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Kitty can I please request the Mysterious Benedict Society squad (all of them, not just the main four) as to ''who will survive castle dracula''?

(......I initially meant ''the Benedict twins and Rhonda and Number Two and Milligan and SQ'' when I said ''all of them,'' but ngl a hilarious bonus question is ''if the ten men got trapped there too what chaos would ensue'' so I'm gonna add that on as well XD)

sigh, here we go. @canyourfavesurvivecastledracula, tell me if you want me to stop tagging you.

Overall, I don't think many of the characters in the Mysterious Benedict Society series have a really huge belief in the supernatural regarding vampires and things that go bump in the night.... but then again, a lot of the plot revolves around a machine that influences everybody with subliminal psychic messages, and also there's a toddler who's inexplicably naturally psychic. And everyone pretty much takes all of this as 'a bit strange! But okay, I'll believe it!' So in general let's assume a baseline of, 'sure, vampires, why not' from the entire cast.

okay, let's go kids first. That's right, we're subjecting children to the horrors of Castle Dracula.

Reynie Muldoon - is very much a Jonathan Harker-like kid to start with, actually. May accept the crucifix out of politeness. Most likely to be able to hold Dracula's attention in conversation. I feel like Dracula is like Mr Curtain in a lot of respects, and the vibes between Reynie and him would be similar. Many tense, charged games of chess may occur. I believe in his ability to survive the psychological torment, because he's got a hell of a strong will, but I don't believe in his physical ability to escape. Either the GFs get him or Dracula himself does.

Kate Wetherall - would accept the crucifix, not out of any particular politeness or religious belief, but just because you never know when you might need a handy cross-shaped trinket! Into the bucket it goes! Least likely to hold Dracula's attention, she's way too ADHD and not really the sort of person who'd interest him apart from being an adrenaline-filled bloodbag. MOST likely to stage a daring escape using the contents of her bucket, which Dracula will not be able to steal or throw out the window because of the crucifix handily concealed within. Most likely of all the kids to survive this.

Sticky Washington - oh boy, Sticky. His encyclopedic knowledge of vampire lore will probably give him a bit of an edge... but not much. Sticky on-his-own isn't brave enough to go exploring/sneaking around extensively unless things get really dire. And Dracula himself would scare the shit out of Sticky to the point of near-nonresponsiveness, to the point where I don't think Sticky would seem that interesting to Drac after a while. Would a photographic memory and lots of vampire trivia help him survive? Probably, for a while. Would it help him escape? Probably not. Sticky's only sticking around in Castle Dracula for a little bit. Also Dracula would smash his glasses 'by accident' as a power play.

Constance Contraire - grumpy toddler showing up to Castle Dracula?Cool, it's basically vampire DoorDash! ...would be Dracula's first thought - before he realizes that she's psychic. Constance doesn't have a lot going for her, all things told. She's not particularly physically able, she's obstinate and stubborn and not a great conversationalist, I doubt she'd take the crucifix out of that same stubbornness, and also she'd compose some really unflattering slam poetry about Dracula, Dracula's castle, Dracula's girlfriends, etc etc etc. Escape isn't really an option here. It would all come down to a battle of wills between Dracula and Constance.... which I'm not sure Constance would win, on her own. Sorry, the baby's dying here without help.

To nobody's surprise, the Society would be able to survive Castle Dracula if they were all trapped in it together, and in fact that's an incredible fic idea that I don't have time or energy to write. However, on their own... they're just a bunch of kids. They're not going to do so great.

What about the others?

Mr Benedict - is most certainly accepting the crucifix, but his good luck ends there. Everything about Castle Dracula is designed to heighten anxiety and make your emotions go into overdrive. And it's definitely not a good place to go around falling asleep in random places because you get upset or overwhelmed. The moment Dracula twigs to the narcolepsy situation, Mr Benedict's pretty much fully screwed. The one thing that might save him is the fact that he's an incredibly intelligent and brilliant man, and Dracula might want to pick his brain a bit.

Mr Curtain - would most certainly NOT accept the crucifix, he's too proud for that. Assuming he somehow manages to get his wheelchair up the mountain - or going by TV!Curtain, where he doesn't have a wheelchair at all - he's immediately going to set about trying to strike up a business deal with Dracula to expand his global reach. Either the Count kills Curtain, or they make each other worse and everybody else is going to have a bad time. It's kind of up in the air on that one.

Number Two - has an incredible advantage over literally everyone else here in almost never needing to sleep. I don't think she's going to be especially happy about it, but having the full run of the castle during the daytime despite Dracula's best efforts (and, if we go by the TV show, being a completely unhinged force of destructive chaos) is going to mean that she'll probably manage to sneak out using an inventive and clever strategy.

Rhonda Kazembe - I can't think of anything that gives Rhonda more or less of an advantage than your average person - would probably take a similar approach to Number Two in escaping, with a bit more social skills re: talking to Dracula.

Milligan - doesn't need a crucifix. Beats up Dracula singlehandedly and throws him out a window because he left Kate down in the town and promised he'd be back for her. Does the same for the vampire GFs, no problem, not even a moment of hesitation. Rips up his own clothes to fashion a rope to climb down out of the castle, treks by foot all the way down the mountain. Rocks up to town several weeks later, heavily injured and looking awful but still alive.

SQ - there's no easy way to say this: SQ doesn't have anything at all going for him in this situation. He is, unfortunately, not particularly smart and not particularly agile. He's a great artist, but that's not helpful here. I think he's just a handy snack to Drac unless someone shows up to help him.

#dracula #canyourfavesurvivecastledracula #the mysterious benedict society #couldn't come up with anything neat for the Ten Men. maybe someone else can take that.

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Dead Man's Hand 6 - Lap of Luxury

Dead Man's Hand Masterlist tags: tags: engineer!reader, gambler!reader, loose canon timeline, eventual smut, fluff, action, casino aesthetics, touch starved reader, touch starved din, reader and din get on each other’s nerves, also they’re idiots, defrosting ice king din, cinderella vibes, everybody loves grogu

chapter summary: Canto Bight's opulent suite offers its fair share of comfort, amenities... and bath time shenanigans.

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“Your suite, sir. We hope the accommodations are to your liking.” The bellhop opens the door to the hotel room and bows his head, allowing them to venture inside. She takes the initiative, pushing past and striding in. Instantly, her eyes widen and she gasps.

The suite is larger than any apartment she had ever seen, so neat and luxurious. The window on the back wall overlooks all of Canto Bight, showing each light, each cruiser, every casino on the strip. She wanders in further, turning to the left to see the walkway to a door. Pressing the button next to it, it slides open and reveals the marble bathroom inside with a tub that could easily fit two, maybe three people. Next to it is a shower and then across is a double sink. With a giddiness in her step, she scurries across the suite and crosses the doorway, past the couch and lounge chairs, and into the main bedroom. The bed stretches wide with perfectly smooth, clean sheets that practically beg her to jump on it.

Behind her, the Mandalorian peeks into the room, touching the windows, looking underneath the bed, and sliding the closets open. Once he determines it’s secure, Grogu’s pram floats in, finding a place to park itself. “Hm.” He walks away from the room, continuing to sweep the rest of the suite.

“Since you are participating in the tournament,” says the bellhop, “food and drinks are complementary. Simply use the console to contact room service.”

“What does that mean?” she asks. “Food is free?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

For someone that grew up starving, that confirmation made her mouth salivate. She is going to order enough to feed a whole cantina. The Mandalorian emerges from the bathroom, reaching into his back pocket. “Thanks,” he says tossing a few credits to the bellhop. “We’ll take it from here.”

The bellhop catches the tip and smiles, bowing before taking his leave. Once he is gone, all of the excitement she was holding in bursts out at once into a happy yell. She tosses herself onto the couch, her feet kicking. “This is so cool!” She sits up. “Hell, I have no idea what I should do first! Order everything on the menu maybe? Take a nap?”

“You’re not ordering everything on the menu.”

“Tch. Kill joy.” She scratches her cheek. Come to think of it, he hasn’t had an opportunity to eat this entire time, has he? He must be starving. “...I have an idea. I think I want to take a nice, long bath. Why don’t you order food for us and you can eat in peace?”

He thinks on it for a few moments. “Fine with me.”

She bolts up, shuffling over to the tub. Inspecting the buttons, she sees that it comes with multiple features. “Hmm…” Pressing one starts the pipes and hot water gushes forth, filling the bottom of the tub. Another button mixes a shimmering soap with it, forming large bubbles. “Ah, perfect!” Just as she turns to shut the door, she looks down to see that Grogu had followed her, trying to peer into the tub. With a smile, she lifts him to the edge so he can see. “Looks fun, huh?”

He coos in response, looking up at her with those eyes that no one can resist.

Rolling her eyes, she peeks out the door. “Hey, uh… Mando? I can call you ‘Mando,’ right?” He responds from the couch.

“What is it?”

“Do you mind if I take Grogu with me?”

The Mandalorian does not response back quickly, but he eventually sighs and relents. “Just keep the door unlocked.”

“Unlock – seriously?”

“...Not remotely what I meant.”

She pouts, sliding back into the bathroom and closing the door, not putting the lock on it like he asked. “He’s so protective of you, isn’t he?” she says to Grogu, placing him on the sink counter. “It’s kind of sweet, actually…” She kicks off her shoes and pulls off her clothes, shedding off each article of clothing one by one. “Annoying.” She shakes out her hair. “But sweet.”

Grogu lifts his arms and allows her to pull his burlap shirt off, then the chain shirt underneath. Upon finding it, she laughs and holds it in her hands. “Aww! It’s so tiny! Is this beskar?” Grogu makes a happy squeak. “That’s adorable. Your dad is just a big softie, isn’t he?” She takes Grogu from the counter and steps into the hot bath, settling in with a long sigh, balancing him on her knees. “Stars, that’s amazing…”

The silky waters of the hot bath melt away the layers of dirt, leaving her skin smooth and unblemished. Bubbles cover the surface, a few of them floating and bouncing throughout the room. Grogu stares at his own reflection in one that flies near his face, popping once he pokes it. She slides her feet against the bottom of the tub, her knees inching further into the water so Grogu could submerge a little.

She looks around the luxurious bathroom, her shoulders sinking into the water as she breaths in the clean, flowery scent. What a weird moment. Here she is, living like a queen, bathing with a small child while someone waits on the other side of the door. It’s strange having someone physically close to her, especially a child. Even Grogu’s splashes make her smile and laugh.

For the first time in her life, she doesn’t feel so alone.

She thinks to herself that it’s time she washed her hair – that is sure to take a while. “Where is the shampoo…” It’s nowhere near the tub. Finally, she spots the bottle sitting atop of the sink, much further than her arm can reach. “Damn. Sorry, kiddo. Just give me a moment…” She trails off.

Grogu closes his eyes and extends a tiny hand toward the sink. What the hell is he doing? She glances between him and sink and then, she sees the bottle of shampoo. It’s floating towards them. Her reaction is completely involuntary, and she makes a loud noise in surprise, disturbing enough water to push some over the edge.

Rapid footsteps approach the door and it slides open. The Mandalorian barges in, blaster at the ready. “What happened?”

“Hey!” She snatches Grogu, using him to shield her chest. At that, his concentration breaks and the shampoo bottle falls to the floor with a loud pop. “D-Don’t look!”

“Ah…” She cannot see the Mandalorian’s expression, but the tone of his stuttering sounds tells her that he’s caught off guard. He clears his throat loudly, turning his head away and putting the blaster away. “Why did you scream?”

“I didn’t scream, I just…” She looks down at Grogu then back at the shampoo bottle. “Did you see that bottle floating in the air?”

He kneels down, picking it up. “No.”

“I swear it was moving. It was like… it was like the kid was–”

“Moving it with his mind? Yeah, he does that.”

“He–,” she frowns. “‘He does that,’ how long exactly has he been ‘doing that?’”

“I don’t know,” he responds, irritated. “Look, can we talk about this when you’re finished?”

“Oh… yeah, that’s fine…” She bites her lip. “Can… I have the shampoo, please?”

He sighs. The Mandalorian grabs the other bottles and sets them next to the tub, all the while his visor looking away. “Hurry up.” He walks out of the bathroom and presses the button to close the door. With him finally out, she sighs in relief.

She’s lucky the bubbles covered everything.

#din djarin x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x you #the mandalorian fanfic #work: dead man's hand

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top tier kind of post that makes me laugh is when someone writes like an essay trying to be poetic abt like i was reading someone do this abt resident evil 4 when leon says “youre small time saddler” they were like Actually this is Really deep because Saddler truly isn’t a big deal and even though it seems like a bad comeback Leon is actually trying to reason with Saddler and help him overcome his delusions of grandeur and it goes to show Leon has progressed since RE2 and like i love the spirit of that but also ur huffing gas u need to stop reading fanfiction i get the spirit of what ur saying but no way in hell was capcom in 2004 trying to do anything but make leon look like arnold schwartzenegger. its the same when people on here say like some hold a pigs head up to look at the stars knock off type stuff. the current meta is try rly hard to say some flowery poetry stuff and i think the spirit of it is good (ppl expressing their thoughts is good) but i think ppl need to read more books. it feels very incestuous (lacks ingenuity; is trying to be screenshot bait; wants to be tagged #i never thought of that op but actually). people arent bringing real observations a lot of the time theyre trying to do a flip. theyre trying to be clever. cleverness isnt a virtue its like an accident and usually is clownish. u need to inject venom into it not just say something mundane in a slightly interesting way. ppl say the equivalent of like one of those wine mom yoga type wood burn signs but about like how using the internet is like mushrooms actually and think they wrote that poem abt the two headed calf. if ur main reference points when ur like writing a post where ur trying to be clever for what is clever r like r/tumblr screencaps and stuff u saw get reblogged 200000 times it reads like that is the case. but i will say that las plagas is a lot like the mushrooms of the internet. i mean what is saddler freaking elon musk (he bought a town and then made everybody take the god damn blue check mark??)

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Long Time Coming ~ Part 10

My Blurb: We have reached the end of my Bucky story. I'm sure there will be more starring him in the future. Thank you to everyone who stuck with me! This ending is cheesy but they have been through so much they deserve a fluffy ending.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the story. You own nothing, I don’t give anyone permission to post this anywhere.

Summary: Bucky had waited a long time to find an Omega. When Pepper introduces the team to her new assistant he knows shes the one.

Pairing: Alpha Bucky Barnes X OFC Omega Carina Rivera

Warnings: A/B/O Dynamics, biting, shower sex

Status: Completed

Tagging: @ashes-writing | @pioched | @littlemissthistle | @pizgloria | @casa-boiardi

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Everybody wants to be loved, every once in a while. We all need someone to hold on to, just like a helpless child. Can you whisper in my ear, let me know it's alright.

Steve & Natasha stayed at the controls in the front of the jet as they made their way back to the compound, giving Bucky & Carina some space in the back. There was quiet murmuring as he examined her wounds and they comforted each other.

Arriving at the base they were greeted by the rest of the team who gave relieved smiles and hugs before letting Bucky usher her to Dr. Cho despite her protests. “Please, for my peace of mind. Let her scan you and then we will go back to our place.” The haunted look in his eyes convinced her, so she sat through the physical, holding Bucky’s hand the whole time.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and then I'll bandage your wrists.” Bucky carried her into their bathroom and started the water while Carina pulled her clothes off.

She was still in the outfit she’d been kidnapped in and she threw it in the trash the second she got it away from her skin. “That used to be my favorite sports bra.” she shook her head, turning to see Bucky still clothed. “You aren’t joining me?”

“I was going to get you some fresh clothes while you cleaned up.” He smiled gently, checking the water temperature.

It's been a long time coming down this road, and now I know what I've been waiting for. And like a lonely highway I'm trying to get home, loves been a long time coming.

She shook her head, tears springing to her eyes. “Please stay with me. I can’t feel you right now and I…” her hand was resting on her chest as the words left her in a shudder. Bucky knew the feeling, their connection had been damaged by the injections. When they had bonded a tether had appeared right next to his heart that led straight to her. He was still aware of a whisper of it but the stricken look on her face told him that she couldn’t even feel that much.

He whipped his clothes and shoes off and gathered her into his arms. Her small sobs were muffled by the water as he steered them underneath it. “Sshhh, it’s going to be ok.” he murmured, reaching for her shampoo and slowly working it through her tangled hair.

“Can we fix it?” he barely heard the whispered question against his chest.

Lifting her head back so he could rinse the shampoo, he smiled at her. “It’s still there, our bond, we just have to tend to it. Strange said it was like a fire.” he reached for her conditioner before continuing. “Add kindling, encourage it. Brock didn’t succeed in extinguishing it. As long as we still want each other there are embers.”

You can love for a lifetime, you can love for a day. You can think you've got everything, but everything is nothing when you throw it away. Then you look in my eyes. And I have it all once again.

Carina looked at him, her brown eyes wide and shining with tears. “There’s no one I want more than you.” she whispered, her arms circled his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He smiled into the kiss, relieved to hear it.

Pulling back he turned to grab her loofah but she pulled him back down. “We need to clean your wrists.” Her ankles had had the benefit of her leggings to provide a barrier but the rope had dug into the skin on her bare wrists, leaving them raw and red.

“Bucky please.” She tried again to pull him down to her but he resisted despite the scent of her arousal reaching his nose.

“You need to rest, you’ve been through alot.” His attempt to soothe her was weak even to his own ears.

Didn't know I was lost, till you found me. Didn't know I was blind, but now I see. Can you whisper in my ear, let me know it's alright.

She shook her head, a small smile crept onto her face when she felt his arousal stir against her stomach. “I need you, I need to feel you and our connection.”

Bucky gave in with a groan, grabbing her legs and hoisting her up his body. Gently he pressed her back against the wall, using it to anchor her with his hips. “I love you so much, if I had lost you…” his voice broke and she silenced him with another kiss, whimpering as he pressed into her.

“You waited nearly two lifetimes for me, I'll be yours for the rest of mine.” She whispered, urging him to move with a shift of her hips. Bucky was gentle as he made love to her in the shower slowly, urging her to an orgasm before reclaiming her with a bite over the damaged one. The effect was immediate, both of them relaxing as their bond snapped into place again.

It's been a long time coming down this road, and now I know what I've been searching for. It's been a long, long highway, and now I see. Oh it's been a long time, loves been a long time coming.

Bucky and Carina were married three weeks later in a small ceremony at a cabin Tony owned. They hadn’t needed the piece of paper, their bond was stronger than ever but Bucky had wanted to tie himself to her in every way possible. For him, love had been a long time coming.

#micole writes things now #bucky barnes #alpha!bucky barnes #long time coming #alpha!bucky #bucky barnes x ofc #bucky barnes x original female character #james buchanan barnes

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space-mermaid-writing · 1 year

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The witchling and the god [Loki x Witch!Reader] Chapter 13

Summary: The Avengers were looking for someone to help Loki fit in with the team. To become socially acceptable, so to speak. He had been given the choice of sitting in a cell in Asgard or serving some sort of community service probation on Midgard. The Avengers and Shield both felt that as long as Loki was on Earth, he should be under supervision. This is now your job. Why? Because you’re a witch. You’re not sure why this qualifies you, but here you are, giving it a shot. What could possibly go wrong?

Tags: Witch!Reader, Magic, Witches, slow burn, everybody lives in the tower, character development, Loki‘s redemption, Stephen Strange is a friend, Loki and Stephen are frenemies, Tony Stark is a good bro, kids love Loki, Tony has stupid nicknames for everybody, eventual smut

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Chapter's Note: Beta by @zaria-04

Chapter 13: Have you ever thought about it?

"We're not alone," Loki says quietly. "Someone is following us."

You perk up, but you can't hear more than a rustling in the undergrowth. Loki takes a step between you and the trees, you feel the density of his magic increase around him as if he were gathering it. A low growl sounds from between the trees, and it is picked up by two or three more creatures. It is menacing, but still you can’t see any beast.

But you know exactly what lurks there. You step up next to Loki and put your hand on his, which he has raised, in case he has to defend you.

"It's fine," you tell him. "Lower your magic. It's threatening them."

Now it is he who looks at you questioningly. You smile reassuringly at him and look in no way concerned. So he does as you say. Instantly, the growling stops.

Still holding his hand, you make your way through the undergrowth into the forest, pulling the Asgardian with you. Directly to where the growls had come from.

You hear rustling, from your steps and from whatever else is out there. It's familiar to you, and you're actually sorry that you're actually on your way to make a delivery and don't have time for an extended meeting.

After a few yards you find a small clearing, at the edge of which you stop. You glance back, but the open field is no longer visible from here.

"You can come out," you tell the forest.

There is another rustling sound and then a wolf appears on the opposite side. He is much larger than he should be, nearly twice as tall and wider as well. The proportions of his legs are odd, a little too long, and if you pay attention to his paws, you see that they are not quite correct for a regular wolf either. His black eyes are on Loki, following his every move.

You wave at the wolf in greeting.

A pup jumps out from between the wolf's feet. He wags his tail and seems quite happy to see you, for he makes an excited 'huff'. He briefly turns his head up at the larger wolf and then, as if given some sort of silent permission, comes running to you. Smiling, you crouch down to greet him.

"Bonjour Noah, it's nice to see you."

You are pleased to see that the medicine you had given Yvette seems to have held its effect, for the puppy looks well recovered and fit. You hold out your hand for him to sniff and sign to your companion to do the same. "This is Loki from Asgard. He is a friend."

You speak to the cub, but your words are loud enough for his pack to hear. Noah seems fascinated by Loki, probably never had the opportunity to smell an Asgardian before, because he walks around him curiously.

There are noises from moving twigs and leaves all around you and more wolves step to the edge of the clearing. Eight of them in total. They have different colors ranging from gray to brown, but none is as large as the alpha across from you. Still, together they are an eerie sight. You wonder if they were on their way to you or just happened to be in the area. Normally, they move at dusk or in the dark so as not to be seen by walkers. But since none of the Bullions shift and you don't understand them in this form, you don't get an answer to that question.

Yelping, Noah tries to jump up at Loki. Young pups always have a lot of energy no matter whether they’re dogs, wolves or werewolves. A warning tone from the alpha calls him to order. A little reluctantly, Noah breaks away from you and trots back to him.

Loki and you rise again. "I'm afraid we're on our way to the town right now, but I'll be back soon," you say, and the wolf moves his head as if nodding in agreement. Then he turns and leaves, and with him the other animals disappear into the forest, as silently as they came.

You both step back onto the path.

"Shapeshifter?" You are asked by Loki, who had remained quiet all this time. He trusted you to have the situation under control and didn't want to provoke the pack by saying a wrong word. He, of all people.

You nod. "Werewolves."

Loki makes an amused sound. "You have interesting friends," he says as you continue on your way.

"Of course," you grin, "Only the best. You're one of them."

He chuckles.

The retirement home is located on the outskirts of a small town. Your path crosses onto a paved road that leads downhill to the large building. It has many windows and small balconies, and there is a terrace in the back, but nobody is sitting outside today. It's too cold for that.

The main entrance leads you into a large foyer where a young woman sits at the front desk to greet you. You've known Suzie since she started working here a few years ago after graduating from high school. Her father is a nurse here at the house, and her mother works in accounting. Her grandparents were also from this town and Suzie herself would never think of moving away from here. She loves this little countryside place way too much.

When she sees you, she greets you with a smile before her eyes wander curiously to Loki.

"Hi Suzie, is Eloise here? I'm bringing her order," you ask her.

"Yes, she should be in the dining hall or kitchen."

Thanking her, you lead Loki left through a door and then down a wide hallway. Suzie's gaze follows you until she can no longer see you.

"She was ogling you. Be prepared for her to ask for your number later," you tell the Asgardian.

"I don't blame her." Loki shoots you a quick look. "Jealous?"

"So, what if?" you ask, amused.

"I could decline her number – if you want."

"You don't even have a phone."

Loki snaps, making an expression as if he hadn't even thought of that. "Oh, yeah right."

It's clear he's joking and you shake your head fondly. This kind of banter feels comfortable.

The dining hall is a large room with tables arranged into groups. Retirees are sitting there, eating. It's just about lunchtime. You wave to some who look up and recognize you. You know some of them by name, you have treated them or simply spent afternoons here helping out.

You can’t find Eloise, so you go to the serving hatch on the wall. From there, a cook sees you and calls into the kitchen. "Eloise, a visitor for you!"

You see her head pop up from behind a kitchen shelf, and when she spots you, she comes to you through a door to the right of the hatch.

"Ah, I was wondering when you'd finally get here," she greets you with a hug. Eloise is a middle-aged strawberry-blonde woman, petite in size, but with a big heart. Always wearing high heels, even though she's on her feet all day. That's an impressive feat.

Her gaze wanders to Loki and she extends her hand to him. "Hi, I'm Eloise. I run this facility."

"Nice to meet you." The Asgardian wears his best smile as he shakes her hand. "My name is Loki, and I'm afraid I'm to blame for our lateness."

Eloise's eyes move to you curiously, but you let it go uncommented.

"We bring the delivery," you say instead, pointing to the bottles in the basket.

"Great. Can you put them on the shelf behind the counter there?" she instructs Loki, who nods and takes care of it.

Eloise seems to have sent him away just to have a quick word with you, because she takes you aside.

"You never mentioned you had such a handsome boyfriend. You can bring him around more often. If you're not too busy." Her meaningful look tells you what kind of business she means. Before you can object, though, she keeps talking. "Do you want to stay for dinner? Fish is on the menu today."

Loki pops up next to you and answers before you can. "We would love to." At that, he puts his arm around your waist like that would be a normal thing to do for him.

"Excellent. Get your food at the hatch, I'll find us a table."

Loki grins with satisfaction and winks at you as you grab your plates at the kitchen pass-through. You let him have his fun; it could be quite amusing. Besides, you suspect he's expecting a reaction from you, and not showing one might irritate him. At least that's what you think. As you toss him a quick glance, it only seems to encourage him in his fun.

You sit down at the table with Eloise, who only takes a coffee. She is at least polite enough to wait with her first question until the both of you have put down your plates and sat down.

"So, where did you two meet?"

"At work," you reply rather curtly, suspecting that her curiosity knows no bounds if you give her too much information.

Loki silently disagrees with that course of action. "She was hired for an important project. Really did an excellent job," he tells her.

Eloise raises her eyebrows. "You didn't tell me about a new project," she says, turning to you, but again it is Loki who answers.

"Of course not, there was a high level of secrecy. The client is very rich and famous." He puts his arm on the back of your chair and turns his face to you as he continues to speak to Eloise. "She is one of the best. What can I say? It's hard not to recognize her worth."

His words actually make you blush a little as you are so unexpectedly praised by him. Especially when he then leans in and gives you a kiss on your hair.

You give him a warning look while Eloise lets out an "Aaww".

"I'm afraid this project is also to blame for her not having as much time for the rest of her work." To an untrained listener, he sounds almost apologetic, but you know that's not the case. Of course it isn't. He loves to play these kinds of games. "And I'll probably keep her busy for a while. Maybe I'll even steal her away for a romantic vacation trip."

"How about the Mediterranean? I heard it‘s great for vacation," you suggest, just to add anything else to the conversation.

"You know I prefer cooler temperatures," he reminds you, as if you'd forgotten. "How about Scandinavia? I could show you the northern lights."

"That would be nice..." you mutter quietly, because it really would. You decide to stay out of the conversation before you say any more that gives you away. Loki and Eloise are having a splendid conversation, with the Asgardian never tiring of praising you. It's unusual, but not unpleasant. You only wish that he really meant all those things and that they weren't just for show.

You leave soon after dinner. You thank Eloise for the meal and take the empty basket. When you leave, Suzie is not at the front desk, so you don't know if she would have really asked Loki for his number.

Meanwhile, the sky has become even more overcast with clouds. "That was fun. I should join you at work more often," Loki notes.

You can well imagine that Eloise and Suzie wouldn't mind seeing him again. But before you can answer, it starts to rain thick drops and a few seconds later there is a downpour. The Asgardian puts his arm around your shoulder and the next moment you are standing in front of your cottage. This is just fine with you, because you don't feel like walking through the rain.

You unlock the door and step indoors.

"Then you'll have to keep our ‘relationship’ going," you continue the conversation as you put the basket down and walk into the kitchen.

Loki follows you. "Would it bother you?"

"Moral-wise, maybe." Using some magic, you light a fire in the stove against the chill of the rain. And while you're at it, you also put on some water for tea.

"So, it's the pretending that bothers you?" Loki asks and you can hear the smirk in his voice.

"It's lying," you insist, "You're the God of lies."

"I don't lie. I merely imply. Sometimes I exaggerate. But I mean the things I say."

"You would actually take me on a romantic vacation trip?" You turn to him - and almost trip into Loki, who is standing right behind you. You didn't even hear him step up to you.

"Have you ever thought about it?" he asks you, his voice like liquid honey running down your spine. "I mean us, on a romantic trip, kissing."

You're so perplexed by his sudden closeness, his question, that the words fall out of your mouth before you can think about them. "Can't say it never crossed my mind."

The corners of his mouth twitch upward. "I wouldn't be aversed to it either." He said it teasingly, a hint of humor behind the words so that you could play it off as a joke easily - a fun little imitation and nothing more.

But your reaction was instant. Your eyes widened in surprise, your body shivering involuntarily. And there it was: that blush; your face turned that beautiful shade of red that Loki had been picturing all week since he pinned you at that small hallway wall during the mission.

He leans in for a kiss, you expectantly close your eyes but the awaited feeling of his lips enclosing on yours never happens. Your eyelids flutter open and you see that he's staring, conceited, pleased by your expectations.

Betrayed, you raise your hand, but before you can slap him with your magic right across his face, he grabs your wrists. His grip is not tight, you could break free if you wanted to. But you don't. It suddenly felt real. Far too real in your tiny kitchen.

His breath ghosts over your tingling skin and then he is finally kissing you. It's a slow, seductive and sweet kiss. You melt into his touch.

To your liking Loki lets go of you much too soon. Almost searchingly, he looks down at you. Your prayers must have been answered. You pull him into a new kiss, more longing this time. A satisfied sound escapes Loki's throat.

It was probably predictable. Like the rightful ending of a good book. It had to come down to this. It's not unexpected, but surprising nonetheless. Surprising that it's real – even after all the flirting between you. Loki had been suggestive from your first meeting, and made his intentions clear. A small, warning voice rises in your head, in the part that can still somehow think clearly. Loki had been out to get this from the start.

You push him away a little, breathless. Your lips are swollen, your cheeks still red. Loki spreads little kisses over your temple toward your ear.

"You should leave," you bring out softly. Your voice is a small plea. Your fingers clawed into the fabric of his shirt, screaming just the opposite.

Loki stops, puts his hand to your chin and turns your face upward. You only dare a quick glance at him. Loki's eyes are darkly on you. You detect a hint of glee, but mostly lust and hunger. Quickly you avert your eyes down.

"Or I could stay,” he suggests.

It's just a game to him. Everything is.

What's so bad about it? - another voice in your head asks. Why not just have some fun? You can worry about the consequences later.

You're about to give in, already opening your mouth to keep him here. But not a single word comes out. With the last part of your mind telling you that this is a stupid idea and that he will only hurt you, you push him back a bit more.

"I'll see you tomorrow." You don't look at him as you do this, don't see the remorse that briefly appears on his face. Slowly, he nods and takes a step back.

"As you wish."

Your fingers release his fabric. Actually, you don't want him to go, want to grab him and hold him tight forever. You put your hand on the tabletop behind you to resist the urge.

Loki gives you one last look, but you don't stop him. And he objects no further as he steps to the door frame and activates the rune that takes him back to New York.

When he's gone, you take a deep breath, sighing as you do so. You are so confused. How can a single person have such an effect on you?

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simmancy · 7 months

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Happy Spooky Season, pumpkaboos!

Here’s what’s happening this month / going forward on simmancy-dot-tumblr-dot-com.

𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜! 👋

Hi there if you’re new! My name is Kit, I am 32 now, this is my simblr, I am active on and off. If any of that bothers you, unfollow, it's okay! If you're here because I posted a mod list or a random piece of CC you like, then I have good news - I do those things occasionally! When I am actively posting, I usually dabble in gameplay. I don't do much storytelling anymore because... well, I don't have the time!

𝚂𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚎 🍬

I have SOME stuff I've been poking at in my ~spare time~. I love Simblreen, it's the best time of the year imo and it's just... a tradition. It's a tradition. So I'm going to try 🤞

I have been writing out a mod list centered around occults/spooky gameplay at least. So that's seasonally appropriate????? If you have a mod list request hit my inbox because I still fucking LOVE WCIFs and that's a sort of WCIF.

𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 🎃

This year (and likely going forward), I'm going to try to use my blog to showcase the community. There's SO many cool things in the ts4 tag!! So I've been scouring it at the dead of night to refill my queue 👻 That's what you can mainly expect this month. No CAS challenges, no CC challenges, just some creepies and kookies from others around simblr.

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Hi regular followers!! I’m so sorry if you've been here a long time, because I don't have much updates on my ~classic~ gameplays and saves and they just...... won't be. For a while.

Not So Perry... I have a bit of Gen 4 but I haven't played in a whiiiiile so. I might revisit that/redo/we'll see.

Star x Crossed is indefinitely on hold - I will probably revise how that was posting because the full episodes just aren't possible right now. I might do it more as like... an edit type thing, where the edits tell the stories or whatever. It SUCKS because I had really big hopes and dreams for that save and instead I... had a child.

The Nobel ABCs will return because I have 10 generations done in game. I just need to queue.

Maggie's Wonderful Life WILL eventually be done LMAO. I'm hoping to get back into that save soonish. I LOVE farming gameplay! So I want to play/finish it. I had about half of the introductions shot before I got distracted with other things and then... well. yeah.

New saves? When I manage to play, I play a lot of newer saves LMAO. Mostly because when I have time right now I need... something easy.

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I decided I like doing this once a year Simmancy Newsletter during my favorite time of the year. Halloween remains the BEST season, and there's also no guarantee I won't drop off the face of the planet again.

Obv the main thing is that, as previously stated, I had a baby. A whole ass baby. She's now 3 months old, and she is so much in the best way. We're currently teething and if you're like "Kit that seems a bit early," you're absolutely right but this is the lot I've drawn in life. She likes to be sat up, and stood up, and to talk to the Baby in the Mirror. She also is obsessed with trees and the cat. I know new moms are annoying and I'm absolutely that annoying new mom, I literally cannot shut up about her and therefore make my sims blog also about her.

I go back to work next month and I'm absolutely dreading it. Can I just be a sim and have someone press motherlode for me? Please?

Otherwise, there's very little in Kit World. The past 6 simblr years remain wonderful, and I've met some of my best friends on here. I go between BG3 and Sims when I have game time (which isn't a lot because Baby Simmancy is increasingly awake and mobile). I WISH I had more time to hang around here but maybe in a year or so.

Anyway, that’s my update of the year. Happy spooky season everybody! I hope it’s a good one!

Stay safe & spooky out there!

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lady-rose-moon · 1 year

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The Selection || Preview || Loki Laufeyson x Reader ||

Hello everybody, I have recently finished the first book to a series called 'The Selection' and I thought that it was perfect Loki material! I am aware that somebody on AO3 has done this before but I promise I am in no way copying from them! If someone can link the AO3 fic, I would like that but otherwise, this is my own take.

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The Selection came around again and this year, you were eligible to sign up for it. You didn't want to, of course, coming from a family that barely got by through the winter and knowing that the Royals had no idea how much people like you suffered. However, your little sister signed you up and now your name is called on the television as one of the lucky twelve to move to the capital and begin the games to winning the Prince's heart.

Two years ago, the Selection had televised Prince Thor's journey to finding a wife. This year, it was Prince Loki's turn.

Prince Loki. The 'Dark Prince', not seen a lot in public other than the times that Prince Thor dragged him outside. Closed off. Self-centred. Arrogant. Right?

Follow Y/N through her journey from beginning to end. With eleven other contestants, will you win Prince Loki's heart?

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"Might I ask why you're so off around me?" a voice sounded from behind you, causing you to jump and rise from your seat to see the Dark Prince standing in your doorway and you dropped into a curtsy. "No, please," the Prince began quickly, holding up his hands, "no need for false formalities, dear, we both know you don't mean it."

You stared at him in shock before returning to a natural stance as you stared at him. "I just miss home," you admitted, admiring your painted nails with disgust, you weren't used to such fine grooming, "my home is so different."

"How different?" Loki asked, stepping further into the room, closing the door behind him and leaning against it, one sultry eyebrow raised as he waited for you to begin again.

"For one, ladies do not have time for dresses, nail polishes and two baths a day," you explained, unconsciously scratching at the polish in an attempt to get it off, "for another, we do not have the money for such finery so why should we be given it here?"

"Because you are the King and Queen's guests," Loki replied easily, his head tilted to the side as he studied you. His eyes glinted as he admired you, the deep emerald piercing through you and making you feel bare as he studied you. "Your family is getting paid as long as you're away, where is the issue?"

"Them getting paid will not keep the rest of our town from being poor, your highness," you scoffed, crossing your arms and meeting his intense gaze with a brow raised and a scowl, "if anything, my parents have probably been donating the money since it started coming in."

Loki hummed and stood straight, striding over to you and grasping your hand, bending to press a formal kiss to your knuckle before straightening again and heading for the door. From over his shoulder, he addressed you again, "I shall keep you here as long as possible. To make sure your town thrives off the money your parents get given. Good evening, Princess."

With that, the Dark Prince was gone and you were left confused. What was that about?!

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Pretty In Pink

Pairing: Florence Pugh x Reader

Summary: You tag along with Florence to Italy while on the mini vacation she asks you to be her date to the Valentino event.

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AC: I’m NEVER going to recover from this look! I’m so proud of her for saying fuck it! Agh, this woman has me in such a hold!!!!!!

*This is a request from my old blog*

“Florence Pugh and Y/n Y/L/N dating?” has been the headline for months now, ever since the two of you were caught grabbing a smoothie together after a workout. Little did the world know that the two of you have been dating in secret for almost a year now. Florence asked you to come to Italy with her before she started filming Dune Part 2. You jumped at the idea of spending some more quality time with your girlfriend before the months ahead would fill her schedule.

“Look at you” Florence looked you up and down, admiring your summer dress. “You like?” you smirked. “Like? I love!” she smiled before kissing you. She smiled against your lips before she went to pull away, “no, more” you whispered. “You want more?” she replied before kissing you again, you pulled her closer and deepened the kiss.

“What was that for?” she smirked as you both pulled away for air.

“I just like kissing you whenever I want” you smiled, arms still wrapped around her waist, hers around your neck. “You’re so beautiful” you looked into her eyes completely and deeply in love with the woman you hold. You kissed her again, more gently this time. “Be my date to this Valentino event” she said against your lips. You pulled back a bit and looked her slightly confused. “But aren’t you worried about the whole world knowing about us?” you questioned knowing her past issues with the public and their issues.

“I want the whole world to know how lucky I am to have you by my side” she said.

“You’re serious about this”

“I am, baby I want them to know. I don’t care what people say or think” Flo explained, playing with the back of your neck.

“Okay” you smiled and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, “I’d need to find an outfit though, I didn’t exactly bring anything” you added. Florence smiled widely “leave it to me” she said before hugging you tightly.

You knew Florence was going to attend the event and you opted for a relaxing few hours in the spa bath before she asked you to join her. You were excited to stand by her side at an event for the first time. She spoke to her stylist, and they managed to find you some options to pick from. Florence had mentioned to you that she’d be wearing a pink dress, but she never described the dress or anything else too you, so it wasn’t a surprise that most of the options you had were black clothing.

You were relaxing on the large bed you and Florence had been sharing for the past few days, reading a true crime novel when she entered the bedroom. “Are you ready to start getting ready?” she asked you, throwing herself on the bed. You marked your page and closed the book. “Nope” you said playfully.

“Oh no” she chuckled as she sat up and moved closer to you, “how could I ever convince you?” she whispered before you felt her lips on yours again. “Mhm, this could work” you smiled between kisses. You pulled her onto you, she now straddling your hips and she pulled away and looked down at you with a smile. Your hands resting on her hips.

“How did I get so lucky?” she asked. “More like how did I get so lucky?” you replied. Florence bent down and kissed you once more. “We really need to get ready baby” she whispered. “One more?” you asked with a soft smirk. She kissed you again then got off you and pulled you up with her. She grabbed you behind her into the main room where the stylist, hair and make-up team awaited. They took Florence into another room and worked their magic even though to you she never needed it, but you liked the fact she loved getting all dressed up.

A few hours went by before you were given the “We’re done” comment. You thanked everybody for their hard work and waited for Florence to remerge from the bedroom.

“I’ll be out in a moment my love” she called. “Take your time baby” you called back. Nerves slowly starting to take place. The main room was silence while the team packed up their belongings, you gave them a helping hand.

“Are you ready?” Florence called. You smiled to yourself, “whenever you are angel” you replied. The sound of the door opened the moment she stepped into the main room your jaw dropped to the floor. She twirled as you admired her. “Oh my god” the words left your lips as your eyes followed from her feet to meet her eyes. “What do you think?” she smiled.

“Baby, you look” you shook your head slowly, “you look like a damn princess my god” you smiled. You noticed her blush. You were truly lost for works. “It’s not too much?” she asked. “Absolutely not!” you assured her “twirl again” you said. She gave you another twirl, “you’re so beautiful” you walked cover to her. The pair of you completely forgot the team that around you, to you it was just you and her.

Gently you placed your hands on her hips again. Her beautiful green eyes looking to your soul almost, “Flo” you whispered. “Yes baby?” she gave you a soft smile. “I love you” you said in a serious tone. The first, I love you. Florence’s smile widened, “I love you” she replied before kissing you deeply. The flash of a camera broke the kiss making the two of you remember you’re not alone in the room. You both chuckled before looking at the camera.

Florence thanked her team and then joined you in the lobby to make your way to the event. Any nerves you had no longer existed. Florence held your hand tightly as the car pulled up to the event. “Kill em baby” you kissed her cheek after stepping out of the car.

“Oh no, you’re coming with me” she smiled grabbing your hand once more and leading the two of you to the backdrop.

“Lovely to see you, Florence!” the photography who has taken her photo many times before greeted her. “Thank you, you too” she smiled. The two of you posed for a few shots before taking your seat together. The show started but you couldn’t take your eyes of the woman in pink beside you.

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The morning came along, you checked your phone like normal but this time, the trending topic read “World’s hottest new couple, Florence Pugh & Y/n Y/L/N confirmed!” you smiled at the headline before you felt Flo’s arms wrap around your waist, “good morning” she whispered before kissing your head, “what’s got you so smiley?” she wondered.

“You” you replied with a soft smile before turning around to face your lover. She brushed the loose hairs from your face. “You’re perfect” she whispered. “that’s all you my princess” you kissed her cheek. You felt her cheeks get warm at the new name for her. “You liked that?” you grinned, she nodded. “Well then, what would my princess like to do today?” you smiled.

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strawberrysodaslut · 2 years

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hi!! could you write a platonic steve harrington x gender neutral reader where the reader is still in highschool and close friends with steve, and they’re really worried about a big presentation they have coming up so they go to him for help/comfort? i hope you’re doing well!

this was lowkey self indulgent bc i really could’ve used something like this

Presentations have always been, and always will be, the bane of your existence.

You stared at your cue cards, confused if you forgot english while writing them or if you’d forgotten english right now.

The walk to school wasn’t long, but you still spent every second staring at those cards, trying to memorise the messy handwriting just in case.

A car slows behind you, before coming to a stop. It doesn’t take much to recognise the car, it’s Steve.

You’d been friends for a while, somehow managing to see eachother nearly every day despite him graduating the year prior. All your friends like to tease you, calling him your “boyfriend”, but it wasn’t like that. The two of you were truely just friends, or as Robin said it, “Platonic with a capital ‘P’”

He rolls down his window, “Hey, you need a ride?” You honestly didn’t, the walk would only take about ten minutes. But you wanted to see your friend, so you hopped in.

“Now,” He starts, “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re stressed, and you, my friend are, stress city. You wanna fill me in on what’s going on?”

You shake your head, “It’s just a stupid presentation.” You say, fumbling with your cue cards.

He smiles, “Oh, I know what presentation you’re talking about. Dude, I did that last year- and even I got near top marks. You’re gonna be fine.”

You sigh, “No, it’s not just that. It’s also the people, everybody’s staring, and judging.” You cradle your knees in your arms, the stress building back up.

Steve puts his free hand on your knee, giving it a friendly rub before moving it back to the steering wheel. “Do you want me to be honest?” He turns to you, waiting for an answer.

You nod.

“Okay, well, half the kids in there are so stressed about their own presentation, they’re not hearing to a word you’re saying. The other half are bored and just want class to end.” He said, turning into your school parking lot.

“Does that make anything better?” He asks, giving tou a cheeky grin.

You nod, sending him a soft smile, “Yeah, I’ll let you know how it goes?”

“I already know you’re gonna kill it,” He says, making you laugh and slap him in the arm, “But yeah, let me know.” You get out of the car, ready to face the presentation.

Two weeks later, you’re running into the Film store, the results of your presentation held firmly in your hand.

Robins sitting at the counter to greet you, “Hey, Steve’s out back, something about his hair deflating- he needs to put some more helium in the balloons holding the strands up.”

You laugh, heading to the break room. “Steve!”You call to him, he turns around, a smile breaking out from his face.

He runs up to you, lifting you up and spinning you around. “Did you get it?” He asks, putting you down.

“Yep,” You say, showing him the grade, “Full marks.” You send him a triamphant smile.

“Ugh! I knew it!” He says, pulling you into a hug, “I told you, I said you’d kill it!”

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WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @direwombat. Ty!!!

Tagging @trench-rot @adelaidedrubman @strangefable @vampireninjabunnies-blog @strafethesesinners @deputyash @josephseedismyfather @v0idbuggy @voidika @schoute @shallow-gravy @afarcryfrommymain @inafieldofdaisies @direwombat @jacobsneed @stacispratt @purplehairsecretlair @derelictheretic and anyone else with something to share! I love seeing everybody’s wips!

A bit of Wrathling I wrote yesterday:

Patience stared, mouth slightly parted in surprise as John moved fluidly and comfortably through his large walk-in closet, pointing out what was hers.

He’d procured for her a full new wardrobe. An assortment of jeans and shorts in her size. A number of tank tops, t-shirts, button-ups, and jackets. A few dresses in various colors and styles. Shoes, socks, even underwear. She blushed in embarrassment at the thought of him buying bras and panties for her.

“I based the sizes off of the clothes you had on you before your confession. If anything isn’t right, let me know and I can get you something else. And let me know if there’s anything specific you want.” His voice turned suddenly serious, and he leveled his gaze to meet hers before adding, “These things are yours, Patience. They belong to you, and no one will take them or get rid of them without your say-so, okay?”

She nodded and clenched her jaw in an effort to control her expression. She didn’t trust herself to speak. She wouldn’t tear up over a gift from John fucking Seed. Especially when she knew it was a blatant manipulation based on the mini-breakdown she’d suffered downstairs. She had to give credit where it was due: he clearly had these things waiting for her, but masterfully twisted their reveal to prey on the vulnerability she’d been unable to hide just minutes ago.

She swallowed heavily and finally managed a “thank you.”

His face lit up and he gave her a beaming grin. “You’re welcome. Come,” he said, taking her hand and leading her out of the closet and into the en-suite bathroom.

Her eyes nearly bugged out of her head at the size of the room. A huge standing shower with a rainfall shower head and room enough for three or more people to stand comfortably stood beside the door. Against the far wall was a jet tub bigger than any she’d seen in a person’s home before. The vanity had double sinks and dark marble countertops.

None of that was what he wanted to show her, though, as he let her go and walked to the vanity, pulling out drawers and opening cabinets under the far sink. He pulled out the items within to show her each: a wood-handled boar-bristle hairbrush, a large rectangular plastic hairbrush, a new package each of hair ties and blonde-toned bobby pins, pads, tampons, face wash, face cream, scented body lotion, and on, and on.

“I don’t know what you use,” he told her, placing the items back in their respective spots. “Let me know if there’s any specific brands or products you need and I can get them for you. If there’s anything here you don’t want or need we can gift it to someone else in the Project. The same goes here as with the closet. This is yours and you can rearrange or dispose of whatever you want. No one else will mess with it.” The stupid smile stuck on his dumb, bearded face.

Patience nodded, face flushing red in a mixture of emotional overwhelm and pure anger. She was grateful to finally have things that belonged to her, things that she needed, and that pissed her off beyond measure. How pathetic had she become that she was grateful to the man holding her against her will for anything?

She knew John was the face of the cult. She knew he was their main recruiter. She knew she had shared some of her most intimate secrets with him under duress, and she couldn’t even remember everything she’d said. He was trying to manipulate her into handing over her trust and control and he was good at it.

A single tear fell down her face, and Patience couldn’t even be sure if it was an angry tear or not. She hastily wiped it away and thanked him again anyway. The smile on his face, the sparkle in his eyes, didn’t fade for an instant.

John excused himself and left her to shower after showing her where the towels were and teaching her how to work the controls. The shower was as luxurious as it looked and so she let silent, angry sobs wrack her body as the warm water flowed over her. She went through the motions on autopilot. Washing. Drying. Moisturizing, brushing, braiding, dressing…

And when Patience looked in the mirror, she actually recognized herself for the first time in too long. Hair braided down her back, black studs in her ears, choker around her neck. Grey tank top under an open olive button down. Dark skinny jeans tucked into black boots. Grey eyes, pale skin, tan freckles.

She looked like herself. But more than that, she felt like herself. For the first time in months, she felt like more than The Deputy. She felt like Patience Joy Ekner.

At home in her own skin, in John Seed’s bathroom.

She picked up the large glass bottle of fancy French lotion she’d just rubbed into her skin and whipped it, hard, against the wall above the tub. She didn’t even watch it collide with the stone tile. She heard the shatter and met her own gaze in sprawling mirror. She opened her mouth and screamed. Loud and long, until her face was red and her breath was gone.

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John did not even look up from his book when he heard the sound of breaking glass followed by a piercing, wrathful scream. He simply smiled.

#wip #my stuff #wrathling #oc: patience ekner

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penname-artist · 10 months

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Tidbits #6

Overview: Hermaphroditism & Aircraft Sex-Ed

(Slight pre-warning for mature content, though I don't think it's enough to warrant a maturity tag)

Notice: this chapter of 'Tidbits' is reposted from it's original document of 2021, and may no longer be up-to-date with current headcanons

This is being dedicated to an entire - long - chapter. Yup. This is a thing! Hold onto your hats y’all!

This is an important tidbit to make, purely because it will help explain a lot of concepts and themes surrounding my (generally not safe for work) fics, as well as the headcanon of the world and its inhabitants. While this may not be everybody’s cup of tea, it’s still going to be relevant to my storytelling, and that’s why this is here! So let’s...talk about airplane and helicopter reproduction systems, oh joy. XD

First and most notably to this rather lengthy headcanon explanation (because it’s the most often used slash needed to explain), helicopters, as well as large aircraft, both have forms of what is called hermaphroditism [herm-aff-row-dite-is-um]. While they each display them in different ways, both have the same basic principles: males and females each have their own male and female reproductive organs, stacked one on top of the other, hidden beneath separate sets of releasable panelling.

Now for the main differences between the two species, large aircraft are simultaneous hermaphrodites, meaning they have both parts, and can use them, you guessed it, simultaneously. Both exist at the same time without overcrowding each other. The ways they do this are mostly because of the fact that large planes have much lower hormone levels, even as adolescents, so there’s never a problem that one set is simply outpowering another. Now this does mean that they have to deal with female cycles (though, aircraft do not bleed) but again, natural hormone levels are so low and so well evened out that there never seems to be a big difference in behavior. (Side note: you might still see Cabbie swiping extra caffeine from the kitchen, though.)

Large aircraft will still have one set that determines their gender from birth, however, and that is whichever set is positioned closer to their underbellies (this works the same way with helicopters which we’ll get to in a minute). Then as they reach adolescence, both reproductive organs will begin to properly function. As a special note to add, no, they can not self-impregnate. They do still have to have a partner in order to reproduce.

And now onto my personal (very biased) favorites, the helicopters. Though they share the main hermaphrodite aspects, helicopters are known alternatively as being ‘sequential’ hermaphrodites. From birth, there is always one set that will be more prevalent and have stronger hormones than another, making the secondary dormant by comparison. The stronger set (or the natural one, I should say - transgender helis do of course exist) will always be the one closest to the craft’s belly, the same as large craft in determining gender, and the dormant set will be resting behind it. To put it very bluntly, cisgendered male helis have a penis in the front and a vagina behind it, and cisgendered females are the reverse!

When helicopters reach their adolescence, only the main set will be active. The dormant parts will remain dormant...for the most part. There is however one aspect of these dormant parts that need to be dealt with into a helicopter’s adulthood, and that is precautionary cycling. About every ten years or so, or roughly 12 different times in their lifespans, a helicopter’s secondary panelling becomes highly active only to ensure that it is healthy and functioning, and ready to use if absolutely necessary. Cycling will last between one and two weeks when active, and then (granted it doesn’t become actually active during that time, ie they’re not dropping eggs or releasing sperm) it will naturally just go back to a dormant state. Generally speaking, male cycling will make them more moody, and females will be hornier and occasionally more aggressive or dominating. Oh the wonderful world of double hormones.

Now, you may be wondering, “But why have a second set of reproduction parts if they serve no purpose for most of their lives?”. Well you see, the only reason helicopters and large aircraft even evolved to having hermaphroditism in the first place is their need to not go extinct. It’s much more difficult for the both of them (large aircraft in particular) to find suitable mates to bear children with, especially when you need to find one male and one female to do so. In the case of planes such as Cabbie, as well, there’s historical evidence to prove that this hermaphroditism was purposefully bred into them in order to maintain high numbers of C-119s without having to decline females in war (sexism being what it was). The evolution definitely saved their afts in the long run, however, making it easier for them to reproduce effectively.

So why are helicopters different, why have their secondary sets completely dormant from birth as opposed to large aircraft's way of doing it? Long story short for their excuse: it's for emergency uses.

Helicopters are a species of aircraft that, historically, often bordered on the lines of 'difficult' in keeping good numbers of. Compared to the vast majority of aircraft, helicopters actually don't have as long a life expectancy, capping at 150 years, whereas prop planes in good condition will average 150, some even topping 200 or more. (Side note: Helos have also consistently had some of the highest numbers of same-sex couples in their species, seconding only to larger aircraft. Hermaphroditism is full of The Gays, apparently!) As a cherry on top to all of that, helos also have much stronger hormones than large aircraft, since they are much smaller and lighter. Because of these small issues in reproductivity, it's alleged that hermaphroditism evolved into the species as an emergency use for hard times. In the instance of, say, an apocalypse, so long as you have two helis, not necessarily two helis of differing genders, you could still conceivably continue their species. But that's only hypothetical scenarios, I'm not implying that Blade may be forced to carry pups for humanity in any kind of alternate universe…yet.

Though small aircraft don’t really need as much of an explanation for their way of doing things, I will add them to the pile as well just for clarification; small ‘craft, including all the prop-planes (and the sweet potato) are born with one of two biological sexes - but a male’s parts are tucked away in a cavity almost identical-looking to that of a female. Their balls are also further in the body so they’re protected from harm (though I’m sure a fist at the right angle over there would hit them effectively XD), and that’s just across the board, all males and male parts are that way across the aircraft spectrum. So, in essence, they’re basically like whales and dolphins! (I’m now thoroughly regretting adding “Do whales have balls?” to my Google search history…)

Now, some random things relative to all of this that I also wanted to point out, gestation periods! Aircraft differ by make and model quite a bit, but the general rule of thumb is that smaller bodies equal shorter terms, heavier bodies equal longer ones.

The shortest gestation periods are within the small single-engine prop planes, going from the world’s smallest (the Starr Bumble Bee model, respectively) into planes about Dusty’s size, though he is stunted in size for an Air Tractor, and their pregnancy times are around three to four months at a time.

Slightly larger aircraft, including most of your warplanes and bigger single-engine aircraft, have gestation periods of six to ten months.

Small double-engine planes, Bulldog as an example, are between eight and eleven months.

Bigger double-engines, starting at Dipper’s type and going all the way up to Cabbie, have a minimum period of twelve months, but often go up to fifteen.

Light helicopters, and most often skidded copters, have a period closest to a human term of nine to ten months.

Bigger helicopters, Blade’s size and up, capping a little under Windlifter’s size, are all twelve-month terms.

Windlifter and other big choppers, which also include models with double rotor assemblies, take around thirteen months.

Okay, you got all that? Alright, I got one more round of random things to add here, if you’ve made it this far, and these I didn’t really organize all that well so it’s just a mix of headcanon tidbits here!

One feature between aircraft coupling is reproductive magnetism. This is a bit of headcanon I’ve added to an upcoming Prop Calendar project that you’ll hopefully get to see, one day at least. There are natural magnets lining the rims of each panelled set of parts, and they grow more powerful with arousal, until the point of orgasm, when they quite literally snap full force with the set of a partner’s, like a lock-on system during mating. Between two of the same sets of panelling, there’s not much magnetic response, but between a male and female coupling, the opposite polarities get really damn strong.

Despite the obvious sequential hermaphroditism within helicopter species, their societies are still a widely homophobic and transphobic demographic (as shown by Blade’s relationship with his father and biological family). A lot of your helo purists will believe that your secondary set should be ignored at all costs, and that giving in to using it is equivalent to an unforgivable sin. Times did change for them in needing to have such a thing, but times are changing again to make that something that shouldn’t need to be shunned.

Though this isn’t confirmed headcanon, I’m really just thinking out loud on this, but I have considered toying around with the idea of airplane sex drives and how those may naturally alter between species. Larger aircraft may tend to have a much lower sexual appetite, whereas smaller or more flexible craft have a much higher one. There are, of course, plenty of exceptions to that (Oscar), but that’s an unconfirmed concept of differences in species.

And that concludes our random-ass tidbit (that took way too long to produce) on plane and heli sex-ed! Now, I am aware there’s a lot of aspects I haven’t covered here, so if anyone has any further questions, feel free to add them into a comment, I’m always open to getting questions to fill up Q and As, and I’ve got a few already that I’ll be rolling out in the next chapter. That will be all I’ve got for today, apologies for my lack of posting right now, I’m trying to barrel through a writing block and it’s only half-working. XD

#disney planes tidbits #disney planes #disneyplanes #planes fire and rescue #disney planes 2 #tidbits

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thesunandmoons-blog · 2 years

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the alpha’s mate.

this was rq’d by @gavinsdeviant here you go bestie!!

cw/tw : anxious thoughts, lots of comfort and care, lots of fluff, angel’s first pack meeting

Word count : 786

Fandom : redacted asmr

Pair : angel/davey

if you wanna read on ao3!!

Angel had waited a few weeks before asking David if they could go to a pack meeting with him. He’d offered them a ride along to one if they were ever interested, but the anxious thoughts that rose in their mind always forced a ‘not yet, but maybe soon!’ from their lips.

But it was finally time. It was time for Angel to finally ask David if they could tag along to the next pack meeting. As simple as asking him may seem, the anxiety regarding the entire situation almost had them chickening out of asking in the first place.

David had been seated in his office at their home, Angel’s knuckles gently rapping against the door. A soft, “Come in,” was heard, and their sweaty hand wrapped along the knob, twisting and gently pushing as they entered. “Hey, Davey, are you busy?” What kind of question was that? He was always busy, but he would always make time for his Angel.

His eyes were turned up at Angel, one hand holding a ball point pen and the other holding his head, his chin resting in the palm of his hand propped up on the desk by his elbow. “You know I’d make time for you, no matter what, Angel. Is everything okay?” They swallowed, hard. “I, uh..” They were fidgeting, fingers interlaced in front of them as their eyes looked anywhere but David. “I was just wondering if maybe I could come along to the next pack meeting? I-... I just really want to meet the people who are family to you,” Angel spoke softly, their sentence trailing off towards the end.

With that rare, toothy smile gracing his face, David stood up, taking a stride and a half over to them and placing his hands on their hips. “Angel, you are more than welcome to join us at the pack meeting, so long as you agree to not act like a little shit. That means no calling me Davey in front of them. No exceptions to this.” The small, anxious smile that had appeared on Angel’s face quickly turned to their typical, mischevious smirk, hands pressed up against his chest. “Awh, that’s too bad! I was so excited to tell all of our dirty little secrets to everybody!” A low growl left David’s mouth, muffled by Angel pressing a sweet kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Davey. I’m... excited to meet the people you call family.”

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Angel let out a shakey exhale through their nose, holding David’s hand with a vice grip. He’d looked over at them, offering a comforting smile, which did help relax Angel a little bit. David unlocked the door to the pack’s den, being the first to arrive (that was a pretty obvious, him being the Alpha and all). They’d helped David set out a few rows of seating, going back to the main door with him to begin welcoming people to the meeting.

To say Angel was a little anxious was an understatement. They stood at the front door with David, smiling to each pack member as David welcomed them in with the low, gruff voice they loved so much.

There had been nothing but smiles and waves to them while the pack piled in. When Asher and his mate had gone in, almost as late as usual, a relieved smile was planted onto Angel’s face, seeing another familiar face. There was a silent conversation between the two of them, smiles and waves passed between them.

With another 5 minutes before the meeting would officially start, David took Angel’s hand, leading them to the front of the room with him. Everybody was getting settled in their seats or leaned up against the wall, and David’s presence at the front of the room grabbed everybody’s attention.

“I know I say this everytime, but thank you all for being here. First and foremost, I want to introduce you all to somebody very special. This,” he wraps his arm around their waist, continuing, “is my mate. I expect you all to give them a warm welcome and treat them with the upmost respect.”

David’s words almost had Angel melting in their spot next to him. The hint of posessiveness that laced his voice was unmatched, and his protectiveness over them made their heart flutter. Angel’s hand raised with a small wave, their typical toothy grin on their face.

“It’s really great to meet you all! David can’t stop talking about all of you; I knew I wanted to be a part of this family as soon as I’d learned about it!”

That’s what this was going to be for them. A new group of people for them to join. Another family.

#redacted asmr #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted fanfic #redactedverse

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With that, we conclude season 2! We’re currently working on season 3 and we understand that the recent (multiple hehe) self-paras, plot drops and the big reveal can be a lot to deal with so we encourage everyone to take all the time they need. Your mental and emotional health is important to us so if you’re in need of a hiatus, we completely understand! Just please let us know.

I can honestly say this has been our best season so far and I want to take this moment to applaud my fellow admin, Jasmine, for all the hard work she did with her character, and not only for sticking to the storyline, but also for moving it along. This season wouldn't have been as great a success without her dedication and talent. Additionally, I'd like to thank Jasmine and Idalis for all the help with the main this season. Thank you both for your continued dedication to this group and I appreciate you both so much ❤️

Fair warning, this post will be a little long because all updates to end this season will be stated here!

Moving forward, we understand that it can be a big change for a lot of characters so if anyone would like to drop characters or switch one for another or edit anything about your current ones, you’re more than welcome to do so! Just shoot the main a message since we’ll be updating the pages today and tomorrow, and will be going back to our regular schedule of acceptances (Mondays, Wednesdays & Fridays). As of right now, you may apply for up to TWO ADDITIONAL MUSES, but this will be on a case by case basis, depending on your activity. The only thing we’re asking is for you to only take on the number of characters you’re sure you can handle. You're more than welcome to send in the apps now!

Like at the start of Season 2, we’ll be having a FACE CLAIM RESET, which means that all face claims of all characters who have died prior to the season finale will be reopened. This means that all the face claims of all characters who died during the Season 1 finale will also be reopened. You may check our TAKEN PAGE to see the updated list of everyone currently taken!

We've added a couple of rules to our RULES PAGE so please go over them!

We’re also asking everyone to UNFOLLOW ALL ACCOUNTS AND ONLY REFOLLOW THE ONES THE MAIN CONTINUES TO FOLLOW, because the main will no longer follow dead/retired/killer characters’ blogs moving forward, though all self-paras will still be linked in the timeline page!

Also, this is over a week late but HAPPY SIX MONTHS of Nightrest being open! I can't believe we've been open for over half a year, and this is another cause for celebration. I'm genuinely so, so, so grateful for everyone here, for the dedication to this group and the plot and all your characters and I can't wait to see what the next season will bring!

When it comes to IN CHARACTER INFORMATION, here a few things to take note of:

We are now in real time. The engagement party happened on July 22nd, and it’s been a week since then. You're free to write threads that happened any time between the end of the event until now, or continue your event threads, or start new for the new season. It's all up to you!

People still don’t know who owns the nightrestanonymous Instagram account that tagged Azra and it hasn’t been active since.

It’s now common and accepted knowledge that Adee was the killer and holds responsibility for all deaths and injuries since Enzo was locked up and Kennedy & Peter were killed. You may have your characters wonder if Jake's involvement was greater than just Adee's death, but there will be no proof of that. You may also have your characters wonder if there were more people secretly involved (there weren’t, but you know, curious minds).

Jacob is currently locked up, but won’t be facing that long a sentence. You may check the SEASON 2 TIMELINE page to see which killer was responsible for which death/injury!

I truly hope everybody’s having a great day/night and I’ll be around for the rest of the day if anyone has any questions!

#nightrest:admin

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timextoxhajima · 1 year

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EMPATH [0]: Prologue

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୫ Pairing: Empath! [fem] reader! x ex! Jake Sim x best friend! Park Sunghoon

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୫ Synopsis: A strict household. A single, closed-off workaholic for a grandparent and guardian. You had curated the perfect habit of keeping to yourself, cementing an unbreakable wall between you and the rest of the world. However, you’ve been bestowed with a gift - the gift to feel other people’s emotions.

୫ Series Warnings: Mentions of panic attacks, suggestive material, swearing

୫ Word Count: 825 words

Is this retribution? A pay-off? A curse?

"y/n."

The swell starts to infect your lungs, rotting through every nerve when your breathing shallows. Your eyes are cemented onto Chowon, whose hands are over her chest and struggling to breathe.

You were lying on Jake's lap, and he had been stroking your hair and pulling them out of your face when an unfamiliar anxiousness started brewing in your gut.

It made you feel like puking, so you sat up abruptly, startling Jake, but he wipes his face clean of the surprise when he tries to snake his arm over your shoulders.

But with every breath you took, it got shallower, harsher - it felt like your lungs are caving in on yourself.

The only problem was that you knew you did not have this problem.

"Hey," Finally, a frown creases his forehead. "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

Elsa was still singing her lungs out on the wall you were sitting opposite, most of your friends in the room still engaged with the film. Some plastic crinkles when someone picks up the bag of chips, and it's not the crinkling that sets you off, it's the overwhelming feeling of pure sensory overload that guts you.

Confusion starts to break your hearing apart, every word that Jake was whispering or mumbling into your ear suddenly blocked out when the anxiety swells even more. By now, your eyes are frantic, darting across the length of the room in the dark.

By now, you were panting, hands reaching up to your chest in an attempt to regulate your breathing but then you realise - you were still thinking.

This is not me. These aren't my feelings. It's-

Like a puppet, the nerves in your body somehow pull you off the ground and Jake's eyes glimmer in the dark when you make the huge shift. He gets up, fingers wrapping around your hand. His lips are apart, saying something to you, but you're slightly dizzy, slightly nauseous, and still searching the room for the source.

Then you see it.

Chowon, sitting in the corner of her bed, of her room, panting to herself.

Your lips part and your hand fumbles behind you to find Jake's wrist, your shoulder now backed up into his chest with your laboured breathing. "Chowon- she's-"

It takes him a second to process the sight before him, somewhat surprised that you had been able to pick her out from the crowd but also slightly concerned that his classmate was having a panic attack.

"Oh, no," He breathes, warm breath hitting your neck as he drops his hand to your waist and walks around you. "I'll go check on her, okay?"

But you know instantly Jake's approach wasn't going to make anything better, for Chowon shrinks further into the corner when she notices him. Your heart rate spikes and for a split second, your vision goes white.

Suddenly, she's crying, pushing through everybody else to leave the room and kicking over some cups and chip bags in the process. She glances at you as she makes her way out, and the sheer panic flashes across her eyes.

You reach out and try to hold her back, wishing nothing but to ask after her, and yet you're greeted by a sudden surge of unreasonable pain and ache.

"Is she okay?"

"I'll go get her."

Jake tells someone to stop the film, and someone else turns on the room lights with another rushing out of the door to go after her. Yet he finds you, paralysed and rooted to the ground, absolutely frozen.

"y/n."

One look at you in your eyes and Jake knows something is wrong. He’s not used to the layer of tears in your eyes, or your shaking hands and your darting pupils.

"Hey, hey, hey," Pulling you into his chest, he holds the back of your head with his palms flat into your hair. You can hear his heart, which does provide you with some calm and clarity, but Chowon's anxiety was swimming about in your blood.

The quiet shushes he kisses into the crown of your head brings you to tears - a horrible combination of your heart running the fate of someone else's but your thoughts were forming a conclusion you never knew was even possible.

Empathy, felt physically.

But...

You pull away, gulping the dryness in your throat that the anxiety's forced you into. He finds your cheek and presses a gentle kiss into your forehead, knowing that he was nothing but genuine for you.

Why doesn't Jake's peace calm me down?

"You alright? You must've been surprised," He mumbles under his breath, just loud enough for you to hear. Lowering your head, you press your cheek into his chest again, this time, intentionally listening, thinking, feeling.

Nothing.

Then you shut your eyes and let the realisation eat you up from the inside.

You can't read Jake's feelings.

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