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NEVER THE DARK

Chapter 11

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Prologue - Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10

Warnings: discussions of addiction, body horror

Chapter art by @artqueen02 (Thank you!!)

THERE ARE WAYS OUT.// THERE IS A LIGHT SOMEWHERE.// IT MAY NOT BE MUCH LIGHT// BUT IT BEATS THE DARKNESS.

Lloyd keeps quiet as they walk, lost in thought. He analyzed the dinner conversation in his head to see if he could gather any new information, but Birdy and Samira both were skilled at saying nothing of note if they spoke carefully enough.

“Are you alright?” Birdy asks quietly.

“As much as I can be in this situation.” Lloyd grimaces, “There’s things I want to ask you.”

“Later.” Birdy promises, “When we’re outside the nest.”

They round the corner into a downward slope that takes them all the way back down to ground level. Birdy confidently passes several branching pathways until they come to the last one, walking the corridor in silence. At the end is a large vaulted room that opens up to a massive cave mouth in the side of the mountain. Ila is there with her back turned, but the moment Lloyd and Birdy step closer her tentacles wiggle and tap at her until she spins to face them.

“Oh, hey guys.” Her tentacles deliver two old fashioned saddles, presenting them to the two men with a flourish. Only now does Lloyd take a moment to look around at the wooden stalls around the room. In Ninjago these saddles would settle onto the backs of big wooly wallopers, but there’s a distinct lack of massive horns poking out of each stall. Instead…

Lloyd gasps, “Are we going to ride horses!?” He demands excitedly, pointing at the unassuming brown beast resting in its stall, “Do I get to pick mine!?”

Ila looks surprised, brown eyebrows raising, “I figured you wouldn’t want to. You like them…?”

“They’re adorable!” Lloyd gushes, walking over to a hoofed monster and raising a slow hand to pat its thick tree-trunk of a neck.

“Well, uhm, sure, you’re welcome to pick then. Anyone other than Topstitch, she’s Samiras mare.” She glances at Birdy and offers a knowing smile, “I have a feeling Suncup is off the market as well.”

Birdy approaches a white horse that makes an adorable whinny as he steps closer. The horse's mane and tail are a pale gray and its coat is lightly mottled with more of that color. It’s eyes are a deep, intelligent black, “Suncup is the horse I typically use.” Birdy explains, smoothing a palm down the colt's long nose.

“He’s beautiful,” Lloyd remarks, “But I think I like…” He squints at the nameplate by the stall door, “Honeysuckle.” She’s a beautiful solid brown mare with a light colored mane, and she noses her head under Lloyd's hand when he reaches out to see if she’ll accept a pet, lavishing under the attention.

“Honeysuckle is one of the sweetest and most reliable we have. Good choice!” Ila hands the two of them a bundle of straps that she shows Lloyd how to place along with the saddle so that both horses are prepared for the trek. After the horses headgear is all in place, Ila passes them both a small rucksack of food and water for the trip.

“Thank you, Ila.” Birdy takes his bag and Lloyd parrots him.

“It’s already big news in town that you’re headed to the graveyard.” She informs them, “Three funeral flowers… Birdy, that’s a tall order.”

“I will see you soon.” He promises and she nods, uncertain.

Birdy motions to Lloyd and demonstrates how to get on the horse. After only falling two times, Lloyd successfully mounts the ever patient Honeysuckle and they head out the garage entrance and onto a hard packed pathway into what must be a courtyard or garden area that separates the palace from the rest of town. They wind their way around the maze-like walls and open pasture space slow but steady as Lloyd gets his bearings on horseback riding. It’s not so different from a Walloper, really. They wave to several guards who raise up the gate leading out of the palace farmland before finally stepping foot back into town. Just like Ila said, the people on the street are watching them and whispering to themselves. Lloyd catches funeral flower more than once in the hushed gossip.

They get through the heart of the town with no incidents, but when they pass through the market on the outskirts someone steps in their way, their horses coming to a stop and awaiting direction from their riders. Lloyd can’t tell what species she was originally, if she was from Ninjago or not. She’s got long tubes protruding out of her skull, like horns made of flesh, and her body is covered with patches of fur, feathers, and bald skin. Her face is distinctly inhuman. She has no mouth.

She holds up her hands and does a series of quick signs. I heard you are going to the graveyard. Is this true?

“Yes, it is true.” Birdy confirms.

“Was that sign language? You can understand her?” Lloyd asks curiously. Birdy shoots him a glance, intending to answer but the woman waves to keep his attention on their conversation.

She hesitates a moment. You will do me a favor. I will owe you greatly.

“What favor?”

“What’s she saying?”

She reaches into her satchel before pulling out a small bag and stepping close to discreetly hand him the precious cargo. Birdy takes it and glances inside at its contents.

Deliver these to Deacon. She signs firmly.

Birdy takes a moment to consider her request, weighing how much time they could afford to lose. He closes the bag up securely, tying the rope to make absolutely sure none of its contents spilled, “We will do this for you, Elona.” He promises.

I owe you.

“You owe me nothing.” Birdy says firmly, to which the woman just repeats her previous signs again, but firmer this time.

After Birdy tucks the bag into his shirt, the two continue on. It isn’t until they’re well past the city and into the living fields that Birdy speaks again, “Yes, that was sign language.  Specifically Cloud Kingdom sign. Elona has asked us to deliver a gift to her partner Deacon. He lives next to the graveyard.”

“What was the gift?” Lloyd asks curiously.

Birdy pulls the bag back out of his shirt, opening it and letting Lloyd peek inside. It’s two bright pink spheres, smooth and clear like little marbles, and one black oblong shape. He points to the pink ones first, “These are Pink Pills. They are painkillers- highly potent and highly addictive. The mutations this realm causes are debilitating and painful, but these pills make living bearable. That is how Samira stays in power. She controls the production and distribution of these pills, and anyone who is subservient to her is supplied.”

“She gets people hooked on painkillers to get them to do what she wants?” Lloyd frowns at the information, clenching his hands around Honeysuckles reigns.

“Yes. I would even assume…” He trails off before reaching over and taking Lloyd's travel pack given to him by Ila, rummaging through it until his hand lands on another small satchel. He pulls it out and opens it, revealing a perfect pink marble. “Just as I suspected. She provided you with a pill in the hopes you would take it without realizing what it is.”

“She put it in with the food.” Lloyd realized, “It was a setup from the start.”

“Yes.” Birdy confirmed, “She hoped to get you hooked. I am sure she will try to offer them to the others too.”

Lloyd looked back at the city in the distance, “They know better than to take candy from a stranger. I think.”

Birdy points next at the oblong black pill, “This is the Cure.”

“What?”

“It is exactly what we are traveling to find. A single funeral flower can be reduced into enough concentrate to make fifty of these. When the pills are taken, they reverse the effects of mutation slightly.”

Lloyd gapes at the unassuming thing, “And Elona is just giving it away? Why?”

“Deacon is further along in his sickness.” Birdy explains, brushing off a few of the rubbery octopus plant tendrils trying to wrap around his feathered cape. The horses don’t blink at the plants, used to the ticklish vines attempting to stop them in their tracks.

Lloyd mulls over this, “Why doesn’t Elona take them to Deacon herself?”

Birdy is quiet for a moment, “Deacon is losing himself to the change.” He says carefully, “It is dangerous to be near him. That, and Elona is weakened by her own mutation. There is no guarantee she will make it.”

Lloyd lets them lapse into a short silence.

“She asked you to deliver the pill to him. She had faith you wouldn’t take it.” He lets the words sit in his mouth for a moment, “She trusts you.”

Birdy inclines his head, but doesn’t say a word.

They pass through the field and head into the forest. Lloyd had been too busy watching their captors last time they’d walked here, but now he can take in the terrain. There are tree-like plants that shoot up from the ground thick and fat, with smooth shiny surfaces and circular leaves on top. Mixed in are short blue trees with hanging purple branches like a weeping willow. Moss grows in sporadic patches along everything, the plant shuddering and popping unnaturally. A thin bush is in the midst of agonizingly slowly pulling its roots up from the ground to migrate to a better patch of soil. The forest is filled with sound, and Lloyd finds himself searching for the sources as they trek further and further.

A low whistle comes from a large curled single-petal flower that expels its pollen with a burst of air through its petal. He finds the source of tiny clicking noises when he realizes there’s camouflaged multi-legged creatures skittering on the surface of the smooth trees. Underlying all those and more is a faint, constant buzzing.

Birdy seems lost in thought, walking ahead of Lloyd slightly. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look, just to see if he can find the source, right? Using his ninja skills, he silently slides off Honeysuckles and pulls her to the side of the path, stepping into the thicket of trees and tuning his ears to that buzz. He leaves her there to wait for him as he walks slowly through the undergrowth, passing trees and strange bushes and rocks that swell like they’re breathing until his ears prick. There, to the left- one of the weeping willow trees. It’s only a few feet taller than Lloyd, and as he approaches he realizes there’s tiny little moving lights on the branches. A closer look, and he can see minuscule beetles puttering about on the plants surface.

The smell hits him then, a sweet tang that sits thick on the back of his throat. It smells like fresh cotton candy, a Caramel dipped apple, one of those massive suckers from mad monster amusement park- the kind Lloyd had played endless carnival games for until he won one. It’s from the tree, there’s no doubt about it. The fizzing noise gets louder as he parts the tree limbs, stepping under the canopy into the darkness. Faint blue light peeks from between the plates of the tree bark that all lead to a large dark hole in the center of the trunk. It’s big enough for Lloyd to walk in without crouching, and he approaches the blackness curiously. The fizzing is so loud, but it's not frightening.

He’s right on the edge, about to peek inside that cavity, when the roots below him part suddenly and he slips, skidding down the roots into the black hole in the trunk- at the bottom, a pit of glowing blue liquid pops and bubbles, the half-digested remains of a horse slumped to one side. He jerks to a halt with a gasp and when he looks up Birdy is standing over him. One half of his spear is shoved through the roots into solid ground to keep them anchored as he hauls Lloyd up. The roots are slick and Lloyd can’t get his feet under him, reaching up to grip Birdy's arm so he doesn't fall.

Birdy grunts, looking around. “Hold on.” He says and Lloyd tightens his grip before Birdy lets go of the staff.

“What- you hold on!” Lloyd says in panic as they both slip deeper into the pit.

Birdy grabs a low hanging branch and yanks it with them into the pit, and almost immediately the tree begins to pull them out of the pit by its branch. Its roots firm up to the point where Lloyd can scramble to his feet and scamper out from under the tree with Birdy right behind him.

Lloyd only stops running when they get back to the pre-worn path, sagging against one of the safe-to-touch smooth trees. “Did I almost just get eaten by a tree?” He wheezes.

Birdy doesn’t seem winded at all, “A fizz tree.” He confirms, “Not actually a tree, but they are most similar to a pitcher plant or Venus fly trap in the way they catch prey.”

He squints over at Birdy, “How did we even escape?”

“A fully grown fizz tree like that will not grow new branches. What it has now is all it will get.” He explains as Lloyd catches his breath, “The acid in the pit of the tree will destroy that branch, and it simply was not worth it to the animal.”

“Animal? I thought it was a plant.”

“Technically-”

“I don’t want to know,” Lloyd covers his face with his hands, “I miss Ninjago.”

“I do as well.” Birdy says emphatically, approaching Suncup to hoist himself back up. “We need to make more headway before nightfall.”

Apologetically, Birdy begins to move on. After Lloyd collects Honeysuckle from down the path, he follows, keeping closer this time after that fiasco

He thanks Birdy for saving him to which the older man waves off the gratitude, but Lloyd keeps thinking about it. He jumped in without a second thought. To save someone he hardly knows. Birdy's earlier words have also intrigued him, starting him on a new line of questioning.

“So you’re from Ninjago. When did you come here?” He knows a good bit of Ninjago history, wondering if he can puzzle out which of the evils of the past that mysteriously vanished that Birdy might be. Part of him knows that it’s a dead end- Birdy just… he doesn’t seem like a bad guy.

He doesn’t expect a straight answer and Birdy delivers on that expectation, “Time is hard to track here. I’m not sure how long exactly.”

The fact that he answered at all is an encouraging sign, “What’s your actual name?” He decides to jump in, fully commit to the questioning.

Birdy turns and looks at him blankly, not answering.

“Oh come on! You know my name.” Lloyd argues.

With a shake of his head Birdy doesn’t sigh even if Lloyd thinks he wants to, “Very well.” He acquiesced before flashing four quick hand movements at Lloyd, “Did you get that?”

Lloyd blinks, “Get what?”

“My name. I just told you.”

“What..? You- oh- sign language!” Gasping, Lloyd glares at him, “that’s cheating! I don’t know Cloud Kingdom sign!”

“You did not clarify how I must tell you.” There’s definitely a smile in his voice.

Lloyd narrows his eyes, “Touché. Fine. Show me again, then.” He looks intently at Birdy's hand, fully intending on memorizing the sign to ask someone later.

Birdy shakes his head, “I already told you. I am not telling you again.”

Looking at him disbelievingly, Lloyd groans, “You’d make a great Lawyer with how much you like loopholes.” He grouses, petulantly riding beside him.

The weight Lloyd carries with him feels lighter. The realization hits him slowly, then all at once. He wasn’t… acting like a leader. The past three years, Lloyd had placed so much responsibility on himself to be a good leader, to make the right calls, to keep his team safe that he had put up a wall between him and the others. He’d been sitting on the other side of that wall trying to hold up the world, holding himself to an impossibly strict, serious standard. He studied day and night, pushed himself to examine and learn from his mistakes almost obsessively, and kept himself from relying on the others.

Here in this realm, he didn’t know anything. He had to rely on Birdy, had to defer to his knowledge in a way he hadn’t been able to- hadn’t felt comfortable enough to- do in a long time. In three years. He shared the burden with Birdy. The realization bothers him deeply.

Birdy seems to pick up on the mood shift. After a moment of hesitation he breaks the silence, “I cannot tell you my name but I will offer you… three questions.” He nods to himself, “Three questions I will answer truthfully- within reason.” He tacks on at the end.

Lloyd looks at him, surprised, “Really?” At Birdy's confirming nod, he taps a finger to his chin while he thinks. They move on in a companionable silence as Lloyd thinks over his question options, “You seem awfully comfortable in Oasis. You even have your own usual horse… Why?”

Birdy looks at him with surprise, maybe hoping Lloyd would ask something broader- something he could dance his way around to keep his past concealed. He hesitates for a long moment but… it doesn’t set off any warning bells in Lloyd's head. Despite how this should all be one big red flag, he finds himself… not quite trusting, but not suspicious of Birdy.

“I used to work with her.” He says carefully, “Before I realized what she was doing. When I first arrived in this realm I was not… in a good place. I needed a purpose, and Samira could offer that. Once I understood who she really was, I took off. As for my relationship with Samira… we have… an understanding.” He seems to be unsatisfied with that, worrying Suncup reigns as he tries to reword it, “I know a deadly secret of hers, and she knows a deadly secret of mine. We are at a stalemate and as such are on even ground. There are not many people that are on that level with Samira, and I think she enjoys the company… as do I.”

“So you’re friends?”

“Is that your second question?”

“No,” Lloyd answers immediately, “It’s an extension of my first question.”

“…Friends is the best way to describe it, I suppose.” He acquiesces.

“So after you worked with Samira you just left to go lone wolf?” Birdy cringes ever so slightly, and when the pause goes on a bit too long Lloyd adds, “That’s my second question.”

Birdy sighs gently, “I was alone for a bit but… I met another loner, and we ended up traveling together for several months. He…” He trails off, and Lloyd wisely keeps his mouth shut so Birdy can sort through the obvious complicated feelings around that time of his life.

“He called himself Farley. We… went our separate ways.” He says haltingly.

Lloyd winces, “Messy breakup?”

Birdy chuckles lowly, and there is no humor in it at all, “Something like that.”

They break out of the forest to a long open glass plain, the same brittle grass Lloyd remembered them trekking through before. The sun shined dully behind the overhead clouds, but it's brighter than it was when he’d first walked this area. It’s… beautiful, actually. Colors mottling the pale earth, turning it into a rainbow that stretches out in front of them endlessly.

“It is, sometimes.” Birdy agrees to Lloyd’s sentiment that he hadn’t even realized he’d said aloud.

They take a moment to admire the way the grass blades wave in the evershift, colors glittering and floating over-top of each other.

“What question do you have for me now?”

“I’d like to save this one, if you don’t mind.” He shoots him a sly grin that Birdy tilts his head at in amusement.

“I will allow it.” He says graciously before getting more serious, “We need to move quicker. We'll set up a gallop across the plains. Slow down at my signal.”

With a quick squeeze of his heels, Suncup takes off in a run and Lloyd quickly spurs Honeysuckle to follow.

Uh. How did he tell her to slow down again?

The wind whips around his face and blows his hair back as he grips the reins, hunched down over his horse as she races across flat ground. She has a smooth gallop but he still bobs up and down with the arc of her spine and he feels a familiar, euphoric glee bubble up his throat until he shouts out in joy, hollering and laughing as he basks in the feeling. It’s like riding dragon back- something he hadn’t done in years. He smiles at Birdy, who had gone from hunched over and serious to sitting back more like Lloyd, enjoying the ride just as much as Lloyd. Lloyd thinks he can hear him laugh too- lighter, more high pitched than his speaking voice-

Familiar?

He doesn’t dwell on anything but the feeling of the wind in his face, the power of the animal under him, and the scenery whipping past him. He feels younger than he has in a long while.

They don’t stay in a gallop for long, but the horses are still moving too quickly for casual conversation as the transition from glass grass to hard packed sand- not like the desert from before. This is a barren, empty place- and in the distance is a wall of thick mist that is pointedly different from the heavy smog that clings to the realm. There are large, naturally formed holes in the earth, caves and tunnels that the Horses have no problem avoiding.

Finally, Birdy motions for Lloyd to slow down. Honeysuckle follows Suncups lead, which is good because Lloyd still didn’t remember the right command to get her to stop. They’re not too far from the wall of smog as they stop in front of the dark mouth of a tunnel, the ground sloping steeply to allow them under the surface.

“This is Deacons cave.” Birdy informs him and he dismounts from Suncup. “Wait here.”

“What? No way.” Lloyd says immediately, hopping down from his saddle next, “You said Deacon was dangerous.”

“I have tough skin, Lloyd. I can handle him, you could get hurt.”

“I’m not letting you go down there alone.” Lloyd says firmly, surprised by the wave of protectiveness washing over him.

Birdy holds his gaze for a long moment before backing down, “Okay, but stay at the entrance. Do not follow me past the first column.”

Lloyd will take what he can get, “Fine.”

With a soothing pat to each of their horses, Lloyd and Birdy step down the slope into the hole in the ground. There’s a moment when they’re plunged into pitch dark before Lloyd eyes adjust to the glowing… webbing? Along the wall.

He touches it before he thinks, snatching his hand back in case that sets off Deacon.

Birdy notices, “You are free to touch the webbing, just be careful.” He says, motioning to the spot when Lloyd had touched. The webbing in that area went dull and stayed dull long after they passed it. Finally they reach the mouth of a deeper chamber in the cave, that same webbing covering one half of the room. The other half is strangely carved and connected, barely visible in the low light.

Birdy stops Lloyd from walking inside, “Please, stay here.”

There’s a low groan, animalistic with a distinctly human wail beneath it.

It’s only now that Lloyd fully realizes what he’s looking at. The part of the cave that was shrouded in darkness… is Deacon. He’s spread out across the wall and floor like a living mass of slime and skin, his body lacking bones or any real definition other than the sheen of oil and sweat from mutated pores. From formless lumps of skin poke fingers, toes, an ear- teeth and tongue too. He’s massive, body stretching in thick sheets and thin strings from floor to ceiling, the whole mass pulsing with a heartbeat or shuddering with heavy breaths.

“Good morning, Deacon.” Birdy says delicately.

The whole mass quivers unhappily, rolling over itself and more into the light at the voice. A single eye flops out with the shuffle to stare at Birdy. It’s impossible to tell his expression.

“How are you? Elona says hello.” He reaches slowly to the pouch at his side and undoes the ties, shaking out the pills, “She misses you.”

“Lon…” Deacon makes the approximation of her name, a low and deep vocalization from somewhere in what must be his chest.

A pillar of flesh whips out and slams into Birdy's hand and he hisses, balling up his fist so he doesn't scatter the medication across the stone. The flesh wraps around his wrist and squeezes so hard Lloyd can practically hear his bones creak.

Birdy holds up a hand so Lloyd wont rush in. He still has the situation under control.

He runs a soothing hand over Deacons… hand? “I know you are in pain, my friend. I am here to help. Elona sent me to help you.”

“Help… Elona… Lona…” His voice has a distinctly devastated tone to it. Heartbroken. “Hurt…”

“Elona is okay. She forgives you.” Birdy pats the lump of flesh that slowly uncurls, “You are not feeling well. She sent me to help you feel better.”

“Elona…” Deacon wails, releasing Birdy and letting the lump that used to be his arm flop flat to the floor.

Birdy squats and gently drops the pills onto his skin. He brings his fingers to the part of his mask where a mouth would be in a cone shape, “Eat.” He says as he motions it again, “It will make you feel better.”

Deacon slowly drags the lump back to his body.

There’s a long pause before- are Lloyds eyes tricking him? Was this the power of that pill? His skin seems to pull in on itself, growing tauter as a form takes shape in the lumps. His body is still mostly loose but there’s definitely the suggestion of a head and shoulders, even arms and fingers. His eyes, mouth, nod even nose form properly on his face.

“Birdy.” Deacon says hoarsely, “Are you alright?”

“You did not hurt me.” Birdy says gently.

“…Thank you… I must repay you…” He closes his eyes

“This was a favor for Elona, you do not need to worry about anything.”

Already, Deacon was swaying, body shimmering and loose, “I will not stay lucid long… please go… Tell my better half that I adore her… I am in no pain and I am to sleep…”

“I will, Deacon. Sleep well.”

His body drops back into the mass of lumps like water dropping back into a lake, but there is still a human silhouette in the mass. Birdy backs out of the room, keeping Lloyd behind him until he deems them far enough to turn their back on him.

“Are you okay?” Lloyd asks, reaching out to touch Birdy's injured wrist.

“I am.” Birdy assures him, guiding his hand away from the injury as they trek through the tunnel.

“You were so… nice.” Lloyd winces at his words, “Not that you shouldn’t be but just… when he lashed out…”

“He was not himself. I understand how that feels.” Birdy swallows, “The mutation process… it is cruel, Lloyd. It is unjust. These people, no matter their crimes, don’t deserve this type of torture. They need compassion and kindness. I wish I could help them more than I do.”

Lloyd looks away, “You remind me of my friend…”

He goes to say more as they surface from the pit but loses his voice at the massive beast hovering over their horses. It’s got six spindly weevil legs poking out of its perfectly round thorax. Attached above its body is a mass of skin stretched taut with the same gas of the graveyard, small streams of mist drifting from vents in the top of its sac. In between each set of the legs are several praying mantis-like limbs, and currently each limb was extended down below itself to touch their horses experimentally. The beast isn’t being rough with them, just examining them closely with its feelers.

Honeysuckle seems completely unperturbed by the animal, but Suncup is shifting nervously each time the feeler brushes his flank.

“That,” Birdy begins calmly, before Lloyd can panic about their horses, “Is what we can an Undertaker.”

“Undertaker? Like someone who deals with the dead?”

“Yes. And as soon as it realizes the horses are not dead, it will move on peacefully.”

Almost as if on cue, Suncup kicks out behind himself and clips one of the beast's arms. It jerks its arms back in surprise, folding them up alongside its thorax politely once it understands the animal beneath it is still alive and carefully steps over it. It doesn't approach the two, instead moving in a random direction with small steps as it searches for other, actually dead things. It reminds Lloyd of, if his limited memory of biology classes in Darkleys was correct, a massive bacteriophage. With a shorter neck.

As it leaves, Birdy moves forward to pat Suncup and calm him.

“They are scavengers, they primarily eat bone.” Birdy goes on, “They are completely blind and deaf, and they use touch to find their meals.”

Lloyd watches the beast approach and enter the mist of the graveyard, casually disappearing into its depths. He feels a pang of sadness, “So it doesn’t know it's going to die in there?”

Birdy shakes his head, “The undertakers live in the graveyard. They are only able to breathe the mist- the one we just saw was holding its breath in order to scavenge. They take bones and such back to the graveyard and wait for the mist to soften them enough so they can eat them. They can go an exceptional amount of time without breathing.”

Lloyd follows Birdy's example and mounts Honeysuckle as he hops back onto Suncup. They urge their horses to follow the undertaker over to the place where the graveyard's wall of mist rises into the sky, and they dismount right upon the border. The horses won't approach the mist closer, aware of its caustic properties.

“…now what?” Lloyd asks as Birdy slings his satchel off his shoulder and begins to rummage around in it.

“Now you wait here, and I will go into the mist to retrieve the flowers.” He says, taking out a tightly wound length of rope.

“You seriously think I’m going to let you go in there alone?” Birdy doesn't waver at this like he had at Deacons cave, steadfast in his resolve that Lloyd stay out of the mist.

“You must. You cannot handle the mist for long, while I can.” Birdy says firmly, brokering no room for argument, “I will tie one side of the rope to my belt and you will hold the other. If I do not come out by tomorrow morning, drag me out by the rope. Do you understand?”

Lloyd feels a swell of helplessness at those words but nods begrudgingly, “…Fine.” He says, clearly unhappy.

Birdy wastes no more time talking, looping the rope tightly around his blue belt and, with a nod to Lloyd, disappearing into the mist. Lloyd paces a track in the sand to pass the time. He counts grains of sand and tries to find shapes in the clouds for a while. He brushed honeysuckles mane for a while, until she got annoyed and bit at him so he would leave her alone.

He even sticks his hand into the mist to feel it, marveling at the tingly feeling spreading over his skin.

Night passes agonizingly slowly, but it does finally end. The sun rises in the sky easily, casting an increasingly familiar dim glow through the clouds.

Birdy doesn’t come back.

#ninjago #zane julien #lloyd garmadon #ninjago never the dark #spinchip fic #ninjago au #body horror #mentions of addiction

[maracujatangerine]

Collaboration

CW: institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

Lydia glanced through her notes once again, dark green ink on white paper detailing her plans for the event and some of the questions she wanted to ask.

The book on the desk in front of her had a glossy photo of a shaggy billy goat on the cover, the animal’s strange eyes meeting the observer’s with amused intelligence. The curve of his massive horns matched almost perfectly the outline of the mountain ridge behind him. It seemed almost impossible to capture such a moment and yet the whole book was filled with similarly impressive photography. Lydia’s personal favourite was a photo of a hawk diving in front of a waterfall, the whole image misty and fluid like a dream.

It was quite a coup, Lydia felt, to have snagged such a famous photographer to take part in an event at her shop. There would be two local nature photographers that would take part in person, and then a digital presentation by Decima de Mares. She felt slightly nervous, what she had heard was that Decima was a bit… peculiar. She hoped that the conversation would go well.

*

“I will have an interview soon” said Miss, taking unfolded clothes and throwing them on the bed. “And I think this should look like it’s clean in there”

“Can I stay there, Miss?” Juli asked anxiously.

“I suppose you could, why? Are you interested in the interview?”

“I just wanna to be in the same place as you” Juli said honestly

“That’s sweet.”

*

With a deep breath, Lydia opened the meeting app and smiled her most charming smile at the person on the other side of the screen.

“Hi! I’m Lydia Winterthorpe. Thank you so much for taking the time to meet with me.”

“No problem, it’s an opportunity for me too. I hope the camera is not picking up the mess in my room” Decima joked.

The conversation went smoothly after that.

“So what was your own favourite photo?” Lydia asked.

“I think it was one of the old castle. We do not know who built it, we only know a rough date of when it happened. By now there are only a few walls left and rain caused it to become some sort of a lake… a lake inside something that was once a luxurious living space. I think it’s very poetic. It’s also a special place for me. ”

A sudden movement in the corner of the screen caught Lydia’s eye. A glimpse of light brown fur against the photographer’s white wrist. Then she saw it again and smiled to herself.

“Sorry Miss Decima,” she said, “I lost my thread a bit, I just saw your cat waving its tail.”

“Oh no.” The pale woman smiled, too. “It is my pet, but he’s no cat. Even though he does knock things out of counters sometimes. Come on up and say hi, Juli.”

A short moment of silence.

“I said to say hello” Decima repeated. Was she angry? Or trying to force her pet to do something he didn’t want to?

A young man with a shock of light brown hair and grey eyes shyly raised his head. Lydia felt her blood run cold when she saw the collar around his neck.

*

For most of the interview Juli was just hidden away from the camera, enjoying the pats, and not paying much attention to what was going on around him. He was just wondering whether or not jelly could be classified as a soup. It was made by putting something in hot water after all. But the end result is solid, not liquid, so…

“...Juli”

He heard his name, pulling him away from his silly thoughts.

He made eye contact with Miss and she understood that he didn’t hear her, so she patiently repeated herself. She wasn’t even annoyed with him not listening and once again Juli was reminded how kind she was.

*

“Uhm, hello Miss Winterthrope… pleasure to meet you” said the boy awkwardly. “I’m sorry for interrupting, uhh…” he looked at Decima, like to check if he’s not saying anything wrong“... I hope my presence is not bothering you”

“No, that is totally fine.” Lydia smiled. “I’m glad to meet you, Juli.”

What kind of pet owner is she? Lydia wondered quietly to herself. Out loud, she asked.

“Have you been living with Decima for a long time?”

“Not yet, but… I hope I will” said the boy.

“That’s nice.” Does he say it because he feels like he has to? Or because she’s actually nice to him? Lydia thought to herself. And who am I to judge? Buying a pet yourself doesn’t exactly give you the moral high ground, does it?

”So, as we discussed earlier, I’m thinking it would be good if you give a presentation for around 30 minutes, and then we’ll open the floor to the public and everyone will have the chance to ask some questions.” Lydia made an effort to return to the topic of the meeting. “Does that still sound like a plan?”

As the blue-haired photographer assented, Lydia surreptitiously studied the pet. He seemed… fine. Clean, not injured, a bit on the thin side, perhaps.

”That sounds like it will be a very good set-up.” Decima said. “I’m looking forward to hearing from the other photographers as well, it is always nice to get some new perspectives.”

She smiled down at Juli kneeling by her side. “I haven’t been able to go to any conferences lately, so I really appreciate the chance to participate online. I got Juli somewhat by chance, and he didn’t have a great time in his previous life. I want him to get more comfortable with being on his own before I go away again.”

“Oh, I see.” Subconscious recognition clicked into place in Lydia’s mind. The way Juli looked at Decima reminded her of the way Coriander had been looking at her when he first came. She smiled, genuinely this time. Her brown eyes glittered. “I know what that’s like, actually.”

Raising her voice slightly, she called out. “Cory, would you like to come in and introduce yourself?”

*

After a moment, the sound of a door opening and closing could be heard. A pet with blonde hair appeared on the screen. He looked… pretty. He was of the kind that rich people would show off and he had no scars on his face.

Juli suddenly felt nervous.

Even though they both were pets the one on the other side on the screen looked so much more… proper. What if he would notice every mistake Juli makes and point it out and then Miss would be embarrassed, because she can’t even keep one pet in line?

“It's a pleasure to meet you. T-this pet’s name is Coriander.” When he raised a hand in greeting, Juli could see scarring all around his wrist.

“Nice to meet you, Coriander” said Miss.

“This is Decima and Juli.” Miss Lydia explained. “She is the photographer I told you about.” The brunette held up Miss Decima’s book to the pet, who smiled.

“Y-you have created a beautiful book, Miss Decima.” He said. “Miss Lydia has shown it to t-his pet.”

“Thank you.” Miss smiled. “We just talked about which photos we like the best, did you have a favourite picture?”

It was subtle, but Juli caught the way the other pet glanced at Miss Lydia. When she nodded encouragingly, Coriander continued.

“T-this pet l-liked the photo with the field of sunflowers against the mountain. T-the light w-was a-amazing.” Quickly, he added. “B-but all the photos were beautiful.”

“That is one of my favourites, as well.” Miss said.

“What about Juli?” Miss Lydia asked. “Which photo did you like the best?”

“My favourite is from… not from this book, there is another one with fishies and… can I bring it there?”

“Go ahead, we’ll wait.”

Juli disappeared for a while and came back carrying a book in a hard, black cover. He opened it on one page and turned it to the camera. There was a seahorse, visible sunrays crossing the water and scattering on the animal’s skin.

“I liked it very much and because it’s cute and I even was gifted plush seahorse, because I liked it so much”

”That is gorgeous!” Miss Lydia said. “I understand why that is your favourite.”

“I-it is beautiful.” Cory agreed.

“Well,” Miss Lydia said, “thank you for the meeting. It was really nice to talk with both of you. I think we have a good plan in place, Decima, but let’s meet on Wednesday and make the final decisions.”

“N-nice to meet you, Miss Decima, Juli.”

“Likewise.”

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This post is a collaboration between @octopus-reactivated and @maracujatangerine. It is part of the 2023 BBU Community Days organised by @bbu-on-the-side. This is our joint entry for day 15: Collaboration.

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[frankenfaandom]

Stay on the Phone // Mary Goore × GN!reader

Some soft-ish mary for the soul.

Reader and Mary are friends with benefits, but there is no smut in this drabble! Slight angst but overall fluffy and awkward.

Mary wasn't a sweets kinda guy. He was either there for a bang or a drink or a smoke--feelings were off the table. That was until he met you. 

One night was all it took to change things for him, it's when he really looked at you. When he realized. One night, you'd decided to ask him the question you'd been dying to ask for weeks. Such a silly question, you weren't sure what kind of answer you were going to get in response. 

But you'd called Mary around 1am, his voice was gruff as he answered the phone. 

"What? I'm sleeping." He whined into the phone, shielding his eyes from the light of his broken alarm clock. He groaned at the light and moves to shove his face into his ripped pillow. You were silent for a moment, and he chuckled darkly. "If you booty called me, I'm gonna get your ass tomorrow--" 

"No, no-" You quickly stop him, your hand coming to cover your mouth. "Uhm. No, not a booty call. I mean, yeah I'd like to sleep with you again of course that's kind of our thing--" You stop, taking in a deep breath. It felt so easy to pick up the phone and call, but as soon as you heard his voice you remembered what kind of person Mary was.

Not bad. Not in the slightest. Just, unhinged. Uninterested in the deeper things in life than just sex, good food or a heavy bong. At least, he made everyone believe that.

You sucked all those feelings in and spit out your words so quick that you didn't feel your lips move. 

"What?" Mary's eyes squinted, and his thin wrist came to cover his eyes. "You call me up at one in the morning to ask if I can just talk?" 

"Not just talk. Also, since when are you asleep before 3am?" He scoffs at your words, ignoring the last sentence.

"Oh, like, sex-talk. You know, that counts as a booty call." Mary sighs, his smirk basically audible.

"Fuck off Goore." You growl a bit, angry your words aren't getting across right. "Look, what I'm trying to say is... Can you please stay on the call with me until I fall asleep? I'd feel better knowing I'm.. not alone right now." 

The phone went silent. You immediately felt your gut drop, feeling like that was a terrible idea. Oh god, was he going to hang up; tell you to forget his number? Mary's not that much of an asshole--he wasnt the kind to do that. But you really don't know his kind all too well. This was your first unhinged band guy, especially of the guys who like to dress in blood and have friends (for a lack of a better word) with benefits. 

But the storm raging in your mind gets quieted by Mary clearing his voice. "Uhm. Yeah. Yeah, I can do that." And it goes silent again. Your breathe hitches. What does that mean?

"I'm sorry. I should--" You bring your phone away from your ear, biting your lip to suppress whatever whimper or sob was threatening to come from them, but you hear Mary say something loudly. 

"Hey! No, don't hang up!" You gingerly brought your phone back to your ear, saying a quiet "okay" to let him know you were still there. Mary audibly sighs. "Uhm. Sorry, didn't mean to yell. Wasn't sure if you put the phone down or not. Uh. Can we? Do what you asked, I mean. I'd like that." 

You swell. Your chest fills with butterflies, your insides feeling like jelly at his sleepy voice. Your face was still red with embarrassment and tears, but you manage a wide smile. "Okay. Okay, thank you, Mare." 

"Don't thank me." He says quickly, almost scoffing. "Now shut your eyes, I wanna go back to sleep." You cant fight the grin on your face, your happiness shows outwardly with a giggle. 

"Okay. Goodnight, Mary." 

"Goodnight.. sweet thing."

#the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost #mary goore #repugnant band #repugnant #beloved mary #mary goore x reader #mary goore/reader #mary on a cross #mary goore headcanons #mary goore beloved

[nikofortuna]

JTTW Chapter 24 Thoughts

Chapter 24 for the @journeythroughjourneytothewest Reading Group!

Ah, the beginning of the Arc the movie Monkey King Reborn is based on! It will be very delightful to spot the similarities for myself!

But first we have to finish the previous trial. I really don’t like how the emphasise is kind of put on women as being tempters. Especially when the exemplary lady is explicitly stated to be sixteen, that is a child!

Still not a fan how they put so much ridicule on Zhu Bajie as well when they equally pressured him into the whole situation.

Hm Sun Wukong schooling his Shifu. We love the communal grandpa dispersing his knowledge.

And here are the two sillies! I’ll take it in immortal years they’re closer to being old tweens or young teens. That’s the feeling I get from them at least.

Ah, teaching the kids that uhm, actually just make friends with people if they’re nice, religion should not be of any importance there. There are some really good lessons to be taken away from this novel.

One could say they are… Home Alone.

I wonder if the sight of the Daoist Abbey makes Sun Wukong melancholic with thoughts of his first Shifu.

Clear Breeze, I most certainly prefer the J. F. Jenner and movie’s translation and technically also the German translation of Pure Wind, and Bright Moon are notably nicer in the novel than the adaptation. They only get rude when they actually have been wronged. Just looking at their movie counterparts, these aren’t the same kids.

Plants you say? Now don’t mind if I look them up! Spoilers this turned out a bit of a difficult ordeal so take all of this with a grain of salt.

For accuracy, spinach yes and celery yes.

Mare’s tail… maybe? My search came up with Beta vulgaris aka Chard/Swiss Chard instead, though both plants fall under the term vulgaris in their scientific name and are plausible options as they are both native to Western Asia. Since it is a vegetable garden for people however I might be inclined to personally go with Chard, in part also because I have eaten that vegetable before and it is not only quite tasty but also nutritional.

Funfact in German Chard is called Mangold, definitely sounds like a plant an immortal would eat. But again that’s just personal bias, in reality it could still be either.

Back to the list, I have no clue where beet comes from in this line, but ginger yes.

Seaweed no. It seems to actually be moss of some kind and I looked up as to possibly why it’s in this garden. Indeed certain types of moss are used for medicinal or culinary purposes in some cultures. But don’t go out and just eat moss you find in your garden! A lot of mosses are toxic and no good for eating, so be careful!

Bamboo shoot yes and melon yes. Squash, more like gourd, but technically yes. Watercress no, my research came up with wild rice instead, but watercress is still native to Asia as well.

Now for this next line I would like to remark that there is some potential difference in the Chinese Original. Chive technically yes the Google Translate said just onion though, garlic yes, coriander yes, leek and scallion technically yes though if the characters for those two are put together the translator says they translate to chives instead.

The second paragraph I will not touch as that one is more complex.

The local Tudi really tends to be the living loremaster, in a way that makes a lot of sense in world too, something I can always appreciate.

Heh, Sun Wukong doing a little trickshot with the mallet. Not that it worked, but he tried.

Sha Wujing being the good little brother getting roped into shenanigans by his older brothers. The feeling of found family is strong with this one.

At the end I would like to shill the movie a bit as I really like that one and it does make for quite a good companion piece for this Arc. It also has one of the best Sha Wujing designs in my opinion.

#xiyouji #journey to the west #jttw #monkey king reborn #sun wukong #monkey king #zhu bajie #sha wujing #Qingfeng #Pure Wind #Mingyue #Bright Moon #jttw reading group #jttw book club #Beta Vulgaris #swiss chard

[short-black-diamond]

I'm the queen in this life.

(@ajsihc requested: please write about “I’m the queen on this life” where the reader suddenly finds herself in the novel. It could be sth like her encountering Alfonso and talking to him (him immediately liking her because she is sweet and doesn’t know who he is) and then encountering Cesar in a bar with his friends.  He immediately likes her after she puts isabella (who was being a bitch and openly flirting with him) puts her into place? Sth like that. Love triangle)

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It was a rather sunny day. But too quiet. Where were you?

"Lady ____, there you are! I've been looking everywhere for you!", a maiden spoke, and some of her red locks framed her freckled face.

'Sancha?'

"O-oh, I'm sorry, I must've forgotten about the time for a moment!", you quickly spoke. Wasn't this Ariadne's residence? what were you doing here?

"Uh, where's lady De Mare?"

"You mean Isabella?"

"What? No, Ariadne!"

"I am sorry, but I do not know of a "Ariadne". Are you alright, miss ____?"

'How...?

Wait- does that mean-'

did you take her place? How?

Oh. Now you remembered.

Somebody murdered you and now you're here...

"Sancha, can we look up a bar? I need a drink right now.."

"A-a bar? But why all of a sudden-? It's not usual for a highranking-"

"Sancha. I need a drink. Now. And we can wear casual clothes."

'And I need time to think through all of this...!'

"So, this is the dress you can wear, put in your arms like this!", your favourite character said as she quickly made her way over to you with an easy looking dress.

"Uhm, let me do it on my own. You put on something else too."

Sancha looked at you with a facial expression which could be described as betrayal, hurt, and confusion. "...are- are you sure? It is not that easy to put on-"

"Sancha. if you move into a different setting of clothes in the same time as me, we can go there faster. Now go."

'I shouldn't be so hard to her...', you thought as you watched her leave with hanging shoulders and head low.

...

"Welcome to the Inn, young maidens! What can I get'ya!?", a middle aged man called to you and Sancha. She looked around with an uneasy expression. "Give me the strongest drink you have and for my friend a sweet beverage."

"Haha! Are you sure?! My strongest drink might not be for everyone!", the man yelled and you yelled right back. "I can take it! Now deliver it!" "Aye, Ma'am!", and the man yelled and laughed.

You kinda liked that guy. "B-but my lady-"

"I can take it." "You never even drank such a beverage, milady!"

"Sancha, when did I take you to my house?"

"a-a few months ago." "That's right. Don't worry about me."

'I hope that I can hold my alcohol in here too...'

"____? What are you doing here?", a voice asked which you could only describe as nerve-killing. Isabella.

"I'm grabbing a drink. And you?" "Of course you'd be drinking, I am looking for someone worthy of my attention!"

"Don't you have like, a hundred men by your side? How about you take a rest from being such a slut?"

"Wh- what did you just say?!", she yelled, outraged. Her skimpy dress did nothing to hide her small body or big cleavage. if only she had real tits instead of using pads.

Yours accentuated your nice figure sweetly. and you honestly looked way better than her. The people around you guys were gasping, gossiping and laughing.

"Oh yeah, and now you must be flirting with that bedhead over there too. Don't you have any shame?"

And Isabella left angrily.

"My my, if that isn't ____ de Mare. What brings such a fine young maiden into such an average Inn?", a male voice asked. You needed a moment to process what he said. wait, is that-?!

'nooooooooooooooo!'

"And you are?" 'yeah, suck that in bitch, for what you did to my precious Ariadne.', you thought as Cesare gave you a perplexed expression.

"I-I am count Cesare, and-" "So what brings you here then? Also drinking something in an average Inn?"

'Haha, he's seething now- wait, why is he smirking?'

"Hm, I've never met such a funny lady such as yourself, milady. But really, what brings you here?"

"A drink." "Nothing more? Not even a fine young man such as me?"

"A bar would be the last place I'd look for a man in.", you deadpanned and Sancha allowed herself to snicker at your remark. Cesare looked desperate now.

"Here's your drink, Ma'am!", your precious brewer yelled as he slammed the big beverage on the poor wooden table which croaked in pain at the impact.

'was this guy a knight or an Orc in his earlier life-' "No way, you ordered the same drink as me? You know that it's the strongest drink they have, right?", Cesare's voice called you out of your thoughts and you nodded absent-mindedly. the redhead thought that you'd be having second thoughts, so of course, he challenged you.

"Let's have a friendly competition, ____. If I win, you'll have to pay for my drink as well, plus, you'll have to do me a favor. And if you win, I'll pay and do you a favour."

'keeping the money sounds like a good idea and I don't even know how strong it really is. Also, I have been drinking alcohol the whole time I was in my previous life. It can't be that bad.'

"Alright, bet." And it wasn't even bad. The drink was soothingly going down your throat and you felt relaxed rather than drunk. It honestly felt more like drinking tea than alcohol.

The Inn keeper stared at you in shock as you emptied the glass, Sancha frowned in fear and Cesare didn't even get to have his third gulp before he got red from the strength of the beverage.

You pitied him. "Let me pay. You're too drunk." "nooo, I'mmarigh!"

'Jeez, he certainly can't hold his liquor.'

cesare had the dignity to pay though, and he then asked you about the favor. "I'll think about it, but you go home now. We don't want you passing out on the floor now, do we?"

Cesare stared at you with half lidded eyes. he also frowned. "What's wrong?"

"How'an you dring somin as that with such ease? Are you a frewuend visi'er?" "Uh, yeah?"

'Can he stop speaking gibberish?'

"and how are you sooooo pretty?"

"I dunno. Now g-go home.", 'Am I embarrassed because he called me pretty?'

"ca'we see ea'other againnnnn?"

"Yes, we can see each other again, now go.", and you paid two men a generous amount to bring the count back home safely.

"I love how you handled the situation, milady!" "Please just call me ____, okay?" "Really?" "Yep. Did you also like the drink I ordered for you?"

"It was alright, just a little too sweet! But still, thank you very much!"

"Okay, next time we visit, I'll ask them to tone it down with the sugar."

"Next time? You plan on visiting again?" "Why not? It was nice there, wasn't it?" "You're right, actually!"

"Good, now let's go- oompff-!?", you got interrupted by someone who bumped into you. It was another guy, and this time you actually liked the person.

"Oh, I am so sorry, are you alright, young miss?", the blonde asked and you nodded. "Are you?"

"Yes. And again, I apologize for not paying attention to you!", he exclaimed and you had to internally deadpan at Alfonso too. "It is alright. Really, no need for such formalities."

"Oh, alright. Say, what does a sweet young woman like you do here in the city? Are you new here?", he asked and gave you a small smile.

Your knees were threatening to buckle and you smiled back. 'First I'm pretty, then I'm sweet, is today "complement ____"-day or what?'

"Oh, no. I'm actually lady ____ de Mare, and I am here with my friend, Sancha. We were just out to grab a drink and then go home again."

You were a little dissappointed that you didn't really get drunk or think about how you could actually land here because of Cesare, but oh well. And Alfonso was also really sweet.

"A drink? really? Huh, maybe I could try the same drink and see what you like, madam!"

"Oh, don't do that!", Sancha exclaimed and her eyes widened comically. "Lady ____ had drunk the heaviest beverage there was at the bar and she didn't even get drunk! She also had a bet with count Cesare, who lost and got drunk just after two sips! I recommend you not to drink it!"

"Oh my, that sounds...hilarious. Then I guess I'll have to try it some other time. anyways, there was something I ought to ask you, miss ____; would you like to attend one of my balls? You could come as some form of debut, and there will be many people there."

"Hm...I need to think about it, but I'd like to attend it."

"Sounds great! I'll also send in an invitation to you, of course!", the young royal cheered and you then spoke your farewells.

'Jeez, when I'm taking a drink, a lot happens...!' "Sancha, wanna take a walk maybe?" "Of course, La- I mean, ____!"

"We'll work on that."

...

You were in your chamber now. 'This must've been Ariadnes's room...I feel like I'm not avenging her and her past...even though Cesare has been nice to me today-albeit in his own way-I can't forget on how he treated her. But maybe he only got that bad after he fell in love with Isabella? I'll have to see for my own. And Alfonso is just as much the sweetheart as he was in the novel.

I just hope that I can change Isabella for the better and give Sancha a good life as well, and let's not forget Arabella, this poor little girl.

Yeah, I'll teach 'em on how to be good people and have a good life!'

And with that, you fell asleep with a smile, already awaiting the next day and what wonders it might bring.

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BRO, no. nah, I'm sorry but I don't like how it turned out. I dunno, I never like any of my posts but it is like that...

anyways, I hope it was okay.

Read you in the next post!

#I'm the queen in this life #itqitl x reader #i'm the queen in this life x reader #ariadne x reader #cesare x reader #alfonso x reaer

[beasty-xoxo]

III - The Caligo District

Your exit from the party venue was rather stealthy considering the circumstance of your current dress. 

After politely excusing yourself from the two men working in the press, you were able to slink through the ballroom. Your only mistake was being so cautious in watching your father and His Highness that you walked right into the snake's gaping maw.

You felt him before you saw him, charging face first into a solid presence. Before you could wobble and fall in your heeled shoes, you felt his hands quickly steady you at the waist.

"My Lady Olores!" Simon Clarke gazed down upon you. His expression was a strange mix of worry and hope. "I would hope your condition has improved?" 

You gasped, jaw going taught as you wrenched from his grip in the most polite way you could. A bachelor like him holding onto you would surely have drawn eyes. 

"Ah– actually Simon I'm going to get some fresh air. This party is suffocating." 

Simon frowned, his brows drawing together. "Oh, about that dance? Would you say you're still–"

"I'm sorry– I missed the washroom and I'm at a point of retching."

He took a step back at the simple word, eyes suddenly blown wide before a nervous chuckle left him. 

"Another time then, My Lady."

You nodded curtly at him, lifting your dress to whisk yourself from the venue and into the slowly cooling air of Aves. You swallowed a deep breath of relief, brushing Simon's touch from your dress as you trudged down the curb towards your carriage. 

You were pleasantly surprised to see the very same coachman as before tending to your father's mares. A satisfied smile found your lips. 

He turned upon the sound of your footfalls, surprise overtaking him seeing you unaccompanied and exiting the party early. 

"My Lady Olores! Uhm– is there any way I can help you?" 

You noticed the new tint his face had taken, color burning up his cheeks and down his neck. You gave him your prettiest smile, offering him a single gloved hand in which he took rather timidly. 

"There absolutely is, good sir," you let him lead you to the carriage door, popping it open. "I would ask that you return me to Cygnus. I require a moment from the party…"

The coachman nodded quickly. "Of course, My Lady. Shall we arrive at your estate?"

You hummed. "Actually– I would much prefer to be left in the city square. I have a few errands." You made yourself comfortable, flashing him another smile. "I leave myself in your capable hands, hm?"

The coachman straightened at your speech, sputtering a bit to himself in embarrassment. "Yes, My Lady! We'll move at once!"

He quickly closed the door, moving round to the front and preparing the horses. You felt rather satisfied by your technique.

You allowed yourself to remove your gloves as the carriage startled into motion. With the pace taken by the flustered Coachman you would be arriving at Cygnus in no time to follow your lead. 

What would it be like, if you could see him again? 

Your parting from Lev upon the death of your mother and baby brother had been quite the tearful occasion. To think, the last time you had seen his face it had been streaked in tears. 

It wasn't your favorite memory– especially not of him. The two of you used to get up to so much delightfully wonderful trouble that such an upsetting memory could hardly be used to remember him by. Lev was always there– even when your mother first fell ill and your other playmates drew far. He was like a rock shielding you from the viscous pounding of the ocean's waves. 

You glanced out of the small window, fogged from the recession of the early morning dew. If you saw him again after all of these years… What would you say? 

You knew you could recognize him in a heartbeat. You just don't forget a boy like Lev Haiba; not with that shock of silvery hair and those eyes like giant, round emeralds. But would he even recognize you?

You let out a groan of annoyance from the pretentiousness of your thoughts. Surely he would recognize you! He was your best friend, after all. Surely the weather of a few years wouldn't decay that bond. 

Your fingers twisted the hem of your dress, nails picking at the laces of your bodice to just barely loosen it. The change in atmosphere outside of the carriage cabin told you that you would be arriving soon.

Cygnus wasn't too far from the capital city– being the kingdom's most prominent trading hub it's relative closeness had a myriad of positive effects on the city's economy.

A deep sigh left you. Who knew that the trading hub would begin to attract pirates? You knew that there were parts of Cygnus– parts your father forbade you to visit– that served as little dens of sin for the less morally sound. Your father had decided complete erasure of things like taverns would destabilize the city's infrastructure far too much, and so he settled on keeping you far from that section of Cygnus.

Everyone called it Cygnus' Caligo district, for reasons you were unsure of– and you had been curious about it your entire life. Now that you were hunting down pirates to somehow find your childhood best friend, it was your best bet. You would have to go against every rule your father had ever set, and enter the most dangerous area in your hometown. 

To be fair though, a dangerous spot in Cygnus is far nicer than normal spots in most other cities…

The tiny window at the front of the carriage slid open, and you could hear the earlier coachman speak to you. 

"My Lady, we are arriving in the city's square. I must ask– does Lord Olores know of this outing?"

You couldn't help but hiss at the question, composing yourself. 

"Of course he does. He knew I wasn't feeling very well."

The coachman hummed at your response. 

"My Lady, if you are feeling ill I would have no problem returning you home. If you tell me your errands, it would be my honor to complete those for yo-" 

"That's completely unnecessary." 

Your retort came quickly, and for a second all that was heard was the stamping of the moving mares. Then, he spoke again.

"Of course, My Lady. My most sincere apologies."

You bit your tongue, feeling guilty for reprimanding the man– however an apology could compromise your mission. Your payment would have to be apology enough. 

The carriage rolled slowly to a stop, one of the mares giving a sharp whinny at the abrupt change in pace. The coachman hopped around to help you out.

You had already pulled your gloves back up to your elbows, taking his arm and hopping to cobblestone the ground. You steadied yourself on his shoulders. 

"Thank you very much, sir. Here– for your trouble," You gave him a bright smile, placing the coins in his palm. "I very much appreciate your help." 

The man shifted the coins in his palm before nodding. 

"Do be careful, My Lady." He gave a small bow before returning to the mares. 

In that time you had already begun your search for the Caligo district.

Its location had never been explicitly said to you– only that it was bad and that you should avoid it. So, you would have to ask around. 

You made your way down the street, giving friendly waves and nods to all your neighbors as you traveled. Making your way slowly towards the more menacing parts of town.

Friendly people you had passed, who all recognized you immediately, gave very vague advice and directions. After all– defying you would be defying their Lady, but telling you wholly is defying their Lord. 

Eventually though, the hints started to work out rather well.

When walking the streets of the port city the pristine lawns and clean cut hedges slowly morph into something a little unruly. 

The houses stop looking the same, each more unique than the rest. The roofing takes on a characteristic slant– and the smoke runs a bit thicker. In this part of town, the people of Cygnus liked to shed their dignified shells to feed the gnawing bugs of release. 

You held your hands close to your chest. All around you people appeared to be celebrating some unknown event– and the areas around you looked rather friendly despite earlier depictions given by the maids and men you knew. 

According to them, it was no place for a dignified lady or maiden to conduct a social outing of any kind. People fought, and committed crime– but all you could see was partying, not much unlike the establishment you had just escaped.

A little ways down the bustling street, one establishment seemed to burst with so much music and festivity that you knew deep down you were headed in the right direction. The building was quaint, resting in a cute little nook favoring the harbor. Looking long-ways down the road would reveal the ships resting in port, and if anything screamed pirates it was the bar by the bay.

You stood outside, a determined expression on your face. 

The heavy wooden sign swinging on the post outside proudly displayed the establishment's title. It read "The Sunny Sailor", likely referencing the waterside view. Next to the wording was an engraved picture of a sailboat, next to a smiling sun. It was cheery.

As you approached the building, a large and laughing man threw open the door. His belly shook with his laugh, a younger looking man hooked under one of his big arms. You recognized them immediately as the butcher and his brother– surprised to see them on this side of town.

"Oh! Mr. Davis!" 

You called out to him, waving your gloved hand as you scurried forwards like a startled mouse. 

The large man paused his laugh, color draining from his ruddy face as he watched his Lord's daughter approach him at a tavern. 

"Oh, wow! If it isn't–" The man under his arm paused to hiccup, "The beautiful Swan of Cygnus!!" He laughed cheerily seeing you. "Must be my lucky day– a sweet drink and an even sweeter fac-" 

He was quickly cut off by his brother, who promptly elbowed him in his stomach hearing his improper speech. 

"Stuff it, boy! That there's the Duke's daughter!" He cleared his throat loudly, trying to remove the scowl from his face as he addressed you. "My Lady Olores! What are you doing here in this part of town? This shady place'll dim your shine!"

He laughed nervously, clearly far more sober than his younger counterpart. For that you were thankful.

"Oh, I am so glad I found you!" You came to a stop in front of both men, the younger humming.

"Glad we found you, toOOF!"

The butcher glared down at his brother again as you continued. 

"I'm actually, well, looking for someone?"

The butcher's eyes squinted as he thought out your reason. "My Lady, I'm afraid you'll find none of your young lady friends in this here bar…" His frown was deep.

"Ah, well that's quite alright– I'm actually looking for a man." Your face felt hot with embarrassment from the admission. "I thought he could be here… because it's by the water… and well, pirates like water, yeah?"

His eyes blew wide. "My Lady! You're seeking out a–" he lowered his tone to avoid eyes, "A pirate? I'm sorry, but I can't allow you in there on a good conscience."

You went a bit panicked, afraid for a second, he might sell you out. "Please, Mr. Davis!! I need to find him! It's very important to my happiness!"

You pouted up at him, a tactic you would often use on your father that proved notoriously effective. The butcher sighed.

"Dohh… Fine! But if he's not here I'm taking you home!"

You nodded happily, following both men into the crowded establishment and disappearing from the street.

The stench of hard gin and rum permeated through the air in plumes thicker than you had ever inhaled before, making your nose scrunch up. 

The inside was like nothing you would have ever imagined. All around the bar people danced merrily– not just men but also women in thin dresses with drinks in hand. The music was far louder inside, and laced with laughter and singing of popular shanties. Not a single person noticed your arrival. 

You worked up the courage, clearing your throat before you began to yell. 

"Uhm– Excuse me!! Hello!?" Not a single eye. "I'm- I'm looking for someone! Have any of you seen– or know of…" You sighed. Clearly that was getting you nowhere…

You chewed at your bottom lip, Mr. Davis' younger brother sidling up next to you. 

"Seems to me you're in need of something a little louder."

You looked at him thoughtfully, eyes scanning down his frame to his hip where a holster rested. You smirked.

"That's a good idea… could I borrow your gun, good sir?"

He looked at you a little incredulously, as if his drunk mind couldn't comprehend your words, before he shrugged. 

"Ehh, sure. Why not?" He slid the standard firearm from his belt to sit it in your open palm. You were handling it before the butcher could stop you, stuffing gunpowder down the nose and pushing the flash fan cover forwards.

You hoisted up onto a nearby table. A nearby candle to light the wick– and soon you were pressing the matchlock forwards in the air to dry fire the pistol. 

It exploded in a manner loud enough to drop the bar into complete silence– and were you ever a sight to see. Any residents of Cygnus could immediately recognize you as the Duke's daughter, Y/N Olores. Yet– there you stood holding a pistol in one hand, the other bunching up the fabrics of your frilly ball gown. 

All eyes were on you, shocked by your brazenness. You spoke before you could become too shy, handing the gun back to the man beside you as he gaped up at you. 

"My apologies! I just– well you couldn't hear me…" The room stayed still as you spoke. "Can anyone point me towards the crew of The Black Cat?..."

People blinked up at you, before everyone slowly shuffled to form an empty pathway leading deeper into the bar. At the end there was a large round table, seating many men who all watched you with incredulous expressions. You couldn't help but smile, finally finding your way. 

"Well! Uhm– back to the festivities then, thank you!" You hopped down from the table, and slowly as you made your way towards the infamous pirates crew, the festivities started once more. 

The crew was eerily silent as you approached. A man sat in the middle, tall with dark hair and a sly exterior. A pipe hung between his lips, billowing smoke. The cards he held in his hands were forgotten after your show, and all eyes of the crew were on you… unfortunately, your friend was nowhere in sight. 

Nobody uttered a single syllable, the crew staring you down– likely in utter confusion as to why a fancy maiden was hunting them down. If they wouldn't speak, then you would. 

"Hello… I'm Y/N… Y/N Olores. Which one of you would be the captain of your vessel?" 

The eyes around you slowly slid to the dark-haired man in the middle. He looked to be no more than a few years older than yourself. He inhaled his smoke, puffing it out and sitting the pipe on the table as he dealt out a few cards. 

"So this is what your navy resorts to, huh? Trying to tempt us with a pretty young maiden?..."

His brow arched as he looked at you, some of his crew keeping to their drinks– but their eyes stayed on you.

"Wh- I beg your pardon?" You felt a little offended. "I'm not with any Navy! I come on personal business."

The dark-haired man was going to disagree, but the man next to him spoke up. He was much shorter, his hair– which had been bleached near the ends– hung in his eyes. 

"She's not, Kuro. That girl's the Duke's daughter." He paused. "I don't think they're brave enough to send a prominent political figure's daughter into danger to nab a few pirates."

He looked up at you, cold, calculating, honey-colored eyes studying you silently. The aforementioned Kuro, who you supposed was the captain, suddenly stood. 

"Well then– don't you think you're a little too rich to be here? Swan of Cygnus?" He held out his hand, and you could feel embarrassment building that the nickname was more commonplace than your actual name… "My name is Tetsurō Kuroo, but you can call me whichever you prefer." He arched his brow. 

You took his hand, shaking it politely. "Nice to meet you, sir." Once you removed your hand, glove stained with gunpowder from earlier, you smiled. 

You opened your mouth to speak– to ask– to finally find confirmation about your long lost friend. However, before you could loosen a single syllable, a door near the back of the tavern slammed open. 

"Captain!! Captain, I heard gunfire!" 

Your eyes drew towards the new commotion, body stunned into shock by the familiarity of it all. 

A shock of silvery-white hair weaved through crowds and barreled towards where you stood. He shoved people out of his way, and when you could see him your breath left you. 

He was incredibly tall– a far cry from the shorter boy you knew. He towered over most in the tavern, eyes still just as big, and just as green as he searched the face of his captain. His shoulders had broadened out– but you could tell he was still rather lithe. He wore his hair differently, parted and styled in a more mature and gentlemanly manner. 

There was no denying it, though– even with his taller frame and deeper voice you knew him immediately. This was Lev Haiba. 

His eyes slowly trailed from his captain to who stood across from him. You. Suddenly, his eyes went wide. His spine went rigid, and the empty tankards he held in his long arms dropped to the floor in his shock. 

"Y-...Y/N?" He seemed to be in complete disbelief, but hearing your name fall from his lips sent you into such a frenzied state of joy– well– you didn't think. 

"Lev!!" You squealed happily, running forwards to launch yourself into him unabashedly– much like when you were kids. He quickly opened his arms to catch you, pulling you from the ground and as close to his heart as he could manage. A happy laugh bubbled in his throat. 

"Y/N, what are you doing here– why are you here?" He questioned you with a broad smile, pressed against your temple as he took a second to breathe you in. 

You sobbed happily in his arms, clinging to him like he would disappear if you let him go. "I was looking for you! I heard you became a pirate– I got so worried I just had to find you!!" When you pulled away you had tears rolling down your cheeks, and he shushed you as he wiped them away. 

"I… I thought you left Cygnus? I thought I'd never see you again."

Before you could even think to explain, you were interrupted by a cough. 

Lev sat you down, and you both turned to find the entire crew was watching with wide eyes. Kuroo still stood, arms crossed over his chest. 

"I think you owe me an explanation, Haiba?..."

While your reunion unfolded in the Caligo district of Cygnus, Arthur Olores still enjoyed his talk with His Highness– until your lack of return had begun to disturb him. 

Simon attempted to walk past him– but your father grabbed him by the arm. 

"Pardon me, son. Did you see my daughter anywhere?..."

Simon looked at your father, brows shooting up. "Oh, yes My Lord– She refused to dance with me on feeling ill. Said she needed air and promptly exited the venue."

Your father's eyes went wide as he looked at the prince. "I'm so sorry, Your Highness… I must find my daughter– she has an inkling for getting into trouble, and I fear the worst."

Prince Tobio shook his head. "No, Lord Olores. It was entirely the fault of my company. I will help you search." He nodded his regal head, and his aforementioned company began to fan out in search of you. 

Your father hung his own head with a sigh. 

"Oh, Y/N… where have you gone now?"

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Marecal Wedding Headcanon

Image Mare in her reception, dancing with her father, Daniel, who had been doing everything he could to be able to stand and dance with his first daughter on her wedding day.

Though both aren't dancer, moving awkwardly with every step, they still held each other tight through it all.

Both are crying, everyone in Mare and Cal's small wedding are crying.

Cal looking at father and daughter dance with happiness and something else, he can't describe.

Then Mare turned a few steps, giving Cal a better view of Daniel's face. Who noticed Cal and gave him the "look."

Cal, standing next to Maven: "Uhm...did you saw that?"

Maven: "Yep."

Cal: "What do you think was that?"

Maven: "A warning."

Cal: "My colors. What do you think that meant?"

Maven, smirking: "I might have this limp forever but the moment you hurt my daughter. I will sprint to my rifle."

Cal: But...I gave him dance lessons.

Maven: Don't be too sad, brother. At least he let you marry his daughter. *laughs in theater kid*

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In My Time of Need - TaeKookMin pt. 1

Part of the Skyrim WG AU. Inspired by @tae156. Here is Jungkook's first meeting with the 95'ers! This is basically their origin story and the beginning of Jungkook's fascination with weight gain. The next part will be called A Night To Remember if that gives you any clues 👀

“And here is Taehyung Kim, your gift from the Jarl unto you, Dragonborn Jungkook, for saving Whiterun from mortal danger. We could not have defeated that dragon without your help.”

Taehyung Kim stood before Jungkook, slightly shorter than him and probably a year or two older. He was a Bosmer, a Wood Elf, with tanned skin and ebony hair. Long, sharp ears poked out between the black curls, framing his handsome face. Intense dark brown eyes stared into his soul. He wore form fitting leather armor, and had a hunter’s bow strapped to his back. An archer it seemed.

Jungkook looked back and forth from Proventus Avenicci to this new Taehyung character rapidly. They were gifting him a person?! “Ah- Thank you Advisor Avenicci. I accept the Jarl’s, uhm… gift.”

Nodding, Proventus Avenicci stepped aside and walked back towards Jarl Balgruuf the Greater, the leader of the city Whiterun. Whiterun was the first big town that Jungkook arrived at after nearly being executed on false pretenses back in Helgun. Luckily a dragon came and accidentally saved his head from being chopped off. Unluckily, said dragon destroyed the town entirely.

Suddenly Taehyung spoke, shaking Jungkook out of his thoughts.

“The Jarl has appointed me to be your housecarl. It's an honor to serve you.”

“Ah, that’s okay really. I don’t need anyone serving me thank you very much.”

“But- But you’re my Thane. I'm sworn to your service. I'll guard you, and all you own, with my life.”

“Okay, that’s a little intense.” Jungkook couldn’t help but say out loud. This poor kid, he probably wasn’t even much older than himself and he was already practically a slave to some stranger. Said stranger being himself. “Let’s just… follow me, okay? Let’s grab a drink.”

Divines knew he needed one.

-

As soon as they stepped out of Dragonsreach, Jarl Balguuf’s palace, Taehyung turned to him, grabbed his shoulders and began to shake them. “Oh thank Y'ffre! I’m outta there!”

Taken aback, all Jungkook could utter was a startled “Huh?” before Taehyung grabed his hand and started power walking down the steps.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been stuck in Dragonsreach just waiting for some stuffy, insufferable noble to catch the Jarl’s attention and assign me to them on account of how many septims they have. But you! Oh, you! You saved us! Actually saved us! I heard we would have been charred skeever hide without your help! Oh, let me buy you a mug of mead, please!” Taehyung’s box-like grin was contagious, and Jungkook found himself smiling in spite of himself.

They were already in the Wind District, below Dragonsreach but above the markets, when Jungkook dug his heels in and forced Taehyung to stop with him. “Hang on, hang on! Before we do anything, I need to know. I’m a Thane? No one really explained to me what that means…”

Taehyung, yanked to a sudden stop, looked back at Jungkook exasperatedly. “The Jarl has recognized you as a person of great importance in the hold.” He seemed to be reciting the words from memory. “A hero. The title of Thane is an honor, a gift for your service.”

“Oh.” Jungkook was kind of shocked. Him? An important person, again?! Could he stop being special for five minutes already?!

Taehyung’s smirk was back as he leaned in closer to Jungkook’s ear. “Guards will know to look the other way, if you let them know who you are.” He giggled.

Jungkook couldn’t help but let out an amused laugh. This guy was growing on him, he’d admit.

“Now come on, let’s get to the Bannered Mare before stupid Mikael starts caterwauling again. Can’t wait for the day someone teaches that womanizer to keep his hands to himself.”

“Wait, I thought you said you’ve been stuck in Dragonsreach? How do you know so much about Whiterun?” Jungkook asked.

Taehyung side eyed him, “I wasn’t always a Housecarl, you know? Used to be a guard! Then I got promoted.” He said ‘promoted’ in a funny voice. “Whole lotta nothing that was. Until you came around that is!”

Jungkook blushed as Taehyung sent him a wink. The Bosmer was cute.

-

Entering the Bannered Mare at two in the afternoon on a Sundas was like entering a partially abandoned temple of Arkay, the god of birth and death. Unnervingly quiet.

Ignoring the unpleasant atmosphere, Taehyung led Jungkook to the bar where he plopped down a bag of coins and asked Hulda, the inn’s proprietor, for two bowls of stew and two mugs of Honningbrew mead.

The mead came quickly, and the stew not long afterwards.

As they ate and talked, they got to know each other. Jungkook told Taehyung about discovering he was Dragonborn, finding the dragonstone in Bleakfalls Barrow, an ancient Nordic crypt full of the undead, and eventually finding his way to Whiterun. Taehyung told Jungkook about growing up in Riften’s orphanage, running away with another kid and making their way to Whiterun only to end up as guards. He mentioned there being an incident that led to him becoming Housecarl, but another round of drinks entered the scene before he could finish his story.

Jungkook was sipping on his second mug of mead, enjoying the now silent company of his Housecarl when he noticed someone else in the room with them. Leaning behind the happily feasting Taehyung, Jungkook spotted a short man in amber colored mages robes sipping on a mug of something in the corner of the inn. He had hair the color of wheat straw and the complexion of a Breton.

As if he sensed Jungkook staring, the man looked over to Jungkook and raised an eyebrow.

In a trance, Jungkook muttered to Taehyung he’d be right back and got up to say hi. Taehyung was too busy digging into his seconds that he didn’t seem to care where Jungkook went. In hindsight, maybe an apparent glutton wasn’t the best choice for a Housecarl…

Either way, Jungkook sauntered on over to the Breton.

“H-Hi?” Jungkook’s voice cracked. Coughing he tried again, “Hi, I’m Jung-.”

“I know who you are.” The beautiful man drawled, apparently unimpressed. “You’re the Dragonborn, an Imperial lost in Skyrim, here to save us all from the dragon threat. Yadda yadda… I don’t care.”

Jungkook didn’t know whether to be relieved or insulted by the man’s irreverence. “Well-”

“All I want to know, is if I can drink said great and mighty Dragonborn under the table or not, get it?” The man was all of intimidating, up until he hiccuped cutely.

Oh, he was a drunk.

Jungkook swallowed down a laugh and put on a serious face. “Of course, and who would I have the honor of drinking with this afternoon?” He waved down Saadia, the bar maid, to grab them a round of drinks.

“Jimin Park.” The Breton declared. “Battlemage ex-hic!-traordinaire.” He pointed somewhere to the left of Jungkook’s face, leaning forwards, almost off the table.

Quickly sitting down in front of him, so that hopefully Jimin didn’t fall off of the table, Jungkook struggled not to laugh at the circumstances.

“Here you lads go.” Saadia set down two large mugs of ale. Must have been what Jimin was drinking before. Jungkook preferred the sweeter taste of mead.

Jungkook handed her some coin as Jimin reached over to grab his mug. “Let’s see what you can do outside of battle, huh?”

Jungkook lifted his own much and clinked them together. “Let’s see, indeed…”

-

Perks of being Dragonborn:

Ability to Shout

Audience with the Grey Beards

Countrywide acclaim

Apparently can’t get drunk???

It’d been several rounds of ale in when Jungkook realized that the drunkest he was feeling was pleasantly buzzed.

On the opposite side of the table however, Jimin was leaned over his fifth mug of ale giggle-snorting at a joke he told himself.

“A-And when he woke up, his skeleton was missing! And the priest was never heard from again!” He slapped the wooden table several times, guffawing, causing their mugs to jump slightly with each slap. Jeez, for a mage, this man was strong…

“That’s… great?” Jungkook set down his mug, deciding to take pity on the other man. “Wow, is it late! You know what? You win. You’ve drunk me under the table. I can’t take another sip!”

“About -hic!- time!” Jimin blinked one eye after the other, like an Argonian. “Now pay up!”

Jungkook handed over a few gold pieces. “There we go, hey! Why don’t I introduce you to by friend over here and get you some bread to help soak up some of that ale?”

“I don’t need any soakin’, I already bathed today.” Jimin said pointedly, completely missing what Jungkook actually said.

“Of course you did.” Jungkook lead him towards an empty seat next to himself and Taehyung.

Taehyung briefly looked up from his meal, back down, and then did a double take. “Jiminie?!”

Jimin’s previously half-closed eyes shot wide open. “Taehyung!”

Jungkook looked wide eyed between the man and mer. These weird-arse people knew each other?! Why in Tamriel was he even surprised…

“What’ve you been up to, -hic!- skeever-butt?” Jimin pulled Taehyung into a sloppy arm hold.

“Only dying from boredom up in Dragonsreach, troll bait!” Taehyung easily loosened himself and pulled Jimin into a solid hug. “Missed ya, you tiny drunkard.”

“Anyone care to tell me how you two know each other or am I going to third wheel all night?” Jungkook chuckled as he watched the scene play out.

Taehyung pulled back from Jimin and coughed, pink faced. “Whoops! Sorry my Thane. This is Jimin, the guy I ran away with when I was young. We grew up in Honorhall Orphanage under the tender love and care of Grelod the Kind.” He rolled his eyes. “What a bitch. She would beat anyone that even looked at her too long. Especially the little ones.”

“We- hic!- tried to help as much as we could, but it eventually grew to be too much.” Jimin looked like he was about to cry, his emotions all over the place. First he was happy to see his friend then he was holding back sobs. Must be an emotional drunk.

“Yeah, at some point every Riften urchin has two choices. One, grow up and join the Thieves Guild or two, run away and try to find a life for yourself.” Taehyung explained. The Thieves Guild… now where did Jungkook hear about them again…?

Jimin sniffled. “We chose the second. Came here to Whiterun once we scrounged up enough coin to take the carriage. Had nothing but ourselves and the clothes on our backs.”

“Must’ve been no older than 16.” Taehyung continued. “Had to beg for them to let us into the guard. In hindsight they must’ve been desperate for soldiers, cause they said yes.”

“We stayed as grunts for years, up until we had a uhhhh… slight accident and I got myself kicked out? Luckily I was an adult by then and could set myself up as a mercenary.” Jimin seemed hesitant to bring up this particular story, which was a shame because Jungkook desperately wanted to hear more.

Taehyung growled. “It wasn’t an accident, dummy. I fucked up and you took the blame. I got promoted because of it and the rest is stupid history.” Taehyung definitely looked upset having this brought up again angrily biting into his third chunk of bread. Whoops, subject change?

“Regardless, here you two are now! Taehyung’s free from the Jarl, and Jimin, I would love it if you would join us when we need an extra hand?” Jungkook hoped his positive attitude was enough to lighten the darkened atmosphere.

Taehyung swallowed and Jimin wiped his eyes on his embroidered sleeve. They looked at each other and couldn’t help but smile. “Aww, fuck it. That was years ago. I’m just glad I have you again.” Taehyung muttered, pulling Jimin into a firm hug.

It was times like these, witnessing friends show each other affection that made Jungkook crave that closeness too. Some day, Jungkook. Some day.

The rest of the afternoon was spent eating (okay that was mostly just Taehyung) and people watching as the rest of the city filled into the inn slash tavern. A particularly awful bard started singing which was when Jungkook decided it was about time to find himself a room for the night. That or rush over to Belathor’s shop before it closed to purchase a fur tent for him and Taehyung. Jimin retired to his own room, requiring Saadia’s help getting up the stairs without accident.

“Spend at least a night at the Bannered Mare,” Taehyung recommended. “You’ve got to try her breakfast pie!”

Giving in, Jungkook purchased a night at the inn for both him and Taehyung, alongside access to Hulda’s private bath. It felt like forever ago he was traipsing down the catacombs of ancient zombies when really it wasn’t even twenty four hours. Time to scrub off the grime and dust.

Taehyung said he bathed just the day before and would meet him up in their shared bedroom.

-

The bath was nice, he had picked up some lavender soap at the Riverwood Trader’s a few days ago that he finally put to good use, scrubbing off layers of gunk from his smooth tan skin.

Feeling like he was glowing, he crept up the Bannered Mare’s stairs and to the bedrooms. To his right he noticed a door was a jar, looking in he spotted where Saadia dumped Jimin. He was half on, half off his cot. His robes were still on and he was drooling. Not wanting to push a borderline stranger’s boundaries, Jungkook left his robes on and just rearranged him into a more comfortable position.

Sneaking out of the room, he closed the door.

To his left was another door, this one closed. Remembering it to be the one that Hulda showed to him when he purchased it’s use, he opened it.

Now, he fully expected Taehyung to be under the furs and asleep by the time he had gotten back from his bath and helping Jimin, but he wasn’t.

Taehyung was currently undressing himself from his leather armor, bow and quiver leaned up against the side of the bed. Tossing his chest piece and gauntlets to the side, he proceeded to strip himself of his shirt. Jungkook was then given front row seats to witness the damage Taehyung had done to himself during dinner.

The poor Bosmer was bloated beyond belief. How in Tamriel he could still be thinking about pie with a belly that stuffed was beyond him. It stuck out and hung down slightly onto his lap. Even more surprisingly, there were signs that this definitely wasn’t the first time this kind of feasting had happened.

His chest was distended, filled with excess fat. His areola wide and dark, with swollen nipples at their crest. His sides were rounded out and his puffy thighs were stuffed into his leggings like venison sausages. The boy was chubby, and Jungkook swallowed thickly at the sight.

Looking up, Taehyung startled at Jungkook’s presence. His chub jiggled a bit as he jumped. “Oh shit, you’re back.” Taehyung made no move to cover himself up. “Sorry, we can turn out the lanterns now. I was just finishing undressing.”

“O-Okay… I just uh-” Jungkook was at a loss of words.

Taehyung tilted his head before noticing where Jungkook’s gaze landed. “Oh. Well, I would get bored up in Dragonsreach, and I guess there was always plenty of food to try out. So I just got used to overeating. Now I have a little tummy.” He gave it a couple slaps.

Yeah, well that little tummy is going to be a medium sized tummy if you aren’t more careful. Jungkook thought.

“Oh, well. That’s fine. We can always work it off while traveling.” Jungkook didn’t know what else to say. At least, nothing appropriate for near strangers.

“Yeah…” Taehyung muttered before blowing out the lantern. “Work it off.”

Jungkook had very anti-“work it off” dreams that night.

#pudgeprojects #bts skyrim wg au #tw alcohol #tw drunk #tw drinking #canon typical drinking #aye I finished it! #there’s a pt. 2 coming that goes more into kink #so watch out for that #coming after this though will probably be the yoonkook one #Yoongi has a big belly in that one #yummy

[nyxirrationalstories]

I’ve noticed that you write for Vampire Hunter D and I was wondering if you could do a gunslinger reader that travels with him? And they are not at all bothered by his good looks, and they keep him at arms length. Hardly speaking unless spoken to and gruff and straight to the point? Maybe some romantic yanderish tendencies on D’s end if that is ok.

Enjoy, and thanks for ask.

--- And what do you think of D? --- the young woman looked at Miss Doris, frowning slightly in confusion at the blonde's sudden question.

--- Uhm, that he' s good at his job? --- the truth was that the gunslinger didn't know exactly what to say about her… companion. I mean, they weren't even partners per se; sometimes they met and went to the same place (like right now) --- Are you satisfied with the answer? --- It wasn't the first time a person would complain about how she responded, so (to have more customers) she would ask in case she had to clarify further.

--- I didn't mean that, I mean, I don't doubt it; but…. --- Doris reflexively watched as Dan followed the dhampir excitedly while D prepared things for his next customer. She was actually pleased to see D again, especially Dan, but was surprised that she had a companion (although, in the stranger's words, they were more like casual encounters). Doris believed the young woman's words and attitude, however, she was very doubtful because of D.'s actions --- What do you think of his person? Is he a friend or something else? I mean… do you think he's handsome?

--- Handsome? --- the young woman looked at the other hunter, analyzing him closely --- I guess, I like his hat --- Doris noticed how that last one was said with confidence; she still didn't know if she was being sincere or if she was avoiding answering --- As for his personality, we didn't talk long enough to know what he's really like. I'm not much of a talker either.

--- Do you have a boyfriend? --- Doris turned to look at her brother, somewhat surprised and embarrassed by Dan's sudden question.

--- Don't you think I'm too big for you? --- the young woman replied with a small smile --- I don't, and in my line of work that doesn't end well.

--- Understood, thank you very much --- and just as he came, Dan returned with a smile at D's side. To the young woman it was just a curious child's question, perhaps even a passing infantile love, to which she paid no attention and went to get her mount ready. However, Doris noticed how Dan seemed to be telling D something that made him get up and walk over to where the holster was. With this small talk, Doris could suspect that maybe D liked his companion.

--- Are you ready? --- if there was one thing that perhaps made her nervous about the dhampir, it was how quiet he could be. She just nodded and mounted her mare "Night" while D mounted his cyborg horse, bidding farewell to both brothers and heading east.

D genuinely liked spending time with her. Even if their encounters were short-lived, almost half of them were… deliberate, calculated to be more exact. He wasn't proud to say he did that, he sounded like… his father.

Now, having learned a little bit of how to… get along in a more intimate, romantic conversation, he felt more confident in initiating a conversation with her.

--- How was your previous trip? --- the young woman looked up at her companion, somewhat surprised that he was talking. Usually when they went together it was Lefty who broke the icy silence.

--- Well, everything that was supposed to be dead, I made sure it was --- the young woman answered without any further explanation. That elicited a laugh from Lefty, who D tried not to make it sound so loud.

--- Well, well, and I thought you didn't have a sense of humor --- The young woman didn't mind talking to the parasite, sometimes it was even entertaining, although she didn't feel like talking much right now --- What a catch, do you happen to know how to get along with errant in-laws who have lived for over a million years?

--- I know how to kill their kind --- that got another laugh from Lefty, and he had to admit it was a bit infectious.

--- You have my blessing, little human, to marry D --- with that comment, the dhampir made Lefty vanish from his hand.

--- I'm sorry, he' s like this because I've given a lot of thought to a matter --- The young woman looked astonished at her companion, it really must be something important to even tell him --- and I need your… opinion.

Obviously D wouldn't tell you from the front, I'd have to test the waters first before starting to hunt your feelings --- There's a girl, who… doesn't make me feel lonely. Who makes me feel whole, and like one of her kind; it's to such an extent that I always remember her scent, and she's always in my thoughts.

The young woman could hear how Lefty whispered "Even in the lewd, my favorites are hands on her fine ass" but D faded Lefty again. Boy, he sure has been thinking about that girl.

Obviously D wouldn't tell you from the front, I'd have to test the waters first before starting to hunt your feelings --- There's a girl, who… doesn't make me feel lonely. Who makes me feel whole, and like one of her kind; it's to such an extent that I always remember her scent, and she's always in my thoughts.

The young woman could hear how Lefty whispered "Even in the lewd, my favorites are hands on her fine ass" but D faded Lefty again. Boy, he sure has been thinking about that girl.

--- But most of all, I want her by my side. To wake up and see her sleeping next to me; to finally see her really smile.

--- What's the girl's name? --- D had already planned to avoid that question.

--- Leila.

--- I don't know how to answer, I've never had an interest --- answered the gunslinger --- it's the best thing for a hunter. Although I know that sooner or later I will end up with another hunter and maintain my lineage.

--- Sounds like a sentence --- whispered D.

--- It's survival, and frankly, that's the rule of this world --- replied the young woman --- you should know better than me.

--- I promise to free you from that sentence --- D said looking at the young woman --- No man will force you to do anything.

--- And they won't, I just know that there will come a day when I will have to do it or I will want to do it --- replied the young woman caressing her mare --- destiny is capricious, time changes and in the end what is planned doesn't end the way we want it to.

D pondered her words, looking at her with fascination and affection.

--- If one day they force you, I will offer myself.

--- What about Leila?

--- She doesn't know that I love her, and maybe in time she will.

--- But you'll be married by then.

--- Exactly.

#vampire hunter d #vampire hunter d x reader #D x reader #vhd x reader

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Jessi-ka encounter with blood part infinity ♾️

Jessi-ka was off on New years break with her friends they went bar hoping, but jessi-ka felt a when she bumped into a pie watch where your fuck face she yell at the pie noticing he was badly damaged scars and stitches all over his body she even noticed how big he was and the collar around his neck hmm? Jessi-ka did a small grin. Blood got up dusting himself off, and why don't your drunk fine ass watch where you're going? Ms. Ka blood blew weed smoke in jessi-ka face she cough hey why.... huh? Where did he go? She lost blood, and her friends but she couldn't get the size of that cock blood had she knew she had to find him again she went to the bar stand and asked the bartender about a mysterious stallion the whole bar went quite as they knew who she meant huh? Did i say something? The bartender explained to jessi-ka that mysterious stallion is the son of pinkamena his name is Blood, and the bartender explained that he lures Mare to think he's evil but he's actually pretty kind ma'am if you don't disrespect his kids. He has kids? Jessi-ka replied the bartender nodded and continued to tell stories about blood. jessi-ka was interested in how he's still alive.

Has any mare tried to control blood? The bartender said no every mare that tried got killed trying jessi-ka knew that monstrous cock needs to be controlled and she knew she could control it where does he live by chance? The bartender said in old ponyville, "jessi-ka knew where that was, so she started to walk there, but four drunk stallions followed jessi-ka, hoping to get a easy fuck in but little did the four stallions know jessi-ka was being guarded by blood in the shadows jessi-ka walked and entered old ponyville she was surprised there's still life here light were on a music band was playing sweet music but jessi-ka was forced on finding blood till one of the four lustful stallions grabbed and covered jessi-ka mouth of the stallions was a unicorn placing his horn against jessi-ka throat scream you die bitch jessi-ka was scared at first till she heard bloods voice she looked around with her eyes and didn't see him she gulped scared for her life the four stallions started slowly tear her clothes off till one stallion screamed and then disappeared the other three looked around for there friend till another stallion disappeared without getting to screamthe unicorn yelled at jessi-ka are you bitch because your friend just fucked up then the buff stallion holding jessi-ka got his head chopped off blood squirting all over jessi-ka the unicorn looked around then jessi-ka was on the ground trying to cover herself then the unicorn disappeared nothing but blood was left till a stallion came from the shadow it was blood jessi-ka was covering herself so blood didn't see her shame come with me my dear ka I'll get some clothes for you as blood said that he used some kind of magic to teleport her and him to his castle but his kids were there waiting for him to tackle him till the kids saw jessi-ka then the kids automatically took jessi-ka to the bathroom to freshen her up here ma'am smoke this blunt jessi-ka was confused on whats going on but she never knew she would get a make over by kid the daughters and the sons did her makeup her hair even got her a hot dress for jessi-ka but she was stone out of her mind where are you kids helping me they all said they want a good mom for there dad jessi-ka wasn't a good mother figure she just stayed quite and thanked the kids and started walking downstairs stubbling from the weed jessi-ka saw rolling a fat blunt jessi-ka walked up to blood tapping his shoulder as she did that she felt a slap on her flank but nothing was there huh blood turned around seeing ms ka in a dress uhm very beautiful ms ka I'll say

Jessi-ka blushed, saying thanks to your kids. This dress fits me. My kids are always buting in my business ms ka you don't have to stay here. If you don't want to, i only saved you. that's it nothing else, jessi-ka knew he did, but she had to repay him somehow, uh blood? That's my name. How can i repay you? Just leave before my kids get too attached to you. jessi-ka was surprised, but she didn’t listen, so she turned blood to face her look, stitchy. im not leaving until i repay you. Blood groaned, saying no one can never repay a god for saving them, so leave while you're still alive ms ka jessi-ka was steamed, hold up there, Mister stitchy I'm repaying you for what you did for me blood then said why do you mares always care for a killer were not amazing were evil. Jessi-ka didn't know blood was a killer, but she had to repay him, so she said, "So what if a killer saves some pony, then they can't be all evil?" Says the bullie mare herself blood replied while snickering jessi-ka was getting more steamed tackling blood to the floor i may be a bullie mare but this bullie mare will repay you mr stitchy blood sighed saying whatever ms ka just don't push yourself and stop staring at me i may be blind but i know you are staring at me jessi-ka wait you blind she was shocked because his eyes were two different colors they were amazing she could stare into bloods eyes for hours for some reason till blood pushed her away you really are being odd jessi-ka i know you as the famous bullie mare why change now? Im not changing my ways monster cock jessi-ka said with lust in her eyes now let me repay you mr stitchy

Blood used his holy magic to lift jessi-ka off him. Sorry, bullie Mare, but no, it's my reproduction season, and blood got a nose bleed watching jessi-ka with herself he looked away, taking his blunt and walking outside, dropping jessi-ka on the floor when she got up she didn't care is she got pregnant she just wanted to feel that monstrous cock inside her so she sneaked out side looking for blood but nowhere to be found hmm? The hell where did he go? She sat down outside, looking around till she saw blood, but hours passed, and no sign of blood dozed off for a second but not for long, but she started to dream blood was eating her out in jessi-ka dream it felt real but his tongue felt too long she came waking herself up oh my blood you was amaz...... she looked down, seeing blood between her thighs she grined i knew you couldn't resist me mr stitchy she felt bloods tongue twirl inside her pussy making her moan she came again letting out a loud moan damn your tongue is a weapon sir stitchy she then felt blood suck on her clit while twirling his tongue more deeper jessi-ka moaned louder trying to say stop but her mind is going blank she couldn't hold much long till blood disappeared from under jessi-ka.

Jessi-ka was about to climax till blood wasn't there she looked around, not seeing him that asshole.... how dare he then blood appsared grabbing jessi-ka teleporting them to the bathroom shower now ms kathen you can leave till his mom pinkamena yelled for him blood looked at jessi-ka you speak i bite you jessi-ka mind went in the gutter as he disappeared she started the water filling the lock, shock and barrel tub she knew these tub old but this one was in good shape she relaxed in the tub ooo she said with a calming tune she felt relaxed like a princess the bubbles she put in made her feel wonderful like floating on air or a cloud or even space the water felt hot like a romantic hot spring she sat up realizing this can't be what she really wants she looked around the bathroom seeing the castle walls she knew this wasn't her place to be but it felt like it was her time to try this relationship thing till jessi-ka heard a knock on the door ms ka it's midnight my dad oldest daughter may i come in?

Jessi-ka knew that if she needed to know about blood, his kids could help her come in midnight, and she said calmly midnight teleported inside the bathroom. jessi-ka saw the most tiniest mare of all time in front of her, Ms. ka? Yes, midnight, jessi-ka replied to midnight. How did our dad find you because your clothes were shredded? i was basically gonna get raped sweetie but your dad saved me, and i don't know how to repay him. Do you have any ideas? Midnight explained how her family worked. jessi-ka kinda understanded how their dad doesn't trust me to be his one daughter day breaker, so in order for me to gain a bit of trust, i need to get day breaker to trust me?

Midnight nodded, but she also said it's very hard for day to warm up to you, Ms. ka lkke impossibly hard jessi-ka knew this relationship thing is hard but this hard but she had to try well what's your dad like? Immortal then midnight heard the a door know midnight disappeared then blood came in ok ms ka bath is done jessi-ka stared in blood eyes again feeling a warm blanket covering her she never knew blood would be blind but his two different colored eyes were so beautiful blood tell me about yourself no blood quickly replied here's a towel get dried off my daughter day fixed your one outfit and she gave you some of her clothes jessi-ka was shocked that day did that but she wondered why tho? Blood walked out 10 minutes ms ka day be nice.

Day breaker walked in the bathroom after her dad left, locking the door. jessi-ka heard the door lock and turned to day did i do something? Ms. Day? "Day shocked her head, no," but also replied with a "teaches me" ms bully mare? what do you mean day? Teach me how to be a bully mare. My dad told stories about you. My dad also has a huge crush on you he's just very shy. Well, he acts like a mean ass and a stallion who doesn't care. jessi-ka replied ms ka my dad, act like that to protect us and teach us how to live and love, but please date my dad please i would love for you two date the vessel of god and the bully mare as a couple chaos everywhere jessi-ka was shocked her eyes wide her jaw dropped wait wait wait you actually want me the famous bully mare to date your dad the vessel of god right? Jessi-ka replied but also asked if blood is actually a vessel? Day nodded, smiling, so please date my dad. Take your time. We're going somewhere too, so get ready day unlocked the door walking out jessi-ka had on one of days outfit she thought it was smokin hot she looked in the mirror see her flank fits them real nice she slapped her flank talking in the mirror blood eat your heart because the bully mare is on the hunt she growled seeing blood smirking so eat me heart out huh? Jessi-ka blushed. Well, i uh blood closed the door walking up to jessi-ka so the bully mare is on the hunt, huh? Blood got close where his and her lips were, almost touching till blood stopped whispering in her ear. I'll protect you afterward. He disappeared, and jessi-ka felt he was teasing her differently, but deep down, she wanted to feel those lips damn you blood she got up looking in the mirror still smokin she grined lustfuly walked out seeing his kids eleven? Huh?........ jessi-ka felt out numbered till they heard their dad calling for them, but blood teleported her outside so his mom didn't see her. Hey, i wanted to say hi to your mom no. Just no. But no. Blood quickly replied with a hard no. You don't understand. Mortals never do, and why does my daughter day like you so fuckin much did you bribe her treaten her if you did any of those I'll skin you alive slut blood eyes changed sending a chill down jessi-ka spine she felt ill i-i would n-never do t-that..... his eyes changed normal, but two different colors again, then the sickness and the coldness feeling went away. What are you??

Im your worst nightmare when it comes to my family. Keep that noted if my daughter day wants me to date you. My family is all i have since i was brought back from the dead. im willing to accept for you being who you are, but accept me for loving my family, jessi-ka knew her place, but she replied , " Can i still see you, mom, tho she seems fun no she's brittle and mean now

Jessi-ka was thinking like a grandma? Right, Mr. stitchy something like that i think

To be continued, i hope a tag for @n-o-nv2

PS it was supposed to be nsfw a lot, but my brain wasn't working right, but next time, i hope ^^ chow

#bully mare jessi-ka #vessel of god blood #first meet #ponyville #the ultimate pie family #mlp

[tapuhauko]

@irxnmaiden asked:

The northwestern seas off the coasts of Akala—typically a destination for relaxation, but not on this occasion. It took simply one phone call before Jasmine left her position on Alto-Mare, traveling by plane for hours and hours on end, restlessly preoccupied with the news she'd received.

I just hope he's alright...

Navigating hospital wings is nothing new for a caregiver like Jasmine, though that doesn't settle her heartbeat any less. She's genuinely worried—Hau has been through so much in his life, far more than what was fair for anyone, let alone someone with such a spirit that inspires happiness in all those blessed to know him.

It doesn't take long for her to locate his room, bouquet in hand, along with a tote filled with an assortment of things she can only help will bring Hau comfort. She shadows the doorframe, knocking gently as to not disturb him by her sudden appearance.

"Knock knock," her voice is low, floor-level almost, entering the room one delicate step at a time. "I... had to come, as soon as I heard. How are– are you feeling any better...?"

Hau was suprised by how many people would drop their things to simply visit them in the hospital. Of course he was grateful, but he felt a little guilty nonetheless.

At hearing Jasmine's voice near the door, they perk up, turning to face her. "Come in!" They tried their best to seem their usual, peppy self, but it was clear from a single glance at them that they were still in pain and highly uncomfortable. His arms were still looking awful, with purple splotches prominent. As much as he wanted to hide them under the blankets, they had told him to keep them out in the open as much as possible for now.

"Sorry, I can't wave right now... Uhm. They got me in the arms, stomach and upper legs. Been stuck in this bed for a few days now. The pain's slowly getting better, though I'm on anti-biotics right now." As much as they had speedy healing nowadays, it seemed to not function against Poison-type stuff at all. Might even work slower...

"Thank you for coming over so soon. Can use all the distractions I can get right now."

#irxnmaiden #of sunshine and thunderstorms ; ic #hospital cw #injury cw #ask to tag jic

[the-character-lounge]

Buttercup gets attacked

“One of the other Jewels didn’t come in when she was scheduled. He was furious about it, it caused a bit of a scene with the client and he had to rush another Jewel in her place.” Cai looked at him with concern, “I have a good nose, and was asked to look for her and we found out she was servicing in another hotel. It’s... It’s not good.”

Randy adjusted his glasses nervously, and he nodded. “O- Oh.. u- uhm…” he rubbed the back of his head and looked around to see if any pony was listening. “L- Look, h- his ‘side business’ i- is not really m- my area of expertise.. wh- why does he want m- me?” he asked in a hushed, low voice, not wanting any ponies out at midnight to hear them.

“I don’t really know, we’re not sure what to do in this situation and you’re the closest one who might.” She lead him through the lobby of a hotel, going up the stairs rather than the elevator as it was only one floor up that they needed to go. She stopped in front of a door and looked at him. “Are you ready?”

Randy jutted his jaw, and nervously swallowed. He quickly tried to re-tie his loosened bow tie, but it looked worse than before, so he just undid it and the top collar of his shirt. He was nervous, this wasn’t his area. And his involvement with anything illegal he hoped would have just stayed on paper and not have been physically manifested. He couldn’t be traced back to Spinel as easily if it were all on paper. He took in a deep breath, and looked at Cai. “.. I- I suppose I don’t have a ch- choice… d- do I?”

Cai shook her head apologetically, then opened the door, staying to the side of the doorway for now to keep watch.

Spinel was sitting on the bed with another pony, he had pillows stacked up with her head propped up and a hoof gently patting her face. She didn’t look well, one of her eyes was swollen, there were purple lines over her throat, her eyes were losing focus and she looked barely conscious.

Spinel sounded stern, and was looking at her at the time. “Buttercup. Buttercup can you hear me? Stay awake a bit longer. Somepony’s here now. .... Fuck.” The mare had fallen unconcious. Spinel had blood on his hooves and suit, and in the corner of the room was a large stallion who’s face didn’t exactly look attractive with all the beating it had taken. He was out cold and the room was a mess. Spinel looked up at Randy with anger in his eyes. “I know this probably isn’t your thing but I just need advice.”

Randy looked around the room, and his face went from slightly anxious to sheer terror. “O- Oh Celestia! Wh- What the hell h- happened here!?” His voice was shaky and frantic, and he was almost tempted to step back out of the room and make a break for it. He looked at Cai, then back at Spinel and the mare on the bed. He had spied the brute in the corner of his eye, and knew that that asshole deserved whatever it was that put him in the coma. He approached the bed, his eyes frantically scanning the mare. “Wh- What advice!? I- I don’t know h- how to handle sh- shit like this! H- Holy fuck!” he was trembling a bit, not entirely sure now if having accepted that contract with Spinel those few months back was really such a good idea.

Cai closed the door behind Randy and stood outside, making sure nopony snooped.

Spinel took out a tissue in agitation, rubbing the blood off his hooves but getting some of it smeared around. “Shit.” He glanced at the stallion in the corner. “Fucking client decided to make a side deal behind my back with her. She needs the hospital.” He got up and paced anxiously, “But they can’t know she’s a prostitute. And he needs to be fucking castrated in prison. I can’t figure out a story.”

#rp snippet #rp #spinel #blood #assault

[palaceofpassion]

Onaholes could be a trap Spike, when you consider how magic might be put on them, portals and all that... Or does that turn you on more???

So, I decided, I'm going full on smutty. Usually I try to keep some semblance of a story when it comes to these things. But well, this one will be porn for porn! With a smidge of plot, so everyone's free game!

"I uhm... well you see..."

Spike's claws clacked together, his body fidgeting as the idea of mating with his cousin passed through his head. "That..." That was a bad idea! Not only was she married, she also had a daughter and... she was his cousin! And it was wrong... yet he couldn't argue against the growing arousal.

"Well Spike..."

Twilight had come up to him, examining another one they'd gotten. This one with a rounder butt that neither had recognized. Of course they wouldn't, they'd never seen sunny butt~, "This one is definitely rigged... I'd advise not to use it."

Twilight was supportive of her little brother, and for once he was getting attention, the good kind. Not the, I'm scared of the dragon kind! And better yet, he hadn't gone on a hormonal raping rampage... which she admitted was something she thought could have happened...

"Thanks Twi!"

"No problem... so... you've grown a bit... huh!"

"TWI!"

"What?! I'm still a woman!"

He blushed profusely as he stared at his big sister. "Come on you're a big boy now! Well Drake, it's fine, it's fine..."

Though he'd been embarrassed, he'd noticed the way that his sister had started to fidget.

"And I'm sure that those urges are getting the better of you... but I want you to be careful okay? You're an adult, and you can choose who you have fun with... but remember, Dragon's are incredibly potent. Especially if they take a mare..."

Her caramel skin, seemed to have a potent sheen to it, a gentle glimmer that allured his attention. Had she always been so... deliciously delectable?

"Right... right..."

Twilight wasn't sure where she was going with.

"And who knows whose sending you want... and I know you're really pent up a lot of the time, dragon genes." She used air quotes for the last part.

"So just stay safe..."

"Or... you could help me?"

He wasn't sure where that had come from but... maybe it was the way that a bead of sweat had run down her neck, meeting the curves of her generous bust? Or the way she'd wiggled her hips, pressing them against her and it was a bad idea, this wasn't going to...

"I'll wear a mask?"

___

FashionPassion: Oh Celestia! Damn it!

Melodystrings: That's unfortunate, she got first dibs...

QueenofAll:...

PrincessofLove: Boo! And I was going to visit soon, oh well~ Let's rrecord this shall we?

The chat had been ablaze with comments, mixture of horny and jealousy, sometimes a little of both at the same time.

WHy?

Well that was because Twilight Sparkle, the Princess of friendship, and Spike the Dragon the Ambassador of The kingdom, were currently doubled over on one another.; Lips pressed together, Twilights legs pulled up, her back curled slightly inwards. And Spike between her legs, his hips jacking into her, harder faster, stronger than he'd done with the toy!

His claws were firmly dug into her flesh, lodged in refusing to let go as he violated his own sister!

Their hips moved, bodies intertwined together. Neither were even paying attention to the camera.

Despite her decision to wear a mask, it had been slightly shifted upwards the second Spike had been even remotely close to her face. Thick ropes of saliva ran down her cheeks as they practically devoured one another.

Her dark skin rippled, little wave sof flesh bouncing every time he crashed into her.

Her virgin hole had been torn asunder, taken by her younger brother.

Thankfully he'd enough control to extend one of his members, she wouldn't have been able to handle both of them at the same time!

She felt her insides churn as the perfectly ribbed cock scraped against her insides. There was no way a stallions dick could ever compare to a dragon! This was made for breeding! It was made for the purpose of setting off a females intense desire to mate!

She was losing her mind, her muscles tightening as he unleashed a thick load inside of her! Her magic sputtering, but holding enough to keep herself protected! She knew this was dangerous, and the warning wasn't just for the sake of pregnancy either! The feeling of him still throbbing inside, releasing and unloading more globs of white hot cum, was a feeling that was way too addicting! A normal non Alicorn mare would have broken instantly! And she was barely on that edge.

"Oh... oh Celestia that was..."

Spike nuzzled into Twilight, even as her fingers ran through his hair. Again thei kissed, barely ever breaking their pact~

The stream had hit an all time high that one.

#o!spike #o!twilight #ponlyfans

[kaiokentimesten]

hi fucking Sleepy uhm sweater duo !!!!!!! do you ever think what type of ingredient (??? like wool and cotton and shit) make up their sweaters respectively bc uhm maybe a metaphor in there !!!!!! i’m also thinking about parallels in drink of choice but overall many thoughts. no thoughts i mean i’m going to bed but yeah 👍👍👍 SWEATER DU O . mare :D

SOOOOOOOO TRUE MARE YES!!! 

I have this really deranged c!sweaterduo hc because like. I hc c!Schlatt is a sheep hybrid right. And his legs are like sheep legs and have wool n shit that would need to be sheared right

Well I think at some point he got sheared and Wilbur got a sweater made of his wool. Very nice sweater but he really doesn’t wear it anymore for Reasons. He still has it though after everything

#holleh.ask

[ask-arthur-morgan]

A small, quiet and sneaky young woman walks up to the tall, strong man. She taps his arm with a soft force, more timid than anything. “H-Hey there sir..Uhm- I-I aint lookin’ for trouble but- I was wonderin’ if i could ask you a couple questions? You’ve got lots of scars mister- i bet they all have cool stories- if ya are willin’ to share?” She smiled softly, the nerves still bubbling in her stomach.

(if this gets answered ill just use a 🫘 emoji at the end)

Arthur didn’t even hear the woman creep up behind him but at least she wasn’t foe. He was just brushing his Mustang mare quietly. A small smile was upon his face as he turned around. “Sure thing… I have some time to talk to ya..”

#red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #thanks for the ask!

[meatmuncherlol]

Part something, something

Adventures of Sakazuki and Borsalino when they first joined the marines! 26 year old Borsalino and 24 year old Sakazuki (Months after Saka's birthday)

*It was 11:41 PM, Sakazuki was on the couch reading a book, waiting for Borsalino to come back to their apartment*

S, thinking: God where are they? We have class tomorrow for fuck's sake, and they're out having a party?! Bet they're gonna come back with a bitch on their shoulder.

*Few minutes later, Borsalino swung the door open, drunk*

B: Hey *hiccup* Zuki...

S: WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?! It's almost 12 am, we have class tomorrow! I've been waiting for you to come back since 3 HOURS AGO!

B: Awhh, you've been waiting for me? That's *hiccup* sweet of you..

S, realizing what he said: Shut the fuck up. You're drunk as shit

B: I'm not THAT drunk, just had 4 bottles.

S: 4?! WHAT KIND OF A MANIAC ARE YOU?!

B: A kind of maniac who doesn't give a shit about class

*Sakazuki ignored Bors and continued to read their book

*Borsalino plopped on the couch next to Sakazuki and took a quick peak at his book*

B: Watcha reading there Zuki.?

S: *sigh* I've told you so many fucking times NOT to call me that.

B: Awh c'mon, it's cute! *pats Saka's steaming head*

S: No it's not, now go to bed.

B: UGHHH...fine..

*Borsalino walks to bed and plops down

*Not even 5 minutes later, Borsalino came out, puke on their shirt*

B: Uhm, hey, Zuki..?

S: What.

B:..I puked on my bed.

S:...

S:..you.did.WHAT?!

*10 minutes later, Sakazuki was cleaning Borsalino's bed while Bors was in the shower*

S: *sigh* The things I do for Bors.. What would they do without me?

B, coming out of the shower: Hey so uhm, I used up all the hand soap and lotion.

S:...why..?

B: I was making positions but it didn't work😢

S: You drunk bastard.

S: Anyways, i'll wash your bedsheets tomorrow, you'll have to sleep on the couch.

B: BUT I DON'T WANNA!

S: Well TOO BAD!

B: I'll sleep in YOUR ROOM!

S: WHAT, NO! I'll sleep in MY room.

B: Well, then I just have to sleep with you..!

S, with a red face: WHAT?! THATS EVEN WORSE! NO!!

B: I'm not gonna sleep on that dirty ass couch.

S, with a defeated face: Well, I don't wanna deal with your bullshit, so I'm gonna sleep on the couch.

B: Okay, works for me!

*Borsalino goes into Sakazuki's room and tosses him a pillow*

B: Night Zuki!

S: Promise not to vomit all over my bed?

B: I can't keep that promise!

S: Oh they better not vomit on my bed.

*It was 1:09, Sakazuki lying down on the couch, staring at the ceiling*

S, thinking: I wonder if they found my secret chocolate stash..

*Suddenly, Borsalino bursted out the bedroom door, sobbing so hard they can't even breathe properly*

S, with a panicked tone: H-hey! You okay?! What happened?!

B: I...had a night...mare...

S:...really..?

B:...mhm...

S, sitting up: *sigh* Okay.. sit beside me and tell me all about your "nightmare".

*Borsalino ran and sat beside Sakazuki while he calms them down*

B: Well, I woke up... and went outside just to see everyone gone..!

S, quietly: Oh you fucking drunk dumbass.

B: Also, I got scared bcs there was a GIANT RAT in the room!

S: Giant rat?

B: Mhm! It was THIS BIG!

S: Okay.. Well, I think that "Giant rat" is gone, now shoo and go to sleep.

B: I'm scared.

S: Bors, you're an adult, drunk as hell, and is currently sobbing from a silly nightmare.

S: Why don't I tell you a story, will that make you feel better?

B, wiping their tears: Mhm.

*Borsalino scooted closer to Sakazuki and hugged his arm from fear*

S: There was this beautiful princess...blah blah blah story blah prince saving her blah blah turns out the prince was having an affair with the princess's sister blah blah the princess kills him blah blah the end

S: So, you feeling any better?

B: Mhm..

S: Can you go to bed now? It's like 1 am.

B: Sure..Thx Zuki, good morning..

*Borsalino went back to Saka's room and Saka lied down on the couch again, staring at the ceiling*

S, thinking: God, why can't I sleep?! I need energy tomorrow!

*Finally, he fell asleep

*2 hours later, it was 3:21 AM*

B: Psst..! Zuki, wake up!

S, half awake: Wha...what..?

B: My head hurts and you're bed sucks.. Can I sleep here with you?

S, still half awake, unaware: Yeah sure whatever..

*Bors lied beside Sakazuki, the couch was too small to fit both of them so Bors put their leg on Sakazuki's legs, their arms around Saka, and their head on his chest, so Bors would fit

B, thinking: Dang, we really need a bigger couch.

*Bors fell asleep*

*The next day, 8:37 AM*

theres a part 2 to this (finished this in 2 in the morning) GONNA MAKE PART 2 A LITTLE LATER SO YEAH CYA

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