#this ones a bit more ‘rock’ but I needed this energy while I was gardening for 10 HOURS today aaaa

[artificial-transmutations]

Two sides of the same coin - Freedom of the road

It was a really lovely day in May. Joe almost didn't mind waiting for his colleague in the warm sunshine of the parking lot with birds singing and flowers blooming in fields of green grass in the nearby park. The only trouble was, that he would have preferred spending his Sunday another way, perhaps walking a bit in the park or sitting in his garden. Instead, it was the culmination of a most stressful week at the accounting company Joe worked at. There were several large statements due for Monday, and Joe and his colleague Terry didn't see any other way of getting it done but working an extra shift on Sunday.

Finally, Terry arrived in his small car.

"Sorry", he said. "Traffic was really bad. The moment the sun comes out, all the streets are full of bikers."

The way Terry said that left no doubt on what his thoughts about the aforementioned group of traffic participants was.

Terry was a short man with some extra pounds while Joe was long and thin. Both wore glasses and looked like the stereotypical accounts they were.

"No worries, we have the whole day", Joe said sarcastically and sighed. "Let's get started."

Joe and Terry entered the office building and made their way to the elevator. As Joe was about to exit the elevator behind Terry, he saw something glittering on the floor. As he reached down to pick it up, he saw a small coin. Neat. He would have to clean it properly at home, perhaps it was valuable. Joe put it carefully in his wallet and didn't notice it disappeared once he closed the wallet again.

"Are you coming?" he heard Terry calling and hurried up to the door to their office Terry was holding open.

The first few hours, the work was rather uneventful with files piling up on both desks. However, as the morning progressed, Joe was feeling more and more unrest.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?", he asked his coworker.

"No problem", answered Terry who was looking at his computer screen.

It took Joe some time to find something he liked. Normally, he was a big fan of classical music, but today, it seemed too boring. Finally, he settled on some 90s and 80s rock music. Not his usual taste, but a good fit for the day, he decided.

It made things somewhat better, but he couldn't concentrate on his work well. He found himself browsing the web instead, visiting some meme sites, reading news, and so on. Besides boredom, there was another problem he had. Ever since they started working, he was feeling increasingly horny today. That was rather unusual, as he usually had his needs well under control, but today it was especially bad.

His browsing changed to looking at pictures of girls online. That helped for a while, but over time, the pictures did less and less for him. He switched to scantily clad ones and finally to full front NSFW porn, but it was no use. It was like he was looking for something these girls just couldn't give him. His gaze wandered to the window, and he looked to the sun-kissed world outside.

"You know, I'm going to take a break. Get outside for a bit and see the sun." Joe finally said.

"Sure thing", replied Terry without taking his eyes off the screen.

Joe got up and walked towards the door. He felt strangely empty inside when he stepped out into the sunlight. It was like this place was sucking away all his energy.

He was surprised when Terry joined him on his way out.

"Are you coming with me? I thought you didn't believe in taking walks." Joe said.

"I don't, but I do need some fresh air occasionally", Terry answered with a smirk.

Joe shrugged and followed his colleague out of the building. They crossed the road together and went through a small park where they sat down on one of the benches to enjoy the weather. Joe was very self-conscious because of his boner that just wouldn't go away on his own.

As he looked over to Terry however, he noticed that the other man seemed to have a very similar problem. His pants were tented, and he tried to casually readjust himself without Joe noticing. For some reason that excited Joe more than the pictures of girls he looked at for the last hour. It might be the spring fever, but he really wanted to see what was under these pants of Terrys.

"What's wrong?", Joe asked suddenly.

Terry froze for a moment before answering: "Nothing, why?"

"You seem nervous or something. Is everything okay?" Joe pressed.

"Yeah... Yeah it is", Terry answered hesitantly. "I'm just a little tired from yesterday's work."

"That's not what I meant...", Joe continued, but stopped when he saw Terry pull down his zipper. The sight of his coworker's cock caused his own dick to twitch painfully in his pants. "Oh my god!", Joe exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, but I'm just so horny today!" Terry exclaimed. A drop of pre was forming on the tip of his cock.

"It's just that you're so hot today!" Terry continued. "I've been watching you all morning and I can't stop thinking about your body."

Joe wasn't gay - at least that's what he thought - but he felt really excited by the sight. He looked around and finally saw some dense bushes at the edge of the neighboring parking lot and pointed at them. "Let's go over there", he suggested, rubbing over his own bulge.

Terry agreed and followed him to the bushes, pulling down his zipper as he walked. Once they reached the shrubs, Joe pushed him against one of them and kissed him passionately. He could feel Terry's hardening cock pressing into his belly as they made out.

"Oh God, Joe.", Terry panted. "Do you think you could... you know...", he was interrupted by a needy moan escaping his lips.

Joe smiled and pulled away from Terry's mouth, looking him straight in the eyes. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Yes!" Terry almost shouted and grabbed Joe's waistband.

Joe let him get a hold of his belt buckle and unbuttoned his trousers. As soon as they were open, Terry took both sides of the material in hand and tugged them down to Joe's ankles, freeing his member. It was already fully erect and dripping with precum.

Joe barely noticed that his cock was way larger than he was used to. He roughly spun Terry around and pulled down the other man’s pants as well, exposing his asshole. Then he pushed his cock head against it, teasingly rubbing it along Terrys hole.

"Oh please! Please fuck me!", Terry begged, pushing back onto Joe's cock.

Joe pushed harder until finally he felt his cockhead pop inside Terrys ass. Terry moaned and leaned forward. His back seemed to stretch as he did, getting just a bit larger.

Joe started thrusting slowly at first, enjoying the feeling of being deep inside another man for the first time. With each thrust, some detail about the both of them changed: Joe slowly developed muscles all over his body. Where his body had been a beanpole before, definition and mass began to grow in.

While this was certainly impressive, Terry's changes were even more drastic. His skin darkened with each thrust, until it became black. Not black as in a dark-skinned person black, but really midnight-black. His body hardened, some regions more so than others. It felt amazing for Terry, as he watched his torso expanding and hardening to cold metal. Tubes and pipes formed through his entire body, as he leaned forward even more, now touching the ground with his outstretched hands.

Meanwhile, Joe increased the pace. He was completely enthralled by the sensation of his cock going in and out the leathery black ass of the other man that be barely noticed chest hair growing in on his muscular chest. His shoulders widened and he felt powerful and manly. A dense but short beard grew in, and his face became squarer and masculine.

Terry felt his arms and legs become fixated to each other and saw tires growing in between them. He felt energetic and powerful, too, but in an entirely different kind. It was clear that he was nothing more than a tool, a thing to serve a real men. But he was a powerful tool, freedom incarnate. He could go as fast as the wind and still made his owner look manly and sexy.

Joe let out a loud groan as his last powerful strokes sent him over the edge and he came all over his bike, just as a rough chain necklace formed around his neck. Of course, he immediately wiped the black leather clean again. After all, his bike was his most prized possession, no stains or dirt allowed. Sometimes it just overcame him, and he got so turned on by his own body and bike that he just needed release. And when there was no willing twink nearby, he just needed to stop at some parking lot and rub one out.

He looked over to the office building nearby and grinned. He really couldn't imagine working in one of those blocks as an office drone. He was enjoying the freedom of the road way too much, even though he barely had any money.

He got on his bike again and started up the engine which roared to life. Perhaps he should give his bike a name at some point. But then again, even if he loved it to no end, it was, after all, just a thing, and things had no name.

What a great pair! If you want to read more stories in the same format, be sure to have a look at my other ones!

#inanimate tf #inanimate transformation #male transformation #two sides of the same coin #biker #muscle transformation #straight to gay

[obsessedwhim]

Office Time

You were ecstatic to hear that Ichigo would soon be spending some quality time in the Seireitei with his dear friends and probably training, which was always an inevitable option.

Though his arrival was in a few days you were bursting with glowing nervous energy, not that he was aware of your lowly sixth-seat self but man! You sure were aware of him!

Not only was he the courageous Hero who saved your home more times than you have fingers, but he was also kind, interesting and.. and... soooooOOOOOoooooo a t t r a c t i v e !

So tall and cool, you could barely look at him whenever Ichigo had somehow made it near your vicinity. Not to mention his intimidating Zanpakuto, shaped unlike any sword you had ever seen!

The first time you saw him in person was... admittedly- seeing Yoruichi pick up the youngster after his defeating of The One and Only Kenpachi Zaraki, Capitan to Squad Eleven.

She watched for a moment as you and your squad mates rushed to the scene of the crime and after that, it's like the bright burn of his hair scorched itself into the very wrinkles of your brain. Burning brighter with every thought that passed through your simple little scull.

There was this one time when you had to make a house call to a Lieutenant and the ginger just happened to be there. You kept quiet and tried so hard to keep your eyes on the bandages before you, but then a shadow covered the sunlight you needed and so, you glanced up with a question in your throat only to swallow said question like a cold rock once you saw it was the legendary Kurosaki, leaning over you with a curious stare. Sunlight glowing from behind him as if he were some sort of stunning.. glowy.. person- thing...

"Oh, hey there" he flickered his eyelids in blissful innocents, as if not sure if you were a person or not. Not that you've been acting like a normal person since noticing his spiritual energy which surrounded you like water, as though you had somehow sunk to the very bottom of the deepest lake- oddly, very much like a suffocating hug. You wondered what pressure Ichigo would use on you with his bare hands, not that he would, but say he would...

Before any more lude thoughts were able to flush the blood to your cheeks you blinked and began packing your things away quickly "Welp, that's all the help I can give ya Renji, stay well- be safe! Byyeeeee!"

With a medical box underarm, the smallest of the three ran out of a nearby door and hoofed it over the first garden wall you came across. Leaving both males blinking in your wake.

Though the memory itself was keeping you awake at bedtime with wave after wave of cringe, seeing his eyes up close- the way you could recall the different layers of brown in his almond-shaped gaze and still feel his room temp breath fanning on you from above- it was all worth it. The strange smell he emitted clung to your nostrils, but you being you enjoyed the odd scent coming from him, which you learned later on was a human realm aftershave.

Would it be weird if you bought it? That's weird, right? No... is it?

Whatever, because now was the time to completely indulge yourself in your work, with Hanataro off sick for the next couple of days you were chomping at the bit to get rid of this mountain of paperwork. You couldn't take all these tumultuous emotions and so it was time to forget all about 'em and focus on the perfect piles you had created, both alphabetically and essentiality wise.

It was perfect! Just you, this warm cup of tea and a wonderful breeze that drifted through the window. Nothing would take you away from your office space on this day!

Letting out a slow breath you sat at your desk, flickering through a handful sheets until a few squad mates ran by your open window, glancing at the outside world while black uniforms blurred past the square opening. The stampede pulled the forms you held to your chest in a strong rush of air and the white reports danced across the moving flashmob of rushing Reapers.

"No!" You reached after the vanishing articles, going limp and accepting your fate for now with a wince "Those were the forms to confirm public bathrooms..."

"Here" a hand held out a crumpled pile "I dunno if I got 'em all, but.. This is what I was able to get"

You felt it as soon as he held out those crumpled papers, his pouring energy washing over your skin as if the very sun itself took a moment out of its day to shower you with that good ol' fashioned Vitamin C, trying to ignore your burning flesh you held out shaky hands with a bowed skull "T-thank you, you.. didn't have too"

Though you couldn't see it, Ichigo's shining eyes widened and he near dropped the pile into your little hands before clearing his throat "Naaah, it's.. no problem" he scratched the side of his head before realising you weren't moving.

"Yooou uh, you okay there?" the local Hero quirked a brow as you took a moment to quietly whimper to yourself "I... can't move"

Ichigo bent his knees and squatted before you, glancing up through his lashes and the strands of your hair it was becoming increasingly harder to breathe normally, he was absolutely breathtaking, even more so than you thought from all the distances you'd seen the wonderful Kurosaki form, from all angles. Which was rather annoying at this point in time, but oh well.

Your lungs squeezed at the window corner internally slicing you in half and Ichigo chuckled as blood filled your cheeks "You want some help?" he questioned, grinning widely and you couldn't help but hold what little breath you were getting.

Keeping his eyes matched with yours the male grabbed the scruff of your uniform and lifted you back into your office window all while your fingers shredded the at sheets mercilessly as you imagined his strong hand wrapped around your throat instead.

"Well.." Ichigo turned with a salute, not letting you see his blush rise at how light you were, he could just pick you up and take you away from here "See you 'round"

And there he left you, before anything could register through your shocked being but still that strange aftershave drifted through you and proceeded to stay with you for the rest of your office time.

#ichigo kurosaki #ichigo kurosaki x reader #fanfics #ichigo kurosaki x oc #fanfiction #adult ichigo kurosaki x reader #bleach x reader #fanfic writing #bleach ichigo #bleach headcanons #Fluff

[omnidemidisaster]

Hey i was wondering if you could do radford x rick and make it fluff/sfw? If not then that's fine :)

My popcorn is bitter

Radford x Rick

Tw/ Depression and suicidal thoughts.

( As always, a mini PSA. If you or someone you love is experiencing thoughts of suicide, I strongly encourage you or that person to get help asap. I know for a fact someone in this wide world wants you to be alive. My dms are always open if you need someone to talk to )

"Check in"

It was another of those late nights. The nights where Rick just lied in bed...awake. Just staring at that white, now very darkish grey looking, ceiling. The bed was comfortable, but no amount of pillows or soft blankets could ever erase his thoughts.

His thoughts? Yeah...thoughts of why am I even here? or should I stay alive if I serve zero purpose?. Those thoughts were consistent, like a weed in a beautiful garden. And no matter how hard Rick tried and tried to get rid of those thoughts...nothing helped.

He sat up...and was considering. Considering everything that came to this point...

Just then...his phone rang. He looked over...Radford was calling him....Eh, why not say goodbye to him, thats what Radford at least deserved.

Rick picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

Rick heard Radford's excited and nerdy voice coming from the other side of the phone.

"Yo! Rick! Sorry if I woke you up this late, but guess what!"

Rick sighed. He felt bad he was gonna leave such a sweet guy behind...at least it'll be the last person and he was okay with that.

"What?"

"I ended up getting and saving enough and...I want you to go to The Rainbow Bullets show with me!"

Huh...he wanted Rick to see some random rock concert with him...But why Rick? Radford has other friends...Like Kevin. Kevin's clearly more worthy.

"No...its fine..."

Rick could somehow hear Radford's pout from the other end.

"But Riiick! I've been wanting you to come with me! I know how much you love them and I wanna spend time with you! Pleeeeaaase?"

...

"Rick?"

Rick realized he was just staring and responded.

"But why me? I don't even have money.."

"Well thats because you keep quitting...But still! I wanna take you! I have enough to take us, don't worry about the money. Just..please, will you go with me? Pleeeaaase?"

Dammit Radford...he sounded just like his brother.

Rick gave it some thought...fine.

"Oh alright. I'll go with you. Just let me drive for us, its the least I can do"

Rick heard Radford's very hushed "yesss!", which did make him smile a bit.

"Cool! I'll meet you after my shift, okay?"

"Kay"

"Alright. I'll go so you can sleep. Goodnight Rick! I love you!"

Before Rick responded, Radford had already hung up.

That left Rick just staring at his phone screen. Radford...dammit Radford. Why did Radford even say he loved Rick? Surely, surely that was accidental. No one loved Rick...

His phone buzzed again with a text from Radford. It was the directions to the place where this concert would take place, plus an extra message.

Radford ☆: Oh yeah. I'm sorry about the whole love you thing

Radford ☆: But I mean it! >:D

Radford ☆: I LOVE YOU DUDE!!! <33

Radford ☆: Alright alright you gotta sleep. How else are you gonna get energy to party tomorrow?!

Radford ☆: alright. Goodnight! I love you! Don't you forget that! >:))). Okay love you!!!

Rick: love you too

Rick put down his phone. Every and all thoughts of considering just fizzled out. Fine...he can spend one day with Radford at some concert.

He rolled back into bed and got under the covers. It seemed that that bed was much more comfortable this time around.

Instead of thoughts of a life without him, now it was just what to wear to that concert...and how the hell did Radford make him feel...whatever the hell he was feeling.

Whatever...he'll see Radford tomorrow and that was all that was important right now. And for the first time in a while, Rick went to sleep without those backstabbing thoughts in his head.

#fluff #angst #spooky month #spooky month rick #spooky month radford #spooky month rick x radford #bitterpopcorn #spooky month bitterpopcorn

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 18

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett sat with Hope on his chest, his hand over her. He was glad he got a tent and cot while staying here... but going back to the Syor town to his house for more money was going to be a necessity soon. They would not treat Hope well. First assumption would be that she was a minion, one who helps trick small folks into the waiting jaws of hungry Syor. But Hope did not have the personality of one, and he didn’t think she could pretend to be one. She would be too nervous. But he couldn’t leave her here. She’d be too vulnerable. Thinking of how to deal with this was hard. Maybe he’d think better if there was something in his belly.

“Mmm... you felt really good in my belly when I was freed from the rocks. And the protection spell did work when I used it.” He felt the human resting on his chest jolt slightly. His ear flicked. “As I’ve said before, I’d never hurt you. You saved my life and were very nice to me. You have no reason to be afraid. I would only swallow you with protection magic.” He heard her say something, but it was very soft. Barrett picked her up from his chest, holding her near his face, “I didn’t hear that. Speak up.” Hope shuddered, but spoke a bit louder, “I... saw you kill my father... that same way... it is... terrifying. Can’t I just lay on your chest again? That’s not nearly as scary...” “Protection spell means you are safe and don’t need to be scared. I’ll even say the spell first.” He speaks the protection spell, grinning as he feels a bit of his own magic weave into her. “There!” And he immediately puts her in his mouth.

Barrett purred as she squirmed on his tongue, enjoying the feel and taste. She tasted a little different from most humans he encountered... He had seen her growing plants, was it because of that? Maybe he would have to see if he could catch farming humans at some point to compare the taste. Whatever it was, he liked it. He savored her flavor, even when she stopped squirming and curled up. It was unfortunate she stopped squirming so quickly. He enjoyed a bit of struggle. With another deep purr he swallowed the little morsel, resting a hand over his belly, “You are tasty, little one. I’m so glad I know that spell to keep you nice and safe in there... Hey! That gives me an idea! In there you are safe! Which means if I went to the Syor town for more of my money, none of them could touch you!”

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Hope gave up trying to get him to open his mouth pretty quickly. What was the point? She was helpless whether in his grasp, in his jaws, or even left at the campsite. Regardless, she had no energy too. Perhaps she was putting too much into maintaining some of those rarer plants she was desperately trying to keep alive. She suspected her hope of someday establishing at least a small garden again was foolish. Perhaps it should be just the tree she maintained. She almost felt like crying when she thought of it. Her pride and joy, reduced from its previous massive size to a mere sapling so she could safely take it with her. Her eyes felt warm, puffy... had she shed tears, or was she just fighting them? How could she even pretend she could restore it... surely it would be impossible so long as she remained prisoner to this terrifying giant.

Oh gosh that loud noise beneath her never stopped. She had heard him growl at times, but this wasn’t quite the same... But what else could it be? This line of thinking was distracting her from where she was so her mind latched onto it in a desperate bid to forget what was currently happening.

What did she know about giants... Before a couple months ago, she had never even seen a Syor before, only Syorian, friendly giants, the ones who regularly visited her farm back when it still existed. They paid well to get her quality potions. As with anyone, she was aware of Syor, no human, nemeran, or other small folk that she knew of hadn’t heard of their existence; everyone knew the stories of the terrible man-eating monsters. However, she lived far enough into the country of Naterhu, what many call the human country, that Syor never reached that area. At times they felt like a bedtime story meant to keep kids from venturing too far. She never expected things to go so wrong! And now it felt like she was being punished for believing no living thing should suffer such a miserable end as being trapped to slowly starve.

Hope tensed as the tongue moved beneath her, toying with her as the giant savored her taste. She curled up tight, trying to ignore the feel of the warm, wet tongue rolling over her. She needed to focus on something else. Plants. Think about her plants. Think about her tree. That was a nice thought. The only plant mage to successfully raise one away from the arctic... She wanted to hear it speak to her. It would be so much more comforting. She reached out with her magic... but nothing. It was still too weak while in this restricted form. But in her desperation she tried again, and again.

Oh no no no no.... she can’t ignore it. She can’t focus on better thoughts. The giant licking and tasting her. The monster is savoring her like one of those honey candies she made for local kids...

That rumble still seemed to vibrate through her very bones... it never ceased! At least it seemed to die down some when she stopped moving. Then... A change... A different movement. Fuck! She had been so focused on what was happening she hadn’t thought about what comes next! But... What was the point of protesting? Of resisting? She knew she was helpless. Completely helpless. And she closed her eyes as the muscles pulled her down to the same place that had no doubt killed many others. That HAD killed her father.

Hitting the bottom was soft, and she felt no pain or discomfort from it or the fluids. Yet  it was still so terrifying. For a long while she didn’t even move. Try as she might she could not shut out the deep rumble of that sound. It was all around her. She could hear that loud, terrifying voice. Between  that and the deep rumble... as well as own stress she could only make out occasional words. She was sure she heard him say the word ‘tasty’, which she more or less expected... and something about an idea... that couldn’t be good. Most of his ideas seemed to be about hunting.

Maybe she should pay closer attention... but as she thought that, all the noises paused.... and he started moving. Oh no... Would she end up watching a deer bitten in half slowly dissolve? What if he wanted to just keep her in here indefinitely? That would be even worse! Surely the spell wouldn’t last forever! What if he fell asleep and it wore off? What if he kept renewing the spell until she died of dehydration or starvation? Wait, he’s talking again... She needed to listen... but that rumbling sound was so loud! She couldn’t understand! Something about... clothes? Had he seen a trader he was going to kill to get her more supplies from? That would be so much worse than a deer. She wished she had some idea what was going on... but she was alone with her thoughts and barely understandable speech from the great monster keeping her prisoner.

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#dcd #defying certain death #syor #barrett #terrasyor #barrett the giant #soft vore #gt vore #size difference #giant tiny #my stories #my writing #my stuff #barrett and hope #hope and barrett #unwilling prey #g/t #g/t vore

[lpvncnt]

* ◟ : 〔 TAMINO , CIS-MALE + HE / HIM 〕 PHILIP GOFFIN-VINCENT , some say you’re a TWENTY-SEVEN YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both DOGGED and DEPRAVED, one can’t help but think of STRUGGLIN' by TRICKY, MARTINA TOPLEY-BIRD when you walk by. are you still a CLEANER, ACTIVE ASSASSIN at THE BORDERLINE HOTEL, RED EYE even with your reputation as THE GARGOYLE? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and STUPID SHOW-PONY HIGH ROLLER, PATIENT LIKE THE HYENA WAITS, GET IN YOUR CAR AND RUN ME OVER INSTEAD OF WAITING FOR OTHERS TO DO IT FOR YOU, YOU LAZY FOOL, although we can’t help but think of JONATHAN CRANE (DC COMICS) + ERIC DRAVEN (THE CROW) + JASON DEAN (HEATHERS) + ANTON CHIGURH (NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

FILE: LIP VINCENT

STATUS: ACTIVE. HEIGHT: 6'2". SEXUALITY: PANSEXUAL, AROMANTIC. DATE OF BIRTH: 12/25/1995 HOMETOWN: MALMEDY, BELGIUM. RESIDING: BROOKLYN, NY. ROOMMATE WITH [TBD WANTED CONNECTION].

Instead of the usual biography, I felt like the following poem captured the energy of the past a bit better than I could ever express:

INSOMNIAC

THE night is only a sort of carbon paper,

Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars

Letting in the light, peephole after peephole --

A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Under the eyes of the stars and the moon's rictus

He suffers his desert pillow, sleeplessness

Stretching its fine, irritating sand in all directions.

Over and over the old, granular movie

Exposes embarrassments--the mizzling days

Of childhood and adolescence, sticky with dreams,

Parental faces on tall stalks, alternately stern and tearful,

A garden of buggy rose that made him cry.

His forehead is bumpy as a sack of rocks.

Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars.

He is immune to pills: red, purple, blue --

How they lit the tedium of the protracted evening!

Those sugary planets whose influence won for him

A life baptized in no-life for a while,

And the sweet, drugged waking of a forgetful baby.

Now the pills are worn-out and silly, like classical gods.

Their poppy-sleepy colors do him no good.

His head is a little interior of grey mirrors.

Each gesture flees immediately down an alley

Of diminishing perspectives, and its significance

Drains like water out the hole at the far end.

He lives without privacy in a lidless room,

The bald slots of his eyes stiffened wide-open

On the incessant heat-lightning flicker of situations.

Nightlong, in the granite yard, invisible cats

Have been howling like women, or damaged instruments.

Already he can feel daylight, his white disease,

Creeping up with her hatful of trivial repetitions.

The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,

And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,

Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed.

— Sylvia Plath

AESTHETICS

Repugnant amount of weed smoke filling a suspension-lacking 1966 Cadillac Coupe DeVille, that only a 100% masochist would drive in New York. You were not born to cry. Leopard print BB belts stacked on the waist. A soul, emptied. No pride, no pleasure, no desire. Life is just like a Wong Kar-Wai movie. You've got two fists comically full of metal, the weight shifts you off your feet when that punch is thrown, your poorly welded home-made 'rings' -- made from a chunk of all the old silver jewelry you've collected from the bodies over time, all these precious keepsakes melted onto a fork -- made to hurt -- should be illegal. Lots of little projects like that scatter what you call 'home'. An angel dies every time a shitty fuckboy like you flashes his mid-section in local Bodega for no reason. Recently adopted a Belgian Malinois, Osiris, who is still in training and needs a muzzle (an excuse for enabling bad behavior, could be symbolic). Egregiously loud mumble-rap. When stressed, likes watching ballroom dancing while chainsmoking cigarettes.

Hi, I'm Samuel, 24, PDT, a sweet little Californian baby boy who will do tricks for treats, gee whiz am I glad to be here. All of this is a bit vague but will be fleshed out with time -- if you've got any questions on specifics I'd be super happy to clarify. Huzzah !

#lawlessintro

[jiracheer]

From the prompt list, can I get an Ingo x Reader with prompt 20, I could see Ingo waking up too earlier and see Reader doing something instead of sleeping (it's up to you on what's Reader was doing)

authors note: u sure can honeybee!! hopefully, this is a-okay!! there might be,,, a few mistakes,,, bc I am writing this at 3AM help I'm matching the prompt JSNG

prompt: “It’s three in the morning…”

tags: gender-neutral reader and this is a bit silly <3

Ingo was usually a heavy sleeper. Note, usually. So when the heavy clatter of pots and pans met his ears one fateful night, the poor conductor had no choice but to get out of bed to figure out what was going on. 

As he began his journey downstairs, he figured it would not hurt to start thinking about what was happening below. 

His first thought was his Crustle. The bug type did have a bad habit of going into the cupboard to play with the Exadrill when it was a Drillbur. Often he, or his beloved partner, had to reach in to grab both Pokemon to keep things within the cupboard pristine. Those were fond memories, ones he held close to his heart. And yet he cannot help but remember the damage done inside the cupboard and to his appliances. 

But Crustle had lost its interest in the cuddy some time ago, a few months after it evolved.

So maybe it was Haxorous? The dragon-type was always known to go into the kitchen late at night to see if it could sneak a quick bite to eat. 

Chandelure was out of the picture. Ingo was looking right at it as he walked down the hall towards the staircase. 

Excadrill couldn't have caused all that noise, as it decided to sleep outside in the garden where it felt more at home underground. His Durant and Klinklang always slept in the tub for some odd reason- Ah, never mind that. He had to get down to the bottom of all this ruckus! 

As his feet met the plush carpet of the stairs, he began to wonder if it was Emmet. He did have the bad habit of making too much noise, awake or asleep. So he was already preparing a scolding for his younger brother. Surely Emmet would understand that he shouldn’t be making so much noise! What would their neighbors think? Or his beloved Y/N- 

“Hi, honey.” 

Ingo had to rub his eyes and blink twice in order to take in the sight before him. There you sat, clad only in the oversized shirt he had gifted you when you first started dating in college, and around you where most of his Pokemon. 

Crustle sat comfortably next to you, chowing down an Occa berry. 

Haxorus laid behind you, half-conscious eating its Yache berry, with Exadril covered head to toe in dirt next to Haxorus. Sat in its pile of soil kicking its feet while it ate whatever was in its claws. 

“Y/N,” Ingo took in the deepest breath he could muster in an attempt to collect his patience before looking over at the oven's clock. “Y/N. It is three in the morning...” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“Then why are you awake?” 

With a shrug you leaned back against Haxorus, throwing a foot over the other to take on a much more lazy posture. You scratched at Crustle’s rock shell before giving him an explanation. “I was hungry, and so were your Pokemon. So we got ourselves a bit of a snack before hitting the hay.” 

Your explanation was easy and straight to the point, just how Ingo liked it. You knew that. You watched as his tired expression grew confused for a moment before softening. “Then what was all of that noise, dearest?” He at least needed an explanation for that. 

He looked around and didn’t see any of their pristine iron pans anywhere, so he wondered if maybe they cleaned up before he reached the kitchen. However, you glanced at your boyfriend’s Pokemon and they nervously glanced back. Sharing your same energy. 

Everyone collectively refused to make eye contact and continued to eat in silence. 

“Y/N. What was that noise?” Ingo repeating himself made your ass cheeks clench, so with an awkward swallow, you cleared your throat. “Durant got in the cupboards because it saw Crustle trying to get in there, and now we don’t know where it is.” You admitted rather bashfully, finally looking up to make eye contact with Ingo who now looked at his wit's end. 

“I-I promise we’re looking for it! Klinklang is scanning the perimeter and we’ll have it back before morning-” 

“I’m going back to bed, love. Goodnight. And goodnight to you all as well.” The Subway master offered a loving pat to each one of his Pokemon’s heads before leaning down to give you a sweet kiss. And as much as you wanted to enjoy it, you paused when Ingo looked down at you with his hand settled behind your neck. 

“If any of our pots or pans are chewed or destroyed by Durant… You’re buying us a new set.” And with that Ingo went straight to bed while you and your boyfriend’s team frantically searched the cupboard for the steel ant Pokemon. Hoping and praying it wasn't craving any aluminum or stainless steel.

#. 🥣 fics #pokemon x reader #pokemon ingo x reader #subway master ingo x reader #submas ingo x reader #ingo x reader

[iblazitastic]

The birds were chirping and the day was flowing with its usual characteristic calm. 

Clairin was used to days like these, days filled with nothing but domestic tasks; he would wake up early to tend to his garden, harvest fresh vegetables for his breakfast, and feed the plump adoraburrs that nestled themselves near his oven. 

And every once in a while, he would run through the woods  on four fuzzy paws, conducting his patrols and making sure everything was all right. 

Nothing drastic, nothing…dramatic, usually happened there. 

…It was why it hurt so much. It happened on a calm, and normal day. 

His ears twitched when he first heard the noises, footsteps heading up  the rock path that lead to the entrance of his front yard in the middle of the woods. 

He was just returning back from his patrol, and had noticed nothing wrong, noticed no trespasser. 

"A-ada…" 

Clairin’s eyes opened wide in shock as he sprinted through the door, knocking a vase full of flowers to the floor. 

"Lune!" he yelled, seeing the state of his son. 

Lune was in a weakened state; his legs were trembling, his face was bloody and he was sweating, panting hard like his lungs were about to fall out of his chest. 

Clairin arrived just in time to hold him as he fell forward, exhausted. 

"Lune…Dharlin, what…what happened?" Tears immediately welled up in his eyes as he took in the painful view of his own son, barely holding his last breath. 

It was then that he noticed the ribbon on Lune’s bicep, shining silver with the light that filtered through the leaves in the trees.  

His arm! 

He touched it gently, a worried expression on his face. 

It was beyond help. His whole arm was a deep purple, considerably darker near the assassin's binding. 

That meant he had failed his mission, but Clairin could not care less. His son, his little boy, was in pain.

"Ada…I…" Lune looked up at the crying face of his father; he didn’t even have the strength to do the same. 

He had used every last drop of his own energy to reach his home, and he could feel his breathing getting weaker, his vision growing blurry.  

"Lune, son, stay with me!" Clairin yelled as he held Lune's head up, holding onto his damaged arm as though his own life depended on it. . 

Lune could not find words or strength to tell him how much it was hurting. 

"I will get you to the house, stay with me, Dharlin…you're…you're strong, you will be fine." Clairin was trying to convince himself with his own words, and it was only when he moved to pull Lune out of the grass that he noticed it; some bits of his hair weren't glowing with the silvery light that it used to reflect. When he ran his fingers through it, it was like the newer, darker strands were lifeless, without shine. 

Dark Magic? He shook his head to clear those thoughts away; it was not time to focus on the cause of that. 

Lune's last thought before he finally passed out was how he had disappointed his father, going against his own beliefs and profaning the place he so long worked to protect.

A single tear fell from his eye.

Clairin used all the strength in his older body to get the boy inside the house as quickly as possible; with his knowledge, he worked throughout the whole day and night to get his son to a stable state. He didn't stop to eat or rest, his eyes always darting between Lune’s face and the binding ribbon that grew tighter with each passing hour. 

After much work, he managed to stabilize his breathing, using every magical and non-magical resource he had at his disposal. Lune would need his strength now more than ever.

There was nothing he could do to remove the binding, and even if he could, his arm was beyond help; if he kept it in such a state, the pain would only make it harder for him to recover. 

There was only one option now and it made Clairin sick, his stomach turning and tears falling from his eyes again. 

His hands were trembling when he finally gathered the strength and courage to pick up the blade, cleaning and sterilizing it twice before returning to his son’s side once again.

Clairin couldn’t breathe; the idea of doing that, of hurting Lune, was causing him more agony than he would have ever experienced before…he had to convince himself that it was necessary, that it was the only way…

It was the only option, his precious boy would die if he didn't do it. . 

He would die.

Clairin could not let that happen.

He would not let that happen.

The ribbon was taken off, together with Lune's arm.

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Finally some proper written and illustrated OC Lore! 

Someone asked (thank you for that!) Clairin’s reaction to Lune’s losing his arm, and there it is! The painful and traumatic moment :D 

Thanks @primedaycommissions for helping me with the text 💖

#the dragon prince #TDP #tdp oc #the dragon prince oc #Clairin #Lune #fanfic #oc fanfic #moonshadow elf #moonshadow elf oc #angst #i had fun writing and drawing this! #thanks for asking! #please send more #haha i'm in pain

[undead-merman]

May I ask for a NSFW Dogman!Simeon? Or perhaps some Bunny!Simeon? I just love that angel and bunnyboys and dogmen. GN reader, unless you're feeling in a masc writing mood, either is good! Thank your time! (May I reblog?)

I forgot this was a masc one, would have written it that way if I remembered. And your more than welcome to sorry for the delay.

Bunny and Dogman Simeon with GN-Reader SFW and NSFW

Dog

Appearance

Staring at his head, Simeon has two drooping yet furry dog ears. If he gets too excited, his ears flip inside out. They are sensitive, especially when they are inside-out. He has baby hairs on his cheeks; they're soft and pleasant to touch. He has canine-like teeth and a bit of a longer tongue. 

His hands have small paw pads on each finger, little black dots that are just as soft as his fur. 

His tail is just as long as his forearm, and the fur isn't very long. It's longer on the underside but is only about 2 inches long. 

His legs just below the knees bend like a canine's back leg right under the stifle, bending back at the ankle and coming to paws. 

Canine comfort

His life doesn't change much at all. He's still just as helpful, kind, and warm, though he likes praise and affection much more. When given it, he smiles widely and his small tail wags gently as he leans into it. 

When he's irritated, his ears don't express much due to their droopiness, but he smiles with his teeth when angry, showing off his sharp teeth. 

He wakes up early to go for runs in the morning, trying to get off the early morning jump in energy, and because of this, he's able to keep very calm during the day, but if he doesn't get to go for the run, he's antsy the rest of the day and slightly more easily irritated.

He is really sensitive to loud noises and strong smells, so whenever there's a fight he covers his ears while trying to resolve it, or if Solomon is cooking, he goes out for long walks and sometimes has to sleep away from the others for a few days while the place airs out. 

Spending time with you

Due to your human nature, he finds himself drawn to you much more. He often seeks you out to walk with him. He finds that it's much more refreshing with you by his side during these walks. 

He enjoys it a lot when you pet him. It's something about the way you get the perfect spot behind his ears and right below his chin. How long have you practiced this? How are you an expert petter? He doesn’t mind if you do it out of nowhere. Those are some of the best. When you are next to him and your hands just wander over naturally, and stroke him. He loves it.

Quiet moments are nice. As much as he enjoys the energy of the others, sometimes they can get to be a bit too much, so the moments with you in the gardens are refreshing. Lying on your lap feels like heaven all over again.    

He does get embarrassed when someone throws something at him because he eagerly runs to fetch it. It’s even worse around you. But if you don’t tease him, he likes to play fetch, sometimes tossing a blue ball back and forth, bringing it back and smiling as he places it in your hands. No, he will not hold it in his mouth; it is unsanitary.      

Foreplay

When he's in the mood, he’ll approach and hold you, enjoying the feel of your body pressed against his and the closeness you share. He’ll softly give you testing licks that start from your face and go to your lips. But, of course, he’s always happy to help you if you need him. Even if you need him in a more lustful sense, all you have to do is ask. He doesn’t mind if you cup his crotch and rub it either.  

When you reciprocate by kissing him back or wrapping your hands around your waist, he’ll start rocking his hips into you. He's humping you and huffing into your neck as his cock gets harder and harder and he starts panting.  

He loves oral before sex. He’ll bend over and pull aside your clothes and drool over your sex before diving in and licking it all over, lapping over and over. To him, you taste divine. How is it possible for you to taste so delicious? So he doesn't hold himself back. His tail wags when you hold onto him. But if you turn the tables on him and pull out his cock to suck it, he lets out a puppy-like whine and trembles and moans. He watches your hot mouth take in his cock and he tries to cover his mouth. Your mouth is so nice—Stop before he cums just from the sight of it! 

So he’ll move to your entrance and lap at it while he rubs circles into your legs. You can feel him smile and his eyes are closed. It’s like he’s in bliss and his tail is still wagging. His long tongue sometimes pushes in, and by the time he’s done, he’s left nearly your hole dripping with saliva.        

Sex

His cock is red and a bit girthy; it comes to a rounded point and is knotted. When he cums it inflates so you can’t pull away and you're stuffed with cum.

He likes having his hands on your hips so he can snap your hips into his, stuffing you full of cock. He has a hard time controlling his movements, but he’s always watching to make sure you're not uncomfortable. 

He likes it fast, and he shivers and shakes when you take it slow. His whole body trembles and his hips buck when you ride him. He’s happy to let you take control, but it is  so hard. But he’ll do anything for you. 

He can't fathom why everything about you is so wonderful, even how warm your insides are. Not to mention your cute faces and noises. He always tries to get you to make more by finding your good spots. 

He tries not to nip you, even though his instincts beg him to. He offers quick pecks and long licks. Of course, if you want him to, how could he say no? At your command, he gives you tons of love bites all over your body.   

When he cums he pulls your shoulders down, pushing you as deep on his cock as you can go. He knots you and you feel what seems like tons of hot cum spill into you. He pulls your hair from your face and kisses and licks you, thanking you, telling you how wonderful you are, and making sure you're okay while you're stuck together. 

Aftercare

He does give your body licks as you're stuck together, but once he pulls his cock out with a pop, he helps you clean up if needed, though he keeps licking even after you're all clean. It's a comforting action, but you're not sure if it's for him or you. 

He likes to lie with you and hold you afterward. He hates not being able to just hold you after. 

He'll most likely fall asleep with you. He leans his head on you and his tail wags slowly until he finally falls asleep. 

Bunny

Appearance

His ears stick up straight and twist and flick at every little noise. His fur is black and the insides of his ears are a soft pink. His fur is soft, almost as soft as a chinchilla's. 

He keeps his tail hidden, but it's also black, a perfect little orb of soft fur. 

His hands and feet are tipped with blunt claws, which could hardly do anything in a fight. 

Quick-paced life

From the outside, it seems Simeon is moving so fast and hardly has time to sit down, which isn't entirely inaccurate. He enjoys the quick life; it's lively and never a dull moment, even when he's doing mundane things. 

He's extremely aware of his surroundings at all times, and it's nearly impossible to shock or surprise him. 

To avoid being around Solomon's food Simeon eats flowers. He loves eating flowers though. He enjoys roses but finds them to be too bitter sometimes. His favorite flower to eat is snapdragons. 

Others often warn about his nasty kicks. Everyone talks about the monstrous powers behind each one of his kicks, claiming if he's mad enough he dents metal, cracks pillars, and easily snaps bones. He's only done it once when he was directing the TSL play with the brothers and they started arguing. 

The only time he's not moving fast is when he settles down for bed. He curls himself in a tiny ball under the covers. It's impressive just how small he can make himself under the covers. 

Spending time with you

It didn't take him long to warm up to you. He found your personality endlessly entertaining and endearing. 

He enjoys spending rainy afternoons in the garden as he munches on flowers and gathers more to make treats for you. He loves sharing food. Even if he's eating flowers, he makes you treats with the flowers he’s eating.

He’s a bit shy when it comes to you petting him. He doesn’t like it in public, but when you two are alone, he makes small rabbit noises and even purrs and pushes his head closer into your hand subconsciously.

Whenever someone is bothering you and he can pick it up, he will start thumping. Usually, this is enough to ward off others. But to the few that don’t heed the warning, he’s not afraid to step in, including the brothers.      

Foreplay

Despite his shyness with PDA he’s a bit wild in the bedroom. He litters your face in kisses and asks if it would be okay. His ears dip a bit if you laugh, but he just wants to make sure and be polite. He’s sorry that he can’t ask in a more seductive way. But once you say yes, his ears perk back up and he pulls you close, kissing you again and again, holding your face as he does. 

He’ll sit you down and sit in between your legs, kissing up your leg with a smile as he helps you out of your clothes and shrugs his off as well. Once your both nude he likes to frot against you. Feeling your skin against his as he lightly grinds on you as he looks down at you. Slowly, then moving to grind your sexes together. 

Whatever you want to try, he's happy to follow you. He's so trusting, so if you want to tease him, it's easy to do. Using toys on him gets him to shave and shiver as he tries to hold in the noises. His cottontail shakes at each motion you make, and he tries not to cum. 

He likes his ears tugged. Roughly too, it sends a bolt of pleasure down his spine. He might be able to cum just from you tugging on them enough. Even his tail is the same; yank it or rub it and he’ll turn into a drooling mess. 

Sex

His cock is flushed a few tones darker than his normal skin and is thin but long and comes to what looks like a sharp point, though it isn’t sharp at all. 

Once he’s finally inside you, his whole body shivers and shakes, even his ears and tail. He has to hold himself still so he doesn’t cum right away. You can make him cum right away if you clench around him or hook your feet around him and push his hips deeper. You know that cumming just once won’t be enough for him; he has to cum multiple times to feel satisfied.  

He likes hiking you up with his hands so he can bounce you on his cock. He likes feeling your weight fall down on his hips and he fucks you. He bucks his hips every time you fall back down, so his cock hits the deepest parts of you. 

As much as he tries to fuck you stupid, it’s much easier for you to make him drool and whimper. He’s so sensitive and just a light amount of teasing makes him go wild. Even praise and kissing as he holds you is enough. 

When he cums the whole time, he shakes and moans as he pulls you as close as he can and wraps himself around you as much as possible. It doesn’t take him long to recover, as a lot of times it only takes him a few seconds before he’s bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to go again. Only when he's cum several times is he ready to pass out.    

Aftercare

Before he passes out, he always makes sure to take care of you first by asking if it was okay, making sure you're not cold, and helping you clean up. 

He's extra clingy, holding you close and shoving his face into any nook of your body he can. 

He always passes out soon after, so long as you're taken care of. He'll pass out cuddles as close as he can. Arms draped around your hips 

#omnsfw #obey me monster headcanons #obey me simeon #dog man simeon #bunny simeon #simeon x reader

[perpetualcontrolleddrowning]

Blackbonnet Soulmate AU - Part 17

The Nettles in the Garden Don’t Go Away

JRaylin441

Summary: Um. Yeah. Sorry bout this one, folks

Content Warnings: gun violence, thoughts of death, blood, descriptions of violence, character death, brief passive suicidal thoughts, panic attack, and also just a lot of sad shit

Y'all it gets a little rough in here with this chapter. Please take care of yourselves. If you want more specific trigger warnings, please message me.

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Ed is vibrating. The beast is purring loud enough to shake through Ed’s ribcage, trundling in happy circles, slamming against the walls of Ed’s chest and rolling gleefully across the ground. It’s all warm, rumbling restlessness.

He kissed Stede! They kissed! And then, Stede smiled! He said Ed makes him happy.

This is more than he ever thought would happen. He’s running away from a bank heist, arms weighed down with gold and jewels and money and there’s no alarm behind him. There’s no security chasing him. Every part of Ed is braced for the horrible screaming and fallout that is just not happening. Instead, there is Stede, so close and smiling.

There’s so much energy buzzing beneath his skin. Unlike at the party, when his mania made him blank out and miss whole minutes, this time it lends him a laser-sharp focus. Time is moving slower and every detail is highlighted, so that Ed can watch as each muscle in Stede’s face twitches into an expression he’s never seen before. And still, too much energy. Ed leans back, bounces in place despite the protest of his bad knee. He has to let some of this energy out but he won’t be the first one to pull away from Stede’s space.

“Maybe we could just get away?” Ed’s heart is in his throat. “Start over. Reset.”

Stede is floundering, clearly struggling to adjust to the sudden change from kissing to scheming. Ed’s feeling charitable. He’ll give Stede as much time as he needs right now. Hell, he’ll give Stede anything he wants right now.

“You said there was no escape?” And maybe Ed did say that, but that was back when he was committed to trying out this new privateer lifestyle. If Stede wants to do this, to really do this, and he doesn’t want to be here, then they’re fucking gone. Within the day, they’re gone.

“There’s always an escape. We could be gone tonight.”

“What about the English?” Stede is still sitting with his knees held to his chest and Ed would do anything in the world to make Stede feel safe enough to let his guard down. To lean on him and keep leaning, trusting that Ed will get them out. “They’ll be all over us.”

“No no no no,” Ed chants, and each time he says it, this glorious new picture is growing brighter in his mind, coming together on the fly. Time has slowed down and every part of Ed’s brain has actually come together for once, just to focus on this. “We could get a new boat.” He can see it now. “New names. New backstories. Everything.” Maybe the same last name. Maybe a bigger bed in the co-captain’s quarters. “We’ll go somewhere they’ll never find us.” This could work. “We’ll go to China.” This could fucking work.

“China?” Stede echoes faintly.

“Yeah.”

“That’s…quite far away.” 

“That’s the point. Our old lives would be gone. Dead. Never were. What do you say?” And despite all that happened in the last few weeks, Ed is still anxious about what Stede’s answer may be. The anxiety strengthens as Stede thinks it over, but Ed is waiting. Even if each moment is taking a century, he’ll give Stede all the time he needs to make this decision.

“Yeah.” The words are hesitant and Ed’s half convinced he made them up because he wants to hear them so badly.

“Yes?” He checks, just to make sure. Just to hear it again.

“I think so,” Stede says, and he’s smiling with his lips turned in and bitten while Ed loses his mind for a little bit. Jumps away. Comes back. Tugs on Stede’s shoulder to rock them both back and forth.

And this is the kind of thing that would have eaten Ed up inside in these last few weeks. Part of his brain is still sprinting away from the bank heist, clutching the stolen money, waiting to hear the sirens. But Ed’s not listening to that part of himself, because it’s done fuck-all to help him when it comes to Stede. He’s not reading into shit. He’s listening to the actual words that Stede fucking says.

And Stede said yes.

Part of Ed wants to tackle Stede into the sand, press him down, kiss him until both their lips are red and swollen.

But

He promised Stede that he could have them out of there by tonight and, dammit, he’s going to prove that Stede can lean on him. Lean all his weight right onto Ed and trust Ed to guard the important bits.

He presses his weight into Stede’s leg one more time before heading back toward the naval academy. Ed has a scheme to create.

*~*~*

Stede isn’t panicking. He isn’t panicking because there’s no reason to. Every part of this situation is the perfectly natural and understandable outcome of the choices he’s made up to this point. Of course he’s going to break out of the naval academy and run off to China with Ed. Assume a new identity and leave his whole life behind.

Stede is in his top bunk, where he settled in after spending several minutes meticulously removing all the sand stuck to his clothes. Trying not to think about these things. Because there’s no reason to worry. This is all the logical next step.

Our old lives would be gone. Dead. Never were, says Ed.

All we have is this one life, says Mary.

You are dead, says the man who checked him in.

Stede has spent the last day repeatedly and horribly reminded of all the people he has hurt. If he looks closely, there is Nigel, sitting on a bunk across the room, waiting for Stede to slip and let his guilt consume him once again. Every time Stede closes his eyes, he can see Mary and the children playing on a loop. There are those horrible, awful moments of snow and exclusion, but he keeps thinking about all of them laughing at the dinner table. About how it felt the first time he held Alma. She was so small and warm in his arms.

There’s nothing to be done about any of it. Maybe he destroyed all of that behind him. Maybe he didn’t. Either way, it’s better to stay dead. To run off with Ed to China and make a new life. What does he think he could do, reaching out to Chauncy or Mary now? Fix things? Certainly not. Not Baby Bonnet. Every time Stede has ever tried to fix the things he’s done, it’s always made it worse. Better to stay as far away as possible, leaving disaster in his wake and never looking back.

This will be good. A new start will be good.

When Ed hustles over to Stede’s bed, it jars him out of his maudlin thoughts. Ed is still so excited. More energetic and joyful than Stede has maybe ever seen him. God, he’s so beautiful. Stede wonders if Ed is going to kiss him again right now, while their faces are so close together. He wonders what he would do this time. If he would register what was happening quickly enough to decide what to do about it. If it would be any different than last time. He wonders what makes him wonder that.

For just this moment, it’s easy to let go of all the not-panic from earlier. Ed is smiling so bright right near Stede’s face and he’s so beautiful and maybe it won’t be so bad to run away to China and start a new life. Not if Ed is there with him.

And Ed has a plan. Some brilliant plan that he came up with, of course he did, he’s always been staggeringly competent. All Stede has to do is lay here and wait until the guard comes to wake him up, while Ed goes to steal a dinghy.

And Stede isn’t left panicking. He isn’t panicking, because there’s no reason to.

*~*~*

“Don’t move a fucking muscle.”

Ed’s holding the smaller frame of the dockworker tightly, knife that he snatched from the man’s hand held tight to his neck. The man is trembling in his arms and Ed keeps getting distracted by the fact that he can feel the guy’s hair against his neck. This is so weird. He’s going to have to learn how to mug people all over again, without a beard.

Shouldn’t be too hard. Ed’s great at mugging people.

“Here’s what we’re going to do.” The man starts frantically nodding before Ed even finishes the sentence. Fuck yeah. Who needs a beard when Ed’s perfected a voice of whispering menace. “You are going to get in this dinghy, and we are going to row to the dock on the other side of the island. Then, if you’re good, you get to run back over here and tell no one about any of this.”

The man makes a vague noise that Ed takes to be affirmative, considering he hasn’t really stopped nodding. Ed lets his grip on him loosen, as if he’s going to let him go, waits for the guy to start a step away from him before he tightens the grip even more, brings him back, presses the knife in close enough to draw just a little bit of blood.

“And,” he’s talking slowly. If you do enough good menacing on the front end, it saves so much time further down the road. “If you’re bad,” the man whimpers, “then you won’t be running anywhere. ‘Kay?”

Ed feels the bob of the man’s Adam’s apple push against the knife as he swallows before he gives one last, careful nod. Ed taps the flat of the knife once to the man’s cheek and lets him go for real this time.

“Great! Let’s get started.” Ed stares at the man and gives him a little bit of time to regroup before gesturing with his head toward the dinghy. The man jumps to action. “Good choice. What’s your name, kid?”

“Gabriel,” says Gabriel, without looking up from where he is frantically untying the ropes and scrambling into the dinghy. Ed climbs in after him, maybe intentionally rocking the boat a little more than he needs to. There’s a small fishing net on the extra seat, which Ed tosses back onto the pier.

And then, well, good old Gabriel starts to row as fast as his fishman arms can, which puts them at a pretty good clip around the coast of the island. Ed sits across from Gabriel, keeping an eye on him and the knife flat against his knee. Easy to see. A quick reminder in case Gabriel starts to get any ideas.

It’s not going to be a long trip, at this pace, but it still takes some time.

And there isn’t much to do when you’re in a tiny dinghy with a guy who won’t even make eye contact.

Ed can wait.

Ed is great at waiting. He’s fucking Blackbeard, and that took years to develop. He’s been patient his whole life.

There’s nothing wrong with waiting in silence for a half hour or so with a stranger.

This is fine.

Ed is going to lose his fucking mind.

“Gabriel,” he snaps, with the pressure in his mind potentially making the words come out a little bit harsher than he wanted them to. Gabriel whimpers, flicks a glance Ed’s way, speeds up a little bit. “If you were going to meet up with your soulmate so you could run away together, what would you bring?”

There is a moment of perfect silence. Gabriel freezes in his paddling before abruptly resuming. He is staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed at Ed. His voice, when it comes out, is faint.

“What?”

“If you were going to run away with your soulmate, what would you bring when you went to meet them?” Ed can barely believe he’s even getting to say those words aloud. What the fuck. Run away with your soulmate. What a fucking concept.

“I…I suppose,” Gabriel is struggling to get the words out while maintaining his pace. Ed does not offer any assistance in figuring out this dilemma. Gabriel stutters a few times and then his eyes flick down to glance at the knife, still on display at Ed’s knee. “I might? Bring flowers?”

Ed pauses to think about that.

“You know what, Gabriel? That’s actually kind of fucking brilliant. Yeah, I can bring flowers.” Ed’s getting into the idea of it now. Stede loves flowers and foliage and nature. Maybe Ed can find some flowers he’s never seen before and then Stede will give him a lecture about what they are while Ed rows them away from this island. Yeah, that could work. “Not bad, Gabriel.”

Gabriel makes that same kind of affirmative-whimper noise, and Ed decides to give him a little bit of a break. The beast has something to chew on, now, thinking back over the plants he saw on his walk to the pier in the first place. Were any of them flowers? If there were flowers, were any of them the cool kind of flower? Maybe there would be blue ones, to match Stede’s eyes. It’s weird to see Stede dressed the way he’s been since they arrived at the naval academy. All white and black and gray. Stede should be in bright colors all the time.

Yeah. Ed’s going to find some blue flowers for sure. Maybe some purple ones too. Maybe a couple red, if they’re around. Gonna make a whole thing out of it. Show Stede that he was listening to all those talks about color theory and clashing. He’s got another hour or two before Stede’s supposed to meet him. It’ll give him something to do.

They make it to the dock in shockingly good time. Ed gets out of the dinghy and spends a few more minutes threatening Gabriel, making sure the idiot isn’t going to say anything until Ed and Stede are so far out of reach that it won’t matter either way. It doesn’t take long.

Gabriel goes scampering off into the woods. Ed keeps the knife and heads off into a different part of the woods. Fuck it. He’s going to make a fucking bouquet. It’s going to be great.

*~*~*

Stede wakes up to a gun in his face and a flower in his hand.

The flower really takes a backseat, given the gun and everything. Even more so when Stede peers into the dark enough to see who is at the other end of it.

Nigel.

No, not Nigel. Chauncy. Nigel’s vengeance.

“Shhh,” grits out Chauncy. His face is ruddy and his breath stinks of alcohol. He jostles the barrel of the gun against Stede’s temple and it hurts more than it feels like it should, for just that little movement. The heavy metal rattles his brain in his skull. “Get up.”

This is not how Stede thought he was going to wake up tonight. Every muscle in his body is tensed to run, but there’s no chance of outrunning a gun when it’s this close. All he can do is meekly follow directions. Stede levers himself up, moving slowly to make sure not to set off the angry drunk man with a firearm. He climbs down from the top bunk, feeling clumsy and ungainly to be doing this with someone else’s attention fixed so clearly on him. Hard to get out of a bunk bed gracefully.

Chauncy does not risk the noise it would take to give any new commands. Instead, as soon as Stede has regained his balance, he feels the meaty weight of Chauncy’s hand as it clamps down on his shoulder. The barrel of the gun presses hard and cold between Stede’s shoulder blades. It’s silent as Chauncy shoves and manhandles and frog marches Stede in the direction he wants to go.

It’s funny, how much a situation that is nothing like a memory can still put you right back in that old headspace. Stede is a grown man in different clothes on a different island with a whole lifetime of lived experiences behind him. And still, this casual physical violence from Chauncy Badminton while Stede stands helpless. Things blur a bit. Stede moves with the gawky stiffness of adolescence. The cornered self-consciousness of a kicked dog.

But, no. That’s wrong. He’s not that teenager anymore. Stede has been a husband and a father and a pirate and a captain and a prisoner. He is not helpless. Not like he once was. Stede has a people positive management style, and he’ll be damned if this isn’t the time to use it.

Chauncy keeps pushing them deeper into the forest bordering the naval academy and Stede is going along as best as he can because he does actually know better than to try anything physical. Words, though. He can do words.

“Chauncy, take this from a man with regrets.” Stede has never once actually managed to say the exact right thing at the exact right time, but never let it be said that he knows when to stop trying. “Think this through!”

“Shut up,” Chauncy mutters, at the same time that he uses his grip on Stede’s shoulder to shove him forward.

And, oh.

Oh, this is bad.

It’s only just now sinking in: Stede is probably not going to survive this. Stede is going to die, killed by Chauncy Badminton like Stede killed Nigel. And his body, which has been distant and snowy until this moment, suddenly kicks online with a scream of panic. His muscles are clenched and trembling and every part of himself is going toward the effort of not taking off running into the woods because that would just end all of this faster but maybe that would be better. 

“All I’ve been doing is thinking. And drinking. Drinking and thinking. Do you know what conclusion I’ve reached?” Chauncy is muttering to himself behind Stede and it is becoming more and more clear that this is actually the end this time. Stede is going to die right here, right now, without Ed there to think of some fantastic escape and run in at the last minute. Stede really will have to face the consequences of his actions.

“Turn around.” The words come scraping and growling out of Chauncy like Stede has been cornered by a feral animal. His muscles are shaking and trembling and Stede slowly raises his hands and turns around, wobbling on his locked joints. There is a flash of purple in Stede’s peripheral. “Stede Bonnet,” the full name, always. The family name, always. “Is not a human.”

Chauncy is red-faced and panting with his rage. There is no coming back from this. Stede is going to die. He is going to die for all the things he has done, all the people that he has hurt, and he will never have a single chance to fix any of it.

“Just breathe.” Because he understands, he understands, fuck, of course he understands what Chauncy is doing. Just breathe. Chauncy, just breathe. Baby Bonnet, just breathe.

“You’re a monster. A plague.” Chauncy is pacing now, a caged animal, biting the words out and spitting them onto the dirt. “You defile beautiful things.” And he’s right, isn’t he? 

“My dear brother.” Stede hadn’t meant to kill Nigel, except for the part where he had. The part where the cold rage had snapped in his chest and he had lashed out to hurt him. The part where he didn’t regret it and still doesn’t and what kind of man is he, that he could kill someone and move on with his own life so easily?

“Your own family.” Mary. God, Mary. Who had done her level best to hold up their capsizing marriage for the sake of the children. Louis, who is safer away from Stede but who might not have anyone around him who can understand or speak his language. I don’t know what kind of bad influences you have allowed near your children. Alma, who melted the snow. Who looked up at him so softly and held his finger and brought him back to himself for the first time in years. Alma, who punched boys in the face when they dared to say something unkind about Louis. His family, who he had never been able to fit with but who didn’t deserve to lose him the way he left.

“You’ve even managed to bring history’s greatest pirate to ruin.” Ed. Edward. Blackbeard. Smiling at him in the secret closet the first time they met and dressing up with him and scowling with frustration after their fancy party and crying in a bathtub holding a silk robe and beardless. In naval custody, life signed away for the next decade. All because of Stede, a bad influence on everyone around him. Stede, who leaves everything he touches in ruins in his wake. Ed, his soulmate. A man to befriend or a woman to fall in love with and what did he think? That he could just run off to China with Ed and build a new life? As if that wouldn’t crumple and die the moment Stede dared to reach for it? As if Stede wouldn’t burn it himself with this raging fucking fire in his chest that never stops growing and wanting more than others can give?

“And here you are,” Chauncy hisses. “Unscathed. God’s perfect little rich boy.” 

Lily livered little rich boy

Baby Bonnet

Who’s the big gal?

And which is your favorite pig?

My parents say you’re a bad influence.

“I think you’re right.” He does he does he does. He’s known for years that this was all that he had to offer. It’s almost freeing, to finally have someone else who is willing to say it all out loud. To stop pretending as if it ever could have gone any way other than this. Stede is crying because he’s going to die, oh God, he’s going to die and he’s been trying to pretend he was something better than all of this but here is someone who isn’t letting him run away from it all, is making him pay the price for his choices and Stede doesn’t know if he is panicking or relieved or both.

“You don’t fool me.” Stede is going to die. Chauncy holds the gun steady, starts walking forward, and Stede is going to die. “The Stede Bonnet reign of terror ends toni-”

Chauncy trips.

He trips and it’s all moving in slow motion and his elbow hits the ground first, right on that nerve that makes the whole arm jerk, and Stede watches in slow motion while he is too frozen to do anything. The gun goes off, a burst of light and sound in the dark. The light leaves an afterimage that’s floating across Stede’s eyes but it’s not so impairing that he cannot see the dark hole, shot through the same eye that the sword went through Nigel.

And then

Chauncy Badminton

Is dead

Stede screams, the noise ripping out of him and raking knives through his throat. He can’t breathe. What was he thinking? How did he even get here and how does this keep happening and oh God what is he supposed to do now? He can’t breathe and his chest is tight and all his thoughts have flown right out of his head but there’s no snow only blaring alarms. He can’t breathe.

Stede loses time there, for a while. Maybe eons. Maybe seconds. He can’t breathe and his brain has flown away leaving him an empty gasping shell. There is nothing to ground him to the earth. No tether. Nothing holding him here.

The flower.

The flower he was holding when he woke up. It’s there, on the ground in front of Stede. He gets a proper look at it for the first time. A wildflower. A purple hibiscus, if Stede isn’t wrong. Hibiscus rosa-sinensis. It must have gotten crushed at some point in the commotion. Maybe when Stede woke up with a gun in his face, or during the walk through the woods. Maybe that moment when Stede realized that he was going to die. He thinks he probably dropped it when he raised his hands. At some point in all of that, it’s been crushed almost beyond recognition. The light purple petals are bruised and moist where they experienced too much pressure, and the stem looks like it was smashed into a pulp.

It’s crumpled, and with the steps Stede took back and the steps Chauncy was taking forward, it’s only a few inches away from his fallen form. The flower was already ruined, and Stede watches now as blood seeps from Chauncy’s head until it saturates the petals.

Stede sits on the cold and mossy ground of the forest and he holds his legs as tight to his chest as he can, alternating between gasping for air and huge, hiccupping sobs. He waits until he catches his breath.

And then, Stede Bonnet stands up. Unscathed. God’s perfect little rich boy.

And he walks away.

*~*~*

Ed spends a good long while searching for flowers. Too long, honestly, working to pick out just the right ones. It’s hard fucking work, especially when it’s so dark by now that he can’t be positive of just exactly which colors he’s picking. And some of the flowers are closing for the night which, wild, Ed had no fucking idea flowers could do. He always figured flowers just sort of kept on being flowers until they died or something. 

The point is: Ed gets really fucking into this flower thing, to the point that he kind of forgets to keep track of time and by the time he remembers that something other than flowers exists, his back is aching from bending over to see and his knee is radiating a sharp fucking pain and his mouth is dry.

So, it’s probably been a while.

Ed hustles over to the dock again, ready to meet Stede and apologize for not being there right when he arrived. Stede probably won’t mind too much, not when he has flowers to offer for an apology.

And Stede is, huh, Stede isn’t there. Which, okay, maybe Ed didn’t lose nearly as much time as he thought he did. But, like, he’s fucking Blackbeard. He can look at the stars to tell time, and it’s definitely later than it was supposed to be. Stede is definitely supposed to be here.

Maybe he got lost or something? The guard would have known how to find this place. It’s not particularly hidden from the naval academy and the only reason he’s using it is because it’s a small fucking island and they were planning such a quick turnaround it wouldn’t matter if they were a little conspicuous. Gone before the sun comes up.

So, maybe the guard didn’t get lost, but Stede could have. If the guard had led him here and then left and Stede had seen that Ed wasn’t there and went looking for him. Which, okay, if that happened, what’s Ed supposed to do then? He shouts as quietly as he can, just in case Stede is near enough to hear it, but there’s no response.

He left.

He didn’t leave. Stede said he was up for this and Ed trusts him to fucking speak up if he has something to say. Which means he didn’t leave. And Ed could go searching for him, but he’s reluctant to move away from the dock, in case Stede finds his way back.

The point is, Ed sticks around. For another few hours, he paces back and forth and strains his ears for any hint of noise from the brush. There are a few rabbits that pass by, but nothing else. No Stede.

He left.

He didn’t leave. Because he said that Ed makes him happy too. Because they are going to run away to China together. 

Ed waits another few minutes before the beast fully loses its cool, and the raging fury that accompanies waiting for an indeterminate amount of time flares beyond the limits of his self-control. Ed lashes the dinghy to the dock, hides the supplies in the underbrush, and storms off in the direction of the naval academy.

The guard he made a deal with is still fucking there, and Ed’s about to gut him without a word before he remembers that he actually does need to get answers from this man. Knife to throat, it doesn’t take long to discover that Stede had already been gone from his bunk when he went to carry out his task.

Which. Okay.

He left.

He didn’t. No, he didn’t. There’s a reason Stede walked off. Ed wants to track him down through the forest, like he’s seen other outdoorsmen do, but he can’t. Give him a ship to chase down and he can find it within the day. But land. Land has never been as kind to Ed. He doesn’t know how he would even begin to track down Stede.

Maybe Stede got excited. Maybe he left early and went out to try and find Ed. If that’s true, then there’s nothing Ed can do but go back to where he was waiting and hope Stede makes his way over.

He left. 

No. No. No.

Ed makes his way back to the tiny little dock. It’s not particularly hard to walk to. There’s a small game trail leading right there from the naval academy. It was never supposed to be a problem. They were supposed to be long gone by now.

He’s going to give Stede until dawn to find his way. In case he’s just spent all this time lost in the woods. In case he stumbles back to the naval academy and the guard can belatedly lead him down to meet Ed.

It’s dark, and quiet beyond the white-noise susurration of the leaves in the coastal wind. Ed is terrible at waiting. At being patient. At staying in one place. Ed is waiting. Even if each moment is taking a century, he’ll give Stede all the time he needs to show up.

Ed lays down flat on the wooden slats, feels the splinters press into his thin shirt, stares up at the night sky above. If you were going to make your own constellation, what would it be? He traces those same patterns in the sky now, still remembering the radiating heat as Stede leaned in close so they could follow the same sightline to the stars. Making their own constellations on the deck of The Revenge, long after everyone else was asleep.

He left.

…Yeah. He did.

There is a distant quiet inside of Ed. The beast, frozen still in a block of ice. The whole world taking place through six layers of muffling cushion.

It’s. He’s not. There’s nothing left to do. What is he supposed to do?

There’s this tiny fucking dinghy next to him and supplies in the woods. Ed signed a decade of his life away and then immediately cut and run. The English are going to be after him. He wants to lay here on this dock until the wood of it grows into new trees. Forming over him and sealing him here.

The English will find him long before that’s possible. The sky is starting to lighten with the dawn of a new day. Stede isn’t here because he left. The English are going to be moving through these waters again soon. Ed will die if he doesn’t move. And that would be bad because- because. It would be bad because it’s bad.

Ed is the still surface of a becalmed sea. The beast is frozen in his chest.

He gets into the dinghy as the sky purples above him.

He starts rowing.

#ofmd #our flag means death #blackbonnet #ofmd ed #edward teach #blackbeard #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #blackbeard x stede #stedward #edward x stede #ofmd fic #soulmate au #my writing #nettles

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A Lady and Her Borrower

Summary: Ms. Minerva and Mr. Elm, a brother-sister duo who run a model fairy village on the weekends. As they discuss how to make the village more immersive, Ms. Minerva spots a tiny Flora, and the two have a lovely conversation.

Word Count: 1293

Flora belongs to @whatifitwasgttho (ILY 😗😗😗 !!!)

Elm and Minerva belong to me

This is based off the interactions between Arrietty and Mrs Menzies from the Return of the Borrowers!

The setting sun glowed on Ms. Minerva and Mr. Elm as they discussed new ways to expand their "little garden." You see, they ran a business of a model village called the Fairy Woods. Mr. Elm would create the architecture and attractions, while Ms. Minerva would take care of the nature and create the little fairies, gnomes, and other creatures. All of which were handmade by herself.

"Do you think it would be a good idea to make a dragon?" Asked Mr. Elm, hand leaning ontop of the fairy church.

"A dragon?" Ms. Minerva lightly laughed.

"Mhm. It'd go somewhere near the castle. Maybe even on top. It gives the place more life, don't you think?"

Ms. Minerva towards her brother's hand. "I'm sure it would, but look at how peaceful everything is." She gestured her hand behind herself, showing off the beauty of what they had spent the past year making:

There was a gravel path that had a few pieces of grass sticking out of it. Surrounding it was as a barrier were rocks that children would paint for decoration, and a time capsule for if they would ever return. And, with the theme of the attraction being magic, some glitter was spread throughout.

If you walked down it, you'd see many fairy homes. Many of which were thick mushrooms with windows and doors, but others were tall tea pots, egg-shaped buildings, and, if you made it to the very center, a few manors, and a castle.

Of course, just seeing houses would get boring. That was where Ms. Minerva would come in. She would plant gorgeous flowers alongside the roads. She put in a small stream with a bridge above that lead to a small pond. She'd place clay mushrooms of a variety all around the woods. She even put around some fairy lights dangling from the trees, so when it got dark in late autumn, there would still be light.

And then, of course, were the inhabitants of the Fairy Woods. Ms. Minerva had handcrafted them all by herself. She had made fairies, gnomes, elves, and even some mermaids by the stream! She had a specific way of differentiating each creation from the other.

Ms. Minerva put her hand back down. "Don't you see? We don't need a dragon. If anything, I believe a sound machine would be more beneficial than...a..."

She glanced down to one of the houses. There was something small. A girl, with red hair, and a blue dress. Ms. Minerva had tried this color combination before on practically everything, but she had never made a wingless fairy.

He moved his head a bit closer to her. "Are you okay, Minnie? You haven't eaten since this morning, have you?"

Her eyes shifted back to her him. "Ah! N-No." She glanced back at the little girl. "Do you mind making some tea...?"

"Not at all." He said, before walking inside to make themselves some, leaving her to be alone with the girl.

Ms. Minerva made sure her footsteps were gentle towards the girl. She was practically frozen as she looked up at her! She could feel the fearful energy radiating from the little one. Her hand went over her chest. She crouched down to be closer to the girl's level. Her mouth move, but with words not coming out, until a few moments later.

"Are you real?"

The little girl kept her eyes on Ms. Minerva. Her voice was soft, and seemed to come from a genuine place of heart. Yet, she didn't respond. Though, Ms. Minerva did get her answer when the girl eventually blinked.

Her eyes widened. She was real. It almost made her smile, but she didn't want to scare her off. "Can you talk?"

Again, no verbal response. The only thing the girl before was doing was gripping onto the side of her blue dress.

"Ah, I guess you can't then..." She broke a small smile. "I like your dress."

"Thank you!" The little girl responded with an instant smile that quickly turned into a face of regret.

Minerva's smile went away, too. This was in a bit of shock. "So...you can speak?"

The little one slowly nodded, a frown growing on her face. "I promised my father I wouldn't."

"Oh dear!" Her eyes lit up. "And now I've made you break your promise, haven't I? I'm so sorry."

"You don't have to be, Ms." She shook her head. "He'd only get angry at me, not you."

"Ah." She nodded. "Do...you and your father...live here?"

The little one looked behind herself. Her orange locks swayed as she did so. She then looked back at the woman. "Can I trust you?"

Ms. Minerva nodded immediately. "Of course! Me and Mr. Elm run the Fairy Woods. We just want to-" She then cut herself off, realizing she didn't introduce herself to the girl. "I'm Minerva."

The little one slightly smiled at the woman. "Flora. A-And, yes, we're staying here for now. We're at the manor by the stream."

"Well, you have quite a beautiful name." She listened intently for the information on where she lived. She nodded. "Mm...I'd like to live there too if I was little as you were." She smiled fondly.

Flora couldn't help but smiled as well. "Are there other humans around here? Besides yourself and Mr. Elm?"

Minerva nodded. "Saturday's and Sunday's from ten to four. We open up the Fairy Woods to anyone who'd like to see them, weather permitting."

Flora's little eyes widened. "Do they see the inside of the houses?" Her voice raised a bit. Not in an angry way, but in a concerned voice.

"Well, they can certainly peek inside, but we never open them up." Minerva was confused as to why Flora was so anxious for the visitors. "I presume you're asking for you and your father's privacy?"

"Uh- yes." Flora nodded. "We wouldn't be able to stay if humans knew about our residency..."

"Oh!" Her eyes widened. "I'll leave you alone for now if you'd like. I won't tell anyone I've seen you - not even Mr. Elm. I'd hate for you to leave..."

Flora smiled at the woman. Her heart was racing with thankfulness. "Thank you." She nodded. "I guess my father and I should be getting some curtains, shouldn't we?" She awkwardly laughed.

"Do you know how to sew?" Minerva tilted her head. "I have some beautiful fabric you can use for it. A nice, muted turquoise. Goes along with the water theme."

"Really? Oh - would you? But can you place it somewhere near by? Maybe somewhere around this church, so my father thinks I've borrowed it?"

"Borrowed?"

"Mhm!" She looked down. "I know most humans think we steal from them, but we need to borrow to live, y'know?"

"I see." Minerva nodded. "You don't need to explain yourself anymore, little one. I know you mean no harm-"

"Minerva!" Called Mr. Elm. "Did you faint?"

"Oh n-no! Just...fixing a few tipped over fairies."

His footsteps were getting closer. She looked at little Flora once before looking back up at her brother. "Heard you talking. To your fairies? Or the plants?" A smirk painted itself on his face.

She rolled her eyes. "Yes, I was talking to a fairy." She looked down to where Flora originally was, but all of a sudden, there wasn't a trace of her in sight! She just continued staring at where she once was...

"Minerva!" Mr. Elm snapped his fingers by her ears until she flinched. "You need some food. Come on, you've been doing enough work for today."

"Alright..." She slowly stood up. Her eyes scanning everywhere for sight of the little girl. She furrowed her eyebrows. She hoped in heart to be able to see her again.

#g/t #g/t fluff #g/t writing #the borrowers #sfw g/t

[saintfl0rian]

Displaced AU : War Universe Brothers

These boys are a lot sadder than Peace Universe 😥

I put quite a bit but not a lot because I gotta save some stuff for the story, right? 😭

Mikey

16-years-old

Uses a kusarigama

Enjoys scavenging for pieces of shrapnel and other metal parts while on missions to build his sculpture

Has a pet rock

Tries to keep an upbeat, optimistic attitude while on missions for the sake of his brothers and himself

Tries to not let the destruction all around him get to him. It gets really hard

Loves scoring art supplies and materials while on lookout duty

Has random collections in his room. (Pebble collection, button collection, etc.)

Post-Death:

It's hard—so very hard to watch his brothers suffer as they mourn his death.

It's a strange, bitter experience to watch your loved ones as they live on without you, whether they want to or not

Seeing his brothers in such pain increased his will to help them out to defeat Draxum.

That will is also what is keeping him from moving on. The desire to help his brothers defeat Draxum anchors his soul to Earth.

Mikey just honestly hates to see his brothers so sad about his death.

Very quickly accepted the fact that he's now a ghost

After dragging Michael into his Universe, his ghost state is unstable from the usage of his mystic energy, causing him the go in and out of his ghost-like state.

Leo

17-years-old

Uses a katana

Along with Mikey, he tries to keep the mood up. But Leo has a harder time keeping it up.

Spends a lot of time training alongside Raph.

Always trips up Donnie's security alarms

Tried to make a vegetable garden so there wouldn't have to hunt/scavenge for food so often... It didn't go well 💀

His favorite brother is Mikey

Is always constantly joking, and dark jokes are his best friend. But really, it's more of him coping with the situation.

He sharpens his katana whenever he is nervous about a mission

Post-Mikey's Death:

Mikey died in his arms.

Fell into a deep depression. Couldn't accept Mikey's death. Leo just wishes he could turn back time to prevent his death.

Often sat in Mikey's room, fiddling with his things and reminiscing old memories.

He couldn't eat the week Mikey died.

Donnie

18-years-old

Uses a naginata

Is always cooped up in his room when not on a mission or look-out duty.

Constantly working on a new project without any breaks in between.

Hopes to create tech that helps out the family

Never let's anyone in about the projects he's working on. And honestly, he has a whole closet filled with ideas that didn't go well.

The underground base is filled with his security measures and cameras

A pessimist. But he is very thankful for Mikey's outlook on situations.

Is the best at recon missions. He's generally a pretty sneaky guy

Also happens to be the most ruthless and unforgiving of his brothers. Mikey being the most forgiving

Post-Mikey's Death:

After the initial depression of Mikey's death, all Donnie felt was rage.

Rage at the world, at Draxum, and most of all, himself.

Became very angry and bitter over Mikey's death. He just wants to run at Draxum and end him once and for all. Not for the sake of humanity but the sake of Mikey.

Raph

19-years-old

Uses a kanabo

Has a brute-force based fighting style. Pretty effective when wiping out huge hordes of Yokai Soliders

Spends a lot of time training to protect his brothers

His greatest fear is not being there when they need him the most

Is on look-out duty most often.

He knows his brothers can handle themselves on missions, but he always keeps an extra eye out for them

Pushes his brothers (mostly Mikey and Donnie) to train

Always thinks about what would happen if something bad happened to him. He wants to make sure that his brothers can handle themselves without him. Just in case, you know?

Post Mikey's Death:

Puts on a strong front for his brothers. Only for his brothers. Really though, Raph is constantly blaming himself for Mikey's death.

The time he spends out on missions and look-out doubled. It takes his mind off of Mikey

Spends his nights staring at the ceiling of his bedroom, feeling empty. Started to question just who he was if he couldn't even save his brother

Splinter

Is dead. 😭😭😭

Died 6 years ago while protecting his sons from a horde of Yokai soldiers.

Since Splinter's death, Raph has been taking care of his siblings and is a substitute father-figure

[addierose444]

My Favorite Cooking YouTube Channels

It rained all weekend and I was a bit low energy (still went rock climbing both days though), so I initially had no idea what to write about this week. I watched a number of cooking videos this weekend, so thought I’d share some of my favorite YouTube cooking channels. While I enjoy both watching cooking videos and actually cooking, I very rarely actually cook recipes from cooking videos. While I’m likely inspired and influenced to some extent, for me it’s really just a form of entertainment. It’s a bit old, but you may also be interested in my post about YouTube Channels for 2021. 

Claire Saffitz x Dessert Person

I was first introduced to Claire a few years back through her Bon Appétit series Gourmet Makes. During each episode she would try to recreate a different iconic packaged food. While that series ended a long time ago, I do rewatch episodes from time to time and enjoy watching Claire on her channel. As mentioned in the intro, I primarily watch cooking shows for pure entertainment; however, I have actually used one of Claire’s recipes. Specifically, the last two Thanksgivings, I’ve made her apple crumble pie to great success. With Claire’s background in pastry and cookbook entitled Dessert Person, her channel features a number of desserts. While I don’t have a huge sweet tooth, I tend to prefer baking to cooking so it’s fun to have this more baking focused channel. With that said, nowadays I never actually bake as I don’t have the need or equipment to do so. 

Carla Lalli Music

Like with Claire, I was first introduced to Carla through Bon Appétit. I like Carla’s channel because it’s amusing and she makes delicious looking pasta dishes. While I haven’t made any of the recipes from her channel, I have made her fettuccine alfredo from an old Bon Appétit video. It’s funny though, because I literally made her alfredo last night and she literally just posted a video with an optimized alfredo sauce today. Thus, I’ll need to try out the new version soon to compare!

Brian Lagerstrom 

I discovered Brian’s channel sometime last year and was immediately hooked. He brings in knowledge and techniques from his experience working in professional kitchens and clearly puts a lot into his recipe development. Despite not yet trying any of his recipes, I feel pretty confident that they’d all turn out great. While very enjoyable to watch, his videos are also packed with information.

Ethan Chlebowski

In addition to recipe and food challenge videos, Ethan’s creates some incredible longer form deep dive videos. I’d watched Ethan’s videos from time to time, but only more recently actually subscribed and explored his catalog of older videos. 

Pro Home Cooks

I actually just subscribed to this channel today because I noticed that I’d watched and enjoyed most of the recent videos. As the name suggests, this channel is focused on leaving up as a home cook. While I don’t have a garden here, it’s cool to see how many of the ingredients the host Mike sources from his own garden. 

America's Test Kitchen

While I love America’s Test Kitchen, I only watch a handful of their videos and subsequently haven’t subscribed. However, looking at their video page I really am considering subscribing as all the videos look great. The one series that I watch religiously is What's Eating Dan? with Dan Souza. I also love Gear Heads, which is a show about the best cooking equipment. Recently I’ve also been enjoying Techniquely with Lan Lam and honestly need to go back and watch all of the episodes. 

Epicurious

This is another channel that I enjoy, but don’t actually subscribe to because the upload frequency is just too high and I don’t/wouldn’t watch all of the videos. My favorite series is 4 Levels in which three chefs of varying cooking abilities (amateur, home cook, and expert) all cook the same dish. Each episode concludes with a food scientist (level four) discussing the decisions each chef made from a food science perspective. I haven’t watched it recently, but another cool series is Pro Chef vs. Home Cook in which “expert chefs swap recipes and ingredients with adventurous home cooks.”

NYT Cooking

This is yet another channel that I don’t subscribe to but enjoy videos from. In addition to her individual YoutTube channel, Claire Saffitz has a mini series on NYT Cooking called Try This at Home. Another fun series on NYT Cooking is Sohla El-Waylly’s Mystery Menu. Other chefs I enjoy watching on NYT Cooking include Melissa Clark and Eric Kim. While I have cooked a number of Melissa’s recipes (and have had great success with them), for the most part I’ve discovered her recipes (and watched her videos) from the actual NYT Cooking website and not their YouTube channel. 

#cooking #cooking videos #cooking shows #YouTube

[bluemoonfantasiesiii]

The young artist and the fireworks maker were so happy and pleased by the words of joy and complement they receive from all of them "so happy to know you all loved it~! I will keep up the good work and make more beautiful ones in the future~!! Keep an eye for my new shows~!!" The lady exclaimed feeling victorious over the show while Vincent was a bit blushy about it but accepted "thank you, but it is truly Miss Yoi's lead. I merely set them on fire in time as she tell" he said bashfully before he felt a playful pats on his shoulder "come on~! You were my right hand~! We should totally do this again!!" she argued with big bright smile which he just nodded his head to with sweet smile.

Lily chuckled and moved up to pat the happy dog then gave her a kiss and hugged her again together with Ruby "yes~! She is so lovely and fluffy~~!! I love you~, Yuki~~!" She mumbled before looking around and called for Yoimiya "Miss. Yoimiya~! Come and play with us~!" The woman giggled and skipped to pats the three of their heads playful messing their hairs and the puppy "you three are so Adorable~!!" she exclaimed happily before get the three of them in a big embrace full of love and happiness having the puppy to 'woffs' few times before give all of them an appreciation lick on the cheek forcing all of them to giggle together.

Vincent chuckled at the cute sight before looking for Nigredo only to find he and Albedo are slipping away quietly. The man followed them and gently hold on Nigredo's right shoulder to get his attention "don't you want to show Yoimiya your especial thing? I have them with me now" he told him with sweet smile being a bit careful of his words since there are so many people around them.

Nigredo jolted and whipped his head around, sighing in relief upon seeing Vincent.

“O-oh, right! The seed bombs! I completely forgot!” He turned to his younger brother. “Al, you go ahead back to the village. I’m gonna be a little while.”

Albedo nodded and scurried away.

“Hey, Yoimiya!” the Erdeprinz called. “Now that you’re free, wanna see something cool~?”

“Always!” said the young woman. “What is it?”

“Uh, we’ll need to get a little further from the crowd, for safety reasons.”

“Ooh, now I’m even more excited! Come on!”

She took the gardener by the wrist and dragged him to a secluded ledge before letting go and rocking on her heels in anticipation.

“Is this good?” she asked.

“Perfect!” The alchemist summoned a little black bag to his hand. “So, you know I’m a botanical alchemist, right? Well, I recently figured out how to turn flowers into explosives.”

Yoimiya’s eyes sparkled as the other continued.

“Being a Pryo user in the land of Electro, I’m sure you’re aware of how those two elements react to each other. Evidently, if you grind up some dormant Electro crystals and sprinkle them onto the seed pod of a flaming flower, you can make a nifty little bomb, as the two elemental energies ignite on impact.”

Nigredo fished a seed pod out of the sack and chucked it over the ledge. When it landed on the next level down, it burst into a dazzling display of red flames and violet sparks before fizzling out.

Yoimiya clapped and cheered. “Amazing!” she said. “Beautiful, and practical in a pinch, too!”

The alchemist held out the sack to her. “Would you like the rest of them?”

“Really? I can have them??”

“Of course. I can always make more.”

She carefully took the sack and tucked it away. “Wow! Thanks, Nigredo!”

“Don’t mention it~ …No seriously, don’t. I might get in trouble, and my brother will never let me hear the end of it.”

The young woman laughed at that. “Alright, I won’t tell anyone about my super-secret supplier~”

#moon answers shit #vincent anon #rhinesons au

[frogeye-pierce]

Wings Posting Wednesday! This one was rattling around inside my head while I was at work today :)

~ @giaucherie @crickelwood ~

#this ones a bit more ‘rock’ but I needed this energy while I was gardening for 10 HOURS today aaaa #I love this thanks guys :) #wings #music #wings posting wednesday #Spotify

[bratz-kitten]

ASTRO OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

gemini and pisces placements are similar in the sense that geminis are able to see things from all perspectives, while pisces are able to empathise with people who have all sorts of different perspectives. pisces placements... be careful with over-empathising with the people who hurt you to the point where you’re understanding why they did it and you start excusing their actions. gemini placements... be careful with seeking the multi-layers and million different perspectives in everything and everyone to the point where you’re driving your own mind insane and you don’t know what your opinion is anymore because you hyper-analyse so much. too much of a good ability becomes a curse.

people with venus-mars aspects have a talent for making people who hate them fall in love with them 💋

moon in the 11th house natives tend to attract friends who get into scandals. moon in the 10th house natives tend to be the ones who get into said scandals. it’s a PERFECT FRIENDSHIP

capricorn placements have a talent for knowing how to make things last. they want to prolong the enjoyment they get out of something for as long as possible, which is why their hobbies, friendships and relationships tend to last a lifetime... hedonistic sluts

since both the 7th house and the 11th house rule fandoms, celebrities with a 7th house or 11th house neptune can attract fans who view them as angels who can’t do nothing wrong — because of this, those celebrities rarely take accountability for their mistakes, since people keep pushing the “but they’re perfect :(“ light on them

pluto conjunct ascendant natives always come off as very serious during first impressions, no matter how approachable and inviting they strive to appear.

sun and moon in the 10th house people may feel as if they’re always exposed to the public eye, they can’t get away with keeping things secretive. others always notice whatever they want kept on the low. this can be especially frustrating if they notice that others aren’t exposed to the same kind of scrutiny that they are for simply existing

lilith in pisces bitches have a natural talent for appearing like angels even in situations where they are 100% guilty. it’s very easy for them to put on their vulnerable, lost puppy act lmfao, which triggers others’ protective instincts. they may be able to cry on cue when people call them out on their bullshit, making them feel like THEY’re the shitty ones for confronting the lilith native... it’s insane

lilith in the 12th house natives may feel as though the themes of lilith are trapped in their psyche, at the core of who they are and those themes become unavoidable for them — they’re always there, lurking in the shadows, becoming the center of their nightmares

people with mercury in the 1st house can feel veryyy threatened and defensive when someone possesses knowledge in an area that they don’t, it’s like it hits them right on their biggest fears. they often either try to “one-up” the other person in an attempt to heal their broken ego or shut down altogether in insecurity. it’s imperative that they work on developing a strong sense of self-worth because they can be extremely prone to comparing their mental skills to those of other people.

people with personal planets in the 12th house may feel as though a lot of their artistic drive is stifled by their lack of energy. like... in the mental realm there’s a lot going on and it’s incredible, but then you pick up a pen to actualize your visions and you feel exhaustion immediately overtaking you. it can feel like there’s a lot to your psyche that feels inaccessible to you not because you don’t want to explore it, but because you have yet to restore the energy to dive deep into it. this can be especially noticeable if there’s absolutely no 5th house energy in the chart

people with jupiter in an earth sign love being surrounded by greeneries in their home; they may take a lot of enjoyment out of taking care of plants, gardening, cooking and stuff of the sort. it makes them feel more grounded, independent, and even healed. they also LOVE scents that connect them to nature like the scent of grass and the ocean.

air mercuries can be very beware of strangers, they can feel offended when their friends make them socialize with someone they don’t know and it can take a hot while before they trust the person enough to lower their defences a bit. they need to know it’s safe before expressing their usual sexy eccentric selves in front of someone new. on the other hand, aries placements can also hate being introduced to new people through their friends but it’s mostly because they’re very territorial over them, and can’t stand the thought that this new person can hurt their friendship in any possible way

meanwhile, it’s probably an earth or leo/sagittarius mercury introducing new friends to the group. they’re so fucking good with people and it shows in how they make people feel welcomed so easily, it’s like they “take” the person in and adopt them into the group. they can’t stand seeing someone being treated like an outcast because they know how it sucks to feel rejected, so they’ll try their best to make you feel included

while on the subject of people who hate seeing others be treated like an outcast because they know how it feels like to be rejected: SCORPIO RISINGS. bro. people underestimate how chill they can actually be. if they see you being left out, they’ll approach you with no fucks given and do anything in their power to make you feel comfortable. they do so well in group settings.

and while on the subject of scorpio risings... i have a scorpio rising friend and he goes thru it on the daily. he often complains that people are always suspicious of him and that they seem repulsed by him, strangers on the street will stay tf away from him. and it’s so heartbreaking because his personality is so friendly and welcoming and it doesn’t at all match his intimidating appearance. scorpio risings have this energy that not many people can handle, others feel either really drawn to them or downright scared of them because of the “danger” element they seem to carry in them

i know two people who are both scorpio suns and libra moons and they look the exact same, even though they have different risings. brown, deep-set eyes, coarse dark hair, naturally tanner skin tone — and they have the same style as well, using lots of band t-shirts and dark clothing. scorpio energy is always so noticeable wherever it is i swear, it’s like it takes over the rest of the chart

gemini moons are what yall claim gemini venuses to be. like, seriously... have you ever met someone with a gemini venus? they don’t need constant stimulation or else they’ll get bored and cheat. not in the slightest; actually, they’re often incredibly loyal and crave longterm, committed relationships. if anything, they need stimulation outside of their relationship in the form of a good, exciting career and hobbies so that they don’t get too addicted to their partner and to constantly analysing every aspect of their relationship. gemini moons however, tend to have multiple partners throughout life and they often feat deep commitment. they can be huge players imo, IT’S THEM YOU SHOULD BE WORRIED ABOUT!

sagittarius placements are so... tactile? like, they love to touch things. when they go to stores and stuff, they’ll start holding everything that catches their attention— it’s like they can only decide if they want to buy something after thouroughly exploring how it feels, the texture and the energy that the object gives them through touch. and they talk so much with their hands. it makes me so anxious like bitch you aren’t selena gomez, i promise you that you CAN keep your hands to yourself

taurus placements are so weird to me, i can’t understand them. it’s like they’re afraid of exploring their own depths, which in turn makes me unable to explore them. okay, how do i put this... it’s like they have this preset idea of who they are and after deciding so, they’re unwilling to let go of it. “i’m the stable friend who’s here for everyone even when i can barely take care of my own self” and then that’s who they are: the people who are a steady rock in the lives of others, taking care of everyone. and then they refuse to change even after getting hurt. and then, it’s like... well, you can’t just be that. you are a human who contains multitudes, but i don’t think you give yourself enough credit on how layered you are. that fear of changeability, that need to be the one stable thing in a world full of unpredictability will only damage you in the end, because you won’t get to fully experience life’s greatest pleasure: knowing yourself. becoming your own best friend, exploring every layer that there is to your being. i think you deny yourself of that experience because you fear that, with self-learning comes self-growth which leads to transformation. and you fear transformation because you don’t want to change for the worst. but like... transformation is necessary and with that comes adaptability + flexibility, which are things you could greatly benefit from.

scorpio venuses can be so pessimistic— and when they’re in a dark mindset, it’s so difficult to pull them out of it. it’s so difficult to get them to see the good in difficult situations, and to help them believe that it gets better. but even if you don’t believe me, i’ll keep telling you; it does get better. you’ll get through this.

jupiter in the 4th house is an indicator of food having been an amazing part of your childhood; there might’ve been a lot of feasts and you could’ve had a parent who loved to cook. being well fed might be a huge concern for you now; you might get sick easily when you’re eating fast food and non-traditional plates.

mercury square uranus is an extremely difficult aspect to have because, in your earlier years, you might’ve felt dumb or like there was something wrong with your intelligence because you might’ve found school difficult due to it’s structured nature that didn’t fit with the way you like to learn things— you need to learn in an interactive way that piques your interest. your anxiety and any traumatic experienced that you faced could’ve heavily impacted your school performance. you might’ve had an ease with learning but then, when it came to doing the written tests, you couldn’t perform to the best of your abilities. either way, school might’ve been a source of a lot of stress and difficulty.

mercury square pluto can have some weird manifestation where, like... you suspect things but you always suspect the wrong things. i’ve met a few people with this aspect and all of them were extremely suspicious of the most random things who were literally normal and innocent. this aspect can cause a lot of chaos to one’s interpersonal relationships because you might find yourself suspecting your loved ones in the weirdest circumstances due to your trust issues, which in return causes them to lose trust in you + the want to confide in you because you keep questioning everything they’re up to WHEN THEY’RE NOT UP TO ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. probably the most frustrating thing that can happen with this aspect is when you always suspect what you shouldn’t, but then, when sketchy things are actually happening that should be questioned, you don’t bat an eye to it. omfg it drives me insane

moon conjunct the ascendant can make someone have a very delicate appearance that gives others the impression that they need to handle you like fine china or else you might break. my mother has this at a very tight orb and whenever i bring people over, their first impression of her is always “she looks so frail”. the native might be extremely sensitive to every minor inconvenience which brings a lot of frustration to them, a feeling that they can’t control their reactions and inner turmoil. it can also suck when you don’t want to be depicted as the victim but then that’s the way everyone perceives you. the native might have very expressive and shiny eyes, and they can cry easily. it’s very difficult for them to hide their emotions.

your jupiter sign can signify where you feel an overflow of energy. jupiter in cancer may feel like you have an overflow of nurturing and protective energy towards your loved ones, with a lot of intuition and need for introspection. jupiter in leo can make you feel like you a talent for self-expression and dealing with others, being overly dramatic and prideful at times, and with a huge drive to have fun. jupiter in virgo can feel an overflow of perceptive qualities, with a huge amount of self-awareness and also awareness of your surroundings, ability to constantly analyse and a constant strive for perfection (which btw is impossible since perfection is unattainable and you’re a human being who makes mistakes and that’s completely fine. stop finding flaws where there aren’t none).

#astrology #capricorn #aries #libra #aquarius #taurus #sagittarius #virgo #leo #gemini #scorpio #cancer #pisces #venus-mars #moon in the 10th house #moon in the 11th house #neptune in the 7th house #neptune in the 11th house #pluto conjunct ascendant #moon conjunct ascendant #sun in the 10th house #lilith in pisces #lilith in the 12th house #mercury in the 1st house #jupiter in taurus #jupiter in capricorn #jupiter in virgo #scorpio rising #gemini venus #jupiter in the 4th house

[the-broken-truth]

The dimitrescus, Donna and Mother Miranda x 👨 reader. Reaction when reader is working out shirtless? (Love your works by the way, can't stop reading all of it!💕)

Broken Truth (Looks at Ask): This is interesting...LET'S GO!!!

- Alcina Dimitrescu -

Alcina was walking around the castle, looking for her lover.

When she woke up - he was not in bed.

When she went to the kitchen - he was not there either.

She searched the garden (He loved tending to the flowers), the library (He would read there with Bela), the armory (Daniela loved showing her father figure all the weapons she had), and the study (He would pat with Cassandra) - he was not in any of those places and none of the girls had seen him.

Then she remembered that her lover had been having a hard time lately when Mother Miranda commented that he didn't look like much and wasn't worthy of being by Alcina's Side.

He spent most of his money on him - none of Alcina's - to purchase metal contraptions to 'become worthy of his wife'.

He had been in that room for hours on end for about 5 months now.

'He might be in there.' Alcina wondered as continued down the hall to her Husband's Workout Room.

The closer she got to the room - the door was open and the light was on the room - the sound of grunting and metal clanking together got louder and louder.

She ducked her head a bit and walked into the room - holding her hat to make sure it didn't fall off - and rose to her full height. She opened her mouth the speak but once her sight was no longer obscured by the brim of her hat, her jaw dropped, her face began to warm up, and her body tingled.

Before her - her husband stood: his back was to her and he was wearing nothing except his boxers - his very tight boxes; she would see his defined butt and it was amazing.

In his hands were large weights that he lifted and flexed his muscles - Alcina could see every muscle flex.

His skin was shining with sweat and the smell of his musk was driving Alcina crazy - she wanted to jump his bones. So very bad.

What she didn't know was that her beloved had developed a sense to detect her and knew she was watching him...so he decided to tease his Lady and Mistress.

He dropped the weights in his hands and raised one of them opened palmed to the sky before summer suiting forward and landing on that hand to where his feet were pointing to the ceiling before beginning his set of one-handed push-ups. This time - facing her.

Alcina's eyes widened at her lover's chiseled body - the drops of sweat flowing through the cracks of his abs and biceps...then she made the mistake of looking up and saw the large bulge in his tight underwear.

That's it - she had enough.

"Beloved." She called out, making the man look at her with a smirk - her face was bright red and she was biting her bottom lip.

"Alcina, My Love. When did you arrive?" He asked faking confusion.

"That doesn't matter. I need you to accompany me to our bed chambers. Now."

"Our Bed Chambers?" The man asked as he flipped him to stand upright. "It is breakfast time, is it not?" He raised an eyebrow as he walked closer to the tall woman - his scent flooding her nose.

"Well..." Her eyes glowed dangerously, "I'm having Blood Sausage for breakfast."

She grabbed his wrist and marched to their room with him in tow, locking the door, and refused to leave that room until she was pregnant with the Latest Dimitrescu Spawn.

- Bela Dimitrescu -

Bela was bored and in need of some cuddles so she went looking for her lover - the only man-thing her mother and sisters approved of.

She looked at the grandfather clock and saw it as around 9:45 - her lover would be in his workout room to burn off any extra energy before showering and going to bed.

She floated down the hall to her husband's workout room and walked into the room without knocking - it was her man and she could do whatever she wanted regarding him.

What she wasn't prepared for was the sight on the other side of that door.

Her Husband was boxing with the sandbag.

In nothing but his boxers.

She could see everything - from the singular drops of sweat that ran down his sculpted body to every single flex of muscle with every move he made.

If the sight didn't have her done it - it was his smell.

The room was filled with the smell of musk that he was giving off and it was intoxicating - it radiated power and it was making her hungry.

"Darling?" His deep voice returned her from her fantasies of all the ways she wanted him to rock her world but the fact she could see his imprint from his shorts sent her mind back into the gutter. "Bela, is there something wrong?"

"Do you always...working out like this at night?" She questioned as she walked slowly to her man.

"Yes, it's hard to move in clothes; I keep my boxers on just make sure I don't scar any maids."

"Scar Them?" Bela tilted her head with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

"Well...the one time I worked out naked, a maid came in without knocking and she looked like she saw a ghost."

Bela was pissed.

"A maid saw you naked?!" She hissed. "Where is that harlot?!"

"Your Mother turned her into wine 3 nights ago."

'Good, I won't have to kill her myself. As for you..."

"NGH!" He clenched his teeth as Bela's hand wrapped around his throbbing manhood.

"You're going to learn to lock your door when in this room...and punishment for failing to inform me about that whore."

The Next Morning - Bela & [Y/N] weren't at breakfast.

- Cassandra Dimitrescu -

Cassandra would already be with her beloved because they were each others' sparring partners.

Cassandra would be doing push-ups while her beloved would be jumping rope.

She would look at him and smirk - she loved the way his body moved during intense workouts and the smell he gave off was perfect; it made her hungrier and hungrier with each passing moment.

When it would be time for the spar - her lover would use one arm to test himself more than he needs to for he wanted to be worthy of dating a Dimitrescu Daughter.

While sparring - Cassandra would try to pin him and have her ay with him - whether that would be drinking his blood or having him devour her like a full course meal.

This time - it was different.

She threw a punch at him but it was grabbed by his free arm and used against her to wrap around her neck, once he was behind her, he used his knees to the back of hers to make her fall to them and then lay on the mat.

Once his other hand was free, it snaked around her body and into her shirt, where it grabbed and twisted one of her nipples - making the girl squirm under him.

"D...Darling? What are you...?" She began but was cut off when his teeth locked into her neck.

"Every time we train, you make me submit to you. This time - you're mine, Cassandra Dimitrescu."

And his was exactly what he made her.

Daniela walked down the hall looking for her sister when she heard moaning coming from behind the door leading to the training room - she leaned in to listen and went to find her mother.

"Mother?"

"Yes, Dear?" Alcina asked as she looked up from the book she was reading.

"Why didn't you tell us Daddy was coming to visit & he brought presents?"

"Darling, you don't have a father."

"Then why did I hear Cassandra saying "More, Daddy! More!" in the training room?"

Alcina went wide-eyed as the glass in her hand shattered and the one thing she thought was...

'I'm too young for grandkids...'

- Daniela Dimitrescu -

CHOMP!!

"OW!!!"

She smelled something delicious and followed that smell to her lover's training room and found him completely naked with the exception of his undergarments, shadow boxing himself.

He looked like a full snack with the sweat making his body glaze and his muscles looking like beefcakes - he was just begging to be bitten and that's exactly what she did.

"Daniela? What was that for?" He asked her as he looked over his shoulder at his wife - who was clinging to his back like a koala with her fangs in his shoulder blade.

"I couldn't help it, love. Your scent was driving me crazy and I was in the mood for a snack." Daniela tried to say but her fangs were still in his skin.

"Dani, I was training, and as much as I would move to be your mid-morning meal; I need to get back at it if I want to keep the form you love so much."

"I love you for who you are - the body is just a plus. I don't want you to train, I want you to take me to bed and cuddle me."

"But..."

"Do you love me?" Dani asked.

"Yes, without a doubt." He answered.

"Would you do anything for me?" She asked again.

"Without question." He said.

"Then I want you to stop training and take me to our bedroom so that we can cuddle and make little vamp-babies."

"...Okay."

- Donna Beneviento -

Donna would be walking around Beneviento Manor - looking for the man who stole her heart. Who accepted her and her dolls and loved them all equally.

He wasn't in his normal spots but she did remember that he recently got interested in getting in better shape and asked her if there was anywhere in Beneviento Manor she would be alright with him making it into a workout room - she gave him one of the rooms on one of the floors under the house floor.

Donna walked down the hall without Angie as she followed the sounds of something grunting in effort echoing down the hall's walls.

She reached the opened room but didn't want to just walk in and disturb her love so she peeked around the corner and her eye widened while she let a gaspy moan escape her lips,

Her lover was laying on the weight bench with a long metal bar in his large hands - giant iron circles on each end.

She looked closer at the circles - 500 Pounds. That made her shiver - she knew he was strong but to be able to bench that much was...alluring.

She looked at his shining skin.

Listening to her man's grunts with each lift of the bar.

The define lines in his muscles with each movement he made.

It made her hot. She rubbed her legs together before she hid behind the wall completely and pressed her forehead against the cold wall.

She needed to get a hold of herself - she was like she had no control of herself but when she was around him, it was like she forgot all she was and wanted nothing more than her man.

She was so focused on keeping herself from relieving herself right then and there that she didn't notice she was no longer alone until a familiar weight pressed against her back and she was completely pressed against the wall.

"It looks like you have a very serious itch, My Love." his voice growled as his hand moved closer and closer to her throbbing organ.

"I...I can explain..." She blushed in her weak, gasping voice; she was embarrassed but having her lover so close with his body radiating power made her weak.

"Let me...help you with that, My Lady." He growled before one hand reached the buttons on the top of her dress and the other was cupping her womanhood while she bit her lip in hopes of being silent.

A few moments later - he had her on that same bench that was still drenched in his sweat and scent, her hands gripping the metal poles that held the long rod over her head' sweat dripping from her body as she was stretched apart.

She was pleading for him to continue to Beneviento Bloodline with her.

Begging him to make her family's bloodline stronger than it ever was before.

Crying for him to make her a mother.

Who was he to deny his lady what she wished?

- Mother Miranda -

Miranda stood n her lab, looking at the results from the latest experiment and possible host for Eva but once again - it wasn't good enough and it makes her angry.

Once again - so close but so far away.

"Miranda? Love?" A familiar male voice called out to her.

She looked up at was met with the shirtless, bare-chested, sweaty body that was the man she entrusted her heart to.

He stood there in the doorway with a towel around his neck while one hand used an edge of the towel to wipe the sweat from his face.

The Village Leader blushed but then looked away from him to keep from looking upon her face.

"[Y/N]. Darling. I thought we talked about you walking around the lair like that. It's rather...distracting." She said.

"I do hope you'll forgive me but I sensed that something was bothering you and I wanted to make sure you were alright." The man said as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her stomach and pulling her back into his bare chest.

"Your...concern for me is welcomed, Darling, but I must return to work. Please, do prepare yourself for dinner; I shall be down in a moment." Miranda said as she reached for a book, only to her lover's hand to stop her.

"Miranda." He turned her to face him - worry and compassion in his eyes. "You've been working on this for over a week straight; you haven't taken any time for yourself...or for me." He was sad - afraid his lover had forgotten about him.

"My Love, I'm sorry I have made you feel this way but...I'm so close, Darling. I can return her to us and...MPH!" She was cut off by a deep kiss. She melted into it before he pulled away from her.

"Enough of this for one night, My Love. Let me take care of you...and make you see you don't need to Cadou for a child. Just...me" He kissed her again and she wrapped her arms around him; submitting to his command and desire.

It would be a year later that Miranda would invite the Lords to meet Eva and Ethan Winters arrived in the village - only for his wife and child to be given back to him and escorted out of the village; never to be seen again.

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