#poppet writes

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

If you don't mind a fic question, when Coppernob leaves Barrow does Poppet become a Sodor engine?

I don't. And no! Poppet would be lowkey offended at the idea of transferring to No-Where.

She has occasionally taken a train out to Crovan's Gate or Norramby to cover a failed engine, though. So she has gotten over the bridge and gotten a look at things.

It's fine, but she would never want to leave Barrow. And she didn't.

#chatter #poppet things #bird at barrow central #there is a whole essay one could write about furness engines' attitudes towards sodor by class and as they develop over time lol

[mcdonaldsnumberone]

ATTABOY!

kitsune au bachira

gender neutral reader

Bachira first reveals himself to you not in his true form, but rather, he comes to you in the form of a playful fox. The priests and sacred maidens in the shrines always advised you to treat animals with kindness and reverence, no matter how inconvenient they might be, as they were all envoys of the gods. All forms of life were to be treated with respect and mercy, and while you considered yourself to be a fairly obedient worshiper, this particular fox seemed to hold quite the attachment towards you. You didn’t think much of him at first, only assuming him to be an odd furball, but you were quickly proven wrong.

It’s impossible to miss Bachira as a fox. His sheer black fur sparkles and shimmers brilliantly under the sunlight, and its dark color provides the perfect cover for him to slink around when it’s dark. The underside of his face is streaked with patches of yellow that remind you of the glimpses you would steal at rich people’s gold accessories, and the fox always trots after you once you start up a habit of pampering him with spare snacks and a generous amount of pats. He loves swatting at your ankles or biting your fingers playfully, constantly vying for your attention no matter how busy you might be.

You would have never imagined the boyish creature that was more of your pet than an actual fox would be more than what he made himself out to be. Bachira reveals his true form to you during your hour of need—almost like a reward for your diligence and altruism towards him. Just when you think you have no way out, the trickster-like animal disappears in a cloud of smoke. When a gentle yet reassuring hand clamps down on your shoulder and an oddly familiar figure emerges from the darkness, the streaks of honey-gold in his hair is absolutely unmistakable. This is your dear fox in the flesh. Only he isn’t a fox; he’s a kitsune.

Bachira becomes so much more playful once he’s revealed his true form to you, and while he has to be more careful about showing himself to you, he visits much more frequently than he might have beforehand. He makes sure to only pop up whenever he knows you’re alone. His favorite is spooking you in his fox form in daytime, trailing after you while he tries to steal your attention as many times as he can, and letting you unwind in his lap once the two of you are alone together at night. You’re one of the rare humans that he allows to touch his plentiful tails, and he giggles as if it tickles when your hands travel a bit too close to the base.

A god like him doesn’t have any need for sleep, but there’s something so intimate and sweet about holding you in his arms as the moon makes its daily journey across the star-speckled sky. It’s his way of keeping you safe and within his reach, caring for you as if you were his little pet this time around. He loves wrapping you up in his soft tails, cradling you close to his chest while you doze off. Bachira adores knowing that he’s the last person you see when you close your eyes and that he’s also the first one you see when you open your eyes the next morning. He’ll always be there to greet you with a wide grin and a daring bite at your nose. Even when you grumble and swat at his arms, Bachira never fails to respond with a loud giggle and big hug to start your day off.

Even when he can’t be around, Bachira makes sure that you know he’s watching over you. You’ll come back home to find all of your chores taken care of (albeit you realize your poor sheets have fox fur all over them and that all the pineapples you've been saving have disappeared) and that you’ve been having inexplicable levels of good luck recently. When you confront the kitsune about it, he’ll play dumb and pretends he has nothing to do with it, even though you both know it’s his way of marking you as his favorite. While you might say you don’t need it, it’s still exceptionally heartwarming to know that such a powerful spirit would go out of his way to care for you and make sure nothing harms you.

A love between an immortal and a normal human is difficult, but something about loving Bachira comes so easily. Even as the average person’s faith in beings like him fade in and out with the dregs of modern society, your heart holds nothing but affection towards him. Bachira swears he’s never going to let you go; when the time is right, he’ll stretch his hand out to you and whisk you away to a paradise filled only with spirits like him. And there, he’ll find his happy ending with you by his side—the elusive figures of a satisfied kitsune and his devoted partner weaving in and around the edges of myths and urban legends in centuries to come.

“Hey, heyyyyyy! I’m bored! Quit staring at all these weird papers. I wanna do something fun! Being stuck inside the house is soooo boring, and there’s all these cool things around us we can look at! It’ll be more fun if you come with me! Let’s go, let’s go!”

x

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bachira meguru #x reader #my writing #poppet this one goes out to you <3

[marblemoovt]

Hi, I promise I'm not dead yet. It's the holiday season and I'm working a lot more shifts at my part-time job than I normally do. Still writing the buildup to the fluff, but I promise it's going to be worth it.

Have a snippet of a text conversation from the fic:

Simon💀: ETA 3 hours from now. Have you eaten yet, Poppet?

You bite your lip and grin. Can’t he just say what he means? Your thumbs fly across the screen as you type your reply. 

Poppet🧸: I’m cooking breakfast now. Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?

You hit send and attach a picture of the stovetop. The egg is nearly done so you turn off the heat, and the toaster clicks a beat later. Your phone tickles your hand, and you eagerly read Simon’s response. 

Simon💀: You got the appetite of a mouse. And negative. I can take a taxi. 

You chuckle and make a mental note to look for the car keys later. 

Poppet🧸: Ok, I’ll pick you up in 3 hours. 

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #cod mwii #cod mw2 #I would die if this man called me poppet #I hope this gets done by Christmas #There's also Christmas fluff I wanna write for Price #But I think that will be late

[felicitea-bag]

CW, some spoilers if you haven’t caught up with all the currently released episodes /mentions of murder etc

Is it the best idea to stare at a beacon at two in the morning when you have a lesson to teach soon? Probably not.

Nevermore: A dull and gloomy land for the half dead’s. The only bright thing about this place was the giant beacon that you can’t even see unless your near the Nevermore Academy observatory. This particular beacon seemed to be the only thing you could focus on.

The night was quiet yet beautiful, the Nevermore sky was the probably one of the only things that you missed—You defiantly don’t get this type of view in the land of the dead. It was dangerous to be sitting on the roof of observatory that was high above the ground and could potentially lead to a fall if one was not careful but it was hard to be afraid of death when you already experienced it. The only sound to be heard were crickets and a distant sound of a raven.

“Y/N, it’s late. You’re supposed to be in bed.”

You turned your head towards the person who interrupted the silence and found Mourn, one of the deans at Nevermore Academy leaning against the window sill. Usually your first thought would be ‘God, he looks handsome’ but right now it was ‘God, this is horrible timing’

“Hypocritical of you isn’t it? You’re not in bed either.” You responded while crossing your arms.

“I was simply checking on you. A student reported that they saw you sneaking around campus.”

“Aw, you’re worried about me? I would have never expected that from the gloomy twin” Y/N teased, followed by a small chuckle.

“Don’t be ridiculous Y/N. Joking around could get you fired.”

You scoffed. “ You said the same thing when I was a student here.”

You used to be a student at Nevermore Academy, trying endlessly to win a second chance at life but in the end, you failed and were banished to the land of the dead where you were cursed to spend all of eternity wandering as a spectre. So imagine your surprise when you woke up on the train bringing you to Nevermore so you could be recruited as a teacher. 

When you came back, Nevermore didn’t change much unless you count the fact your old friend Poppet was now a teacher and those obnoxious twins were now the deans but overall it was still the dreadful graveyard you are now bound to.

“Well then.” Mourn said as he suddenly appeared next to you which is something in your long life you still didn’t understand. “Care to tell me why you’re up here so late?”

You looked at his usual scornful face then back at the beacon and sighed. “ I was thinking about my student years here.”

Mourn looked at you with what seemed like curiosity, you couldn’t tell. “I thought you hated this place, why would you want to spend time reminiscing about a time you hated?”

“I suppose…I wish i’ve done things differently. I was so caught up in surviving I didn’t realise how much I hurt others.” You said while averting your eyes away from Mourn’s.

“That’s how all humans work though, is it not? You have to hurt others to survive.” Mourn replied. You felt slight annoyance towards his apathetic reply. You know he had a very different life than yours but still, how could he say such thing?

“You say that just because you grew up seeing students sabotage others to get what they want.” You said while meeting his gaze. “There’s more to human life than constant rage and selfishness!”

You pause for a moment. 

“ I may have been the selfish one but I certainly had good friends who helped me through this game, friends who helped me just because.” You said softly. “And- And I payed them back by killing them…”

The silence followed by that was sad to say the least. You guess you can’t really be not upset when talking about killing your own friends but you took the time to look up at Mourn’s expression. He looked at you with an expression you could only recognise as sympathy though you felt like there was something more to it. 

He reached for you then put his hand onto yours and your heart felt like it was about to burst and you could feel your body getting hotter and hotter by the second. “I’m sorry you went through that, Y/N.” At this point, tears were falling down your cheeks and you felt as you suffocating as you tried to speak.

After you calmed down a bit you asked “why do you care anyways? You would would be amused by us ‘merciless humans’ breaking down.” You looked away and buried your head in your knees, hand still under Mourn’s. Then Mourn Used his other hand to pick your chin up and cup your face.

“I’m sorry for my previous comment, I guess I never tried to see things from the a regular human’s perspective.” He said while wiping your tears away with his thumb. “Life just isn’t as precious to beings like me and Merry but I suppose I should have been more careful with my assumptions.”

You were blushing hard.

This was weird, usually the twins would be scheming absolute chaos just for their amusement—they were cruel—but yet, here mourn was: wiping your tears with an expression of longing on a star filled night at two in the mourning on the roof nonetheless. You didn’t understand.

Mourn’s face slowly got closer to yours, inch by inch he got closer with his hand still cupping your face. “Please don’t feel upset, it’s a devastating sight to see tears ruin your beautiful face.” For the first time in forever, you felt as if everything was okay as Mourn slowly got even closer until he kissed your lips.

Oh

Oh

Now you understand. 

Mourn pulled away and put his hand over his mouth. “I’m sorry- I don’t know what came over m-” You grabbed hIs collar and pushed him against the roof’s surface and kissed him again to shut him up. Mourn’s White and black eyes widened out of shock.

5 seconds.

It took 5 seconds for Mourn to process what was happening, to process that the kissed they spent nights awake thinking about, to process they were kissing them back, to process that the person he thinks about ever moment he can might like him back, to process such a lively and admired person could like such a dreary and gloomy being like him.

“For the love of God Mourn, i’m literally in love with you and you kiss me after I talked about my dead friends? You really are a man capable of impressively terrible timing.” You said. You and Mourn stared into each other’s eyes for a moment then both of your mouths flicker into a smile.

Ever since then, Nevermore didn’t seem as dull as it was before.

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“Oh my! How adorable!” Poppet said cheerfully while clasping her hands together excitedly. “I’m delighted that both Y/N and Mourn found happiness and love in each other, it’s so sweet! You must be so proud of him, Merry. Aren’t they cute together- Merry?”

Merry’s face was against the window with a face full of disbelief, he looked defeated. “My brother got a partner before me! How could this be?!” Merry said before taking a dramatic exit.

Poppet sighed and continued fawning over the new couple on her way out. “Love is such a beautiful thing, perhaps one day i’ll get to experience it for myself!” She said enthusiastically. 

A/N: It's been so long since I actually wrote something and published it. I hope it doesn't disappoint to greatly though I am writing this because of lack of merry and mourn (also last part was merry x poppet foreshadowing?)

Also if anyone could like give me feedback or some writing tips because I feel like I've gone out of character and idk what to do

#mourn nevermore #merry nevermore #ms poppet nevermore #mourn x reader #nevermore webtoon #my writing #fanfiction #webtoon #it’s literally 1 am #my back hurts

[thimbledoll]

Poppy's Purpose

CW: Abuse, neglect, needles

Not for the first time, Poppy thought to themself, “Which is worse, the sting of the first needle’s bite or that of the hundredth’s?” They’d hardly finished the thought before their Witch inserted the hundred and first.

Once the pain had subsided, they continued internally, “On the one hand, it’s always surprising just how easy it is to forget how much that first needle hurts.” Prick. “On the other, they just get worse and worse as she goes on…” Prick.

Whichever it was, the doll couldn’t be sure. Prick. All they knew was that the pain of having their Witch wound them over and over again with that expression of sheer malice on her face was the worst pain of all. Prick. She never had a reason for these sessions that the doll could discern. Prick. She’d just dress Poppy up in rags or wigs they’d never seen before and stab at their clothen body with such spite and animosity she never showed her other dolls. Prick. No, they never had to suffer these sessions. Prick. As best Poppy could tell, it wasn’t ever for anything they had even done. Prick. “But if that’s this one’s Purpose, there’s no helping it…” Poppy thought to themself.

Finally, without a word of gratitude or remorse, the Witch unceremoniously dropped her doll to the desk she worked at. The pain of all the needles rattling through Poppy’s body at once as they hit the wood was their Witch’s signal that their session was over; their Purpose had been fulfilled. Closing the door without regard for how the heavy thud resonated through Poppy’s ragdoll form and shook the needles once more, they were left to clean up after their Witch’s work.

The going was slow and agonizing, pulling each needle out one at a time. It was all Poppy could do to not collapse after pulling one out. The reminder that the needles would jostle inside Poppy once more if they did fall over was all that kept them upright. It was a predicament that never failed to make them wonder why they’d been Made with the ability to feel pain. The possibility that it was another piece to their Purpose was the best Poppy could guess at. The possibility that Poppy was simply Made to suffer was the worst they could guess at.

So long was this process that night inevitably fell, leaving Poppy to continue their seemingly endless extrication by candlelight. Pull. Rest. Pull. Rest. Pull. Rest. It wouldn’t be until the moon was visible high in the night sky through the atelier’s open window that they finally freed themself of the final fixture. It also wasn’t until then that Poppy realized they weren’t alone.

Drawn to the room by the light of the candle’s flame, a lone moth sat atop the lantern’s lip, staring down at Poppy. She wore a quizzical expression as her wings lazily flapped for balance, leaving a thin film of dust on the glass lens of the lantern. Without any regard for privacy or propriety, the moth asked, “Why do you do that?”

Poppy wasn’t sure whether to reply, much less how. Their Witch had always said not to talk to moths. She’d called them “psychopomps of the Unreal,” whatever that meant. But then again… she’d never told Poppy not to talk to moths, it was simply an instruction they had heard the other dolls receive. Poppy considered themself lucky if their Witch ever spared a word for them…

In the absence of any direct instruction though, it seemed to Poppy that they were free to do as they pleased. Besides, it would be rude to ignore the moth, they figured. “This one isn’t quite sure they understand your question. Why does this one do what, exactly?” Poppy inquired.

The moth flitted down from her vantage point, getting much closer to Poppy’s personal space than they’d prefer, her face mere inches from Poppy’s own. “Put up with it,” she answered unhelpfully.

“Put up with wh-what?” It would have been hard for Poppy to work out the moth’s meaning under normal circumstances, but she was now using her antennae to feel up Poppy’s body. The sensation of her bristly appendages running over the rough cotton used in Poppy’s construction sent chills up their stitching. Poppy fearfully considered the possibility that they were being sized up for a snack.

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Her eyes stared unblinkingly into Poppy’s shining buttons as her antennae continued whatever it was they were doing, hastily running over their chest, their neck, even their face. It was all Poppy could do to answer her question.

“Oh, that… This one… supposes it does. But if that’s this one’s Purpose, then there is no helping it.” Poppy couldn’t help but wonder why they were being so forthright with this strange creature. It must have been her unusual demeanor, throwing Poppy off-balance.

She began to maneuver around Poppy, putting her hands on their shoulders, her feelers wrapping around their head, her mouth closing in right next to where their ears would be, had they been anatomically correct. Poppy stood transfixed to the spot, unmoving, though only for lack of the ability to shiver or quake. Breathily, the moth whispered, “But there is.”

“How?” Poppy’s response carried the same eagerness as a man overboard clawing at a lifeline.

There was a hunger in the moth’s voice as she answered, “Change. Remake. Metamorphose. Take your pick.”

“This one can… change…?” Their Witch would never approve of it. It was lunacy to think of it. Heresy, even. A doll existed only for their Witch’s needs… or so their Witch had said. Yet the possibility called to them.

“If you want to,” she replied, inching even closer to Poppy’s backside, ever so slightly tightening the grip her feelers held on their head.

Slowly, carefully, trepidatiously Poppy gave the slightest of nods. That’s when the moth took her first bite. _______________________________________________________

By morning, Poppy’s memory of their chance encounter would be nothing but vague wisps of distant dreams. Leaving them alone on the office table, dazed, confused, and slightly smiling, the moth declared to no one in particular as she flitted out the open window, “Purpose really is the best midnight snack.”

For once, Poppy was not in pain. For once, Poppy was Still.

End 🧵

#empty spaces #dollposting #mothposting #microfiction #fiction #voodoo doll #poppet #my writing

[wolfeyedwitch]

as a follow up to the bthb …. stitches :))) since they are already talking about the rather questionable medical treatment Bailey received

Pariah Prisoner, Part 5

No. 11 “911, WHAT’S YOUR EMERGENCY?”

Sloppy Bandages | Self-Done First Aid | Makeshift Splint

Sorry for everyone whose ask came before this one. I promise I will answer them all; it just won't necessarily be in any kind of sensical order.

CW for: major character injury, injury reveal, blood, medical treatment, implied past torture, stitches, minor shock/dissociation (Zera is not having a good time). Let me know if I missed any tags, or if you'd like to be added to the taglist!

Masterlist

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Zera honestly couldn’t tell you how the group had made it back to their base. They’d had a head start, given that none of the villains were willing to follow them through their rather extreme means of egress, but still.

Their memories from their landing all the way to the medbay were an adrenaline-soaked mess. Random details stuck out perfectly (Poppet—Bailey?—pulling the knife from their side; the feel of blood soaking through the hasty, sloppy bandages; the ache in their legs from running and the cold prickle of fear along their spine), while anything coherent remained out of their grasp. They only tuned back into their life when Bailey(?) was taken from their arms. 

Zera grasped them tighter for a second, unwilling to let anyone hurt their rescuer. They would- would—

“Zera, stand down,” Elijah said gently. “We’re back in Hero HQ. We’re in the medbay. Maeve needs Poppet laying down so she can examine them.”

Zera nodded unsteadily, feeling like a poorly carved wooden doll: all splinters and stiff joints. With Elijah’s help, they got Poppet-Bailey settled on one of the beds.

“Is-” Zera started, looking around. “Are you okay? How’s Luke? Where’s Luke? Did-”

“Breathe,” Elijah said, tone somehow even more gentle. He led them to a chair that they more or less collapsed into. “Luke’s fine, nothing more than scratches that a band-aid can handle. He didn’t want to be here.”

Zera made a face at that.

“I’m fine too,” Elijah continued, a small smile on his face. “Again, just minor things. The only one who got physically hurt was Poppet.”

Zera blinked. Then blinked again. If their brain would start working again, that would be great. “Physically hurt?”

Elijah’s smile turned sad. “I mean you, Zera. You were a million miles away just now; you had me worried.”

Zera looked away from him, over to where Maeve examined Poppet-Bailey with glowing hands and a practiced eye.

The sound of a chair being dragged across the floor snapped Zera’s attention back to Elijah. He’d brought one close enough that he could sit while continuing to talk with them.

“What’s going on?” he asked. “I know you, Zera. You’ve got something running through your head. Is it about Poppet?”

“Bailey,” Zera said.

“What?”

Zera shook their head, trying to kick-start their brain’s higher functions. “They said their name is Bailey,” Zera continued.

“They told you their name?” Elijah asked, sounding as incredulous as Zera felt. In their line of work, names and identities were either well known, like with heroes or villains that didn’t care to keep a secret civilian identity, or a carefully guarded secret. None of Slipknot’s associates fell into the former category— Poppet included.

Zera nodded woodenly. Their tone was thick when they continued. “And it isn’t just that they told me. It’s how they said it. It was like… God, it was like it was a relief to say it out loud.”

Both heroes turned to look at the unconscious villain then. 

“I think they were telling the truth,” Zera said. “I don’t know what happened to them, but I don’t think they were there by choice. Not really.”

“Not an informed choice, anyway,” Elijah said thoughtfully.

Zera thought of how Bailey had talked about themself, the loathing in their voice when they called themself Slipknot’s toy. 

“They got hurt because of us,” they said, voice low and hoarse. “They were rescuing us. And their own teammates stabbed them for it.”

Warmth spread over their knee. They looked down to see Elijah’s hand covering it. 

“We can’t change what’s happened, Zera,” he said. It was a phrase he’d told them on many occasions.

“We can only move forward and learn from it,” Zera said, completing the phrase. 

“Over here, you two,” Maeve called tiredly.

Zera and Elijah joined her at Bailey’s bedside. 

“I fixed the internal damage,” she said, pointing to a still-open wound in Bailey’s side. “The knife nicked some blood vessels and punctured their lung. I healed the pneumothorax and the internal bleeding, but that’s all I can do for now.” She sounded apologetic, as though it were her fault she was still recovering from using her powers to patch the group up after their last disaster.

“Will they pull through?” Elijah asked.

Maeve nodded. “They should. I’m going to start an IV to help replace the blood they lost, and stitch up the last of that wound. That’s not why I called you over, though.”

She gently rolled Bailey onto their uninjured side, exposing their bare back. 

Zera’s breath caught at the sight. 

Bailey’s back was a patchwork of cuts and bruises layered over a lattice of scar tissue. If Zera didn’t know better, they’d say it looked like…

“Fuck,” they said quietly. “They said. They said the guests ‘got a little rough’, at Slipknot’s last party.”

It looked like Bailey had been whipped. 

“These are at least two days old,” Maeve said. “They had time to scab over, then re-open. They were cleaned and bandaged, but nothing more than that for treatment. Some of these could have used butterfly closures at minimum, and preferably stitches. I would say that Poppet treated these themself.” 

Elijah and Zera shared a look, his grim, theirs horrified. If they’d needed more proof that Bailey wasn’t an entirely willing participant in Slipknot’s schemes? Well. Here it was.

“I’m too tired to figure out what you’re not saying at the moment,” Maeve said. “Right now, I need steady hands— and someone who’s not coming off an adrenaline high, don’t even think about it Zera— to help me document all this.”

Elijah sighed and nodded, probably thinking about all the paperwork this was going to cause. “Right. I’ll send Iris.”

“I’m staying,” Zera said. 

Both senior heroes stared at them. They did their best not to squirm under the scrutiny.

“I won’t get in the way!” they said, probably losing the battle not to sound defensive. “And I won’t offer to do anything, not that you’d even accept. I just… I wanna make sure they’re okay.” 

They sounded more pathetic than they’d really like to admit at that admission. That was probably what made the senior heroes let them stay. 

Zera did as promised. They didn’t try to help with the procedures or the documentation. They did go ahead and fetch the materials Maeve would need—  saline solution, gauze, bandages, suture kit— but then they were a good little hero and sat down, out of the way. 

Iris and Maeve managed to photograph what must have been every cut and bruise on Bailey’s body before Maeve started on the stitches. She took out hemostats and a curved needle, maneuvering them with precision in her gloved hands. Zera couldn’t remember the medical name for the stitch at the moment, but they knew the sewing name for it: whip stitch.

Whip stitch. For some reason, it was almost unbearably funny. Whip stitch, for someone who’d been- been—

And then it wasn’t funny. Not in the slightest. The laughter they’d been holding back transmuted into sobs.

Just what kind of hell had their nemesis been put through?

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#whumptober 2022 #whumptober #whumptober2022 #no. 11 #sloppy bandages #self-done first aid #lunar manages to write and publish the whumptober entry on its actual day its a miracle #bthb #stitches bthb #stitches #medical care #medical treatments #implied past torture #blood #major character injury #injury reveal #with bloody outstretched hands #bailey the villain #bailey aka poppet #shock #dissociation #basically zera isn't dealing well with the adrenaline and everything after this experience and is in a bad headspace #zera the hero #zera aka foxfire #maeve the medic #elijah the leader #elijah aka tempest #maeve aka airmid #iris the engineer #iris aka spark

[antiv3nom]

im gonna write a fic over break or die trying istg

#random ramblings #poppet touches the sea #ITS GOTTA HAPPEN!!!!!! #NOW THAT I HAVE THE TIME ITS GOTTA #legitimately considering opening up some sort of writing requests just so i can deal with fucking writers block man #grips face. i have the motivation but not the CONCRETE IDEAS #RAAAAHHHHHH #anyways

[sculpture-in-a-period-drama]

Writer culture is being more obsessed with little seemingly random details in books you're reading because you know it's put in there for a reason

#writing #writeblr #writing memes #bookblr #reading memes #i'm reading the night circus and widget is telling poppet that story about a tree #and it is KILLING me because i know the author's including this for a reason #i just don't know what #i don't have the mind of a theorist

[fernthewhimsical]

Also finished a ritual that I started during the solar eclipse earlier this month. Hoo boy! Some pretty intense anger and sadness got released. Glad Wildmom was with me for support.

#wildmom is what I sometimes call #nehalennia #it was a poppet ritual #i might write it out #not sure yet

[sins-of-the-sea]

One single poppet holds up a flower while standing on a rail before the wind blows and knocks it down. It falls into the water!

And right away, La Demonia Roja undoes one of her cables to catch it before it’d get wet, bringing it back up. No one goes overboard in her watch! Not even a literal string and cloth doll!

#have something cute #[La Demonia Roja] #sometimes I just want to write the boat and the poppets just doing things

[sasster]

Cylion what exactly is it about Poppet that warranted the title of nuisance? Is it personality or some specific behavior done in the past?

"Have you not had the pleasure of meeting him yet?"

>His smile is fond, but you can NEVER tell that to Somnia. It'll go right to his head.

"I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise."

#poppet is somnia if i didn't make that clear #cylion #dis-asterism #askter #uhhhh i love writing for siblings your honor

[rose-tea-and-strawberries]

when their tsum courts their crush

I write reader as female

Masterlist

♠️ DEUCE SPADE ♠️

i love the fact that tsum tsum deuce is basically delinquent deuce, only smaller and cuddlier

like deuce explains, he’s very aggressive and quick to anger - it has no impulse control and can and will fight (i.e. headbutt/drop itsy bitsy cauldrons on) anyone 

like, unlike its human counterpart, it doesn’t even pretend to behave or be seen in a positive light, let alone act like the model student deuce is aiming for

but, like all things, there is an exception - and that, dear prefect, is you

you see, tsum deuce is an absolute terror to everyone - everyone except you

in fact, the second it sees you entering the rose maze (trey had you on speed dial the second tsum deuce appeared - everyone say ‘thank you, trey’) it comes bounding over to you and just leaps into your arms

and it just…stays there, all happy and content

and you just look down at this tiny, happy little angelic bean in your hands whilst every single person in heartslabyul is just gawking at how this demon just did a complete 180 degrees personality flip the second you showed up

human deuce is absolutely red faced and has suddenly become very interested in the grass whilst everyone is just giving him the biggest side eyes

so you, being the kind-hearted, altruistic person you are, just smile at the bean in your hands and cheerfully inform everyone that you wouldn’t mind babysitting tsum deuce until crowley finds a way home

everyone except deuce (and grim) is happy with this development

now human deuce already finds it hard to talk to girls but he especially finds it difficult whenever you’re around because he’s literally got the biggest crush on you and has been dying to confess but is way too shy to

but tsum deuce? tsum deuce has no such inhibitions

it will cuddle and snuggle and nuzzle up to you, rubbing against your cheek as it sits on your shoulder or hands as it rests in your palms

tsum deuce likes to grow big so that it can 1) be carried around in that child hug carry that parents do and 2) sit on your lap like a bond villain cat so that you can stroke its head and body

human deuce is not happy with either of these

like tsum deuce is just basking in your endless affection and endeared giggles whilst deuce is suffering so much that even ace gives him somewhat-sincere consoling pats on the back whenever you’d call the little tsum ‘sweetheart’ or ‘dear’ or ‘poppet’ or ‘darling or ‘angel’ or ‘cutie’ - and the list goes on…

what’s worse is that whenever you’re not looking it gives the most deadliest glare to its counterpart and when you turn around it looks back at you like ♡✧(^ ᴗ ^)✧♡

like deuce knows that he’s supposed to keep his head down and nose clean like a good little honour student but his delinquent switch is wobbly on even the best of days and seeing you be so happily touchy-feely with that smug little rascal really does not help those buried instincts

don’t get him wrong, he’s flustered beyond belief at the sight of you being so affectionate to his lookalike but his annoyance and jealousy take precedence 

it all comes to a head when the cheeky bugger decides that its had enough of just receiving your kisses and just full on plants his ‘mouth’ on your lips

it takes everything in deuce to not full on punt it into the sun - especially when you look so flustered as a result, a gorgeous blush spreading across your features as you giggle at the little thing

deuce narrows his eyes - game on

❤️ ACE TRAPPOLA ❤️

@disney when are we getting tsum tsum ace? He’s the only first year to not have a marketable plushie

now ace has no problem with you being affectionate to his tsum

at first

you see ace and his tsum get along very well since they have very similar personalities

the two knaves of hearts just love causing trouble and making mischief together 

but being so similar means that at some point they’ve got to clash 

and clash they do >:)

when you come strolling in, tsum ace happily greets you and you, having been filled in on the situation (“thank you, Trey”), are more than happy to keep it entertained so you pet it and coddle it and dole out your sweet affection

and, honestly, it was a huge ego boost to see his crush being so sweet with a smaller version of himself 

of course, he’s going to be all ace about it and tease you like “why are you so affectionate with mini me? do you have a crush on me or something? don’t worry, i understand - i guess i’m too irresistible even as a tsum” with his signature grin

but then the novelty is very quick to wear off when practically all of your attention is being given to the little bean - especially when he realises that his tsum has just as big as a crush on you as he does, and he’s very quick to act on it

like human ace, tsum ace flirts by peacocking, living off of your praise like it’s the oxygen it breathes

and unlike human ace, tsum ace doesn’t tease you, which kind of gives him a head start 

basically tsum ace is an ace who doesn’t hide his insecurities and feelings for you behind a guarded wall of playful teasing and fake carelessness

it would show off by doing card tricks for you, using its own miniature deck it got from seven knows where to do all sorts of tricks - that do genuinely impress you 

and with every successful trick you’d clap your hands with stars in your eyes and fondly coo at it

and it would eat all of your praise up – with every flirty behaviour you would enable it with more positive reinforcement, spurring it to get bolder and bolder and ace is absolutely dying next to you

ace has a habit of ruffling your hair so tsum ace likes to sit on your head as you go about your day and everyone can swear they see sparkles surrounding the two of you

(ace doesn’t notice because that’s what you look like to him anyway)

you even gave mini ace the glacé cherry on the iced bun you had for dessert that day, hand-feeding the sweet fruit right into the little tsum’s mouth right in front of Ace’s cherry pie (and no, not even the taste of his favourite food can wash away the bitterness corroding his tongue at the sight of you and his tsum getting all buddy-buddy, not when something so much sweeter is just out of his reach)

quit paying attention to it! doesn’t it have its own y/n to flirt with?!

then, at one point, tsum ace has conjured up a tiny rose and has gifted it to you

“for me,” you smile at the tsum and the tsum nods, happily jumping up and down in front of you, “oh you shouldn’t have.”

you carefully take the rose from the tsum and gently pick the tsum up and place a kiss right on its head

“thank you, tsum ace,” you say, giggling with fondness, “that’s for being such a sweetheart.”

ace’s hand clenches around his magic pen and he swears right then and there that it’s no more mister nice guy – no more hiding behind poorly crafted taunts in fear of what ifs

he’s confessing to you by the end of the day even if it kills him

🦁 LEONA KINGSCHOLAR 🦁

honestly, leona couldn’t care less about the little things that came from the sky - not his circus, not his monkeys

though he was kind of miffed when his dorm thought he had turned into that stubby little thing 

he’s surrounded by idiots

he just palmed his own tsum off to ruggie and went off to the botanical gardens to nap

it was during one of his relaxation sessions that he heard your voice, only you were talking to someone 

turns out that ‘someone’ was his own tsum that was happily snoozing on your shoulder

apparently the little guy didn’t take kindly to being babysat by ruggie so it literally hunted you down and refused to leave your side

you didn’t see any problem with this

so you just continued on with your day with a tiny version of the big kitty of savanaclaw 

please understand that leona is a very jealous and greedy lion - he gets incredibly possessive if stray cats get close to you, let alone when you shower Grim with your affection - and now there’s an equally as greedy mini leona that’s demanding your attention

like it made it clear that it was trying to monopolize your attention, tail swaying in delight as you would pet its head or play with its ears - all things that you’d do with the bigger leona

it would jump up and press its head against your forehead, cheeks and mouth so you would kiss it back with your own lips (and leona just looks at the little judas all betrayed because you’ve never kissed him ever and he’s just so angry and jealous that he doesn’t even tease you about it)

so instead of spending time with him, where he rests his head on your thighs as you weave your fingers through his hair, you’re playing around with the tsum, giving it the affection that was rightfully his

at one point, it was still dozing off so you placed it nice and snug in the breast pocket of your blouse, making Leona’s right eye twitch uncontrollably when he could tell that the little deviant wasn’t even actually sleeping

honestly, he scoffs, faking sleep is the oldest trick in the book - and he knows that because he uses it on you all the time

you even played chess with it, and to leona’s surprise it was actually pretty good, only his slight amusement at watching you lose was tainted by how you were suddenly praising it for being such a good player - he’s good too! praise him!

he had finally reached his limit when his tiny doppelganger used its growing abilities to be large enough for you to wrap your arms around and bury your face into, your lovely features smiling in content as you happily sleep, unaware of the burning jealousy and intense scowl leona is giving the tsum in your embrace, or of the smug satisfaction said tsum is radiating

now leona is a man of strategy, of patiently waiting until it’s the right time to pounce, so for now he’ll just settle at baring his fangs at the little runt - he’s spent his entire life being second best (both to his brother, his nephew, that damned lizard), there is no way he’s going to be outshone by a furball that has no idea of the hierarchy of the food chain here. you’re the one thing in his life that he refuses to have taken away, even if it is by himself

and when you wake up?

you better be prepared

💙 IDIA SHROUD 💙

tsum tsum idia is such a sweetheart

while it does have idia’s social anxiety, he does hang around with you through the halls though by ‘hang around’ he’s usually buried in your pockets

tsum idia doesn’t have og idia’s fire hair but it does run naturally warm, which makes it the perfect warm pillow for you to snuggle with

idia didn’t have any strong feelings for his tsum. ortho loved it and it made you happy and that was it.

but it soon became a problem when it made you too happy

you see, idia had made a tiny little tablet so that you could play with the tsum whilst he was busy doing one of his own games

and like his counterpart, the tsum was good

too good

so good that you kept on praising it and snuggling with it every time it won

and apparently the tsum was in possession of some preloaded charm stats because it would keep on endearing you by texting you blue heart emojis or cute stickers that would make you coo at it

and watching you be so outwardly affectionate to someone that wasn’t ortho or grim definitely stung inside

even if that someone was a cuter, cuddlier, plush bean version of himself

so he just amped up the volume in his headset to drown out the sounds of your laughter and continued playing as he internally lamented how he was such a boring otaku that even a tsum has better moves than him

when it got late and you were about to leave (much to idia’s disappointment), you stood up only for the tsum to jump onto your shoulder and happily jump in place

“oh,” you giggle, “do you want to come to ramshackle with me?”

the tsum jumped up and down, indicating yes

“alright then,” you smile and turn to idia, “i guess we’ll see yo-”

“no-” he blurted out, the ends of his hair bursting into pink at the sudden silence that envelops the room, “i-i mean, you can stay. here. not here my room here - like here in ignihyde here. we have a spare room. unless you’d like to sleep over here in my room. if you want to that is. you don’t have to if you don’t want to infactyoucanforgetievensaidanythingohmysevenwhydidihavetoopenmymouth-”

“it’s okay, idia, i understand,” you say, “looks like we’re having a sleepover!”

maybe he should be a bit braver more often

#twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #deuce spade x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #leona kingscholar x reader #idia shroud x reader #ace trappola x reader #fem reader

[shiftermia]

— Late night snacks

james potter x reader

platonic!peter pettigrew x reader

where james catches you and Peter in the kitchens

a/n: a certain someone (A) kept hounding me to write a James one so here it is out of the kindness of my heart. (I was held at gunpoint as I wrote this)

ALSO I DONT CARE! OUTSIDE OF CANON PETER IS A MARAUDER!!

Ever since becoming friends with the weird group known as the Marauders, you and Peter Pettigrew had grown close to each other.

Yes, the group of boys were close. And it was James and Sirius, and Peter and Remus, the duos within the group. The ones they went to when they had to get into groups of two.

But before you joined them, the other three boys had their own designated friend outside of the group of misfits.

James had Marlene, as they grew up in the same neighborhood. Remus had Lily as they were both smart enough to keep up with each other, and Sirius had Mary. Surprisingly, the two got along quite well.

When they weren’t hanging out with each other, they were hanging out with those girls.

But Peter didn’t have someone other than the boys. Often left to his own devices before James, the mum friend noticed the boy being left behind.

Till you started dating James, and Peter finally had a friend for himself. Someone to hang out with when the others were somewhere else.

You and him had more in common than you expected. Both not as smart as Remus in all subjects but enough to keep up. Both having to study unlike Sirius, and both having to pay attention to fully understand something unlike James.

Another thing you two had in common was your hunger in the middle of the night.

“Psst!” The boy called with his head poking out from his curtains. To no sign of movement, he called again louder, “psst!”

You pulled back James’s curtain revealing your bed head and James’ large form laying on top of you with his head tucked in your neck. “wormy, what?”

“Don’t what me, I’m hungry!” Peter said glancing at Remus’ bed, praying his werewolf ears wouldn’t catch your conversation.

You laughed and whispered loudly, “oh my Merlin! Me too!”

He laughed and pulled himself out of bed and slipped on his shoes, “I’ve been craving Moony Toast for the past hour!”

You let out a scoff and threw yourself back, a hand coming up to mess with James’s curls. “Ive been wanting some strawberries since 12, I just wish the kitchens weren’t so far!” You whined silently.

Peter waved his hand to you, already standing by the door and glancing at Remus’s bed again. “C’mon.”

You widened your eyes and gestured to the sleeping boy on top of you. “You want to help me with the big guy or what?”

He rolled your eyes at your sarcasm and lifted James’s top half enough so you could slide out from under him and gently laid him back down as to not wake him up.

“Okay, now let’s go.” You stated once you put your shoes on and grabbed your boyfriend’s jumper.

You and Peter went down the stairs in the corridor before you came to an abrupt stop. “Shite, what about the map?”

Peter just shook his head and kept walking, “I’m too hungry to find wherever Sirius put it this time.”

You shrugged and followed after him, both of you keeping an eye out for Filch and his dammed demon cat.

Meanwhile, James moved his arm presumably to lay under your his shirt but was left grasping at air.

He lifted his head and looked to his right, “poppet?” He grumbled with squinted eyes before reaching his hand out to grab his glasses.

James sat up and rubbed his eyes under his glasses and looked around the room. The bathroom door was open with the lights turned off, so you definitely weren’t in there.

His eyes landed on Peter’s bed, its curtains wide open with blankets askew.

He groaned and pulled his half naked form out from the warmth and reached down to grab one of his thrown shirts.

James got up and walked over to Sirius’ bed and reached under his bed to pull out the Marauders Map. “Where’re you now, poppet?” He spoke to himself.

“They’re in the kitchens.” Remus’ voice mumbled, head most likely stuffed in his pillow.

James sighed and grabbed his wand, muttering a small lumos, “and may I ask how you know that moony boy?”

“Both the bloody wankers can’t keep quiet, now please let me sleep in fucking peace.” He roughly sighed out and the sound of him yanking the covers was heard along with James’ mocking sound of surprise.

“What do y’know, Remus is right again.” He put on his shoes and quietly left the dorm to the kitchens where yours and Peter’s name moved around.

After, nearly dropping his wand and getting caught by the notorious demon cat. James tickled the pear portrait and was greeted with dim yellow lighting, Peter leaning against a counter and you kicking your feet from atop a stool.

You and Peter instantly both went quiet and let out a breath when you noticed it was James.

“Jamie! You scared the hell out of us!” You spoke before placing another chocolate covered strawberry in your mouth.

He raised his brow and lifted a muscular arm, “I scared you? You scared me!” He exclaimed before seeing Peter’s form slowly sticking something in his mouth.

“The bloody hell are you eating?” He asked Peter.

Peter swallowed and sat up a little bit, “Moony toast.”

“Moony Toast?” James questioned incredulously. “If Remus heard that he would throw a fit,” he stalked forward and leaned his arm over your smaller frame. “Think he did hear it,” he added as an after thought.

“Ugh, he heard?” Peter grunted taking a sip of whatever he had been drinking.

“I assume that’s how you found us?” You asked dipping a strawberry into the bowl of melted chocolate you had in front of you.

“Yeah, and this.” He lifted up the map and your head whipped towards Peter.

“I told you!”

His head shook, “where’d you even find it?!” He exclaimed, blonde hair falling slightly in his face.

James shrugged, “under Sirius’s bed.”

You glared at Peter and he squinted his eyes. “Whatever, not like it matters now.”

James turned to you when he felt you pressed a kiss to his jaw, “why didn’t you tell me where you went, sweet girl?” He gently ran a hand over your head, brushing back baby hairs.

Peter sat up, “I swallowed a bug,” he got up and waved back to you both, “see you two later.”

Once he left, you turned to James and messed with his hair, setting it to how you thought suited him best. “I didn’t want to wake you up.”

He set a hand on your waist while the other was pressed against the counter. “I don’t care, next time at least let me know.”

You nodded and wiped your strawberry filled fingers on a nearby napkin. “m’kay I will, promise.”

The face you made, made James lean down slightly a press a sweet kiss to your lips.

With a hum, he moved away, nose pressed to your cheek. He licked his lips, “tastes like strawberries.”

You chuckled and traced his face, “well I was eating chocolate covered strawberries.”

James hummed again and brought his hand up to the back of your head, “Huh, I didn’t taste chocolate, lemme..” he trailed off and kissed you again making you snicker in between kisses.

You leaned back slightly and the hand that was holding your head slipped to your waist. Even when distracted, James always made sure you would be safe.

“We should go,” you whispered, James hummed in agreement but didn’t make any move to stop kissing your sweet sweet lips anytime soon.

With you in his shirt and jumper enveloping your frame, messy hair and bright content eyes, and your hands cupping his face so so gently, in the way only you can achieve.

How could he ever be expected to stop?

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #70s #the marauders #james potter #james potter blurb #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x you #james potter fluff #james potter x reader #james potter one shot #james potter imagine #james potter drabble #james potter x oc #peter pettigrew #james & peter & remus & sirius #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin

[lxvvie]

Maybe Simon going to a like a mandated knitting circle and just meets you.... as he is getting flirted with my grandmas (My what a strong boi)

Just imagine Simon meeting the reader through the knitting group and then it becomes a group-wide effort to push the two together because they'd be so cute as a couple. This is so sugary-sweet that I should write about it.

But anywho!

Simon was forced to go because the guys said he was "too on edge" and that he "needed a good stress reliever".

He's an anomaly in a sea of adorably gossipy meemaws who think it's absolutely delightful that some of the youth are still interested in knitting. And hey, at least he can learn to patch his shit up when it gets torn.

Because of this, he also experiences the following:

Being called everything from 'poppet', 'dearie', 'sweetheart', 'honey', and... Silas (he lets it slide because what the hell). Flusters him more than he cares to admit.

Getting the latest gossip. If Simon thought shit on base was scandalous, the stuff he hears in his knitting group of ALL places took the fucking cake.

Finding camaraderie in their life stories; some of the women he met had close family members who served and/or they served themselves.

Said adorable meemaws playing matchmaker. Oh yeah, they have plenty of grandkids and grandniblings who would love a strapping young man such as him. Oh, fucking hell...

Simon finds out that some of the women have taken to jokingly calling him their "knitting husband". He may or may not have considered giving them Price's number in revenge lmao.

Never going without baked goods. Ever. Fuck, they're spoiling him rotten with all the sweets they send him home with.

Becoming more attached to the group than he expected; Ghost continues to go long after he's required to. Imagine the look on everyone else's faces when Simon leaves for their meeting saying that he has to go see about his girls. Or something like that. The fuck's so funny, Johnny?

#knitting simon au #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #cod x you #x black reader #call of duty x black reader #cod x black reader

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

On Their Lap

Requested: Yes [hi:33 I love your writing!!! Can I please get the 141 with fem!reader teasing them in public by moving around their lap??]

Warnings: Fem!Reader, public groping

It wasn’t on purpose at first. Your lover always liked it when you sat in his lap, safe in his arms. Didn’t matter where in public you were, they’d get pouty if you took a seat anywhere else. So his lap it was. Only it could get a bit…uncomfy. So sometimes you had to shift around a bit. It was no big deal, you wiggled a bit, found a good placement, and then you were done. Except today you just couldn’t find that spot, no matter how much you writhed, oblivious to your lover’s predicament, their arms tightening around you rapidly.

Price

“Best stop that now, Poppet. Won’t be able to control myself much longer.” Price whispered to you, a hand coming up to cup one of your breasts, fondling it when he was sure no one was looking. “See? Not nice being teased, is it?” He chuckles when you whimper, rutting himself against your ass. “Feel what you do to me? It’s all for you, Love.”

Gaz

Gaz’s forehead rested against the back of your neck, his face warm, almost burning as he speaks to you. “Can’t be doin that in public, Love. You’re getting me all worked up. Unless you wanna go out back and take care of it? You did cause it, after all.” Gaz hummed, big hands spreading your thighs wide over his, keeping you open so one of his hands could delve between your legs, rubbing you through your underwear.

Ghost

Ghost places one of his hands on your knee, squeezing it firmly. If you listened closely, you’d be able to tell that his breathing was a bit heavier than normal. “Stay still, Love. Stop movin around.” He tells you, voice husky against your ear, strained from trying to keep himself calm in public. “Unless ya want me to bend you over the bar, right here, right now? I don’t have a problem with it.”

Soap

Soap groans behind you, hands moving to your hips, gripping tight. “Stop teasin’ me, Hen. S’not polite. Especially when we’re in public.” He mumbles, a growl catching in his throat when you roll your hips again, this time on purpose. “I will toss you in the car right now, I promise ya. Won’t even be able to make it home before we start going at it like rabbits.”

Alejandro

Alejandro hums, deep and rumbly, the vibrations from it running along your back and making you shiver. “I’d that how we’re playing it tonight, Amor? Here? In front of everyone?” He asks, pulling the shell of your ear between his teeth and giving it a playful tug before letting it go and licking it. “I don’t mind. Do you think you can keep quiet enough though? I doubt it.”

#cod #call of duty #mwii #mw2 #call of duty mwii #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #John price #John price x reader #Kyle garrick #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #kyle gaz garrick x reader #Simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #John MacTavish #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader

[wolfeyedwitch]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 14 | Part 15 | Part 16 | Part 17 | Part 18 | Part 19 | Part 20 | Part 21 | Part 22

=-=

Phoenix tilted her head a bit, she hadn't realize it was a important matter, but think about it the uncertainty might be scary in Poppet's situation.

"Let's started with the why, I brought you here because I was curious, you were there, dying alone, and I wanted to know why. I know now, so I'm not really curious anymore," Phoenix said nonchalantly, "And what I'm going to do... I don't really know, but since I brought you here I'll have to find out, right? figure out in what I can use you... Tell me, Poppet, what can you do?"

=-=

CW: panic attacks, Bailey's crappy headspace, minor suicidal ideation

Despair and fear welled up in Bailey as Phoenix spoke. They were wrong; she was just like Slipknot. Just another person wanting to use them. Bailey was tired of being a tool, a toy, an obedient dog. But if they weren't useful, what was the point of them?

Who would bother to keep something useless around?

Their breath hitched in their throat, which felt no larger than a straw. Why was it so hard to breathe?

This? Asking them what they were good for? This was a test, and they were going to fail. All the things they could do were things they didn't want to do. Images flashed through their mind: Slipknot training them on how to use a gun, how to throw a punch, how to dodge and block. Teaching them fine control of their powers—by making it so they couldn't use their hands, leaving their powers as their only option. The training sessions where Bailey learned to fight against unfair odds, and the ones where Bailey learned to fight through pain and not show weakness.

Images of Icarus, broken and bloody and begging from what they did to him.

"I don't—" they started, words catching in their throat. They were backing up, trying to get away from her. Trying to get away from this new villain who wanted to put them on a fucking leash.

Around them, everything was shaking. Of course; the last time they'd panicked around Phoenix, they'd been too weak and drained to use their powers. Now, with some food and sleep, they had enough reserves to draw on when they fucked up and let their powers get out of control.

"I- I can't, not again, please, I don't want to, please don't make me," they babbled, barely knowing if what they said made sense. "Please, please, just let me go, I won't tell anyone, I won't tell them anything, I just—"

They had backed up far enough that they hit the wall. They leaned against it, the movement turning into a slide down to the floor as their knees gave up on them. Traitors.

"You should have left me, why didn't you just leave me there!" they said, becoming more and more hysterical. "I'd either have died like I was supposed to, on the streets like a common fucking mongrel, or I'd have made it to the heroes and been arrested so I could be useful without hurting anyone!"

They sobbed, burying their face in their knees.

Either option would have been better than this.

@neverthelass @cupcakes-and-pain @badluck990 @whumpsday

#crossover #au #ice and fire #with bloody outstretched hands #bailey and phoenix #bailey the villain #bailey aka poppet #phoenix #panic attack #panic attack tw #bailey's crappy headspace #conditioned whumpee #the idea that they have to be useful to be kept around is a combo of supervillain's influence and the capitalist hellscape of my country #wheeeeeee #supervillain is a manipulative bastard #i made myself cry writing this one #angst #minor suicidal ideation #thinking being dead would be better than current circumstances