heart right by it. It’s his go to hat and he points is out to everyone who doesn’t know about it.

Has most definitely dragged you along with him to go take one of those 2000’s-esque photoshoots with the airbrushed backgrounds. He even made the two of you dress alike and color coordinate because he’s extra like that and the photos are hanging all over your guy’s house. He carries around a mini version of his favorite picture in his wallet at all times.

You better not ever come around this man with messed up edges, visibly old braids, a too visible lace, etc because he will get on you bad and crack jokes about it the whole day because he’s a menace to society like that. No one besides him is allowed to do it though or he’ll get mad at them.

Do not ask this man to help you take down your braids unless you’re cutting them first because he will cut them crazy as hell and might even accidentally cut some of your real hair off too. He’s a master at dipping braids though, it’s something he takes pride in.

EREN

Literally a POWER COUPLE !

Eren will never have you out here looking wrong. The part on your lace is a little off? He’s telling your hairdresser to fix it! Thinks the hair you got looks too synthetic and shiny? He’s dropping big bucks to make sure you have some silky soft hair extensions.

Made you do him some baby hairs one day when he was wearing his signature ponytail as a joke, but now you’re obligated to slick up his edges for him at least once a week. He even has a silk scarf that he uses to tie them down with at night.

Is a master at finding filters on Instagram and Snapchat that don’t make your skin look Orange or pale so the two of you can have the cutest Instagram pictures together.

Walks around the house 24/7 singing 2000’s R&B songs at the top of his lungs because he’s a menace to society like that.

Supports all your financial needs when it comes to hair clothing or anything in general really. Need a new lace front? He’s wiring $700 to your account. Want a Teflar bag? He’s getting you one in every color. Some new shoes came out and you think they’re cute? He’s getting them for you !

REINER

Your aunties would L O V E a hardworking and burly man like Reiner.

He’s get so spoiled by them all the time whenever he comes around. Sometimes they pay attention to him more than they do you and best believe they slide him all the extra plates and desserts at barbecues. I just know he smacks down on a plate of soul food in like 5 minutes.

Speaking of soul food, you really lit up something in his Caucasian taste buds when you gave him a plate of soul food for the first time because now he’s OBSESSED. Every night he’s begging you to cook for him or asking you for the recipe so he can make it himself. His favorites are macaroni and cheese, fried chicken, and yams ☺️

Will bust a move on the dance floor if your family pressures him to get on it at events. He did a two-step with your aunt once at somebody’s wedding and nobody in your family has shut up about it since because they were surprised at how good he can dance. You were equally as surprised as them.

The best person to ask to help you with your hair because he’s so patient and will make sure that your parts are straight and perfect or use his hands to slick your ponytails up to the gods. He’ll do it exactly how you want it to look too and he makes sure it’s to your standard by checking in with you every now and then.

Encourages you to buy clips or little jewels whenever you take him to the beauty supply with you because he thinks you look so adorable when you wear them in your hair.

#I feel TERRIBLE rn because I’m sick BUT #I had thoughts and I had to write them down it was mandatory #zeke jaeger headcanons #zeke jaeger x reader #Zeke Jaeger x black reader #jean kirstein x reader #jean kirstein headcanons #jean kirstein x black reader #attack on titan x black reader #attack on titan x reader #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #connie springer x black reader #connie springer x reader #connie springer headcanons #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x black reader #eren jaeger headcanons #reiner braun headcanons #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun x black reader #anime x black reader

[polarisbibliotheque]

Polaris Bibliothéque Masterlist

Last Updated: March, 03, 2022

Hey, demons and humans, we have a Masterlist AT LAST! Here you can find all works I have already posted - if you can’t find something you swear you read, shoot me a DM and we’ll find it together.

Also, I don’t take requests, but feel free to suggest me some themes if you’d like to see here. I can’t promise I will do them, but it might go to my “list of ideas to write” ^^

Sorry for taking so long to update and put it in a place you can find it easily

Devil May Cry

Devil May Cry Normal Scenarios

Dante & Vergil taking care of their sick s/o

Dante & Vergil with their s/o falling asleep on their lap

Dante & Vergil with their s/o choking on bobba milk tea

Dante & Vergil falling asleep on their s/o lap

Dante & Vergil with an s/o suffering from being hit on without their consent

Dante & Vergil finally having a relaxing bathtub time with their s/o

Nero training Kyrie

Vergil training his s/o

Dante training his s/o

Dante & Vergil shamelessly flirting with their s/o (feat. Nero + Kyrie)

Dante & Vergil with an s/o who’s emotionally tired and needing support

Dante & Vergil with an s/o who internalizes their feelings like hell when they are going though rough times

Devil May Cry - Random Scenarios

The Truth is a Shard of Ice (Vergil x Reader)

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil doesn’t know if his demonic heritage allows him to actually feel love. You are scared of how much of yourself love would make you sacrifice - and if you’d be ready for it. Needless to say, you were quite a pair, talking it out on a rainy afternoon. The truth? A shard of ice.

A Sky-Blue Kind of Rain (Dante x Reader)

Pairing: Dante X Reader

Summary: Devils may cry more frequently than humans think.

What Do You Want For Christmas? | DMC Crew, Reader and X-mas Stuff

Pairings: None. Just good old found family time (one could argue there’s something platonic between Dante and Reader or Vergil and Reader. I’ll leave it to your interpretation)

Summary: Kyrie suggested a Christmas celebration with the crew and now Nero is bound to make it happen - he just didn’t think it would be that difficult to make everyone choose a few gifts.

The Fairy And The Demon, a Tale By Nero - Nero x Kyrie

Pairing: Nero x Kyrie

Summary: Kyrie is running errands and Nico is going crazy while in charge of the kids at the orphanage. When Nero arrives, she puts this task on his shoulders - and all he can think of is to entertain the children with a made up tale of fairies and demons. It turns out the so called “tale” is not that made up after all.

A Rose By Any Other Name - Vergil x Reader

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Under a shimmering moonlight on a secret garden, Vergil thinks if he could ever start again had he not his own name - a name that inspired such loathing. And under the moonlight, his s/o takes the time to remember him how adored he is while using the poetic words of Shakespeare.

Devil May Dance: Golden Dreams Were Shiny Days - Dante x Reader

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Dante thinks about his life with brand new company at the DMC, but the jukebox plays songs that are too good to be ignored

Devil May Halloween - Halloween Scenarios

Halloween Scenario - V Version (the one where you go full Phantom of the Opéra)

Pairing: V x Reader (+ Vergil x Reader. In this household, Vergil is V and he’s able to separate sometimes - there will be a fic with Vergil’s s/o meeting V for the first time)

Summary: Kyrie decided to take the kids from the Orphanage on a field trip to the Opéra during Halloween - with your and Nero’s help - but now, they don’t want to leave: they expect to meet the infamous Phantom of the Opéra. While you wait, though, another figure emerges from the darkness - someone you really weren’t expecting.

Halloween Scenario - Vergil Version (the one where he dresses full Dracula on a masquerade night at the Opéra)

Pairing: Vergil x Reader

Summary: Vergil wasn’t the easiest of people to convince to have fun - but a masquerade ball at the city’s Opéra during Halloween might change that. Even if demons decide to pay a visit.

Halloween Scenario - Dante Version (the one with two parts where Dante, his s/o and Patty get yeeted to another dimension by a demonic top hat. Don’t ask, just go with it)

Dante - Part 1

Dante - Part 2

Pairing: Dante x Reader

Summary: Patty never really had a full Halloween experience - so you decided to go trick or treating with her, costumes and all. What you didn’t plan, though, was that she’d find a funny top hat among Dante’s devil arms - and be swallowed by it right in front of you. It was up to you and Dante to bring her back now.

Halloween Scenario - Nero Version (the one where you, Nico and Kyrie dress up as the Sanderson Sisters and you dance the night away with Nero)

Pairings: Nero x Kyrie, as always. In this one, reader is Nero’s best friend (he calls her his sister)

Summary: The theme for this Halloween was Hocus Pocus, the movie you all watched as kids. All dressed up, Nero runs to the orphanage just in time to watch the Sanderson Sisters’ show.

Devil May Cry Incorrect Quotes

Vergil, the butter barbarian

Nero and y/n, bffs and partners in crime

How to summon Nero

Dante, Lady, Nero and the “you can’t eat a full cheeseburger in 4 bites” bet

DMC Crew and their least favourite animals (feat. Vergil going full Shakespeare on his s/o)

Devil May Cry Random Headcanons

Trish’s Eyes

Sparda Family and Foreign Languages

DMC OC Week

Day 1: Introduction

Summary: “After 10 years, Dante goes back to the city of Remény, a place where he left much more than dead demons and thankful humans. He’d finally meet her again.”

Day 2: Their connection to the cast/ship

Follow up of Day 1

Day 3: Past

Follow up of Day 1 and Day 2

Day 4: Likes/Dislikes

Day 5: Weapon | Abilities | Job | Hobbies

Day 6: Family/Background

Day 7: Free (Devil May Dance first iteration, pairing is Dante x OC)

Resident Evil

Resident Evil Random Headcanons

Carlos Oliveira’s Brazilian Mixtape: Resposta, by Skank

Original Stories (OCs and books I've been writing)

Platonic love between siblings/friends excerpts

#polaris writes #masterlist #polaris masterlist #bibliothéque catalogue

[thebonerpit]

cheerleader [FIC]

cheerleader

Rom Howney, 3896 words, [E], read on Ao3 here

A very seasonally appropriate fic in which Robert throws a Halloween party. Tom hates Halloween but decides to wear a costume he's wanted to try for years.

“I just don’t understand it.”

Tom frowns as he stares at the racks upon racks of zombies, clowns, vampires, and sexy nurses in front of him.

“I mean, to be fair, you don’t understand much of anything, do you mate?”

“Fuck off,” Tom says, whacking Harrison on the arm. “But seriously! Why do Americans go so absolutely mental for this stupid holiday?”

“Again, having trouble with the fact that you, an actor, who plays dress-up FOR A LIVING, doesn’t understand this. It’s not like this is any weirder than a fancy dress party. Plus, you get candy!”

Ok, he does have a point there.

Tom lets out a deep sigh. He wouldn’t even be bothering with all this if it weren’t for Robert. An invitation appeared in his inbox last week for a Halloween party, and when you’re invited to a Halloween party at Robert Downey Jr.’s house, you don’t turn it down. Even if Halloween is incredibly stupid. He shuffles along through the rows of costumes, rolling his eyes at werewolf masks and inflatable dinosaurs.

“This is ridiculous,” he mutters. Harrison groans, his hands already full of the various parts of a Mad Hatter costume.

“Just pick something, who cares?!”

“There’s too many options!”

“Ok, look. Halloween is the chance to dress any way you want to and have no one judge you for it. Just think about that. What have you always wanted to be?”

Tom immediately knows what the answer is, but instead of replying he just huffs and turns down another aisle that’s covered in fairy wings and glitter. He can’t possibly do it. Especially not for this party. For Robert’s party. It would be… inappropriate. He rounds the corner again and is faced with a shockingly huge assortment of superhero costumes. A foam version of Thor’s hammer sits on the shelf to his right, and he smirks as he picks it up and gives it a good twirl.

“In your face, Hemsworth,” he mutters quietly.

There’s a whole row of different Spider-Man costumes which makes him smile, especially when he sees a flimsy synthetic fabric version of the Iron Spider suit. And right next to that – a placement that thrills him even more than the suit alone - are the Iron Man costumes. Plastic faceplates, arc reactor gloves with LED lights, fabric onesies with fake, puffy muscles sewn in… it’s all there. Tom runs a finger along the edge of the faceplate before snatching his hand away like he’s been burned.

It’s all he can think about, even as they leave the store after Harrison buys his costume and Tom walks out empty-handed. He thinks about it on the ride home and through dinner until he finally makes excuses and runs off to hide in his room, laptop in hand, and puts on Iron Man 2. It doesn’t take long to get to the scene he wants. Tony Stark, diving through fireworks, landing on a flashy stage, surrounded by his Ironettes. Tom bites his lip as he stares intently at the bright red booty shorts, the long gloves, the crop tops… maybe, if he altered it just a bit, if he wore the mask… He can already feel his face heating up at the prospect of walking into Robert’s house dressed like that. Would he laugh? Would he be weirded out? Or… would he like it? Tom pushes the laptop off to the side and lets the movie play as he touches himself, coming to the sound of Robert’s voice in his headphones.

* * * * *

Tom is going to throw up. It’s inevitable, at this point. He’s in the back of a car squished between Harry and Harrison and he’s going to throw up. His stomach is in knots and he can’t remember ever being this nervous in his life. He’s used to the fluttering before a big stage performance or audition, but those nerves are more like excitement. This is sheer terror and he is going to THROW UP.

“Can you calm down? Jesus, you’re going to ruin my costume if you don’t stop squirming!” Harrison jabs a sharp elbow into his side and Tom jerks away into Harry who pushes him back.

“I just… I need some air.”

“The windows are all open! Take the mask off!”

That is the absolute last thing he wants to do. He was only able to leave the house in this costume with the mask securely over his face and he doesn’t know if he’ll ever be able to take it off. He must be red as a tomato.

“Look, we’re here!” Harry crows. The car finally comes to a stop and they all pile out. Tom wants to collapse on the soft grass but he’s pulled along by four strong hands.

“Maybe I should… Look, I’ll just wait out here for a bit, ok? I just need—”

“Nope, absolutely not. Look mate, we already told you, he’s going to love it. Maybe not in the way you want him to-“ Tom punches Harry in the arm for that “-BUT, regardless, he’ll love it. You look great. And this is coming from someone who never turns down an opportunity to tell you you’re an ugly twat.”

“That was… almost sweet,” Tom says, and then yelps as they both drag him inside.

The party is in full swing and is absolutely packed with people. Small groups are standing around chatting, all in costume, and a live band is playing in the huge backyard to a crowded dancefloor. Tom recognizes only a few people – it’s hard to miss Scarlett even when she’s dressed like Morticia Addams – but that doesn’t bother him. Normally he loves mingling and meeting new people, and even dressed as he is it’s still exciting. It’s even easier after he quickly downs a few strong drinks, careful to only pull up the mask as far as it needs to go. The urge to vomit has pretty much dissipated and he’s actually beginning to enjoy himself, twirling around the dancefloor like a maniac until he’s slightly sweaty and out of breath.

“Water break!” he yells to Harry and squeezes through the crowd of people to get some air and hydrate. He finds a relatively quiet corner where he can chug half a water bottle in peace and is enjoying the cool air on his skin when someone taps him on the shoulder. He startles and nearly drops the bottle but manages to save it before turning around.

“Nice catch.”

Oh fuck. It’s him. It’s Robert. He hasn’t seen him the whole evening and assumed he was off being a good host so the whole thing almost slipped his mind, but now it’s all rushing back and he has to grip on to the fence post beside him to steady himself.

“Love the costume. Not exactly how I remember the Ironettes looking but I gotta say, this might be an improvement.”

Tom nearly chokes. He decided he couldn’t pull off the real Ironette costume as the distinct lack of breasts made it look a little awkward. So, he improvised. The shiny red and gold booty shorts stayed, of course. They made his ass look incredible. He bought the long red and gold arc reactor gloves and the plastic faceplate from the Halloween store, and instead of heeled boots he found a pair of gold high-tops and knee-high red socks. The shirt was the most difficult part, though. He went through a few variations before settling on something cute and comfortable: a red, cropped tank top. It was a bit loose and thin, so it flowed around his chest nicely and was short enough to show off his abs and his tiny waist. He also managed to find an LED necklace to serve as his arc reactor. It glowed a soft blue through the thin fabric of the shirt. Overall, he’s incredibly proud of what he came up with. Especially for someone who hates Halloween.

And now, with the way Robert is staring at him, he’s VERY happy he was brave enough to wear it.

“Is there someone under that gorgeous mask? Or are you too shy to say hello?”

Tom steels himself, takes a deep breath, and pulls the mask off.

Robert’s face goes through a myriad of emotions almost all at once. Shock, delight, amusement, and what is unmistakably arousal.

“Well. Tom Holland. As I live and breathe.” His voice is lower than before, more intimate, and when he takes a step forward Tom swears he feels the temperature go up by at least two degrees. He also notices that Robert is wearing eyeliner. The black kohl makes his eyes look even more gorgeous, and then there’s the red glitter dusted across his cheeks and around his hairline that is giving him an almost eerie glow.

“What are you supposed to be, then?” Tom asks. Robert smirks and points to the two small horns sticking out from his hair.

“The Devil, of course.”

“Of course,” Tom repeats weakly. It was barely a costume, the deep maroon suit looking more like red carpet attire than anything else, but fuck it looked incredible on him.

“I am the purveyor of sin on this fine evening,” he says, gesturing to the party, “so I thought I’d play the part. But you… you look far more sinful than me.”

Tom squeaks as Robert steps even closer and taps at the arc reactor on his chest.

“Cute,” he murmurs.

“Just… just wanted to show you how much of a fan I am… Mr. Stark.”

Robert’s eyes snap up to Tom’s and he doesn’t think he’s ever been looked at so intensely in his entire life.

“Is that so… Mr. Parker?”

Tom whines, loud enough for Robert to hear it. His hand travels down Tom’s body to squeeze at the bare skin of his waist.

“I think—”

“Robert!!”

They both jerk back as if they’re waking up from a trance. Someone is yelling for Robert and waving him inside, and he acknowledges them with a quick gesture. Turning back to Tom, he licks his lips and leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I think we’ll have to continue this later. Don’t leave without saying goodnight. Alright?”

“Yeah. Yes. O-ok. See you later,” Tom stutters, and when Robert disappears inside he chugs the rest of the water bottle and collapses back against the fence to catch his breath.

* * * * *

All the telltale signs of a party winding down are there. Most people have left, the band has stopped playing leaving only some low background music emanating from the speakers around the house, and the guests that remain are splayed out on various couches and chairs, half their costumes missing and happily drunk. The kitchen is a disaster and Tom feels bad adding more bottles to the mess, but he’s on a mission and can’t stop to tidy. After his run-in with Robert he only saw him briefly a few more times, mostly through a massive crowd, but he didn’t forget his words from earlier.

Don’t leave without saying goodnight.

Harrison and Harry have already gone home. They tried to get him to come with but Tom pretended to be enthralled in a conversation and told them he’d catch up in a bit. Now he’s wandering the massive house, peeking into various rooms as he looks for Robert. He gave up on wearing the mask after they met in the yard so it’s pushed up on his head like some sort of strange visor, his curls a sweaty mess beneath it. The second floor is quiet and empty; no one really came up here during the party anyway so it’s also much cleaner. A set of closed double doors is in front of him, and it’s the only place he hasn’t looked, so…

Tom slowly opens one door and pokes his head inside. Robert is lounging on a massive bed, scrolling on an iPad, glasses perched on his nose. He’s still got the horns on his head, and when he glances up over the rim of his glasses to smirk at Tom, he really does look positively devilish.

“Found you,” Tom says, trying to appear completely casual when his heart feels like it’s about to explode from under his ribcage.

“So you did. Come in. Close the door.”

Robert makes no effort to move so Tom slowly walks over to the bed, suddenly very conscious of how tight his shorts are as Robert unabashedly roams over his body with hungry eyes. He stops at the edge and toes at the plush carpet with one foot.

“Have you been drinking?”

Tom nods.

“How much?”

“Not that much,” Tom replies, understanding what Robert is trying to ask. “But maybe just enough to give me some liquid courage.”

Robert raises an eyebrow but waits patiently for Tom to make the first move, only shifting slightly to drop the iPad and his glasses on the nightstand. Guess it’s now or never.

He kneels on the edge of the bed with one leg first, testing the waters. Robert stays perfectly still. A deep inhale to steady himself and then Tom goes for it, pushing up on the bed and straddling Robert’s lap. He hesitates for only a moment before settling right on the seam of those expensive maroon trousers.

A pleased hum rumbles out of Robert’s chest as he runs two smooth, warm hands up Tom’s spread thighs to his waist.

“My own personal cheerleader, hm? I always knew you looked up to me but I never expected this… Pete.”

He catches Tom’s eye and gives him a brief wink. Tom’s heart speeds up even more as excitement bubbles in his stomach. Playing. Robert is playing with him. He was desperately hoping he wouldn’t drop this, leave it as the brief tease it was back in the yard. Acting with Robert is one of his favourite things in the entire world, and being able to do it like this? God, for the first time he’s actually happy that Tony Stark is dead because he’s never going to be able to act across from him again without thinking of this moment.

Robert nuzzles into his neck and starts leaving wet, sucking kisses all along the line of his throat. Tom shivers at the sensation and then starts to giggle when the tickle of Robert’s beard is too much against his sensitive skin. Robert laughs into his neck and nips playfully.

“You’re so darn cute,” he whispers. Robert has always been free with his compliments, telling Tom he’s handsome or pretty or talented, but somehow it just hits different when his hands are also squeezing Tom’s ass.

“Want to touch you, Mr. Stark,” Tom murmurs into his ear, easily switching his accent to sound even more like Peter. He feels Robert shudder underneath him and can’t help the pleased smirk that crosses his face.

“Yeah?” Robert says, grasping his chin gently so he can look into his eyes. “Do you even know what you’re doing, sweetheart?”

Tom absolutely knows what he’s doing, but Peter…

“I… uh… I was hoping you could teach me. I’m a really quick learner, sir,” he says softly.

“Jesus fucking christ,” Robert mutters, breaking character for a moment. He collects himself quickly though, shifting Tom in his lap just enough so he can undo his trousers and pull himself out. Tom’s mouth literally waters at the sight of Robert’s dick and he uses every ounce of willpower not to just pounce on him immediately.

“Want to feel your mouth, Pete,” Robert says, rubbing a thumb along Tom’s lower lip. “You can go slow. Use your tongue.”

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” Tom replies, trying not to sound too eager. He shuffles down a little and purposely sticks his ass up in the air. The red and gold shimmer on the shorts catches the dim light and he gives his hips a quick wiggle when he sees Robert staring.

“Maybe I should’ve reworked the design on your suit, hm? You like wearing little shorts like this?”

Tom nods and presses his face into the curls at the base of Robert’s dick, inhaling the scent of him. He feels the thick cock jerk against his cheek and angles his head to lick up the whole length of it, swirling his tongue at the tip. The bitter taste of precome blooms in his mouth and he moans, forgetting himself for a moment as he starts to give a much more experienced blowjob than what Peter would be capable of. Robert knocks the mask off Tom’s head so he can tighten his hand in his messy curls.

“Jesus,” Robert groans, “you’re good at this, kid.”

“Mmm, just want to make you feel good, sir,” Tom hums. He manages to remove one of the arc reactor gloves so he can grip Robert’s cock while he uses his mouth everywhere he can reach.

“Well, you’re doing a—fuck, god—a damn fine job.”

Tom thinks he could stay here forever, on his knees, mouth stretched almost painfully around Robert’s cock. He explores up his chest with his other hand, rubbing at one nipple with his thumb which makes Robert jerk underneath him.

“Keep doing that,” Robert spits out as he pushes Tom’s head down even further. He gags a bit but the incredible sensation of being stuffed and used overrides everything else and he takes every inch Robert gives him while tugging and pinching at his apparently very sensitive nipples. He drifts for a bit, so content and fuzzy, and only comes back when Robert pulls him off and throws him down on the bed.

“Pull up that shirt for me, sweetheart. Gonna paint your pretty chest with my come.”

“Oh my god, fuck, yes, please, please, want it,” Tom moans, shoving the fabric out of the way as Robert jerks himself off quickly above him. He can’t decide whether to watch his dick or his face when he finally comes, thick and white all over his chest and the arc reactor necklace. Robert’s slightly red in the face and gasping for breath as he steadies himself with a hand beside Tom’s head. Tom leans to the side to kiss at his knuckles and then dares to run his fingers through the come on the necklace and bring it to his mouth to taste.

“You’re going to give an old man a heart attack,” Robert says. His pupils are all blown out as he watches Tom hollow his cheeks as he sucks. Tom understands the feeling. He’s so hard in his shorts that it’s painful.

“Please,” he whispers, biting his lip, “will you touch me, Mr. Stark?”

“It would be a pleasure, Mr. Parker,” he replies. He palms him over the shorts which makes Tom buck into his hand. “As much as I love these… they have to go.”

The shorts are so tight that they both struggle to pull them down but finally they’re tossed off to a distant corner of the bedroom and Tom hisses as Robert immediately get his mouth on his cock. It feels absolutely heavenly, especially after being trapped in the confines of that uncomfortable fabric for so long. Robert takes his time, licks and sucks everywhere he can, all the way down to that sensitive spot right behind his balls. Tom whimpers as his tongue gets so fucking close to his hole but then pulls away.

“Want to use my fingers… s’that ok?”

“Y-yeah, please, yes!”

Robert grabs some lube from the nightstand and even warms it first before sliding one thick finger over Tom’s hole, pressing just the tip inside. Aside from the thrill of having Robert’s finger inside of him, the most incredible part is that he doesn’t stop sucking him off. The level of coordination is astounding and Tom would have complimented him on it if he was able to speak beyond moans and pleas for more. A second finger quickly joins the first and Tom’s body accepts it without hesitation.

“Good boy,” Robert murmurs in between gentle licks, “look at you, hm? So pretty and pink.”

Robert shifts him down a bit more which makes his legs fall open even wider. He feels so exposed and whines a little, trying to draw his knees close without squeezing Robert too much.

“Aw, don’t be shy sweetheart, you’re gorgeous,” Robert says. “You can put your legs up on me if that helps, ok?”

He hears the rubber of his high-tops squeak against Robert’s skin and somehow the sound is more obscene than anything else. He tries not to thump his heels too hard but fuck, Robert is doing something with his tongue that should be illegal and Tom can’t stop squirming. A low chuckle reverberates against his stomach as Robert pulls off briefly, his fingers still working in slow, gentle pushes.

“Aren’t you sensitive, hm?”

“P-please, Ro—Mr. Stark, please, need to come,” Tom begs, accent slipping slightly as he tries to shove himself down even deeper on Robert’s thick fingers. He’s held in place by the firm grip of Robert’s other hand on his waist and he whines petulantly.

“Anything for my favourite little spider,” Robert coos. He crooks his fingers and Tom arches up off the bed like he’s been shocked. He feels like he’s been on the edge since they first met in the yard and now Robert’s fingers are pressing right on his prostate and his hot mouth is back on his dick and he doesn’t think he could possibly hold off any longer if he tried.

“Gonna… gonna…” Tom’s whole body is taut, like a wire ready to snap, and when Robert takes him all the way down his throat he comes with a ragged gasp. Distantly he thinks he should be considerate and pull out but it’s like his body isn’t under his control anymore, and even though he hears wet choking noises it seems like Robert is just fine with him coming in his mouth. His fingers have stopped moving and he lets Tom clench around them for a few moments before gently sliding them out. Tom whines at the loss even though he’s so oversensitive right now he couldn’t possibly take anymore.

After taking a minute to catch his breath and regain any semblance of normal brain function, he finally looks down. Robert’s eyeliner is smudged and Tom feels a bizarre sense of pride about it. He can’t stop running his fingers through his salt and pepper hair which is also a complete mess.

“Just FYI,” Robert finally says, his voice a little raspy, “you’re going to be finding red glitter in every nook and cranny for about three years after this.” He punctuates that sentence by rubbing his cheek against Tom’s thigh, grinning as he does it.

“You’re a dick,” Tom says fondly, giggling even more as Robert continues to just rub his face all over his body. “But can’t say I’m gonna care that much if I’m being reminded about this.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Well,” Robert says, that absolutely devilish grin returning, “I can give you more than just glitter for that.” Tom squeals as he starts sucking a deep bruise into the inside of one thigh, teeth marks and all, that Tom presses on every time he sees it for the next week.

#tbpwrites #rom howney #marvel rpf #nff #please do not expect this kind of consistency from me normally lol #usually it takes months in between fics! #but the fandom has been so lovely and active lately that it's inspired me #maybe i'll write some actual starker at some point and not just rpf

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demonkodomo replied to your post “Graphic design is NOT my passion and all I have is...”B2?

Here you are! This is one of my favorite versions of Bunny to think about hehe...(ahem, I might or might not have an unrelated longfic idea if anyone wants to hear about it~)

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B2 - Professor Chaos/Princess Kenny

Princess Kenny slowly circled the kneeling young man in front of her, taking in his appearance with a critical eye. His clothing was unlike anything she'd ever seen before, though the shiny silver armor protecting his vital organs reminded her of a knight's armor. The stranger's blue eyes followed her path, his head twisting to keep her in his gaze even as she circled around his back. It had taken dozens of her loyal soldiers to subdue him, and several more mages to weaken the lightning storm that he wielded in the palm of his hand. Even know, shackled and rendered immobile, she could feel the electricity in the air. It crackled as she came back to face him directly, making her shiver despite her best efforts to look unaffected.

"You certainly caused quite a show out there, handsome." She said, tucking a loose strand of hair from her face. Her fingertips tingled from the light shock caused by that brief friction, and she smiled sweetly to hide her surprise. "I can tell you're quite powerful. Tell me, who do you work for?"

"No one in particular." He said, his eyes steady on hers as he spoke. His voice was uneven, though from worry or as a side effect from all the spells used against him, she couldn't say. His fingers flexed against his bonds, but Kenny had made sure not to underestimate his powers and used chains that were enchanted to make sure escape was impossible. "I just like to cause a little chaos once in a while, that's all."

"Oh, it was more than a little I'd say." Kenny said, leaning down to tap a long nail against his chest. The metal made a low clinking sound, suggesting that it was heavy and guarded him well. No wonder it had taken so many people to take him down. "You caused a lot of damage to that village you attacked. It will take several weeks to repair, and our grand wizard hasn't quite yet found a way to get the weather back to normal. Your doing, I assume?"

He grinned, the touch of smugness in his expression sending a shiver down her spine. "Maybe. My... abilities are pretty volatile. That crummy village might never see the sun again."

She frowned, genuine frustration drawing her eyebrows together. "I'm sure you're well aware that we can't have that. Forty percent of the kingdom's food comes directly from that area. Those crops won't survive without sufficient sunlight."

"Well that's a shame." He said, flexing his fingers again. Straining against his bonds, looking for any weaknesses he could exploit. Clever boy.

"I see persuasion won't help here." She trailed her finger up over the metal and past the fabric of his shirt, over the soft, tender skin of his throat until it rested just underneath his chin. She tilted his head up, her violet eyes blazing as she demanded, "So let's make a deal. Tell me what you want."

"O-Out of these bonds, for one." He said, swallowing hard under her heavy gaze. His cheeks flushed pink, and Kenny took pride in the fact that no matter how villainous he appeared, he was still just a boy like any other. "And... and power. Lots of it."

"The first won't happen until I'm sure you're no longer a threat." She murmured, stroking her thumb just below his lower lip. "And I believe the second request will have to be conditional."

"Wh-What's the condition?" He asked, his adam's apple bobbing as he watched her smile spread like honey over her cheeks, slow and thick.

"You work for me, of course." She said, taking a step back to cross her arms over her chest. "I won't have you falling into the hands of someone else. You'll have the power of a kingdom behind you, if you swear fealty to me."

She could see the gears turning in his head as he considered her offer. "It's impossible to truly have the power of chaos at your beck and call, your highness."

Kenny let her smile twist into something more devious. "Really now? You seem to wield it just fine, considering you named yourself after it."

"True, true..." He stared down at the bonds around his wrists and let out a deep sigh. "Fine. I'll fix the village if it'll get me out of these things. I think I can work with you just fine."

She wagged finger in his face. "Ah, ah, you're trying to change the agreement there. We aren't partners here Professor Chaos, you'll work for me." 

"You caught me." He laughed, a soft thing that contradicted the sharp gleam in his eye. "Okay, I'll let you use me for now. I don't think I'll mind so much, as long as I get to cut loose once in a while."

"You will have plenty of opportunities for that, I assure you." She said, grabbing him by the wrists to pull him up to his feet. She grinned at the startled expression on his face, knowing that he hadn't been expecting such strength from her delicate frame. "Now, shall we seal the deal with a kiss?"

Chaos blushed bright red, looking almost innocent as he blinked down at her. "U-Um, okay? If that's h-how you usually do these things."

"It's not." She admitted, then titled her head up to capture his lips with her own. She smiled into the kiss as she felt him react exactly as she wanted him to, and let herself indulge in the moment by deepening it. When she pulled away, her breath was harsher than it had been a moment ago, and she tugged at his restraints, making them disappear with her magic. "Now, there's a neighboring kingdom that needs to be taught a lesson..."

#south park #sp bunny #Butters Stotch #kenny mccormick #bunny sp #my fics #south park fic #answered #this was sooooo much fun!!

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Sweethearts

Troy Bolton x Reader

Words: 4327

Summary: Following the efforts of a smaller, eviler version of Sharpay, the reader doubts her abilities and her relationship. Troy must restore her faith in herself in time for the perfect Valentine’s day dance. 

Notes: Can I Have This Dance is literally my favorite scene from the whole series so I had to use it for this. Highly recommend listening to it before reading to get the feel.  Let me know what you think! I’m so sorry it's so long, but I really loved getting into the romance. I’m pretty proud of this one, so just a little extra love would be very appreciated.  (There’s also a 17 Again reference in here, if you catch it) Also, I couldn’t decide which gif I liked more, so I had to use both!

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You couldn’t help the slight squeak of fear in your voice as the group of girls walked towards you. 

“Hi Sharpay.” You greeted anxiously. She flipped her impossibly shiny blonde hair over her shoulder. She really was terrifying when she wanted to be. 

“I heard that you might be signing up to perform in the Sweetheart’s Showcase.” She raised an accusing brow. 

“Oh, um, yeah.” You stammered. “I was thinking about doing a duet with-”

“Blah blah blah, I know that. What are you wearing?” Her glare intensified, as did your confusion.”

“I-I don’t-” “Just make sure it isn’t pink, okay?” Sharpay ordered and her little pack nodded in agreement. “Pink is my color.”

“O-okay.” Was all you managed to say. She and her posse strutted off, but Madison gave you a lingering stare. You gulped. Sharpay may be the leader, but Madison was the shark of the group. Once she smelled blood, she would not be stopped. And ever since you’d started dating the basketball captain…

“Guess who?” A pair of hands covered your eyes. Maybe it was from his time spent on the roof, but Troy always smelled like fresh summer air. 

“Hmmm… Mrs. Darbus?” You giggled. Troy’s arms wrapped around your middle and lifted you off the ground, making you laugh more. He swung you around before setting you back and spinning you so you were facing him. 

“Ha ha.” He snarked, eyes sparkling in a particularly suspicious way. “What did ‘Her Majesty’ want?” You shrugged.

“She told me I couldn’t wear pink for the show case because it’s ‘her color’.” You laughed. “I wouldn’t dare try to outshine the Princess of Pink.”

“Yeah… about the showcase…” Troy looked at the floor. You felt your heart drop a little.

“You want to back out, don’t you?” You sighed sadly. “I mean, I get it. Performing in front of everybody freaks me out too-”

“Woah woah woah.” Troy laughed, that sparkle shining brighter. “I was just hoping that you would wear this.” He dangled a chain in front of you. The necklace was a stunning heart-shaped charm made with little red gems.

“Troy.” You gasped, a smile stretching from ear to ear. “It’s beautiful.” 

“I figured you’d be stressed out over the showcase and the paper so I thought you’d like a little early Valentine.” He shrugged and you pressed a sweet kiss to his cheek before turning around so he could put it on you. His fingers grazed your skin as he draped the chain around your neck.

“I wish I had something for you.” You whined, draping your arms around his neck as his arms fell to your waist. 

“Just promise me a Valentine’s Day kiss and that is all I need.” He grinned and pulled you closer for a kiss. 

It was quite a shock to the status quo when you and Troy started dating. The shy editor of the school newspaper and the star player of the basketball team made an interesting pair. But when Mrs. Darbus paired the two of you together to paint set in detention, something just… happened. You opened up around Troy more than you could with anyone. You helped him realize that there was more to him than basketball when you got him to sing with you at your vocal recital last year. Somehow the two of you just worked. 

“I hate to interrupt,” Taylor scoffed. “But the yearbook won’t edit itself.” You gave your best friend a look and Taylor smirked. 

“Sorry Troy.” Gabriella laughed, grabbing your hand and dragging you down the hall. “We’ll see you at lunch!” The three of you rushed down the hall and Troy went to go find Chad.

“Ugh, he is so dreamy.” Libby, one of Sharpay’s sophomore groupies, sighed. Madison made a sound of disgust. 

“And yet somehow he got stuck with that.” She watched you vanish into the journalism classroom and closed her locker. “Shouldn’t the Crowned Prince of East High be with someone a little more, I don’t know, worthy of his attention?” 

“Who, like Sharpay?” Libby asked, applying another coat of lip gloss. Madison smirked. 

“Yeah.” She turned her head to the jersey-clad boy retreating down the hall. “Like Sharpay.”

-

“So can I have this dance?”

“Can I have this dance?”

Your eyes were locked together as the room erupted with applause. You were in Troy’s arms before you had the chance to move. 

“You guys, that was amazing!” Gabriella squealed with excitement. 

“I couldn’t imagine anyone better to sing it.” Kelsi smiled, tucking the music into her folder. Even Taylor was impressed.

“I still think you two should give it a shot.” Troy nodded towards Taylor and Chad. You laughed into his shoulder as excuses tumbled out of their mouths. 

“Let’s go, I think my mom is making some nachos.” You laced your fingers through his and told everyone you’d see them tomorrow. After practice rehearsals were exhausting for Troy, but he knew how happy it made you. Besides singing with you was the perfect way to relax after a long day of practice of running and shooting hoops. Plus, your mom made killer nachos. 

His truck sputtered to a start and he winced. You giggled and earned a playful glare. At least it started this time. Sometimes, the two of you were stranded in the school parking lot until Troy could get his truck to start. You never minded. With minimal bumps and jolts, Troy was able to get to your house. 

“I think the song is really coming together.” You said as the two of you made your way to the front door. “Ryan said he’d love to choreograph something for us.” 

“How sweet.” Your door opened and Madison gave you a seemingly innocent smile. You stopped so suddenly Troy almost walked right into you. 

“Maddie.” You tried to seem pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Didn’t your mom tell you?” She laughed and pulled you inside- rather forcefully you might add. “My mom and her are in the same book club! She invited us to join you guys for dinner.” She looked over your shoulder and a little menacing glint appeared in her eyes. “Oh, hi Troy.”

“Hey.” He greeted uncomfortably, following you inside. 

“I hope you don’t mind the extra company tonight.” Your mother beamed. “Julie was saying how excited Madison has been to work with you two for the musical and I thought it’d be fun for you kids to get to know each other.”

“That sounds great, Mr.s Y/L/N.” Troy put on that charming smile of his and pulled your chair out for you. Madison stood for a moment, as if she was expecting him to do the same for her. Being a gentleman, he moved her chair back before taking a seat. 

“So you guys were talking about your number for the Sweetheart’s Showcase?” Maddie asked, eyeing Troy in a less than subtle way. He glanced at you with the same slightly scared look he had when he had to sing with Sharpay at the resort. 

“Uh, yeah. Ryan said he had some choreography in mind.” Even after over a year of dating, sometimes the way he looked at you still gave you butterflies. “I mean, I think just singing would be fine-”

“You guys have to dance.” Maddie blurted. She flipped her hair over her shoulder- just like Sharpay, but like, pettier. “What I mean is, it would be so romantic, don’t you think?” 

“I agree.” Your mom said excitedly. You shot a look. 

“I’m sure what Ryan has planned will be great.” You concluded, hoping to drop the subject. You didn’t really want to discuss your super romantic duet in front of Madison. 

Dinner passed painfully. The only thing keeping you from screaming out in frustration was Troy’s silly antics. From funny faces to pretending his chips were fighter planes, he distracted you from Madison’s subtly back-handed comments. The adults mistook them for compliments, but you knew exactly what she meant. 

“Wow, I am totally beat.” Maddie exclaimed just as the parents started to go out to the porch, like adults do. 

“Oh, I guess we’ll call it a night.” Her mom frowned. 

“You stay and have fun, mom.” She smiled sweetly. “Troy can give me a ride. Right, Troy?”

“Um,”

“Great!” She practically skipped  to the front door. 

“You really are too good to be true, Mr. Bolton.” Her mother gushed before stepping out onto the back porch with your parents. 

“I’ll walk you out.” You said, not really sure if you were irritated, confused, or a little impressed. 

“You’re coming to the game tomorrow night, right?” Troy asked as you made your way down the front steps. Madison was already in the front seat, checking her reflection in the mirror. You shrugged. 

“Actually I was thinking about catching a movie.” His shoulders sagged with disappointment. You shook your head. “Of course I’ll be there!” You exclaimed with a laugh. Troy put his hands on your cheeks and leaned in for a goodnight kiss. 

“Oh Troy!” Madison called from the truck and the two of you pulled a part. “I should be getting home. I’m totally-” She yawned dramatically, “exhausted.” Troy sighed, settling for a light kiss on your cheek. “Goodnight.”

“Night.” He reluctantly ran to his truck and you went back inside. Before the door closed, you couldn’t help but smirk as you listened to the sputtering sound of his truck refusing to start.

-

The sound of the crowd was a driving force on it’s own. Troy raced across the court, keeping his eyes locked on his teammate. Chad passed him the ball and he made the shot, that satisfying swish of the net drowned out by the cheers. After a tiring week of practice and rehearsals, his body was pumping with adrenaline. 

“Go Troy!” He picked your voice out over the chorus of cheers. He found you at the edge of the bleachers towards the top and flashed you a smile before taking off again. Gabriella helped you hold up your #14 sign and Kelsi came back from concessions with the popcorn. You and Kelsi weren’t usually ones for sports, but ever since you’d started coming to games you’ve all had a blast. The buzzer sounded. 

“That ends the third quarter here at Wildcat Stadium,” The announcer’s voice boomed. “Hornets 40, Wildcats 58.” 

The fans hollered and you caught Troy’s eye again, giving him a grin that lit up the gym. He pressed his lips to his fingers and pretended to toss the air-kiss like a basketball. You pretended to catch it, accidentally stepping in the strap of the purse behind you.

There was a wave of gasps from the crowd and both teams stopped to see what the commotion was. Troy looked up to see a horrified Gabriella and an empty space where you had been standing. 

“Y/N!” He yelled, running across the court to where a group of people had gathered, including the school nurse. 

“Give her some space! Back up!”

“Let me through! That’s my girlfriend!” Troy pushed his way to the font. You were on the floor, but you were sitting up, trying to catch your breath. 

“Is she okay?” Gabriella yelled down at him. Behind her, Maddison tossed her purse over her shoulder and vanished into the crowd. 

“I think I'm okay,” You groaned. “Just got the wind knocked out of me.” You tried to stand, but cried out when a sharp pain shot up your let.” 

“Take it easy,” Troy soothed, kneeling at your side. 

“Where does it hurt?” The nurse asked. 

“My ankle.” You moved your leg so she could examine it. 

“Looks like it might be sprained.” She sighed. “Let’s get you to my office and take a closer look, okay?” 

Troy put your arm over his shoulder and helped you stand. The nurse took your other arm and gave Troy a reassuring smile. 

“I can take it from here. You go win this game, Mr. Bolton.” 

“But-”

“I’ll be fine, Troy.” You kissed his cheek. ���Go get em Wildcat.” The nurse helped you limp out of the gym and Gabriella and Kelso followed close behind. 

Sharpay watched the whole scene from the very top of the stands, eyes narrowed with suspicion. She had seen Maddison pull her bag away just when Y/N fell and it definitely was not a coincidence. The little pirana was playing a dangerous game and Sharpay was not about to let her win. 

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The show case was just a night away and your ankle still ached whenever you stepped on it, even after a week. You tried not to let it show when Ryan was teaching you the steps, but they hardly let you practice at all. Taylor was furious you were still going through with it. Mrs. Darbus was at least more than willing to let you rehearse during homeroom. 

“And, one two three, one two three,” Ryan tried not to sound irritated when Troy took another wrong step. 

“Sorry.” He grimaced. Ryan just took a deep breath. 

“Just start from ‘wherever we go next’.” He instructed and you tried to remember the steps. “And one two three and lift-” Troy lifted you up and spun the way Ryan showed him. When he set you back down, you stepped wrong. 

“Ow!” You cried, stumbling backwards into the piano. 

“That’s it. You can’t do this anymore.” Taylor said sternly. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more and then you won’t be able to dance at all.” 

“I can do this. It already feels better.” You insisted and she scowled. Troy took your hands in his, the sweetness in those perfect blue eyes just making you feel even more guilty. 

“We can figure something else out.” He felt awful for even pushing you this far. Tomorrow was Valentine’s day and you’d barely had a quiet moment, let alone long enough to destress. “How about we just call it a day? We can go to a movie tonight and just hang out. Just you and me.” You shook your head. 

“I can get this. I just need a second.” You felt ridiculous storming out with crutches, but it was what you had. Troy moved to follow, but Gabriella shook her head. 

“Just give her a minute.” 

You didn’t notice the troop of girls following you to your locker and you were too frustrated to care. You could get this right. Troy had worked too hard with after practice rehearsals and countless hours going over the music with you for you to mess all of it up now. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think he was too good for you. 

You opened your locker and watched dozens of paper Valentine’s float to the floor. At first, you thought this was a sweet gesture from your boyfriend. Then you actually read them. Talentless Freak. Get off the stage. East High’s Resident Loser. 

“Looks like Y/N has an admirer.” Madison sneered and her group of underclassmen terrors erupted with cackles, drawing more people out of Darbus’ room. You set your crutches to the side and picked up one note in particular. Troy’s Tragic Charity Case.

Your heart dropped and the laughing just got louder. You couldn’t even run. You had to stand there and listen, looking at the cruel smirk on Madison’s face as the words echoed in your head over and over again. Charity Case. 

“Y/N- oh my god,” Gabriella exclaimed, looking at the mess of fake Valentines. “Let’s get out of here. Taylor.” 

“I’ll drive you home.” Taylor picked up your crutches and the two practically guarded you as you made your way down the hall. 

By the time Troy got out into the hallway, most of the girls were gone, leaving only the notes scattered across the floor. He didn’t find you until you were already at Taylor’s car. 

“Wait!” He yelled before you closed the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going home.” You sighed, brushing away a fallen tear. “Everyone is right. I can’t do this. Even if my ankle was fine, I couldn’t pull off something like this.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“I’m sure you can find a better partner, Troy. There are girls that would kill to perform with you.” Or sprain a few ankles. 

“Kelsi wrote that song for us.” If he kept looking at you like that, you’d break completely. 

“I’m sorry Troy.” You shut the door and Taylor drove off. Gabriella put a comforting hand on your shoulder. You couldn’t bear to look back. 

“It appears that I’ve lost three students.” Mrs. Darbus sighed, waiting for him back at the doors. “Care to explain?” Troy ran his fingers through his hair. 

“She’s not going to perform and I can’t do it without her.” He couldn’t imagine singing something so personal, so full of emotion, with anyone but the girl that he loved. Mr.s Darbus just gave him a knowing smile. 

“I suggest talking to her, Mr. Bolton. Show her the truth.” He opened his mouth, but she stopped him with a wave of her hand. “You’ll know what to do.” Her expression changed. “Now, I'm afraid that there’s quite a mess in the hallway I must take care of. As well as a few girls to track down.” She bowed her head and went inside. 

Troy’s head was spinning. He needed to fix this. After a few ideas came to mind, he pulled out his phone. Mrs. Darbus was right. He knew what to do. Hopefully. 

-

A light knock on the door pulled you from your sanctuary of blankets. Your mom slowly opened your bedroom door with a small smile. When she heard what happened, she had no problem calling you out for the rest of the day. 

“Why don’t you come down for some dinner, sweetie?”

“I’m not really hungry.” You pulled a loose string from your quilt.

“I really think you should come downstairs.” Her smile grew suspiciously and she left the door open a crack.

Eventually, your curiosity got the better of you and you tossed your blankets aside. The lights in the kitchen were off and the doors to the patio were open. You stepped outside and gasped. The twinkling lights looked like stars and little notes hung from the trees. In the middle of it all stood Troy and a candle lit dinner, complete with a bouquet of chocolate covered strawberries. 

“Glad you could make it.” Troy beamed, motioning for you to sit down. You did and he passed you a basket of breadsticks. “Don’t worry, my mom helped me cook.”

“Troy, this is…” You couldn't even find the right words. You started to read some of the notes. Deserves a standing ovation. Her recital rocked the house. She’s the best friend I could ask for. 

“When I saw what those girls wrote, I wanted to show you what East High really thinks of you.” Troy explained, placing a hand on top of yours. “Sharpay even wrote one.” You both laughed when you read it. She’s one of the few people I can bare sharing the stage with. You blew out a breath. 

“The thing is, I can handle being called talentless and all of that.” You took the folded piece of paper out of your pocket. “This one just… I don’t know.” Troy gently took it from you , his hand tightening around your as he scanned those four awful words. At first, he didn’t get it. You had changed him in all the best possible ways. You made him want to be himself. You inspired him not to be scared of what everyone thought. So how could someone say you were just a charity case?

“You-” He took a deep breath, still wrapping his head around it. “You don’t actually believe this, do you?” You shrugged. 

“I mean… sometimes, I guess.” You tore off a piece of bread and rolled it between your fingers. “When it’s just the two of us, I feel like nothing else matters. But when I see you out there on the court, I can’t help but wonder… why me?”

Troy almost looked hurt. He started gathering little heart shaped pieces of paper from the tree and walked around the table. You stood as he put the notes in your hand, reading aloud as he handed each to you. 

“September 17th, 2006. The day that we met. When we got stuck painting sets, you were one of the only people to talk to me about something that wasn’t basketball. You made me feel like a regular guy.

“October 31, 2007. The night I convinced you to come with me to Chad’s Halloween party. I was a pirate and you were Elizabeth Bennet. That was the first time that you really opened up and were able to be yourself around people who weren’t just me and Gabriella.” His eyes locked with yours. “Look at the back of your necklace.”

You flipped the heart charm around and read the date engraved in the silver. 

“January 3rd, 2007.” You felt tears building. “My recietal.”

“Being on that stage with you made me see a whole different side of both of us. Our voices fit together like we weren’t meant to sing with anybody else.” He brushed a hair out of your face. “It was the moment that I realised I was in love with you.”

“I love you too, Troy.” You cried, closing the space between the two of you. He was right. It felt like you weren’t meant to kiss anyone else. When you pulled away, you were both grinning. “Do you think we can still perform? It’ll be difficult but I still want to sing.” He just grinned bigger and kissed your forehead. 

“Ryan and I already have a plan. You just have to come to rehearsal tomorrow morning.” You nodded and the two of you sat back down to finish dinner. 

-

You couldn’t remember the last time you were this nervous. You and Troy were learning and rehearsing with the system all day and the number would hopefully be unforgettable. But there was so much that could go wrong and you were absolutely terrified. You nearly jumped out of your skin when Sharpay appeared behind you. 

“You don’t have to worry about Madison. She has enough detention to keep her from anymore plotting. And I had no problem reminding her who was in charge of any and all sabotages.” She smirked, eyes scanning your outfit. “Good choice.” And that was probably the closest thing to approval from Sharpay Evans that you would ever get. 

Ryan came to make sure everything was secure and connected, reminding you when you needed to stand and be ready. He assured you everything would be fine. 

“Looks like you’re on.” He gave you an encouraging thumbs up. You took a deep breath and used your crutches to walk across the stage. The audience murmured as you sat on the swing that hung from the ceiling. The lights were bright enough that you couldn’t see Troy stage. You gripped the necklace around your neck for courage. There was no backing out now. 

“Take my hand. Take a breath. Hold me close and take one step.” As you sang, Troy slowly made his way onto the stage. His smile made your nerves disappear. “Keep your eyes locked on mine and let the music be your guide.” With every word, Troy walked closer to the swing. His eyes asked if you were ready. You gave him a small nod and he swept you up in his arms as you both sang the chorus. 

“It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you.” The choreography was a stunning mix of lifts and spinning in Troy’s arms, your feet never even touching the floor. “It’s one in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.”

Troy lifted you up one more time and set you down gently before beginning the next verse. 

“Take my hand, I’ll take the lead. And every turn, will be safe with me.” He twirled you slightly and you fell back for him to catch you, kicking your leg out so your skirt flared. “Don’t be afraid, afraid to fall.” His strong arms wrapped around you and he swung you around. “You know I’ll catch you through it all.” He let go as you were pulled up into the air. The audience gasped. You had forgotten they were there. “And you can’t keep us apart.”

“Even a thousand miles can’t keep us apart.” He almost forgot the words as the light practically made your white dress glow against your skin. Your necklace sparkled. As cliche as it sounded, you looked like an angel. 

His wires lifted him up to meet you. 

“Cause my heart is where you are.” And so the floating waltz began. “It’s like catching lightning, the chances of finding someone like you. It’s on in a million, the chances of feeling the way we do.” You felt like you were dancing on clouds. Troy couldn’t stop beaming. 

“And with every step together, we just keep on getting better.”

For the bridge, the wires had you circling each other on opposite sides of the stage, slowly getting closer. 

“Oh, no mountain’s too high and no ocean’s too wide. Cause together or not, our dance won’t stop. Let it rain, let it pour, what we have is worth fighting for.” You finally came back together. “You know I believe that we were meant to be.” With Troy holding you, you leaned back into another tumbling spin in the air. 

The final chorus slowly brought you down to the floor, you sitting back down on the swing. 

“So can I have this dance?” Troy stood in front of you, bowing to kiss your hand as if he was really asking. 

“Can I have this dance?”

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[atomicblasphemy]

So, that before opening credits scene at the grom episode, I’ve been putting a lot of thinking into it. Here’s the thing, we see the portal open and King is watching so videos on Luz’s phone, right? Moreover, there’s a charger there that leads straight to the aforementioned portal. Now, this means that they are pretty much siphoning electricity from somewhere in the human realm. And we know for a fact that the human realm side of the portal is in a ran down shack that’s pretty unlikely to have power, also its in a pretty isolated wooden area. This leads to the unavoidable questions of: a - where the hell is the outlet?  b - how long is that damn extension cord (and where can I buy one as long as that)?

For all we know, Luz and Camila’s home is the closest building to that ran down shack, i.e. the most likely answer to question a. This raises a few interesting scenarios, because it means that someone from the owl house would need to go through the portal, probably carrying an obscene amount of electric cables, go into Camila’s home, plug it, and make sure that Camila won’t unplug it.

First candidate for the job would be King, obviously. Problem is, he probably wouldn’t stand for such a lowly job. Besides he is likely too tiny to carry all that  amount of power cables.

Second candidate: Luz herself. This should be even more difficult.

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“Mija? What are you doing?”

“Oh... Hi, Mami... Nothing, just uhhh charging my phone.”

“Why here, though? Don’t they have power at camp? Is that why you’re not returning my messages?”

“They... uhhh...” *sprints back to the portal*

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And, of course the third candidate would be Eda.

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“Miss Noceda, I understand you are in a lot of distress right now. But I need you to try again and tell us what happened in a calm manner. You said there was a break in, right? Where did the intruder go and when did this creature appear?”

After taking a few long breaths, looking at the officer’s eyes she continued. A few meters behind a large feathery figure lay asleep, it’s body coated with the colors of many tranquilizing darts.

“I... I was trying to get some sleep. I have long shifts and little chance to rest so this normally comes pretty easily. But as soon as my head hits the pillow I start hearing noises from downstairs, like someone going through my stuff. So I grab the first heavy object I find and start making my way there. So... In the middle of the living room is this tall white lady, striking ambar eyes, long grey hair going all the way down to her hips... and that tight fitting burgundy dress, like something that she had worn multiple times, but she still looked surprisingly elegant in it...” “Ma’am, please stay on track. You mentioned she said her name was ‘Edalyn Clawthorne’, most powerful witch in the Boiling Isles. Is that correct?”

“Right, sorry about that. But yeah, that’s correct.”

“We have checked, many times actually, for an Edalyn Clawthorne and nothing came up. Needless to say the same goes for those ‘Boiling Isles’. Did the intruder present any other form of behavior that you, especially considering your line of work, would understand as indicative of drug use or anything along those lines?”

“Humm... Well... Right after she introduced herself she said she was there to steal my power, some of my stuff... then she took a long look at me and said ‘and with some luck, your heart’. Then she winked at me and... I believe the kids call it fingerguns... She did that. That’s pretty much all that happened before I remember this person was invading my house and then I started yelling and trying to hit her with my bedside lamp. That’s when... Look, you won’t believe me anyway...”

“Why don’t you try me anyway?”

After taking a deep sigh, Camila continued.

“Right... At first she seemed like she was trying to calm me down or something. Then all of a sudden her eyes started going all black...”

“Mhmm”

“She let out this blood curling screech. It sounded almost as if she was in pain.”

“Mhmm”

“Then the feathers started appearing, her body started growing... I really thought she was going to kill me.”

“I see... That being the case how do you explain the first officers in the scene reporting they found the creature cuddling up to you in the front porch and the two of you watching Up! on your phone?”

“Well... First of all, shiny things seem to calm her down. Second, I didn’t know birds could purr.”

Meanwhile, the house’s backdoor is open, a long white cord snake in. It’s end laying a few inches from an unused outlet.

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Suffice to say Eda would be a no go either.

This leaves Owlbert. He is used to the human realm, but there’s again the problem of size. Nevertheless, the biggest problem is he obvious cuteness, which means that if Camilla is anything like her daughter, means the lady will try adopting and we might get some kind of weird reverse version of the show staring Camilla and Owlbert.

This leaves one final option. And I think it is important at this point to remind ourselves that it is of the utmost importance that the power cord remains connected to an outlet in the Noceda household at all times.

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Camila had just laid her head on the pillow. The softness of the fabric was a great contrast to the sounds emerging from downstairs. There was no question: her house was being burglarized. This wasn’t an uncommon occurrence around those parts, she wanted to afford Luz the most safety and comfort possible but there was only so much her limited income could do. She was terrified, but also curious. After all, it stands to reason that criminals more often than not use discretion as their best weapon, the way the make sure to be long gone before the victim ever realizes that there even was a crime.

Whoever was downstairs, they had not intention of making their presence a secret. They had broken through the window and the shattering glass was loud enough in the mostly empty house, but that didn’t seem to be enough for whoever was down there. It sounded as though a tornado was taking place entirely on her living room and kitchen.

Curiosity defeats fear. She opens her chamber door, tentative steps heading towards the stairways. She was never a reckless person, she knew the costs and consequences actions can have. But something deep in her being, churning up her guts, screamin that what was taking place in her home did not belong in this world. That whatever it was she would never have another chance of witnessing and no amount of adult responsibility can defeat the childish urge for wonder. She thought of the daughter she so missed. And such novelties are hardly ever divorced from the fear of the unknown.

The final step and she was at last on ground level. Sure enough, she could see plenty signs of the devastation. Furniture upturned, shelves spilling their contents on the floor, dirt and mud splattered in all surfaces. But, nothing missed. Not much broken either. Whoever was there, their intentions evaded her entirely.

The kitchen. A loud metallic bang came from the kitchen.

When had she start shaking?

She regrets her former bravery, but she was a Noceda, she crossed the sea in search of a better life. She faced monsters before. She was no coward.

Camila Noceda was no coward. She looked into the kitchen.

There was the intruder, whatever it was. She lacked names for the being, no, the monster making a ruckus in her kitchen. In it’s beak a plug it tried to jam into one of the outlets on the wall and surprisingly enough it was the one closest to the window it had entered through. And she knew that that had been the entry point better than she knew her own name at this point. It the shattered glass on the flower was not incontrovertible evidence enough the damning proof was that the being had not yet finished crossing that threshold. Perhaps it never would. Its body, this elongated yellow mass of yellow feathers was still on the window, going back into the woods to an unfathomable distances.

This monster, she knew did not belong in this world. Reality was unkind, and working with the healing of bodies she knew nature could be cruel. But this. This was madness. And finally when the creature seems to notice her presence the void in it’s eyes seemed to voice agreement with such belief.

It’s birdlike face inched ever closer to Camila’s. She couldn’t move. The power cord still in the creatures beaks. Camila would have once considered owls as the most precious and adorable birds. No longer.

It offered the power cord to the human. She plugged it. Mortals could not challenge the designs of immortals, after all.

The creature seemed satisfied. It’s face grew even closer to Camila’s, and finally a sound in a surprisingly screechy voice echoed through the ravaged home and it’s denizens soul:

“H O O T”

And before perception could catch up, it was gone.

She would live in the house for the remainder of the many decades of her life. Things would change, new pieces of furniture, new colors, adaptations to accommodate an aging body.

Much would change in the Noceda home over the years. But that plugged power cord would be a constant. A heirloom she would pass on for generations. An offering to make sure whatever demon, or god she made acquaintances with that night would remain satisfied, not to return to this world, not to ravage it one home at a time again.

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So yeah, I’m pretty sure Hooty was the one that made sure the owl house has a reliable source of electricity.

#THE OWL HOUSE #luz noceda #KING #owlbert #owl beast #camila noceda #edalyn clawthorne #eda #hooty #the owl house hooty

[magicflowershop]

one day kitty; Tsukishima version

《inspired by movie A Whisker Away》

✿✿ you wished to be with the person you like and wish granted. whiskers, button nose, tail, four legs and ears on top of the head; you turned into a cat. with this, you are given the opportunity to be with the person you want to express your affections to. but as a cat. and only in one day.

― haikyuu characters x cat!reader imagines!

❀ masterlist ❀

the wheel of names have spoken.

Tsukishima found a cat sleeping on his window sill that morning

he doesnt know why but the sight of that cat annoyed him that he went to school with a frown on his face

Yamaguchi thought he did something wrong but he knew that if he spoke up he’d be told to shut up again,,,, 

Yams still asked

now Tsukki didn’t know what to tell him bc he wants to give no attention to a certain cat that’s been following him on their way to school,,, yk for some odd reason he can’t give a name to

even so, Yams being the precious lad he is, saw the little cat and entertained him while Tsukki took the run for it,,, again for some reason

its been a few hours and even during classes, Tsukki sees the cat once again through the window, chilling on a tree branch

it was no ordinary cat

or maybe Tsukki has lost his mind

but he was sure of it tho

quite

Tsukki looked out and saw that cat,, then the cat found his eyes and locked their gazes together,,, Tsukki has no idea how that staring contest ended up lasting for almost thirty minutes 

Tsukki was very sure this cat was an alpha lmAOOO

disregarding that, Tsukishima sensed something familiar from this little cat thats been noticeably following him everywhere even as to spying on him in his room while he was getting ready

the cat was so strange that it reminded him of someone he knew

which he seems to find himself looking for during lunch break 

and now he found it even stranger when said person had the audacity of ignoring him, as they passed by each other

that was prolly for the best

so Tsukki wouldn’t get migraine for the day ykyk

nyways the cat

the cat was also confused, staring at the same person this whole time,,, right beside him

“Tsukki, that was weird,,, y/n never batted an eye on you today. she’d usually bark at you but ig she’s tired today,,, she wasn’t being herself”

“shut up, Yamaguchi”

“sorry Tsukki”

i love that nyWAY

now you and Tsukki are e m e n i e s

how so?

Tsukki has been fed up with this random kid from a different class who always goes and picks up fights with him no matter what,, and so it concluded to him disliking said kid with every fiber of his being, which also happened to be you

contrary to his belief however, you two were simply opposites of each other and seemed to be clashing ideas no matter what the topic given is,,, which soon translates to arguments

little did he know tho you clash with him on purpose to get his attention because you are a lost cause and very head-over-heels for his lame-ass 

so much so that you wished to become a cat in order to stalk in sum more

<3

and as emenies,, its natural Tsukki will find it weird you ignored him in the hallway when you’re normally up his nose whenever you see him

bc you’re crazy like that

but thank god you were calm today

he thought

so this went on for the rest of the day

you guys passed by each other a bunch more and he kept getting a cold shoulder,,,,,,

YOU GUYS PASSED BY EACH OTHER A BUNCH MORE AND HE KEPT GETTING A COLD SHOULDER HOW DARE YOU?????

it didn’t take Yams half a braincell to notice Tsukki getting lowkey dejected from the said cold shoulder,,,, but Tsukki being Tsukki

sigh

plus, there’s this cat that’s been followin him around the entire time

“you’re not allowed to be here”

ah yes a 

✨ smartass ✨

he see the cat slowly sneaking its way inside the gym while they were off to practice after classes

the cat looked up at him with its big, shiny eyes as if it was pleading for Tsukki to let it in and watch them prolly,,, but Tsukki knew havin a cat in there would be a drag,,, and he might get yelled at by Daichi as well

even if this was an alpha cat we mentioned earlier

Tsukki shut the door

but soon after practice, nobody noticed when Tsukishima casually left the gym to look for the cat

a clown ✨

you were just chillin over a tree branch when you saw Tsukki wandering around the place looking for something,, and then he saw you

you see him sigh of relief and walk towards the tree

“do you not have a home you belong in?”

lmao someone’s not very good at handling animals, you thought to yourself,,, that you wanted to clown him sum more

you walked towards the end of the branch as carefully as you can, while Kei watched you with terror in his eyes

“what are you doing? you’re gonna fall off”

definitely not used to handling cats specifically!

while knowing full well this boy is a n00b, you stared at him mockingly, swinging your tail back and forth at his face next, resting your entire feline body at the tip of the branch that is in the verge of snapping

the terror in his eyes translated into worry in a split second when the branch did snap and the cat fell 

Tsukki wasn’t fast enough to both catch the cat and to realize that cats are created ✨ agile ✨

he, once again, felt like a 🤡

you gave him a smug look when you landed perfectly on your feet and saw the dumbfounded look on his face lmfao what is going on

and that hit Tsukki once again,,, the cat reminded him so much of you that it pained him so much both mentally and physically also psychologically but yk

Tsukki sat down on the grass, reluctantly reaches out a hand towards the cat,,, and takes it back, like what was he doing lol

but you looked straight into his eyes, which made him subconsciously reach out to you once more and this time you gave him no time to pull it back because you nuzzled you whole head under his palm

:c

Tsukki then gave in, caressing the cat’s fur as gently as he could

“oi TsukISHIMA!!”

Hinata called for Tsukki and the rest of the practice went by like normal disregarding how Hinata kept teasin him how he was bein soft around a little mammal for a split second swswsws

so practice ended just like that, you were wandering around gym waiting for Tsukki to appear bc you didn’t want so many opporunities to slip by when you already have him around your wittle paws yk? and you concluded Tsukki’s a whole tsundere 

as a matter of fact, Tsukki’s pissed off bc he knows he’s become fond of the stray cat

ok so, phat news

Yams goes and tells Tsukki he had somewhere to go before going straight home so it’ll be Tsukki goin home alone tonite

you overheard this conversation and you’re engines roared honey

you shall monopolize this stringbean

Tsukki wasn’t stupid to not notice the cat tailing him all the way home so Tsukki makes a detour bc he isn’t sure if this was a real cat or srsly an alpha cat like he said earlier lmfao wasn’t stupid my ass

his feet took him to his cram school without realizing even though he had no classes that day

but it was enough to not make the cat follow him anymore

he looked back at the cat and saw it, looking inside, backing away at each step as if it was afraid to get in ;c

obv you were afraid of being shooed away like some kinda parasite so its natural u pussy out heh and sudDENLY tSUKKI PICKED YOU UP AND LEFT WIF YOU HUUHHH????

“you’re probably hungry, i haven’t seen you eat the entire day”

heh

so you went on a date big deal

and you were a cat big deal 

except that Tsukki didn’t know what in the world to do wif a stray cat after this little dinner time at the edge of a park in the evening, not the kind of first date you wanted but this should be enough for this situation no?

ok so date right?

Tsukki was wondering why you were acting so strange earlier, like you kept treating him just like sum other student from the same school, passin by without any care at all lol

needless to say, it bugged him

and it was also needless to say that it bugged him a lot

yk

that you weren’t there

:D

like ew

no sht did that thought disgust him bc it was true lmfao

then there’s this random cat thats beside him the whole day instead and annoying the hell outta him,, kinda,,,, the same way,,,, you do,,,,,

lol how are those things similar tho

“you remind me of y/n”

and so u choke

mhmm

it’s b̵̹̠͎͑̀̈̈́i̶̢̧̖̙͎͖̰̱̾̾̏̀͋̌̕g̶̩̦̉ ̶̙̌̂b̵̻̿r̵̠̦̯̠̦̮͇̫̾͋̐̇͛̈́̓̉̚͝ă̶̛̫͎̹̈́̃͛͝i̴̼̦̮̮̍̈́̋̈́n̶͓̟̮͋̅͂͑̃͆̍̕͝͝ ̸̔̂͑̄̈́ti̴͗̈́̋̄̔̃m̸̛̳̔̀̆̈́e i guess

then as if you were snapped back to reality you remembered you had a time limit for this stupid, stalkerish thing you’ve been doing,,, you instinctively grabbed Kei’s hand to check his wristwatch 

it was 10.30

holy sht it was 10.30

you scurried off from your spot and ran all the way to your house, ignoring the kind-of yells Tsukki let out when he saw you running away 

you were running at speed of light jumping from one roof to another to get back home and smack that house cat of yours that pretended to be you the whole time

and you did,,, 

the next morning, you woke up you were back to normal

everything was back to normal

you’re parents never questioned you of anything

so did your siblings if you had any

then comes school

you were hella nervous aight

but you tried to stay calm, stay poised, stay annoying like normal yk

“hey”

god

Tsukki found you taking off your shoes, and decided it was a great idea to initiate a conversation with you

“oh good morni-”

“what’s going on with you yesterday?”

:0

“did i do something?”

“uh no,,,”

“then why did you ignore me?”

:O

did that have an effect on him????

you wanted to ask that to push his buttons ‘cause that’s what ur good at anyway might as well go all the way but yk you didn’t have the courage to be that cheeky esp since you liked him as well ahaha

YOU DID IT ANYWAY BAP BAP BA--

“it did”

:O

mission failed but success????

stay tuned for more!

#walk in my garden #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu!! headcanons #haikyuu!! imagines #haikyuu!! smau #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #karasuno #one day kitty

[nerdimpact]

Xiao x S/O, and their Anemo Vision

So, in this discord I’m in, we were fooling around with discussion about the Visions themselves. If a Vision wielder died, what would happen to the Vision? Would It disintegrate? Become just useless shiny rocks? Kept as mementos by their families, buried with their corpses, left to become just another cor lapis-esque rock, or taken as trophies by the murderers and victors or a fight? Or collected by temple maidens? Absorbed into the Statues of the Seven?

A fellow simp told me they saw somewhere that, apparently, Ownerless Visions CAN be reactivated by resonating with someone else, hence their huge price in the market. It kinda makes sense, since apparently Ningguang found one and was ready to sell it before it resonated with her so she was forced to regretfully keep the Vision. 

But you know what, it’s ANGST TIME.

Prompt/Summary: Xiao’s Anemo Vision has accompanied him for over three millennia and been his main source of power for so long, so much that almost nobody remembers Xiao - Alatus - for the deadly Adepti arts he used to wield in times before the Archon War. Only Morax and Barbatos remember that his Anemo Vision used to be someone else’s. 

AKA That AU where Xiao’s natural and original Adepti Powers (or his Anemo Vision) are his Elemental Burst, while his Anemo Vision belongs to a Lover that died in the Archon War. 

See below for the scenarios I prepared.

After their death, Xiao takes up their Anemo Vision and forces himself to integrate those powers within himself (idk if he had an Anemo Vision of his own, since some of the adepti DON’T but still have powers). This could be one of the reasons that his Elemental Burst saps away at his life, either for forcibly mixing two different powers or forcing himself to mainly rely on an alternate source of power from his own. 

There are two main scenarios in this angst writing piece of mine:

Alatus (Xiao) is the one who kills his lover. In his BG, he apparently becomes controlled by another Archon and is forced into killing innocent people, which could include this lover of his. After killing them, he keeps their Anemo Vision (since his “Master” doesn’t care what he does with his trinkets) with him.  In this case, he either becomes enraged, vengeful, bitter and consumed by hatred that he becomes self-destructive while being under their control OR adapts himself into causing immense collateral damage (to kill himself, his “allies” and his current Archon Master ‘accidentally’). Or two, he just... breaks. Becomes an emotionless killing machine that awaits for the day of his death, or awaits for a day where he has the chance to witness the death of the Archon Master, either by someone else’s hands or his own.  Morax kills the Archon and liberates Alatus, who wishes for nothing more than his own death and continues to be self-destructive, thus, cue a contract to keep Alatus alive, which he loathes at first, until Morax brings Barbatos along one day and asks him to reactivate Alatus’ lover’s Anemo Vision. Alatus forsakes his own Anemo Vision (I assume he had his own, unless he didn’t, like the other adepti aside from Ganyu - who is Cryo - and just had adepti arts) and takes up his dead lover’s Anemo Vision.  Forcing himself to take another’s power while he still had his own causes Xiao’s own skills and abilities to become detrimental to his own life force, but he can’t bring himself to stop, and by the time he has mellowed a tiny bit millennias years later (ex. current timeline in Genshin Impact), it isn’t something he can - nor wants to - change anymore. 

Alatus (Xiao) isn’t the one to kill them, his lover becomes just another casualty of war, but he still goes crazy with grief, guilt, hatred and madness when he learns of it. It might not have been right away, but he learns of it, and goes... not quite insane, but close to it. He still becomes self-destructive, still becomes guilty and full of self-loathing for not being there and for being a tool to the faction that kills them, but his vengeance outweighs his own self-loathing and suicidal tendencies and he causes larger collateral damage to his faction more in hopes to wipe them all out. He is punished (borderline tortured) for it of course, but he won’t stop because his lover is dead and it’s all their (his) fault, and his faction won’t put him out of their collective misery because Alatus is one of their strongest pawns. He laughs and laughs and laughs the day Morax kills the Archon Master. Then he vanishes and goes looking for his dead lover’s corpse and possessions. In this case, it takes longer for Morax and Alatus to form a contract because the latter is consumed with an obsession to kill all the demons and to look for the possessions of his lover, who didn’t die in front of him, and thus, he doesn’t know where they are. Their hometown was probably burned down already, so Alatus is only living on the futile hope of at least finding their possessions, corpse, or Anemo Vision (which would still have been something left behind after their death). Alatus causes more collateral damage obsessively killing the factions of the war and searching for it. (it’s a race against time for Morax in this case, because if Alatus finds their Anemo Vision in the hands of someone else.... It’s fine if it’s in the hands of an oblivious civilian or an innocent human, but a political human? A war general? A soldier? Or worse, an auction? Boy, Alatus rage.) Alatus only insignificantly calms down when Barbatos comes along. Morax asks Barbatos to procure and locate their dead lover’s Anemo Vision. Morax bullies Barbatos into reactivating it for Alatus on the condition that he stop his rampages and enters a contract of a Guardian Yaksha. This binds him to a contract that will minimise the collateral damage he causes in order to protect Liyue, but something that wouldn’t impede him from obsessively killing the demons and factions of the Archon War. Morax doesn’t force Alatus to accept the contract, but he doesn’t need to, Alatus accepts willingly because what they offer - reactivating his lover’s vision - is something too tempting for him, and they DID find their Anemo Vision. He accepts, no matter how it would destroy him in the end.  (And it does - Xiao cannot use his own powers anymore without them sapping at his life-force, without the pain, without feeling two different powers/Visions clashing inside him.) This version of Xiao is less suicidal, but holds a far deeper grudge against those of the Archon War and mourns his lover’s death just as deeply.

To be fair, Morax and Barbatos probably didn’t realise Alatus would rip out his own Anemo Vision and take up his dead lover’s for his own. After they realised it, it was already too late.

(alternatively, XIao’s former powers have become so corrupted and become something sinister and darker and start to sap away at his life if he uses his former Anemo Vision, so taking his lover’s Anemo Vision isn’t his original idea, but something Morax/Barbatos came up with. 

So in this case, he still possesses his lover’s Anemo Vision and uses it most of the time or it becomes something that calms him and his powers down, while his original powers are his Burst, which still continues to sap away his HP/life if he uses it.)

Alatus/Xiao is grateful to Morax and Barbatos. A lot. 

Ehe~

#genshin impact #xiao #alatus #lmao I couldn't stop once this idea set in #I love Xiao ok #don't be wrong #but angst is my jam q-q #and horniness #I just want Xiao to come..... #I'm at 50 pity pulls and too scared to continue

[judediangelo75]

Under the Celestial Lights

Hi everyone! First I would like to thank you guys for my first post for the TalbottxMC fandom. I appreciate it a lot. So this is my second contribution, this time covering the Celestial Ball. 

As you all already know, Talbott is not option (tragic I know) so this is gonna be a hint of a love triangle situation. Playing the game, I did go with Andre because I found him to be rather sweet (and cute). It was either him or Barnaby, sue me. But I pick our favorite style wizard.

I would entertain my MC liking Andre as a bit, but her endgame is Talbott. And she feels terrible for having to choose and breaking someone’s heart in that process. She doesn’t like to hurt anyone she considers a good friend.

Also this is featuring my best friend in this story, we’re co-writing our Hogwarts experience from the game.

So here it is, my version of the Celestial Ball featuring our favorite bird boy, Talbott Winger. Hope you all like it!

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(Talbott Winger)

The Celestial Ball.

Something that caused a stir in the student population at Hogwarts. Where everyone seems to be anxious on what they will wear and who their guest will be as they'll dance the night away.

Not my scene.

Or so I thought before I saw her.

On Andre's arm was my secret crush. Judith Harris.

If I thought she looked beautiful before, she was absolutely stunning now...

If I were in my human form, I would most definitely be blushing. The dress seem to be made just to fit her and her alone. Red and gold complimenting her skin and eyes. Even the slit of the dress that showed off her leg did funny things to me. Her dark brown hair styled in curls flowing around her shoulders and upper back. Her gold eyes were outlined in black, making her eyes sharp and enticing. The dark brown, nearly black, shadow added depth to her eyes. Her lips looked soft and a bit shiny.

Andre looked like he was walking on air, a hint of a blush can found on his cheeks paired with the biggest smile on his face. He gazed at Judith with a soft lovesick expression.

'Lucky bloke...' I mentally huffed as I shifted in my little corner by the windows. I didn't even plan on going to the Ball but after a certain conversation with Judith early this morning.

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"Hey Talbott..." I glanced at the Hufflepuff sitting next to me. After breakfast in the Great Hall, Judith decided to join me in my hiding spot in the Courtyard.

"Yes, Judith," I asked. On the way here, she seemed to thinking about something.

"I was wondering... you plan on going to the Ball?" I rolled my eyes.

"I see no real point to go. Sure, there are people I know that'll be there, but it's not like they're looking to spend time with the weird looking loner. Plus, it's not my scene to begin with," I shrugged. I didn't notice a crestfallen expression on Judith's face.

"O-Oh... Just wondering..." I turned to the Hufflepuff who was facing the opposite direction.

"I'm going. I'm sure it'll be fun..." I arched at brow.

"You going with a guest?"

"No one asked me. I guess I'm going to be third wheeling Brooke and Penny. No wizard would want me as their guest..." I frowned. I would want her to be my guest. I opened my mouth to say something but the girl abruptly stood up.

"I got to go, I'm pretty sure getting ready for the Ball will take forever. Might as well and get a head start. I'll... I'll see you around, Talbott..." were her final words before walking back into the castle. I was left alone in the quiet Courtyard, feeling like I ruined something...

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Turns out Judith did find a guest, but her eyes didn't hold it's usual spark. Whenever she was alone, I notice the look on her face. Her eyes were half lidded, it almost made her eyes enticing. But by closer inspection, her eyes looked slightly clouded and dazed. Like she wasn't truly present. She would look outside, her expression wistful before morphing to a smile when one of her friends or Andre approach her. But I know what I saw.

A look I've seen in our long classes. A look that reads she rather be somewhere else.

Or maybe in this case, with someone else...

"Heyyyyyy Talbott~" I blinked as I turned to Brooke, who was now casually leaning against the windowsill. She looked amazing, I wouldn't be surprised if she was the master mind behind her and her best friend's outfits. But that's not what I wondering about.

Just how did she see me and why is she talking to me...

"So I noticed you here all by your lonesome so I decided to come keep you company with awhile." I detect a bit of lying in that statement. I blinked at her unimpressed.

"Hey! What's with that look? I can't check up on one of my friends?" I don't know, can you? I gave her a head tilt as answer. She rolled my eyes.

"Why can I tell that you're being sarcastic with me right now?" Maybe because I am. She sighed, exasperated.

"Alright, alright. So I have a bit of an ulterior motive here, but it's nothing bad. I promise!" If I could raise a brow at her, I would. I simply sat there, waiting for her to continue.

"So I know that you fucked up, but I'm here to help you..." I flapped my wings, slightly bewildered. What was that suppose to mean? The girl rolled her eyes.

"I promised I wouldn't interfere too much but I can push you in the right direction..." I still not following completely...

"The Ball will be over soon and I wouldn't stand to see my best friend sulk any longer! So here's the plan: I gonna convince Judith to help me with something and I separate her from Andre for little while. You're gonna be hiding out in the Courtyard. While Judith is "helping" me, I gonna go back to the Great Hall and you'll make your grand entrance. I think a dance with you will make her night ten times better. You got all that, bird boy?" I simply turned around and flew out of the open window behind me.

I guess a quick stop to my room wouldn't hurt...

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(Judith Harris)

I'm ready to just crash in my bed right now. I'm over it.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm happy to be at the Celestial Ball. After all this timing planning, it great to see that it was all worth it. Though one detail that just made me see dim colors.

I wasn't with the person I wanted to go with.

I have no clue where I possibly got the idea that Talbott would be interested in me and would go to the Ball with me. Once I heard that he wasn't going, I just mentally gave up and walked away before I could make a bigger fool of myself. I was internally wallowing in my self pity when I unknowingly bumped into Andre.

The boy seem anxious for whatever reason. I softly asked the style wizard if everything was okay. And that's when he shyly asked me if I was going to the Ball with anyone. Still kinda down about how the situation played out with Talbott, I told the stylish Ravenclaw no. Perking up a bit, he asked if I would like to go with him.

The silence that ensued was deafening. I meant what I said that I doubt any wizard would consider asking me to be their guest to the Ball. Look at the universe proving me wrong and shit. I shyly accepted Andre's offer. We're going as friends.

The universe was partially laughing at me.

I was enjoying my time with Andre, don't get me wrong. He's the definition of a gentleman. Making sure that I was okay, getting me drinks or little snacks if I needed it, showering me in compliments. Everything.

And I admit, he looked rather handsome tonight. The lights bringing out a shine in those brown eyes that never seem to leave me. Even when I was in his arms for a particular slow dance, he looked down at me with a fond expression. The way his hand was holding my own and the way its twin held by the curve of my waist was rather... intimate. The way he spoke is low hush tones as we quietly spoke during our dance felt private. For the life of me, I couldn't stop blushing because of how being that close to him made me feel. The dance was rather sweet but I knew my heart wasn't in it, which made me feel a bit guilty.

His arms weren't the ones I wanted to be in.

His brown eyes weren't the eyes I wanted looking at me with adoration and shy affection.

Andre wasn't the one I wanted to be with.

I consider him to be a good friend, an amazing mate at that. But that's as far as I'll ever see him.

I let out a soft sigh, gazing out one of the windows of the Great Hall. I wonder how Talbott is spending his night. I felt someone grab my hand, bringing me out of my thoughts.

"I brought you some more punch, Judith," Andre said, holding a goblet in his other hand. I gave him a small smile.

"Thank you, Andre..." Taking the goblet, I drank the cool beverage. Shit, I need it. With trying to help Brooke with her chaotic love life and making sure a jealous Penny doesn't rip Diego a new one, I deserve a small breather. Especially when I had to steal Diego away temporarily for a dance. Diego was a hint to overzealous about this and didn't hesitate to sweep me across the dance floor. Just as I was regretting my decisions in life when Diego talked about a possible "date", Brooke stepped in and saved my ass. I was surprised I was able to dart away so quickly in heels.

Needless to say, I need a little something to relax me.

"Heyyyyy Judith~" Oh for crying out loud, what now? I side eyed my best friend as she gave me a guileless smile.

"What did you do this time," I asked. Brooke looked at me slightly offended.

"Psh, me?! I didn't do any-" I gave her a pointed look. She had the decency to look embarrassed.

"It's nothing bad, I was wondering if you can help me find my earring..." Looking closer, I noticed that one of her clip on dragon earrings was indeed missing.

"How the heck did you manage to lose it," I asked, confused.

"I went to the Courtyard to get some air because it was getting hot in here and it must've fallen off my ear." I raised a brow.

"Wouldn't you have felt it come off? Plus, isn't it metal? So you would've heard it hit the ground," I pointed out.

"I was wondering around and was lost in my thoughts, Judith. You know I wouldn't be paying attention like that," she said with an eye roll.

"But you should've been able to find it, you do have sharp eyesight thanks to your glasses," I hinted. The girl was an avian Animagus. She should have ridiculously good eyesight.

"I must've been so much in a panic looking for it, I gonna need a second pair of eyes."

"But-"

"Oh my gosh, Judith. Are you gonna help me or not?!" I sighed and nodded to my best friend. I turned to Andre, who was smirking down at me.

"The Sorting Hat certainly was right about you having the qualities to be a Ravenclaw, Judith," he said. I rolled my eyes and let out a soft chuckle.

"But I'm not. I just tend to think about certain things more. I'll be back later..." Andre nodded, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. I was a little stunned, even as Brooke quickly dragged me to the Courtyard.

Oh Andre, why must you make this difficult?

"I'm gonna look at this side of the Courtyard and you'll look over there? Alright," Brooke said as she walked over to one end of the Courtyard. I rolled my eyes. Okay, I guess. I casted Lumos and began to search for the earring. After awhile, I came up with nothing.

"Brooke, I can't find the damn thing, you sure you dropped it out here?"

"Hello Judith..." ...that's not Brooke...

I slowly turned to find myself looking into red eyes. I felt my heart stall in my chest for a few moments.

"T-Talbott?! What are you doing here," I asked, my face felt like it was burning. The quiet Ravenclaw boy sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, looking slightly unsure of himself.

"I-I... um... I'm actually here to see you..."

"R-really," I asked shyly. Sugar Honey Ice Tea, is this really happening right now? Talbott stepped closer and held my right hand, tying something around my wrist. I looked closer and blushed.

A red camellia with a gold ribbon...

You're a flame in my heart...

Do. Not. Faint.

"I know I said I didn't want to go to the Ball, b-but... I was wondering if you're willing to spare me a dance," he whispered. I looked into his eyes. His red eyes screamed his fear... but whispered his hope. My heart was jack hammering against my ribcage as I made my decision.

"I-I... I would love to dance with you..." Talbott gave me a small smile, relief washing over his features. That's when I took a moment to study him. Surprisingly, he wasn't in his class robes. His usual black slacks and dress shoes were present, but a red short sleeve dress shirt with gold tribal designs on his right side took the place of his usual vest and robe.

Has he always been this handsome?

Stupid question, yes he has been. Dear Gods, help me...

His hand slipped into my own as he led me to the middle of Courtyard. I felt my heart race as he paused to look at me. I suddenly became self conscious.

"W-what? Is there something on my face," I asked shyly. Talbott shook his head and let out a shaky sigh.

"N-no... I just... you look stunning tonight, Judith... I almost can't believe that you agreed to do this with me..." Mind if I swoon right now?

"T-thank you, Talbott... and if I can be honest right now..." I took a deep breath, my heart just threatening to make me pass out right now. Talbott's red eyes staring into my own.

"I-I-I... I actually wanted to go to the Ball with you," I confessed. Talbott froze, for a second I thought he forget to breathe. He let out a low chuckle and dropped his head.

"No wonder she said I fucked up... because I did," he mumbled, running his fingers through his hair. I blushed a bit at the sight of him looking slightly disheveled. But I picked up on what he said and mentally slapped my forehead.

Brooke...

As much as I wanna find her and shake her stupid...

She did give me an opportunity...

I reached up, taking the Ravenclaw's face in between my hands so he could look at me.

"Hey, that doesn't matter right now. We're here, aren't we? So let's make the most of it," I whispered. Talbott bit his lip before nodding. One hand found the small of my back while it's twin held my right hand. I rested my remaining hand on his shoulder, stepping closer.

Why does this feel so familiar...

"There isn't any real music for us to dance to," I pointed out. The boy smiled at me.

"I know a song... from my childhood... something my parents use to dance to. I'll share with you one day, but for right now, do you trust me," he asked, looking slightly unsure of himself. I squeezed his hand.

"I trust you, Talbott..." That was all he needed.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c7JXLczaxJs

Talbott led the dance. It was surprisingly slow in the beginning but picking up speed and fluidity as the song played in Talbott's head. Even more surprisingly, how I was able to keep up with him and never heard the melody. I could only imagine seeing Talbott as a little boy, sitting and watching his parents dance the same way he is now...

With me, of all people...

I snapped out of my thoughts as I felt him release my hand in favor of the holding the curve of my waist. I instinctively gripped both his shoulders and he picked me and spun me around. I couldn't help the carefree laughter that escaped me. The warmth the bubbled within my heart spread throughout my body as I looked down at him. This moment...

His eyes were shining bright under the moon light, shadowed by his dark lashes. His full lips spread into a small smile, but something about this smile was different.

It held a level of warmth and sincerity.

Fondness and affection.

Shyness and caution.

His expression spoke of emotion I wouldn't dare to name aloud. Talbott has been alone for a good portion of his life, for him to lo...

Me?

I didn't dare put any hope on it, in case I was wrong. I don't wish to be on the receiving end of a broken heart. I've seen it happened to Brooke, and I don't think I ready to face such a thing myself.

Talbott set me down, resuming our initial position and continuing our dance.

"I've never known you to be playful, Talbott," I chuckled as gazed into those captivating red eyes. He smirked at me.

"There are many things you don't know about me, Judith," he said, spinning me under his arm. I let out a laugh.

"'Tis true, Mr. Winger. You are a Keeper of Secrets, everything hidden away under an cold lock," I teased as I found myself back in his arms. The hand on my back pressed me closer to him and for a split second I almost forgot how to breathe.

"You may be on to something, Miss Harris... maybe you hold the key to that lock..." I-

I didn't get the chance to reply as Talbott braced his arm around me, dipping me with surprising grace. Time seem to slow down as he pulled me back up, both of us spinning around with grace and poise. We slowed to a stop. I felt him release my hand to find my waist yet again, pulling me closer. Both my hands pressed against his chest, leaning into him. Neither of us spoke, simply taking in the moment. Our faces were surprisingly close, our eyes half lid as we silently stared at each other.

Red and gold...

I took a deep breath, the scent of his cologne, which reminds the crisp morning air in the forest. My eyes fluttered dainty as I felt my knees weaken. Talbott's grip tighten on me, keeping me upright.

"Talbott..." came my breathless whisper.

"Yes, Judith," he whispered back. I don't know what came over me. Maybe because of the adrenaline from our dance. Maybe it was because of the comforting scent of his cologne that was just so him. Maybe it's because of how I'm noticing how dashingly handsome the loner Ravenclaw boy was, especially until the mystical moonlight.

Maybe it's because I like him more than I'm willing to admit at this current point in time...

I leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss on his cheek. I heard his breath hitch but he didn't push me away. I let myself to linger for a few moments, longer than necessary. I didn't want to part with him so soon, but I knew I had to go back to the Ball and Andre...

I pulled away, giving the blushing boy a smile.

"Thank you for the dance, Talbott... you made my night..." Talbott returned the smile.

"Anything for you, Judith. I know you have to go back but..." he took one of my right hand, kissing my knuckles while he looked into my eyes.

"Goodnight, little bird. Sweet dreams," he said softly. If he keeps this up, I'm gonna swoon for real...

"Goodnight, Talbott. Sweet dreams," I softly replied. I slowly began to walk away, our hands lingering until I was too far away to hold on anymore. As I approached the entrance of the castle, I glanced over my shoulder. The aloof Ravenclaw graced me with one last smile before transforming into his massive Golden Eagle and taking off. I sighed, gazing at the flower around my wrist before holding it close over my heart.

What a night under the Celestial Lights...

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