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intimidating-fettuccine · 7 months

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More random headcanons because I’m tired time 😎

Toby gets really hungry in the middle of the night sometimes and will drowsily walk to the nearest place with food and eat a bunch of stuff in the middle of the night. How do they know it's Toby doing this? Because of his exhaustion, he never puts the food away and just leaves it out on the counters. Since EJ is nocturnal he now has a night shift job of going around every few hours and checking all the food areas to see if there's anything left out he can put away.

Jeff has a habit of taking a drink while in the middle of chewing something, and this has led him to choke multiple times because he accidentally swallows some of his food with the drink. No matter how many times someone has to help him when he's choking he can't shake the habit, and he continuously does this to himself. He doesn't even do it on purpose. It's purely subconscious and that has led to people staring him down while he's eating and reflexively holding his hand down if he goes to grab his drink.

Tim is known for his sideburns. However, one year he decided, on a whim, to try trimming them down so they were shorter, and it was very noticeable. He felt pretty meh about the change, but everyone in the mansion freaked out because he hadn't told anyone in advance and it was pretty out of character for him, so everyone was scared he was having some sort of crisis. Yes, that much over sideburns. After that Tim ended up just letting them grow back out because he was tired of having to reassure people that he just did it on a whim and he wasn't having an identity crisis.

Liu, in the Halloween spirit, ordered a fuck ton of tiny ghosts, and he's been displaying them all over the mansion. He ordered about 1,000 of them, and he's only displayed about 300 so far. Every day he puts out a few more. Only a couple of people know that it's him doing it. Nobody is moving them or picking them up so the mansion is just continuously filling up with more tiny ghosts and getting crowded with them in random areas. Liu thinks it's the cutest thing in the entire world. He's already planning more for next year.

Nina, being one of Zalgo's top employees, has taken it upon herself to change up how they do Halloween this year as they don't normally do anything at all. Zalgo gives her a business budget to spend every month on anything extra for the business. She blew it all on Halloween decorations and now you can't go anywhere on the castle grounds without seeing pumpkins, fake ghosts, giant skeletons, or spider webs. Zalgo isn't the biggest fan of the change but he doesn't have the heart to tell her that considering how excited she is about it. He can only sigh in defeat as he works in his office, which is decorated with adorable pumpkins and ghosts of varying sizes, as he thinks about ways to be more specific on how budgets can be spent.

Jason has committed himself to having the best Halloween costume every year now. He didn't even care about Halloween until a few years ago when Jane really outdid herself on her costume, and when he asked her about it, she told him dressing up is one of the best parts. Now, every single year, he has committed himself to trying to come up with better, more elaborate, more beautiful costumes than he did the year before. Nobody else is competing with him, but HE is competing with them. It's a one-sided competition to see if he can be the best dressed in the mansion on Halloween, and everyone thinks it's very amusing, but none of them voice it out loud because they don't want him to be angry at them. Sometimes LJ and Candy collaborate randomly to try and match him by doing the same costume, and it exasperates the fuck out of Jason because he wants to be the only one dressing in whatever costume he chooses to do. He's started keeping his plans locked away so they have a harder time doing this, but that just makes them more serious about it.

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danikamariewrites · 7 months

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can i please request a feysand x reader where they’re at the high lord meeting at the dawn court and tamlin runs his mouth. When he said ”have you ever noticed that little noise she makes when she climaxes” i was so disgusted by him. Literally ew. Could i pls request a drabble where reader punches him for it. She’s not dumb, she won’t do it in the middle of the meeting. She waits until he’s in a hallway and leaps on him and punches him. reader is newly mated to them so her protective instincts are running like crazy. all the things feyre and rhys told her tamlin did to them is blinding her with rage and she almost kills him bc obviously she’s the stonger one😎 PROTECTIVE READER IS GOATEDDDDD

You

Feysand x reader

A/n: I love protective reader

Warnings: violence

After that very exciting meeting you needed to blow off some steam. Tamlin’s words kept ringing in your mind. He might as well have called Feyre a whore. Rhys had to hold you back with his magic so you wouldn’t launch yourself at Tamlin.

At least Beron got what he deserved. You were so proud of Feyre for that display of power. It showed how wrong Ianthe and Tamlin were. You smiled to yourself as you aimlessly walked around.

The smile melted off your face as the scent of spring hot your nose. Anger flooded through your body as you saw Tamlin round the corner. You both stopped and stared at each other. “You,” you growled at him.

“Now y/n let’s be rash.” “Rash! You want me to think when you insulted my mates!” You rushed over to him and before Tamlin could react you had him pinned on the ground. Your knee was digging into his chest as you screamed bloody murder at the High Lord.

Your fist kept hitting his face over and over again. “How dare you?” Tamlin’s nose cracked under your fist. As you drew back to hit him again, your teeth bared at him, Tamlin caught your fist.

He squeezed your hand in a bone crushing grip. “Get. Off.” Tamlin flung you backwards and you slid halfway down the hall. You crouch and dive down into your power. The hall rumbles around you. Tamlin looked petrified. Good, you thought.

Before you could make another move Rhys and Cassian picked you up, Rhys pulled you to his chest and ran his fingers through your hair to calm you down. Thesan came running around the other corner helping Tamlin up.

The males were yelling at each other but you couldn’t hear anything. Your ears were ringing with the echoes of your power.

You closed your eyes and the next time you opened them you were back in your quarters with your mates. Feyre was in front of you cleaning Tamlin’s blood off your hands. You blinked confusingly at them before the memories of what happened came flooding back.

“I’m-I’m so sorry. He was just there and I was so mad at him.” Rhys cups your face in his hands. “Love, it’s ok. You were just defending your mates. The bond is so new that’s what we’re blaming it on, ok.” You nod at him.

Feyre places her hand on Rhys’s chest pushing him back. She takes your face in her hands now, leaning in and placing a chaste kiss on your lips. “It’s not a big deal y/n. I love you so much.” You nod in agreement. “I love you too, both of you. I’m going to take a bath and then we’ll relax.” You kissed them both on their cheeks and headed for the bathroom.

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heartbreak-sandwich · 9 months

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ANIMAL MAGNETISM ~ Part 1 ~ Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader - SFW, slight angst, building tension, Lifeguard Billy x Lifeguard Reader, bossy boss Billy 💖

A/N: This was originally supposed to be a small oneshot blurb, but a lovely follower requested a continuation, and you can find it here! I'm so excited to have given this a title, and there will be more to this story. 😎 Thank you to all who have enjoyed my work so far. You inspire me to keep writing, and I love you very much!

"Go fish out the change that kid dropped in the deep end. I don't want to wash my hair again." Billy was crunching potato chips in the shade as he barked orders at you while you were both supposed to be closing the Hawkins Pool. Typically you ignored him, but it was just the two of you for the end of the shift, the work needed to be done, and you knew he wasn't going to be the one to do it. You rolled your eyes and took the plunge just to get it over with.

"Put the cover on so we can get out of here." He didn't even look at you while he spoke this time. You finally had enough of him telling you what to do, so you stormed over to him.

"Why don't you do it yourself?" Billy's eyes snapped up to meet yours. You held your ground, standing with your hands on your hips, not breaking the stare. "What? Big, strong Billy Hargrove can't put the cover on the pool all on his own?" His blue eyes darkened like the sky before a storm, and he started to take slow, methodical steps toward you.

"What did you say?" He was trying to intimidate you, and you knew it. You weren't going to let him win this game.

"You heard me, Billy," you replied as he continued toward you until he stood right in front of you, your faces just inches apart. He jutted his chin upwards slightly and scoffed.

"No one tells me what to do, princess. Now go cover the damn pool so we can get out of here." The nickname sent a jolt through your stomach and up your chest -- electric butterflies.

"You've been ordering me around all day, and I'm so tired --" Billy put two fingers up against your lips and stopped you mid sentence. What the hell was he doing?

"Open," he demanded, his eye contact unwavering. You felt fire rise to your cheeks as you obeyed without question. He ran the pads of his pointer and middle fingers along the top of your silky, wet tongue back and forth, and slowly pulled them back out again.

"See," he started, tilting your chin up and running his thumb along your lower lip, cleaning up a small spot of escaped saliva, "you do know how to listen." Your mouth snapped closed when you realized what he had just done to you, and your trance was broken.

"That's not fair," you pouted, your brows furrowing as you took a step back. Billy donned his signature smirk and unwrapped a piece of gum, the scents of mint, chlorine, and Paco Rabanne pour homme pulling you back under his spell like a moth to a flame. He turned on his heel and strutted back toward the office, leaving you standing there to process what had just happened.

"Pool cover, princess!" His harsh tone made it obvious that you would still be receiving no help from him despite your attempt at leveling the field. Why did you obey him? Defeated and mortified, you left your desires to swirl around in your mind, reluctantly sauntering over to the cover and rolling out the long mat onto the top of the pool.

PART TWO ❤️‍🔥

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove tease #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x gn reader #fanfic #oc #billy hargrove oc #stranger things fic #technically sfw #billy hargrove blurb

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the-phantom-author · 6 months

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more on the normal 9-5 gf!!! like i imagine the chat loving her so much because she is so down to earth and realest out of all of them

she comes into his stream still in her work clothes looking like a corporate baddie because she promised to appear this day and they are like ‘wow the dedication’

i imagine their dynamtic ‘hasan works hard, but y/n works HARDER’, like he always tells the chat how much of a girlboss she is😎 when their demand for her

she also gets asked a lot of questions about how to deal with stress and so much going on in their lives and the chat is like ‘how do you do it????? and how are you still sane???’ i think that would birth a new segment on his streams where only she talks and gives advice

also a lot of people are very curious about of their relationship works out when both of them are work dogs

Chat would love you!

Even before they find out you and Hasan are dating, they see you as like their cool aunt. Like when you're around things are more lighthearted and fun: they're getting office gossip out of you, while you're also incredibly clueless about slang because you just don't use social media. At the same time you give all kinds of advice; how to apply for jobs once you get out of collage, what kinds of things you can wear in an office and where they can be bought, interview tips, how to apartment hunt, and other things of that nature.

Showing up on stream after you get home and going directly to Hasan stream room. Showing off the fit first and slowly as stream continues you start to get more and more homey, your hair comes down, you shoes are off, you eventually leave to get completely change into something more comfy.

Chat demanding you 🥺. Hasan's always having to go on about how "she's in the middle of an 8 hour work day, she might not feel like being on stream when she gets back, and you all have to respect that.

I imagine him talking about you this way a lot. X (47:20-48:10). Very "She keeps me sane and grounded and in return I keep her sane and grounded."

#hasanabi #hasanabi x reader #hasan x reader #9 5!gf

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oreolesbian · 2 years

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y’all will just brand two characters who hate each other and then end up together as enemies to lovers. but no. there’s layers to this stuff**:

friends to enemies to lovers (i.e., catradora): grew up together, started out close (platonic only for this one, will accept lingering crush/feelings, but never acted upon); had a falling out/tragic “breakup”, eventually worked it out and got into a romantic relationship they never got to have before

friends to lovers to enemies to lovers (i.e. wolfstar): similar to the previous, but they worked their shit out and actually had a relationship before the big “breakup,” which makes the back to lovers after all the enemy stuff all the more satisfying

lovers to enemies (i.e., satosugu; cherik; the doctor x the master): l loved you once, but you turned to the dark side and I can never forgive you despite the lingering sadness of having once trusted you like no other. i am vulnerable because you knew me. 😵‍💫😭 or just bickering bitter exes 🤪

enemies AND lovers (i.e., lawlight): i feel like this is so specific to light and L, but i’m sure there’s more. yeah, they hate each other and they also want to fuck each other. self-explanatory. toxic but in a fun way

enemies to friends to lovers (i.e., eruri; sambucky; violyn; gigolas; lumity): this is the peak of the content. this is what people really want in that enemies to lovers package. that middle ground of friendship where they dance around each other in a nice slowburn, denying romantic feelings whilst still getting used to tolerating one another’s presence bc they used to hate/extremely dislike each other…yeah 😎

**i just used ships i’m very familiar with, plus my own personal headcanons for the non-canon ones, but i’m sure there’s a trillion more examples of all these plus more

#this is my manifesto on the enemies to lovers phenomenon 😅#take as you will #enemies to lovers #fic stuff #random #catradora #wolfstar #satosugu #lawlight #eruri #sambucky #gigolas #violyn #caitvi #lumity

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starsurface · 2 months

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Hii can I request Regressor Liu Kang (MK 11) with Raiden (MK 1) if that's okay I live the idea of bending timeliness and cannon to see different versions of the characters interact ♡☆

Also hope you're doing well with all these requests they're all so fun but remember to take care of yourself

Hi!!! Making Hcs is really fun, but I'll make sure that I take care of myself!!! Promise!! <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden MK1 w/ Regressor Liu Kang MK11 Hcs

🌩 I think they’d be really good friends!! :D

❤️‍🔥 Both boys bond over the pressure of being Champion, and their best friend being super awesome 😎 (and a bit chaotic)

🌩 When Raiden learns of Liu Kang’s regression, they were training and Liu Kang hit the ground a bit too hard and regressed on spot

❤️‍🔥 Raiden was very gentle about it, and got him to the infirmary very quickly

🌩 Liu Kang got a sucker and a pretty bandaid that he showed off to all his new friends (even if he wasn’t that hurt)

❤️‍🔥 Raiden is a bit more of a babysitter (the whole two different universe problem), but adores watching Little Liu Kang and does so regularly

🌩 And Liu Kang also really likes if when Raiden watches him!!

❤️‍🔥 Liu Kang acts like a good rule follower, especially around Lord Raiden and Kitana

🌩 He has to be good!! Kung Lao’s the one that’s a patient tester, and Liu Kang doesn’t want to be sent to timeout

❤️‍🔥 But after a few babysits, he starts acting a bit naughty

🌩 Raiden isn’t his Lord Raiden, so he can’t get him into tooooooo much trouble . . . right?

❤️‍🔥 Right actually!! Raiden will put his foot down on somethings, or catch Liu Kang in the middle of being naughty, but he usually goes with the flow

🌩 It makes Liu Kang really happy because usually he’s gotta follow all these rules and now he gets to be a little carefree

❤️‍🔥 A few stomps and whines before bedtime? Raiden will let him stay up a little bit if he wants!! (Liu Kang will clock out in two minutes anyway, silly baby)

🌩 However, if Liu Kang tries to push his meal off the table, Raiden will set his foot down because Liu Kang will make a mess and Raiden will make him clean it up

❤️‍🔥 Liu Kang also likes that he doesn’t get a timeout for acting ‘naughty’,

🌩 Sometimes Liu Kang runs directly to Raiden, stressed about the outcomes of the tournament and the training he still has to do

❤️‍🔥 Raiden will gently hold him, coeing softly when Liu Kang regresses very tiny

🌩 Luckily Raiden works well with baby regressors, and vent baby regressors

❤️‍🔥 Sometimes Liu kang needs padding with how tiny he regresses, which he is NOT a happy camper about

🌩 However, Raiden uses padding himself, and works with a bunch of other littles that need padding!!

❤️‍🔥 So he tries to reassure Raiden that using padding is ay-okay, and there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed about it

🌩 And, anyone who tries to say otherwise gets a big scolding, and most likely a timeout!! :O

❤️‍🔥 Raiden’s nickname is Rai or Rai Rai

🌩 Dada or Grandpa is reserved for his Lord Raiden . . . although baby Liu Kang has slipped up a few times and called him Dada, but they never really talk about it

❤️‍🔥 Liu Kang’s nicknames are Tough Guy, Little One, Munchkin, Sweetheart, Baby Boy, Little Guy

🌩 One time Raiden called Liu Kang a brat when he was being naughty, and it caused Liu Kang to start bawling

❤️‍🔥 He didn’t mean to be a brat! He was good, he was still good! Raiden didn’t have to call him that, he can still be good

🌩 Raiden gently shushed and apoligized, explaining to the boy that he didn’t mean it meanly, sometimes he calls Kung Lao a brat and he giggles, but if Liu Kang didn’t like it then he wouldn’t call him it

❤️‍🔥 When Liu Kang’s a bit bigger, he really likes play wrestling and running around outside

🌩 Raiden will play with him, rolling around with him and letting Liu Kang put him into a soft headlock

❤️‍🔥 ^ Usually Liu Kang has to be careful while wrestling because sometimes his strength is a bit too much, but Raiden makes sure that he can have fun!!

🌩 What’s better than grass cuddles afterwards!! :D

❤️‍🔥 Lazing in the sun with a cute little baby in his arms, no care of being Champion in the world <3

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

I think these two would be good friends!! I like cross universes, they're fun to do . . . Unless they're difficult, but most times they're fun!! :D

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biteofcherry · 8 months

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Your filthy Ruby Gardens poll gave me a thought. Well, it gave me MANY but this one specific thing stuck out:

If our doms ever took their subs on a group retreat/getaway all together. What would that look like? Would more people be opting for fun nature primal times? Would doms get their subs to scream louder since there’s so much more space for it out in nature? Who learns they have new kinks they never thought they’d develop? 😌

Chi, are you perhaps trying to live vicariously through Ruby Garden subs and play out some primal fantasies of yours? 😏 I wholepussedly support it!

If a group of Doms with their submissive's from Ruby Garden went on a retreat, it would be a balance between being full in the nature and in comforts of actual housing (you're not gonna see Lloyd camping in a tent in the middle of the forest, that's not happening; Nick's also a no about that). So they go to Lloyd's lake house - more of an estate, really. I big house by the lake surrounded by wild nature and no neighbors, so it provides privacy for all the primal adventures, as well gives some bits of luxury, like a huge hottub and comfortable beds.

Since it's Lloyd's estate, you can be sure it's accordingly adjusted to have BDSM fun. The gazebo by the lake is romantic, but also has bolts in various places (to tie/chain your sub) and toys hidden in benches.

Doms organize outdoors activities, too. The "normal" ones, as well exciting plays like a game of hide and seek in the late evening, with submissive's wearing fluorescent bands (for safety and because Doms always want the upper hand, lol). Which is a game that Darling unexpectedly takes a huge like to. She was never big on primal/chase, but she feels excited at the prospect of outsmarting Steve and having him work for it. She's not a fan of running, but hide&seek gives her the opportunity to explore a type of chase without having to run much.

Nick makes Bonbon be the seeker and if she doesn't manage to find him, she won't be coming all weekend. Cherie tries to be sneaky and hide in the lake (close to the bridge, so it's safe). Pumpkin makes the mistake of shuffling beneath one of the cars and Lloyd pulls her from beneath it in a true horror predator movie style - by the ankles, dragging her on the ground away from the house. Birdie tries being clever (and comfortable) by hiding in the house. And Fawn is the one who screams the loudest, because she has two predators chasing her through the dark parts of the woods - making her fantasies really come true.

There would be also cozy fire and tales shared around it, as well a game of poker with submissives naked and servicing their Doms while they play. A show of flogging and whipping in the gazebo, as well a swimming competition between Ari and Steve (Darling waits for Steve on the bridge with a towel and lips ready to kiss, while Cherie lunges at Ari and topples both of them back into the water).

Overall, a fun weekend 😎

#Chi #vonalyn #ruby garden #ruby garden series #ruby garden project

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scholastic-dragon · 1 year

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Guess who's back again for the All 4 1 Prompt Challenge, *pulls down shades* this bitch 😎

Raph x Fem!reader

Game of Chicken

Warnings: pocky, feelings, sneaky and flustered Raph, spelling mistakes,

You almost felt bad for laughing.

Almost.

It was just too good to not tease him.

It was early February and apparently Raph had finally decided to ask his crush out....but he chickened out at the last second.

Mikey was talking about it in the kitchen -to who he thought was Leo's girlfriend- but was actually you.

Since then you'd made almost every joke under the sun about him needing to "grow a pair" and just get the guts to ask this girl out.

Of course, you weren't being serious and all the comments didn't really mean anything, and you would apologize later. But later was later, now was a different story.

"Never thought I'd live to see the day when Mr. Big Man himself would back down from something," You laughed from your spot on the couch. Raph was coming out of the kitchen with a water bottle.

You and Mikey had been watching some new Netflix show, chatting, and snacking.

"It....just wasn't right!" He retorted, taking a long drink of the water. He sent a menacing glare to Mikey who was also on the couch.

"I wonder what other things you've backed down from and just haven't told us," He rolls his eyes at your comment, going to the weight room.

"Hey, Y/n, maybe cut it out with some of the teasing, he's already beating himself up over it," Mikey nudged your arm, throwing a sympathetic look over your shoulder.

You scoffed. "Are you kidding me? This is great! I'll only do a little more then I'll stop," You pat his large arm, then an idea hit you. "Wait, I've got it!"

You hop up off the couch, much to Mikey's protests and dig through the pantry. Getting your snack you go into the weight room.

Raph's sitting on a leather bench, doing arm curls with a ridiculously huge dumbell. He glanced up at you, sighing heavily and looking to the floor.

"You wanna talk about it, big guy?" You open the box of pocky, eating a stick and leaning up against the doorway.

"No." He simply grunts out, still not meeting your eyes.

"Might make you feel better," He says nothing. "Come on, were they really that bad?"

"It had nothing to do with 'em, it was me," He grunts out, wanting to say the bare minimum so you'd leave.

"Do you at least have a good excuse as to why you chickened out?"

His head whips up, voice louder than he wanted. "I ain't no chicken!"

"Wanna prove it?"

Normally when you challenge Raph to something, you see his face harden before he stands up and matches your cocky energy.

But his face was soft, eyes wide, unmoving: it seemed like he stopped breathing.

You pulled out a fresh chocolate pocky stick, walking in front of him. "Ever played pocky?"

He swallowed hard, simply shaking his head.

"It's simple," You straddle the bench, facing his side with your feet on either side of the bench.

He sets the weight down on the ground and swings his leg over, mimicking you, still not meeting your eyes.

"We each put an end of the pocky stick in our mouths, and we ate the stick until we get to the middle." You smirk meeting his eyes. "First person to pull away loses. You in?"

He nodded again, elbows on his knees, leaning forward.

You put the end of the pocky stick in your mouth, leaning forward, he hesitated for a moment before wrapping his lips around the chocolate treat.

"I'll go first," You take a small bite, not breaking eye contact with him.

You both go back and forth for a minute, taking small nibbles of the treat. You'd never been this close to his face, as you waited for him to take his turn, you studied him.

He had large plump lips, a scar going across his chin, and large expressive eyes. You noticed all the different shades of green that made up his scales, and the old worn nature of his mask.

He cleared his throat, nudging your knee with his. "Yer turn," He mumbled.

It was then you realized how close you really were, you had scooted closer, his knees on the outside of yours, hands leaning against the leather so you could get closer.

Hell, you were practically in his lap.

Why had you done this again? You wanted to see if he would chicken out like before, but what if he didn't? You couldn't kiss him, he liked someone else!

But your dignity was now on the line as well, you couldn't just give up! Damn you, pocky!

You took another small bite, barely moving. You were seriously regretting this now, you should have listened to Mike-

Raphs large hands cupped your face, holding you close as your lips touched. For a moment it felt nice, he was soft and warm, and- WAIT, no this wasn't supposed to happen!

You pulled away, covering you mouth. "Why...?" You swallowed all the pocky, staring at him with large eyes. He ate his as well, thanking his maker he couldn't blush.

"Did I go too far?" He looked very sheepish, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought the game either ended when ya kiss or someone pulls away,"

"No, that's how you play, I just...." You drop your hand. "Why did you kiss me? You have a crush, it's not fair to them!"

Raph raised a brow ridge. "You really are dense sometimes," He shook his head, running a hand down his face.

"What? No, you don't like me," You dismissed, feeling your neck flush. "Mikey wouldn't have told me earlier if it was me,"

"Mikey didn't want to tell ya," His voice went soft, shoulders hunched. "He thought he was talkin' to Leo's girl, you weren't meant to know,"

"Wait, but when were you going to tell me?"

"A few days ago when we went to that basketball court at midnight," He looked down, rubbing his palms together.

Your face flushed as red as his mask, reaching out to touch his knee, making him look up at you.

"You really like me?"

"Yeah, I really do, you drive me crazy," He cleared his throat. "It's alright if you don't feel the same-"

You launched forward, throwing your arms around his neck, lifting yourself up onto the seat and on his spread thighs, burying your face into his neck.

"I like you too!" He sighed, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you snug against his chest.

Opening his eyes and looking over your shoulder, Raph gave a thumbs up to Mikey who was in the doorway.

Mikey smirked, eating his own box of strawberry pocky, walking away to go tell the others.

Raphs plan worked like a charm.

tags: @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @happymoonangel @post-apocalyptic-daydream @sharpwindow @dilucsflame33 @strawberrycakeblog @mysticboombox @tmnt-tychou @sketch-and-write-lover

#tmnt #tmnt bayverse #tmnt all 4 1 #tmnt all 4 1 challenge fic #tmnt all 4 1 challenge #not my challenge #tmnt raph #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph x reader #tmnt raphael x reader #it is my works

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monstrousproductions · 6 months

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Audio Drama Sunday - 12/11/23

Happy Audio Drama Sunday, friends! To get my brain in gear for Travelling Light, I've been venturing into a bit more sci-fi than I usually listen to and did you know? There's some real good spaceship podcasts out there?? 🚀✨

First up, I've been blasting through @vestaclinicpod and having a (space) whale of a time. Every character is now my child, and I would die for them. I love how the medical angle helps keep the stories grounded, and gives a really fun angle of entry for exploring the world!

Someone on the MP Discord server recommended StarTripper!! for people excited about Travelling Light and I'm thrilled they did. It's SO much fun, with really tight eps that go down super easy. Reminds me watching classic scifi with my dog after school. You know, like a cool kid 😎

Less silly but just as immersive has been The Strange Case of Starship Iris. I was hooked from the first episode - literally stopped in the middle of the washing up to listen better. The acting is class and they manage to make the action scenes fun and compelling - no mean feat in audio!

All that said, there have been a few old favourites playing in Monstrous HQ this week too. I'm loving the start of the latest (and last!) season of @the-mistholme-museum. Sweet Audio Tour Guide and their totally-not-a-crush 🥰 Can't wait to see where it goes from here!

Finally, God knows I post enough about @thesiltverses that at this point there is a weird little crab where my heart should be. But its just real good OK. It's real fuckin good. And as their VA, I've decided Sibling Rane's first name is, in fact, Perple. You're welcome.

What have you all been listening to? Apart from Travelling Light, of course 😌 I mean, if you want to tell me all about how much you love TL, do feel free… 😉 But I'd also love to hear any sci-fi, fantasy or science-fantasy recs you've got! ✨🧑‍🚀

#podcast recommendations #the vesta clinic #startripper!!#the strange case of starship iris #the mistholme museum of mystery morbidity and mortality #the silt verses #travelling light #audio fiction sunday #audio fiction #audio drama #podcasts

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vikingstoner69 · 1 year

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Hiii I am here from AO4 😎

Can you do a fic for Eric Northman or Godric cus I have an obsession, just watched the show and went straight to tumblr and ao4…

(Maybe newly turned reader, new to the whole vampire thing 😌)

Fandom: True Blood

Pairing: Godric/Reader

Auther note: OMG i'm so very sorry this took so very long to do this. I really hipe this is what you were wanting I gave it my very best shot.

You rush into the house not paying the other vampires and humans any mind you were here for only one reason, Godric. You pass Eric and he gives you a grin as you pass him. You open the door and find Godric in the middle of the room shirtless, his hair damp from his shower. Without a second thought you rush to him and wrap your arms around his neck and cling to him, his arms holding you tightly.

"I was so worried! I thought I lost you! Please don't ever scare me like that. I love you way too much to lose you!" You sob and you tense when you realize what you just said. Godric pulls back and gives you a soft smile before he strokes your face. You feel your heartbeat pick at his soft touch.

"Even after everything I have done?" He asks softly, you smile and look up at him.

"Godric, I have been with you for 800 years. I was there for quite a bit and lets not forget the things I have done Godric" you say honestly Godric sighs and shakes his head softly. He softly traces the stone around your neck, his hand traces up your throat and into your hair and he pulls your face closer to his.

"Would you walk the night with me? Forever?" He asks softly, you feel your stomach flip and you feel a heat spread throughout your body.

"Yes godric" you whisper, Godric kisses you softly at first. You moan softly as he deepened the kiss. You kiss him back just as deeply, your hands tangle in his hair and he groans, making you shiver. His lips travel to your neck making you moan. Godric pulls away from you and deeply in your eyes.

"I have only turned two people in 2,000 years on this earth but I will turn you if that is what you wish" he says, you look in his eyes deeply his hold on you firm against him. You stroked his face softly, your fingers stroked his body lip before you lean up your lips ghosting his.

"I'm yours Godric and always" you say softly kissing him deeply his fingers going into your hair.

"Eric has everything ready, come the sun will be up soon" he says grabbing your hand and you smile following him out of his room and out back under a weeping willow tree. Eric stood beside the deep grave that had a bit of soft bedding. Godric gets in and then helps you down. You bite your lip as you take a seat on the soft blanket.

"I'm a little nervous" you say softly and godric smile as he takes his spot next to you.

"It will be alright, I promise" he says softly as he moves you to lay down so he is now hovering over you. You look up at him and give him a smile as his fangs come down with a (click) you reach up and stroke his face lightly before you breed your throat to him.

"I'm ready" you Whisper, you gasp and moan softly as his fangs sink into your neck and he drinks from you deeply. The more he drank the weaker you felt and you knew you would pass out soon. Your body goes limp and he pulls back and cuts his neck open then his hand slips behind your head and he pulls you to his neck. You suck deeply at the wound on his neck drinking down his blood with a moan as your body gets heavy.

"Rest little one" he says softly laying down behind you as he wraps his arms around you.

"Sweet dreams" you barely hear as you go unconscious as Eric buries you both before going to ground himself.

You feel panic as you open your eyes and see nothing but blackness and you start digging your way out of the grave and finally your head breaks free and you blink away the dirt. You felt your head throb as all types of smells hit you full force and finally you opened your eyes. You look around and gasp as you look around you, everything was so clear.

“How do you feel?” you hear his smooth voice from behind you and you look over at him. Godric stood a few feet away from you still dirty from the ground.

“I feel amazing!” you smile and rush into him kocking him back a bit and his hands grap your waist to stedy you.

“Careful love” he chuckles, his eyes never leaving your smiling face. You were so happy and felt so free.

“Ops, sorry.” you laugh, your body felt so alive like a live wire. Your fangs drop and you reach up and touch them softly your finger poked the end and you moan at the taste of your blood and your fangs ache.

“Come, let's get cleaned up and then you shall feed '' Godric says and you felt a strong urge to bite him. You shake the feeling away and follow godric and you blink at the brightness of the lights in the house and finally into the bathroom.

“Why do I feel like this?” you ask softly, your body felt like it was on fire and you reach out for Godirc and he stopped gathering the things you would need for your shower. You bring your body closer to his and you moan as his scent fills your nose. Odd he never had a sent before. His hand gose to your hip and the other to your check.

“Your body is adjusting, everything is more heightened now, you will get control of it soon" he smiles softly and you bite your lip. His touch was scorching your skin and you wanted to feel more of it. You run your hand up his arm up to his shoulder and get as close to him as you can. You look into his eyes seeing so many more colors than you could before. You lean up and kiss him and he kisses you back and you moan.

"Please" you moan, you were not sure what you were asking for but you needed something and you just knew Godric would be able to give you what you need. Godric’s hand strokes your face before he kisses you deeply and you moan, clinging to him. You whine as your fangs drop and they ache and you felt the strong urge to bite him.

“Go ahead, bite me” he say’s huskily, you get closer to his neck and kiss his throat softly before you sink your fangs into his neck, his blood filling your mouth and he groans as you drink deeply his hands roam your body. You grind your hips into his feeling a whole different type of ache.

"Fuck me Godric, an this time don't be gentle" you say in his ear before you bite the lob and he snarls and throws you against the wall his body molding to yours as you both rip each other's clothes off lost in this animalistic lust.

Godric picks you up, making you wrap your legs around him, his hold bruising tight and you want more. You kiss him deeply and moan as his bed sheets hit your back and your hips cradled his hips. Godric's lips trail down to your neck and he sucks a mark into your skin, his lips travel down your body. His eyes lock with yours as he sinks his fangs into your groin and you cry out your hands tug at his hair. Your hips thrust up when he rubs your clit roughly fucking you with his fingers.

"You're drenched for me" he says before sucking your clit into his mouth. You cry out your body felt like a live wire and he was burning you up with each touch.

"Godric please!" You cry out grinding down on his face as you feel so close to cumming and you whine when he pulls back kissing and biting up your body.

"Patience little one, I will give you what you need soon" he grins down at you, his eyes blown with lust. You lean up and kiss him deeply, nipping his lip drawing blood. He growls and slowly enters you and you both moan.

"Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out at the overwhelming pleasure he was giving you. Godric groans and starts a fast hard pass making the bed slam into the wall, your nails leaving blood masks down his back and he kisses you deeply.

"Mine" he growls pounding into you at inhumane speeds. The sudden drop to the floor does not stop either of you as you both get closer to the edge.

"I'm so close! Oh fuck Godric!" You cry out your fangs ache as you reach your peak and cum hard your fangs sink into his skin and you moan as his blood fills your mouth. You cry out your fangs leaving his neck as he sinks his into your neck as he fills you full of his cum. Godric pants as you both slowly come down from the high.

"Are you alright little one?" He asks, you open your eyes and smile up at him before leaning up and kissing him slowly and deep.

"I'm great Godric" you smile and he grins before he strokes your face and lays on his back. You roll over and lay your head on his chest and enjoy his touch.

"Things will change now" he says softly and you look up at him, his eyes having a far off look.

"Yes, but I think its for the better" you smile and he grins down at you.

"Yes, for the better"

#smut #requests are still open btw #reader #please request #reader smut #request #requests #true blood reader smut #godric true blood smut #true blood smut #true blood #godric/reader #Godric smut #vikingsarmy

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carrinth-nsr · 10 months

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Okay as much as I love the idea of each of the 1010 boys being sentient and having seperate personalities, it does raise a question.

Have any of them ever had an existential crisis about the fact that they can be replaced? Like, if one of them gets destroyed the flying factory can just pop out a complete copy?

Like, the flying factory just pops out another 1010 bot right IN FRONT OF THEM during the battle with BBj, and they have no reaction to it, so they have to have been aware at least some time PRIOR to the fight.

Do they EVER think about this????

Like do they ever have some kind of existential monologue?

https://youtu.be/MUUJIRes_yo

LOL I will be the first to admit that I'm totally guilty of over-indulging in fanon 1010. I too really like the idea of robots gaining ✨emotions and feelings✨ and questioning their value and self-worth! The drama~! The angst~! Are they merely tools to be so easily discarded and replaced or something moar?? 👀 It's such good stuff that it's actually the core story idea behind another comic I'm working on! (ppl might have seen my wips of "Repair Work"?)

But fan self-indulgence aside, in canon, 1010 actually seem very... nonchalant about being destroyed...? I mean, this was their idiotic (affectionate) reaction to being Shakalaka-Bammed by B2J:

Poor Neon J seems like the only one concerned. (Aww, he's shielding them, so sweet 🤗) It's almost like 1010 can't even *comprehend* the concept of death. Are they simply not that sentient? Or do they not worry because they can be easily rebuilt by the factory? Perhaps their robot bodies are merely wireless avatars they operate remotely while 1010's actual central processing server (aka consciousness) is stored somewhere safe like Barraca Mansion.

It would explain how quickly they fall back in sync even after being destroyed and how callously Neon J blows up their bodies during his Phase 3 fight. Because the body is just a shell and their actual processor is somewhere else? But that's just my fan theory.

I mean, at the end of day, 1010 is obviously a play on the whole 'idol churning machine' and the 'inherent fakeness and artificialness of performers' etc... etc...

And let's be honest: At face value, they don't seem as emotionally complex as us fans make them out to be.

SO IS IT ALL IN OUR HEADS? DO IDOL-ROBO-BOYBAND NOT FEEL???

Well. Hmm. They do seem rather *ahem* robotic when they fought against B2J and showed no indication they had individual personalities.

....Except for one last image in the end credits:

If (unfeeling machine) then why { 1010.action = read fan mail + get excited; subroutine(1010_green.getMail == 0) run (1010_green.action = sad;) }

I guess if we're to take a more nuanced middle-ground, 1010 probably doesn't suffer from as much emotional distress as we love to portray in fanfic (BUT THAT'S WHAT MAKES IT INTERESTING DAMMIT) however, they do show some degree of sentience and differing personality based on that End Credit image. 😎

#carrinth rambles about fictional robot boyband and had a point to make somewhere but idk #replies

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winxanity-ii · 8 months

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𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐈𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥.

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🇵‌🇴‌🇻‌: 2nd person; You/Your

🇩‌🇪‌🇸‌🇨‌🇷‌🇮‌🇵‌🇹‌🇮‌🇴‌🇳‌: in which, you realize these people weren't joking and you're really in this shit.

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🇦‌/🇳‌‌: Yes, I lied 😊 enjoy another update...go to 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐍𝐨. ʲʲᵏ if you want to understand this; also Y/n's (your) power/ability description will be at the very bottom.

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Standing outside Principal Yaga's door, you're a bundle of nerves. Your heart pounds as if it's trying to break free from your chest. Thoughts swarm through your mind, each more paranoia-inducing than the last. Do these people actually want me dead? Is this all some twisted initiation test?

You look down at the message sent from Gojo at the ass-crack of dawn, complete with emojis that are so ridiculously out of place for the situation.

Gojo: Head to Yaga's office for a brief. Have fun on your mission 😎🤟

Eyes darting from your screen to the imposing door before you, your hand wavers in the air, frozen between you and the knock you're too hesitant to make. That's when you see him—a familiar head of spiky black hair sauntering down the hallway.

Caught off guard, you blurt out, "F-Fushiguro-kun!" Your voice cracks awkwardly, and you instantly regret calling out.

He halts his stride, tilting his head to lock eyes with you from the corner of his gaze. "Hmm?"

Standing close enough now for you to see the nuances in his expression, Megumi looks down at you in a bored gaze.

Mustering up enough courage, you stutter, "A-Are you here for the mission as well?"

"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't," he says, raising an eyebrow at your obvious nervousness.

You let out a shaky, forced laugh. "Right," you manage to say, but inside you're seething. This prick. Here I am, trying to make small talk to lighten the mood, and he's all ice. Never again.

"So, how long do you plan on standing there?" His voice is tinged with impatience.

"R-Right," you mumble, snapping out of your internal tirade. Who the hell does he think he is? Could've knocked himself if he's so damn impatient.

Before either of you can make a move, the door creeks open. It's one of Principal Yaga's creepy cursed stuffed animals ushering you in.

"Come in," comes the Principal's distant call.

Your eyes practically turn into black holes, a single bead of sweat tracing a line down the side of your face. Your whole body trembles ever so slightly, like a leaf caught in a sudden gust of wind.

Taking a deep breath that does little to calm your racing heart, you step inside. As you do, a strange sense of foreboding fills you. You're plunging into unknown territory, and your life is about to get wildly more complicated.

At least you're not alone in this descent into madness—or whatever this mission will bring. A brief exchange of glances with Megumi, his eyes unreadable yet maybe, just maybe, offering a crumb of reassurance, confirms it.

Whatever awaits, you're jumping in headfirst, but you're not doing it solo.

So bring on the mission. You're as ready as you'll ever be.

☆

You're a comedian.

'You're as ready as you'll ever be', yeah fucking right.

The thought plays on a loop as you find yourself standing in the middle of a dimly lit alleyway. It's a mess of shadows and uncertain contours, barely illuminated by the sporadic light from distant street lamps. A light drizzle paints the ground wet, the droplets collecting on your clothes, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

Is it just the cold causing your shaking? No, it's fear too—fear and the weight of what you've been tasked to do. Your mind plays back the briefing with Principal Yaga.

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Your fingers dig into the fabric of your skirt as you sit awkwardly in Principal Yaga's office. Megumi is next to you, an unreadable expression on his face. The room itself is an unnerving mix of academic and arcane, a jigsaw puzzle of cursed trinkets and scholarly accolades. You let your eyes wander, your nervous energy seeking an outlet, any outlet.

Your gaze flits over an odd-looking jar filled with what seems to be teeth—human? Animal? You're not sure you want to know—and just when you think you can't feel any more unnerved, your eyes lock with Megumi's. You instantly look away, feeling as if you've committed some sort of unspeakable crime.

Clearing his throat, Principal Yaga starts to brief you. "There have been recent disturbances in a particular neighborhood. Local residents have reported an abnormal increase in stray cats in the area."

Stray cats? Okay, not terrifying yet.

"However," Yaga continues, "discovered remains of these animals and other smaller curses indicate that something much larger is at work here."

The screen behind Yaga shifts to display some photos—dead cats, each twisted unnaturally, their eyes void of any life. Your stomach turns; the fear you've been trying to hold at bay washes over you like a tidal wave.

"To be blunt, you're here to gain field experience," Yaga continues, completely unfazed by the horrifying imagery behind him. "Fushiguro is here to make sure you don't bite off more than you can chew."

There it is—the reassurance. Not warm, not comforting, but it's there. The weight of your mission settles on you like a hundred-pound armor, but at least you're not going into this battle unarmed.

Your thoughts are interrupted as something furry brushes against your legs. You glance down to see one of Megumi's shadow dogs nuzzling your calf. At that moment, Megumi's voice slices through the air, yanking you back to the here and now.

"Stay focused. This is no time for daydreams."

His words are stern, leaving no room for interpretation. Inside, you're tempted to snap back. No time for daydreams? Okay, Captain Obvious. I'm new at this, not stupid. But you swallow the retort, mentally shaking yourself back into reality.

"Right," you say, squaring your shoulders and jamming your hands into your pockets in a futile attempt to combat the cold. "So, what's the plan?"

As Megumi starts outlining the strategy, his words intermingle with the occasional soft barks and growls from his summoned canines. You nod along, absorbing the details while a part of you vibrates with nerves. You're in a maze of unknowns—unknown dangers, unknown experiences, and worst of all, unknown powers within yourself.

But for all the dread pooling in your gut, there's a flicker of something else: anticipation, excitement, maybe even a smidgen of hope. Because if the thought of what lies ahead is overwhelming, the thought of conquering it is electrifying.

As the two of you navigate through a labyrinth of alleys, shadows stretch along the cracked asphalt. A sudden burst of cold air sweeps over you, making you stop in your tracks.

"I...I don't know how to explain it, Megumi, but it's like... footprints. I can see glowing footprints leading that way," you gesture toward the far corner of the alley.

Megumi's eyes sharpen. "Try following them."

The glowing footprints guide both of you to the entrance of a dilapidated building. Its broken windows and rotted wood give off an air of abandonment, the perfect hideout for things that live in the darkness. As you take a step inside, your senses immediately go into overdrive. The air grows denser, and fouler, and your skin crawls with a sense of impending doom.

And then it appears—a grotesque figure lunges at you from the depths of the shadows. The curse is a horrifying mixture of a cat and something skeletal, towering above you with elongated limbs covered in feathers. Its eyes, two glowing orbs of malice, lock onto yours for what feels like an eternity in a split second.

But before you can fully understand the horror before you, a serpent of shadows, summoned by Megumi, lashes out, violently tearing the creature away from your line of sight. Instead of being killed, the curse lets out a blood-curdling screech and scampers away, disappearing into a worn-down building just beyond your line of sight.

"Never make eye contact with a curse. Got it?" Megumi's voice is flat, devoid of any nuance. It's not a question but a directive.

Your heart pounds like a drum in a marching band, its rhythm erratic but loud. You nod, managing to stammer out a "Got it," your voice shaking in fear.

"We'll have to follow it; it's clearly a lot more agile than we anticipated." Megumi turns away, dissipating his summoned canines before making a sweeping gesture with his arm. "Lead the way."

You glance in the direction the curse fled, your stomach knotting at the thought of facing that monstrosity again.

So badly does the phrase "Get someone else to do it," wants to leave your lips, but you know you can't afford to back down. Not when you're just beginning to touch the tip of the iceberg that is your latent power.

And so, with a deep breath to steady yourself, you follow Megumi into the building.

Eager to break the tension, you clear your throat. "So, how did you get involved with all this?"

"I was born into it," he replies, not taking his eyes off the dark alley ahead.

"Yeah, gotcha." An awkward laugh leaves your lips. "So, um, do you like working solo better?"

He spares you a half-glance, eyes returning to the path ahead as he mutters, "It depends."

"Any particular curse that you remember giving you a hard time?"

"A few," he states, his words as sparing as ever, making you feel like you're pulling teeth.

Another round of awkward chuckles spills out of you. "Yeah, right, make sense." And just like that, the silence reclaims its territory. The atmosphere tenses up again, thick enough to cut through.

As the footprints guide you deeper into the worn-out structure, a nauseating odor grows stronger, mixing with the damp, musty air. You turn a corner and there it is—your stomach churns at the sight. The curse is crouched over a grotesque mound of cat corpses, its elongated, skeletal fingers tearing flesh from bone. Wet crunching and slurping sounds fill the air as it feasts.

Its eyes are the worst part: orbs of fire set deep into a skull covered with tattered feathers. Its mouth is smeared with fresh blood, stretching into a wide hole as it plunges its head into its meal, clearly relishing the gore.

Your gaze flickers to Megumi, searching for some sort of reaction. His face remains blank, unfazed by the horror. In that instant, he raises his hand, summoning a serpent made of shadows. The serpent lunges, poised to strike—but the sudden surge of spiritual energy alerts the creature.

With a shriek that threatens to split your eardrums, the curse leaves its bloody banquet and vanishes. You feel the hair on your neck stand up. Where did it go? Your senses flare up, heightened by the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

"Megumi, above you!" Your voice is strangled, barely more than a panicked gasp as you point toward the ceiling. Your technique had pinpointed the monstrosity hanging upside-down like some kind of demonic bat, poised to pounce.

Megumi's reaction is almost inhumanly fast, guided by honed instincts and precise control over his cursed techniques. Even before your warning fully leaves your lips, he's already moved. His shadow serpent, still active, veers skyward, morphing mid-air into a form more suitable for aerial combat—a hawk made of pure shadow and imbued with cursed energy.

The shadow hawk screeches, swooping up towards the demonic creature with talons outstretched, aiming to eviscerate. But the curse is fast, too. With another bone-chilling shriek, it releases a spew of cursed energy aimed directly at Megumi's shadowy familiar. The energies collide in a flash of dark sparks, momentarily illuminating the gruesome scene around you.

"Damn it," Megumi mutters under his breath. He claps his hands together in a quick incantation. "Divine Dog, White."

Materializing from the shadows, another creature bursts forth—a spectral hound with fur as white as snow. It leaps into the air, lunging toward the hanging creature, fangs bared and ready to tear into cursed flesh.

The curse, momentarily distracted by the failed hawk attack, doesn't see the Divine Dog until it's too late. The spectral hound's teeth sink into its wretched form, tearing through it like butter through cursed energy and malevolent intent. With a final, agonized screech, the curse disintegrates into a shower of dark particles that dissipate into the air.

Megumi lowers his hand, and the Divine Dog vanishes back into the shadows. He turns toward you, his eyes meeting yours for just a moment before he looks away.

"Let's go. We need to get back," he says, the words tinged with the barest hint of relief, as though he's glad you're okay but won't actually say it.

Your own heart is still pounding, adrenaline making your hands shake, but for a different reason now. That was way too close. But you're not just a spectator in all of this. You've contributed, held your own, even if it's just for a moment.

☆

The train cart is empty except for the two of you. Megumi's eyes are focused on his phone, fingers gliding smoothly across the screen. You sit there, replaying the mission in your head. There was a lot to process, not least of which was your newfound ability. Those glowing footprints you could see—what was that?

As you ponder, a whisper of a word floats into your consciousness, like a fleeting thought tucked away in the back of your mind.

...Timebound Steps: Historical Trace...**

A smile slowly creeps onto your face. You had done it; you'd discovered something within yourself.

This was a good day, an exceptional day in your life as a fledgling Jujutsu sorcerer. You're no longer a mere spectator on the sidelines, watching in fear and horror as others act and forge their destinies in the moment.

Today, you stepped onto the field.

Today, you became a player in this world of curses and magic, where life and death dance in a twisted ballet.

And now, you can't help but think, if you can do this—unlock a new power out of the blue—what else are you capable of?

What other layers are there to peel back?

What other powers are locked away, waiting for the right moment, the right feeling, to burst forth?

You imagine the possibilities, a future filled with more discoveries, more adventure, more challenges to overcome, and suddenly, the world feels a bit smaller, a bit more manageable. You're not just drifting through it; you're becoming a part of its very fabric. And for the first time in a long while, that thought doesn't terrify you—it exhilarates you.

But then, out of nowhere, a wave of drowsiness hits you, as if your body and soul have collectively decided that they've had enough excitement for one day. A small yawn escapes your lips, almost involuntarily. Your eyes grow heavy, and despite your best efforts to stay alert, you can't fight off the pull of sleep any longer.

As the train jostles along the tracks, your head tips to the side, finally coming to rest against Megumi's shoulder.

For a second, he tenses, a sharp intake of breath breaking his stoic expression. His phone nearly slips from his hand, but he catches it just in time. Then, slowly, as if letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding, he relaxes. His eyes slide away from the phone screen to your face—your relaxed, sleeping face. And he can't help but think about how determined you looked back there, when you were tracking those mysterious footprints.

Megumi's eyes linger on you, a softer expression easing the usual severity of his features.

As much as he hates to admit it, he's impressed. You've shown him a glimpse of your potential today. More than that, you've given him something else to think about, something that nudges at the edges of his mind but doesn't quite settle into a coherent thought yet. Maybe it's hope. Maybe it's pride. Maybe it's something more personal that he doesn't even want to explore right now.

For now, it's enough. The two of you in this train cart, your head on his shoulder, and the whisper of untapped power hanging in the air like an unspoken promise. It's enough.

oh, wow, thank you all for the support! i hope you enjoy my writings as much as i do writing them...

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...Timebound Steps: Historical Trace...**

Let her see footprints/traces from up to 30 days in the past. Can focus on specific individuals' footsteps/curse traces... Drawbacks: Using this ability for an extended period drains her energy...

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froggymarsh · 5 months

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hi!! can i ask for #27 with empires joel or maybe life series bad boys, whichever u think fits the song better? :D

love this song :D it's in french so i'm going entirely off of vibes 😎👍

Joel always feels the smallest when he's walking next to Lizzie.

She towers above him- all blue scales and flowing pink hair like a waterfall down her back. Her tail swishes lightly behind them, almost inseparable to the trailing fabric of her dress. A webbed hand holds his as if he's something precious, and Joel can't help but feel so small.

He's been working on it with Jimmy. Being small around Jimmy is as easy as breathing, but being small around Lizzie is hard! What if she thinks he's weird? Or that he's weak and can't handle himself? Or what if she sees him have an accident?

He squeezes her hand and tries not to think about it. To his surprise, she squeezes back.

He tilts his head up. A cloud halos her head, glowing a lovely pink in the fading light of sunset. She smiles, and Joel's breath escapes him.

She's beautiful.

"Hi," he whispers.

She laughs, light and beautiful, like the kind of bell that would give an angel its wings. "Hello, Joel."

He's feeling brave. "Can I paint you?"

"Paint me?" Lizzie repeats as they step carefully into the Mezalean Matral Palace, nodding to terracotta guards and making their way up to where she knows Joel's bedroom is. "You can, Joel, but right now it's bedtime."

"Please?" he asks, a breath of a thing. He nearly trips over his own feet, eyes locked on Lizzie's. She catches him, looking down again, and he gives her his best puppy-dog eyes, "jus' fast before bed?"

Lizzie smiles, then sighs and reaches over to ruffle his hair.

"Fine. Just fast before bed."

He beams, grasping her hand in both of his and practically drags her all the way up to his room.

Once there, he releases her hand, ducks through the curtains that make up the door, and bounds across the room to the dresser that holds all of his chalk. He pulls it open, yanking a bit when it catches in the middle, and digs through it, pulling out all the blues and pinks that he can find and dumping them onto the floor.

"Oh, careful," Lizzie calls, "don't break all your chalk!"

"I won't!" he shouts back.

Once he's got all of them out, he turns, makes the front of his shirt a pouch, and scoops all of the chalk into it. Then he walks along the wall and finds a place that hasn't been drawn on- a spot in the middle of a small field of sunflowers. He thinks he was saving this spot for something else, but he doesn't remember anymore. It was probably supposed to be him and Lizzie.

He kneels down and dumps all his chalk on the floor again, whipping his head around to see where Lizzie is. She's laying pajamas out on the bed.

"'izzie!" he calls.

She looks up. He pats the spot on the floor next to him. She laughs and makes her way over, a towel draped over her arm.

"Sit sit sit," he says, patting the ground again. She crouches, and instead of sitting like he wants, she removes the crown from his head and fluffs out his hair. "Hey!"

"Just a minute, pumpkin," Lizzie leans down, kissing the top of his head, "I'm going to get everything ready for bedtime, and then I'll come sit, okay?"

Joel pouts.

"I promise," she shifts the crown into her other hand and extends a pinky. "Pinky promise."

He pouts more, but reluctantly wraps his pinky around hers and shakes it once.

She kisses his cheek. "I'll be right back."

He squirms away, giggling, and turns to the wall as she walks away. Before she can disappear, he gets a blue off the floor and starts with an outline.

He's drawn Lizzie a hundred million times before- usually in paintings of the ocean, or in her office, or high up in a tower, or flying through the air on a trident. Many of the drawings are hanging on his walls, in fact, or scribbled in the margins of his notebooks, doodled on the backs of napkins or on blank pages of old books, always careful, always detailed, never as breathtakingly beautiful as the real thing.

Joel grips the piece of chalk tight and vows to make this the best drawing he's ever done.

The chalk scrapes gently against the wall as he works. A bathtub fills in the other room. The wind chimes on his balcony sing, rocked by a gentle breeze. He adds himself next to her- sticks his tongue out between his teeth in concentration- squints at the wall, completely absorbed in his task.

He looks up at the swishing of skirts, and finds Lizzie carefully tracing her fingers along the shapes of sunflowers as she approaches.

"'izzie," he whispers.

Lizzie looks up. Her smile makes her eyes crinkle.

He pats the floor in front of his drawing, and she comes over, obediently kneeling down in front of it. He sits in her lap, pieces of chalk in both hands.

She wraps her arms around him, content.

Then, she gasps. "Is that us?"

Joel nods, trying to scoot forward while still staying on Lizzie's lap. She lifts him and shifts closer to help him reach.

"What are we doing?" Lizzie asks, the gentle tone of her voice warm and safe and wonderful.

"Dancing," Joel answers, finishing the brown on either side of the green stripe in his hair. Then he whispers, "do you like it?"

"I love it," Lizzie whispers back, "you're doing amazing."

And there they sit for an hour or so, listening to the quiet scraping of chalk on the walls and Lizzie's gentle questions. When Joel is properly covered in colorful streaks of chalk dust, his head drooping, Lizzie carefully removes the chalk from his hands and scoops him into her arms, kissing his forehead on the way to the bathtub.

He protests, but quickly settles in the warmth of the water, the flush of his face hidden by mountains of bubbles. After a bath, Lizzie carefully dries him off with a towel, helps him into brightly patterned pajamas, then tucks him into bed with another kiss to the forehead.

She slips across the room to gather up piles of chalk when he calls out to her.

"'izzie?"

She looks up, straightening her posture to meet his eyes, "yes?"

"You're nod'eaving?"

"Not yet, pumpkin," Lizzie answers, returning to her task, picking up three more bits of chalk, "I'm going to clean up first."

"Can you stay, p'ease?"

She pauses. Looks up again.

"For how long?"

"All night," he whispers, pleading, "p'ease?"

She smiles, "of course."

He beams, shifting to one side of the bed to make room.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up first, okay? I'll be there in just a little bit, love."

He nods, fast, and Lizzie returns yet again to her task.

She finishes quickly. Calls for a maid to retrieve one of her spare nightgowns, sings a lullaby to Joel while she waits. When it's brought she changes quickly and climbs into bed next to him, the curl of her tail reaching all the way around him, the tip of it pressing lightly on his back for only a moment.

He's barely awake now. She leans forward, kissing his forehead yet again. This time he doesn't open his eyes, letting out a gentle sigh.

"Love you, 'izzie," he murmurs.

She smiles, "love you too, Joel."

The morning brings embarrassment. She'd expect nothing less- he's always embarrassed after regressing.

He apologizes. She tells him he's cute. He blushes a lot, insisting he isn't cute, that he's never been cute, but Lizzie boops his nose and his words dissolve into meaningless fluff, and he buries his face in his hands and lets himself be scooped into a hug, pressed against her chest.

She can feel his heartbeat. She tucks him under her chin and hums.

They have to get up eventually. Lizzie has to go run a kingdom.

Before she does, Joel spots the drawings on the wall.

"What's this mess?" he asks, but the flush on his face suggests he remembers what happened, knows exactly what it was. Lizzie smiles.

"It's us," Lizzie answers, "we're dancing."

Joel smiles, his eyes full of nothing but fondness as he looks up at her. "So we are."

#joel tag #lizzie tag #empires agere #froggy drabbles #THINKS ABOUT THEM. WAAAUGH.#the themb. the belobeds.#started joel pov and ended lizzie pov i'm doin great /lh #might edit this and put it on ao3 later. thinks.

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