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I love you snow much

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Some notes for anyone writing a character with glasses, from someone who wears glasses everyday:

- glasses need to come off before changing a shirt, unless it has a really big collar. Otherwise, glasses will get ripped off by said shirt collar.

- weather will affect how well you can see out of them, especially rain. Raindrops will dot glasses and it’s like trying to drive a car in the rain without working windshield wipers. Snow sometimes does this too, but not as bad, and lots of dust kicking up will make glasses dirty and foggy. If it’s humid enough (talking like swampy, Deep South levels, weather app says “90-100% humidity”), glasses will fog up when you step outside. If it’s crazy windy, glasses can fly off and the character should hold onto them or take them off and put them somewhere safe. They’ll usually get dirty or break in a pants pocket, so maybe have character carry around a sturdy glasses case if needed.

- not all materials are good for wiping glasses off. Some shirt materials just make it worse.

- if your character’s glasses are super dirty or smudged, they will be able to see it 24/7 as they look around and it’s annoying af.

- although glasses can keep things from getting in a character’s eyes (like something that’s been sprayed), it doesn’t protect our eyes all the time, especially if it’s coming at an angle or there’s a large amount. For that, you’d need actual safety glasses or goggles (and yes, they do make prescription goggles, but they’re not cheap).

- speaking of waves, for the love of god, DO NOT have your character swim with their glasses on. At best, they’ll get wet and they won’t be able to see. At worst, if they’re forced underwater or an ocean wave smacks them in the face, they’ll fly off and/or break.

- a crack in glasses is actually annoying af and makes it very hard to see.

- if a character’s face is wet, like from sweat or a ton of rain, their glasses will continuously slide down their nose and they’ll need to keep pushing them back up.

- lots of liquids other than water will make glasses opaque.

- glasses should be fitted pretty well to a person’s head. So if the character’s face is dry or there’s a moderate amount of wind, the “legs” that go behind their ears should be tight enough that they don’t just constantly fly off or slip down their nose. If they do, they’re too big (but obviously something a tornado will make them fly off).

- although I hate the whole “they took off their glasses and now they’re a ✨ model ✨” trope, people do tend to look very different with glasses on vs off - especially a character like Harry Potter who constantly wears their glasses. It’s not unrealistic that people who don’t know the character well (or even those who do, but just aren’t as quick) won’t recognize them at first without their glasses.

- as far as I know (correct me if I’m wrong, but I’ve never been able to do this), if a lens pops out of the frames, it can’t be popped back in by non-professionals without the right tools. The glasses are just done for.

- if your character has contacts in (or this is a psa for anyone who wears contacts), DO NOT have them rub their eyes. The contact will pop out and they’re very translucent and tiny, so trust me, it will just fall and be lost forever.

- being able to see clearly out of one eye and not the other (like with a broken/missing lens or a contact falling out) causes headaches.

- glasses are expensive af in the US (idk about other places). One time when I didn’t have vision insurance, an eye exam and two frames with lenses (I have blue eyes and very extreme light sensitivity, so have to have prescription sun glasses as well as regular glasses) cost over $900USD. If you want the special frames that become tinted and basically turn into sunglasses when you walk outside, it will cost extra.

- speaking of those lenses that become tinted when you walk outside, they take awhile to fade back to normal after you go back inside. Your character needs to be prepared to still be “wearing” sunglasses for the first 5-10 minutes after they walk inside.

- if a character is wearing contacts, they can wear normal sunglasses. If not, they’ll need special prescription sunglasses to be able to see. You cannot wear prescription sunglasses with contacts in or you won’t be able to see anything. Ever tried to look through your friend’s glasses and everything’s weird and warped and giving you a headache? That’s what it will look like.

- not exactly glasses related, but people with lighter colored eyes will always have worse light sensitivity than people with darker eyes. I have very blue eyes and looking up at the sky on a sunny day will literally make me see stars, and especially if I’m driving towards the sun while it’s setting, I have to have my sunglasses on or I literally will not be able to see and tears will be leaking out my eyes the whole way home.

- speaking of prescription sunglasses, unless your character can see pretty far without their glasses or they’re far sighted, you cannot just take prescription sunglasses off and still be able to see, especially while driving. You just have to deal with it and keep the sunglasses on and look like a Matrix wannabe if it gets cloudy or starts raining, or you have to do the super speedy Dance of Death where you’re still watching the road in front of you, taking off one pair of glasses and putting the other on super fast (which usually requires you to use your mouth to open and close things).

- GLASSES ARE FRAGILE. Seriously, a very petite person could sit in them and snap them in half. They’re not something you want your character just throwing around.

- there are varying levels of how well someone can see. There’s farsightedness and nearsightedness. Some people don’t have that much trouble and can see pretty far, so only wear their glasses as needed. But some people (aka moi) can genuinely only see a few inches in front of their face. Like if I ever lost my glasses or they broke, I’d be done for. I wouldn’t be able to work or drive or do anything around the house.

- glasses need to be replaced about once a year because of possible prescription changes or sometimes lenses losing their strength and becoming harder to see through. Trying to tough it out after long enough will give your character headaches/migraines and sore eyes from eye strain.

- some mascaras (especially thick ones) will smudge glasses when the character blinks. Same with false lashes (although they’ll brush instead of smudge). Usually less intense mascaras and shorter fake lash lengths are better.

- eye makeup is harder to see with glasses on.

- please, please, PLEASE stop using the whole “omg look how much prettier/more attractive they are without their glasses” trope. Not everyone’s eyes can handle contacts and some people prefer wearing their glasses. And it makes those of us who prefer glasses or have to wear them feel like shit, especially because there aren’t a lot of characters with glasses in media who don’t become the butt of a joke (ie the one wearing glasses is the “ugly duckling” for it like in princess diaries, or like Velma from scooby doo always losing them and patting around, or people who wear glasses will always be some sort of dorky/insufferable know it all).

- glasses come in all shapes, sizes, and colors and can be used to actually enhance a character’s style! Some of them even have magnetic frames that click in place over the simple pair, so have fun using glasses to build your character’s style.

- edit to add: no one ever purposely falls asleep with their glasses on. You will crush and break them when you roll around. However, if a character does accidentally fall asleep with them on, a love interest gently taking them off so they don’t wake them up and setting them on the table next to them can be a super cute moment.

- whoops thought of some more. Hair products, especially hairspray, can be a bitch to get off glasses and doesn’t always just rinse off with water. If they’re spraying anything, including dry shampoo, the glasses have gotta come off and get out of the line of fire first.

- hair can and will get caught in the little hinge by the legs and we do occasionally not notice till we take our glasses off and rip a hair out of our heads.

- be careful when you comb or brush, cuz if the glasses legs get caught in the brush or comb, it will be ripped off our face.

Hope this helps! May the writing gods bless your work 🤓

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Summary: You join TF141 after something happened on your last deployment. They take you in and while it takes some time, you find yourself warming up to them, and them to you. Perhaps especially to the Captain.

A/N: Yes, this is the last chapter, no, it is not the end of G and Price. It is the end of the regular updates. When I write fic, it's a break from my usual writing for my job. So, I can't do both. I'll definitely be posting more stuff though! :) I hope you all have enjoyed!

Warnings: Slight SA mentions if you squint, crass language.

Word Count: 3.2k

Feral Masterlist

It’s such a joy walking around London with Price on my arm as he shows me his favorite places. Each new place lets me see a new side of him, lets me peel back another layer that he doesn’t let everyone see. Not to mention he’s wearing a blue sweater that matches his eyes and I quickly decide that he should wear more sweaters. Especially when it begins to snow while we’re walking through a park and he gently pulls me into his arms with my back pressed against his chest. He’s so warm and fucking cuddly and all I can imagine for a few moments is curling into his lap in front of a crackling fire.

“This is a good look for you.” I say softly as I turn to face him, his arms still around me and my hands curled against his chest to light pat the sweater.

He smiles, raising a brow. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm. Want to get you a little beanie to match.” I reach up and let my fingers scrape over his beard affectionately while he stares down at me with sparkling eyes.

He hums and leans down to press his lips gently to mine, his arms tightening around me. “I’ll keep that in mind. Think I have a beanie somewhere in my flat.”

I smile against his lips and let myself feel stupidly giddy for a little bit. “You’ll have to wear it for me sometime.”

He chuckles and pulls back, letting my hands fall back down against his chest. “I’ve had women ask me to wear a lot of things, but a beanie is new.”

Curiosity pulls my brows up. “You’re going to have to tell me what you’ve dressed up as now.” He sighs, but there’s a smile on his face as I lean into him to get an answer.

“Ah…well, there’s the uniform, obviously.”

“Obviously.” I repeat, smirking at his playfully scolding look.

“I’ve had requests for a policeman, fireman, real serviceman based, apparently.”

“Can’t say the roles don’t suit you.” I tease and enjoy the slight pink tint to his cheeks as we start walking again and he keeps my arm tucked into the crook of his elbow.

He shrugs a shoulder. “There are definitely worse things.” He states with a shake of his head and I have a sneaking suspicion that he hasn’t told me all the things he’s been asked. But I’ll wait for another day to find out. “What about you?” He asks gently, his voice soft as the snowfall around us in case I don’t want to answer.

I look away, pressing my lips together while I feel my cheeks get a little hot. “I’ve done the usual. Lifeguard, nurse, cat woman, but the most requested has to be Princess Leia and the gold bikini.” My eyes wander back to Price and I can’t help grinning when I catch him nodding. “That something you’ve requested, John?” He clears his throat and his gaze drops to the ground for a few moments.

“I…might not be exempt.” He admits and I can’t hold back a giggle as I lightly squeeze his arm.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I say and feel his eyes on me as we keep walking through the gathering snow on the ground. Intimacy like that might be far off, but it’s nice to be able to talk about it so openly without feeling pressure or fear. It’s just fun.

*     *     *

The next day, I take him for breakfast in a favorite diner of mine. We meet there and there’s a wide grin on my face when I see him come in wearing another sweater and a beanie. I slide out of my booth to greet him while he holds his arms out to his sides slightly for appraisal. “I approve. You look very…cozy.” I tell him and give him a fond kiss to his cheek when he’s close enough.

“So do you.” His fingers lightly pull my jacket a little tighter around me and straightens my scarf.

“Think you might’ve realized by now that I run a little cold.” I say with a little tilt of my head and he nods, his eyes looking me over as if he didn’t just see me yesterday. He lets me guide him into the booth, giving me a cute little smile as I sit next to him instead of across from him. An older waitress named Dana comes by immediately.

“Hey, darlin’. What’ll it be for you and your fella?” She asks with her usual charm.

“Coffee for now, thank you.” I nod to her and she gives me a wink, looking Price over curiously before she walks away.

Price rests an elbow on the table and turns towards me slightly. “Come here often?”

I relax back into my seat with a quiet sigh, looking over the little diner and the people milling around it. “This is the place I come to after a hard mission. When I need to remind myself of the good things, when I need to remember what it’s like to not be a soldier.” A soft smile pulls at my lips at the sight of a small family across the diner; two parents trying to feed their toddler and laughing as he smears the food over his face.

“I understand.” John says quietly beside me and I feel his arm slide on top of the booth behind me, letting me settle a bit more into his side. “The park is that place for me. I’ve spent hours sitting on a bench watching people pass by, getting used to the sights and smells of civilian life. Sometimes it takes a few days to decompress.”

My shoulders lax as I shift closer and rest my hand on his knee. “After the worst of it, I spent a week here. I only went home to sleep and even then, only a few hours before I was back here. All I could do was try to be around people and try to remember what life was supposed to be.” I sigh, shifting a bit in place before I feel John’s gentle touch on my arm, his fingers lightly skimming up and down. My head rests back against his shoulder while my thumb draws little circles on his knee. “That’s when the people here really got to know me. Like Dana. Her kindness and tendency to gossip kept me sane.”

“Didn’t take you for a gossip, sugar.” John teases and I smile, turning my head to look at him.

“Hm, I’m not a perpetrator, but I’ll listen.” He chuckles and I love being able to feel the rumble in his chest.

“Thank you for sharing with me.” He says a touch quieter and my hand reaches up to lightly scratch his beard.

“Gladly.” I bathe in his steady attention and the only thing that drags us away is the clink of cups and plates on the table. We both look over as Dana sets our requested coffees in front of us along with three plates of food.

“Coffee, your usual, something for your man, and some extra protein for the both of you. Fill up.” She looks at me pointedly and I give her an easy smile.

“Thank you, Dana.” I say with humor tainting my every word before I gesture to John. “This is John Price.” He offers his hand to her immediately and she takes it, holding on tight with her penetrating gaze trained on him.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” John says sweetly and Dana raises a brow, then smiles before pulling back and putting a hand on her hip.

“About time you brought a man around, sweetie. And he seems like a good one.” She nods to me while my head ducks, my cheeks hot as she walks away.

Price taps lightly on my arm. “I like her.” He says and I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Mm, well, the feeling is clearly mutual.” My head shakes, but I can’t help but smiling in return as he chuckles. “Hope you don’t mind her just bringing food. It’s happened every time I’ve come here.” Our eyes meet again and the only thing I find in his is amusement and affection.

“Don’t mind a bit. Glad you’ve had someone looking out for you before.” He keeps an arm around me as he looks over the piles of food Dana gave us and I watch him for a moment, taking in the insinuation that he and the boys are here to look after me now.

I lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Good. Now, Dana will expect us to eat all of this, so I hope you’re prepared.” I slide silverware toward him and look away from his fond expression before I melt in my seat.

*     *     *

It feels stupid that I’m fucking nervous.

I’ve hung around the boys like this before, watched the game and laughed as they argued, but never in someone’s home. And this is the first time we’re all together after the dynamic with Price has changed. I just hope I haven’t…messed anything up somehow.

That’s why I’m standing in front of his door after knocking, my knuckles white from how tightly I’m clinging to the bag over my shoulder. Muffled voices come through the door before it swings open to reveal a grinning Gaz. “Don’t have to knock on days like this, G. Get in here.” He pulls me in and divests me of my bag, setting it on the counter before turning back to me with a grin. My nerves vanish.

“Why are you the one dragging people in when you don’t even live here?” I ask with a small laugh, leaning into him to give him a brief hug. He seems surprised, but quickly embraces me in return.

“Don’t trust Price to step away from the kitchen to answer the door. Barely trust him in the kitchen at all.” He mutters as he leans into me conspiratorially while we glance to John stirring a large pot on the stove.

“But you certainly fucking eat my food.” He returns, glancing over at us while I try to hide my soft smile. He’s in jeans and a navy Henley with the sleeves rolled up. He looks very domestic like this and it suits him. “Welcome, G.”

“Captain.” I greet him before breaking eye contact as I pull my dip from the bag. Gaz instantly peeks over my shoulder and I swat his hand off the bowl. “Dessert is for after you all have stuffed your faces with everything else. Besides, it needs to chill.” He pouts and reaches for it again before I rebuff him with a bump to his hip.

“Come on, G. Let me try it.”

“No.” I slide it into Price’s fridge and shoo Gaz back with a smirk, pressing my back against the doors to keep him from going after it. “Whatever happened to complaining I was bringing a dessert dip in the first place, huh?”

Gaz huffs. “I said I’d try it after that.”

“And I’ll let you. When we’re halfway through the game.” I give him a pointed look so he knows I mean it and the corner of my mouth twitches when I hear Price chuckle. There’s a knock at the door and my head tilts for Gaz to go get it. His eyes roll and he walks away with slumped shoulders. My head shakes as I slide over to Price and he immediately stretches out an arm to make space for me to fold myself into him.

“I like this.” I tug slightly on his shirt, my hand resting on his sternum as I peek into the pot he’s stirring. Chili, by the looks of it. “Looks good on you.”

He stoops and quickly presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Yeah? Well, I like this.” He holds me a little tighter and I let myself grin up at him. “Gonna be hard not reaching for you today.”

“Want to just send the boys home and snuggle on the couch?” I tease, pulling away as I hear the others coming in.

Price chuckles and sighs as I move out of reach. “Don’t tempt me.” He keeps his voice low and I smirk as I pull out the other things I brought while Gaz leads the others inside. It’s easy having everyone together again and I’m glad there’s no strain despite being out of work and having no goal. The new goal is to relax and have fun and we actually do.

I try settle in the chair off to the side while the boys take the couch, but this immediately starts an argument. “G, sit here. Want you to try my dip.” Gaz beckons while Soap frowns.

“Not gonna want yours when she tries mine.” He flick’s Gaz’s ear before Gaz elbows him in the stomach.

“It’s not going to matter if you both get into a brawl and knock the table over.” Simon scolds and tugs both men back by their belts to sit on the couch, sighing heavily as they continue jabbing at each other with grins on their faces. I shake my head and walk back into the kitchen as John spoons chili into bowls.

“The kids are rowdy today.” I comment and grin when he chuckles.

“And this is when they’re on their best behavior.” He returns in the same low tone while I watch him add different toppings to each bowl. Seems like he already knows what each person likes.

I raise a brow. “This is good behavior?”

Price nods with a secret smile. “This effort is for you. Usually they come in with prepackaged everything and one person makes something homemade. This time, they all insisted on making something.” Surprise flits through me as I look over at the boys, softening at the thought that they went through the trouble of making things for me.

“Does that include you?” I peek up at him and try to hide my smirk as he swallows and shrugs a shoulder.

“A little.” He admits and I sway into him while the boys are distracted by getting the tv to the right channel.

“I appreciate that.” It’s actually fucking adorable, but I don’t think those words would be as appreciated. John simply slides a bowl of chili towards me and watches all the little things I add to it, his gaze turning all soft and sweet in the way that makes me melt.

“You may not appreciate it so much when they’re all pushing food on you.” He nudges another bowl towards me. “That’s Simon’s. Good luck.” He winks at me before heading over and I follow with a shake of my head.

I instantly have their attention as I walk over and hand Simon his bowl. “Tell us where you’d like to sit and we’ll move.” He says while Price retreats to the lone chair off to the side with a barely hidden smirk on his face.

“I’ll just sit on the floor—” I blink as each man immediately objects, but Johnny is the one who gets up and gently tugs on my arm to sit me down in his place.

“My mam would have my fuckin’ ears if I let a lady sit on the floor.” He mutters, sitting in the floor beside the arm of the couch while I fold my legs under me to give him space.

“I’ve literally slept in the dirt along with all of you. Sitting on the floor isn’t a big deal.” I remind them, amused and a bit confused at their reactions.

Gaz clicks his tongue. “Not the same. You’re not in uniform.”

“Oh, so I’m a lady when I’m not in uniform?” I tease, happily stirring my chili and holding the warm bowl close in my lap.

Simon reaches over and flicks my ear. “Clearly not.” I show him my middle finger and he smirks. “Just let us try and treat you nice every once and a while, alright? It’s good for us.”

I relax into the couch and relent, nodding. “Nice to see you all can act like gentlemen once and a while anyway.” That’s answered with scoffs and I look at Price who still has that little smirk on his face. Though it’s a little softer than before. The dip argument is eventually settled when I let them make me a plate and they pile it high. All are actually good, though apparently Simon underestimated the amount of spice he added and none of the men can handle it. Which makes it all the more hilarious when I eat a quarter of the bowl while Soap tries to keep up and ends up almost crying.

Honestly, watching them is more fun than watching the game. They groan in unison when there’s a bad play, they shout when the ref makes a bad call, and I can’t help but cheer along with them when their team makes a goal. Gaz eagerly reminds me of my dessert the second halftime hits and I retrieve it, putting it in the middle of the table. It’s basically chocolate whipped cream and I serve it with graham crackers and strawberries. I make Price a small plate and hand it to him in his chair while I wait beside him for the others to try it.

Gaz makes sure he’s first and he dips a strawberry, then shoves the whole thing into his mouth. His eyes go wide and my hand squeezes Price’s shoulder. “Holy shit, that’s good.” My hand laxes even as I swat Price for his silent laugh.

“You’re a good cook. You had nothing to worry about.” He assures me and risks sliding his hand over mine while the others are distracted. Soap and Ghost try it out and they have the same reaction. Half the bowl is gone before I know it, although I have to threaten to take it away when Gaz tries to hog it. I’m too pleased to even tease them about liking it so much.

By the end of the game, Simon is the one who has claimed the bowl and is idly licking the bottom while Soap tries fruitlessly to shove him off the couch. Everyone eventually filters out after helping clean up and I smile when John immediately reaches for me the second that we’re alone. “That was fun.” I murmur against his shoulder as he pulls me down onto the couch next to him and tucks me against his side.

“Mm. Glad we didn’t exhaust you.” He says sounding pretty tired himself.

I smirk and heave a contented breath. “Didn’t say that.” He smiles and I feel the warmth of his hand as he slides it up and down my back.

“You need to leave?” He peeks down at me and I shake my head.

“I can stay a little while longer. If you’ll have me.”

“I’ll happily keep you, sugar.” His other hand slides over my knee to rest in the crease above my calf and I risk letting my legs stretch out a bit. Price makes a deep sound in his chest and pulls me closer so my legs are draped over his lap. His eyes shut as he rests his head back on the couch and I watch him with a little smile before my eyes slowly shut as well. We fall asleep like that and I can’t help thinking that if more of my days are like this one, and like they have been with this team, I think my life would be a happy one. Finally.

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Imagine Abby thinking you sacrificed your live to save hers

Abby took slow steps towards the edge of the same cliff she'd watched. You throw yourself over just a few seconds ago followed by at least twenty to thirty runners and clickers. She counted each second after that in her head waiting to catch a glimpse of your hand appearing at the top.

Five went by and still there was no sign you somehow managed to pull off the impossible. Abby didn't believe in God or praying, but she was willing to try anything right now. If it would bring you back to her in one piece. She dropped to her knees just a foot short of the edge taking a fistful of her own jacket. Tears clouded her vision as a guttural scream ripped free from her throat. A cry. A desperate plea to the heavens above for a miracle.

Abby refused to believe you were truly gone. She was never good at being open with her feelings, but it got even worse after the death of her father. After losing him Abby shut down completely leading to her break-up with Owen, and months of isolation from her friends. It took a year for the other wolves to get her to warm up to them after her and Owen joined up with the group.

But you were the one who slipped past her defenses right into her heart. Every single wall Abby built to stop herself from ever falling for someone so hard. To the point where the mere thought of losing them made her to curl up in a ball, and cry. Crumbled in your presence until just the sight of you smiling at her caused a red tint to coat her cheeks.

She had a bad feeling about this particular patrol when Issac gave her the location. He was sending the two of you to search making sure it was still clear of infected. An old rotting building the wolves used as a main outpost at once, until the Seraphites pushed them back. But in the past couple of months the WLF were able to gain some ground in the ongoing war, and this was one of the areas. They had managed to regain control over, and Issac wanted to establish dominance now while he had the chance. The building had way too many entry points Abby could see for a mile away. Instead of deciding to turn back and return with a bigger group. She led you into the infected death trap where the two of you were separated. When the horde descended out of nowhere, and a few moments later out of ammo armed with just her fists. Abby found herself cornered about to be devoured.

You came out of nowhere dropping out of a hole in the ceiling right behind the horde. Without hesitation you drew them in shooting your gun into the air. The shots ranging out drew every single last one of them away from her, and then you tore out of the building still shooting. They followed with growls and rumbling moans.

Abby took down as many as she could, but without a viable weapon there was nothing she could do to help you.

Now you were gone and would never the truth about how she felt about you. You were dead because of her. The image of you being caught in the mob of infected while falling to your death flashed through her mind. Abby fell over resting her forehead on the in the freezing snow as a sob racked through her body. She just hoped you had a quick death, and felt no pain. You deserved better.

So caught up on in grieving your death the usual always on alert wolf didn't pick up. On the sound of a pair of footsteps approaching her in almost frantic run. Nor did she register your voice or your hands gripping both sides of her face. Pulling her upright to face you, and it was then when her blue eyes bored into your own soft ones wide with worry. She realized you were still alive, and the water works got even worse.

"Abby what's wrong? Did one of them bite you? Abby please tell me you're not infected after what I just went through. Abbs talk to me" You pleaded with your best friend. Your hands fell from her face to search the rest of her body looking for any tears in her clothing, and a bite mark. Thankfully you found none, but it still made no sense to you why she was crying so hard.

"Abby hey its okay I'm here" You whispered brushing a few strands of light brown hair out of her face. Leaning forward to press a quick kiss to her forehead as your arms wrapped her shoulders. Abby clung to you as the sobbing began to subside.

Eventually Abby recovered enough to pull away from your embrace. The next thing she did baffled you more than anything. Before you could get to your feet your body was sprawled out in the snow. You looked up at the muscular girl a mixture of confusion and anger dancing in your eyes. She had shoved you onto your back, and it wasn't a playful shove either. Abby meant it with hurtful intent.

"What the hell was that for?" You snapped propping yourself up on your elbows. Abby towered over you her bottom lip quivering.

"You nearly got yourself killed idiot" she shouted.

"Yeah and I saved your damn life in the process. A thank you would be nice." You replied back not holding back your own attitude. This wasn't an argument you intended to lose.

"I never asked you to do that" Abby shot back.

"The alternative would've been watching you die. Would you had rather I'd done that?"

"Yes anytime you have to choose between saving me or yourself. You choose yourself I'm not worth dying for y/n" she yelled jabbing a finger at you. Her rage no longer hidden beneath the surface anymore. It had broke free letting you see she wasn't just upset by your actions, but genuinely angry.

You were on your feet now. "That's bull Abby for some many reasons, but even if I wanted too. I couldn't what kind of partner would that make me?"

" I don't care about any of that y/n. I only care about you okay" She gripped you by your forearms bringing your body to hers. You wouldn't have been able to resisted if you wanted. "You're not just a friend to me okay, you're so much more than that. I-" Abby paused short of finishing what you both knew she was about to say.

But once those words were spoken there was no going back, and Abby wasn't ready for that this whole situation had gotten out of control. More than she ever wanted to and the only thing she could do now to make sure things stayed normal between you and her was walk away.

So that's exactly what she did.

Abby released her hold on your arms letting you step back from her. Both of you were breathing heavily as you regarded her with sympathy and curiosity.

"Just don't do anything dumb like that again okay. You're a one of our best. We can't afford to lose you" Abby murmured. Then she turned around and started walking back towards the outpost.

I can't afford to lose you

She hadn't said it but you heard it along with the underlying tone of softness in her voice. Abby Anderson was in love with you.

You were sure of it now, and she was going to admit to you one way or another.

#abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou2 #tlou2 x reader

[klausinamarink]

his lips still blue

rating: T | cw: hypothermia, supposed character death | tags: established relationship, supernatural/horror vibes | wc: 948

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles | Dec 2: Came Back Wrong

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Three days.

Steve was missing for three days and everyone already thought about the worst case scenario. Eddie blamed Chief Hopper for quelshing their hopes for pointing out how the recent snowstorm delaying the search was covering Steve’s tracks. Even Robin had bit her lip in thought so hard that it bled.

But Eddie refused to think about it. He didn’t even dare to let any of those thoughts contaminate the hope he kept nurturing in his chest. Because Steve always survived the toughest shit, no matter how bizarre it may be. A brutal fist fight with three men? He apologized about getting his sweater ruined despite his concussion and bleeding face. A wild bear attack that nearly took Will Byers? Steve was more worried about the kid than himself. Freak mall fires? He worried that Eddie would be mad at him for missing their anniversary date while being treated for third degree burns on his sides.

Getting lost in the woods and three and half feet of falling snow? He had to come back with an embarrassed smile and frostbite in his fingers and toes.

Eddie clutched the blankets tighter around him. He stared out the window for so long that his eyes ached. But he worried that if he looked away, even for just a minute, then Steve would be lost for good and wander endlessly. It was a silly superstition, but Eddie was a beggar at this point.

He shivered, the blankets barely substituting his husband’s steady warmth. He should probably make some tea but what’s a cup of tea going to do in bringing Steve back?

Knock. Knock.

Eddie startled, his gaze breaking away towards the front door. He gave out a sigh, got up from the couch, and shuffled towards it. Already the small hearth of hope in his chest is sputtering out with the image of Hopper giving the dreaded news. He burned that away as soon as it popped into his head.

“What is-” The words died in his mouth just as Eddie opened the door.

Steve stared back at him. His hat and gloves were missing, his jacket was partially covered with snow, and his lips were a startling blue. Alive.

Eddie immediately threw his arms around his husband, weeping and kissing him in relief without a care of how cold Steve’s lips felt.

—

It took another few days for the hospital to allow Steve’s discharge. Despite the waning hypothermia and everyone’s prodding, Steve hadn’t explained the story of his absence. Only that he had been trekking through the woods as usual and… nothing.

Doctors presumed it might’ve been some traumatic amnesia from exposure. Honestly, Eddie couldn’t care less. He was just fucking glad Steve was back.

Steve was quiet on the way back. Eddie tried not to overwhelm him with his own questions, but kept him in a massive blanket pile. Steve was still horribly cold despite the heaters. It was a surprise that he wasn’t shivering either.

“I made you tea,” Eddie pushed a warm cup to his hands. He tried not to frown at how oddly chilly they felt. “Peppermint with honey and shredded cinnamon - your favourite.”

Steve just blinked down at the cup. His lips, once flushed back to color at the hospital, were paled into a bluish tint. He set the cup back down on the table. “I don’t want it.”

“You should really drink something warm, sweetheart. You’ve been outside for-”

“I like it cold.”

Eddie blinked. Waited for Steve to elaborate but instead his husband turned his eyes towards the same window Eddie had been looking out during the three days of hell.

Finally, Eddie sighed. Tugged Steve up by his hand, still cold against his own warm palms. “Let’s go to bed, sweetheart.”

He tucked in Steve extra diligently with another blanket and laid right next to him. It felt strange - his husband back to his side yet his usual warmth was barely radiating off his body. It worried Eddie and he made a mental note to go to the hospital in the morning if Steve’s body heat stayed like this.

Eddie thumbed lightly over Steve’s lips, still in that bluish tint. That worried him too. He whispered, “What happened out there, sweetheart?”

Steve said, “I like it cold.”

Somehow, Eddie fell asleep.

—

Eddie woke up with a violent shiver. He blinked rapidly, vision adjusting to the dark. Once it did, he saw that the bedroom windows were wide open, letting in gusts of flurries.

He cursed, his hand reaching out automatically to Steve-

It patted on a cold, flat blanket instead.

Eddie was quick to jump out of bed, calling out Steve’s name. The entire cold was freezing and every window was open. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the front door was open, exposing the view to the woods where a trail of footprints led there.

He hurriedly put on his warmest jacket and boots as he rushed outside. The crunching of snow seemed to echo louder than calling out Steve’s name.

He kept his eyes on the footprints, sucking in frigid air into his lungs as he ran.

His hands felt numb already. He put the gloves on, had he?

Eddie licked his lips once, wincing at the chapness.

He stumbled over something and fell into the snow. It bit through his face, stung it to one expression as Eddie lifted his head up.

Steve was in front of him. His hands were already on Eddie’s cheeks, thumbing away the snow. Then he leaned his head in.

Eddie only caught a glimpse of his still-blue lips before his eyes shuttered shut at the much-needed warmth.

#klaus writes #steddie #stranger things #steddieholidaydrabbles

[fluffykiddosstuff]

What is love? (nines X gn Reader)

BABY DON'T HURT ME NO MORE

Hum hum sorry guys, btw happy holidays even if I'm reaaaally late ! It was  sooo nice! There was even snow where I live!

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You and nines were friends since last month, he came as gavin's partner two months before that, being gavin's best friend, you helped both of them to get along, you took a liking to the android, wondering why he wasn't deviant when every other android did. Connor told you it's because his software is far more advanced than the others androids, for exemple, Amanda wasn't a part of his system unlike connor had, when connor got him out of cyberlife, she instantly got erased by the rk900 software, just like a virus.

It was late in the dpd, everyone was gone, except you, nines, Gavin, hank and connor, you were all teamed on the same case and it was getting frustrating at this point.

"ugh we are not making any progress! At this rate my head will blow up.." Gavin said massaging his temples

"yeah I agree, I'm taking a break, hey, wanna go to the bar to forget this?" hank looked at you and gavin

"heck yes I am old man" Gavin got up and followed the lieutenant when you on the other hand declined politely, still wanting to re-read the reports of your case, connor chased after them, making sure they weren't intoxicated too much. Well that leaved only you and nines in front of the laptop, you readed again everything from the report out loud so nines could hear you.

"a couple was found nearby Detroit playground, an android and a human, both were shot in the chest where the heart is stated, either the killer is a surgeon due to this kind of presision, or it's an android who scanned them"

You massaged your temples just like Gavin did earlier, it was infuriating, no clues, no witnesses, you were to the  point 0 on this case, nines got up without you noticing and got you a cup of your favorite drink. You muttered a "thank you" before drinking it and looking at the screen again.

"detective, if you aren't feeling well you can go home and rest, I can work alone on this, plus, a good rest is essential when you want to achieve something"

You nodded and started to get up and gather your belongings when he stopped you in your track.

"wait I actually have a question before you go detective"

"yes what is it?"

No one spoke for like 5 minutes, he seemed to think before he was gonna ask what he wanted.

"don't you find it weird?"

"what?"

"that the couple was a human and an android?"

You thought a little about it, yeah it was a bit odd because androids didn't got their rights long time ago and still are scared or angry over humans for their loss, same for the other side, but they are exceptions after all.

"well laws are a bit weird recently but nothing state they couldn't be together"

Nines led spinned red and yellow, you looked at him when it hit you.

"you think they got killed because they loved each other?"

"that's a possibility, since the revolution, many people are still hostile on both side"

"yeah.. We should check the road cameras, maybe we could track a vehicle going in this area at the presumed death hour "

"that was what I was thinking, good conclusion detective"

You smiled and rushed a bit to him, he was still on the chair from earlier, you then kissed him on the forehead.

"you are a genius nines! We finally have a lead! I'm gonna send a message to hank and Gavin, I'm gonna go home now, see ya!"

Some blue tinted the android cheeks, he looked at you leaving the pretinct and touched his forehead where you kissed him, a warning going in front of his eyes.

Software instability ⬆️

He texted connor with his system and waited for his response.

"connor what is love?"

#detroit become human #x reader #fluff #dbh #dbh gavin #dbh gavin reed #dbh rk900 #Rk900 #gender neutral reader #neutral reader #gn!reader #gn reader #dbh hank #dbh hank anderson #hank anderson #Connor #Rk800 #nines dbh #nines #dbh nines #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #Nines X gn reader

[many-melancholies]

If Love is the Answer – SoapGhost

♡

tags: fluff and angst, engineer!ghost, hologram!soap, character death

part: 1/5 [part two] [part three] [part four] [part five]

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What does it mean to be human? Don’t ask Simon Riley. As far as he was concerned, he had lived his life surrounded by machines and technology invented through decades of research; he didn’t have time, or he simply didn’t know the mysterious answer to the famous question.

Perhaps one day, he’d know, if it’s the ability to see or touch, if it’s the blood that courses through veins, or if it’s the many mistakes and lies that mankind has made.

The only thing is that Simon didn’t expect that day to be so close.

* * *

If you lived in the city parts of Germany, it’s no question that it wasn’t often snowflakes would fall on the ground during Christmas. And yet here it was, Berlin having a winter with white pounds of snow on land. Joyful, red-faced children played around and built snowmen, couples enjoyed warm cups of coffee and raclette as they snuggled below mistletoes, and workers drank away to celebrate the birthday of their Saviour. Christmas was only one day in a year; almost everybody spent their day merry-making, laughing, and smiling as presents in the holiday.

All except a young man with brown hair, whiskey-brown eyes, wearing a turtleneck with a nameplate of ‘Simon Riley’ and leather goggles resting on his shoulders that sat at his desk, scribbling his answers on his college textbook as he soaked the heat of the sun while it lasted. He was oddly eager to finish when he usually did his schoolwork like it was his hobby, sipping some hibiscus tea while doing so.

(His peers always did think he was a Brit.)

Ding dong!

Closing his textbook and pulling the curtains shut, he walked to the door to check the person who rang the doorbell. He opened the birch-wood door to see a dishevelled and freezing delivery man carrying a box.

“Good morning and Merry Christmas,” the delivery man greeted tiringly. “Here’s your delivery, that’d be around-”

The sound of euros interrupted the delivery man as Simon put a bill in the man’s hand in exchange for the package. As the delivery man computed the change, Simon felt the urge to help the poor shivering worker. He entered his flat without a word and gave him a spare jacket.

“What’s this, sir?” he asked.

“Keep it,” Simon said. “You’ll get sick of hypothermia at this rate,” he answered as he left without giving another glance or word at the confused but thankful delivery man wanting to get away from the sheer cold.

The college student, still carrying the taped box, headed downstairs to his dim basement. Blueprints and graphs of the male human body were scattered to the floor, progress diagrams on mental and physical proficiency were pinned on a corkboard, long USB cables, and red, yellow, black, and green wires were plugged in an electrical socket, and the cold and quiet expression that Simon often had shifted to something more determined.

He also had tons of inventions he made stacked in a mountain-like pile. Amongst those were fingerprint scanners, a device to create fire and ice depending on its settings, invisibility cloaks, a small cube that let out a chemical that slowed people’s sight speed (a flash-bomb, he called it), and many other machines.

Simon opened the plastic box to reveal a small, circular glass to frame his latest invention. With the help of a pair of black gloves, a screwdriver, and a wrench, his creation was complete.

A metal orb floated up from its wireless-charging holder. The orb projected a hologram; it would’ve looked like an actual human aside from its glitchiness and its bluish tint.

A man seemingly a few years younger than Simon appeared in front of him. He had a strange glow emitting on him, sporting a ridiculously charming mohawk and rich, ocean-blue eyes that was staring intently at his creator. The hologram wore a modest yellow dress with lace sleeves, barefoot, and slowly took a step towards Simon.

First, a brief attempt to touch. The hologram phased through Simon’s chest, glitching in its effects. Then, a scan. A ray of blue light shone at Simon, making a hologram sign appear, showing Simon’s name, age, past, and other fragments of his life. Lastly, the inventor plugged a hard drive at the one data cord the orb had. The orb whirred and the hologram’s stoic and lifeless expression was no more.

What replaced his face was a look of fondness and kindness, a beaming grin spreading wide across him.

“Yer Simon Riley, right master?” the hologram asked, dropping his formalities the moment the hard drive was entered. For some reason, he sounded Scottish. “Age 23, oxygen level 98, heart rate 79, occupation, college student on the degree of Engineering,” he answered automatically and emotionlessly, before becoming casual again.

“Thank ye fer creating me,” the hologram said, having the polite manners of the person its appearance and behaviour was based on. “I’ve noticed that I don’t quite have the skill ta…touch.”

The hologram looked at Simon and was surprised to see him on the verge of tears, his eyes glossy and his lips quivering. The invention squeaked and carefully tried to comfort him.

“A-Are ye alright, sir?” the hologram worriedly asked, patting him on the back, nudging his shoulder. “I'm here fer ye, don’t cry, ya numpty; ye haven't consumed any liquid since yesterday morning. Ye should hydrate yerself.”

“No,” Simon replied, voice stern, yet noticeably holding back. (He hides it absolutely terribly, the try-hard sociopath.) “It’s nothing at all. You were designed to contain the same capabilities of a…good friend of mine.”

“Of course,” the hologram smiled in thought. “Johnny. Er, he’s yer friend. A pretty healthy, wee lad. Unfortunately, I don’t have enough information about that person.”

Simon nodded silently. “I invented you not to know anything about him.”

“Indeed, my academic stats are noticeably higher in the medical field. I suppose that must be Mr. MacTavish’s talent?”

“Refrain from talking about him,” Simon gritted through his teeth. It was getting too personal. He averted his gaze, his eyes trailing to the floor. "Please," he added carefully.

“Now, about touching objects, I might be able to create gloves to let you materialise enough and give you an indefinite shape. But that will be coming shortly; I’ve worked on you for months and believe me when I say humans get tired.” He sighed.

“We’ll have to establish rules in this household,” Simon said as he paced through the basement, nearly slipped on the flash-bomb, then dramatically stopped as he held his fingers up for the two rules. “Don’t go out unless I allow and accompany you, and don't talk about MacTavish. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir Riley!”

“Please drop the ‘sirs’ and ‘masters,’” the inventor wagged his hand. “‘Riley’ is fine.”

“Unfortunately, I don’t know my…purpose,” the hologram said. “Yer father is very strict about perfectionism, so should I be providing ye with information on how to gather success and results in your fields? N-Not that you aren’t intelligent enough or anything…kinda…” he wheezed. "Eh..."

“No,” Simon said bluntly, rolling his eyes and putting his tools back into his toolbox.

“Then what is the reason for my existence if I have no goal?”

“Nothing,” Simon retorted. He started to recall his old friend’s endless thirst for curiosity and mindless chattering.

“Riley, sir,” the hologram intervened again.

“Aren’t you the smarter one-?”

“What does it mean to be human?” he inquired.

The question left Simon breathless.

“Si, swear ta me you'll continue yer inventions and machines. You’ve got real talent – don’t give up on it.”

Hot tears spilled down on both of the men’s bloodied graduation togas. Fragments of glass had stabbed him; scars filled one of the boy’s face while a huge shard thrust at the other’s stomach.

“The ambulance is on their way. They’ll make it in time, I promise. And now is not the time to talk about my career ambitions.”

A forced smile etched through Johnny's lips. “They won’t make it. The nearest hospital is kilometres away. It’s best if I say my goodbyes now.” The boy groaned in pain as he tried to sit properly. “The glass hit a crucial organ of my body; removing it will cause me to die of blood loss while letting it stay will make me unable to breathe.”

“You Scots and your big-brained med course and your bloody smile,” Simon shook his head, crying more intensely than he ever did before. “You used to be the positive one,” he laughed humorlessly. “What happened?”

“Nothing happened. I’m not being negative; I’ll move to a better place when I’m gone anyway, no? I’ve left all my progress in med school in my apartment. You’re working on a hologram project, right? You can use my research on the human body if you’d like. Just don't check my notebook; it's hell of an embarrassment.”

“Please,” Simon spoke gently. “Don’t spend your breath on me. Do you want me to pass a message to anyone?” he asked, voice sore. “Johnny?”

“Screw that,” his breath hitched. “Ye promise me that even with all this machinery the world has given you, you won't bloody dare forget what makes you a human. You barely spared a glance at anyone before. I'm hoping just because I'm KIA and whatnot, ye won't turn into some ghost again.” Johnny tugged his shirt. “And with that, I trust you won’t forget me-”

Enemy? No, they were mature enough to avoid using such childish terms. Rivals? Perhaps, but they were long past their reign of competition. Friends? Maybe. (Can we be more? Let's be more than that – than what we really only are.)

But most importantly…

“-partner.”

And that was when John MacTavish last parted his lips, still with a beaming smile and a faded heartbeat. Simon was so distraught, his thumb tersely gripping Johnny's pulse, that he almost didn’t hear the deafening blaring of the ambulance’s siren or see the eye-blinding blinking colours of its headlights as he sobbed in the debris the earthquake had caused.

“Riley?"

"You spaced out a while back,” Soap noted. He expressed alarm and apologised when he noticed the inventor’s heart rate spiked up. “I'm a bampot – I won’t ask any questions like that anymore-, sorry.” He scrunches his nose in annoyance at his own attitude.

“You just…” Simon muttered with an irritated frown. “It’s nothing.”

Soap brought up a holographic chart on Simon’s daily routines.

“Here,” he mumbled. “It seems you’re often inactive around December. I suggest you should exercise more to make up for your habits,” he glanced at Simon. “Only if ye'd like, of course. Lest ya wanna stay here and rot like a corpse.”

Simon sighed. He should’ve known Johnny’s obnoxious personality would cross with his creation. “I am well aware of that,” he said impatiently, then rubbed his eyes in the room’s poor lighting. “No matter how hard I try to fix the lighting here, nothing works in this basement. I should head upstairs.”

“Ah, you mean ‘we’?” Soap corrected with a small nudge. It made him phase through Simon, making him drop to the ground before standing upright with a laugh. “You’re not alone anymore.” (Emphasis on anymore.)

The college student should have normally been angry when someone attempted to correct him. He was short-tempered; furiousness was all he had been before the real Johnny entered his life. He had isolated himself inside his walls of pride and ego, back in high school.

But Simon gave the tiniest hint of a smile (the first of so many years after what had happened) as he climbed up the stairs.

(It's still quite the same damn smile so easy to fall for.)

“Yes. ‘We,’” he responded before looking away.

A cardboard box had been put aside beside the stairway with the words “Highschool.” Soap peculiarly checked what the box had stored. Aside from some articles of school uniforms, old school books, and broken pens and pencils, the hologram didn’t miss the singular picture Simon kept.

He saw a picture of two male students fresh out of high school with their graduation togas. Simon in the photo looked begrudged and annoyed while the boy with the odd haircut looked cheerful as he side hugged the other man.

Soap tried grabbing a Scottish dictionary that he found in the box as Simon went down the stairs to pick it up for him, ignoring the picture the hologram saw. When they went up after a little fuzz about how Soap would read without turning the pages, Simon sat on his couch and set the book on the table on a random page, fiddling with the TV’s remote unsure of how to feel with the new company, while the invention sat on the floor reading. The hologram couldn’t help but feel a sense of wanting to feel, while the human wanted nothing else but to stop feeling the conflicting emotions of his past.

Soap wordlessly read the first thing he saw in the dictionary, a bit confused on why Simon would own a Scottish dictionary out of anything.

(He does his best not to feel the odd wave of nostalgia coursing through his veins.)

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a/n: something to ponder about – who's the guy speaking in the parenthesises? :/

#soapghost #ghostsoap #fic #fanfic #cod mwii #cod mwiii #drabble #modern warfare ii #ghoap #mm i love me some sad gays #wrote this in 2020 and predicted soap's lil boo-boo #cod modern warfare #soap x ghost #johnny soap mactavish #simon ghost riley

[rhodeybugg]

Beta!

Mmmbeta!!

• she'a literally a little clone of J. The scientists just messed with her code, changed a few details and put her in a droneling body to grow from.

• Beta was given to J in an attempt to calm her down, after seeing the positive change in V's mood after having Crumbles.

• J was..less than thrilled at first. She tried not to give Beta any attention at all, going so far as to shove her away from food rations and making her sleep on the floor. She didnt want this thing, so what if the company didnt like how naturally snappy and bossy she was?

• Beta never minded, getting back up after every shove and following J around like a puppy. She was programmed to know that J was her mother, so surely she was just playing!

• After a week or so, J finally gave in after one night in particular, where Beta woke her up by crying and whimpering in her sleep. J shrugged it off at first, believing that Beta would calm down on her own, but quickly came to the conclusion that it wasn't going to happen. Beta woke up in a panic, clearly shaken by whatever it is that little dronelings have nightmares about, laying her head on the side of J's bed and quietly calling out "mama".

• Beta strives to make her mama proud, and happily trots behind her 24/7 with her head held high and her tail wagging.

• She will only accept affection if nobody else is around.

• Beta is just as bossy and sassy as J- she was built off of her code. She likes to try to boss Crumbles around. Not that he listens.

• The company tried to make her look as close to J as possible without her being an exact clone to better improve the chances of J taking her in. She's got the face stripes like J, and her aunt and uncle, but she's got a slight blue coloration to her hair and a silvery tint to her eyes. Her arms and legs have a light grey dusting at the ends, but unlike her cousin, hers aren't a genetic inheritance and sadly dont glow. :(

• Beta knowa how to use her wings and has a surprisingly good balance, but often fakes being tired just so she can ride on J's back.

• She keeps her little teeth and claws sharpened at all times. It's like having a puppy, but much sassier and this one wont let go if you show signs of pain or weakness, she'll just bite harder.

• Beta doesnt understand why J gets so protective of her when Uzi is around or why she gets all fidgety when her railgun is present. She tries her best to comfort her mama though.

• Tries to act all tough and mighty, is a big snugglebug and will immediately stop fighting if you scruff her like a cat. Or if J scolds her.

• She will fight for the smallest scraps and has once broken Crumbles' arm over a stray worker leg.

• Beta loves playing with her prey, both as a droneling and as a teenager. As a droneling, she just gnaws on any workers that are still alive when J brings them back, and loses interest once they start moving. Once she gets older? She'll play cat and mouse with the workers for hours.

•She never MEANS to be rough when playing with her cousins or any of the other second gen drones, she just..doesnt know how to play gently. This usually results in her sulking back at the spire when she scares off the others until J returns. J does her best to console her, offering to play out in the snow, or, on rare occasions, playing dress-up with Beta or playing with the little dolls she made for her.

#murder drones #artiblogging #solver bound long run stuff #serial designation j

[madds-is-ace-trash]

Waite the dudes gay who would have thunk it

Read on ao3

Chapter 3: yanked out the closet

Ok Danny was not going to screw this up. He could do this he was still human after all he could ask someone out like a normal fucking person. Shoot good thing his ghost form doesn’t have a heartbeat or it would have flown out if his chest by now.

  Right on que, the familiar sensation began to climb up the back of his throat. The light tingle of his ghosts sence, but if it were locked in his throat not quite able to escape. He had begun to associate this new feeling with the other halfa.  

  He was close and that meant it was time to get this over with. His cheeks burned hot, as he peaked around the corner of the ally. 

  Hood was standing in the middle of the street waiting. He had sensed him too. No chickening out now. 

  He stepped out of the alley and towards the street.

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  Dick had texted him to ask if he wanted a tag along for patrol. He knew he meant well but Jason could Handle his own shit….. he hoped. Also he didn’t want to scare off this ‘phantom’ he had already fled the scene once. 

  So here Jason was running around crime Ally on  his usual patrol route. Waiting for the tingling sensation that accompanied mister Cheshire cat to start up. He rounded the corner in one of the nicer segments of crime alley( well as nice as crime alley could get anyway) and it started. He stood still looking for any sign of the person that had been following him for months. 

  And out of the alley steps a man,no older than 20,  his hair is as White as snow, it floats on his head like he was underwater, skin tinted a light blue, his ears slightly pointed. His figure was slim but he was toned, much like his eldest brother. He wore a hoodie and some jeans over a black under suit, his boots white and his hands in his pockets. He let his eyes wander back up, and green stared back. But it’s not quite pit green, it’s softer and more gentle. Like a field on a spring morning. 

  The man smiles at him, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hey…so um guess I should introduce myself.” His voice was low but soft. Not nearly as grumbly as Jason’s. 

  “Yeah no shit,” he responds on instinct without thinking.

  The other man tensed a little at the outburst. His helmet kept the tone Neutral which may have hurt more than it helped. “Yeah you're right.”He mumbled to himself. “Ok so umm let’s do this. My name is Danny and it’s a pleasure to meet you. Well I guess technically we already met but I didn’t induce myself. SoIdon’tthinkthatcounts”  The man Danny nervously rambled his words running into one another.

  “Danny? I thought your name was Phantom?” Jason prodded after all that is what the other ghost called him. Oh Waite shit did that mean this dude was like dead, like dead dead. 

  “ Oh Yeah we’ll it is kinda… sorry Yeah my name is  Danny phantom it like kinda my last name but not it’s weird.”  Danny continued rubbing the back of his neck; it must have been a nervous habit.

  Jason weirdly didn’t feel particularly in danger. He figured if the pit liked this guy he must have been bad news but he was just some cute guy.  Actually the pit seemed calm and weirdly quite the buzzing had died down from the other time phantom had been following him.  strange.  So in an act of reckless stupidity( we’ll if that wasn’t his M.O at this point honestly) he took his Helmet off. 

  And Danny processed to float off the ground to meet Jason’s eyes, we’ll his domino but his eye level at least.  He came closer and Yhea Danny was definitely shorter than him by like a few inches. Actually if Jason took his boots off maybe it would be about the same. 

  “Names Hood,” Jason stuck his hand out. “ Nice to actually meet you, any reason in particular you been stalking me like a fucking curse.” Danny had taken his hand easy enough, a weird sensation climbing it’s way up Jason’s arm. It wasn’t unpleasant, it was like he had stuck his arm in an open freezer. 

  “Um ok about that I uh” He putters out the blue on his cheeks deeping, outlining the freckles that peppered his cheeks. And fuck Jason was starting. “ I was trying to well uhhh…it’s a ghost thing and I was doing it cus I thought well. I thought you would get it? But I realize that was stupid and I should probably talk like a human being.” 

  “What’s a ghost thing?” He reached for the knife in his pocket gently rubbing the Handel in his pocket. 

  “Ok don’t laugh but I was…. I wastryingtocourtyou.” 

  “I’m sorry what?”

  “I was trying to court you!” Danny’s face goes completely flush. And to be honest Jason may have flushed back just a bit. It was different to have Danny tell him it was happening himself. “Look I just… I think you're really cool and” he fidgeted with his hands, “ok Danny you promised you would do this the human way” he mumbled to himself. 

  He took a deep breath in and with a wave of light the ghost boy no longer stood in front of him. Instead was a 20 year old man with jet black hair and eyes so blue they looked like sapphires. His ears still slightly pointed, his skin olive toned. His freckles still peppered his face, his cheeks a bright red.He was still wearing a hoodie but this one had a nasa logo on it. His jeans were ripped and his shoes looked well loved. “ Do you maybe wanna I don’t know grab a Coffee or something sometime?” 

  Did he? This dude made his chest feel tight and his face heat. But he was clearly some type of meta or worse actually dead. And he has no idea of his true intentions. Maybe he could try to run a background check he needs to investigate-.

  Fuck no he need to get the inner Bruce out of his head. “ You know what,  why not. You gotta a phone or did you leave that in the coffin.” Danny laughed it was soft like a bell, fuck his laugh was cute. 

  “ Oh Yeah, I wouldn't be caught dead without one.”Danny giggled handing Jason his phone. It was old and cracked but hey it seemed to be holding up fine.  Jason put his name in as well as a bunner number and set a text so he had Danny’s number. 

  “ So you make death jokes too hu?” Jason asked, it felt more natural around Danny for some reason and maybe it helped that he actually laughed. 

  “Oh yeah all the time, they always kill.”  Danny chuckled, “that's actually why all those gifts were, well, death related.” Danny rubbed the back of his neck, “ I thought you would enjoy it you know.” 

“From one dead guy to another, leave a note next time maybe?”

  “Oh, you can't emotion project after all?”

  “I'm sorry , can't what?” 

  “Emotion project it's what it sounds like. I did leave a note kinda, it was just you know in a language you can't speak quite yet.”

  Ok this guy was kinda of an idiot, “Are all ghosts this Awkward and clunky about the supposed courting process or is that just you.” Jason teased his cheeks red and heart a flutter. Danny has tried so hard and even though Jason's apparently ghost dense, hasn't given up on him. It felt nice to be thought about. 

  “ Just me” Danny glanced down at his phone and smiled, “ Jason, just me.” 

  “ Well it's about time, '' Gatta says, though you're pretty good at staying out of sight. also we’re did you get that knif-“ 

  And then Jason's phone rang, it was the madam of one of the houses he ran, Not good. That only meant one thing: someone was stirring up trouble. 

“It's ok, take it, “ Danny nodded and smiled. “ I'll get out of your hair for now.”  Danny transforms again floating into the air. “ See you soon?” Danny asked hopefully.

  “Yeah I'll try not to ghost you.” and Danny laughed again. And Jason shot a line and swung away, before his heart jumped out of his chest.  The tingling did not follow and Jason had to admit he felt a little sad about it. 

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Danny stood in the street for a good 10 minutes after hood Jason left. He had given Danny his name so that was a start. An unnatural Trill escaping his through as his core fluttered with the realization of what he had just managed to pull off. 

  He slapped his hand over his mouth and turned invisible, speeding off towards his apartment. He did it, he asked him out and with only mild embarrassment. 

  Wait a minute, how did Jason know his name was phantom? He knew for a fact that he had kept himself hidden.  But he was a bat, right? O shit he just…. He just transformed in front of a bat.

  “ Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit ”

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  This was not good, a brawl had broken out after some of the girls refused to sleep with some drunk thugs.  Luckily his secerty staff was doing their job the best they could, no casualties so far and none of the girls had been dragged in. So it was time for Jason to put some dick wads in their place. 

  He swung down kicking one of the gang in the head, pulling the gun from his waist belt he shot another that was grappling with one of his security in the shoulder. The guard took the opportunity to pin the guy to the floor, good at least he was earning his keep. The bullets in his gun were modified, at least he wasn’t really going to kill anyone. But they still hurt, quite a lot actually. 

  Another tries to sneak up behind him, but Jason turns around sweeping his legs out from underneath him and hurling him into the floor. To his left another guy is pined by 2 of his security staff. The other 2 men see that they are now in way over their heads, turn tail and leave.  So he lets them screw ‘em they can go and spread the word. 

“Hood!” One if the girls called from the doorway. “ Thank god you came.”  She leaned out and took a glance around, Jason took note of the red ring around her wrist, she must have been one of the girls who refused in the first place. 

  “That’s my job, after all, can’t have some thugs thinking they can cause trouble in our terff and get away with it.” He zipped tied the man’s hand behind their backs. Directing his guys to hang back and keep an eye on them tell he could handle them.  He still had to talk to the madam and get the full story to decide just how black and blue he should leave these guys. “You seen Miss Cleo?” 

  “Yeah she’s inside, she’s trying to wrangle the customer complaints”  The girl grimaced obviously not wishing to be in the other place. 

  “I'll go lend her a hand, get that wrist checked out for me. Hate to see one of you hurt.”  He gave the girl a nod on his way in. 

  The place wasn't too wild all things considered, pretty tame just a group of men shouting discrepenties.  Jason was sure the moment he walked over they would shut up real quick, and he's shure Cleo would appreciate it. “ Do we have a problem, gentlemen?” He chimes after sneaking up behind the group. 

  “ Yes actually we d-” one man turns around boldly and then identity shrinks at the site of jason's imposing figure. “ Oh Red hood, No no problems here.” 

  “Good so i suggest you fuckers leave poor Madam Cleo alone hm?” he said as he pressed his gun against the man's chest. Jason wasn't actually going to shoot him but he didn't know that. 

  “Yep of course no trouble!” the men squawked losing any steam they once had as they scurried towards the door. 

  “Hood” the madem shoots his a nod. “Thanks for showing up so fast.” 

  “Course Cleo after all, I don’t think any one in the gang would want something to happen to you or any of the girls.” Jason chuckled to himself, “Waite actually scratch that everyone but phin I’m pretty sure he would bash you head in on site.” 

  “Yeah well servers him right, not my fault he's a gremlin,” Cleo let out a big sigh, “ but a brother is  a brother.” 

  Jason tenses a little at the comment, a tinge of gilt gathering in the back of his mind. After all he wasn’t exactly the best brother himself. He wasn’t dick, he couldn’t play the ‘cool’ older brother role. He was damaged and broken, he was wrong . Shoot, he had tried to hurt a few of them, he almost… he almost killed Tim. 

  Jason shook his head a bit to clear his thoughts, like his brain was an Etch A Sketch. The almost empty back counter caught his eyes, perfect time to redirect from his family drama. He doesn't want to deal with that right now, no thank you.  “Looks like you guys are running pretty bare, I’ll make sure to have the guys bring a restock.” 

  “Thanks Red, I’m sure the girls will-“  Jason’s phone dings, cutting Cleo off. 

  Jason takes the phone out and checks who it is, after all it’s been pretty quiet the past few days, that usually means someone’s plotting.  But it wasn't any of his guys, in fact it was ghost boy.  

  Fellow Dead guy: Hey! Know you're probably busy. But it was nice getting to talk to you. Do you think this weekend will work or are you *buried* at work. 

  You: I’ll Have to check but I don't see why not. I know a place that's killer.

  Fellow Dead guy: Pff Ok, stay safe. Don't want to get your coffin resized. 

  Jason was glad he chose a helmet for his suit, it was able to hide the small smile creeping across his lips. The pit  letting out a light buzz underneath his skin. 

  “Soooo, are you going to tell me who that is?  The girls are gonna be so heart broken.”  Miss cleo teased.

  “ What are you talking about, Cleo? It was just-”

  “Don't think that fancy helmet can fool me, reading body language is part of the job description.” When Jason didn't respond she continued. “ You melted, that whole tough guy act flew out the window, your shoulder dropped and you leaned back on to your heels instead of your toes.”

  Cleo had known him for a long time, her house was one of the first that Jason took over. It was a no brainer she could read him but still it sent a slight chill down his spine. She was alway scarly aware of people's emotions, after all he was trained by the big bat himself and he was still an open book. “ The girls are going to be sad though, a few of them like you a lot hood. So who's stolen that heart of yours, would we know her?”

  “No, it's not a working girl Cleo, “ Jason reached for his pocket knife and began to fidget with the blade. “ Its some… Its some guy I met, he seems pretty cool.” 

  “Got ya that knife then i'm guessing,” then cleo did a double blink, “ Waite some Guy?” 

“Yhea a Guy, is that a problem.” Jason's shoulders squared a little. He never really talked about relationships as hood for obvious reasons, but Cleo was one of the few people who knew Jason from redhoods crew, was well red hood.  He would even consider her a friend. 

  “Don't get ya panties in a twist,” Cleo chuckled, “ It just explains so much.” 

  “Explain what exactly?” 

  “ Red you have never once, and I mean once ever spent a night with one of the girls, not even one.” She walks over and pats Jason on the shoulder, “ We were worried about ya we even called some of the other houses in the gangs.” 

  “Wait, why would you be worried exactly?” 

  “Because a softy like you all on your own is asking to end up pulling a batman. Don’t get me wrong, hood your violent as shit but no other gang leader helps a kid with their English homework.” 

  “ I’m not…. I hold on” ok so nice to know Cleo doesn’t care if he’s gay but the idea of the girls snooping around in fear of a mini hood on the rise was kind of shocking to say the least. 

  “So a guy, hmmmm. It that one who came to viste  you a while back,” she taps her chin in thought. “ O waite Arsenal was his name right? You two seemed real chummy. ” 

  “ What no its not him!” They had actually dated at one point but Cleo didn't need to know that. “ new guy don't even think he's originally from Gotham. He has an accent. I doubt you've met him.” 

  “ Well, if things go well I demand to meet him, whether that's as J or Hood understood.” 

  “ We’ll see Cleo, we’ll see.”  Jason's salutes her farewell, and leaves out the back door. He shoots his men a text to Handel the thugs. 

  The minute he makes his way to the rooftops his coms rings, “ Hood how did it go!” His big brother asked hopefully.

  Oh this was gonna be fun, “ Oh it went pretty well, I got myself a date this weekend. Bye blues I got work.”  Jason turns off his coms, A machivus smile crosses his face as he imagines his brother freaking out on the other end of the line.  

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“ …I got a date this weekend…” *click*

  “ Oh my God! BABBY BRO. Hood! RED HOOD! Wait, please come back. What's he like, is he a threat HOOD!”

Bruce tunes out of the com link line. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop he just knew if he made himself known Jason would drop the line. He has to talk to Jaylad. He had a date, who, when? Wait a minute Dick just said “ Is HE a threat,”  is …. Is Jason. 

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  Jazz opens her brother's door only to find him face first in his pillow kicking his feet against the mattress. He was chirping again so that was a good sign at least. 

  “I’m guessing things went well?” 

  Danny lifted his head, his hair matted from it being pressed against the pillow, “ yes he said yes! This weekend jazz that in like 4 days I’m freaking out.” 

  Jazz chucked to herself , time for big sis to swoop in and save the day. “ Yes, that gives you plenty of time. Did you get his number?” 

  “ Yes actually turns out his names Jason,” his brother reached for his phone to open the contact to show her. Excitement was clear in the way he stimmed with his unoccupied hand. 

  “We'll, I'm sure you and Jason will have a wonderful time, but you do have morning classes tomorrow.” Jazz pointed to the clock beside Danny’s bed. “It’s already 1am and you should really head to bed.”

  “Jazz I don’t need that much sleep you know that.” 

  “Yes but maybe Jason would like to see ya without eye bags” she pointed out knowing it would probably work. 

  “Oh shoot your right,” Danny hopped up and fazed some pjs out of his drawer, “ thanks jazz, for everything.” Danny calls out in a low voice as she goes to leave her brother's room. 

  “Any time baby brother mine any time.” 

If any body has a better name for Jason to put Danny as in his phone I’m all ears.

I just went with fellow dead guy cus it seemed like something Jason would do on the fly.

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[justepilepsy]

Hi friend, thanks for your helpful posts about epilepsy! I suffer from photosensitive epilepsy, I'm on medication but I'm looking for a pair of sunglasses (or rather, clip ons). I've seen that polarized dark blue tinted lenses help with reflecting sun, water and snow. Do you (or anyone else) have any experience with it? I've heard about Zeiss Z1 (F133) but they're not availble anymore, so I'm looking for recs on similar lenses.

Hi Anon! very good question and honestly not sure if I am deep enough in the blue sunglasses game just YET, to give you a good scientific answer. It's true, there are studies that blue polarized sun-glasses can help to alleviate the effects of sun, reflections and flashing lights. I in fact have started collecting blue polarised sunglasses, but sadly i lost the first pair i bought. One thing that is important to know, which, i only learned yesterday ? is - that there is apparently a limitation in some countries to how much your sunglasses are allowed to be tinted, IF YOU ARE DRIVING! So if you happen to be able to drive, your sunglasses shouldnt have a tint above 85% in Germany. I don't know yet if this applies to other places too. The reason is, that beyond that number you won't be able to pick up on essential contrasts and signals in your driving environment. Anyways - I have been using blue polarised lenses without any prescription in the movies for the movie "Suzume" by Makoto Shinkai and honestly the lenses made the colors prettier and more soothing for me. The optician I had the chance to chat with yesterday also told me, that pink lenses can be used to alleviate migraines! (i have yet to research and test this!) On the talk about which model to get. Unless you require prescription glasses to function in every day life, I have opted as a start for the first and easiest pair I could get my hands on in a Dollarstore (the equivalent to be precise bec I'm not in the US). The one thing I made sure of when buying was, that the glasses had a label that said that they were polarised. Apparently this effect is important. Wether your lenses are polarised can be seen especially via looking at screens (e.g.. smartphone)... i can't quite explain it, but there's something funky going on there. (not in the photosensitive way but.. like the way that things look... once you know you know). Usually, polarised glasses will have a sticker or label however that specifically says that they are polarised. PS: the pair i currently use most is sadly not listed online anymore :/ I admit I do prefer the dark blue tint lenses a lot over my regular prescription sunglasses :') the prescription ones are polarised as well but they arent blue.

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[ofcapers]

– i'll angel in the snow until i'm worthy .

( sophie thatcher / cis woman / she/her / caper ) did you just see LILITH “LILI” MADDOX walking through the halls? they’re a TWENTY TWO year-old THIRD YEAR PSYCHOLOGY student from SAG HARBOR, NY. rumour has it they’ve been a member of praeditus since they were in their SECOND YEAR. i’ve heard they have a tendency to be IRREVERENT and VOLATILE, but ADVENTUROUS and WITTY, too. well, anyway, you’ll know if you spot LILI again because they always seem to remind me of AN EMPTY NEST AND A BROKEN WING, RED WINE SPLATTERED ON PRISTINE SHEETS, SPARKS FROM A FIRE DANCING IN THE AIR & YESTERDAY’S MASCARA BECOMING TODAY’S EYELINER. just like the rest of us, they have something to hide.

𝑩𝑨𝑺𝑰𝑪 𝑰𝑵𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑴𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 . 

full name:  lilith jade maddox . meaning: ghost / night monster . precious stone . nickname(s): lili , lils . age: twenty-two . date of birth: tba . zodiac: cancer sun , tba moon , tba rising . hometown: sag harbor , ny . gender: cis woman . pronouns: she / her . orientation: bisexual . relationship status: single . education: third year psychology major . occupation: ur local dealer . living arrangements: lives on campus so "her aunt can keep a better eye on her" .

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𝑨𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑻𝑰𝑪𝑺 . 

a red stain blooming upon white sheets, damsels can become the distress, icarus flying dangerously close to the sun, sparks from the fire dancing in the air, drowning your struggles in whiskey bubbles, the last pomegranate seeds, happy little pills, making shapes with sparklers in the dark, always a few steps ahead as though being chased by ghosts, sweet bourbon runs through your veins, all those who wander can never be lost, the shift of the temperature as a storm approaches, an eternal crossroads and you chose the wrong path .

faceclaim: sophie thatcher . hair: long , dark hair . slight curl to her hair, which only adds to the Messy, Grungey, Textured Look™️ that she swears she isn’t going for. it’s typically left loose, until she gets annoyed with it and throws it up in some half assed messy ponytail. two braids if you're being spoiled . eye colour: blue . height: 5’6 . style: her & her aunt often butt heads at the way lili presents herself. " it's a reflection on your family and on me! " as if that would make her care at all. they have reached a very interesting compromise. she leans into the dark acadameia style, but her skirts are short & her tights are ripped. she's a mess but she's sexy abt it and makeup: dark eye shadows, black liner smudged around her eyes. she doesn’t often wear lipstick ( does make exceptions but they're rare ) and would die before wearing lip gloss. the best you will get day-to-day is a tinted lip balm. think clinique black honey. signature scent: cherry, but not the artificially sweet cherry syrup/candy notes. more of a bitter cherry. specifically lost cherry bc tom ford bc she Does have money even if she doesn't always act v classy usual expression: resting bitch face ; a smirk rather than a genuine smile ; rolls her eyes without even trying to hide that she’s doing it .  

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀 . 

label: jerk with a heart of gold . lili kind of sucks. she's got her guard up, she pushes people away, she's selfish. lots of bad things on the surface. deep down, however, she's not a bad person. she just does a lot of bad things. the few that can slip past lili's defences have a loyal friend for life. the desire to find out what happened to professor dupont, even if it means tolerating buckthorn, despite claiming she doesn't care, etc tv tropes: anti-hero, dark-haired aloof girl, the bratty teenage daughter, the rebellious spirit, lady swears-a-lot, good bad girl, deadpan snarker, wildcard, hard drinking party girl, mood swinger . positive traits: brave , adventurous, decisive , witty , resourceful , assertive , spontaneous , protean , adroit , direct , observant . negative traits: abrasive , reckless , bad-mannered , bitter , disrespectful , freewheeling , aloof , fickle , irreverent , cynical , argumentative , moody , irresponsible , destructive . mbti: enfp . alignment: chaotic neutral .

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𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑮𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 . 

christopher maddox had always been the black sheep of his family. every night was another reckless adventure, and each morning another hangover laced with regret. a direct contradiction to his hardworking, straight-laced sister – the dean. real “she’s everything, he’s just ken” vibes. but if ken was a raging dickhead

chris met rebecca on one of his benders. a one night stand turned into a friends with benefits situation. they were just as bad as each other, giving in to every impulse, and encouraging the other to take what was already a bad decision even further. 

the apple didn’t fall far from the tree with their daughter lili. she was an unplanned child, her parents not even bothering to hide their disappointment. with pregnancy came sobriety, for rebecca at least. chris would continue to stay out until late. coming home smelling like liquor, if he came home at all. 

despite being checked out of the family before it had even started, chris got down on one knee when rebecca was six months pregnant. a courthouse wedding just so they could say they were married. 

when lili was born, she was pretty much immediately shoved on her aunt for babysitting. a bender disguised as a honeymoon seemingly more important. 

unfortunately for everyone involved,, they Did come back to collect her eventually. 

growing up, lili quickly learned her parents were not as strict as the other peers’. she could get away with a lot more than the other kids. apathy or intoxication; whatever the reason, she didn’t question it. sneaking out for parties, sneaking people in – it was all too easy to get away with. 

the label of ‘wild child’ came naturally. 

lbr this is probably a cry for attention. she won’t admit it!! as she got older, she started to hang out with a “bad crowd”. her actions getting more and more reckless, skipping school, drinking & smoking more. this will get fleshed out soon soz 

she was sent to meraviglia (and her aunt) as punishment, hoping it would straighten her out. something, unfortunately, not happening. she plays the part well enough to keep the dean off her back, but it's amazing how much you can sneak under the nose of a woman with a million jobs.

her relationship with professor dupont is a tricky one. she finds it amusing to watch him go head to head with the dean, but that’s still her aunt. he knows her secret, but he didn’t tell. every time the professor pushed lili, it was a flip of a coin as to whether she’d take his advice or argue with him. 

she had never asked to be a part of praeditus. didn’t want to be there, and she knew they didn’t really want her there, either. they wanted the dean’s goddaughter but they didn’t want lili. 

navigating the group now that dupont is gone? it’s tricky to say the least. it was easy to pretend the apathy was all she felt when he was alive, but now he’s gone and she can’t cling to that aloofness. he’s not inserting himself into lili’s life anymore, but she can’t let it go. 

though her godmother seems content turning a blind eye, lili has made it her mission to find out what happened. even if that means dragging buckthorn along for the ride.

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#praeditus.intro #🧨 ― musings . ╱ says he made the big mistake of dancing in my storm ; says it was poison

[darckcarnival]

Unusual Muse Associations!

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~SPICE: Allspice berries + Mahlab Spice Complex sweetness makes allspice berries versatile, in both sweet and savory dishes- add ground allspice to Jamaican jerk rubs and stews, to spice cakes, cookies, and grilled fruits. Sweet, Savory. + These pits add an ultra-luxurious almond, nutty, and vanilla flavor with a slightly bitter after taste. Mahlab spice works with baked goods like pastries, bread, rice pudding, honey, and cheese desserts and is frequently found throughout Greece, Turkey, and Egypt. Both of these fit her style of cooking and personality.

~WEATHER: Clear skies after a rain + Sunny days in winter or Autumn The fresh dew on the ground, how the skies clear up after a storm has hit the land. The calming and clean after math of whatever comes, and is ready to be nurtured, or to be rescued from what remains. She comes in the storm, and will do her best to clean up the after math, won't shy away. With the snow, she was born in winter, loves it so, but the sunlight while the exact opposite of her nature as a creature, always looks so beautiful when bringing in that new day in the quiet season. Of course, autumn has always seemed fitting as well. The warmth of life wilting into hibernation, and Halloween.

~PRIMARY COLOUR: Shades of Purple This goes without saying, as purple has always been her sunglasses, and the vibrant pop against the rest of her lower tones. Purple can bring great fortune and luck, as well as an ominous warning when in its darker shades. A double meaning in it's tints, and depends on whom perceives such color. But for Darck she just has always loved it so. Purple is a lot of things. It’s mysterious. It’s magical. It can be playful, but it can also be reverent.

~COLOUR OF THE SKY: Sunsets, and Sunrise The way pastels of oranges and reds, fade into purples and blues, following the sun setting, offering the last rays of warmth before the calm night washes over the land. Bringing with it both rest and warning. Gorgeous colors that Darck loves to watch. But when the night sky erupts, showing the stars in the inky shades above, is much like tiny lights, or flecks of lost paints, that bring out the most of what she is and a gift unto the world. That it is still turning, still a new day will rise in the morn when Sunrise comes, to bring the vibrant colors once more into being.

~MAGICAL POWER: Shadow Step The power to manipulate shadows and darkness came at a cost, one that left lasting scars mentally and emotionally with everything that followed. But now, she relies on this deeply, moving about at impossible speed, ignoring blockades most of the time. And capable of using shadow as a weapon once solidified. Or as an extra limb, on the rare occasion, yet requires great focus.

~SHOE: High tops + Combat Boots Originally, Darck once wore black and white high top converse when relaxing and not out working, when younger. But when out in the world and needing to be ready for anything, Combat Boots with steel toe are the average shoe, always.

~HOUSEPLANT: Succulent + Lavender Succulents mean loyalty and endurance, timeless, love endless either friendship or romantic. Trustworthy and unshaken no matter the drought, a type of cactus but smaller. Lavender flowers represent purity, silence, devotion, serenity, grace, and calmness. As well as the purple hue bringing an air of elegance to it. But can also use this plant for medicine and tea, to both heal you and welcome you.

~BLADE WEAPON: Dagger Darck always has an old Romanian dagger on her person as a blade of choice. It's longer than a combat knife, but just as swift and deadly, this object meant to never be broken. The one weapon she can always fall back on should it stay in her hand, and tied with her family ancestry.

~SCHOOL SUBJECT: Science, History, P.E. As much as she is a woman good with words and understanding other quickly, one might think English. But no, she has always loved different science classes! So very many and she paid close attention as well when a kid. Combine that with her excitement into all sorts of history, the two subjects always go hand in hand. And both have followed Darck into her adult hood and has even helped work in her favor on missions or knowing situations. Of course, P.E. goes without saying, she was always incredibly active and physically interested in things. Since being changed into half vampire, this fact became key.

~SOCIAL MEDIA: ?????? She'd not have a lot of anything. Maybe an untagged youtube account, without any connection to her real name, and a couple email accounts. But things like twitter? Nah, she uses ghost accounts to keep an eye on things, but otherwise she doesn't exist. A ghost in the machine.

~MAKEUP PRODUCT: Foundation and Concealer While she does not wear make up in general, almost never unless special occasion calls for the need- then these two products she will use more commonly if needed. Because it can cover up the darker circles under her eyes when it's demanded, or can hide the odd scars around her skin and neck. Making less questions when needing to hide them.

~CANDY: Elderberry Jam While it technically does not count as candy, in this case for how she eats it, it does. Darck loves Elderberry items in general, loves all of them, but jam specifically she will put a spoon in and eat straight. It's... A comfort food, and a reminder of better days. Hold over from humanity and younger years.

~ICE CUBE SHAPE: Crushed Easier to mix with, and smaller bits to put into things. As well as an easy way to work out frustration, by crushing ice in her hand, or biting down and crunching it, and letting it melt, the cold temp cooling her off. Helps a lot when needing to work in hotter climates.

~ART STYLE: Sketched Lines, Carvings Sketches of people and places to compare things, and keep close always, if photos fail. As well as making carvings and smaller gifts or engravings, just to give others.

~MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE: Gryphon + Dragon Grphons, with the body of a lion, the wings and head of and eagle; representing the kings of both animals and the birds. They may also bear the ears of a horse. Known for guarding, protection, and loyalty, griffins are protectors from evil, slander, and witchcraft as well. Some symbolism depicts both the divine and the human. ​In heraldry, griffin stands for courage, leadership and strength. Pictured as fierce, they have gained respect over ages too. A Dragon can mean both good and bad in equal measure, with a similar spirit animal and spirit guide being found in the fierce and protective Lion. Dragon's often times are depicted as destructive, territorial, cunning, and dangerous by it's enemies. Capable of bringing about great pain and sorrow. But for an ally, the Dragon can be protective, representing hoards of what it holds dear, and a deep wisdom for survival and an apex predator. A valiant protector and violent towards its enemies.

~PIECE OF STATIONARY: Writing paper, Letters Papyrus, printer paper, freshly written letters to be sent, typewriters and ink ribbons- anything for writing. As that has been Darck's go to of her open original communication with friends and loved ones when trapped, or too scared and shy to show herself in some instances. A safety net, to still communicate. And even to this day when able to be in person, still with this method come into play, often leaving notes and letters for others.

~THREE EMOJIS: 🦇🕶☕️

~CELESTIAL BODY: Moon + Pluto Moon: emotion The moon is also not a planet by scientific measures—but in astrology, it functions similarly as an influential celestial body. In this case, it reflects our emotions, senses, instincts, intuition, and unconscious selves, says Lang. Pluto: rebirth While it may not be scientifically classified as a planet anymore, Pluto plays a similar role within the astrology space—in this case ruling over regenerative forces in the body, death, and rebirth, says Lang: “It relates to the deep psychological aspect of ourselves and the unconscious.”

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Tagging: You! Steal it from me and tag me.

#Out Of Coffins :: OOC #Awareness Of The Darkness :: Darck Headcanons #Time to Join The Party :: Dashboard Games and Quizzes #(( this was actually REALLY HARD to do )) #(( And I had to be really obvious on a couple of these like magic )) #(( but wow this was really deep and hard to think )) #(( not too happy with some of these but might think of better ones later )) #(( Hope you enjoy the results of this~! )) #(( maybe not too happy BUT STILL PROUD OF HOW FITTING IT IS )) #(( the research that went into this )) #(( The clashing existence of half human and half vampire )) #(( the half and halves of two choices ))

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Falling - Gojo Satoru x Reader

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!!! MINORS DNI !!! 18+ content ahead

+ this kinda really flopped on ao3, so I’ll repost it here hehe. I wrote this a while back but i’m still super proud of it!! I hope you guys like it too <3

+ explicit sexual content, fem reader, porn w plot <3

+ too lazy to proofread- 

+ w.c : 8.2k

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The music blared, drowning you in what seemed like a never-ending playlist of pop music. Mass of sweaty bodies mingled on the dance floor, while you relaxed at the bar, sipping on your heavily alcoholic cocktail. Lights flashed alternating between different shades of fuchsia, blue, green, and violet to the beat of the song. Your face felt warm, feeling bubbly in the pit of your stomach, gaze darting toward your friends having a blast on the dance floor with strangers. You grinned, leaning your head in the palm of your hand, planning to go join them once you'd be done with your drink. Your black bodycon dress rilled up your thighs, exposing the sweet delicate skin of your slender legs, which, unbeknownst to you, had men's ogling you left and right. A specific group of 3 men's had their eyes on you by the entrance, snickering. Their gaze held something malicious, but you were too tipsy to take notice of that or even care. You got cut out of your little trance by your friends coming back to you, smelling of a mix of alcohol and perfume. "We'll be heading back now Y/N" "Aw really? I was about to join you" You fake pouted, not really minding as you'd just go binge watch some of your favorite shows at home instead. Taking your hands, their heavily drunk self dragged you outside, all beaming and laughing. A couple of men's followed suit, you paid it no mind knowing that your friends were most likely taking them home. You made them promise to call you, and share their location on their phones as they exited in their respective cabs kissing your cheeks goodbye, their partner for the night following. you wrapped your black fur coat around yourself tighter, taking your phone off to dial a cab for yourself. You felt stares drill a hole into your body, the coat tightly wrapped around yourself only highlighting your delicious curves. As you were composing the cab's phone number you got rudely interrupted by someone snatching your phone away. Yelping, it took you a second to realize what was going on, your drunkness still hitting you with full force. In front of you stood three men, the one in the middle holding your pink cellphone between his digits. Their faces were disgusting, looking at you like you were nothing but prey on their list. Eyes glossy most likely from their alcohol intake, they reeked of cheap cologne and sweats. "Leaving alone tonight sweetheart?" one purred in a sultry voice, you backed away crossing your arms over your chest defensively. The alcohol in your system gave you a confidence you never knew you possessed "Give me back my phone, now." The males snickered, as the middle one shook his head dropping it in his pockets. "Not with that attitude, anyways what're you going to do about it-" he paused, stepping forward, desperately trying to close the distance between you two. You gasped, taking another step back almost falling, your vision was blurry, your senses weakened. You mentally cursed for going so heavily on the drinking, feeling yourself wobble. A shiver racing up your spine, the sudden gust of wind hit you, not to mention the snowflakes falling on your face and bare legs. "Leave me alone!" You faltered, eyes darting for anyone that could be of help, but everyone seemed in a daze too engrossed with the muffled music, or busy making out with a stranger. "Hey honey, are those creeps bothering you?" The sweetest voice resonated throughout your ears, feeling your back lend against something warm. A hand snaked around your waist pulling you closer to their protective figure, making sure that you were stable. "H-Huh--" You stuttered, blinking in confusion, looking up at the person behind you. He was tall, really tall, with locks the same color as snowflakes, a bandana covering his eyes. He wore a jean jacket over a dark top, with beige pants. It didn't take you more than one glance to notice that he was really handsome. Your eyes lingered a bit on the bandana, wondering if he possibly was blind, before grasping a hold of the situation. "Y-Yes they are" playing your part, you snuggled closer into his chest, relishing in the warmth he provided. Your voice was low, glaring daggers at the men's, holding unto your savior for dear life. His digit slowly caressed your arm, until he interlocked fingers with yours, walking up to the guys. His aura was intimidating, leaning down to be at eye level with them. You gulped down, he must have been 6' tall at least or something. "Now then, I'd like to have my girlfriend's phone back now" He grinned, extending his free hand, palm open. The large hand holding yours gave a light squeeze, seeming to thank you for your cooperation. Suddenly, as the trio carefully analyzed who was standing in front of them, their faces paled, all color draining leaving them as white as your savior's locks. Tilting your head to the side, you couldn't help but wonder if he was somehow known around here. "W-Wait Is that-" "Uh- Yes it's-" The trio almost started shaking like leaves, quickly handing back the phone. It wasn't long until they were out of sight, running inside the club, mingling back into the crowd. You beamed, as he turned back to you, towering above your small frame handing you back your belonging. You thanked him, letting your gaze linger on his face. His nose and tip of his ears were slightly pinkish due to the snow falling, his lips rosy-tinted. You couldn't help but stare in a daze, still wondering if he was blind. Your eyes scanned his surroundings for any signs of a cane or something, but none to avail. Nonetheless, your tipsy brain concluded, without any proof, that the man indeed lacked sight. Taking your sweet time to scan his face and gorgeous locks, you couldn't help but blush, he really was extremely good looking there was no denying it. "You know, you're actually pretty cute staring at me like that." A grin plastered against his lips, he tilted his head to the side, chuckling. You yelped, covering your mouth with the back of your free hand. "W-Wait you're not blind-" If that was even possible, his grin widened, "Luckily for me I'm not" he paused, giving another squeeze to your interlocked hands, reminding you that you were still holding hand with a complete stranger you'd met a mere 5 minutes ago. You couldn't help but gasp again, sweet melodic sounds escaping your lips. His thumb rubbed soothing circles on your cold skin, leaning down, now at eye level with you, "You see, I'm glad I still have perfect vision to admire the sight in front of me right now" Your blush deepened, looking off to the side, trying to save your pride as much as you could. His words were swooning you way more than they should, was it the alcohol? or was it this mysterious aspect of him? But most importantly, how silly were you to even assume that he was blind after he just helped you, ugh curse your foolish little brain. You blamed it on his handsome features, must have gotten you distracted or something. "Smooth talker aren't you" you grimaced at him, cheeks reddish for being so fervently exposed to checking him out blatantly. You started to let go of his hand, even if you clearly didn't want to. Something about him entranced you, making you want to know more about him, even if he was just a mere stranger. "I was fine with holding hand, but if you insist" He teased in a sing-song voice, taking notice in the way you held your coat so closely to your frame. Shivers racked through your body, never imagining that you'd been waiting outside for so long, your outfit clearly not appropriate for this icy weather. "Here," You blinked, eyes glued to the man offering you his dark jean jacket. It was clearly oversized for you, yet you could smell his cologne and it enticed you to accept it. Snowflakes started falling on his broad shoulder, reflecting the light from the club's neon signs. "But, you'll be cold, '' you muttered, trying to put up a fight, knowing damn well you were freezing to the bones. "On the contrary, I'm pretty hot. Don't you think?" Your cheeks flared, it was as if he was reading your every thought. Huffing you wrapped the jacket around yourself, nuzzling your face into it trying to keep your face from freezing. "Do you want me to inflate your ego that badly?" "Well, you kinda already did considering how you were staring at me earlier sweetheart" He grinned, hand coming to shake off the snow from his hair. Your blush increased tenfold, his flirty behavior really getting to you. "Shut up I wasn't-" you retorted in a futile attempt to gain some dignity back, looking off to the side pouting. Leaning down, his scent swirled around you, face mere centimeters away from yours. You gulped, eyes scanning his delicate face: his lips seemed so soft, a thin coat of lips balm covering them, you wondered how it tasted. What was his favorite flavor, cherry? or maybe strawberry? "There you go again, ah so cute." He teased, proving himself right once again, his hot breath ghosting over your face smelling of mint and candy. Covering your cheeks with your hand, it felt like your face was on fire. "You talk too much" A chuckle escaped his parted lips, a fake pout now plastered on his handsome feature "Ah so mean to me" you couldn't hold back a giggle at the way he said it, hand coming to cover your mouth. The snowstorm went on, as you took your phone out of your pocket, unlocking it to look at the time. 1:15 a.m showed on the screen, your battery settling at a low 10%. Pursing on your lips, you didn't want this moment to end, completely enticed by this stranger but you had to call a cab before your phone died on you. Curse you for forgetting your charger as always. "You know, I'm a pretty good driver, I can drive you home if you'd like" His proposition took you aback, was this man really capable of reading your every thought? You couldn't possibly fathom what made this handsome stranger be so interested in you, your mind still a bit hazy from your previous drinks. Pursing on your lips, you definitely wanted to spend more time with him, yet feeling bad to make him become your personal driver before even knowing his name. "Are you're sure? I'd feel bad making you drive me home, plus I live quite far" you muttered sheepishly hands fondling with the hem of his jacket. "Anything for a pretty lady, and besides if you live too far-" He paused stepping closer, a hand coming to push back a strand of hair that the harsh winter breeze had pushed into your face, "It so happens that I live really close by" You stood there in shock, as this attractive stranger so blatantly exposed wanting to take you home. You gulped down, eyes scanning his face for any signs of it being mere teasing. Yet, he seemed honest, a grin still covering his face. "You really are a smooth talker" giggling, you nodded accepting his proposition fervently. Was it because of your semi-drunk state or the thoughts of what could possibly happen over at his house, you clearly had no intention of refusing his delightful offer. Everything about him made your core feel warm, yet you knew so little. Starting to walk toward his car, you stopped in astonishment at the sheer luxury of the vehicle. He beamed, opening your door for you, settling your purse into your lap sitting on the dark leather seat. You played with the strap of your bag, waiting for him to join you on the conductor side. As he sat, and closed his door his scent mingled with you, making the apple of your cheeks darken. "You're too damn adorable you know that?" You yelped, catching him gazing at you, putting his seatbelt on. "look who's talking-" You muttered to yourself unbeknownst that this man seemed to possess super hearing chuckling at your response. "Being called adorable is definitely a first, but I'll take it if it comes from you" His large veiny hand opened the vents, warm air now flooding inside the car, you sighed in delight. "Also sweetheart, I wouldn't want to bring a lady home before at least knowing her name" He paused, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand, "you know I do am a well-mannered man after all" He slyly said, head tilted to the side. His gorgeous ivory locks slightly damped considering the snowflakes that melted. Tongue darting out to lick your dried up lips from the cold, you blushed "L/N Y/N" "Ah L/N Y/N, sounds like music to my ear, I'm Gojo Satoru" ❄❄❄ Opening up the Bluetooth station he turned his head, most likely shooting you a glance under his bandana. "I hope you got any good music Y/N, you'll be our DJ for the ride" A grin formed on his lips as you started beaming. "Of course I do!" You retorted confidently, connecting to the Bluetooth at the speed of light. He hummed, starting the car, the scent of leather mingling with your own. As you put on your favorite song, he shouted "No way! You listen to Megan Thee Stallion? I knew there was something I liked about you sweetheart" Your heart thumped in your chest, feeling like it might burst out. His blatant honesty was striking you right in the heart. He really knew how to transform you into a blushing mess. "You got good taste too, She's really fire" your eyes twinkled, relinquishing in this feeling. Humming, Gojo turned to you, sticking his tongue out to you, "I know I got good taste Y/N, that's why you're coming back home with me after all" You swore you could saw him wink under his bandana, your blush increasing tenfold. You playfully, hit his arm, grimacing back at him, letting the music surround the both of you. As the chorus hit, Gojo was fully vibing, dancing to the sound. One hand on the wheel, he sang the rapping part perfectly, moving his upper body sensually to the beat of the song. His hair moved alongside him, chest huffing as he sang. You got entranced, eyes glued to him, seeing him drive with one hand, was somehow so sexy making your heart flutter. Starting to sing alongside him, he shot you a glance, grinning widely, the drive to his home way better than your whole clubbing experience so far. ❄❄❄ His apartment was extremely spacious, to say the least. The walls were covered in large windows, a spacious leather couch, and what seemed like at least a 60 inches television on the wall. The floor was a sublime chestnut wood, walls as snowy as his hair. A few plants adorned the corners of the apartment the whole thing reminding you of what you'd see in magazines or on the internet. You couldn't hold back your amazement, mouth forming an o shape, which made Gojo chuckle. Taking off his shoes, he proceeded to Drop the keys on the counter. He stretched, "Can I offer you something to drink?", face buried in his huge fridge, seeming to push bottles around from the sounds of it. You left both your coat and his jean jacket on a nearby chair, shoes neatly placed next to his, letting it dry up from the snowstorm outside, turning to him. Your dress hugged your curve to perfection, the small material barely covering what needed to be covered, stopping above mid-thighs. You wore a gold necklace, with gold hoops earrings your hair falling down your back, your collarbones full exposed. "Hmmm" You pondered, walking up to him, standing on your tiptoes trying to see something. Feeling your presence behind him, Gojo risked a glance in your direction, his smirk widening tenfold. "Are you trying to make me fall for you by looking like that darling? Because honestly, it's working 100 percent" pursing on his lips, his tongue darted out to wet them, your gaze instantly following suit. You felt your face erupt once again "H-Huh! It's not like that, I just wanted to dry up our coats" You stammered trying to defend yourself, arms flailing in front of you. He chuckled, gaze devouring you under the dark fabric that covered his eyes. Crossing your arms over your chest you grimaced at him, "Do you have white wine by any chance?" He nodded, "Of course my lady" moving the bottles around, deciding on one. Dropping it on the table he reached for one of the cupboards above his fridge, getting two glasses. You watched him in astonishment, a slight blush dusting your cheeks. He seemed to take notice in your endeavor as per usual, grinning "Something caught your eye sweetheart?" he remarked, pouring you a glass. You huffed, looking off to the side defensively, "You're just very attractive that's all..." You muttered the last part, which only seemed to inflate his never-ending ego. Cutting him off before he dared crack another flirty joke, you asked "How tall are you?" your curiosity was getting the best of you, as you sipped on the drink, the warmth of it enveloping you. He was so mysterious, the only thing you knew about him was his name, yet it was like you were craving for more. It wasn't like you to be that way, not usually caring what your partner for the night liked to drink, or what his favorite tv show was, but for the snowy-haired man in front of you, you'd actually memorize those facts in a heartbeat. He had you entranced, muddy in the palm of his hand. He leaned against the kitchen counter, leaning down, letting his head rest in the palm of his hand. "Thank you, you're pretty damn gorgeous yourself, and I'm around 6'3 I would say" He grinned being completely obvious to the fact that his height was a major turn on, bringing the drink to his lips. Your eyes followed his glass, gulping down. You scrunched your nose, a hand coming to twirl a piece of your hair. "Any other question darling?" He teased, taking his sweet time into savoring the intoxicating liquid. You knew damned well what you wanted to know, something you'd been wondering ever since you laid your gaze on him. "Yes actually, since you claim not being blind, what color are your eyes" You were getting bold, bolder than you'd usually be, the alcohol reigniting the fire inside you. If that was even possible, his smirk grew wider, head tilted to the side, "Oh, that's something I get asked a lot, so I'll give you 2/10 for the originality" He paused chuckling, taking another sip. You pouted stepping closer, your mind was running wild, what color could his beautiful irises be? Forest green? Ocean blue? or maybe coffee-colored ones? It was burning you on the inside, like an insatiable itch that you couldn't get rid of. "Does every girl ask you that?" You teased, feeling a slight pinch of jealousy scraping your heart. He laughed, instantly taking notice "ah you're too obvious, already getting jealous about my whereabouts aren't you?" Your face caught on fire at his words, your blush probably the color of the cherries on the kitchen counter by now. He twirled the glass in his hand, satisfied with the response he elicited from you before saying: "They do ask, but I rarely show anyone" He paused taking a sip, tongue licking up a droplet that was running down the glass. He had gotten strangely serious for the first time since your meeting, "But for you, I'd make an exception". You were taken aback, scanning his face for signs of it being a mere joke, but once again the man seemed utterly honest. You wondered if there was a specific reason as to why he hid his eyes, but you decided upon not asking now, it was rather too soon, and not of your business. He straightened himself, now towering above you. "On one condition, I'll let you do the honor of taking it off, deal?" He grinned coming back to his natural goofy self, seeming to take pleasure in your state. Your anticipation was killing you, feeling it in the pit of your stomach, nodding fervently ready to accept any condition if it meant seeing what was underneath that damned piece of fabric. As your hand reached for the material, standing on your tiptoes, the man caught your wrist giving it a slight squeeze. "Oh! but take a guess first" He stuck his tongue at you, as you visibly grumped, "You said one condition" You argued back, letting your heels fall back on the wooden floor, his long fingers still holding on to you. His hand was radiating warmth, making you miss your situation earlier when you were in his embrace. "hmm--" you pondered, taking a good look at his face. He would be handsome with any eye color really, yet you were taking so much fun into guessing it, trying to picture every possibility unto his face. Really wanting to win this little competition, you decided to go with what seemed like your safest bet. "I'll go with brown!" you beamed, feeling confident. That was until his grin widened, letting go of your hand. He waved his finger, seeming to wink under his bandana "We'll see about that '' You pursed your lips, feeling as if you had taken the wrong option, from his remark. Grasping a hold of the hem of his shirt you tugged on it slightly, "lean down a bit you're too tall" You complained, to which he obliged, literally going down on his knees. "Weren't you swooning over my height just a moment ago?" He teased, proceeding to imitate in a high pitched tone what was supposed to be your voice: "How tall are you?" Your embarrassment was out of bound, cheeks burning for being so blatantly exposed yet again, he really had no mercy in store for you. "Shut it- I have more important things to focus on right now" You retorted, earning a chuckle from him. He was right in front of you, a bit below eye level now, but you were finally able to take a good look at his angelic feature, which only made your heartbeat boosts tenfold. You had never met, or even seen, someone as good looking as him. What was his deal though? Taking such a liking to you, yes he did protect you from these creeps but now he was just fueling your fantasies and dreams even more. "Anytime now darling" He burst your bubble, bringing you back to reality, your hands darting toward the material. Sliding one finger underneath, you felt your hands shake a little. Was it because of all this built up anticipation, or was it because you were afraid that you'd actually fall even more for him when you'll see his full features? Slowly pulling it down, Gojo remained silent, smirking, probably planning something mischievous. As the material fell down, now hanging around his neck, you peered before almost shouting at the sight: his eyes were closed. "Oh my god- Open your eyes! You can't do this to me-" Midway into your childlike tantrum, laughter escaped his parted lips, eyes opening. The sight literally knocked the air out of your lungs, You stood there star-struck, your gaze melting into his. You couldn't believe your eyes, your mind refusing to process what was right in front of you. Beautiful sapphire irises looked back at you, adorned with full lashes as white as his hair. Was there something this guy didn't have?! Your mouth stayed slightly open, silence filling the apartment. Not only that, but also his hair had fallen down, now framing his delicate face so perfectly. Locks of snowy hair contrasting with his slightly tanned skin. He looked back at you, head tilting to the side before waving a hand in front of your face. "You still alive Y/N?" He teased, eyes twinkling, taking off the bandana fully and settling it on the counter. "Your eyes, they're gorgeous" you muttered, you wanted to say so much more but you were still processing how utterly beautiful that man was. It struck you right in the heart, as now, whenever his glance caught yours, you'd feel the apple of your cheeks heat up even more than before. "Thank you, I got quite the genes I admit." He cockily replied, taking a sip of wine, eyelashes fluttering. Your regard was glued to him, walking to the counter to get your glass, scooting closer to him in the process. You felt the need to compliment him more, was it because of the intoxicating alcohol now pulsating through your veins, you didn't know, but your mouth opened nonetheless: "Is that why you never show your eyes? You're afraid that girls will fall for you left and right?" You taunted grimacing, thinking you'd gotten back at him for being such a tease himself before it dawned on you that your big mouth had gotten you into quite the messy situation. Humming, Gojo leaned on the kitchen counter, his eyes flickering under the light, "So basically," He almost purred, running a hand through his ivory locks, "You just admitted falling for me. Did I hear you right, honey?" His face arbored the biggest grin you'd ever seen, knowing full well he had you under the spotlight right there, while his overly handsome self sipped on his drink. He was mere centimeters away, his scent completely intoxicating you. You cursed yourself for being so light-headed, your silly self not knowing to think twice before saying something. The alcohol had all subdued, not feeling any signs of being drunk or tipsy either, and yet you were still silly. Flashes from your earlier situation appeared in your mind, hoping you'd get to be in his embrace soon enough. Yet, you couldn't inflate his ego more than it was, his head would probably implode at this rate. As you were about to retort back, he shushed you placing a finger on your lips, "Shush, it's okay baby, I'm kinda falling for you too you know" He smirked, his digit caressing the smooth skin of your rosy lips. You were star struck, gaze melting into his, his touch lighting a fire within you. You had this growing urge to just please him, let him dominate you fully. The alcohol ignited lust, slowly opening your mouth, taking his digit inside your mouth. His eyes gleamed, now half-lidded, a low moan escaping his lips. Your tongue swirled and licked his long finger, feeling yourself get soaked at the thoughts of it inside you. His gaze never left the show in front of him, slowly coming to bit down on his lips. The mere sensation of your tongue against his digit made his length throb in his pants. You pulled away with a wet satisfying 'pop', gaze swirling with lust. His other hand came to grab your chin slightly, tilting it upward. The mere action made your core feel warm, already submitting entirely to him. He leaned down, bringing the finger that was previously in your mouth, into his. Never breaking eye contact with you, he hummed tasting yourself off his finger, before saying: "Don't get me wrong sweetheart, that indirect kiss was pretty hot, but I'd rather be doing this." And with that, he instantly crashed his lips on yours. You couldn't hold back a moan, all the built-up anticipation hitting you full force. His lip balm smelling of cherry, one of your hands came to rest on his shoulder feeling his muscles underneath the dark fabric. Damn, he was a good kisser, tongue swirling around yours, leaving nothing untouched. It was rare for you to feel yourself get soaked already from just a kiss, but this man seemed to possess supernatural powers or something. His thumb rubbed soothing patterns on your cheek, his tongue lapping at your lips eliciting yet another sinful moan from you. Taking this opportunity, Gojo slide his tongue into your mouth leaving nothing untouched. Towering above you, one of his hand slid down your back, resting on the back of your waist. Breaking away from the kiss, he panted, eyes twinkling. "May I gorgeous?" The hand resting on your waist gave a slight squeeze indicating what he meant. You blushed at his behavior, obviously agreeing. Large palms slide down the small of your back, fingers digging into your plump rear. The man almost let out a moan, eyelashes fluttering feeling your curves under his touch. His reaction only fueled your lust, even more, desire swirling into your irises locking gaze with him. A glance was all you needed to understand Gojo, as you jumped wrapping your legs around his waist. His hands instantly planted themselves on your ass supporting you, taking their time to feel you up, leaving nothing untouched. His touch was like fire, making you moan from its simplest movement, making a chuckle erupt from him. "Don't stop making those noises for me baby" He ordered, lips crashing back down on yours. You could only hum, your fingers tangled into his snowy white hair. Tugging on his locks slightly, the man groaned grinding his already fully erect cock on your panties. You gasped in the kiss, which the man didn't hesitate to take advantage of his tongue swirling in your mouth. Your dress had obviously rilled up, your bare ass now barely covered. As you deepened the kiss, saliva mixing with his, you felt him start walking toward the back of his apartment where you had noticed his room earlier. However, you were wrong to assume that he would have made it this far, no, not with how utterly hot you looked right now. Dropping your body on the couch, he nestled in between your legs. Encaging you between his arms, one of his large hands grasped both of your wrists pinning them up above your hand. He had such long fingers that both of your wrists seemed like merely nothing in his hands. Breaking the kiss for air, the man panted above you. His warm breath hitting the tip of your nose, his forehead leaning on yours. His eyes were half-lidded, looking at you with pure desire swirling in them. The clear Saphire blue you had seen earlier had subdued to a more animalistic hue, pupils almost blown out, leaving barely any of the ocean like color to be seen.

You stood there in awe, gaze melting into his. He seemed like the embodiment of absolute perfection, and at that moment you just wanted to please him. Struggling to free your wrists you raised your hips grinding them against his clothed cock, eliciting a moan from the man above you. "Let me touch you please" You begged, lashes fluttering as you repeated your movement again, feeling his member twitch within the confine of his pants. Gojo smirked, raising an eyebrow at your needy tone, "I can't possibly refuse if you ask that nicely sweetheart". He teased, his vice grip on your wrists disappearing, taking this opportunity you turned him around sitting snugly on his hips. You grinned mischievously making sure to sit exactly on his large cock, feeling it twitch once again. God, he was hard, and he seemed so big it made your core swirl at the thoughts of him railing the absolute shit out of you. Gojo crossed his arms behind his neck, taking his sweet time to look you up and down, his usual grin covering his feature. It subdued quickly when your hands swiftly unzipped his pants dragging them down, making sure to drag your finger across his entire length. pursing on his lips, the man let out a moan, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "you're so big" You praised, not caring about inflating his ego. I mean, he deserved it right? That man was literally the most handsome guy you had ever come across, you just wanted to shower him with praises. He smirked, flashing you a wink "Oh? Am I really?" He teased in a sing-song voice playing coy. You only giggled, pulling down his black underwear, his cock colliding with his abdomen. Gojo hissed as the cold air hit his member, eyes half-lidded awaiting your next move with impatience. His dick was way beyond average both in length and girth. Tip rosy from being hard for so long, a bead of precum leaked slowly running down his entire length. You almost drooled at the sight, taking your sweet time to look at his cock, one finger coming to scoop the precum bringing it into your mouth. You moaned your tongue swirling and twirling around your digit, already intoxicated by his delicious taste. "Let me taste you again baby" he ordered his voice low, as he sat up. Taking his finger out of your mouth, you extended your arm forward, Gojo grabbing a hold of your wrist, tongue extending, licking the digit clean. He hummed lowly, eyes locked with yours as he did so. Pink muscle leaving no surface of his finger untouched, he moaned your name before leaning back down. "Suck me" You felt your heart rate spike up, your juice leaking from your core at the mere order from Gojo. You nodded, eyes dropping to his rock hard cock, hands settling on the base. Your tongue darted out, licking a clean stripe from the base to his engorged tip, mouth closing on it. You twirled your tongue a couple of times, feeling his large hands grab a hold of your hair. "That's my good girl" The mere words made you moan around his cock, the vibration only intensifying the pleasure for Gojo who threw his head back against the couch. Taking as much as you possibly could fit of his dick in your mouth, your hands moved around his shaft and balls desperately trying to bring him the utmost pleasure. It was working as groans and growls, escaped from Gojo's parted lips, half-lidded eyes never breaking away from you. "You look so good taking my cock like that baby-" He paused, hands massaging your scalp as if thanking you for the absolute best blow job he had, "but it's my turn now" and with that, he pulled you away from his cock, a thin string of saliva connecting you to his member. Leaning up he didn't hesitate a single second to capture your lips again into a kiss, a hand caressing your cheek guiding you back down under him. "You did amazing" He whispered, making you blush, "Thank y-" You squealed, feeling him drag you on the edge of the couch, your legs dangling off of it. “Now then, spread those pretty legs for me won't you?” He licked his lips, the cherry lips balm coating his velvety muscle. You couldn’t help but comply, long digits sliding across your soaked panties, index finger flicking where he knew exactly where your bundle of nerve was. He chuckled lowly, a thin coat of lust covering his sapphire irises. His fingers were already shiny with your essence, and he hadn’t even made direct contact with your core yet. “So wet for me already baby, did you enjoy sucking my cock that much?” He teased, knowing damned well the answer already. The silver-haired man hooked his fingers on the side of your panties, mouth almost watering at the sight of your glistening folds. You mewled, eyes glassy trying to push your core closer to him, eliciting yet another dark chuckle from him. “Needy little thing” his voice was coated with lust, azure eyes locking with yours. One of his long finger slowly parted your folds, collecting your glistening essence on his finger before plopping it in his mouth. He moaned, tasting you, “You taste even better than I’d imagined” “Stop teasing me” You managed to mutter between moans, a grin spreading on his face at your voice. Tilting his head to the side, his index finger twirled around your pearl never giving it the attention it oh so desired. “Beg for it” His voice was raspy, blowing hot air on your clit before flashing you a wink. Your cheeks, well your whole being, felt on fire. “Please eat me out-” You whimpered out, hoping it was enough to satisfy him. Your mind was into a frenzy, thoughts and sentences jumbling into one another, unable to form cohesive sentences. Chuckling, he pressed a soft kiss to your inner right thigh, “Tell me if i’m wrong but, a good girl like you can do better, right?” You threw your head back against his satin pillow, he really was playing hard to get. “ God Gojo please- just make me cum over your tongue already, I need you so badly!” You screamed out in frustration, fists clenching. At that point you didn’t care about anything but to feel his warm tongue on you, tasting your juices Cock twitching at your words, the sorcerer felt his own self restraint slowly crumble to pieces. He just wanted to take you right there, right now, to dick you down until you couldn’t walk anymore. He wanted to break you. You couldn't hold back the moan as you felt his breath hover right above your clit, “So obedient” he praised, before his tongue darted out licking a clean strip, before latching unto your bundle of nerves. Your reaction was instant, head thrown back as a fountain of moans of his name echoed within the room. Gojo felt his self restraint crumble to pieces, every pores in his body aching for him to bend you into a mating press and drill ino your pretty pussy. Yet, at the same time, the way your juices leaked around his mouth drove him to the brinks of insanity. Sapphire gaze darting back and forth between your glistening folds and your flushed face, he soon felt himself grind his aching cock against the side of the bed, desperately seeking friction. Your hands soon found themselves tangled into his ivory locks, only pressing him closer and closer to your soaked core. “G-Gojo” You cooed, feeling your release build up incredibly fast. Damn he was good, there was no denying it. The way he softened his tongue just enough to roll and lap at your clit, while his large hands spread your thighs, nails digging into your plush skin. The man was eating you out as if it was his last meal. “Yes my darling?” He purred, not breaking the contact with your pussy, hot air from his words only pushing you closer to the edge, the pet name not helping either. Noticing the way your cunt quivered at his word, the sorcerer raised an eyebrow in amusement. “Oh? Are pet names your weakness, my love?” He asked, even as he already knew the answer. His melodic voice would have been enough alone to push you into bliss, but right before you could cum, thighs shaking and hips stuttering, he pulled away. His keen eyes knew, right away the signs of your oh so awaited orgasm, only to deny it so sweetly. Your eyebrows furrowed, and before you could even retort about your stolen orgasm, the man was pinning you down, lips crashing unto yours. “God- you drive me crazy you know.” His sweet words made you swoon, however you tried as best as possible to keep reminding yourself that the man probably had partners left and right. I mean, with his look and absolute perfect personality? Who wouldn’t want him? You had to keep yourself grounded, or at least try to. One of his hand coming to stroke the side of your cheek brought you back to reality, as his forehead laid on yours. His cerulean eyes gazing into yours, before you felt the tip of his cock align with your drenched cunt. “Is this okay?” He murmured, holding himself up with one hand which only accentuated his biceps. You couldn’t help but nodd, of course you wanted him to rearrange your insides, to mold you into his cock. “I need to hear it dear” He pressed a kiss on your forehead, head tilted to the side, surprisingly patiently awaiting your response. Leaning up slightly, you captures his lips in yet another kiss before sliding your hand between your bodies and grasping his cock. “Fuck me before I do it myself” Gojo’s eyebrow raised, before he chuckled darkly. Taking a hold of your wrist he pinned them both above your head, one large hand way more than enough to hold them tightly into places. “Can’t leave you unsatisfied now, can I” and with that he pushed his length into you. You swore you could feel the tip of his cock hit your cervix, molding your insides to his dick. The stretch was slightly painful, but oh dear god it felt amazing. Hips now flush against yours, he leaned back slightly discarding his shirt, throwing it on the floor somewhere. His kin glistened with a thin layer of sweat, muscles defined and flexing under the pleasure he was currently under. Noticing your lingering gaze his hand grasped your knees throwing them over his shoulder. You yelped, before he pressed a kiss against your ankle. “Look at me baby” He purred before drilling into your core. Your mewled and gasped, hands desperately seeking to hold unto dear life. His cock quite literally rearrnged your insides, Gojo looking down at your through his ivory lashes, lips stuck between his teeth. He was slightly silent asides from some pants and grunts here and there, as he wished to hear every little sound you made. Nails digging into your thighs, he let out a low groan as his pace never faltered, gaze darting between your pussy eagerly sucking him up and your fucked out face. “You’re taking me so well” He purred, before his hips came to meet yours at a rougher pace, almost sending you flying into the headboard if it wasnt for his hold unto your thighs. “So good to me-” His voice broke as he let out another groan. Your mewls and moans only spurred him on, before a trembling hand reached toward his face. “K-Kiss me-” You managed to mumble between incoherent babbles as he fucked your brain out. Gojo smirked, before gently dropping your knees and leaning down eagerly sealing your lips into yet another kiss. “Dont go and fall for me now-” He whispered between choked out groans, a sly smirk plastered on his features. As your hands tangled themselves into his locks he bit down on his lips, gaze lingering on your face. The way your cheeks burned and glossy eyes stared back at him, Gojo couldn’t help but latch his lips unto the soft skin of your neck earning a yelp from you. His cocky personality had subdued, leaving a rather soft persona underneath. Hips stuttering, he felt yourself clench tighter around him only signalling that you’d soon back into pure bliss. There was no way that he’d ever finish before you, prioritizing the needs of his partners way before his own. A string of moans fell from your lips as his bit down and sucked on a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. Feeling him smirk against your skin, he lapped at the spot teasingly “You’re gonna cum on my cock baby?” He cooed, blowing hot air, pace never faltering in the slightest. You could only manage a weak nodd, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer pleasure cursing through your veins. A loud moan of his name fell from your lips as you felt yourself unravel on his dick. Gojo groaned feeling you spasm around his cock, draging himself into the bliss as well. Leaning down he kissed you, encaging you between his arms as he rutted into your oversensitive pussy, hot milky cum tainting your walls white. “Fuck-” He cursed, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his, dick twitchnig into the depths of your cunt. It wasnt long until he let himself fall on top of you burying his head into the crook of your neck. Not even bothering to take his cock out, Gojo pressed feather like kisses all over your now hickey covered skin, eliciting a small giggle from you. “That was amazing” You purred, one hand running up and down his bare back. It was rare for the man to be so relaxed after such encounter, not that he’d usually ask his partner to seek themselves out of his house but, this time it felt different. “Thank you, thank you” Came his smug reply, before he lifted his face cerulean eyes locking with yours. Taking his dick out from inside your cum soaked core, He grinned, before rolling you over so you were now laying by his side, head resting on top of his chest. Your heart was hammering against your chest, as if clarity was hitting you full force. Here you were, snuggling with this handsome man you had met earlier, and yet you felt like you’ve known him forever. “Ah- what a bad host I am. Let me clean you up” Gojo suddenly exclaimed, before making his way to the bathroom to fetch a warm wet cloth for you. After cleaning himself up quickly, but effectively he was back into the room with a glass of water and the cloth. You blushed before telling him you could clean yourself to which he agreed, handing you the water. “Do you need a spare of clothe?” He questioned now rummaging through his drawers. The question took you aback, blinking as you stared at him in silence for a few moment. You weren’t expecting to spend the night at his place, not that you were complaining, but it felt too good to be true, really like fate had somehow brought the two of you together. “Did I fuck you too good that you forgot how to speak lovely?” His voice brought you back to reality as he smugly grinned at you, leaning on the drawer. He looked absolutely ethereal, messy locks framing his pale face and body sculpted by the gods themselves. “Shut it-” “I’ll take that as a yes” He cooed, before throwing you a large black shirt. You grasped it mid-air, giggling, as he eyed you with a smile. That was until you spoke up, putting the shirt on, “Is it really okay for me to stay here tonight?” You couldnt help but voice your thoughts before earning a chuckled from the sorcerer himself. “Well I dont mind driving you back home if this makes you uncomfortable.” He paused, sounding serious for once, glancing at his car keys situated on the small wooden table by his bed. “But, we’re not done for the night, aren’t we?” He flashed you a wink, earning a blush from you. His cocky self seemed to back in full throttle. Seeing your reddened face he couldnt help but laugh, putting on a pair of looser grey sweatpants as he spoke “Besides as much as I loved hearing your beautiful moans of my name Id also like for us to share actual conversations-” Throwing a pillow at him, his hand came to arrest it before it hit his face. Seeing your embarrassed look, he broke into laughter, throwing himself back on the bed besides you. “Dont say such embarrassing thing” You poked his side in a teasing manner feeling satisfied with his answer. Gojo grinned letting his head rest in your laps, looking up at you with doe eyes. The night’s soft breeze twirled into the room, your hand caressing Gojo’s hair, twirling a piece between your pointer and middle finger. The neon alarm clock showed in flashy red numbers: 5:06 am. You merely chuckled under your breath, feeling as if this night had been one hell of a rollercoaster. Gojo silently stared at you, feeling relaxed as you played with his hair. “Tired?” He questioned, taking your hand before pressing a soft kiss on your palm, earning yet another blush from you. “Not really” He hummed, kind of amusing you how his cocky persona had subdued into this calmer one. Gojo’s chest rose and fell slowly, as the rhythm of his breathing relaxed, feeling comfortable in your embrace. Still holding unto your hand, he gave it a light squeeze, gaining back your attention “So, since it's already morning” He paused, throwing a glance toward the alarm clock,” Wanna order some food and talk the night away my sweet Y/N?”

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[dreamsmpimagnes]

Ive been getting into Origins ever since the season 2 came out and Im wondering if you have any hcs for it? Just general one are okay ^-^ thank you <333

I've peaked with this post

Warning: it's sooooo fucking long

Individual Hcs

o!Charlie

Because he's just made up of a viscous dull lime green slime in the basic shape of a person (no fake bone or muscle definition) with black eyes, he tries to wear normal looking clothing so his appearance is less off putting to others

Whenever he gets bonked down to a smaller size, he has to go through wherever it happened and pick up the slime from the ground to morph back into his body, which can take hours (there was an accidental TNT situation and they were still finding tiny slime pieces in the yard weeks later)

Also, instead of holding things like a normal person, he just sticks them in his body so they're suspended in the slime and he can take them out whenever he needs to use them, he can't do it for too long, though, because otherwise, they break down in his body and he'll digest them (he can do this with anything but obsidian)

This makes the process with food upsetting to many people, since whenever he heads to eat, he absorbs is through his mouth and, throughout a few hours, you can see it break itself down in him

o!Fundy

He's half arctic fox, so he enjoys colder climates and running around in the snow

His hair is fluffy and white with two fox ears perched on his head (he also has a thick tail tipped with gray) and his eyes are a golden hazel that almost glow at night, also, while his teeth are relatively normal, he has sharp canines

That being said, when he was younger and on his own, he would rip through raw meat, not knowing quite how to cook it without accidentally turning it into charcoal

Because he was alone a lot at the start of his life, he thrives off of social interaction, being a very touchy feely person with those he cares about (does not appreciate the small jokes though)

He doesn't like when people he's not especially close with touch his ears or tail however

Loves collecting leather goods, glass objects, skulls, other bones, and shiny things

Because of that, his den is a bit intimidating to go into, these items placed on stacks of barrels and on shelves bolted into the cave walls, but it makes him feel fully safe and at home

o!Jack

His skin is tinted an orange-gold color and his hands and feet are a dark gray, as if they're covered in a layer of ash, and in place of his hair, he has bright flames coming from his head

He has ten flaming rods swirling around him at all times (one for each heart, so when he takes damage, he has to regenerate them), when he gets cold or wet, they slow down significantly, on the other hand, when he heats up or gets ready to fight, they speed up

Also, if he uses weapons to fight, he always sets them on fire first

When he was in the Nether, all of his clothing and armor fit oddly because he stole it from piglins, so the only thing he really kept was a long dark gray clock that was fire resistant

Speaking of the Nether, with the exception of being in a fortress, he hates being in it and, when he finally got out, he stumbled into the grass and sprinted away while cheering (weird day for Phil)

The only thing he misses is the colors and lack of sun

Being in the Overworld now, it's far too bright out and there's a dreadful blue tint to everything

Because of that, he gets frequent headaches

Protects the Pube with his life because it was something Phil made and he says he owes Phil his life, he honestly comes off less like an authority figure to be respected and more like a high schooler taking hall monitor duty too seriously

Side note, he really enjoys eating normal human food even if he doesn't need to (it tastes good)

o!Jschlatt/Fragrance Man

He's a wandering salesman/con artist of sorts

He's a pretty secretive guy and some of the things he sells are definitely stolen, but that's neither here nor there

Only Wilbur and Phil know him, but even then, it's only loosely

Definitely a shady fella

o!Niki

She's an angler fish mermaid, which is why she prefers to stay in deep and dark cavernous waters

Her wavy shoulder length hair is usually tied back and her bangs part to show the little pastel pink light bulb that hangs down in an arch from her hair line

Her top is made up of various sea life flora that's strung together with left over fishing wire she's found, she also includes small shells and pearls into her outfit to make it look prettier

Her tail, starting from the tip to her waist, is a dark to pastel turquoise gradient with a row of dull spikes that begin down after her spine ends, they're also tipped off with pastel pink

She has incredibly sharp teeth, but you wouldn't know unless she smiles at you

She enjoys collecting pretty things like pearls, pretty colored rocks, and small little treasures that were tossed into oceans and hidden in chests

Because of that, she's taken up temporary residence in every ship wreak she's found, building onto them so that they're more comfortable to live in (they're basically her vacation homes)

She chooses to swim quite a way away to eat since she normally rips fish apart to eat them and it's far too messy to have around her home

Has made friends with the glow squids though

o!Philza

He really is the father figure, creating and slowly building up the little community for all of the different hybrids to stay at

He's very nervous around full humans though, since throughout history, humans and hybrids have never really had a great history together (that doesn't mean he's disrespectful or rude towards them, just cautious)

His wings are large and in the shape of a common crow's, but colored golden

Even though there are a few missing or uncomfortably bent feathers from past scraps he's gotten into as a teenager, he takes incredibly good care of them, preening them often

He enjoys flying the most at sunrise when there's a light yellow glow over everything, he especially loves perching on top of a mountain peak, watching the sun actually rise and mark the start of a new day

o!Ranboo

He's a prince, and a spoiled one at that, the third line line for the throne, having two older brothers ahead of him, so he spent the majority of his time slacking off and not taking anything seriously

He was originally casted away from his home in the End to go on some grand journey of self discovery to lean what respect and hard work is like, and only then could he return, but honestly he thinks it's all bs

He can be incredibly cocky when it comes to his abilities and, only to the other kids, insists his are the best (he gets a bit intimidated saying it to an adult just in case they cast him away like his parents did)

Gets really bored and frustrated whenever it rains, so when it does, he just paces around the house, opening doors and windows every few minutes to check if it stopped, and, will occasionally try to step out (he's just so bored, what? Do you actually expect him to wait??)

One of his favorite things are magic items of any sort

He hoards anything from potions, potion ingredients, enchanted items, and enchanting books (he got a ghast tear from Jack before and he keeps it with the rest of his nice things)

He doesn't actually use them for anything, he just keeps them so he can look at them

Has that "I'm invincible" mentality that's gotten him in so much trouble in the past

While he laughs about it at first, he gets incredibly anxious whenever someone wears a pumpkin around him, the idea that he can't see them but knowing that they're around him stresses him out to no end

Has a slight fear of authority figures too

o!Smajor

He was born from the endless void, century old stars crowing his head and the entire universe shining back in his eyes

His face is freckled with purples, blues, and pinks and his ink black hair and silk clothing flutter as if there's a constant soft wind surrounding him

And now he's stuck on the ground with a bunch of dickheads

No, but seriously he is like a millennia old

It's said that when he came to the earth, there was a beautiful cosmic array of asteroids, all shooting through the night sky as if the universe was crying for it's lost child

That confuses everyone considering he always refers to the stars as his brothers and sisters, so no one knows if that's actually the case or not

He does gets incredibly sad whenever he misses out on star watching for more than a couple nights in a row

Tends to get sick when eating natural foods, but he feels bad about not eating it if someone offers it to him so he does anyway

He doesn't really get a lot of the human stuff in general but he's excited to learn

o!Sneegsnag

This tiny man is incredibly resourceful

Since he's so tiny, he makes everything specialized for himself out of materials that are far too large, and housing out of large tree hallows (side note, if someone's a prick to him, he'll steal some of their shit and hide it in a high up hallow and watch them struggle to find it before he puts it back where he found it a few days later)

Likes hitching rides on the shoulders or in the bags of the people that he's close friends with

He's a 'roll with the punches' kind of guy, so when someone makes small jokes about him, he thinks that they're funny and will, more often than not, play along

On a side note, he does have little tunnels and "vacation homes" under everyone's houses, his favorites to be in are Wilbur's and Fundy's

o!Technoblade

He came from far away lands where regular humans ruled and the hybrids were treated as less then

Because he was also treated that way, being by himself on the streets at a very young age, he was taught very quickly not to show a negative bias based off of any kind of status

He really is just indifferent to the hybrids, though he thinks the ones with flying abilities are really cool and kind of wishes he had those abilities as well

Met everyone after a trip in the Nether where he met Tommy where he was subsequently introduced to the others

Before that, though, he was a sword (or axe, or crossbow) for hire and was pretty damn good at his job

enjoys mining on his days off

Bunnyblade (he chose the bunny so I wanna make hcs for those too)

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o!Tommy

He was that one kid in elementary school who would always challenge people to race him and he never grew out of it

His wings come in a set of two, connected to each other at the base, they're small white ones that branch from the spots just bellow his shoulder blades

Even though he can't actually use them to fly, he's still incredibly proud of them, so he keeps them in good shape and preens them often to make them look as nice as possible

While he looks up to Phil as a father figure of sorts, he's a bit jealous that he can actually fly (even though he never told him, Phil could very easily guess that that was the case)

On the lowest of keys, he enjoys eating seeds, so on slow days, he'll just sit in the grass and pick them from the dirt, eating them casually (Wilbur and Phil don't like this, but Tubbo has absolutely joined him, seeing nothing wrong with it) i see them as his comfort snack

Other than that, his favorite food is apples

o!Tubbo

His shulker form was essentially his cocoon phase

He had to eat more so he could hunker down in the box-like exoskeleton for about a week before he emerged covered on orange-yellow tinted goo to become a proper bee hybrid

He can really only eat flowers and drink nectar, if he tries to consume anything else, he gets nauseous and throws up since his body can't digest it properly (he'll try eating baked goods here and there anyway since he likes how they taste)

Because he can eat flowers perfectly fine, he keeps so many different types of them pretty much everywhere and prepared in different ways (plain dandelions, rose leaf tea, dried tulips, and the like)

He has a huge garden outside as well as a greenhouse for the harsher seasons (his house is full of potted plants and hanging baskets too)

Overall, Tubbo is an incredibly hard worker and hates asking others for help

o!Wilbur

The skin of his joints (fingers, toes, knees, elbows, etc) is the same blue-purple color of phantom skin, which gradients into the gray of the rest of his body, and his eyes are a soft pastel green that glow at night

Because of his fascination antiquarian 'business' he's stolen a lot of small things throughout his life to the point to were at least half of his possessions were stolen

Wears a big black sunhat that he swiped from Phil sometimes during the day so he doesn't have to worry about phasing and no, i do not take constructive criticism on this matter

When he's bored, he'll use his phasing abilities to pop out and scare people

Eats steak in front of Tommy to spite him

Group Hcs (i thrive off of found family if the length of this isn't enough to figure that out lol)

Tommy and Tubbo met when they were much younger, Tommy was a young troublemaker who stole food since he didn't quite understand farming and Tubbo was still a slow, bulky boy in his shulk phase and taught him how to farm so he didn't have to steal anymore (that's when Phil found them both and became a father figure to the two)

When they first met, Tommy glared daggers into Fundy, he hates how wild foxes hunt and eat chickens, so he held a small grudge against him

Ranboo and Tubbo also didn't get along when they first met since Tubbo has always been a hard worker and Ranboo's 'whiny prince' thing always got on his nerves

After a while, though, Tommy became a bit less hostile towards Fundy and Tubbo saw that Ranboo could genuinely be a great person to be around, so they developed friendships

Because he's weaker at night, whenever Tubbo has to go out when it's dark, someone (usually Wilbur or Ranboo) insist to go with him

Whenever it's raining and Ranboo or Jack are stuck outside, Wilbur either stays with them and waits for the rain to subside or phases away really quickly to get a makeshift umbrella for them

Whenever Jack and/or Ranboo are outside near Phil when it starts to rain, he tries his best to protect them from it using his wings (he has been accidentally burnt by Jack's blaze rods before, but he never told him because he didn't want to worry them)

On the topic of Jack and Phil, they met when Phil was about to enter the Nether for the first time, Jack was so incredibly thankful that he was now in the Overworld that he now will do just about anything Phil asks him to in return

Nikki always searches for conduits so she can allow her friends to comfortably visit her under the water's surface

Because Ranboo and Jack can't touch water, she and Phil have been looking into possible alternatives so they can visit as well

Whenever Charlie gets tiny, he and Sneeg hang out, doing things like try to ride a chicken like a horse, hang off of thin tree branches, and sit on windowsills and just talk (they call themselves "Tiny Gang")

Since Ranboo, Niki, and Fundy all love hoarding pretty things, sometimes they'll sit down together (Niki leaning against the wall of a pond, propped up on her elbows, Fundy laying in the grass, and Ranboo sitting on a thick blanket he sat on stone), and exchange things from their hoards like playing cards

Honestly I just love the idea of Ranboo starting off with potion and enchantment stuff, Fundy starting with skulls and gem stones, and Niki starting off with pearls and hearts of the sea, until they start trading and they all have a mixture of everything

Ranboo once found a geode while mining and, unprompted, brought back amethyst blocks, crystals, and shards to share with the other two

Wilbur has the habit of swiping some things from the three and keeping then in his home

Because Tommy gets sad about his mainly unusable wings, Phil will sometimes pick him up and fly through the air with him, letting him feel the cold rush of wind across his face (when he's done, Tommy has him drop him from as high as he can so he can flutter back down to saver feeling before he lands harmlessly back to the grass)

Since Smajor gets sad when he doesn't get to see the stars for multiple days in a row, everyone will turn out their lights each night so they can be seen better

Charlie always wore clothing from normal fabrics that he ended up basically soaking through with slime every say, so Phil helped him com up with a different type of fabric that that wouldn't happen with (truthfully it was because he's track slime everywhere)

While Techno's not actually a hybrid, Tommy thought that he was part piglin and he never had the heart to correct him so now half of the people there thinks he is (it's because they met in the Nether and Technoblade was wearing a piglin skull mask)

Niki doesn't really understand land customs all that well but she tries her best, so she gave Tubbo a 'friendship bouquet' and he proceeded to eat it like an edible arrangement so now she thinks that's what everyone does with flowers

While Tubbo was molting and in his cocoon state, everyone was assigned a different day to check up on him and make sure he was safe (because Niki couldn't see him, the person would report back to her and tell her that he was alright)

Phil would absolutely defend everyone with his life and views them all as a part of his flock

Even though they all have their differences, they all love and cherish each other, becoming a family

#origins smp #origins smp headcanons #origins smp hcs #o!charlie #o!fundy #o!jack #o!jschlatt #o!niki #o!phil #o!ranboo #o!smajor #o!sneegsnag #o!technoblade #o!tommy #o!tubbo #o!wilbur #this was so much sorry #i just have a lot to say

[fluffykiddosstuff]

Nines x reader "far away into the deviancy"

Okay but I didn't notice I got 15 subscribers bc of my NSFW headcanons of Detroit and 250 votes on it ? You little perverts (I love yall)

I know christmas is far away and new year was yesterday buuuut I wanted to write something for my rk900 boy, no smut in this post sorry but I'll do a part 2 with smut of my nines x reader x Gavin one shot ;>

Enjoy and happy holidays even if it's passed!

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It was new year's eve and your dpd colleagues and you decided to organize a little party at your home. The people who came were Connor and hank, Gavin and Tina and also nines. How could you describe your relationship with nines? It was complicated. The tall advanced Android was "deviant" but didn't understand many of the emotions he was feeling since the poor boy was waked up by his predecessor the rk800. So often he would ask questions when he is doubting about something. And he was particularly doubting about you, he couldn't tell why but he feels the need to protect you and be sure no harms happens when there is a mission. He wanted to be near you as much as possible and talk to you every chances he gets. Connor told him it was what humans calls "love", nines made research and that was exactly what he was feeling towards you but.. He became more distant as times flew by. Maybe he had something on his mind? You couldn't tell. The firsts to arrive were hank and Connor, Connor had a little Christmas hat and an ugly sweater as well as hank, you laughed and both kissed them on the cheek.

- looking good lieutenant

- oh shut up ___ I only accepted to wear this since Connor and I couldn't celebrate Christmas because of a case

You and Connor laughed as the grumpy lieutenant got into your sofa, the android gave you a gift and you smiled fondly.

- oh God Connor you shouldn't have!

- it's nothing detective and plus, it's a gift for thanking after what you organized for all of us

Gavin and Tina arrived just a bit later, Gavin mocking Connor while Tina tried to manage him to stop. But one person was missing, nines.

- do you guys have news of nines by any chances?

Everyone said no and Connor came closer to you

- I just think he is a bit late.. Nothing to worry

You all started to eat (even Connor since all the thirium food headcanons i saw) and laugh while waiting for the last guest. Speaking of which the door bell rang and you opened, nines was covered in snow with a little box under his arm, you laughed and got him in while getting rid of the snow. You could have sweared he had a blue tinted blush on his cheeks.

- thank you ___ please accept this as a present but.. Open it when everyone is gone please

He said the last line quietly so only both of you could hear him, what was in that box? It picked your curiosity and you couldn't wait to open it. Then you all eated the dinner discussing every subject that came to mind. Then you offered to dance with everyone, except hank and Gavin, everyone seemed to enjoy that idea. You all putted the table asides so you could dance without any problems. Nines sitted on a chair and when you were going to him, Connor took gently your hand.

- can we dance for a bit ___?

You nodded and started to dance with him, hank was passed out on the sofa, Gavin drinking with Tina as they danced juste to have fun. Connor looked at nines then at you.

- I told nines to take a gift for you

- really? Why?

- you will find out, now I will take hank home and leave you with him, I think he wants to talk with you

You nodded and let him go, he got home with hank and Tina helped Gavin to go home too since he was too drunk and excused herself. You approached nines who was looking at the window.

- nines ? Would you allow me to dance?

You handed him your hand and he looked at you, his blue eyes falling into your (eye color) one's, he took your hand and got up before starting to dance with you. It was almost midnight and a romantic songs popped off in your Playlist, nines started to take lead of the dance and smiled a bit.

- you look.. Marvelous ___, I.. Couldn't take my eyes off of you since I came here.

You flushed and looked at him, he wore a simple white Suit similar to his uniform but.. He was still very handsome in that

- thanks.. You are really awesome too

You looked at each other a little bit awkwardly before he started to talk

- ___ I.. I wanted to say that.. Since I started to be deviant I didn't.. Got many feelings as you know and this feeling.. I never got it with someone before.. I.. Think I like you, more than a friend or a working partner you see..?

He didn't know how to put words but you totally got him, there was 3 seconds before midnight since your phone

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And you kissed him as some cheers were in the streets for the fireworks. You smiled and hugged him tight. At first he didn't know how to respond but he tried the best he can. After that you took his hand and got outside to see the fireworks too. When they were finished you putted everything back into place with the help of your new Android boyfriend and you got the mysterious box he got you earlier. Now you understood connor's words and smiled to yourself while opening the box. It was a little necklace with your initials on it, nines got behind you and putted it on you.

- looks good... Happy new year ___

He then kissed you one last time before going into the sofa with you to cuddle until sleep drove you out of this beautiful night

#nines #x reader #fluff #dbh nines #dbh connor #dbh hank #dbh gavin #detroit become human #dbh nines x reader #nines x reader #dbh rk900 #nines rk900

[saphirered]

Saph I hope you feel better! I really liked the VM Snow White you just posted, but could you also please do the same prompt but with M9 boys including Molly? If you’re not feeling up to it that’s fine too!

Thank you! The meds are beginning to do their job luckily. I'm glad you liked the last one. I blinked, my hand slipped and now it's here. Prepare for some angst. Hope you enjoy! 😘

(Caleb)

Caleb had always known his past would come to haunt him. He was prepared for it. Prepared to take the hit, take responsibility for everything and he’d face his past be that with or without the people he loves. Part of him, once he got used to having these fools around, having you around, wanted it to be on his own, to protect them and protect you. To not have any more lives lost in the grand scheme. The people he loves becoming collateral would be unacceptable. But you had become collateral in the grand scheme of things.

When it became clear to his enemies he was a bit more attached to you than the others, they took this weakness and exploited it. They pushed his buttons before, using you as a tool, verbal bait even, but he never fell for it. His reluctancy to act on his feelings, to keep them to himself instead, were the very thing he hoped would keep those loose ends from latching onto you. His love is a curse, the objects of his desire always to be torn away from him no matter how hard he tries to prevent it. He’s lost you to that same curse. Not lost. Almost lost.

You’ve been cursed, your conscious mind separated from your unconscious body. Simple healing spells wouldn’t do the trick here. This curse holds no roots in the divine. He’s spent days researching and that much he could confirm. This curse would take an arcane approach. Something he prides himself in to be his specialty. Lucky you. Lucky him. He had the others bring all books, ancient scrolls and other sources of knowledge brought to him, along with a wide variety of components once he’d made a significant dent in the research matter, assuring him this would have the greatest chances of success.

It’s not the soft canopy bed with the plush pillows from the fairytales you’re placed on. Instead you lay on a wooden table, inscribed with all sorts of arcane sigils. Nor do you look like some angelic peaceful being. Your brow is furrowed in discomfort, your hands balled into fists at your sides. Caleb moves a brush against areas of exposed skin, painting symbols to match with precision and care, afraid to even make a single mistake, triple checking every mark. He speaks the incantations while incorporating the components varying from precious gems crushed and whole, herbs and incense. And then he waits. He doesn’t expect the effects to be immediate, often with these magics it is not and he knows that but that doesn’t get rid of the impatience and fear.

“How I long to hear your voice again. I know this will work but that doesn’t ease away the sliver of doubt. What if… What if… That’s what I keep asking myself. I know it’s stupid.” Caleb wipes an hand over his brow as he pulls up a chair and sits at your side, elbows leaning on the table careful to avoid any sigils just in case.

“It also faced me with the harsh reality that I held off telling you how I feel. It looks so stupid now in hindsight because what good did it do anyone. In the end you still ended up paying for my mistakes. I was stupid to push you away, try to convince you your own feelings were unreciprocated. I know I didn’t have you fooled in the slightest but to know I could have loved you, it makes me feel like I am to blame for wasting that opportunity and possibly shortening our time together. The thought of losing you before having given you my love will forever be my greatest regret.”

Caleb watches the muscle of your hand unclench and relax. He hears a deep intake of breath and staring at your face he’s met with your smile, one filled with love as he helps you sit up. All is good once more.

(Fjord)

Fjord’s drenched to the bone, out of breath, anger running through him like he’s never experienced. Still he’s unsure if his anger is directed at the one responsible for your eternal slumber or at himself for making a ballsy move that didn’t pay off in the slightest and in fact backfired in a worse way he could have ever imagined. He played a game of chicken with Uk’otoa and lost. He’d have been fine by letting someone else pay the price for him. Why should he care about some stranger becoming victim to the leviathan? The one who paid the price, became the victim to his actions didn’t end up being a stranger. It had to be you of all people hadn’t it?

Uk’otoa must have been watching his dreams, even his waking actions if that were possible and have seen his infatuation with you. When the leviathan threatened Fjord in another briny dream of his mentioning your name he had called bullshit. The snake had never been able to reach out to anyone it didn’t already have some kind of grasp on. Little did he know Uk’otoa had just that. Just enough of a sliver through him, and the Cloven Crystal to get to you.

So there Fjord sits at your bedside. You’re just as drenched as he is, hair dripping, skin glowing in the candle light of the room reflected off the water particles. Your lips are tinted blue, a redness around your eyes, your skin is cold. The sleep you’re in is a state of perpetual drowning and Fjord knows what it feels like, to drown. He can only hope you’re spared that pain. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to forgive himself if you are tortured like so because of his actions. Clasping your hand between both of his he runs his fingers over your knuckles. He bows his head. It still feels so wrong to not have you respond to his touch. So wrong.

“I want you to know that I am to blame for your fate. I’m about to do a very stupid thing to make it right. I know you’d tell me not to but I can’t sit by and watch you suffer like this. I’ve tried everything. I’ve begged and bargained. I’ve shouted at the skies but I got no reply. Everything comes up empty and I see no other choice than to do this. It might sound stupid but I came to ask for your forgiveness.” Fjord pauses. Usually he would have gotten a reply. He would sell his soul for just having you tell him everything will be alright. It’s a good thing he’s about to sell it for so much more than that. It’s worth it. It’s worth having you alive and well.

“I won’t ask for forgiveness for what I’m about to do because I will never regret it. I ask only you may one day forgive me for what I might become. I need you to know I love you and did, will do all of this out of love. That’s why I hope you’ll never see me again after I give myself to Uk’otoa. I can’t bare to watch that affection in your eyes being replaced by hatred, but most of all disappointment. I hoped to be worthy of your love and I will always regret never having truly experienced it.” Fjord’s voice cracks slightly. He studies your face, as if to ingrain every detail into his memory, as if he thinks he might never see it again.

“I’m afraid. I’m so deadly afraid.” Fjord whimpers pressing a kiss to the back of your hand before he lets go. He checks his supplies, taking out the Cloven Crystal, glaring at the orb intensely cursing the thing to oblivion. Coughs pull him out of his staring match with the crystal. Your body moves, leaning over the edge of the bed vomiting up brine. Fjord drops the orb and his belongings running over to you and helping you gather your bearings until you’re no longer chocking on sea water.

“You better not do what I think you’re planning with that orb or so help me Storm Lord, I will drown you myself.” Fjord can’t do anything but laugh despite the very real threat on his life as you pull him into your embrace.

(Caduceus)

Caduceus isn’t bothered by death. Death is part of life as much as living is. It’s inevitable. Every soul will move on, leaving its vessel for the earth, the fire or the wild things to bring forth something new. What does very much bother him are perversions of death, those who try to cheat death, upset the natural balance, maim and manipulate that what is and should be. He hates it with a passion and seeks to rectify it, return the world to that balance when faced with it. That’s where you come in. You much like him have a respect and understanding of life and death similar to his own. Very few people understand that. Very few people do not fear the end when they see it coming. You’re one of those very few people.

You understand Caduceus on a different level, in his sentiment and mannerisms while others may think him strange. Not that he cares if people do, you’ve been his filter in the big shiny new world past the borders of his grove. You’ve been his safety net, his grounding force, his safe haven when the world seems against him and he thinks his senses might be wrong. The Wild Mother must have gently blown her winds to bring you together.

That’s why it seems so wrong you’re affected by this darkness having taken hold over your body, leaving you in a state of not entirely alive nor dead. Resurrection has been futile as much as draining your life and allowing you to move to the care of the Wild Mother herself. You’re trapped and that’s why Caduceus fears what would happen should you die. He’s seen what this perversion of life and death has done to his home, the forests surrounding it and the creatures living in it. He’ll do everything in his power to prevent that from happening to you.

Caduceus has put your body through the typical burial rites and rituals, preserving what he can by using wards and the divine blessings granted to him by his goddess, sending her prayers of your recovery but you appear to be even beyond her reach now. He moves a damp cloth across your arms and face, brushing aside your hair, humming to himself until he’s done, moving on to clean the room around you, getting rid of the dust, placing things back where they belong and replacing the decayed flowers with fresh ones. Caduceus gathers his tea, preparing a cup for himself as he watches you.

“Can you show me how they’re doing?” The wind grows cold. He knew that would be the answer but still he could hope maybe that answer could change.

“Are they in pain?” The wind grows warm but then cold again. You were, but not anymore. It seems that the new wards he’s put up are doing their job. That’s good.

“Is there a cure?” The gentle breeze disappears. She doesn’t know then. This goes even beyond the goddess herself but it doesn’t mean it’s impossible. Caduceus will keep hope, though it is dwindling fast, for your sake he’ll have hope. He’s always spoken to the dead before and while you’re not really dead, there’s a strange comfort to something that feels so final.

“Hey. I’d ask you how you’re doing but that’s not gonna work now, is it? Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine. I know you are. You’ve managed to keep me alive with the others for much longer than I’ve been taking care of you like this. I think we’re going to be fine. I know you’re here but I still miss you. Calliope makes for terrible company watching things unfurl between the others. She’s too much of a hopeless romantic. You forgot to tell me the recipe to that special brew of yours. I’ve been trying to recreate it but I haven’t been able to. I think what I’m trying to say is, I could really do with having my best friend back. That’d be nice.”

Caduceus sips his tea, face devoid of his usual dopy smile. A sudden breeze hits through the window, blowing it open. A few lighter weight and loose items go flying but the thud of a heavier one is clear to hear. Caduceus closes the window and feels something solid hit his boot. It’s a crystal from the ones surrounding the grove. He picks it up, feeling the warmth run through it. The breeze directs towards you and he feels himself walking over to your body. The crystal calls to you and when it touches you your body runs with energy, pulsing, like you’ve been forcibly pulled back to this world. You look around eyes wide breathing heavy.

“Hey.” Caduceus smiles. “I made tea.”

(Mollymauk)

Maybe pretending you and him were some high born assholes was a questionable decision. Taking on an invite directed at the said people you were impersonating even more so, and stealing, sorry, borrowing without asking, some things from their summer cottage to swim in luxuries, an out right terrible idea when these people happen to be very well connected.

So when these fancy folk came back to the cottage earlier than expected, the two of you had grabbed what you could before making your grand escape, chased by their private guards until you lost them. A safe distance away you set up camp. Time to inspect your findings before returning to the carnival. Your eye for valuables had always been much more keen than Molly’s and your appraisals usually spot on. It was only natural he would let you do your thing but he’d still help you.

Particularly proud of getting some ornate jewellery box Molly had pried it open and revealed the jackpot. But of course you couldn’t just sell recognisable jewellery as is and you couldn’t keep such a thing on you very long. So of course you went to work, prying the stones from their settings. A particular necklace was giving you trouble, not even your tools being able to pry it out, you even broke one so you left that one for last.

The two of you had argued, eventually setting on just smashing the stone with the pommel of Molly’s scimitar, the broken gem still providing plenty of pay and not being as recognisable in peaces. So you held the necklace across a stone while he smashed it. When it did a spark hit, next thing he knew you were on the ground, your hands burned where you held the precious metal. At first he thought you were simply knocked out but when you didn't wake up he grew worried. Splashing water in your face, shaking you, lifting your legs, nothing got you to wake up so instead he carried you and the jewellery back to the carnival. Two days and still you didn’t wake up. It became clear this bloody gem was cursed when dark veins started crawling up your skin as the days passed.

Since this was technically on him, Molly took care of you. He makes quite a doting nurse when he wants to be but never without an inappropriate comment or two. It was quite strange to not hear you laugh at or scold him for these comments. Nevertheless he’d fluff up the pillow beneath your head, provide you an extra blanket when the night was cold, tell you stories, or simply the events of the day, the people who came to the carnival, some things he lifted from people’s pockets and so on. Molly has to say he’s ashamed to admit he’d got frustrated with your unresponsiveness or rather the fact you still hadn’t woken up and there was nothing the others could do for you. A healer would still be a week or so out.

“You know, while I’ve really begun getting used to these little one-sided conversations and your lack of judgement at some of my more terrible decisions I really prefer sharing them with you in the moment. I’ve gotten caught by the guards twice now and without you, Gustav is getting a bit sick of bailing me out. I miss our little flirtations. I miss your sometimes wrong opinions, though you’d say they’re proven facts. I miss your company. I think our time apart has given me time to reflect how much you truly mean to me and how much I need you in my life.” Molly leans on his elbow as he studies your face unmoving. You look so peaceful and asleep but he’d much rather get lost in your eyes when you’re awake.

“I laughed at you when you told me the most valuable thing in the world anyone could ever give another is their heart but I think I know what that means now. I’ll offer you mine if you will have it. So please, come back and make sure my head doesn’t get up too high into the clouds or I might just float away.” Molly leans back looking at the ceiling of the tent with a sigh. He’s pulled out of his mind by a snicker.

“A dramatic confession of love to the unconscious target of your affections? And you call me cliche.” Molly looks at your face, eyes still closed but smug grin clear on your face. He pokes your side making you jump.

“You are insufferable.”

#critical role x reader #critrole x reader #mighty nein x reader #caleb widogast x reader #caleb x reader #fjord x reader #caduceus x reader #mollymauk x reader #critical role #mighty nein