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galebrainrot2024 · 2 months

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GalexTav Enemies to Lovers Part 20

Read on Ao3. Shout out to @thelittlepinkwitchblog for helping me source :)

Gale's Perspective. LOT of important plot in this one, dear readers. It's a little heavy. Enjoy!

Ten days. It had been ten days since they entered the accursed lands and it was taking a grave toll on all of them, despite Isobel’s protection and despite the Pixie’s blessing bestowed.

Gale felt fragile, more fragile than he had even with the orb. Now with it unlikely to destabilize, the appetites of man came roaring back to him like a lion stalking its prey. All he could think about was Tav. How he wanted her. How it would feel when their bodies were join together, weaving together in visions of celestial.

It had to be perfect. He had too much to make up for.

He was sat beside Karlach who was on dish duty. She dunked each plate in the stream, gave it a quick swipe with the smallest speck of soap she could manage, before putting it back on the cloth.

“Nothing like washing in the murky waters of the shadowlands to invigorate the spirit.”

“Doing all right, Gale?” Karlach asked, elbow deep in muck. She groaned to herself.

“Oh you know.. still alive and kicking, despite being surrounded on all sides by an endless manifestation of darkness and decay.”

She snorted. “That's one way to put it. MAN!” She threw up her hands in exasperation, “I fucking hate dish duty,” she stared down her hands, disgust contorting her face. “I hate it when my hands get all pruny like this. You’d think all that time in the hells and I would delight in this stuff. But, I always hated dishes. It was the one chore I threw a really big fuss about at home.”

“You’re showing remarkable guile and courage, pushing on through the perilous task of dishwashing!” Gale said teasingly, “That doesn’t surprise me in the least,” Gale chuckled at the image of a smaller Karlach refusing earnestly to comply with dish duty.

“You know,” she paused, thinking and looked up at the sky, “I didn’t throw massive tantrums. Not often, anyway. Certainly didn’t conjure myself up a Tressyum when my parents refused to get me a kitten.” She rose a brow at Gale knowingly, “There wasn’t so much able to rile me up in that way. Mom and pops were always going on about how the glass is half full, even when it seems half empty. Even when shit is really, really bad. There is always a little good you can find in that.” Her voice was hushed and had the slightest tremor. Gale put a hand on her shoulder and noted the mist that collected in her eyes. She turned away, as if to conceal the emotion. “What a mess,” she said to herself, wiping her hands on her pants. “What about you?”

“What about me?” His voice stiffened and his body tensed, concerned for the question to follow.

Karlach, “Come on,” Karlach read his dumb expression and rolled her eyes and smiled. “You know - any chores you hated? Any massive events that rocked your little world? Other than Tav of course.” His cheeks blazed red and she started to laugh harder. “Very iconic of you to tell her you wanted to smash by citing a book. Not really my thing, but good for both of you.” Gale’s stony silence forced her tongue, “I mean, listen, she was obviously into it. You two book-worms are made for each other. What’s holding you back?”

A short puff of air left Gale’s nose and he looked down and ran a hand through his hair. While fingering his earring, he whispered, “Everything.”

“Oh my gods,” Karlach groaned, continuing with the dishes. “Everything? Everything?” Gale didn’t answer. “Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Gale weighed the scales carefully. If he told Karlach, the crushing force of his secret might be alleviated, if only just. If he told her, he risked Tav finding out second hand. His voice was barely audible, “I’m not sure I can tell you.”

Karlach’s eyes widened and she rose her brows, “Sounds serious. If you don’t want me to pry-“

“A little late for that,” Gale scoffed, though not with hostility. “Might as well address the holiphant in the room. It might do some good, to tell someone about it after all this time.”

There was a faint rustling in the bushes and Gale snapped his head, scanning the darkness. Nothing. He was just being paranoid. Karlach gave him her rapt attention and he felt his stomach cave in on itself. His throat was sickly hot and viscous saliva filled his mouth. His heart threatened to pulse out of his chest, the thunderous roar drowning out the rest of his senses.

“I did something… unforgivable.” He said at last. Karlach, ever impatient, shook her head a bit and her eye brows rose more as if to say ‘go on, then.’

So then he told her. “It is, without doubt, the most wicked, cruel act I’ve managed. Thinking about it makes me bitter… full of regret.” He sighed heavily and rubbed his cheek. He gave Karlach a brief overview of Blackstaff’s presentations, where students in their final year would demonstrate their research and abilities to the finest Wizard’s in the realms, seeking both Mystra’s favor and a prime apprenticeship. She followed, with few questions. Once he clarified that with her, the words stuck.

“Gale… whatever it is, your secret is safe with me. How bad could it be?”

“Oh,” Gale whispered. “Worse than you could imagine, I’d wager. The amount of time I’ve spent mulling over how I would tell her, what I would say… how I would beg forgiveness…” he closed his eyes, the words taking on a life of their own. “I sabotaged her presentation, a cold fact I have been ashamed of from the day it happened.”

“You… what?” Karlach tilted her head, her mouth falling open.

Gale sighed. “You remember the sussur flowers from the underdark?” She nodded. “Marvelous capabilities. Their magical properties were often a topic of debate in our classes, their existence unconfirmed by many scholars and clerics outside of the underdark. They have the ability to create an anti magic aura, which you saw first hand. I managed to get my hand on one through some rather nefarious channels… and I slipped it into her pack, not before ‘accidentally’ spilling a cup of water on her.”

“Accidentally?” Karlach murmured.

“No.” He whispered, the words choking him. “Unfortunately, it was neither an accident nor water. It was wizard’s bane. A backup plan, in case she didn’t have her pack within close range during her presentation. I was on track to be one of Mystra’s chosen and I was so… terrified that Tav would take my place. She was - and is - remarkable with the Weave. I was blinded by jealousy and… none if it matters, now. It was a cowards choice. And, as it so happened, she was imbued with both.” His face was hot, his palms coating with slick sweat. He wiped them on his robes, unable to look at her. “Her face haunts me. The riotous laughter of our peers… I cannot erase it from my mind, no matter how hard I’ve tried. It is engrained into every cavern, every crevice of my memory. She couldn’t so much as conjure a simple mage hand. She fled the stage, and I….”

He stopped, folding in on himself. It was the first time in quite some time he admitted this out loud, let alone to another person. The pregnant pause drowned them until Karlach broke the suffocation with a lifeline. “Was this the first time you saw her since then?” He nodded. “Holy shit Gale…this is… a lot. A lot to take in. I appreciate you telling me, all the same. I can see the toll it’s taken on you - you were a kid at the time.. weren’t you? You never told her?”

Gale sneered, “Eighteen is hardly a child.”

“As far as I’m concerned, that’s still a child. You made a mistake. A really fucked up mistake, don’t get me wrong, and a mistake all the same. You can’t keep beating yourself up for something you can’t change. I should know that better than anyone.” She sighed and stood, taking his hand to give it a gentle pat. “Gale… you have to tell her.”

“I know,” he sighed, bowing his head. “I know. And I will… I just need time. To get it right. To figure out what to say.”

“You have to be prepared for her -“

“I know.” Gale cut her off. He knew he had to prepare for her to hate him, to want nothing to do with him. Yet, a sliver of him held out the impossible hope she would understand. “Thank you… for listening. I hadn’t told anyone that. Not even Tara.”

“I’m sure if she knew she’d give you an earful.” Karlach sighed and returned to the dishes. Gale was prepared to leave, embarrassed and uncomfortable from sharing his darkest memory. Karlach looked up at the sky, bringing him back to solid ground. “You know, I was just getting used to the sun again.”

“Fear not, Karlach,” Gale said, though his voice was still dejected, “Sun, moon, and stars are still there - waiting for us. Veiled just behind this evanescent darkness. No book or painting could ever do this strange land justice. But perhaps our stories might.”

“You’re not really going to do what Mystra said, are you?”

“There you go, cutting right through the ephemera to the heart of the matter. Your finest quality, I think. Though, there’s no point in debating what I’ve been tasked with,” he murmured, looking at his hands. “I’m sure you’ve seen it - the wall of the faithless.” The sigh she released was laced with crushing somberness. “I cannot concede to such a fate.”

“I know,” she said and squeezed Gale’s shoulder, “You’re the first friend I’ve had in a really, really long time soldier. It would be a damn shame for it to end so soon. Quite the peas in a pod, the two of us - if anyone is going to find a way to survive, it ought to be us.”

Gale ran a hand over his face. “There’s no use conferring about it one way or another. We’ll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. Stranger things are happening to us… what festers in our minds threatens to impel our bodies. We mustn’t loose focus of that.”

“How does it feel, to have the orb… settled?”

“Well, mother always taught me to be a gracious host.. whether to the parasite, or the orb.” Gale turned to grin at Karlach, staring at him gravely. His smirk erased itself. “It feels rather strange, if I’m being honest. I lived so long with its incessant hunger, to have it quiet… sickness has a nasty habit of making you feel trapped, if only within the confines of your own body.” Gale paused, before continuing. “I once spent weeks convalescing in the Hospice of St. Laupsenn after a nasty bout of ruddy pox. For all their kindness, leaving that place behind felt like freedom to me. Having the orb stilled… it feels very much the same.”

“What are you two whispering about?” Shadowheart’s voice cut through their conversation and Gale tensed. How long had seen been there? Had she heard everything?

Before Gale could respond, Karlach jumped in. “The horrors of doing dishes,” she laughed, waving a soiled plate at Shadowheart. “God’s favorite princess want to give it a try?”

“Oh… no thank you,” she tossed her hair over her shoulder and sat beside them. “Just looking for some company.. and a bit of gossip. So, Karlach, you and Dammon?”

Gale slipped away as the two chatted, feeling both relieved and terrified that someone finally knew the truth. Now all he had to do was figure out how he could possibly tell Tav the same thing.

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isolaradiale · 5 months

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Another year can the gentle winds of winter be felt across the island. Snowfall accompanies it soon after, blanketing much of the island in glistening shades of monochrome. Breathes unfurl into wispy puffs of white, steam rising up from the hot cocoa that sits in the cool air that keep your hands and body warm with each sip. Winter has come and, with it, another time for activities that promote holiday cheer...

As a note: these activities are separate from any ongoing or upcoming events and you are free to participate in both! Just keep in mind that WinterFES activities do not count towards ranking up because this is not an event.

WinterFES activities are available until January 31st! We will be adding additional activities at some point during this two month period as well!

FIBONACCI WARD

BUILD-A-GINGERBREAD MAN High-tech meets sweet treats in this customized kitchen. For a price of (dust), citizens of Spirale can use screens to design a gingerbread cookie to their likeness. You can watch machines behind the glass cut, bake, and decorate your cookie as you command. You could make a gift for your friend… or make a cookie that looks like your worst enemy, and bite off their face. There’s something for everyone!

SOUPS UP For the duration of December a giant pot of soup can be found in the center of Fibonacci. The type of soup changes from day to day, and how it replenishes nobody is quite sure! Regardless it is free for the taking and never dries out. Could this be the work of our goddess Ofiuco? Or could it be something more sinister? (It isn’t more sinister, it’s free soup.)

ICE TO MEET YOU A station has been set up in Fibonacci where you can come to view and sculpt ice sculptures. If you destroy any creations that are not your own, expect to have all of the Dust emptied from your account you jerk. All sculptures must be safe for work.

COTES WARD

QUID PRO SNOW Wandering in Cotes, it’s not foreign to see pixies, especially in their playground. However, it seems they’ve invited their frosty little cousins known as frost fairies over to play a few games with them… and you! Making your way into here can land you a pretty sweet reward, given the price you pay. That is, these fairies will be more than happy to make you anything you wish out of the snow and ice were you to give them a small treat or a gift of their liking.

I’M GOING GHOST… INTERACTING! Traveling through the Forest of Airaisal, one can find a passageway that mysteriously opens up on its own, leading to a path less traveled. Whether you choose to take it or not is entirely up to you. Electing to traverse it, you’ll find yourself in a small, private glen where you will encounter the ghost of your past, present, or future self. Whichever appears is up to you, though once it appears you’re welcome to interact with it as you deem fit. Maybe you want to console your past self that everything will be alright? Or perhaps you’d like to reflect on your present self, or at least the one that exists before you arrived here in Spirale. There’s also the option to speak to your future self, on what they think of you now, or maybe guidance on what might come. The possibilities are endless…

NOM RANCHING Visitors to the ward, especially around the Eternal Tree, will come to find magical marshmallow treats that appears to be causing chaos due to magical means! Whether it’s pelting themselves against passing visitors, knocking precious things over, or merely just circling about as a chaotic distraction, it’s clear the only way to keep them in check is to capture them and have a sweet treat so they don’t overwhelm the area. Hopefully you came with an empty stomach and a sweet tooth, to boot!

GOLDEN WARD

SNOWFLAKE SCAVENGER The Mermaid Cove Mall planned on having dancing snowflakes as an attraction, but it seems the snowflakes formed a mind of their own and… danced right off of their displays! Deciding to salvage the situation, the mall is now making a game out of it–find five of them and bring them back to the desk, and you win a gift card! Watch out, though. The snowflakes are notoriously hard to capture, and seem to take your own strengths into account… This won’t be an easy task!

XTREME ICE CHALLENGE The ocean shores of the boardwalk have become completely frozen and boating is no longer possible nearby. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t fun to be had there! An obstacle course has been made for the daring complete with icy ramps, jumps, and obstacles.. Come with skates or without, but the organizers take no responsibility if you slip and break your nose.

SILVER-WHITE WINTERS For the duration of WinterFES, Spirale University is offering a different selection of classes related to the season. There are knitting classes where you can learn to make mittens and scarves, latte art classes to help you decorate your warm drinks for the season, and general classes to help you learn to wrap presents like a pro!

ARCHIMEDES WARD

CAROLS OF THE BELLES On evenings in the Archimedes ward, ringing through the streets from the Calliope Theater courtyard, you’ll hear voices as lovely as the singers using them. A chorus known as the Winter Belles begin their lovely lyrical lineup, and the concerts are free to attend. There are also a few open slots to join them, as long as you attend chorus practice.

CRYSTAL FUNHOUSE This large palace is made entirely of ice, and from the inside, one can hear chimes through its halls. Inside are several attractions: a mirror room, a hall full of beautiful ice sculptures, a complementary shaved ice bar for those crazy enough to eat them in this weather… But follow the chimes, and you’ll enter the ballroom, which is completely dark save for the tile floor. Each step you take makes a note that sounds most like you, and the ballroom lights up to the tune of your very soul as you dance across the floor… …What would happen if two people danced together?

YOU BAKE IT YOU BUY IT Throughout the Star Trail, many stalls have been shifted around in order to make a large area for those who wish to put their skills to the test in what seems a continuous bake off. Not only that, but it seems they require volunteers to be the judges of the savory sweets that are gonna be pumped out throughout the days. Fancy yourself an excellent baker who can blow the socks off of any taster who tries your dish or those who wish to place their palettes to the test? Well, have a seat and be served… quite literally!

MISTWOOD

TERRES-TREE-AL DECORATING Once more, a safe passage has been made into the Mistwood, leading to an area called the Traveler’s Garden. Some might remember the need to plant more trees and won’t be surprised to find that those planted back in Spring have now sprouted rapidly and is ready for decorating! Those who planted them can find them in the same spots with several boxes around them full of holiday decorations to get them decorated and ready to shine bright for the snowy season. Oh, and no worries, even if you weren’t able to plant one back in Spring, you’re still more than welcome to help decorate them!

TIS THE SKI-SON In a clearing that breaks off from the decorating, various large hills of snow have sprung up from out of nowhere. Trekking up to the top or taking a ride on a few snowmobiles manned by some island residents will reveal that it’s a makeshift ski and snowboarding attraction! Once fitted with one of your preference, as well as given a safety helmet and goggles, you’re free to slide down those slippery slopes and show off to your pals. Or maybe you’ll just biff it as you catch sight of that rumored dragon in the distance as you ski on down!

SWIRLING GULF

SOMETHING SEEMS ICE-FISHY While the Swirling Gulf can still be accessed, it would seem that a large portion of the waters nearby has been magically frozen over in a thick sheet of ice that can be reached with their submarine transportation system, allowing many people to walk with ease across it. Several holes have been drilled into it as well, allowing people to partake in ice fishing! Though a various amount of fish can be caught, there is also the risk of danger that you may be (un?)lucky to find a murderous large fish at the end of your line. But that could just be a rumor, right? No way there’s some large ghost fish or dangerous sea creature that you could reel in, right…

SNOWMANNING THE FORT Deep below, found in various areas of the sunken city such as the Mainland, Coral Bay, and even near the Kelp Forest, snow that never melts has been brought down and packed into areas where many can build snowmen to their liking. Laced with bioluminescent qualities that offer you any type of color, you can make colorful creations come to life with ease. Not only that, but once completed, the snowman will imprint the emotion belonging to its creator, expressing itself in an exaggerated display on how they currently feel. Whether they’re the happiest they’ve ever been or happen to be a little Scrooge-y at the time, these snowmen are ways to express yourself from the bottom of your heart.

THE CITY OF GLASS

ONSEN AND OFFSEN Recently, there’s been some magmatic activity closer to the surface on the back side of the volcano… suspected Nuee Ardente Society activity. Nothing (too) dangerous, though, and in fact, it happens to be below a spring source, turning the small ponds and water pools around the area into hot springs! Despite the snow blanketing most of the rest of the island, the areas immediately surrounding the pools are kept clear, mainly by the hot cocoa vendors who are taking advantage of this sales opportunity. Be careful, though, because the magma flow isn’t constant, and the temperature of the water can fluctuate in either direction, for better or for worse.

JUST THE WAY YOU LIGHT IT Leading up to the natural tunnel that gives access to the renown Garden of Ash, many might take note of a beautiful array of lights and colorful flowers that are laid out like a path into the garden itself. It’s highly encouraged to take this path at night, where many hand strewn designs light up in the dwindling hours, also illuminating the various plants which grow in the ashen soils, all while making the already falling ash even more snow-like to fit the snowy landscape the island has become. Some of the lights can even reflect of any glass in the vicinity, creating an almost kaleidoscope effect that can take the breath away of onlookers.

SUNSET CIRCUIT

RINK AROUND THE CIRCUITS While more daring skaters might take fun in Golden Ward, more casual goers might find a bit more joy in the ice skating rink set up on the shores of Moon Beach where the waters have been frozen over and smoothed out. Even more alluring, the ice beneath seems to have a mesmerizing array of glowing colors that light up and forms into playful patterns beneath the ice to the beat of the current playlist. Whether you bring your own ice skates or have them provided, you’ll be sure to have a blast gliding along the top of the neon colors!

SNOW FUN ALLOWED There’s a designated arena, full to the brim with snow that never seems to run out, dirty, or melt. Events take place not only throughout the day but also well into the night, with the arena being well-illuminated even at the darkest of hours. A good portion of the arena has been set up with barricades and obstacles for the ideal snowball fight zone, with regular switches between free-for-all or team games; the remainder has been sectioned off to protect any poor bystanders from errant deckings in the face, and is much more for making snowmen, snow angels, or any other sorts of snow activities you can think of.

SKY-STREWN ISLES

AN UPLIFTING WINTER FAIR Life has gathered from far and wide to partake in a wintery celebration that spans the entirety of The Uplift. Snow falls from the sky and gathers on the area's many steps, and it would be quite a tumble if you were to slip and fall down them. You can find all manners of stalls, selling things from warm treats to winter clothes and toys. The perfect place to take a partner or friend to in order to enjoy some hot cocoa!

DON'T LOOK OUT BELO(H NO!) Because of the colder, snowy weather, steep slopes and ramps have formed between the isles and have been repurposed for the Ultimate Skiing Experience. Just keep in mind that you are jumping between flying islands, and there is absolutely no service available to save you if you fall. That means it's best you have wings, levitation, or know someone who does to come with you!

THE ECHO

CAROL OF THE (C)OLD ONES Even the Abyssal denizens in the Echo seem to be in the festive spirit. Taking the new crystal elevator in the museum lobby leads visitors down to the depths of Abyss, letting them out in a place that looks like a banquet. In this 360 degree crystal dome, the shadowy monstrosities outside the barrier begin to manifest... except they all seem to form a choir of beautiful, ethereal voices. As guests have dinner in the dome, they may see the shadows put on spectacular light shows in the darkness, like stars in an ever-present void. This is a formal event, dress for the occasion!

#winterfes

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tabbycat-of-hatchetfield · 2 months

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HINFPATC: Chapter 7 - Chemistry in Chemistry

In which Tabby meets (and feels something for) her lab partner for the first time

The chemistry classroom was pretty big. The walls were lined with long, clear windows. 6 tables, each with 4 chairs, were scattered around the room. The remaining wall spaces were covered in cupboards, which were plastered with posters of different molecules and DNA strands. On top of the cupboards were little models of the solar system, scales and flasks, all sorts of things. The students were gathered around the classroom in pairs or trios. Tabby spotted one of Max’s friends, Jason, talking to another boy by the corner. She steered clear. A tall boy clad in suspenders and a bow tie was chatting with a dark-skinned girl with glasses, her hair pulled into two tight puffs.

The teacher stood at the head of the group. She was a woman, she looked to be in her mid to late 30’s. She had a kind smile, and her ginger hair was trimmed into a pixie cut. She was dressed in a pair of khakis and a simple blue sweater.

“Happy first day back!” She greeted her pupils. “Please gather against the right-hand wall, I’ll be assigning seats shortly. If you don’t know me–and I happen to know we do have a few students new to Hatchetfield this year–my name is Ms. Barnes, but I would prefer if you just called me Robbie. I try to treat my students like my friends, so having you all on a first name basis with me has always been a must. I’ve been teaching here for six years, and I’m so excited to be spending the year with you.”

It was a normal beginning-of-the-school year speech, the kind that every educator made to hopefully help their students not completely hate them. Tabby glanced at the teacher again. She liked the whole vibe the teacher gave off: motherly in a way that was far different from Tabby’s own mother. The first name basis thing struck a chord that Tabby didn’t know her heart could play.

Robbie began rattling off names from a list. Callahan, Bradley?” The boy Jason was talking to emerged from his friend’s shadow and sat down. “Chasity, Grace?” A girl dressed in a blue blouse and jeans raised her hand. Robbie pointed at one of the seats and Grace sat down. “Danehower, Tabatha?” Tabby cleared her throat. “Just Tabby, please.” Robbie smiled at her and nodded. “Tabby Danehower.” She pointed at a seat close to the window.

After Tabby sat down, more names were rattled off. Eventually Robbie got to: “Lauter, Stephanie?”

Tabby looked to see who this mysterious girl was, and was instantly met with a goddess in human form.

She was the most stunning human being Tabby had ever seen. She had long brown hair with bleached streaks, perfectly wavy as it fell down her back in ribbons. She wasn’t a stick figure like Max’s cronies, Brenda and Stacy, she instead had curves in all the right places. She had plump lips and perfect skin and her makeup was on point. She had gray-green eyes that seemed to glow, and she walked with the confidence of a runway model.

Robbie pointed to a seat and instructed Stephanie to sit down. Tabby was so lost in her own mind (read: so busy gawking at this ethereal being) that she didn’t notice where the seat was located. So before she knew it, Tabby was seated beside Stephanie.

She said nothing to Steph, mainly out of fear that she would, like speak back, but gazed thoughtfully into the back of her head.

Robbie called out a few more names: “Lipshitz, Trevor! Spankoffski, Peter! Zimmerman, Sarah!” By the end of it, Tabby was seated at a table with Stephanie, the boy called Trevor, and a girl named PJ.

“Everyone, please say hello to your lab partners! For this year, you’ll be paired up with whoever is sitting directly next to you. Unless major issues occur, this arrangement will not change.”

Tabby’s face flushed as she looked over at Steph, who was scrolling through Instagram reels on her phone. Tabby waved at her, and Steph waved back, tossing her phone into her backpack after a stern glance from Robbie.

“I don’t tolerate phones in my classroom unless you are permitted to use one to call a parent or guardian.” She explained. “I won’t confiscate them, because I trust you guys, but if there are recurring incidents I will have to write you up to Principal Blim.”

A collective groan rang out through the classroom. Tabby took this to mean that whoever this Principal Blim was, he was either very mean or very awkward.

“For today, I just want you to get to know your lab partners and me. We’ll read through the syllabus and grading rubric together, and then you’ll have the rest of class to chat. I assume most of you already know each other, but it’s always good to have a refresher!”

The syllabus and grading rubric only took about 30 minutes of an hour-long class, leaving roughly 20 left after all was said and done. For the first time in what had proved itself to be an interesting first period, Steph finally talked to her lab partner.

“So…I haven’t seen you around town before.” She said, rather awkwardly. “And I pretty much know this town better than anyone.”

“Yeah, I just moved here. From Canada. Well, we lived in New York first, when I was a baby, then Maine for most of my life, 5 months in Toronto, and now I’m here.”

“Huh. What brings you all the way to this shithole of a town?”

She chuckled. “My great uncle died. We inherited his house, a car, a bunch of money…and besides, anything’s better than being crammed in a tiny apartment with my family.”

“You have a big family?” Steph asked, what sounded almost like jealousy stinging in her voice.

“Not really. Just me, my mom and dad, my brother Levi, and our cat. But it seems like too much when you’re stuck in very limited square footage. Now we’ve got a whole ass mansion! It’s the big red one on Hickory Lane.”

“Woah…next to the old Waylon Place? I don’t think I could sleep if I saw that outside my window in the dark every night.”

“Is that the freaky old condemned ghost house?”

“Mhm.”

“It’s really not too bad, to be honest. I don’t pay too much attention to it, I just try to pretend like I live in a normal house in a normal town filled with normal people who have normal lives.” She looked back at Steph, her lips curling into a smile as the skin around Steph’s eyes crinkled.

“Good luck with that. I saw a guy eating a raw slab of beef outside the dentist’s office this morning.”

Note: Roberta “Robbie” Barnes is a new oc to this story! She is Becky Barnes’ older sister, she’s been teaching Chem for a while, and she also worked part-time at Pizza Pete’s to help support Becky, get her back on her feet.

#hatchetblr #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield #tabatha danehower #my ocs #tabby danehower #ocs #my writing #HINPFATC

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every-bad-thing · 2 years

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You’re Really, Really Hungry

( "An Empty Plate" by Karithina is licensed under CC BY-SA 2.0. )

Tiny pixies keep eating all your food. As in, before you can ever get a bite of food into your mouth, they swoop in and take it from you. They just appeared one day and nothing you do can get rid of them. Whatever you or anyone else tries, they just dart out of the way. Fly swatters, nets, bug sprays, all of them useless. They're just too fast. You can't get away from them. they just follow you. From the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep, they're always there, buzzing around the room just waiting for you to try and eat something.

If you try to eat a cookie, they fly in and take it. If you try to eat some soup, they spill the soup. If you try to just bite into a huge turkey, they move it right before you can close your mouth. They do let you drink things, though. However there are limits. One time, you tried to see if a smoothie counted as food to them, and you found that it does. They grabbed the straw and knocked over the glass. When you were done wiping it up, you tried to wring the paper towel into your mouth, and they took that away too.

Juice, though, seems to be fine. So that's all you've had for the past three days. You feel so hungry. So weak. So tired. Your stomach hurts so much. You yell at the pixies, scream things like why are you doing this or what do you want, but all they do is giggle. People try to help, but no one can. They try flamethrowers, trained falcons, gas grenades, electric shocks and so, so, so, so much more. Nothing ever even came close to catching one, let alone all of them. Because it seemed liked there were hundreds, all hanging around on the shelves and on top of doors or fluttering through the air, just waiting for anyone to try to feed you. Everyone eventually just gives up, puzzled by what's going on.

Eight more days go by. Then, the pixies do something curious. You're in bed--as this is where you now spend most of your time--when a group of them floats into the room bearing something on a plate. They drop it on your lap. It's purple, about the size of a baseball, with four small tubes coming out it each ending in a fuzzy cone. You have no idea what this is. You're not even sure if it's an animal or a plant or something else completely. The pixies point at it then point to their mouths and make chewing motions. It's food?

You pick it up. It's kind of squishy. You lift slowly to your mouth, and the pixies do not a thing. Your teeth hit the surface and feel it has a spongy quality. You bite down, and have the first food in eleven days in your mouth. It's good. Really, really good. Probably because you're starving, but you can't get enough. It's got a flavor like blueberries and pomegranate mixed, but more refreshing. You don't even finish your first bite before you take a second, then a third and a forth, and then it's gone. You feel instantly better, as if nothing had even happened.

Once you finish licking your fingers, you look around and realize all the pixies are now looking at you with intense eyes, as if waiting for something. You're about to say thank you, but suddenly you feel very sick. Something comes up your throat. You spit, then scream. It's a pixie, covered in slime. And more are coming. A whole lot more. Your mouth opens by itself and starts pouring out pixies, all over your bed, each one covered in goo and flexing their wings. This goes on for an entire day, without any pause at all. They come out, dry off, then join the rest fluttering above you, cheering and clapping.

It's late at night when the pixies finally stop. Your jaw hurts. You look up at the pixies, now numbering in the thousands. They turn to you as one, wave, then vanish in puffs of light. They're gone. They're finally, truly, gone. You go to the kitchen and take out a huge Tupperware of potato salad. You shove huge fistfuls into your mouth, not even waiting to swallow before taking the next bite. It feels wonderful. Later that night, you order a pizza. That feels even better. You go to bed, full for the first time in a long time. And then you think: what if they come back? At which point, the terror that will keep you awake late at night every night for the rest of your life appears for the first time.

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werspinna · 10 months

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BOLD WHAT APPLIES TO YOUR MUSE !! Feel free to add on. italicize what’s possible strike-through what’s not possible! REPOST ; DON’T REBLOG. Tagged By: Walter von der Vogelweide Tagging: You!

► Aesthetic

dark colors. bright colors. neon colors. Soft colors. blood. forests. space. mansions. ghosts. asylums. wastelands. fire. injuries. hands. bare feet. dolls. fog. storms. galaxies. snow. dawn. midnight. cold. animals. sharp teeth. neck. shoulders. bruises. freckles. legs. feminine. masculine. burns. colorful hair. witchcraft. lips. webs. fields. corn fields. tears. sweat. glitter. flowers. plants. magic. fear. pain. murder. guns. blood in the snow. scars. missing posters. old paintings. strange eyes. explosions. creatures. weapons. swords. axe. lingerie. kissing. playfulness. metal. diamonds. rust. iron. stealth. running away. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. fur. lace. leather. synthetics. robots. monsters. childhood fears. cigarettes. cameras. video cameras. polaroid cameras. angels. phones. computers. war. peace. decay. sadness. red lipstick. powder puffs. abandoned cars. skeletons. strangling. overcoats. puppets. torture. syringes. old cottages. wild gardens. loyalty. hospitals. teeth. scary basements. butterflies. prosthetic limbs. cats. dogs. dreams.

► Appearance

thick ass. bubble butt. flat ass. toned ass. Thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. curvy frame. muscular frame. chubby frame. petite frame. lanky frame. voluptuous frame. lean frame. skinny. long legs. stumpy. average legs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. toned thighs. slender thighs. chubby belly. beer belly. soft stomach. toned stomach. flat stomach. feminine frame. masculine frame. six pack. Big boobs. small boobs. no boobs. harsh facial features. baby face. soft features. freckles. scars. moles. dimples. braces. tattoos. buckteeth. crooked teeth. piercings. pigtails. messy hair. wolf-cut. pixie-cut. bald. long hair. shaved. ponytail. clipped back fringe. shoulder length. hip lenght. bob cut. old-fashioned hairstyle. dreadlocks. bun. braids. shaved side. undercut. mohawk. buzz cut. afro. asymmetric. crown braid. wavy short. fade. comb over. side part. Other.

► Wardrobe

tight pants. jeans. shorts. short-shorts. jean shorts. pajama pants. dungarees. skirt-dungarees. leggings. tights. Yoga pants. basketball shorts. lingerie. boxers. briefs. thongs. knee-high socks. socks. Pencil skirt. Long skirt. Gambeson. Mini Skirt. Tutu. corset. sports bra. t-shirt. sweater. sweater vest. tight shirts. leather jacket. tank top. tunics. blouse. cardigan. button-up shirt. v neck. crop top. flannels. hoodies. polo shirt. racerback shirts. boob tube. dress. Gugel. sun dress. 1-shoulder Dress. strapless. jumper dress. apron dress. shirt dress. ball gown. chemise. nightgown. high heels. ballet shoes. jelly shoes. sandals. rain boots. leathershoes. sneakers. stripper heels. flats. knee-high boots. cowboy boots. Timberland boots. Dr.Martens. slip-ons. slippers. motorcycle boots. chukkas. loafers. dress boots. lots of layers. beanies. top hat. sunhat. cap.

► has your muse ever…

broken something. had a near death experience. killed someone (and succeeded). killed someone (and failed). had surgery. kissed the same sex. had sex. had sex and regretted it. lost a loved one. had a pet. gotten arrested. gotten married. divorced. cheated. gotten shot (at). been stabbed. witnessed death. taken drugs. gotten drunk. played with an ouija board. been in a car accident. gotten stitches. invented something. had a kid. had something slipped into their food / drink. been kidnapped. been bullied. bullied someone. had a stalker. been betrayed. been a traitor. been abused. gotten away with crime.

#....does Wolfs breastsling counts as a boobtube...?? :|#I needed much too long for this and the dictionary and google are my best friends #headcanon #werspinna

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alsjeblieft-zeg · 2 years

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310 of 2022

► Aesthetic Dark colors. Bright colors. Neon colors. soft colors. blood. forests. space. mansions. ghosts. asylums. wastelands. fire. injuries. hands. bare feet. dolls. fog. storms. galaxies. snow. dawn. midnight. cold. animals. sharp teeth. Neck. shoulders. bruises. Freckles. legs. feminine. masculine. burns. weapons. colorful hair. witchcraft. Lips. webs. fields. corn fields. tears. sweat. glitter. flowers. plants. magic. fear. pain. murder. guns. blood in the snow. scars. missing posters. old paintings. strange eyes. explosions. creatures. weapons. Lingerie. kissing. playfulness. metal. diamonds. rust. iron. stealth. running away. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. fur. lace. leather. synthetics. robots. monsters. childhood fears. cigarettes. alcohol. cameras. video cameras. Polaroid cameras. storms. angels. phones. computers. war. peace. decay. sadness. red lipstick. powder puffs. abandoned cars. skeletons. strangling. overcoats. puppets. torture. syringes. old cottages. loyalty. hospitals. teeth. scary basements. butterflies. prosthetic limbs. cats. dogs. dreams.

► Appearance Thick ass. bubble butt. flat ass. toned ass. Thick waist. narrow hips. average hips. wide hips. curvy frame. muscular frame. chubby frame. petite frame. lanky frame. voluptuous frame. lean frame. skinny. long legs. stumpy. average legs. thick thighs. muscular thighs. toned thighs. slender thighs. beer belly. toned stomach. flat stomach. feminine frame. masculine. frame. six pack. Big boobs. small boobs. no boobs. harsh facial features. baby face. soft features. freckles. scars. moles. dimples. braces. tattoos. piercings. pigtails. messy hair. pixie-cut. bald. long hair. shaved. ponytail. clipped back fringe. shoulder length. bob cut. old-fashioned hairstyle. dreadlocks. Bun. braids. shaved side. mohawk. buzz cut. Afro. Asymmetric. crown braid. wavy short. cotton buns. Fade. Comb over. Side part. Other.

► Wardrobe Tight pants. Jeans. Shorts. Short-Shorts. Jean shorts. Pajama pants. Dungarees. Skirt-Dungarees. Leggings. tights. Yoga pants. Basketball shorts. Lingerie. Boxers. Briefs. thongs. knee-high socks. socks. Pencil skirt. Long skirt. Mini Skirt. Tutu. Corset. sports bra. T-shirt. Sweater. vest Sweater. tight shirts. leather jacket. lace bra.Tanktop. Blouse. Cardigan. Button-up shirt. V Neck. Crop top. Flannels. Hoodies. Polo shirt. RacerBack shirts. Boob tube. Sun dress. 1-shoulder Dress. Strapless. Jumper Dress. Apron Dress. Shirt Dress. Ball gown. Nightgown. Highheels. Ballet shoes. Jelly shoes. Sandals. Rain boots. sneakers. Stripper heels. Flats. Knee-high boots. Cowboy boots. timberland boots. Dr.martens. Slip-ons. Slippers. Motorcycle boots. Chukkas. Loafers. Dress boots. lots of layers. beanies. top hat. sunhat. cap.

► have you ever… Broken something. Had a Near Death experience. Killed someone (and succeeded). Killed someone (and Failed). self-harmed. attempted suicide. had surgery. kissed the same sex. had sex. had sex and regretted it. lost a loved one. had a pet. Gotten arrested. gotten married. Divorced. cheated. gotten shot. been stabbed. witnessed death. Taken Drugs. gotten Drunk. Played with an ouija board. been in a car accident. Gotten stitches. Invented something. Had a Kid. Had something slipped into their food / drink. Been kidnapped. Been Sexually Assaulted. Been Bullied. Bullied someone. Had a stalker. Been betrayed. Been a Traitor. been abused. Gotten away with crime.

#survey #bolding survey #categorised survey

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smallraindrops-blog · 3 years

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Made To Break

Part two.

Warning: noncon/dubcon sex, yandere, talk of death. No beta. Read at your own risk.

Note: never wrote something like this before. Hope it was worth wait. Let me know if you like it! Enjoy!

Time dragged on, especially without your phone. You watched the clock, not able to pay attention to anything else.

The house felt different without the god inside. Your gut had been right the first night, he had been here the whole time.

You still regretted returning Hypnos his cloak, it was the only thing keeping you warm in the drafty house.

You debated trying to escape but you held off. Where would you even go? There was no one else who could help. Even if Hypnos was keeping you trapped, he could be the key to getting your dad back.

Also you're pretty sure Hypnos would follow you to the end of the world and then some.

Maybe if you just play along for now, you could show him the truth later when the spell doesn't work on you and he would be forced to admit you weren't the one he was looking for.

"Just one more day." You told yourself.

That's what Hypnos told you, "And when time gets close to twilight, make sure you are by his side." He said, locking his cloak in place.

You agreed, "Is there anything else I could do?"

Hypnos grinned, and tapped his lip, "How about a kiss good-bye?"

You rolled your eyes at him even though you were charmed by his cheekiness and shook your head. You knew that if you responded to his flirting, it would make the letdown worse.

"Oh well, can't blame a guy for trying." Hypnos said before he vanished before your eyes.

You had a sinking feeling of realizing that you wouldn't have been able to outrun him.

💮

It was in the middle of night during another round of tossing and turning when you realized something wasn't right.

There was a humming under your skin, like little jolts of energies that never stop moving.

Maybe you couldn't fall asleep due to stress or maybe you got used to Hypnos being around. He was the god of sleep, he must have played some role in helping you rest.

You crawled out of your bed and went to the window and stared out to the backyard. Little red poppies stood out from the blanket of snow, gently swaying in the wind.

Magic was real and Hypnos was as well, he felt human when you touched him. His grief when he talked about his lover sounded real. And he seemed hellbent making sure not to lose you.

Is it really that impossible that you were someone in a past life, a deity even? It sounded like something out of the fantasy books you read as a child.

You pressed your forehead against the cold glass, an welcomed sensation. You didn't want to admit it. Not to yourself at all.

But something in you has changed or is changing you just don't know what yet.

You just hope you don't lose yourself in the process.

💮

You were in line for coffee when the thought came. It was some honey glazed pastry you just happened to notice and thought 'Hypnos would love that especially with his sweet tooth.'

You froze, how in the world would you know that? You don't even know if the god could or want to eat.

You rubbed your eyes, it was the lack of sleep you told yourself.

You got to the hospital at the end of dusk, a coffee and a breakfast sandwich in hand. You took a big bite, trying to finish it before getting to the elevator.

It was early but you wanted to be here, even if Hypnos couldn't help, you wanted to at least be with your dad for what time he had left.

You slipped the coffee, grateful for the warmth. After getting in the elevator, you tabbed your foot nervously. Even the last bite of the sandwich couldn't calm your stomach.

You almost didn't see them when you stepped out, had you not glanced to the left you would have never seen them at all.

"Mrs. Johnson?" You asked, even in your anger at your ex, you still liked their mom. She mothered everyone and she always made sure to have your favorite cookies when you visited. She turned to face you, her blonde pixie hair was unkempt. Her red and puffy eyes widened in surprise. You tossed the coffee in the trash can as you made your way over.

"Oh my god, Y/N?" Mrs.Johnson sniffed, "Are you here to visit?" Even her voice sounded rough.

Your heart dropped, "For my dad, I don't know if they told you but he is in a coma right now."

"Oh honey. I'm so sorry, I didn't know." She hugged you tightly, her rose perfume was a comfortable smell in the hospital. She took your hands, her tears still flowing. You tried not to roll your eyes, of course your ex wouldn't even care enough to tell their mom, the sweetest person ever.

"Why are you here?" You asked worried for the poor woman.

"Something happened to (Ex/N), they were out partying and I don't know. Their roommate thinks they hit their head and haven't woken up since. It's the oddest thing, they couldn't even find where the brain bleed was. Or any marks." She shook her head, "it doesn't feel real."

You gasped, not able to make sense of her words. "Like they just went to sleep?" You asked, feeling like you've been dropped in ice.

She nodded, not saying anything.

"How long ago?"

"Two days or so, late during the night." She replied, she didn't notice the dread on your face. Did Hypnos use your phone? You had a feeling he was the one who took it but there was so much going on you had forgotten about it.

"Can I see them?" You asked, you need to see with your own eyes. Surely, this had to be a coincidence.

"Of course, hon."

💮

You had fully planned on never seeing your ex again. You kept meaning to block them but You weren't ready yet because you didn't want to admit you wasted your time.

You stared down at them, at the tubes, at the heart rate monitor. And You knew (Ex/N) was paying the price for your inability to block them.

You didn't love them, not in a way a person should love another you think. But you cared for them and wanted them to be happy. It wasn't until the cheating started, that it got bad.

Mrs. Johnson sat down in the chair and held their child's hand. Her face showed her heartbreak and every time there was twitch, there would be a hopeful look in her eyes only for it to die when nothing happened.

It was just like your father's coma.

You closed your eyes, anger boiling inside your chest. At yourself more so than Hypnos.

How could you been so stupid?

💮

You stared outside the window. It was the first clear day in weeks and the blue skies with the fat, lazy clouds seemed so more vivid than you remember.

Your father's heart monitor beeped steady and true. You couldn't look at him, guilt and anger was warring in your chest.

You had brought in the story Hypnos weaved for you. You didn't know how much was truth or lies. You think it was a healthy mix of both and it made it so much harder to know what really happened.

You covered your face with your hands, trying to make sure the tears didn't come out.

How could You get out of this? You saw some of Hypnos' powers, and you knew that it was the tip of the iceberg.

You couldn't stop thinking about the book, the warnings that you didn't see. This was a god that had once put the world to sleep, and you couldn't see a reason why he wouldn't again if he didn't get what he wanted.

it felt more cruel that he was playing games with your life, with all their lives. It would have been kinder to just kidnap you and leave everyone else out of it.

You looked up at the clock, just a few more hours left to go.

You really wished you brought your bat.

💮

Twilight was beautiful, even with the city skyline. You paced around the room, waiting for a change or for him to show up.

You almost didn't notice, too deep in your anger.

Your father's hand twitched, and you paused, not wanting to get your hopes up. Then his head turned to the side and you rushed to him.

"Dad! Oh my god, dad." You touched his arm gently, not wanting to spook him. His eyes opened up groggily, his head turned to you. He didn't react to seeing you but you weren't worried.

"I will be right back, I'm getting a nurse." You rushed out, giddy with relief.

💮

He doesn't remember you.

Your own father doesn't remember you.

You collapsed in the chair, the doctor tried to calm you down but you couldn't hear anything over the buzzing in your ears.

You knew. You just knew this was Hypnos' doing. Your hands tighten into shaky fists on your knees.

How fucking dare he do this. You gave him a chance and this is what he does.

Without a word, you stormed out the room.

💮

You don't remember getting in the car or the drive home. You knew Hypnos would be waiting for you.

He wasn't going to stop, you could feel in your bones. He would do to you in every single life you live and he won't care the cost it will take.

You slammed the car door shut, not brothing to hide your presence. You stood in the cold, uncaring how bitting the wind felt against your skin. Snow was still on the ground and little red poppies peeked through, bright against the snow.

Your breath came out in white puffs as you stared at your home. For all you knew this would be the last time you ever see it.

You took a deep breath, gathering what strength you had left.

It was time to face the music. To face him.

💮

You stopped in the entryway, not wanting to get closer than you had too. You could see even in the dark that the books were gone as well as the horrible eye and words. The one thing that lit the room was a single candle on the side table.

You looked at the other walls and saw pictures of you had been taken down. Fear tightened your throat and you stepped into the living room. Your eyes darted around but there was no sign of Hypnos.

You stepped into the living room and after a moment, you walked to your bedroom.

You whimpered when you opened the door. Everything was gone. The bed, the desk, all of it.

You took a step backward and another without looking away from your room.

Your heart stopped when you bumped into a warm chest. His arms wrapped around you tightly and his cheek pressed to your head.

"It's time to come home, Y/N." Hypnos said, tightening his hold to the point you couldn't breathe. Or scream as you watched the world you once knew vanished.

💮

You kicked and twisted in Hypnos' arms. "Let me go." You gasped, "I can't get air, please."

He loosened his hold but you were too busy gulping for air to care. You pushed away from and he allowed you to, unconcerned about you escaping.

You tried to steady yourself only to stumble, Hypnos grabbed your elbow.

"I'm sorry I forgot it takes some getting used to." Hypnos said. "You should have seen my brother the first few times. He used to get sick all the time."

"Don't touch me." You snapped, jerking away. You've been here before, the sound of water rushed to your ears. You turned to face him, to tear him a new one but when you saw him, you were shocked into silence.

Hypnos smiled, and pointed at his head. Two white wings had appeared out from his head and in the middle of his forehead, a single red and gold eye stared back. "So tell me Y/N, what is more surprising; the wings or the eye?"

You shook your head, "What the hell, Hypnos?" Your voice cracked. "Is this what you normally look like?" At least before he looked closer to humans, just a little odd looking. This was something else.

"Hhm, not when we first met but after the... you know, I just have these sometimes." Hypnos shrugged, his golden eyes on you.

"How could you?" You asked and Hypnos tilted his head at the question.

You took a step forward even though all you wanted to do was run. "I know what you did to my dad, to (Ex/N). Was it all a ruse? A game to you?"

Hypnos scowled, "I really don't appreciate hearing that name."

You stamped your foot, "Unbelievable! Is that all you have to say?"

"Oh no, the person who hurt someone I love is now having to suffer the consequences. How sad for them." Hypnos rolled his eyes at you. You have never wanted to choke someone more.

"His mother is suffering, just like how my dad is!" You yelled, hating how helpless you felt.

You walked closer, you knew he could grab you again but you needed him to listen. But Hypnos spoke before you.

"Your father isn't in pain, if anything I fixed it. He doesn't remember you or his wife. He will live out the rest of his days without you but you know humans are so quick to replace family."

Hypnos sighed, "I really did try to help him for your sake, Y/N. I felt sorry for him since he and I were both familiar with this kind of pain. But he already messed up once, I couldn't trust him not to try something else."

You were silent for minutes before you spoke. "You said you would never hurt me."

"And I haven't." Hypnos replied, he almost moved closer, wanting to comfort you.

"Liar." You spat out the word. "You have done nothing but hurt me since you showed up."

You glared at him,"You may have not touched me but you had caused so much hurt to everyone around me."

"And what makes you think I should even care about those humans?" Hypnos hissed, he grabbed your arm but you willingly went along with his tug. Words were your weapons now. You glared up at him, mere inches between you and him.

"Because I do. That should be more than enough for you." You licked your lips, "This isn't the first time we had this fight."

His gaze sharpen, golden and hard like a predator. "No it isn't." Hypnos agreed.

You could tell he wanted to ask more questions, to know exactly what you started to remember. Good.

"I had held my part, Hypnos. I agreed to come, to do whatever you needed from me." You said, "in a twisted way, yeah I guess you did help my dad even if it hurt me. And you warned me." You closed your eyes for a moment before meeting his again.

Hypnos stayed silent, his eyes watching you.

"But none of the other stuff had to happen. Mrs.Johnson was good to me, she was the closest thing I had to a mom." You whispered.

You didn't know how but something in the humming inside of you knew Hypnos would bend to you. His biggest weakness had always been you.

You laid a hand on his chest, "Listen to me, I'm willing to stay. I want to stay." You thought it would sound like lying but it didn't. Your heart twisted because you weren't lying and you knew it.

Was it really that easy to walk away from your human life?

"But I can't have you hurting people just for the sake of revenge. That is not who I am and that used to be you too." You murmured.

"Things changed Y/N." Hypnos murmured back. Just like before, he covered your hand gently.

A faint memory rises from the depths of your soul. Of Hypnos admiring your hands, always touching or holding them. You took a breath, not yet you thought to this other side of yourself, not yet.

"Then change again, Hypnos. For me." You pleaded.

"It's not that easy." But his tone was softer, you just had to push a little more.

"You once put the whole world asleep because you loved me. You became softer, kinder because you loved me. This is nothing to you." You keep your tone soft, not willing to break the quiet.

His eyes, all three of them, closed in defeat. "Okay...Okay Y/N. Just answer me this, do you love them?"

"No." You said bluntly. "They were a friend once but even though you were a jerk, I felt more with you than I ever did with them."

Hypnos nodded, the third eye opened again while his golden ones stayed close. "Good." He held a palm up, and a small dark, almost black mist formed, you could faintly see your ex and Mrs. Johnson.

The mist swirls quickly, and it changes into a soft white cloud. "It's done. They will wake up, and they will live." The cloud faded away and Hypnos dropped his hand.

His golden eyes opened and looked at you.

"Thank you." You told him. You cupped his cheek and he pressed into your hand with a sigh, his eyes closing again. "Darkness' sake, I've missed you." Hypnos said.

You leaned into him and hugged him. After a moment, he hugged back, resting his chin on your head. Neither one of you said anything for a while, just holding on each other.

"What do you remember, Y/N?" Hypnos asked, and you shrugged. "Honestly, just small bits here and there. I remembered you like honey."

Hypnos hummed, "I do. Is that all?"

You yawned, "No, sorry, it's mostly just me going by instinct or this feeling of deja Vu." You pressed into his chest. "I'm really sorry."

Hypnos rubbed your back slowly and you felt your body relax against his. This was so much nicer than anything you ever felt before.

"Come, let me show you where we can get some rest." Hypnos spoke, something was off about his tone. But you followed along anyway, too tired to even think.

💮

"You said anything, right?" Hypnos asked as you wandered around the cave. There wasn't much of anything. You see baskets of pomegranates, onions and other stuff in one room as Hypnos gilded you past it, his hand on your lower back.

Books were stacked on a desk but weren't what caught your attention. There was a bed, big and piled high with blankets and pillows. It looks like what exactly a god of sleep would want.

"Oh wow, this is the biggest bed I've ever seen." You walked toward it, "What side do you sleep on?"

You walked around the bed, keeping one eye on the god. "The middle but you can pick whatever side you want."

"O-oh." You stopped at the realization that of course this would be the only bed. There would be no reason for him to have a guest bed.

"You didn't respond to my question, Y/N. You agreed to do whatever I needed you to do, correct?" Hypnos said calmly as he held something in his hand. A small glass bottle.

You walked toward him, your heart racing at the almost predatory look he gave you.

"I. I did, yes, to get my memories back." You stopped just out of his reach. "Will that thing help?" You pointed down at the bottle

"In a way." He said and you stared at him.

"What are you not telling me, Hypnos?" You stood your ground. "I thought we were getting past this."

"You're right. It's going to hurt, just a bit. But it will help restore you." Hypnos held it up between his fingers, inside the liquid looked like water.

"Why do I feel like you're downplaying it?" You muttered. You took the bottle and popped open the cork.

You sniffed but it smells sweet, almost too sweet.

"Make sure you get every last drop, Y/N." Hypnos said, his golden eyes watching your every move.

You knew he wasn't being honest about something but you will have to deal with it later.

"Well, bottom up." You swallow every last drop. It didn't taste bad or anything at all, not even like water.

You felt his hands on you could do anything else. He pushed toward the bed and that when it hit you. A wave of dizziness made the room spend and he laid you down.

"Oh, I don't like this." You moaned. You didn't notice until it was too late, that he had pulled off your shirt. His hands felt too warm against your skin and you tried to push him off.

"I know, my love." Hypnos comforted, "I wouldn't do it if I didn't need to."

"Why?" You slurred, "I thought we were…" but you couldn't continue. The heat and the dizziness was too much for you.

"We are. We really are. But If I don't do this now, I won't get a chance until you are older and I can't risk you dying on me."

"I wouldn't have said no." You closed your eyes.

Hypnos pressed a kiss against your forehead tenderly "Yes, you would have, my love. You would want us to have more time. This way I can make sure we will have nothing but time."

His hand slided down your pants and past your underwear. He kissed you on your mouth, and pressed down against you.

You couldn't stop the gasps you made against his mouth as he rubbed you with his fingers. The pleasure you felt was far more intense than what you were used to.

"You even respond the same as you used to." Hypnos told you. "Blood and darkness, I could watch your face all day like this."

You hide your face in a nearby pillow out of spite and embarrassment. "Shut up." You moaned, hips arching against his touch.

Hypnos yanked the pillow away and tossed it out of your reach. He grabbed your chin to kiss you again. You met his kiss with as much force as you could.

"I hate you." You tried to pull away but he just pulled you back into another one. You could the heat building inside you along with the humming, the always moving energy built inside of you

And Hypnos himself consumed you,all of you and you wanted him to. Fates help you but you did. You wanted him to make you whole.

You moaned against his lips, tears running down your face as you arched and peaked.

You collapsed against the bed, Hypnos pressed kisses against your neck and collarbone.

You closed your eyes, shaking with the heat. "Hypnos, what did you give me?" You sobbed. The heat nor energy still haven't died down yet.

"Just gimme a moment, Y/N." Hypnos pulled away from the bed, and you sobbed again.

He came back and shushed you. His hand pulled down your pants, yanking your shoes along off them. You flushed at your nudity.

Hypnos loomed over you and he pulled you into a kiss. You buried your hands in his white curls as the kiss deepened. His knees nudged your legs apart as he broke the kiss.

"If I have to be nude, so do you." You tugged at his cloak. Hypnos laughed, "No, later."

His fingers worked you open and you found yourself spreading your legs more.

"You're so good, so so gorgeous. Y/N, do you know how good you look like this?" Hypnos priaised. And you somehow just flushed even more.

His fingers left you and he crawled toward you. "Kiss me." He demanded and you obeyed, the kiss you gave him was sweet and slow. He hummed against your lips and you felt him pushed inside you.

Your head tilt back to the bed with a gasp. You shook as the moment seem to stretch out, a endless moment of being taken.

You never felt so full and damnit, you hated how good he felt against you. The soft clothes gave you goosebumps as the brush against your bare skin. You sobbed as he moved inside you leisurely, like he had all the time in world.

"Hypnos, please." You begged. Your fingers curled against his tunic, trying to ground yourself against the feelings.

He shushed you, "I've been waiting for you for so long."

"I'm sorry, Hypnos." You whimpered as pleasure built back inside of you.

"Don't be." Hypnos groaned, his hips started moving quicker. "Losing you killed me, Y/N. I never thought I would have this again."

You were lost for words and just pulled him into another kiss, hoping that it will say everything for you.

During the kiss, his hips snapped against you quickly, fingers digging into your thighs.

"I love you Y/N. Fuu- I love you." Hypnos murmured against you. In a whisper, "I love you, Hypnos."

He moaned and you feel the hot wetness inside you. You trembled as you followed him.

You stared upward and the humming had become overwhelming. This was it, you thought weakly.

You don't remember closing your eyes.

💮

Later you wake up, Hypnos sleeping next to you and holding you tightly. He looked so much younger like this.

You could remember everything. The people, your role as an deity, Hypnos, of loving him and he loving you in return and... and your death.

You grimaced as you rubbed your chest, you could feel the sharp burning pain. Of magic that kept from dying like a normal deity.

But now you were reborn in a way.

There was strength in you too now. A sureness you didn't have an human. You blinked at Hypnos' sleeping face. The third eye was gone but you wasn't sure what it meant exactly. You both were going to have relearn one another.

You reached up and touched one of the wings. It twitched at your touch, and you smiled, amused.

"I missed your smile." Hypnos said, his voice rough with sleep."I think it worked, Y/N." His golden eyes studied your face. You stared back.

Then you reached up and flicked him on the nose. "You should've been honest from the start." You said.

"Ow! And I was, it's not like it was my fault humans won't listen." Hypnos scowled at you.

"Not that. About restoring me. I understand why you wouldn't be but you need to more honest with me from now on. Especially since I know it cost you some of your powers." You said as you pulled Hypnos closer. Tears had filled up in both of yours and Hypnos' eyes.

"Thank you. For bring me back. I felt something was missing in me since I was born but you found it. You found me." You kissed him, chaste and sweet.

Hypnos sobbed and held on to you tightly, his face in your neck. "It worked. It really worked."

You kissed his head, your tears matching his. The both of you weeped with joy, with sadness and relief of having each other again.

"I'm so sorry. It was my fault. I should had gotten there sooner." Hypnos said roughly.

"It was no one fault, we didn't know." You brush his curls to smooth him. "I don't blame you."

He nodded against your neck and you held him.

After a few minutes, he pulled away to look at you. His hands cupped your face. You cover his hands with your own, smiling.

"I still haven't told you everything." He said softly.

"That can wait." You murmured. "We got all the time in the world."

"We finally do, huh?" Hypnos said, and you meet him a long, slow kiss.

It was good to be home.

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #yandere

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nad-zeta · 3 years

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Game Night

Fandom: Ikevamp

Pairings: Arthot x Reader

Genre: Fluffffff plus mentions of Alcohol

Words: 1500+

Comments: Eeeeep and the birthday bash week continues! Hehehe I wonder who this is for hehehe ❤❤ ❤😳🥺Zeta can be sneaky tooo! 🥺😳❤🌈

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“Yahtzee!”

“Nooo! Wait! How! Gaah, next game!” you exclaimed from the leather seat opposite Arthur, sending him a death glare with crossed over arms.

“Not had enough yet, Luv? My, how you must enjoy defeat so,” the cocky words were spoken belonging to the British author who now wore a wide triumphant smile at yet another victory claimed.

Ooh, you wanted nothing more than to wipe that smug smirk right from his face; the only problem was Arthur Conan Doyle was a master at all games and puzzle alike— and you had absolutely no chance at winning. No matter the challenge, he would rise to the occasion and steal victory from right from beneath your nose— even if you were the goddess of luck herself, you doubted you would be able to secure victory.

“I’ll show you defeat,” you sneered, taking a sip of your whiskey mix and watching him set up the next board with hawk eyes. He must be cheating? Right? There was simply no other explanation as to how this man would be able to win at games he had never even heard of before, much less played.

Or perhaps he— “it is not luck. I assure you, my darling bird,” his blue eyes lifted to meet yours, cunning smile on his lips, cutting your thoughts short.

How did he do that? You glared at the man wearing a mix of shock and horror. Infuriating, you thought, especially when he all so amusingly seemed to chuckle at the expressions you made. “Would you believe me if I said it was magic,” he asked with enthusiasm, leaning forward with bright eyes.

Again he seemed to read your mind, answering your inner thoughts out loud. You narrowed your eyes at him apprehensively; you knew vampires existed, yes? But magic? There was no way. “Prove it,’ the words left your mouth as you found that despite the side-eye delt, you inched closer in curiosity.

“Abracadabra,” Arthur spoke the familiar words of an old friend and produced a small box from his sleeve.

“That’s not magic, you big ol cheat! That’s just a trick!” you huffed, rolling your eyes at him— but mostly at yourself for almost believing such a thing to be possible.

“Poppycock! It’s not just a trick! It’s magic! After all, how else would you explain the appearance of this magical box out of thin air,” he hummed, holding the dainty blue velvet box out towards you. With another roll of the eyes, you reached out to take the box from his hands.

“Most definitely not with science, that’s for sure,” you spoke with hints of sarcasm behind your teasing grin, fingers pulling at the ribbon atop the box. You carefully opened the lid, not entirely sure what to expect— after all, it would not be the first time you had opened a gift from the man only for it to be some or other good-natured jest.

You held the box away from you, opening it cautiously while closing one eye, the other eye barely peeking open to a squint to catch a glimpse of the box’s contents carefully.

You half expected a flurry of glitter to shoot out from the inside and puff straight into your face— you know, as a way to prove fairies existed or whatnot.

Arthur sat back in his chair with crossed legs and a fond smirk over his lips, “I do hope you like it Luv, the fairies worked awfully hard to construct it,” he quipped with a snort, only adding to your suspicion.

Finally, you opened the lid to reveal two pairs of dazzling red dice, shimmering gently, as the light from the fireplace reflected off the smooth crystal surface. You had to smile— of course, Arthur would cutely attribute the glitter within to the magical pixie dust of the fairies he loved so much.

“Now that I have passed on some of my wizard powers, highest roll starts,” he spoke, getting back into the game mode as he placed on his polka dot glasses while sending you a flirty wink.

He leaned forward, resting his chin on his folded hands, waiting for you to roll the dice; only instead of rolling your new set of crimson, you mimicked his movements. No way you were going to roll first, for all you knew, these dice might be just as cursed as the previous ones.

“After you,” you spoke, sliding your new dice towards the man.

His blue eyes met yours challengingly as he picked up the dice, giving them a gentle shake in a mock roll before placing them before you once more, “ladies first’ he winked with a smug smile.

Ah, if he thought you were going to back down from the mental challenge so soon, he was sorely mistaken. You fixed him with a determined glare of your own, “Age before beauty, I insist,” you said with a wicked smile, once more pushing the dice towards him.

He rose to the challenge, letting go of an amused snort, not making any effort to move, as blue eyes met yours with a lifted chin, “Beauty before the beast,” he spoke full of confidence. No matter the game, or challenge, Arthur never liked to be bested. Be it by his friends, family or lover, losing was not an option.

“Men before hens,” you spoke again smugly, crossing your arms, leaving the dice right where they were on his side of the table. “I could do this allllll night long, dearie, so you best hurry up and roll,” you added for good measure.

With a chuckle and shake of the head, Arthur relented, swiping the dice of the table and shaking them in his hands, “very well hen, since it’s your birthday, I suppose I shall back down just this once.”

He blew on the dice, a good luck ritual of sorts, before throwing them down on the table.

The game was now afoot!

You could tell by the glimmer in his eyes he was already planning, strategising, plotting, if you will. Was this his plan all along, to go first? You shook the thought from your head, focusing your attention on the snakes and ladders board. You needed to keep your wits about you if you wanted to win this game. 50% luck, 20% skill and 30% pure divine intervention— thus, you started to pray. The stakes were high, and the reward even higher.

“Twelve,” you practically squealed out in excitement at the outcome of the first roll, looks like the prayer worked, now to keep up the momentum. Taking a swig of your drink, it was finally your turn to roll the dice.

Somewhere between the smack talk and fun, you and Arthur had upped the stakes, adding a rule to include a shot taken for each snake you were to descend down. Needless to say, you had lost count of the number of shots that had passed your lips as you were very much past well-toasted at this point.

Dimming and brightening, you struggled to keep your eyes open, determined to finish—determined to win.

“Yes! Take that, Arty, down the snake you go! Ha! Drink up sunshine,” you chanted, filling Arthur’s glass to the rim with gin while getting up to do a little premature victory dance. However, your victory celebration seemed to end all too soon, with the next roll sending your straight down the very same snake.

”For Fudge sake!” you yelled, throwing yourself back into the chair— the image of yourself flipping the table in frustration playing in your mind’s eye— bringing a smile to your lips as you took another sip.

The night continued on.

It wasn’t before long Arthur was officially declared the winner— albeit he had to announce himself the winner as you were now ‘resting your eyes’ busy fighting yet another losing battle.

“Ah, I believe I win, now for my prize,” he sang out, downing the remnants of his glass and towering over your resting form.

“You ought to be more careful, Luv. What if I were to pounce on you, honestly, bird? What am I going to do with you.”

He crouched down, sitting on his heels as he slowly reached out to gently pull his fingers through your silken hair. Suddenly you shifted, falling forward—forehead landing on his shoulder, you murmured a little, snuggling closer to his warmth before breaths softly evened out once more. “You really are quite a troublesome drunk, aren’t you, dove, “he cooed, hand moving from your hair to tenderly stroke your cheek.

In one swift motion, Arthur picked you up, “upsy daisy, there we are, now off to bed with you, my darling.” You shifted again in his arms, nose nuzzling further into the cook of his neck. He smiled down at you, blue eyes filled with nothing but pure love and affection, before carrying you off to bed.

He gently laid you down, tucking you beneath the sheets before dropping one final adoring kiss on your forehead. “Happy birthday, my darling bird,” was all he spoke in a soft whisper before extinguishing the light and tucking you in his arms, drifting off into a blissful sleep of his own.

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#arthur conan doyle ikevamp #arthur conan doyle #arthur ikevamp #arthur ikevam #ikevamp arthur #ikemen vampire arthur #arthur x reader #Birthday Bash

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puffpixieofficial · 4 months

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 3 years

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Sorrel, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 2000 Pairing: Male Pixie x Disabled Male Reader (both cis)

I know I said I’d write Patrekj the alien first but someone had other ideas. This story has content warnings for slavery, torture, new experiences with disability, and death, as silly as the premise may originally seem.

xxx

‘Baked with Love and Pixie Dust’.

You’ve seen the sign on the bakery window ever since you were barely to your mother’s knee, but no one ever thinks anything of it. It’s ridiculously popular for being a mom-and-pop shop, famous for its Pixie Puffs filled with rainbow custard and whipped cream. It isn’t until you ask to use their restroom one evening while waiting for your best friend’s birthday cookie cake to be cool enough to handle that you come to know that it’s more than just a sign. You hear rustling and then the sound of glass shattering behind an employees only door, and while you usually wouldn’t have poked your head in, the thought of an employee being hurt behind closed doors spurred you on.

There is a human-like body on the floor—tiny, little bigger than the size of your palm—in a pool of blood and broken glass. Dead, from the looks of it, but the absurdity of the situation doesn’t leave you entirely gormless. You look around the room and find where the glass has come from: a shelf of bottles and jars of different sizes with different ingredients inside of them, and one with a tiny, glowing creature fluttering and chirping within.

Nope.

You shut the door and go about your business. Clearly you’re hallucinating, or perhaps misunderstanding what you’ve seen. Surely, it can’t have been real, so you pick up the cookie cake and continue on your way. Your friends seem worried about the state of you throughout the birthday celebrations, but you wave their concerns aside. You’re fine, you tell them, and you drink a little more each time. That night, you toss and you turn, aching for sleep and watching the clock on your bedside table bleed red into the darkness like that little body bled onto dirty tiles, and you can’t help but end up with your head in the toilet bowl and your heart in your throat.

You have to go back. You can’t not return.

This is the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, you tell yourself, and ‘stupidest’ doesn’t even sound like a real word with how drunk you still are. Regardless, you dress all in black and park a block away from the bakery, looking over your shoulder every few steps in what you’re sure is the most suspicious attempt at ‘playing it cool’ that you’ve ever made. You anticipate the alarm going off when you break in through the back door, but you don’t expect it to be so damn loud, disorienting you in your drunkenness and making your fingers clumsy.

Still, you manage to make it to the now-locked storage room, kicking at the deadbolt until it gives way with a splintering of wood and a fierce ache in your leg. Once inside, you head for the shelf and take the jar that’s begun to glow, stuffing it into the old backpack you brought with you and hightailing it out of there as soon as it’s secure. Gods, you hope they’d cleaned up the body, otherwise you are dearly certain that you’ve gone and stepped on it in your haste; thinking about that makes your stomach heave all over again.

You don’t know how you make it home. Like some sort of cartoon villain, you creep to the window and wait for your apartment to be surrounded by police cars and flashing lights, but it doesn’t happen. You hear twittering from your bag and take it to the kitchen to set on one of the countertops, pulling open the zipper and peering in with the same wariness you would have if you had somehow managed to shove a tiger into a burlap sack.

A tiny face peers back up at you from the darkness, glowing eyes wide and lips parted. He looks human enough, except that his eyes are a little too big and his face is a little too sharp. He looks young. He looks frightened and vulnerable, looking up at you like you might hurt him at any moment.

He looks like you need a drink.

After a little hair of the dog, you take the jar out of your backpack and place it carefully on the countertop, eyeing the little creature as warily as he eyes you. He’s silent now, with none of the earlier meeping and chirping, but you can tell that this silence is deliberate as he assesses you with his large, intelligent eyes. This is no air-brained critter that should have been housed in a jar with holes drilled into the lid, and yet here he is, captive and likely calculating his chances of survival.

“I’m going to let you out,” you decide aloud, narrowing your eyes at the creature as you shuffle closer, “but if you attack me, I’m getting the fly swatter and I’m hunting you down. Capische?”

To your surprise, he glares back at you and nods, if reluctantly.

“Right. Cool. I’m talking to a fairy. Nothing weird about that,” you tell yourself, sidling along the edge of the counters and gingerly taking hold of the jar as though he could bite you through the glass. When nothing happens, you roll your eyes at yourself and take hold of the jar lid, moving to turn the lid—the jolt you get is surprising, and you’re sure your neighbours can hear you scream as pain wrenches up your arm from your skin to the marrow of your bones. You almost drop the jar, but the alarmed twittering of the creature inside brings you back to yourself. “It’s fine,” you pant, shaking out your arm that is definitely not fine and blinking tears from your eyes. “What, is this shit enchanted?”

The creature nods up at you, eyes full of sympathy and concern.

“Great,” you mutter, heaving a beleaguered sigh. “I’m gonna die freeing a fairy—or I guess you’re a pixie?--from baked goods slavery. Jesus H.”

You hear more soft chittering from the pixie. He looks crestfallen, almost resigned.

“No, I’m going to do it. Couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. Hang on, I might drop you.”

The pixie curls his lip in a grimace, clearly displeased.

“You’re not the one getting zapped by a lid. Ready?” He nods.

“One, two—” You twist the lid with as much force as you can muster, and you hear yourself screaming again. It must be painful, but there is so much of it that your nerves overload and you can feel nothing but what feels like a thunderclap of sensation, and then nothing at all. When you next regain consciousness, it’s with a ragged gasp and a series of terrible coughs, body rolling onto its side of its own accord as you try to curl up around your every misfiring nerve.

“Easy, love,” you hear a voice say, backed by what feels and sounds like an earthquake. A hand rubs at your back, but you can only croak a protest as pain flares from the point of contact.

“It hurts,” you manage to say, shaking from top to toe like a phone set to vibrate. “Gods, it hurts.”

“You stopped breathing,” the voice murmurs, and you blink up through your tears at the pixie from before. At first, you marvel at his ability to change sizes, and then you see a giant piece of glass behind him and realise that it’s you who has changed, lying in your massive kitchen among the remains of that thrice-damned jar.

“What’s that noise?” you ask, trying to sit up and failing. You manage a noise of gratitude at the pixie as he helps you struggle to your feet, following his gaze as he looks in the direction of the front door. “The authorities.”

“Oh, shit,” you mutter, leaning unsteadily against the pixie and squawking when he scoops you up into his arms. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” he asks, and for the first time, you see feathered wings spring from his back and flutter so quickly as to be little more than iridescent flashes of colour. “Getting us somewhere safe.”

“Oh, shit-sticks,” is all you can come up with as you both leave the ground, and you cling to the pixie like a frightened cat as he flies through your apartment and behind your sofa just as the door gets kicked open. There’s a lot of that going around tonight, you think inanely, even as the pixie dims his glow into nothingness. “I don’t even know your name.”

“It’s Sorrel,” he whispers back to you, looking down at you sharply—he’s smaller than you, you realise—as he sets you back on your feet. “Now, be quiet.”

You’re both silent as the police search for you through your apartment, and though Sorrel keeps a firm hold of you, your legs still tremble like a newborn foal’s.

“That’s the strangest thing,” you hear one of the police officers say as he approaches the door again. “There’s nothing but the broken glass in the kitchen. You checked the windows?”

“All locked,” his partner replies. “No one’s come in or out. Nothing in the closets or under the bed. There’s no one here.”

“Three different neighbours heard him scream.”

“Yeah.”

“They can’t all be wrong.”

“I know.”

“That’s fucking creepy. It’s too early for this shit.”

“I think you mean late. It ain’t morning until I sleep.”

“Whatever. Are the others still at the break-in?”

“I think so.”

“Do you think they’ll give us yesterday’s doughnuts if we ask nicely?”

“If you think for one second I’m going to be caught dead eating doughnuts while in uniform—” The conversation fades out as your front door closes, and you sag against Sorrel so suddenly that your legs give out.

“Whoa,” he says, turning you so that you have the wall at your back for support. “Easy does.”

“I feel like I’m gonna be sick,” you mumble, reaching up to cover your eyes with your hands so that the world stops spinning.

“I’ll say,” Sorrel murmurs back. “It’s not every day someone comes back from the dead.”

You lift your head so quickly that you nearly pull something in your neck. “Come back from the whamst?”

“You stopped breathing,” says Sorrel, an echo of his earlier words. “I had to push air into your lungs, coax at your heart. You’re lucky you had a strong desire to live, or else the curse would have taken you.”

“‘Curse’? You mean the fucking jar?”

Sorrel nods, frowning sympathetically. “It was enchanted so that my magic was subdued while I was within it, and so that only those with a special glove could open the lids.”

“Wh—how did they even feed you? Clean the jar, anything?”

Sorrel’s eyes—bright and yellow as a cat’s—darken like a cloud front settling in front of the sun. “They gassed us first.”

“Oh.”

“Mm.”

The thought—or perhaps the tequila—makes your stomach revolt, and you shudder out an, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t ask again,” says Sorrel, turning his head away from you as he peers toward the front door.

“I won’t,” you promise, then turn and immediately get sick against the back of your sofa. Despite your prior insensitivity, Sorrel rubs your back and murmurs soothing nothings throughout this ordeal, and he helps you steady yourself when you recover—if “recovery” is a word that can be used to describe the way you feel only slightly less close to death’s door.

“We need to get you to a healer,” Sorrel murmurs, frowning as he brushes cold sweat from your brow.

“I don’t think I can see a doctor when I’m 4 inches tall,” you mumble, closing your eyes as Sorrel presses the coolness of his fingers against your heated brow. He feels so refreshing, and you feel like you were about to faint.

“Not a human doctor. A healer.”

“What’s the difference?” you ask, and find that you’re unable to open your eyes, or even protest when Sorrel picks you up again.

“At this point?” says Sorrel. “Life and death.”

#exophilia #exophlia fic #monster romance #monster boyfriend #mlm exophilia #male reader #pixie #pixie boyfriend #Sorrel #my work

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isolaradiale · 1 year

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FIBONACCI WARD

COTES WARD

GOLDEN WARD

ARCHIMEDES WARD

MISTWOOD

SWIRLING GULF

THE CITY OF GLASS

SUNSET CIRCUIT

SKY-STREWN ISLES

THE ECHO

#winterfes

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sketchyallstar · 3 years

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Massive Doodle Dump Time!

We are at max capacity for pics here folks! I’ve been drawing a bit more lately and these are the miscellaneous doodles I’ve been most proud of. Explanations under the cut!

I wanted to try drawing my Owl House OC, Topaz, in the show’s art style. You decide how well I did at that.

My Hazbin Hotel OC, Verity Rathbone. I was inspired by this Cody Fry song called Flying, it just makes me think of her story.

I was feeling nostalgic so I doodled characters from the Barbie Fairytopia movies. Dandelion and Elina are in love, Azura and Dahlia are exes who still like each other a lot, Nori is a bisexual mermaid queen, I just love everything about those movies. I also found out the two random mermaid barbies that me and my sister had actually had names, so I drew stylized interpretations of the doll designs. My doll was Merissa and my sister’s was Shella, if you were wondering.

This page has my Marvel OC, Phantom Fox, as well as design ideas for a magical girl team based on mythical creatures. I might post more about both character concepts at a later time.

I absolutely adore Slime Rancher, I just wish I had a computer powerful enough to run it! I haven’t played but I’ve seen other people play, so I of course made an OC. She’s a Slime Historian researching the history of the Far Far Range and the Glass Desert. She keeps a Tarr Slime in a hard light container, it’s kinda like her pet. Also on the page are more sketches for the magical girls, just their tiara/helmet things. Still working on the outfits.

Was watching a Drawing Wiff Waffles video and I decided to draw along with her three marker challenge! I drew three markers of my own at random, and the color palette made me wanna draw something summer-y and I just felt like drawing that pose in the moment, so that’s what I got!

After watching James’s Gunn’s The Suicide Squad I felt inspired to finally make a DC comics OC. I might make a post just about her, but the basics is that I loved the superhero name Phantom Fox I had come up with for my Marvel OC and came up with an alternate power set and origin story to use the name with. To not confuse things however, I’ll call the Marvel OC Phantom Fox and the DC OC Vulpecula, because it’s the fox constellation and she’s got witch powers and fairy magic but she’s also a thief, like a fox.

I wanted to draw my Nettlewood Fam so I dedicated half of a spread to them. I also doodled my Minecraftsona, as well as Vulpecula and Phantom Fox coming face to face.

My main Pixie Hollow OC, Valora, the Dream-Walking Talent fairy. Hers is the first talent of its kind, it’s a subset of the Problem-Solving Talent which in of itself is a subset of the Helper Talent. When she sleeps at night she enters the dreams of fairies and helps them through nightmares or stress dreams. It tires her out like she doesn’t sleep at all so she takes frequent naps throughout the day and looks generally very sleepy. Valora’s favorite food is Dulcie’s famous Poppy Puff Rolls.

Saw an image of Doc Ock from the No Way Home teaser that I felt like redrawing, and then I felt like drawing Jumper, my Spidersona, since in her universe she’s the biological daughter of Doctor Otto Octavius given away at birth and adopted by another family.

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whencartoonsruletheworld · 3 years

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“All we know is that we like you. We have no taste, but we like you.”

I, personally, think that the human!Warners should change physical appearance every time the camera cuts away, just to add to the chaos. They deserve it.

Closeups under the cut:

in order of when i drew them

1. Anime Dot - based most heavily off Dot’s design in the anime sequence of “Bun Control.” Wears short hair in a half-do, has floppy bangs, lightest eyes at a visible brown.

2. “Here’s the Show’s Name-y” Dot - Natural hair pulled back off the face; dark eyes and adorable smile.

3. Justice Dot - Pink/blue/red hijab with flower clip, likely fistfighting a misogynist on the street as we speak.

4. “Like, Nyah” Dot - Black pixie cut with a little bit pulled up, choppy and wild as all hell.

5. “Going to cause problems on purpose” Dot - High ponytail, Medium skintone with vitiligo markings resembling her animated face markings; on the left cheek is a light spot that resembles her animated head shape.

6. Pigtail Dot - Flower is split between both high pigtails, long widow’s peak falling over her eye. Has two earrings, unclear why. Biting her lip with one of her fangs.

7. Puffy Dot - hair in two afro-puffs, with dark skin and vitiligo markings resembling her animated face markings. To the right of mouth is a shape resembling her animated head. Cut off at the bottom because I messed up on the hands.

8. Bun Dot - hair in a tight bun, center bangs cut to a sharp point. Trying to look cute so her brothers give her whatever she wants.

9. Braids Dot - two braids, pulled high up against her head and tied with the flower. Asking a perfectly innocent question that definitely has nothing to do with explosives.

10. Bangs Dot - most hair pulled into high ponytail, notable very long center bang that falls over her right eye.

11. Glasses Dot - puffy hair is pulled into a bun. Has black glasses. Is thinking up ways to sass someone until they die.

12. Eyelid Pull Taunt Dot - Pink hijab with the flower pinned on the top left. Is sticking out her tongue and mocking today’s “special friend.”

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If Only I Had Stayed In The Shadows - Chapter Two

James Potter x OC

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Prologue Chapter One

"Get up, it's Hogsmeade time!" Marlene shouted and I felt something soft hit the back of my head.

"Nrnngh," I grumbled, snuggling my face further into my pillow. "Come on, we only have this day and we have to eat breakfast, too!"

"Fine," I sighed, rolling off the bed.

"So, what's the plan for today?" I asked as we trudged down the hill towards the village after we handed in our permission slips to Filch.

"I need to go to the Hairdressing Salon for a new haircut," Marlene announced, tightening the scarf around her neck as a rather cool breeze drifted around us.

Groaning, I held her back by the elbow, "Are we going to spend all day in a salon? That's a total waste!"

"Oi, taking care of my hair is not a waste. And maybe you two should get a haircut, too," Marlene pointed out, causing Lily and I to splutter in protest.

"Excuse me, why do I need a haircut?" Lily asked, reaching up to touch her hair.

"It's way too long and unpractical, you always need hours for a Straightening Charm to work," the dark-haired girl explained matter-of-factly, "And yours, dear Cecily, is way too long and asymmetrical. It's as if you are cutting your hair yourself."

I kept quiet, wondering how she had figured that out as I touched my straight, light-brown hair a bit self-consciously. "Whatever, I don't want to spend all day in a hair salon," I said defiantly, "Besides, I need to get to Honeydukes to get all kinds of candy."

"What for?"

"For myself mostly…and for Madam Pomfrey." My two dear friends both came to an abrupt halt.

"You are trying to bribe her?" Lily laughed and I gave her a shrug, "What else can I do?" They just shook their head, "What do you think would be her taste?"

"Cec, you are going to Honeydukes. You won't find anything that will not be to anyone's taste," Lily stated, and I had to agree.

"The shop is across the hair salon," Marlene informed as we reached the village, "You go to there and I will get my hair done in under an hour. Promise!"

"Fine. And we go to the Three Broomsticks after?"

"Deal."

We parted ways with Marlene, Lily deciding to roam around Honeydukes with me to avoid sitting in the salon and possibly getting a hair cut without wanting to.

The bell jingled as I opened the wooden door and I took in the scent of mixed sweets, "Ah, I'm in heaven."

"Agreed," Lily said with a smile. I looked around the many rows of chocolate, gummies and other kinds of teeth-rotting sweets. "Now that I think about it, a Healer would probably not like unhealthy food like this, would they?"

"Please, she is not a dentist. No one can resist these goodies," Lily said, devouring a toffee with a satisfied hum as she handed me one, "Definitely not."

I resolved to pick up a bit of each sweet, resulting in a steadily growing package. Lily's eyes went wide, "Are you serious?"

"No, I'm Sirius," the black-haired boy popped up from behind us out of nowhere, causing us to shriek.

"Bloody Hell, Black! I almost dropped my bag!" I cursed, adjusting my grip on the sweets. Sirius raised his eyebrow as he took a peek inside, "Is this the aftermath of a break-up?"

'I wish,' I thought, shaking my head wordlessly whilst the other three Marauders came up, each with a smaller bag of their own in their hands.

"Hm? The time of the month then?" Remus blanched upon hearing his words whilst James and Peter laughed quietly. "Sirius!"

"What? I'm just wondering why she is buying so many sweets just for herself."

"It's not for myself. It's to bribe someone," I said deftly before moving further down the lane to inspect the other sweets.

"You need to bribe someone?" James asked, following me – or rather Lily, who had left with an eyeroll and was staying a few feet away.

"Yep, for a favour."

"Excuse me but I think you will have other possibilities to…persuade someone," James said suggestively (and loudly) and I had almost dropped the bag again.

"Um, what?" I muttered, turning around to face him only to lean back in surprise upon seeing how close he was. He smirked and it looked kind of…off. My eyes flickered towards his friends, who were suspiciously occupied with whatever was in front of them. "Well…in this case it's an old lady, who will probably be more responsive to chocolate than whatever you are suggesting."

"You know exactly what I'm suggesting." I tried to ignore how red my face must have been at this point until he chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "I'm just messing with you, Grant."

I breathed out, slapping his arm and turning away, "Good." Too bad.

"Now, who is the old lady and what favour do you need? Are you trying to bribe McG for a better grade?"

"You say that as if that would actually be possible."

"Touché," James mused, watching me pick some Chocolate Cauldrons as he munched on a toffee, "Who is it then?"

"Madam Pomfrey," I said, seeing no harm in telling him, "For an internship at the Hospital Wing." A choking sound made me turn around towards him, "You alright there, James?"

"Y-yeah," he said, hitting his chest with his fist a few times before he managed to swallow the rest of the sweet, "You-you want to work at the Hospital Wing?"

"Yep. I could use the internship for future applications as a Healer," I explained, shifting the bag on my arm as the other ached, figuring it would be enough for now.

"Um, is that possible?" James wondered, his face unusually pale as he looked back towards his friends, "I didn't know that."

"Yeah, it is possible. My parents were interns during their time here. But ever since First Year, Madam Pomfrey hasn't recruited anyone."

"Is that so?"

"It's so weird, really," I said mindlessly, munching on a Chocolate Frog, "But I'm gonna try anyway."

"Well, good luck with that," James replied with a high-pitched laugh and I looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, "You sure you are alright there?"

"Yes!" the messy-haired boy said quickly before clearing his throat, "And if you want to convince her to take you in, you should add another of the Pixie Puffs. Those are her favourites."

"How do you know that?"

"I have my ways," James winked, dropping a puff into my bag before grabbing it from me, "Come on, I will carry it for you."

"Um, thanks?" I asked more than stated, following him towards the cashier.

"You are very welcome. Hello Evans," James greeted Lily politely, who was waiting for me at cash desk with raised eyebrows.

"Hello…Potter," she said slowly, widening her eyes at me when he had his back turned towards us, standing in the line. 'What's going on?' she mouthed.

'No freaking idea,' I mouthed back before neutralising my expression as the boy with round glasses turned back, "Have you been to the Three Broomsticks, yet?"

"Nope. Later, though first I apparently need a haircut," I answered, sharing a look with Lily.

"Why is that? Your hair is pretty the way it is," James commented, leaning close once again.

"I said 'apparently', Potter," I told him, leaning back once again before gesturing him to move as the line cleared and I was up to pay.

"Good, you don't need it."

"My thoughts exactly!"

James laughed and Lily cleared her throat, catching our attention, "I'm gonna head out and see if Marlene is done. Would you reserve a table at the pub?" I nodded in agreement and she left, not without another look at James. I noticed him watch after her as soon as her back was turned at him, wondering about his weird behaviour.

He stayed quiet whilst I paid for the sweets before handing me the bag. "Well, I'm off to the Shrieking Shack. See ya!" And he left with his friends. Well, that was abrupt.

The next week consisted of classes, me begging Madam Pomfrey for an internship with a new bag of sweets everyday and James somehow hanging around me outside of class and Quidditch practice. It started with him joining me on study sessions in the library and sitting next to me during breakfast, lunch and dinner or asking to sit with him at the fireplace in the Common Room like right now.

I was trudging through the portrait hole with yet another miserable pout as James called out to me loudly, "Grant, come over!"

"Hey James," I sighed as I plopped down on an armchair next to the loveseat he was sprawled all over. He pouted playfully, "I wanted you to sit next to me."

"How?" I asked, trying to gulp inconspicuously at the lazy smile on his face, "Your limbs are in the way."

"There is more than enough space all over me," he said, gesturing towards his body.

I blushed deeply, causing his grin to widen, and cleared my throat. "Honestly, James. What's up with you lately?"

"What do you mean?"

"You've been acting weird, lately," I pondered and watched him shift uncomfortably, "Spending a lot of time with me when we have never talked outside of class and Quidditch before."

"What is weird about trying to get closer to a Quidditch member? It raises the team spirit," James retorted.

"Raise the team spirit?" I repeated with a raised eyebrow, "We have more than enough team spirit. And I don't see you spending that much time around the other members."

"I have priorities," James said.

"What priorities?"

"You, for one," he replied with a grin.

"…Me?"

"Yeah, you," James sat up, leaning forward on his knees, "You are close to becoming Chaser No. 1."

"What do you mean?" I wondered.

"Angie is going to quit after winter break."

"What?"

"Yes," the brown-eyed boy sighed, running a hand through his already messy hair, "She wants to concentrate on her N.E.W.T.s, so she is leaving the team."

"Who is going to be her substitute?"

"Archie Stan."

"Oh, hell no."

"Oh, hell yes."

"James, Archie and I don't get along," I hissed quietly, "We can't play together."

"You will have to. We will integrate him into Team A practice from the next session on," James explained and smiled at my frown, "Come on. It's not going to be so bad. You could try to get along with him."

"It's not my fault. He is the one, who has a problem with me," I complained, crossing my arms, "Trust me, I doubt we are going to harmonise."

"You will, don't worry," James reassured me, placing a hand on my knee. I stilled at his touch, feeling the warmth of his palm through the leggings I was wearing, "I'm the Captain. And as a Captain, I'm also the designated mediator of the team."

"We are doomed then," I said dryly and he gave me a look, causing me to giggle.

"You meanie," he flicked my knee before leaning back against the couch. We talked more about Quidditch, the current league and discussing, which team would win this year until it was well past midnight.

I went to bed that night with a giddy feeling in my chest and I went to bed with a giddy feeling for the next few weeks as the evening talks became somewhat a ritual between James and me. We would talk about mindless things such as Quidditch, classes and even the meaning of life.

This night, I was a bit late after another visit at the Hospital Wing. I had received a letter of my parents today, expressing their disappointment in me not having started that internship, yet. And of course, I got rejected again by Pomfrey again.

"Hey, what's with the long face?" James asked as I arrived in the Common Room.

I merely groaned, dropping face first onto the loveseat. "So, Madam Pomfrey has rejected you once more?" James asked and I groaned again. "Thought so," James added and I merely grumbled.

"I just don't get why she won't take any interns in," I moaned, turning on my back, "She is so busy, I always see more than ten students every day, she obviously needs help."

"Well, maybe that's exactly why. She probably doesn't have the time to instruct someone when she has so much to do."

"I don't need much instructing…" I said and he gave me a look, "What, you know it!"

"True," he said with a wide smile, causing me to return it. He took my hand in his, squeezing it slightly, "Don't worry. I'm sure she will come around soon."

"Maybe…"

"Did she take the bag of sweets again?"

"Of course, she did."

"Dang it, I was looking forward to some Chocolate Balls." I laughed before reaching into my pocket and throwing a ball at him. With his Seeker's instincts he was able to catch it on time before it hit his face, shooting me a mock reprimanding look before unwrapping the sweet. "Are you gonna try again tomorrow?"

"Yeah…but I don't even know why I bother," I sighed, "It's not like I even want an internship that much."

"Then why do you?"

"My parents want me to."

James raised an eyebrow. "They are both Healers."

"Ah, and they want you to become one, too."

"Yep."

"…And what do you want?" he asked quietly, leaning on his knees.

Sighing heavily, I said, "I just want to play for the Montrose Magpies."

"Oh, it's good they are trying to force you to become a Healer then."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm just joking," James laughed, standing up to sit on the carpet in front of me, "You should pursue that possibility though."

"Oh please. The Montrose Magpies are one of the biggest teams in English league- no, you can't convince me otherwise!" I said as he opened his mouth to protest, "They would never take someone from a school's team."

"Of course, they wouldn't," he agreed, grinning when I pouted, "But you can start with a smaller team. You know, recruiters always come to watch the second leg of the Quidditch games at spring every year. You might catch someone's eye."

"They only look for Seventh Years," I pointed out.

"Well, obviously they don't want to be responsible for students dropping out of school," James said with a 'duh' tone, "But it's a possibility for next year.

And whilst waiting for that you can continue trying for that internship."

"You mean pursue both careers?"

"Exactly. Why do you make a choice now what to do in the future when you don't have to, yet?" James reasoned, "You should open as many doors for you as you can and then make a choice when you have to." I stared at the boy in front of me, watching the light of the fire flicker over his face. I had never found anyone as attractive as him in that moment.

"James, that's the smartest thing anyone has ever said to me and Professor Dumbledore has taught us for one class when McGonagall was sick for a week." The dark-haired boy threw his head back, laughing and I was almost mesmerised by the twinkle in his chocolate brown eyes. I shook my head slightly, looking away for a second before I gave him a warm smile, "Thank you, James."

He nodded, waving his hand dismissively, "Don't mention it."

"I'm serious- don't go there," I warned him as he tried to jump on the pun, "That was a really good advice. Where did that even come from?"

James shrugged with an almost shy look, "My dad is pretty cool, I guess." I laughed. "He told me somewhat the same when I was telling him that I couldn't choose between Quidditch and Auror training."

"Your dad is a wise man."

"He sure is." I smiled, later wondering how long we had sat that night simply staring at each other.

Chapter Three

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