#poking you all with a stick worked last time to summon u

[emj4yart]

Calling all Oncelings! I need your help!

Greetings, Onceler fandom! Tis I, MJ, just a little guy who wants your help on a big project I'm planning!

Here's the rundown: I want to do a deep-dive video on the Lorax, from its origins to its adaptations, to the cultural phenomenon that it has become, including a HUGE dedicated section to the fandom and its history! And I need your help with it! Keep reading if this interests you :D Rough outline of topics that I'm plannning on addressing:

THE CONTENT:

The Original 1971 Book

The 1972 Short

The 2012 Illumination Movie (And what went WRONG, the cut content, analysis)

The 2015 Musical

THE IMPACT:

The Onceler Fandom's Beginnings and Early Years (2012)

Shipping (Oncest, Normaler, the like)

Onceler OCs and aus! (Possibly an OC feature from those in the fandom!)

The Lorax in Meme Culture

The Resurgances of the Fandom (2015, 2021, 2023 Tiktok Boom)

Where's the fandom at now?

It's a huge project and that's why I want you all to help me with it! What do I want your help with? At the moment this is my list!

Research and Fact Checking on the "Content" Section, especially on lesser known topics like the musical or the cut content! (Pspspsps calling the five of you who actually know what the musical is)

RESEARCH AND FIRSTHAND EXPERIENCES OF THE ONCELER FANDOM'S EARLY DAYS!! I joined this place in 2023 so I don't know much about the early days of the fandom, and I want to know SO much more than I do! I want to know the scope, everything from the in-jokes to the aus to the deoncelerization. If you've been in this fandom since 2012 I would LOVE to hear from you!

Last but not least, I want the end of this video to be a love letter to this community, sharing firsthand experiences of what the Onceler as a character and the fandom means to you! I want to conduct interviews with people over discord (which is going to be a lot less fancy than it sounds so dw, it's not going to be an interrogation LMAO)

Specifics are subject to change but one thing will stay, I want to end the video to be made out of raw Love and Appreciation for this fandom, showcasing the side of this little corner of the internet that people who brush it off as mindless cringe don't see. All I've seen from this community is love and support and I want to be the video essayist who shows it for what it is!

At the moment I don't really have much of a plan (I'm not a very good planner lol), but if enough interets garners I know it'll help me streamline my motivation and come up with a game plan!

Feel free to leave me suggestions for where to go from here, maybe give out my discord? Make a Discord Server? Maybe there's something I can do solely on tumblr? I don't know! I don't know at all how Tumblr works! Help Me! Am just a little guy!

Alright that's all from me for now gamers, if this project interests you all in any capacity or you want to help out, please reblog/reply/message/ask/howeveranythingworksonthissite to let me know! Feel free to ask me questions or whatever as well! Peace out for now ✌️

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[xumos-hoe]

hiii i’ve been reading all ur works and i love it so muchhhh😭😭😭 and i want to req can u make a headcanons about the boys when MC forgot to put their bra on and they can see MC’s nipples through that thin shirt lmaooo 😂😂 and thank you i luv u

SKXMEKWMX NOOOOO I HATE THAT THIS HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE😔

Ily too anon, hope you enjoy🥺❤️

MLQC crew seeing MC’s nipples through a thin shirt

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Victor

Wasn’t so much a “shirt” since it was a swimsuit.

Vic’s weekly swim lessons🤩

You’d recently purchased a one-piece swim suit and decided to wear it that day since your go-to swimwear was at the dry cleaners

Why didn’t you account for the material being excessively thin and tight? I dunno. but since the problem didn’t come around until much later, you hadn’t thought much of it.

The material clung to your breasts, hugging every dip and curve tightly, especially in the water as Victor guided you through a back-float. His face hovered close to your body, half submerged in the water as you struggled to stay afloat.

“Try not to struggle so much—and if you happen to drown, I can’t guarantee that I’ll be able to save you.”

You took in a shaky breath as you braced for the moment your temporary instructor would remove his hands. With the intake of breath, your chest puffed out significantly—and due to the chill of the pool water, something started to poke through your bathing suit.

Now...it wasn’t like Victor had been eyeing that area on purpose—he was just as nervous as you were to let go in case you wound up actually drowning.

He looked over your entire figure one last time before leaving your side, and...

that’s when he was met with the little accident around your chest.

Your nipples poked out through the spandex, especially since the swimsuit was a bright color that contrasted with the water, which made them even more obvious.

Victor had a brief second of disbelief where he wondered if he might be seeing things, but when he blinks and your nipples are still there in plain view, he averts his gaze as discreetly as possible.

What isn’t so discreet is the color in his ears as he scoffs and refocuses on the task at hand.

Thankfully, you’re too busy struggling between life and death and don’t notice the tightening sensation around your breasts, or the dumbstruck gaze that glances at them.

“Victor... You can let go now, I think I got it...”

Your request falls on deaf ears when you feel Vic try to pull you out of the water instead.

“Ha. Not a chance—your form is even worse than before. We’ll try again next week.”

“But—!”

Which a small tsk, Victor scoops you out from the water. You almost fight against him, but back down after noticing the irritation in his features.

You nearly fall into his chest with the sudden force, but a quick pair of arms steady you instead.

Unfortunately, this position isn’t so convenient for Victor. The first thing that pops into his mind is the possibility of your nipples pressing into the planes of his chest at that very moment

...so without a second word, you’re lifted into the air and placed on the edge of the pool. When he speaks again, you’re surprised at the sudden assertiveness of his voice.

“Now go get changed. I believe I promised you a meal after today’s lesson.”

You instantly perk up at that and run off to the locker rooms. Could you even deny his cooking?

But in your excitement, you don’t realize that he never actually promised you a meal after today’s lesson.

Actually, Victor just wanted a bit of alone time to ease the heat in his face and crotch.

Lucien

In addition to forgetting to wear a bra—you hadn’t accounted for the forecast and forgot to bring an umbrella.

As though Lucien expected it because he did, the first person you spot when you step out of the office is your boyfriend’s smiling face peeking out from the window of his car.

You decide to make a run for it, even though the rain was coming down in torrents—soaking you before you could manage to slip into the warm interior.

Lucien laughs quietly as he watches you take a few deep breaths after your awkward sprint and lean against the chair.

“Just as I expected...You ought to check the forecast more often, or otherwise, I’ll keep having to come rescue you.”

You turn away meekly and shrug. “You’re busy enough as it is, and I don’t want to keep burdening you.”

He falls silent and takes a moment to admire you from afar, though you don’t notice it—and what you also don’t notice is the split second something catches the professor’s eyes and his gaze drops to your chest:

to find your nipples in near-perfect view.

White shirts and rainfall, along with the lack of bra, made for quite the view.

Lucien raises an eyebrow when he realizes what he’s looking at, but his face remains as expressionless as ever.

Your drenched clothing sticks to all the right places, especially against your breasts and the flushed nipples poking from underneath. In fact, the shirt was so thin that he could even spot the tinge of color from your areolas.

It amuses him that you don’t seem to notice something so painfully obvious...

But ever the gentleman, Lucien looks away, unfastening his seatbelt with a soft click that catches your attention.

You turn towards the source of sound, only to find Lucien stripping himself of his raincoat. And before you realize it, Lucien has handed his coat over to you.

“Lucien, why are y—?”

The professor shakes his head and laughs again, rebuckling himself. He glances out the rear window, daring one last glance at your chest before returning to the road.

“It seems a raincoat wasn’t the only article of clothing you had forgotten to wear today.”

You pause for a moment to think back at his words before it hits you.

The gasp of horror that fills the space of the car earns a few chuckles from Lucien as he watches you throw his coat over your body furiously.

It wound up becoming one of the quietest car rides in your life.

Kiro

In your defense, your current lack of bra shouldn’t have been a problem.

You don’t even realize it when Kiro swings by to drop off some of your belongings that had remained in his suitcase after you and his’ last trip together.

It was close to midnight, and all you were dressed in was a thin pajama shirt and matching shorts—too exhausted to remember you’d thrown off your bra earlier and that this getup was definitely not suited to greet guests.

You swung the front door open with a yawn to meet the smiling eyes of the superstar as he stared back at you fondly, lifting your belongings.

The smile disappears off of Kiro’s face when he realizes he may have interrupted your sleep.

“Ah! Miss Chips, were you asleep? I knew I should’ve brought these in the morning...”

You shake your head and stifle another yawn.

“It’s alright, I haven’t even gotten into bed yet.”

“But look at you! Already in your slippers and pajamas and—”

He falls silent in an instant. You almost don’t realize the sudden lull in the conversation where his gaze has dropped to your chest after a certain something catches it.

And by ‘something’—the tips of your nipples poking from underneath your pajama top, and thanks to the corridor lighting—clearly.

Your belongings almost slip from Kiro’s hands when he notices and forgets to speak—what were the two of you even talking about again?

You stare back at the man in front of you, caught off guard by his sudden speechlessness and the dumbfounded expression on his face. Not to mention the color in his face...were his cheeks always that pink?

Before you know it, all of your items are thrust into your arms as Kiro readjusts his hat and turns away timidly.

“...Definitely should’ve came in the morning...”

“What was that?”

But before you can get your answer, Kiro has already made a beeline for the elevator, waving to you from afar.

“Good night, Miss Chips!”

Gavin

Birdcop was staying with you for a few days while the injuries from his last mission healed. You were adamant about him staying with you because this boy was in no shape to help himself at home alone.

You had just gotten out of the shower when you heard Gavin call for you from the kitchen.

He’d offered to purchase some take out while you showered, and in your excitement, quickly throwing on everything except a bra.

Gavin’s back was turned to you as he gathered utensils from the counter. You sat on a bar stool and searched for your order before Gavin called out with a smile.

“Careful, it’s hot.”

But you were already too busy eating to hear him mention anything about heat.

When Gavin finally turned, the last thing he expected to see were the evident peaks in your shirt.

Suddenly, the food wasn’t the only thing hot.

You were too busy squeezing sauce onto your meal to notice anything off about your clothing. And worst of all, when you moved to throw the little packet away, your breasts bounced gently with the force.

jesus. he had no idea why he was still staring.

He wanted nothing other than to hide the pink in his face, that you would inevitably notice and comment on.

Did you really not realize your...

Even the thought flustered Gavin to his very core—so wiping his mind clean of any lewd thoughts, he turned away and summoned all his might to talk to you with a straight face.

But the VOLUME of how suddenly he cleared his throat gave away too much.

“Aren’t you a little cold like that?”

You stared up from your food to look back at Gavin.

“What do you mean? I actually thought it was pretty warm in here...”

Barely registering what you had said, Gavin ran off to your bedroom to retrieve a jacket before calling out from over his should

“You’ve been worrying about me this entire time, I almost forgot to take care of you.”

Shaw

Shaw has probably done a lot of questionable things, but he’s polite enough not to ogle at a woman’s chest.

Especially when the chest in question is rightttt by his face.

You accompanied him for drinks one night—the root of the issue was that you had forgotten to do the laundry and ran out of bras.

You didn’t really think that the shirt you wore was something that called for a bra anyway; and for good measure, topped it with a cardigan.

The reason for the cardigan slipped your mind as you felt yourself becoming tipsier and warmer. Without a second thought, you quickly peeled it away and began to fan yourself with your hands.

Shaw snuck a glance at you—but he couldn’t recall seeing you walk in wearing such a thin tank. And as he checked you out, something seemed off:

He choked loudly on the drink in his hand after noticing the pair of nipples poking through the material of your cami; in addition to the slight bob of your chest as you reach over to ask for another glass.

At this point, there’s no telling whether the pink in his cheeks is from intoxication or the sight you’ve unwittingly provided him with.

As Shaw glanced away, he pushed your cardigan back towards you.

“Don’t be stupid and put it back on.”

You glare at him and push the cardigan back in his direction. “But it’s so hot in here...”

He figured you’d be too drunk to realize your nipples and that the guys beside you had probably noticed as well.

With a small tch, Shaw draped the cardigan over your body and pressed you into his chest.

Your eyes widen in suprise when you realize how closely he’s holding you, but before you can say anything, Shaw leans close to your ear and whispers low:

“I don’t like how these assholes are looking at you—so do us both a favor and stay close.”

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[ask-anti-cosmo]

The Return of Anti-Cosmo part 3

Part 1 Part 2

You hung the girly costume in your closet, thinking you’d give it away or modify it for Halloween. Small arms wrapped around you, making you try to swat at the owner.

“Aw, you missed me!” Anti-Cosmo grinned. “I’ve repaid my debt and can now roam as I please!” he said, sounding a little too pleased with himself.

“Good for you. Now how does that ‘We’ll go our separate ways' thing sound?” you huffed.

“Aw, come now! Surely you've come to like me a little.” He poked at you with his wand.

“Knock it off! You’re more like an annoying little brother!” you said and walked from him.

“I can be big if I want to!” he said as his body morphed into the shape of an adult human male. You tried not to look impressed and went to the fridge for some blood. “See? More like a hot step-brother.” He said and winked.

You glanced back and sighed. “Fine, I’ll give you that.”

“So…you know what it’s like to have a brother I take it? Did you have one?” Anti-Cosmo asked.

You shot him a mild glare.

“Come now, I’ve been open with you, now it’s you’re turn!” he insisted.

“Fine, yes I had a brother. Lost him to Polio.” You huffed.

“Polio huh? Let’s see, the vaccine was made in 1954, so your brother passed away before then~?” he asked.

“What’s with that tone?” you glared.

“Just trying to figure out your age~ not simply ‘decades’ old are you?” he teased.

“Neither are you Mr. Centuries!” you huffed.

“Want to know a secret? I’m the youngest Anti-fairy in existence.” He stated proudly.

“What?? Are you serious?” you frowned.

“Indeed, an Anti-fairy can only be born when a fairy is born. Ever since my counterpart was born and destroyed countless cities and lives, the fairies ban themselves from having anymore children. We’re all immortal anyways so it’s not like having more offspring is too terribly important.”

“So you’ll never have kids?”

“Never.” He concluded firmly. “Even if I did want children, it’s not up to me. And my counterpart would be the last fairy alive they’d choose to have the first baby in centuries.”

“Huh…that’s sad.”

“If you knew him you’d know it’d be for the best.”

“I know you, and I can tell you certainly don’t deserve children.”

“Sticks and stones darling. Now then, it’s time to go find the one who put me in that safe.” Anti-Cosmo said and cracked his knuckles.

“You’re going to find her?” you asked eagerly.

“One turn deserves another “ he said and poofed up a spinning grindstone wheel and sharpened his wand against it for a minute.

“…I’m going with you.” You said.

He looked at you surprised. “I thought you didn’t care about me.”

“Well maybe I want to congratulate her.” You said sarcastically. “or learn her secrets.”

“Perfect, so do I. There is no way she could have known all of that information of my weaknesses just from what her grandmother knew. I never even told my doll about butterfly nets! Ooh, and maybe if she’s still alive, I’d see her too…” he grinned wickedly.

“She’d be an old lady.” You told him.

“No doubt, I’m used to that fact.” He shrugged. “I could easily make her much younger in an instant anyhow, so either way it doesn’t matter to me.” He said, swinging his wand slightly.

“That easy huh?” you asked in surprise.

“It would be easier to have an extra drink of blood.” He said, looking at you expectantly.

“No way bozo, you’re as dumb as your counterpart if you think I’d agree to that.” You folded his arms. His eye twitches at the insult.

“I need some kind of payment for you coming along to my revenge plan, it takes magic to teleport things to other places you know. Think of it as gas money.” He said and held his hand out to you.

You glared at his hand then at him again.

“Let me have some blood or you get to stay here while I go after the *beep* who locked me away.” He glared back, now looking impatient.

“Well look who got all entitled after I saved you from said safe.” You snarled. “for someone who preached about equal exchange, I haven’t received much thanks other than unwarranted touching and mocking.”

“Oh sweet summer child…” he said and your blood suddenly went cold. Not just a shivering feeling, your blood literally felt cold, as if it was freezing, slowing and hardening. Anti-Cosmo’s wand glowed with a vicious darkness. “What makes you think I owe you anything after you bit me?” he asked.

“I-if you hold you o-own b-blood in such high reg-gard…” you shivered before leaning forward and biting his arm, breaking the skin through his sleeve. The black shimmering blood escaped his flesh and tingled in your mouth, soaking his clothing.

He stared at you with amusement. “Well, you can’t deny now that we’re even. But if this is what it takes to avoid hurting your pride…” he shrugged and pulled his arm and your face closer before biting your shoulder. You grunted, unused to the sensation and started to feel light headed as your blood warmed and ran into his mouth. You started to struggle and bite harder, but he only laughed at you.

He took one last swallow before letting you go. “There now, I have my payment and you didn’t have to agree to it.” He smirked.

You let go of his arm. “That is not how deals work!!”

“You bit me, so I assumed it was fine to bite you back. What else was I supposed to assume?”

“Listen here you-“

“Magic for blood is my deal you asked for magic, so I took my payment.” He frowned and folded his arms. “You took my blood for releasing me. That made us even. Now that you’ve asked me to use my magic to help you come with me, it’s a deal.”

“Then hurry and finish up your end!” you growled, rubbing your bite mark.

“Nobody likes a whiner.” He huffed and waved his wand, making it glow darkly like it did before.

You felt your feet remove themselves from the ground and fell in a fancy old house. You stumbled from the strange Sensation of being picked up and set down magically. The house looked as though it was starting to be neglected, as if there was a single maid to do everything and wasn’t keeping up. The fact it was night didn’t help with how scary it was looking either.

“My my it has been quite some time~” Anti-Cosmo mused and began to walk around. “Looking a bit more haunted than I remember, but it no doubt belongs to my doll.”

“Does she still live here?” you frowned.

“Hmm…” Anti-Cosmo grinned and started to walk across the floor towards the stairs. He began to step upwards with a rhythmic sway and started to hum for a minute before beginning to sing.

“Places, places, get in your places~ throw on your dress and put on your doll faces…” he chimed, dancing up the stairs in a dancing manor. “Everyone, thinks that you’re perfect, please don’t let them look through the surface.”

He made it to the top of the stairs. He kept stepping to the beat of the song he sang so creepily, his voice echoing through the haunted halls. “Picture, picture, smile for the picture~ Pose with your brother, won’t you be a good SISTER?!” He yelled the last word and you heard a loud shriek echo through the house. You both could hear a set of footprint run from upstairs.

Anti-Cosmo giggled softly and motioned you to follow him. You swallowed and followed him up to a hallway with a room at the end. Inside the room, you could hear a woman crying and another comforting her. Anti-Cosmo grinned cruelly and became to sing again as he walked down the hall slowly.

“D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees. D-o-l-l h-o-u-s-e, I see things that nobody else sees.” He sang creepily before opening the door. Inside was a grown woman, comforting an old lady with hair curlers and lots of scars on her neck. They looked like bite marks, from a child sized mouth. “Hello again, my little doll.” Anti-Cosmo grinned wickedly.

The old lady whimpered at the sight of him, shrinking away and trying to hide behind the younger one.

“You…I buried you in the ocean, how are you here?!” the younger woman said.

“Ah yes, well this lovely dear freed me. We have a lot in common you see~” he said as he touched your face. You slapped his hand away.

“Knock it off you creep.” You huffed.

“I have never called you back…go away, I don’t want anything from you…” the old woman sobbed.

“Yet you send your lovely grand daughter to hunt me down and disengage my interaction with human lives?” he frowned.

“I did not send her…”

“I went on my own! Grandmother told the stories of everything awful you did! Creating worst problems than what she had before you came! You are an evil creature that doesn’t deserve life!” the younger woman yelled at him.

“She knew the price when making a deal with the devil.” Anti-Cosmo yawned. “What do you think, does granny deserves another life? I certainly think so, she used to have the most perfect porcelain face…” he said before waving his wand.

The grandma suddenly began to grow younger, but not just that, you noticed her skin began to shine and her eyes gloss over, looking more and more like a real ceramic doll.

“No! Leave her alone!! I’m the one you want!” the younger woman insisted. “I trapped you!”

“Indeed you did.” He glared and waved his wand at her. Her arms were suddenly chained down to the floor. Walls of a safe began to enclose around her, making her panic. They suddenly stopped.

Anti-Cosmo stepped closer to her. He waved away the safe wall that was in front of him so he could look her in the eye. “How did you know my weaknesses?” he glared. “You knew with too much exactness, and I never told your granny such things. Not even most fairies know as much as you did.” He glared and pointed his wand at her.

“I…I tried to Summon you.” She admitted. “Granny said you were everything opposite to Fairies, so I looked up ways to Summon fairies and…did the opposite of them. I even did it on a Friday the 13th…”

Anti-Cosmo narrowed his eyes. “Clever, but obviously you didn’t succeed.”

“Actually I did, just not in summoning you.” She said and hissed in pain as the chains around her arms tightened. You felt pity for these two women the Anti-fairy tormented and tried to think of a way to get AC off their backs.

“Who did you summon?” Anti-Cosmo hissed. “NAME THEM.”

“Ah…Anti-Binky…” she whimpered.

You almost laughed at the silly sounding name, but seeing the rage in Anti-Cosmo’s face got ride of that feeling. “He told you how to imprison me?!” he asked angrily.

“H-he said to pick a Sunday the 7th…that you’d be the most weak on that day, and to be sure I was your only target…to have the safe lined with butterfly netting and to keep your wand far from you…”

You started making mental notes of said weaknesses just in case. Especially with the plan you decided to put in place to save these two.

“I see…” Anti-Cosmo said before stepping back. “Well then, I know who to go for next. That little boil have been seeking my crown for centuries.” He huffed. The walls of the safe around the younger woman began to close in around her again.

You decided to start your plan.

#anti-cosmo #anti fairies #fairly odd parents #dollhouse #Melanie Martinez song

[redfoxwritesstuff]

Camping

Summary:  When Mary catches word that Tom had never been camping it was decided that she had to fix that. What could go wrong?

Rated: T

Warnings: None

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x ofc

AN: This is for @forever-rogue‘s Halloween challenge using prompts:  72. “You’re beautiful. uh, u-um i mean the weather. It’s beautiful. Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are. I’m just gonna shut up.” 73. “I thought you said you knew how to start a fire!” “I said I could probably figure it out. ”76. “You have bits of leaves all over in your hair! Let me help you.”

Camping

Mary was a simple stage hand in New York City. It was a stressful job that didn’t pay enough yet she wouldn’t trade it for the world. It allowed her to experience life behind the scenes of plays, musicals and performances. It was something she could only dream of seeing if not for her job.  

While she loved theater and everything about it, she was still attending classes at night to become a lawyer. She was in a constant state of exhaustion but still found that it was worth it. She got to meet some amazing people with more talent in their little finger than she felt she had in her whole body.  But that was alright, her skills were elsewhere.  

It didn’t surprise her when word passed in whispers that Betrayal would be making a run through Broadway. It was a good play, one of her favorites and it was exciting to have the chance to be a part of the production. It was true, she'd only be behind the scenes. It surprised her that they would be doing a run so soon after the play wrapped up in London but she didn’t think anything of it.  

That was until the whispers morphed into the same actors as the London run coming to New York to act, to do the play here. Mary was a fan of all three, if she was honest. Meeting them was something she had never expected, never dreamed of and now she was working with them. And that was as much of a dream as she had wanted it to be.  

It wasn’t like working with other big name actors. No, it took little time before it felt like working with a group of friends as each eased into the company of the other. It was surreal and yet she loved every single moment of it.  

~~~~~<3

Mary had surprised herself by growing close to the cast over the first few weeks. Autumn was quick approaching and she was sad to see summer go. That was the topic of their pre-show dinner a few nights ago and Tom had let it slip that he’d never been camping.  

She wasn’t one to let something like that stand and so they made arrangements to for her to take Tom camping. Thanks to the magic of online shopping and a few days to prepare, they were able to gather everything they needed. They were able to buy tents, sleeping bags and everything else without putting too much strain on his already packed schedule.  

The day in question arrived way sooner than Mary could mentally prepare herself for. But it was too late to back out now. She parked in a rented large black SUV with the back packed full of supplies near the back door to the theater. She had hot dogs, she had chicken, she had vegetables, she had bread and eggs and jam. Mary had everything she could think so and more.  

The rear passenger door opened and Bobby was rather unceremoniously plopped on the blanket she set on the seat for him. He looked at me with his big brown eyes and floppy ears as if she somehow could make the blanket into a proper throne.  

“You’re spoiled, you know that right?” Mary asked the rather adorable mass of brown fur and personality. He offered a soft ‘woof’ in response.  

“Darling, I’m free. Let’s make our getaway.” Plastered across Tom's face was a wide grin.  

“Let’s hurry, before your adoring fans spot you and you’re trapped forever signing things.” Mary laughed as she pulled onto the road and made the drive to the campground.  

~~~~~<3

The campground was out of the way and little known. With the cooling temperatures paired with it being the middle of the week kept many people away. They had the place almost completely to themselves. She parked at a secluded spot and stepped outside, it felt amazing to be so isolated.  

Living and working in the big city- the feeling of isolation was a rare thing and when Mary could get away, she savored the feeling. Stretching, her back popped in a way that sounded rather like popcorn when she gave it a little twist. Tom was making himself busy, unloading the back until it was empty.

“I’ll help you with your tent after I get mine up.” Mary slung one of the two tent bags over her shoulder with the intention of finding a smoothish place to set it.  

“I’ll do mine. There’s no need.” Tom’s voice came from behind her, his own tent slung over his shoulder.  

“You want it somewhere generally flat. Close to the fire pit is good but you don’t want it too close unless you wont to light it on fire.”

“Alright.” He nodded and set to work picking a spot and unpacking the tent.  

Mary ignored him as she worked on her own tent. It was a simple enough process. Put the pipes together, run them through the loops. It took time and was tedious enough but that was the worst of it. Off to the side, there was a sound that she tried to tell herself wasn’t what she thought it was.  

“Bloody hell.” The words were grumbled and heavy with annoyance.  

“What happened?” She regretted turning to look as soon as she saw. Tom managed to rip a massive hole through the side of the tent.  

“How did you manage- never mind.” She didn’t want to know. “Let me see it.”

There was a massive rip. When she turned it to get a better look, Mary discovered that there as a second rip. Both the side of the tent and the bottom were now blessed and holly.

“I can just sleep in the ca-”  

“Don’t you even.” She snapped. “The other tent is big enough. We’ll make do.”  

“Oh, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or-”

“It’s fine.”

She wouldn’t hear any argument from him so Tom stopped trying after a bit. Bobby was careful to keep close and well mannered enough. Tom still didn’t untie his long leash from the tree. While she spread sleeping bags out inside the tent, Tom milled about the camp, setting up folding chairs and pulling the cooler close.  

“Wanna get the fire going?” Mary called out from where she was, half inside the tent.  

“Sure.” Tom answered from where he stood next to the fire pit. His eyes focused on her as worked, admiring the view.  

“You do know how to start a fire, right?”

“Sure, sure.” He didn’t sound all that convincing. “I can probably figure it out.” Tom added under his breath as he broke open the wrapped bundles of wood.  

“What was that?” Mary called from inside the tent.

“Nothing, Darling.”  

She was on her hands and knees, spreading sleeping bags, blankets and battery lanterns. She arranged the pillows  at the head of the tent. It was then that she realized that she should have situated her feet be by Tom’s head but she wasn’t going to change things now.  

Tom set to work stacking wood in what looked like a decent formation and shoved some sticks and twigs under. Grabbing the long tipped barbecue lighter, he pulled the trigger, summoning the flame. Holding it under the sticks, he watched as one after another caught fire and rather quickly burnt out.  

“I thought you said you knew how to start a fire?” Mary asked, having crawled out of the tent and stood watching the last two twigs fail at catching the larger stack.  

“I said I could probably figure it out.” Tom grumbled and she could almost not make out the words.

~~~~~<3

They spent the next hour trampling through the woods. It was somewhat awkward at first, being so alone together but they soon found their rhythm. Mary showed Tom the types of moss she needed. It was one that would burn fast and hot. While they hunted through the undergrowth, they threw handfuls of leaves at each other.  

She had to admit, the sight of a handsome Brit picking through the forest, getting dirt and leaves on his neat dark jeans and navy sweater was something she didn’t think she would ever see. But he looked good out here, with the leaves starting to turn and the blue sky above him.  

When we finally returned to the camp site, we were well relaxed and full of smiles. Even Bobby had his fair share of forest leafs and dirt in his fur. He didn’t seem to mind however, he looked beyond pleased with himself. Bobby had gotten to chase bugs and sticks to his heart content.  

Mary demanded Tom kneel next to her as she deconstructed his failed pile of wood though he needed no urging. It was something she had found unique and unexpected to him. Tom was always eager to learn and it didn’t seem to matter to him what the topic was.  

He watched with interest as she balled up the moss around a center about the size of her fist filled with brittle broken twigs. Without fear of splinter, Mary grabbed portions of the log where the wood was splintering off and yanked them free. Each bit was thin and narrow. She crossed pushed those through the moss ball and crossed more over top along with ticker twigs and sticks- much to Bobby’s dismay.  

With a nod from Mary, Tom took the lighter and set flame to the ball of moss. It caught right away and spread. The ball was packed tightly but still burned through fast enough, fire catching the sticks inside and poked through. Unlike when Tom had attempted the first time, the fire didn’t wink out of existence. Some twigs and sticks did burn out before they could catch. Others held a hearty flame that spread to other sticks and slivers of wood.

When the moss had finished burning out and the flame remained, Mary set the smallest of the logs on the pile, leaning one end up. Tom was quick with another in his hand.

“Don’t you dare.” Mary hissed, though a smile remained on her face.  

“No?”

“Not yet. Let this one catch first.”  

They sat around the small fire. Once fire was steady and eating the underside of the first log, she directed Tom to use the small chunk in his hand to slide it over, toward the side of the pile before setting his down. The end of his log was resting atop the first one and again, he learned how important it was to wait as the fire caught and began eating the second log.  

Soon the fire was strong enough for a third and a forth, all leaning against each other and all placed in a way Mary had explained would leave them with a wide bed of coals.

Leaning back on her heels, Mary watched the fire. The sun was starting to set and the sky hadn’t yet really begin to change. There was a slight chill in the air but Mary was always a fan of a campfire.

She could feel Tom’s eyes on her and for a while, she pointedly ignored him. Finally, she snapped, “What?”

“You have bits of leaves all over in your hair!” Tom laughed, holding his hands up in defense. “Let me help you.”  

Tom’s long fingers delicately picked out leaf bits and small twigs. With the amount of care he used, she could almost forget that he was the reason for them in the first place.  

Reaching up, she pulled a nearly complete leaf out from one of the more wild curls of his hair. If he was cleaning her up, it was only fair she did him the same favor. She became suddenly aware of how close they were. She’d hardly touched Tom before, aside from a handshake when they had first been introduced and his warm hugs that he would offer everyone he knew.  

“So far, I think I like this camping thing.” Tom had a smile on his face but his voice was thick, heavy and she watched as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing.  

“We’ve hardly started.” She laughed and the spell shattered.  

~~~~~<3

Dinner was hot dogs over the fire as the sun set. It was far more romantic than it had any right being. It was simply a camping trip between two friends and coworkers who happened to be of opposite genders and with only one tent. Just because it looked like the perfect set up for a romcom didn’t mean it was one, right?

The fire, large and hot, managed to keep the bugs away from the intimidate area. Still, one didn’t have to go far at all to become a snack for the most annoying of the bugs. Both Mary and Tom however were content to stay fireside and trade stories of youths spent almost half a world apart.  

The moon climbed high as their laughter spilled out over the trees. Stars twinkled and crickets chirped. Hardly more than a chill clung to the air. The slightest of breezes rustled leafs high in the tree tops as Tom fell silent with a thoughtful look on his face.  

“What is it?” Mary tentatively asked, pulling a marshmallow tipped stick from the fire and blowing it out.

“You’re beautiful.” Be blurted out after a moment of consideration. The firelight managed to hide the blush that climbed his cheeks as words began to spill from him uncontrolled. “Uh, u-um I mean- the weather. It’s beautiful.” There was another moment of thought as Mary watched the wheels turning behind his eyes.  

“Tom?”

“Not that you’re not beautiful, because you are.” Again, the words came rushed and blurted. He looked surprised to have said them. Looking away from her for a moment, he carded his fingers through his ever growing curls before declaring, “I’m just gonna shut up.”

“Tom?” She again asked and his eyes reluctantly met hers.  

“Mary.” Her name sounded like it carried so much more meaning.

Hesitantly, carefully, his long fingers reached out for her and brushed her own. Tom leaned forward, slowly closing the gap between their folding camp chairs. Mary was moving just as slowly. Neither had really thought about it until that moment but it felt like it was something that was meant to be, that should have always been. In that exact moment it felt like something would always be.  

His lips brushed hers. She could feel the scratch of his neatly trimmed beard against her skin. Warm breath fanned over her and she was sure hers was doing the same. Each was testing, waiting to see if the other would pull back.  

When the tension became too much, it was Mary that again closed the short distance. Her lips were soft against his. Tom’s hand reached out as he leaned further over to rest against her. She sighed into his kiss and he very much felt like the luckiest man in the world in that exact moment.  

Well, until he was rather unlucky.  

The chair tilted and before he had a chance to catch it, down he crashed in the space between the chairs. Thanks to involuntary reflexes and the and already on her cheek, Tom reached down to brace himself with her unfortunately equally flimsy chair, causing her to tip as well.  

As Mary crashed down atop him, together they laughed as dirt and leaves once again covered them. It wasn’t the way one expected to realize she had fallen for the handsome Brit but Mary couldn’t imagine realizing she had fallen in love any other way. 

~~~~~<3

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original, percy jackson, pokemon, avatar, skyrim, fallout ;

I’m AJ! I lost a couple partners in the holiday craze, which is totally fine! Now I’m lookin’ for some RPs to head into the new year. If we had something lined up and things fell off the wagon, no sweat, just message me again and we can get the ball rolling again! :)

  For original settings: apocalyptic (zombie, disease, extinction event, whatever), supernatural (fantasy, urban, sci-fi, literally anything). For fandom universes: Percy Jackson, Pokemon, Avatar: The Last Airbender/Legend of Korra, Skyrim, and Fallout.

  Gonna run through my basic info and then onto the particulars. 💕

  ⥽ About Me ; ⥼

  • Name/Age ; AJ! 22! Finally!

  • Timezone ; CST! I don’t mind time differences, this is just so you know my general schedule.

  • Length ;  Depends on whether it’s novella or multi-paragraph. If m.para, around 3-5 minimum I guess? Novella would obviously be much longer.

  • Reply rate ; Varies depending on whether we’re doing multi-paragraph or novella. I can respond anywhere from every day to every other day or a few times a week to weekly depending on the writing style of the RP and my schedule.

  • OOC ;  I like getting to know my partners and sharing enthusiasm over our ideas and characters. Nothing hits quite like mutual investment! I like making playlists/pinboards/sending you videos or songs or memes that remind me of our characters!

  • Contact ; Strictly email for OOC and roleplay unless we’re using GDocs for the RP itself. You can find me at [email protected].

  ⥽ On the lookout for ; ⥼

  • Doubling ; Not a deal-breaker!! I just prefer writing a cast of characters, so this is something that’s more of a bonus. Ideally we’ll double, but I’m down for writing just one character each. Let me know how ya feel about it!

  • Will only write MxM or FxF ; MxF’s not my cup of tea (I’m extremely picky with it, fellow gays u know how it is). If we’re writing a cast of characters then I’m fine with having an MxF side couple. And I STRICTLY write OCxOC! Canon characters won't be found anywhere near this stuff, folks!

  • 20+ ; Partner’s gotta be 20+ even if we don’t write anything explicitly adult! I’m outta my teens now and don’t have any interest in writing with them. Same goes for characters. It’s a 20+ zone for both partners and characters ‘round here, folks!

  ⥽ Yes! ; ⥼

  • Smut ;  I enjoy writing it, but it’s not a deal-breaker if you’d rather fade to black.  All characters will obviously be adults. I expect versatile characters in bed by default, that way we’ve got an even route for playing roles in bed. Admittedly this shifts a bit depending on the character I write but for the most part, yeah, I stick to verses.

  • Face claims ; Spent a huge chunk of my roleplaying years on tumblr (it was very over-the-top and flowery and weirdly formatted and grossly difficult to read, I know I know), so having a face for characters stuck with me. If you don’t have any of your own and want good resources to find a face, I’ve got some recommended sites I can throw at ya! Not a deal-breaker, though, and for certain fandoms (Pokemon, Avatar) I actually prefer not to use realistic face claims so we can just opt outta that when writing in these universes.

  • Depth & growth ; Not a fan of one-dimensional characters or characters who act the same from beginning to end! People change with experiences and the people around them, so this is to be expected. ESPECIALLY when doubling with a cast. I loooove complicated characters growing together.

  • Plotting & Worldbuilding ;  *For original settings/worlds! I’m not picky with this if we’re working with a canon setting, so if that’s what you’re looking for, we can skip this section. I run into loooads of folks who say they do this when they really don’t. We’re writing an entire world together, so there’s some degree of effort involved! I need specifics to use as a start-off point for the roleplay and a general outline for where the story’s going. RPs that are just random, spur of the moment with writing as we go on tend to burn out REALLY quickly for me. I know not a lot of people are into this, so I’m sorry about that.

  ⥽ No! ; ⥼

  • Single paragraphs ; I’m not too picky with a lot of length a lot of the time, I just don’t mesh well with people who don’t write more than that. Go ham. I like my responses meaty!

  • Limits ; Abuse, nonconsensual/sexual assault, pedophilia, incest (includes step-relations, adopted relations, and that figurative like if one character essentially raised another or they were raised as family), weird age gaps, BDSM, any kind of master/slave or dom/sub dynamics.

  As for the goods, I’ve laid ‘em all out for you here! Keep in mind that while all of these are fun on their own, I’m definitely the type of writer who’s into mixing and matching. Sci-fi apocalypse? Fantasy apocalypse? Fantasy supernatural stuff? Sci-fi fantasy? Sci-fi supernatural stuff? Supernatural apocalypse? Period settings? Literally whatever you could think of, I’ll give it a whirl. The particulars down below are just to get the ball rolling and catch some interest, some asterisks for current cravings but I’m soooooo honest when I say that I’d love to write anything down below and won’t shoot you down if you come at me with stuff. Hit me up with whatever you’d like!

    APOCALYPSE: My bread and butter! Bro. I’m all about the tense, harrowing, and especially gut-punching when it comes to how close people become to survive together in quiet moments of a world they used to know. I’m a big fan of zombies, so that’s my loose preference. I loved Black Summer on Netflix – the earlier episodes, at least, as well as The Last of Us. That’s the kind of vibe I favor with zombies/zombie-like creatures. But, ofc, an apocalypse can be anything! I love writing different takes on the genre since there’s so much to cover. Extinction event, pandemic, impact event, monsters/beasts, man-made, whatever. The more creative the apocalyptic setting, the better, so I’d love to bounce some ideas back and forth. Not too into a nuclear apocalypse setting, since that overlaps a lot with Fallout down below. I’ve also had some ideas of a futuristic/sci-fi apocalypse that I’d love to tell you all about if you’re interested!

  FANTASY***: High fantasy, low fantasy, medieval fantasy, urban fantasy, whatever. Love dragons, love magic, love weird fantasy flora, definitely love the classic prince/princess x knight or commoner schtick. You want prophecies? I’m game. You want elves? I’m game. You want steampunk? I’m game. You want none of that and wanna do something else? I’m game, baby. The possibilities are endless. I’ve had two particular ideas floatin’ around in my noggin lately: an apocalyptic-fantasy that takes place in a medieval fantasy realm wherein an ancient curse/plague erupts across the land with horrifying zombie-esque symptoms (obv with more fantasy elements than just that) that involves a quest to try and awaken a god or two OR some magic journey to the heart of it all and out and end to it, and a modern fantasy involving a run-down summer camp secluded deep in the woods. Two new counselors (our characters) start working there over the summer and things slowly unravel from there, either with faerie stuff involving replacing campers/staff (definitely aiming for the freaky horror faeries as opposed to like, beautiful or only slightly unnerving faeries) or the camp being run by a secret cult that sacrifices campers/staff.

  SUPERNATURAL/PARANORMAL***: Vampires and werewolves and demons, oh my! Can’t go wrong with horror, especially can’t go wrong with comedy-horror. I’m more of the type to prefer humans and supernatural beings together in a ragtag duo type of way as opposed to two supernatural beings, but anything’s cool in my book. Medieval/fantasy setting for a dark fairytale vibe, urban/modern supernatural beings slinking in the shadows outside of the human eye, supernatural sci-fi stuff, mysteries and danger lurking around every corner? Seriously, it’s a great genre! Any and everything is fantastic. I’ve got a loose concept of demons/the Underworld I’d like to get into revolving around a human accidentally summoning a demon or making a really poor deal with a demon and the eventual threat of the opposite effect (humans who work with angels/angels who clean up demonic stuff) since I’m struggling with the worldbuilding of it, so applying all that to a roleplay to give it a whirl sounds like a great way to work out the kinks. Plus, c’mon. Paranormal romance. End of the world. Flipping the script on angels and demons with the demons being “good” and the angels being “bad” but really there’s more nuance to that since they’re two sides of the same coin. What’s not to love there? I’m a sucker for human/demon relationships and/or human/angel relationships, what can I say!

  PERCY JACKSON*****: I haven’t ever roleplaying this verse before, so this is completely new grounds for me. I’ve seen some fun takes on it, though! Scoured older ads but haven’t reached out to anyone because the posting time’s pretty old, but a couple ideas I’ve skimmed through sound fun. HP got a period take on it, so why not put that spin on PJ with a period setting rather than in modern times? Or just a regular modern setting. Y’know, keep it classy, keep it sexy, keep it fun! I’m definitely interested in life outside of camp since they’d all be adults. Life’s supposed to suck for demigods, so let’s get into that. I’ve only read the first series but I’m game to read more or look over the Wikipedia if it suits your fancy! I’m REALLY looking for a PJ RP, seriously, message me.

  POKEMON: Man, I just… miss Pokemon, dude, what else can I say? :( I miss fun adventures and goofy scenarios and taking a more serious or realistic route with threats. I’ve got a couple of ideas from heists to evil Elite Four members to Poke-Jurassic Park, but I’d love to hear anything you’ve got in mind!

  AVATAR*****: Alright, not gonna beat around the bush, I had a killer post-Korra RP setting like a year ago that died off early on and now I’m kinda itching to put it back into action! Basically this whole thing just revolves around our own Avatar and world/conflicts. Something before Aang could be fun too? Or a couple Avatars past Korra? There’s so many routes we could take this! And so many things we could bring in! I had an Avatar marathon with my brother this weekend and I just miss this universe. I’ve never actually managed to RP it before, so I wanna remedy that!

  FALLOUT***: Played 3, watched various playthroughs of New Vegas, 4, and working on 1+2! I’m a recent fan and I’ve fallen head over heels for it! I’ve got ten prepped OCs for this universe so feel free to take your pic once we get into contact! :D I think it could be fun if we make our own setting for this, but I’m so down for piggybacking off canon settings. I love the Mojave in particular, but everything’s cool in my book. I’ve also got a couple plot ideas, so I can tell you all about ‘em when we get into things!

  SKYRIM***: Well I’m a new Fallout fan so it should come to NO surprise that I’m new to Skyrim too. I recently got into it after someone recommended it to me and I’m having a blast playing the game on the Switch! I don’t have any particular ideas but I’d love to dip into the water here and see what comes of it. I’ve got a couple character ideas already so if I manage to rope anyone into this universe I’ll be one happy camper.

#multiple paragraph #long term #email #pokemon rp #smut rp #submission

[glass-closet]

I wanted to ask you, you’re sure that j2 are together now but do you think that on a certain period they broke up or had some big fights ? I ask that because I know that they are really strong together but I can’t imagine how hard this situation can be for them like if I was them I would be crazy.. Don’t you think that on a certain period they take a break or just wanted to give up ?

Anon 2: First of all you’re amazing person &your blog is the best and your answers it’s magnificent ,thanks for answering dear please keep doing that ,my question is we all heard that j2 talking about they never fight after their first fight? Do you think that’s true Maybe small arguments I remember few cons were both keep poking each other by words & maybe small tapping it was fun to watch I know they handle each other well&smile at the end but this makes them real to me,love to hear your opinion ❤️

Anon 3: J2 anon believer. I want 2 believe! Really! It’s simply luscious. Who wouldn’t want our boys 2 be happy? But some of the goings-on lead to questions, & there seems no safe place 2 pose & discuss, without being labelled troll. I tried 1x or 2x at spn-gos, but got horrible kickback. Luv your tumblr site, U seem 2 be way cool! Please keep it up. Here’s 1 of my questions: R they broken up? What the hell was going on last summer, based on their awkward behavior at CW NY event and even SDCC?

Hello, dear anons! 

Anon 1: There have been rumours that J2 broke up for a few months during the writer’s strike in season 3, but the research I’ve done can’t confirm or deny it. The word is that Sp*lo convinced Jared to put his career first, but that it didn’t stick (surprise surprise! ;) ) and J2 got back together rather quickly after that. Personally, I don’t know whether I believe in this or not. I’d rather have something more sturdy than rumours, but meh. Here we are. It was a long time ago anyway.

Anon 2: As for them fighting, I’m quite sure they argue like most couples do. I don’t believe the “one fight” they often mention is the only serious fight they’ve had, but that it’s the only one they can talk about due to the others being much more… personal in their nature. It’s very difficult to avoid conflict when you’re very close to another person. It’s just life! I’m pretty sure that at this point they’re able to talk their disagreements through pretty quickly and not let their issues fester.

Anon 3: I have to say that I understand why the anons reacted that way if you brought this topic up in there. I don’t know how closely you’re following the happenings in there, but a persistent group of trolls keeps trying to make us believe that the J’s broke up. They arrive whenever there’s an unpleasant situation going on and try to poison the minds of us supporters. PR wants us to lose hope and abandon the J’s because the things we say aren’t something they want out in public, and since nothing will convince us that they’re straight, they have adapted this strategy. 

It’s not working. We understand that there are times when the bearding is pushed stronger and that the J’s don’t always have it easy. I don’t expect them to be happy and giggly on every day of the year - their lives are unimaginably hard and they’re only human! However, that spark between them is as strong as ever and it’s clear to me - beyond obvious, actually - that they’re still together, making sure that love wins. 

Anon 3, I won’t call you a troll. I will only ask that you won’t fall victim to those forces that would have us believe something that’s so clearly a lie. Use your head when you come across these claims. Would a divorced couple act the way they do? When something that’s as glorious and right as the J’s have goes wrong, it goes spectacularly wrong. I see absolutely no evidence for that anywhere. 

Thank you all for your lovely words, sweet anons! I will keep your compliments close to my heart and summon them back whenever I have a lousy day. I hope you all have a lovely weekend in store for you. Keep being fabulous! 

#seraresponds #anon #j2 tinhat #tinhat talk

[astraldragons]

Part 3: Cruel to Be Kind

Part 1  Part 2 

Warnings: Vore mention and Niles being his usual teasing self.

A rather undignified shriek escapes your lips as you crash through the underbrush, narrowly avoiding the plodding footsteps of the enormous creature chasing you. Although the monster is huge and clumsy, and not particularly fast for something its height, the sheer size difference between the two of you alone is making the creature very difficult to outrun.

Not too long ago, you had been separated from the Heroes in the confusion of an attack- because of course the stupid Emblians would stage an unfair ambush at night in the woods- and now you were very much alone with a bloodthirsty monster trying to get its grubby, meaty fingers on you. Okay, well, I lived in this world longer than expected. I was pretty sure I was gonna die within the first few days, but I made it to week two, at least… You yelp in alarm as the creature makes a klutzy attempt at snatching you up, just barely managing to jump to the side in time. As you rush from the cover of the trees into a more barren clearing, you quickly chance a glance down at the ancient artifact tightly clutched in your hand. I’ve never tried this while running before, but I don’t really have any other options here…! Adjusting the Breidablik in your hands as you continue to run for your life, you swallow anxiously. Please let this work- please summon someone who can take this thing out-! You quickly point the artifact up to face the sky, nearly tripping over a knotted vine on the ground in the process. To your immense relief, Breidablik begins to glow before quickly shooting off a ball of glorious light into the air- silver, this time. Unfortunately, you don’t have time to sit and watch the process. You continue to run, praying that your action has potentially just saved your life. If not, well… It’d be the last summon you would ever make. Also unfortunately, the monster is gaining on you. A shriek escapes your lips as it makes another wild grab at your small form, but you barely manage to dodge, eliciting a howl of frustration from the nasty creature. If this thing tries again… I don’t think I’ll be able to dodge it again. With the creature this close, it’s like running near the epicenter of an earthquake: hard as hell and extremely terrifying. It’s slowing you down, enough so that you’re now in extreme danger of being within the beast’s range. It makes another attempt to grab at you. Your pounding heart suddenly lurches to a sickening halt. No. No. NO- A hideous roar booms through the air like a thunderclap, and a small gust of wind brushes against your back, indicating that the creature had just barely missed. A sudden, massive tremor rattles the ground, finally knocking you off your feet and sending you tumbling forward. You immediately try to scramble to your feet in a panic, looking fearfully towards the monster. But it’s no longer chasing you. Instead, it rests face-down on the ground, multiple arrow shafts sticking up from its mountainous back. You give it an incredulous look, panting heavily as you try to regain your breath. As an afterthought, you scoot backwards. The thing could still be alive, for all you knew. And then a flicker of motion in the distance, beyond the creature, catches your attention. A man comes into view, carrying a bow in one hand and resting the other hand on his hip. He appears to be looking the monster over, his nose slightly wrinkled with disdain at the sight of the dead creature. You simply gape up at the giant of an archer looming in the distance. You’re completely out of breath- and somewhat unsure of how this new Hero will react to you- so you don’t immediately speak up. Instead, you decide to look him over. His tan boots are a bit pointed at the ends, and said boots appear to go up to the man’s knees before flaring out. A long cloak gently sways and swishes around his legs as he idly surveys the creature and tugs his arrows free from its back. Although it’s a bit hard to see from this angle, you can vaguely make out a scarlet sheath strapped around his waist on his back- for the arrows, you assume. Overall, his body is… rather finely muscled, you note with a trace of embarrassment. His sleeves are skintight, proudly showing off the lean musculature of his biceps and forearms. His pale blue shirt is form-fitting as well, displaying the man’s natural, graceful curves. His face is turned away from you, but you can mostly make out the man’s chiseled jaw line. His shock of white hair covers his forehead, and partially covers his eyes- well, eye. His right eye appears to be covered up with an eyepatch. In conclusion, you muse, this is a very attractive man and he certainly knows it, from the way he confidently swings his hips as he walks, the way his lips tilt up in a hint of an arrogant smirk- “Heh. Enjoying the view, short stuff?” You squeak in surprise as the man starts sauntering over towards you, the smirk on his face growing. In no time, his boots are resting on either side of you, looming far, far above like a skyscraper. His arms are casually crossed, a rather smug look on his face. You have to lean back uncomfortably to look up at him, feeling a frown tugging at your own lips. A bit arrogant, isn’t he…? “...Ah- um. Th. Thank you? For saving me?” You stammer out uncertainly. He kneels down (finally) before letting out a sultry purr. “Oh, no need to thank me.~ You're just lucky I showed up before that nasty Faceless could catch you…” And then he taps a finger to his chin. “Ah, but now you’re stuck with me… what a shame.” You take a few hesitant steps back as you peer up at his face, suddenly getting an uneasy feeling in your gut. He’s planning something, and from the look he’s giving me, I doubt it’s anything good… Before you can back away any further, however, he grins and leans forward, placing his hand behind you and blocking your path. “Going somewhere?” You hesitate, stammering in confusion and alarm. “I- Um- Yes? Yes. I need to get back to the Order of Heroes-” “Mmhmhm… Order of Heroes, huh? Must be a long walk from here, unless this ‘order’ of yours enjoys setting up camp in creepy forests.” You pause again before nodding uncertainly. “It’s… Yeah. I got lost after an ambush, and after that monster came after me. That, uh… Faceless, you called it?” The man nods, humming a bit. “Yeah, a Faceless. Those nasty things are from my world. Buuut anyways, it’s probably not a smart move to go through the forest all by your lonesome, hmm? What say I be your… escort?” Before you can respond, his hand shifts and easily scoops you up as the man gets to his feet. You suddenly find yourself to be rather disoriented, sprawled out in the palm of this stranger’s hand and looking at his face upside-down. “Sayyy, I never caught your name, now did I?” He hums, glancing around at the surrounding forest. You blink, bewildered at being so suddenly picked up and then spoken to like nothing had just happened, before grunting and shifting to sit upright. “I’m Sam. I’m, ah- Kind of the resident summoner of the Order of Heroes.” “The name’s Niles. Former outlaw, current disgrace. Pleasure to meet’cha.~” You squint a little at that. ...Was that self-deprecating humor? Before you can think about it any further, Niles lifts you up a little closer to his face, his seemingly-ever-present smirk growing a tad bigger. “So you summoned me, huh?” You blink before hesitantly nodding. “Yeah, I, uh. I'm sorry about the sudden summon. I was kind of trying to avoid that Faceless, and I was desperate, and-” He holds up his free hand to silence you before shrugging. “Nah, it’s alright. Hardly the weirdest thing I've ever dealt with.” Then he taps a finger to his chin, a coy look on his face. “Although, aren't you a bit small for a summoner? I'm going to be honest here… you seem more the right size for a little snack than anything else…~” Your heart starts hammering in your chest, and a quivering stutter escapes your lips. “U-Um. What.” “Oh, yooouuu heard me. Heh, I wonder if you even taste like a snack, too~?” You quickly shake your head, your cheeks tinting a deep shade of red. “No. No, I don't. Please don’t-” Your frantic rambling is cut off as Niles suddenly leans forward, quickly swiping his tongue up the length of your body. A flustered, extremely panicked noise escapes your lips as you cough and try to wipe the saliva off of your summoner robes, simultaneously watching Niles with a mortified look on your face. The giant archer pauses, a mischievous gleam in his eye, as he slowly licks his lips. “Mmm… not bad, not baaad! A little sweet, a little salty… hm.~ But I really can't judge based on one tiny little taste, now can I?” Oh no. Ohhhh no no no. “No-! No, don’t- EEP!” Your protests are cut off once more as the man leans forward once more, taking his sweet time in running his tongue up your body. You actually get lifted off of his palm, just a little, before he finally pulls away and lets you drop back into his hand. As he licks his lips once more, humming to himself rather provocatively, you sputter and try to clean yourself off. Your face is horribly warm- you can tell that it must be cherry-red at this point- and you try to do your best to hide it. Niles grins down at you, using the index finger of his free hand to gently poke at your side. “Awww, is someone embarrassed~?” He coos. “Sorry about that… I just can't help myself around such a tasty little thing.” An irate, flustered noise escapes your lips as you try to shove his prodding finger away. “Don't-! Don't…” You pause before stammering anxiously. “Please don't eat me, I-I… I have to… The others… I-” He blinks before chuckling amusedly. “Ohhh, don't worry, short stuff… I’m not gonna eat you, tasty as you are. You just need to lighten up a little, you fussy little thing.~” You stare at him in disbelief. “You’re… you're not?” Niles grins deviously. “Heh, nah. I’ll escort you back to your precious Order or wherever. You diiiid summon me, after all. I’m just keeping you on your toes; the world is quite a dangerous place, especially for such a teeny little thing like you.” As he begins to walk into the forest, you hesitantly sit back down, an anxious frown on your face. I can't really tell if he's on my side or not, but… at least he's not trying to eat me, I suppose… You pause before glaring at the Breidablik in your hand. Fortunately enough, you’d managed to keep a grip on it in all the chaos.

I swear, you do this on purpose.

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