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lucifers-rubber-duck · 1 month

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Was wandering how the crew would react to a reader with animalistic beahavior (reader that acts like an animal something).

Like how a dog would be possessive of smt, tounge hanging out, suddenly extremely happy, or like a cat doing long stretches and sleeping in small conners.

P.S this is my first request and I really like your format of writing, keep up the good work 👍.(if you don't want to do this I completely understand, it is a rather strange request so no need to fell bad😗)

Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Husker, Angel, Niffty, Sir Pentious & Lucifer

Warnings: None.

A/N: That's a totally fine request! I'm glad you like my writing :} Thanks for the ask Anon and sorry for taking so long.

𖤓Charlie

• Finds you adorable, she enjoys your shenanigans and makes sure that you don't feel ashamed by them, it's something you can't control.

• She has experience with taking care of pets, like Kiki, Razzle and Dazzle; so she totally would make the space around you comfortable for you to act the way you want. I also think that Kiki would sometimes hiss at you for no reason but Charlie is trying her best to make Kiki like you more.

• She would ask if you were okay with her petting you sometimes, she's not malicious or anything, she just truly loves seeing how your face would immediately soften with her touch.

• Likes when you sleep close to her, all curled up in couch or in bed, your presence helps her relax when she ends up too stressed trying to make the hotel work.

𖤓Vaggie

• She's not the biggest animal enjoyer but wouldn't mind you doing your own thing. She does have some experience since she helped Charlie take care of her own pets but watching someone that was previously a human act like that makes her side-eye a few of your actions.

• Would be more helpful if your demon form is similar to a bird, if you had wings she would offer herself to peel your feathers and clean them up so you don't have to do it alone. She was a angel before and had to do the same things but she won't tell you that part.

• You would end up scaring her sometimes tho, she would be going down stairs to grab some water and she would see your figure just down the hall, eyes shining in the shadows as your head quickly turned to look at her, making it even more creepy. She stares at you for a few moments before slowly going back up without her water.

• That would keep happening until she just got used to it and started having midnight snacks with you, even falling asleep with you curled up around her in the couch, she suffers from insomnia and your presence makes her fall asleep easier, but she always wakes up earlier than you so you're always alone in the couch by the morning.

• Stills thanks you thought, in a way no one hears, she's too embarrassed to admit to everyone she has trouble sleeping but you don't mind keeping it a secret, especially when she's being way nicer to you.

𖤓Alastor

• Finds you amusing, I imagine him being rather surprised when he first saw you demonstrate your more animal side, probably thinking at first that you were stupid or something.

• He already likes to mess with Husker, treating him like an actual pet so you would be no different, you may not own your soul to him but living under the same roof means having to deal with his annoying treatment towards you.

• Would pull you around with him and present you to people as if you were his actual pet, ordering you around and making you fetch things for him. And he always talks with you in the most forced cute voice ever, now you get why Husker hates this guy.

• If you ever try to intimidate him by pretending you're going to bite him or something along those lines he'll simply give you a stern look and a slightly more forced smile before saying something along the lines of “What a fiesty one.”. To put it simple, he likes to make your life miserable and there's no way to get rid of him.

𖤓Husker

• He's also technically a animal, he looks more like a cat than he looks human at least and had to deal with controlling his instincts as well, he understand your struggles and will be there to help you control them.

• If your sinner form was more cat-like than he would find it easier to teach you but has advices for other animal related demon forms as well, he makes sure you feel good with yourself.

• But a few of his own animal behaviors would show up by default because you're there. He would rub his face against your arms, his ears would peark up when he hears your voice and there were multiple ocasions were you two feel asleep curled up around each other.

• But you do similar stuff as well so he feels less pathetic when letting his cat side win for a few minutes. Just never dare to talk about how he purrs around you, he'll have your head if you do so.

𖤓Angel

• He enjoys annoying you and making bad sexual jokes about your behavior (like calling you a pussy out of nowhere or something along those lines). He also totally would play pranks that would awaken your more animalistic side.

• Like, I imagine you're literally just chilling on the lobby's couch and then suddenly there's one of those cat lasers moving all around the place and you can't help but chase it around while he's laughing loudly in the background.

• Takes photos of you when you're not looking, but not normal distracted photos, he only takes them when you're doing something embarrassing. The only sweet photos he has of you are the ones you're with Fat Nuggets, be with him sleeping in your lap or just playing with him.

• Would probably buy you a dog-collar for your birthday as a prank, but it actually looks kind nice, being all decorated and having you name in the pendant so if you somehow don't feel too embarrassed to use it he would give you a sly smile before coming back to do whatever he does normally.

𖤓Niffty

• If you have any animal characteristics she'll totally stop everything she's doing to play with your tail/ears/wings or whatever you have, you're a walking fluff ball for her.

• Would insist on helping you bathe, she actually knows ways that not even you knew to keep your hair and fur/wings clean and soft. She would make sure you're all cleaned up.

• Would be more than pleased to receive dead animals if you bring them to her. She would make them onto furniture around the hotel and her room or just turn part of them into accessories.

𖤓Sir Pentious

• Secretly finds you adorable, like, have you seen the way he looked at Kiki when she sat on his lap? He's a total sucker for animals but pretends he isn't.

• You can catch his pupils growing bigger and his eyes shine while he looks at you do anything that resembles a small animal, like stretch yourself, get a sudden burst of energy or sit in high places at the hotel, he tries to play it cool when he notices you’re looking at him but is terrible at hiding that he was staring.

• Would build things for you if you asked him, sometimes without you even asking, for you to put out those animal instincts in more healthier ways insitead of on the hotel, and would keep it a total secret, he doesn't want to make you embarrased.

• He would ask, in a very timid way if he can pet you, if you ask why he wants to pet you he would probably say something among the lines of: “B-because I'm petting EVERYONE HERE!”

𖤓Lucifer

• He loves animals, he helped create some of them back in the days when he was still in heaven so he has a special place in his heart for them, if your sinner form has animal characteristics you can be sure he'll be orbiting around you in pure bliss.

• Asks you a lot of questions on how your body works, what's your diet, how much time it took for you to adjust, even more personal questions, he's kinda oblivious to the fact that you may be uncomfortable with them, he's just so curious (even more if you so happen to have a sinner form similar to a bird).

• Would have a special area designed just for you in his Apple Tower in the hotel where you like to hang out for a big part of the day, watching him build his ducks or anything else he's feeling like building that day. He eventually breaks the silence between him and you when he has a new question to ask but tries to let you be as much as possible.

• When you do anything that he remotely finds adorable, he will start talking in those sweet voices that you use to talk to pets or babies, he's not treating you like an actual animal, he just can't contain his adoration for your behaviors to himself, don't worry, he won't talk to you like that in public, not after he notice how uncomfortable you looked in front of the others. He'll save his reactions for when you two are just by yourselfs.

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specialagentlokitty · 3 months

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Will Graham x teen!reader - our support animals

Hi I would like a request for Will Graham and teen Reader getting a dog and somehow gets an old boy who was returned 5 times? - Anon💜

Sitting on the steps in front of your school, you glanced down at your watch in order to check the time, wondering if it was worth just going for a walk or not.

You didn’t want to be at school, so you had messaged Will asking if he could come pick you up since you didn’t know who else to call at this point.

Finally you saw his car pulling up outside, and you got up, making your way to the passenger side in order to get in.

“Thanks for getting me…” you mumbled.

“Are you okay?” Will asked.

You gave a small shrug, resting your head on the window as you watched everything just rolling by.

“Not ready to go back?”

“No… I don’t know I just… all those people.. all looking at me.. I don’t know..”

Will glanced at you, turning his attention back to the road.

“They know what happened.” He said.

“I mean who doesn’t at this point? My parents were murdered a nearly a year ago, they weren’t all that great at parents anyways and now im in the care of an FBI agent who isn’t really FBI agent. I missed the rest of the school year last year and news travels fast I guess.”

“You don’t have to be in my care if you don’t want to be. Children’s services already said they can easily find you a home if you want it.”

You whipped your head around to look at him.

“No!”

You frowned a little.

“I just… I don’t.. they’ll all be happy families…”

“You can’t be around that right now, I understand that.”

You nodded your head, looking back to the road, trying to figure out where you guys were going.

“I’m sorry I made you leave work.”

“It’s fine, I wasn’t doing anything interesting anyway, and I don’t think I could have sat there listening to Jack for much longer.”

This made you smile a little bit, and you look at him.

“Where are we going?”

“You’ll find out a minute.”

You turned back to watching the roads go by, and finally Will pulled the car into a parking lot, and you climbed out of the car.

“A rescue?”

“I know you love the dogs, you get sad when they all follow me not you. So, we’re going to get you your own dog, Hannibal believes having a pet may help in your recovery.”

You furrowed your brow and Will opened the door to the rescue, gesturing for you to enter, and you did looking around.

While he went to talk to the people in the reception, you looked around, wondering about to look at posters and photos of the animals they had up for adoption.

You weren’t paying that much attention to anything else that going on, and every so often Will would glance at you to make sure that you were still there.

“(Y/N), please don’t wonder away.”

You turned to look at Will and he held his arm out to you.

You walked over and stood next to him, you turned away from the receptionist, and Will kept a hand on your shoulder.

“Is there anything specific you’re looking for in a pet?” The woman asked.

Will looked down at you and you shook your head.

“Can we just look at them all?”

“If you want to then yes.” He smiled.

He carried on speaking to the woman, and you stretched a little bit, letting out a yawn as you waited.

Finally you were allowed to walk through and have a look at all the dogs.

There was a lot of barking, and in a strange way it put you at ease, living with Will as your caretaker for nearly a year had made you used to the sounds of barking.

“What about this one?” Will asked.

You walked over to him.

“It says her name is Luna, she’s a husky, she’s two years old, is very friendly, gets along with other dogs, was surrendered because the family couldn’t keep up with the upkeep of a husky.”

You looked at Luna, crouching down to see her better, and she paced back and forth, tail wagging happily.

“She’s really cute.”

“Do you want to keep looking?”

You nodded, letting Will help you stand up.

You carried on slowly wondering, stopping to look at all the dogs you past, Will would read you the information about them and you would keep wondering.

Will had taken particular interest in one of the dogs and you kept looking around at all of them until you reached the end kennel.

You carefully read over the information on the board and you sat down on the floor.

“Hey Enzo…”

The old Labrador lazily wagged his tail as he wondered over, laying down in front of the door, resting his head on his paws.

“Will?”

You turned to look at him and he got up, following after you.

“What is it?” He asked.

“I want Enzo.”

Will knelt down next to you, looking at the old dog.

“Yeah? What’s his story?”

“They’re not sure how old he is, but they do know he’s old. He’s been returned five times, apparently nobody wants to keep cause he’s old. That’s not fair…”

“It’s not.”

Will got up, placing a hand on your head to get your attention.

“Let’s go get one of the staff.”

“Can I stay with Enzo?”

Will glanced around, he didn’t seem so sure about the idea of leaving you alone there, but he saw there was only one entrance and exit.

“Alright, I’ll be just a minute.”

Will made his way to get a member of staff so you could meet the old Labrador and you sat on the floor, Enzo resting against your chest as you hugged him.

Will and the worker both smiled at the scene of you just cuddling this old dog who had been returned so many times.

“We’ll adopt him.” Will said.

You turned around to Will, smiling from ear to ear at him.

“I love him, he’s so sweet.”

“Well you have to love him because he’s yours and we’re not bringing him back.”

“Good.” You said.

Will filled out all the paperwork while you sat in the back of his car with Enzo, just happily petting the dogs head.

You were excited to bring Enzo back to meet all of Will’s dogs, and Enzo was pretty happy to go around with them all, wondering and exploring his new home.

You sat on the floor, waiting for him to come back so you could go back to petting him.

Will was sitting on the couch, stroking one of the other dogs.

“Do you think he knows any tricks?” You asked.

“I’m not sure, you’ll have to try. Go get the dog treats.”

You jumped up, running to the kitchen to get the dog treats and you sat on the couch next to Will, handing them to him.

You didn’t know as much about dogs as Will did, so you decided to let him see if Enzo knew any tricks or anything of the sort.

“Enzo come here boy!” You called.

The old slowly wondered over, stretching a little as he approached.

“Here, just hold this in your hand, let him see it.”

You did want Will said.

“Now, just say his name and whatever it is you’re wanting him to do.”

“Enzo sit.”

The old dog sat down, along with a few others.

“Now, give him the treat, scratch his head and tell him he’s a good dog. Positive actions mean he’ll bond to you more.”

“Good boy Enzo.”

You handed the Labrador his treat, and ruffled the fur behind his ears, grinning from ear to ear.

“We’ll get him settled in before we take him outside, and we’ll rest his recall while we’re here too.”

“Recall?”

You turned to look at Will.

“Yes. It’s how well an animal responds when you call their name, call them back to you, especially off leash dogs it’s very important.”

“Oh, if he doesn’t have good recall can we teach him it.”

Will smiled a little.

“Yeah, we can try to.”

“He’s gonna be my dog, you’re not allowed Enzo.”

Will chuckled a little bit at you.

“What if he likes me more?”

“Nope. He’s my dog.”

You sat back on the couch, patting your legs for Enzo, and he lazily climbed up, laying himself next to you with his head resting on your legs.

“Oh (Y/N) come on.”

Will had to stand up to let the dog lay down properly and you grinned from ear to ear at him.

“Do you want dinner yet?” Will asked.

“Uh, not yet. I’m not hungry. Can I help you cook it soon though? I don’t know how to cook.”

“I’ll teach you.”

You smiled, turning your attention back to Enzo and Will wondered away to do his own thing, happy that you were content there with your new family member.

He was hoping Enzo would help you in ways that he couldn’t, and since you refused to take part in any therapy he was hoping Enzo could be that support you needed especially on days when he couldn’t figure out how to help you.

Maybe there wasn’t fully enough room for another dog, but Will didn’t care about that, he could just adjust things a little if he needed too.

He had all his strays, and now you had Enzo, you both had your dogs for support, and you both had each other even if neither of you spoke about how you had fallen into Will’s care.

It didn’t matter, what mattered to Will now was keeping you safe and happy.

“Do you think he likes snow?” You called.

“I don’t know, we’ll find out soon.” He called back.

“Can he stay in my room?”

Will poked his head out for the kitchen.

“He can stay wherever you want him too (Y/N).”

You nodded your head, laying down on the couch to hug your new best friend

#Hannibal #Hannibal x reader #Hannibal x you #Hannibal imagine #will Graham #will graham x reader #will graham imagine #will Graham x you

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susansontag · 9 months

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studio ghibli ranking list let’s go

(will include nausicaä and the red turtle)

the these-are-actually-bad section:

24. earwig and the witch

actually the only one I haven’t watched so it’s cheeky to put it here. but I won’t be watching it and no one will blame me.

23. ocean waves

who sincerely cares about these teenagers they’re so annoying. if the boys had been gay it would have honestly been homophobic.

22. pom poko

this film is about shape-shifting raccoon dogs waging a war on humans and there’s copious jokes about their testicles. so on paper a perfect film. execution wise it’s so long and so boring and you care about none of them.

the cure-for-insomnia section:

21. tales from earthsea

hayao miyazaki was right to walk out of this one even though he probably is a terrible father for having done so. some of the animation was really nice but these protagonists made me yearn for the ocean waves cast because at least they have semi-personalities.

20. castle in the sky

proof miyazaki was judging his son too hard for earthsea because this is basically his version of the same thing: a nice idea with good animation and the most boring boy/girl protagonists imaginable. has got that whimsy he does so nicely however.

the passable-films section:

19. the cat returns

but should he have? was that really necessary? has a scene of cats walking in a procession on their hind legs though so that’s a plus.

18. arrietty

visually gorgeous but otherwise a very run-of-the-mill adaptation of the borrowers, which in something that should feel wondrous is less than ideal.

17. my neighbors the yamadas

some harmless and inventive fun that you can put on in the background whilst eating lunch or doing some light yoga stretches.

the don’t-harm-me-I’m-right section:

16. howl’s moving castle

yes I do in fact understand the intricacies of the plot and I still don’t care. this is one of ghibli’s messiest films for sure, it can’t decide what it wants to be or focus on and the plot just seems to happen and then not happen for no good reason. I also think howl’s a whiny bastard and hate that sophie has to mother him and endure his contemptible man tantrums. a shame because she’s actually cool.

15. grave of the fireflies

it was sweet but I’ve watched more moving animated films set in war-time, even. I don’t have much desire to watch it again honestly but maybe I will at some point.

the this-is-getting-there section:

14. the red turtle

I liked it! an acquired taste but I really felt the harshness of the elements and the cruelty and the love. it's also very beautiful to look at, one of the most visually arresting ghibli productions.

13. only yesterday

a tale of two films with this one. the parts where she's a young girl are much more interesting, but if this had stuck the landing and it'd been more even overall, could have potentially been a favourite. alas.

12. the wind rises

a genuinely weird one in ghibli's lineup, in which miyazaki meshes two different stories together (one of inventive 'genius' and a doomed love story, respectively) in a likely attempt to try and grapple with his having chosen his career over all else, including family (noteworthy is that his wife was not able to retain her career as an animator). as a piece of art it's less whimsical and more mature than many of these films, but I struggle to not let my distaste for what it potentially represents get in the way of my appreciation for it as a film, but it's so blatantly personal that it's impossible.

the that-was-just-a-good-fun-time section:

11. nausicaä of the valley of the wind

aesthetically one of the coolest films on this list but I don't remember the story as well. great protagonist too. must have been great to experience when it first came out in the '80s.

10. porco rosso

I love this film about a tomboy mechanic and some pilot guy who went off to war and was so changed he is now a pig. watching it feels like if the mediterranean was so small it fit into your back pocket and was also populated by all your friends all your enemies and your ex-lover also.

9. from up on poppy hill

I found this one boring the first time I watched it but it really grew on me with subsequent rewatches. I really like her predominantly female household and the community they share in the backdrop of the rest of the drama is sweet. the bit of drama midway through is still batshit though but in a loveable, disney-would-never way.

the near-perfect section:

8. the tale of the princess kaguya

probably takahata's magnum opus with the studio, if slightly overlong. folktales are tricky because they tend to feel moralistic and the characters one-note if you're not willing to build on them but kaguya herself feels very spirited and alive. the prettiest on the list too I'd say.

7. my neighbor totoro

cozy late summer comfort film. perhaps even more special now because I was able to see the london production. cute!

6. when marnie was there

surprised this one has ranked so high for me but that's the power of tomboy lesbians heck yeah etc. also the fantastical element of this one is so up my alley and touches upon a particular kind of childhood nostalgia I have of being in old houses and imbuing them with magical qualities. the image of anna facing the house across the marshland is burned into my retina.

the I'd-die-for-her section:

5. princess mononoke

aesthetically too cool for school and has one of the best ghibli villains and female characters (lady eboshi). they really said all the spirits of the forest are going to die in this one but well it was a nice thought.

4. ponyo

my comfort movie of all-time! heartwarming! with another great female ghibli character in lisa, sosuke's mum who is legally allowed to drive like that apparently. also one I actually watched for the first time in my childhood when I was around 7 or so at an after school club. the subtitles taught me the useful and now underused gem of a phrase "bog off".

3. kiki's delivery service

asks the important questions such as: what if you were a young witch from a dying tradition who moves to a gorgeous town in sweden? what if your remarkable gifts were no longer appreciated due to rapid advancements in aviation technology? what if you could live in a bakery?

2. spirited away

when you're just a timid child who is scared of admittedly a lot and your parents manage to mess everything up spectacularly so now you're forced to work at the age of twelve for people who steal your identity. still one of the best honestly they may never top this as the peak of their artistic achievement.

1. whisper of the heart

have you ever been a struggling artist? have you ever been in love? have you ever been obsessed with john denver's take me home, country roads? in all seriousness love a story of two artistically inclined people inspiring each other and this has a unique feel compared to other ghibli films forever favourite probably. it feels like basically no one has watched it and that's a shame. rest in peace yoshifumi kondō.

#this took fucking ages #I welcome discussion #studio ghibli #moth.txt #moth rankings

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sister-lucifer · 1 month

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okay masky x hoodie idea

masky is clicker trained. to an embarrassing degree. Brian used to dominate him and they were weirdly kinky in college and now the sound of a clicker drops Masky to his knees ready to suck like the good dog he is

And Hoodie doesn’t even need the actual clicker, just clicking his tongue does it. Masky doesn’t even understand he’s fucking doing it when it happens it’s that ingrained into him

idk im jn love with the master x dog metaphor for Masky in anything ever

there’s no doubt about it, Masky is the best of the two at following orders. Tim’s mind is so tired and weary it’s easy to mold however his master wishes, and that shows through when he’s hardly lucid in the Masky headspace.

Tim and Brian hadn’t spoken in years, but Masky and Hoodie know each other very well. something triggers a memory in Hoodie, maybe the sound of Masky breathing or the smell of his lingering cologne, barely covered by the smell of pine trees and dirt, but it gives him a brief flash of something only Brian should know.

he stares at Masky for a moment, both of them sharing a silence. Masky tilts his head curiously as Hoodie lifts his mask just above his mouth to make sure the sound is clear.

he clicks his tongue twice.

Masky jolts, the physical reaction nearly making Hoodie flinch. Masky drops to his knees a moment after, looking up at his partner as if expecting something, but…neither of them know what.

Hoodie gestures for him to stand again, and he does, though slower than he dropped. silence stretches between them once more, but not for long.

Hoodie clicks again.

even faster this time Masky is down. he gets onto his knees with his hands sitting flat on top of his thighs, clearly awaiting something that’s just barely evading both of their memories.

Hoodie takes a step closer and reaches out, putting a cautious hand on Masky’s head and gingerly running his gloved fingers through his hair. his hand slides down the side of his face to his chin before pulling away. the shape of his jaw is disturbingly familiar.

Hoodie’s eyes trail down Masky’s still body slowly, taking his time. Masky can feel his stare but does nothing; that is, until he feels it stop at his groin.

he follows Hoodie’s gaze down to his lap, eyes widening behind his mask when he sees the obvious hard-on straining against his jeans. he hasn’t even realized.

there’s a flicker of realization between the two of them that there’s more to this than either of them know, but they don’t care. this feels right, and thats all that matters.

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silv3rswirls · 7 months

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Lamb

warnings: werewolves, detailed descriptions of skin, braking bones, etc. Blood and gore, kidnapping, yandere, burning skin

note: man i love a good werewolf fic

The air that night had been bitter and your cheeks were rosy as frost nipped at you. You were trudging through a thick, fresh blanket of snow and ice, the roads were closed off after the storm. You needed to get home though, having taken refuge at the convenience store during the store instead of going home hadn’t been the move in hindsight. “I would’ve made it home” you sulked to yourself, not dressed for the cold and bitter for having to leave your car buried. You look at the dragged animal prints in the snow, frowning and feeling a little bad for the wildlife. How scary is it for them? You wonder, you had been scared while sitting in the convenience store, you would’ve lost it if you had been stuck outside.

Your brows knit together, these prints looked weird. It wasn’t deer and looked too big and long to be the coyotes or wolves that lurked in the forest; it certainly wasn’t dogs. You start to feel a bit uneasy, looking around the bright scape of white snow and sparkling ice under warm streetlights.

You yelp at the feeling of something hard hitting you from behind, when you manage to get your bearings you realize it is the body of some animal. It's big, bigger than a bear, bigger than any animals you have ever seen around here. It's…disgusting…is it sick? You wonder. Its body is a mix of jagged bone and thick, gray skin and muscle.

Its lips curl, peeling back to reveal pointed teeth stained with blood and clumps of fur stuck between. It stands up, towering over you, you back away but with just one step it’s nearly on top of you. You stare at it, scared in place and wide-eyed. It looked like what you would imagine a werewolf to, but far worse than the movies and books portrayed them as. You would see every smooth dip and jagged point in its arms, how skin stretched tight over its horrible face, crooked muzzle, and veiny body. Deep set eyes, that glew silver with just the ghost of a pupil behind the silver sheen. Pointed ears, the right one tore- you could only wonder what could’ve been big enough to injure the beast standing before you.

It gets on its hands and knees, leaning and staring harder at you for a moment. In just a second, a blur to your eyes, you feel its heavy paw slam into your side, throwing you to the side of the road like nothing. You stubbled, gasping for a breath you couldn’t catch and tumbling into the ditch. It lunges after you as you scramble to get up and run, sliding in the snow and nearly throwing yourself toward the tree line. You’re unsure if you’re getting a head on the creature, or if it's giving you a running start. You hope for the first. It felt like every bone in your chest was broken, it hurt to breathe as you let out sporadic gasps trying to keep on running.

You burst into sobs when it catches up. What had you ever done to deserve this? You were a good person, you helped your elderly neighbors and volunteered in town whenever they asked. You were kind to everyone you came across, you were nice, you were- your thought was cut short at the feeling of the beast jumping and taking you to the ground. If your bones weren’t broken before you were sure they were now. Its nose drug across your skin, and before you could understand what was happening its jagged fangs sunk into your side; painfully slow and burning. You opened your mouth, but couldn’t muster anything to come out. It feels like it’s gnawing at you; crunching your bones between its jaws and peeling the skin away slowly. You do all you can manage, kick at its hard body, and slam your hands into its muzzle, but nothing helps.

You lay there, blood staining the snow around you. You hear the beast run off, snarling and grunting. For a moment you swore it was laughing at you; taunting you.

“My brother was the same as you.”

That was the first thing he had said to you. You hadn’t known him, but it seemed he knew all too much about you.

“He was bitten, on his side just like you were.”

Whenever he spoke about it, your insides twisted and the mauled flesh on your side hurt.

“I can help you. If you want help.”

What had brought you to this point? You wondered to yourself, lying on the damp soil of Jungkook's basement. It wasn’t really a basement, and the first time he showed it to you you had gotten freaked out and refused to go down at all. When the…side effects of your condition began to worsen, you sucked up any fear and scurried down there every night like a rat. It was a room he dug himself, tore his floors up, and constructed it from scratch he explained. It didn’t look like much, but it would be a safe, secure place for you to hide. So every night you would come to Jungkook, after a long day of barely holding it together through work and personal life; two things Jungkook warned you would have to discard by the next full moon.

Your weariness towards Jungkook dwindled the more you realized he knew what he was talking about. It was relieving to have someone who could understand, maybe not the same as another creature like yourself would, but he was the closest thing around.

After being bitten that night, you woke up the next morning in your bed; thinking it all to be a nightmare. But ghost pains of your snapped bones and missing flesh poked at you. And when you finally grew the courage to lift your shirt and look, you could see the faint outline of a bite mark.

What did this mean?

You were changing is what it meant. Slowly you began to feel it. Assuming the insane idea that a werewolf had bitten you, you began to feel your bones ache as if they were slowly shifting within. It felt silly looking up the date for the next full moon.

Now it was just hours away, and Jungkook had left you shackled down here for days. Your skin had stopped burning at this point, the silver cuffs around your wrists were surrounded with black, charred flesh. It wasn’t going to regenerate as long as the silver irritated it. Jungkook said it would keep you weak, so you couldn’t escape when you transformed. Maybe it was keeping you too weak because never in your plans had you agreed to be locked away for days on end. This was torture and you prayed Jungkook was doing the right thing.

The hatch above you was heaved open, and the dim light from Jungkook’s house slowly began to seep in, harsh against your eyes. His head poked into view, wearing a friendly smile as he tossed a duffle bag down before descending the ladder. You watch him anxiously, an odd feeling poking your stomach. It must be time to actually start preparing for tonight. “Can you take these off now?” You ask, frowning when he goes to the duffle bag rather than to you first. “Please?”

“Hm?” He hummed. “What was that?”

“Come on, take these off.” You huff, slowly starting to make your way into a sitting position.

“Well…aren’t you going to say please again?”

Your face gets red in annoyance, you’re feeling extremely irritable. “Cut it out.”

“I just think it’s cute when you say it” he smiles, leaning over to unlock the cuffs. Slowly he peels them away. Your skin clings charred to it, some of it goes with the cuffs and the rest lays limp and scarred on your wrists. You stared at them with a deep frown. You had never seen your body in such poor shape. You had always been lucky to avoid broken bones and serious injuries. Now, ever since the attack, it seemed your body was actively fighting against you.

“Is it going to leave a scar?”

“Maybe. After your transformation, your injuries should heal though.” You nod, bringing your knees up to your chest and watching Jungkook pour the bag out, only to regret it as raw meat spills out of it. It was wet and bloody, some almost thawed from the grocery store and the rest haphazardly wrapped in brown paper from the butcher downtown. It smelt, you wanted to throw up and devour it all at the same time. “I got a deer out back, I’ll skin it and throw it down here for you.”

“I’m getting nervous,” you mutter, trying to ignore how good the meat looks next to you. “I mean, I’ve always been nervous but now it's getting too real.”

“I won't lie to you, it's going to hurt. You’ll scream and cry, it’ll feel like your whole body is breaking, but when it's over it’s over. It'll just stop and you’ll feel…amazing I guess.”

Jungkook turns around, giving you a smile. Maybe it was supposed to be comforting, but all you could feel was a hole in your stomach. The hair on the back of your neck was standing, every inch of your skin prickling. You were staring at Jungkook, but your vision was changing. It was getting messy, blurry, and harsh. The light above Jungkook was bright, burning your eyes. He was cast part in shadow, his smile was freaking you out. It was too wide, too optimistic. His eyes weren’t the cute little doe eyes you saw when you met it. They were dark, his pupils were bright and red, and he was staring right through you.

Love you, love you, love you

Your head whips around, trying to place the voice you heard. It was low, grumbling in your ear. But no one was there.

“What’s wrong?”

You look back at Jungkook, you were feeling anxious. You hadn’t felt anxious since you were bitten, you hadn’t felt anything since you were bitten. Now it felt like everything was hitting you. You were dizzy, your head hurt, you thought you might throw up what little was in your stomach.

“Why do you” you cut yourself off and blink a few times.

Saw you love you, want you, love you

You felt Jungkook’s hand on your shoulders, shaking you slightly as he pulled you closer. “What’s wrong?”

“Why are you eyes…” you stare at his eyes, white pools staring back at you. No pupils, just a glittery silver staring back at you. He ignores you, his hand cups your face and his thumb traces your cheek comfortingly.

“Are you losing yourself now?” He frowns. “You poor thing. There’s nothing you can do anymore.”

You take a quick glance at his ear, covered with dark curls. You’re quick to push it away, the top half of his ear is missing. You stare at it for a long time until you feel him get closer, grabbing you tighter and holding you in place for a kiss.

“You did this to me” your voice breaks, pushing him away.

He nods slowly, staring intently at you. “I did,” he admits straightforwardly. “I couldn’t help myself.”

You just sit there, unable to wrap your mind around it. Jungkook, who other than being a little odd, had seemed kind enough. He knew a lot- of course, he knew a lot. Of course, he just happened to find you. “Sweet little lamb.” he smiles, “Just accept it right? Not like you can leave now- not like I’d let you. Not like anyone would want you anymore.”

Jungkook stands up, and when you try to get up he kicks you back down. “When I first saw you, I knew I wanted you to be like me. There aren’t any more of us around here, just me and you now.” He explains, “You had these eyes- well had these eyes- they’re so round and innocent, like a lamb. You were my little lamb, I was going to eat you at first, but…something about you that night, I couldn’t help myself.”

You can’t help but cry, out of anger or fear; you weren’t sure. You couldn’t even bring yourself to stand anymore, your body felt like it was on fire and you could feel your bones slowly snapping and shattering. “Stop” you choke out, “make it stop.” you could feel it now, it felt like your eyes were filling up with syrup, it was silver; all you could see was the moon and hear Jungkook as he spoke in the distance. The creek of the door as it begins to close.

“This is just the beginning sweet lamb, it’s already been done.”

“You didn’t use to be this way, but I didn’t either. What you did to me; it’s not fair.”

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gay-dorito-dust · 10 months

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hii there is a lack of maws clark fics imo so im here asking if you could write something like waking up with him and he tries to cook breakfast but his clumsiness takes over him? anw i love your writing sm,, have a gr8 dayyy

Upon waking up to an empty, semi-cold bed that of which Clark usually occupies, followed by a series of noises coming from the kitchen, you were soon enough lured out of bed and dressed in one of Clark’s shirts and some sweats before trudging down the hallway that felt to have continuously stretched out before you and unto eternity for your poor foggy brain.

That was until you had found yourself stood at the entrance to the kitchen, where you were facing down Clark’s broad back as he threw himself headfirst into partaking in the ever so serious task everyone had to face after waking up; making breakfast. It’s cute watching Clark as he cautiously attempts to crack eggs into a pan without getting any shell remnants in the yolk, you didn’t need to get a look at his face, because you could already envision the furrow in his brows and the look of absolute concentration that would’ve been evident within his beautiful blue eyes; Hell, you wouldn’t be surprised if the tip of his tongue was absentmindedly sticking out from the corner of his mouth!

You’ve told Clark time and time again that he needn’t worry about breakfast and that you’ll make it or get something while you were out, but you happen to find that Clark is a persistent man when it comes to help making life a bit easier for you, even when you didn’t necessarily need him to. You didn’t believe yourself worthy of Clark’s golden heart but yet he was the one who gifted it to you, with nothing but the sweetest smile upon his face, speckled with the crumbs of the sweets he had prior as he asks for your permission in keeping your heart safe; In regards as to where you were now, it was obvious that you responded to his confession in kind.

‘What’s cooking, handsome?’ You said, your voice cutting through the silence.

‘Ah!’ Clark exclaimed, taken aback by your suddenness but as he jolted, the egg in his careful hand was soon crushed into of bits regarding shell, egg and yolk, whereas the handle to the pan he was once holding so steadily was now easily snapped off from the rest of it; leaving the eggs that were already in the pan to cook on the hot stove without a means of getting it off safely. Clark looked like the spitting image of an upset puppy dog upon seeing how quickly his perfect breakfast suddenly become…imperfect. He just wanted to treat you for everything you’ve done for him but with his powers, even the most minuscule task was a difficultly when having to actively make an attempt in not breaking things. However he was still coming to terms with his powers, but slowly but surly he will one day have a firmer understanding over them to the point where breaking appliances and the like will become less commonplace.

‘I am…well…was in the process of making you breakfast until…well…you know.’ Clark sighed, gesturing with an arm to pathetic attempt at breakfast, his head hung low against his chest. You smiled sympathetically. ‘Hey big guy.’ You started as you walked over to him, holding his face up by the cheeks, stroking your thumbs across the skin there reassuringly, ‘no need to go beating yourself up about these things. For all things considered, it smelt so delicious that it had me getting up out of our warm bed. Which is already a feet worth celebrating.’ Clark chuckled as he burrows his face into your hands as his own took to bringing you closer to him.

‘I guess, but still I wanted to do something nice for you.’ He utters and you couldn’t help but huff. ‘You do enough for me already, Clark. We’re a team, let me help you and do my share of the heavy lifting now and then.’ You tell him, pressing a kiss to his nose, ‘but firstly we should probably clean this up.’ You pull away to gesture to the broken pan still on the stove, alongside the countertops that were a mess with empty egg cartons from Clark’s previous attempts at cracking eggs and possible pancake batter.

Clark’s embarrassed chuckle filled your ears as he was coming to terms that maybe being in the kitchen wasn’t his strong suit to begin with. ‘Yeah. I second that idea.’

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The bodyguard Pt7

Elvira Wolff X John Price

Summary: Ulrich arrived to pick up Elvira and Price, Ulrich was happy to know that Elvira was okay. But Price had one last job to do.

[Admin note: Second to last chapter before the finale! So sorry if this chapter is a little short.]

In the morning the sun was shining brightly in the sky. Elvira felt the throbbing pains of her legs. How they ached after last night's activities. Laying down on a big stack of hay wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world as well. Enough to give you backache. However it was enough for laying low for one night. Her eyes fluttered open, groaning lightly in pain. She sat up rubbing her eyes, hearing Price chuckle, she looked over to him. He just finished getting dressed for the morning. Their clothes were finally dried off from the downpour of rain.

“Oh… It always hurts the first time my love, I wouldn't worry so much.” Price's voice was reassuring, he had gotten himself dressed back into his clothes. Leaning down and planting a kiss upon Elvira's head.

“Come now, doll.” He said. “Your godfather will arrive any time soon, I've pinned down our location. They couldn't drive last night because of the weather.

Elvira smiled when he kissed her head, returning the kiss she nodded in agreement.

“I agree.” She spoke softly, slowly getting up and stretching her body. Doing her best to ignore the pain, getting herself dressed back into her clothes. With the help of Price of course, due to her legs being on the wobbly side.

“There.” Price finished helping her get dressed. “When we get back home, you'll rest okay?” He looked at her, Elvira nodded in agreement.

It didn't take long for Ulrich to arrive at the location Price had given him, three sets of vehicles had arrived. Men armed to the teeth, and out came Ulrich in one of the cars. Seeing Elvira he quickly walked towards her, relief had washed over him..

“Elvira…” His voice was soft, his eyes softened. He pulled her into a hug which Elvira gladly returned back. Hugging him ever so tightly.

“I missed you, I missed you so much…” Elvira spoke softly as she hugged her godfather tightly, it had been a tough few weeks for her. Especially after what she had been through.

“And I missed you too…” Ulrich sighed with relief, he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he had lost Elvira too. That man had lost far too much, and Elvira was the only thing that kept him going. “Let's go, once you're back home you'll feel better in no time…”

After the two shared a heartfelt moment, Elvira got guided back to the car and they went home. It was a very long drive, but they got back to the Wolff estate safe and sound. The moment the doors opened, Ivan and Luna rushed out seeing Elvira once again… The dogs whined happily, jumping on her and licking her. So happy to see Elvira again.

Elvira laughed as she stroked her dogs. “Oh my babies, I missed you so much…” She stroked Ivan and Luna as she smiled. “Have you been good?” She spoke to the dogs as they couldn't contain their excitement.

“Graves is still out there.” Ulrich confessed to Price. “I know he is, it's time to put an end to it once and for all. I cannot allow the same thing to happen again, you understand, yes?”

“Of course I do sir. I wouldn't want anything more than to keep your daughter safe, it's my job to do so.” Price replied back. “Better yet, I have my men on stand by, any source of intel or evidence that Graves is back… We'll go in for the kill.” Just as he was about to walk away, Ulrich stopped him once again, his hand on his arm..

“A question.” Ulrich asked. “Do you love my daughter?” He looked at Price with seriousness in his eyes.

Price was stunned by the question, he stayed silent for a moment. But in truth he couldn't hide it any longer. He nodded to his question. “Yes sir.” Price responded. “I love her very much. And I've loved her for a while.”

“I appreciate your honesty.” Ulrich let go of his arm. “I trust you John, more than any other man to be near Elvira... I approve of your relationship.” He said. “I know you'll keep her safe and happy.”

Price smiled at Ulrich. In his gut he felt relief washed over him, he didn't expect him to be okay about it. He knew how some people were protective of their daughters, Ulrich was one of the prime examples; After Dietrich, Ulrich legally adopted Elvira. To give her the life she deserved.

Elvira was back in her room, she had a quick shower. It felt nice to feel hot water washing over her body again, and to take care of herself too. It wasn't long before she was laying down on her bed. It felt good to be back in her room once again. Even though she was away for a couple of weeks, it felt like a lifetime too.

With a knock on the door, Price soon opened it. He smiled seeing her relaxing with the dogs. “Hey… Thought I'd check up on you.” He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him and stepped forward. He stroked Ivan and Luna.

“Hey John… I'm okay, I'm just glad to be back home. I never thought I'd be back here. And I'd be at Ashika Island…” Elvira sighed softly. “If you're wondering, I didn't say anything to Graves. Not in a million years.”

“I know.” Price's voice became soft, he sat down near her on the bed, taking her hand as he held it gently. There was a short moment of silence, before he spoke. “I'm going to get that bastard, I promise you.” He kissed her hand.

“Let me help.” Elvira said, with that Price shook his head. “Please.” She repeated. “I know I said before I can take care of myself, and what happened to me was… Inevitable. But I want to help.”

Price stayed silent for a moment, seeing that look in her eyes. He knew he was being paid to protect her, and he didn't want to fail again. He already did so when she got taken away, even if it wasn't his fault entirely. He still felt some form of blame.

“I will have to speak to Ulrich about it.” It was all Price said. “It's my job to protect you, not throw you in danger. And I… I love you too much.” He confessed. “I don't want to lose you.”

“You won't.” Elvira held his hands. “And I love you too…” She rubbed his hands with her thumb. “Please… I want to get revenge on that bastard.” She said.

“Okay…” Price nodded. “I will let you help us, but never disappear and stay by my side. Okay?” When Elvira nodded, he sighed with content. He wrapped his arms around her, the two shared a hug and he kissed her head.

“All we got to do is play the waiting game now.” Price added.

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ihavemanyhusbands · 9 months

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I'm thinking of so many ideas for Richie rn and I need somewhere to put them lol But first, hi!! I hope you're having a great week! I have you to thank personally for making me love Richie lmao

a major one in my head right now is what he would do if reader had the munchies. I don't know how you feel about weed so feel free to skip this! But the idea of reader being high and needy while BEGGING Richie to get them McDonald's or something has me down badddd lol

(if you don't feel comfortable writing this I definitely have other ideas to send in ♡)

THANK U IM LITERALLY SO FLATTERED <3 🥲😭im literally in the munchies trenches rn so trustttt me I understand this all too well lmaoooo!!

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For the better part of an hour after you and Richie had smoked up in the roof, neither of you spoke, too immersed in the movie you were watching. Your head lay on his lap as he absently played with your hair.

Your stomach rumbled as you watched somebody cooking on screen, but it wasn’t any sort of fancy food that you started craving.

"Oh my god, you know what sounds so good right now..." You said, rolling onto your back to look up at him. “Some cheesy roll ups from Taco Bell.”

You groaned a little as if to emphasize your point, and he chuckled.

“We’ve got the ingredients here, I could make some for you,” he said, lovingly tracing a finger down the side of your face.

“Listen, I love when you cook for me but right now… it just wouldn’t be the same,” you countered with a pout. “Fuuuck, I just thought of some BK chicken fries, too. And some nuggets. AND a vanilla frosty. What if we just had a mukbang?”

“A what?”

“A mukbang. You know, just like… getting a bunch of different things and then just going to town.”

“Oh I don’t know…”

His amused grin broadened as you shifted to press yourself closer to his chest, wrapping an arm around his midsection.

“Come on babe, pleaseeeeeee,” you pleaded, giving him puppy dog eyes. "Do you want me to starve to death? Is that it?"

"No, of course not!" He said, bending down to kiss your forehead. "I would never, ever let such a thing happen. What else do you want me to get you?"

"Actually, I'd love some water. I've got hella cottonmouth right now."

"So do I. I’ve just been too lazy to get up.”

The two of you laughed, and you stretched up to kiss him, affection swelling in your chest. You were truly two peas in one pod.

"Just use my phone and get anything you want," he said, getting up to go to the kitchen. "Oh and get me a chocolate frosty and some fries. Can’t believe you got me into that monstrosity of a mix.”

“How dare you! Fries dipped in ice cream is a true delicacy!” You yelled as you scrolled through doordash on his cellphone. “Carmen’s been putting too many ideas in your head!”

“Yeah maybe you’re right. What does that jagoff know about good food, anyway?”

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ohraicodoll · 11 months

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how’s red doing this lovely evening?

(I'm a mess but here's a little drabble about Red's evening! I got anxiety and have so many messages in my inbox so I ended up ignoring them but I'm trying to drag myself out of this writing rut and write something)

TW: Hurt Animal, Mentions of Violence, Reference to Sex

"What you doin' out here, Starshine?" Joel's rough voice reached her first before she could spot him, stepping from the shadows of the trees around the house. Thick arms crossed in front of his chest, worn gray shirt stretched tight, his curls were still tousled from sweat and his hands running through them. Everything sticking up everywhere. He'd been working construction all day and even after being in the sun and the dirt, he looked breathtaking.

Her throat was tight and she swallowed dryly, tongue sticking to the roof of her mouth. Even after sitting outside for almost an hour and letting the air go from sticky to cool her anxiety was still running through every inch of her. She could see the moment he could read it in her. Joel always could see her so easily, learned to listen to her body and the subtle emotions playing on her face to make up for her lack of words. He saw her.

Joel's eyes scanned her over then he frowned before reaching a hand out to her. Instinctively she crawled to her feet and went over, pulled off the ground like a magnet, and grabbed his hand until she was directly in front of him and his arms were around her. He was warm. Safe.

His hands trailed all over her exposed arms before rubbing up and down her back under her shirt. Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly in return, pressing her face into his chest and breathing in his scent. Musk and sun and earth. Everything was a jumble inside of her. It was all too much and she tried to pull herself together. She wrapped herself in his scent, letting it fill her lungs. The anxiety lulled and she focused on sinking into his warmth.

"Sprocket got put on patrol this morning," she murmured into his shirt, quiet and uncertain, and began to pull the words from inside her. It was still hard to express herself, the impulse to curl into herself like a wounded animal so strong now that she was safe to be vulnerable. "I had told them he was on leave for now while his foot heals and they took him anyway," her grip tightened on him. His fingers combed through her hair and twisted the strands.

"Who was in charge of the shift?" Joel held her, understanding that the energy vibrating from her wasn't just anxiety but rage.

"Roger. I know Jamie told him and he pulled the dog anyways," her teeth ground together. She was breathing him in, trying to quell the rolling tide inside her, "And then one of their horses fucking kicked him. Broke his fucking hip. We don't know if he's going to pull through, there’s not much we can do without the proper equipment. Jamie kicked me out of the kennels because I was too high strung."

She could feel the intake of breath and his chest jerk as the words processed and he gripped her tighter, pressing his face into her hair. The kennel and the dogs were the only thing outside of Joel and Ellie that kept her focused and grounded. He knew how important they were to her, how protective she was of every single one of the dogs and being disregarded only made it all worse. Someone taking something she cared about and breaking it.

"He didn't care. He fucking stood there and acted like it was no big deal. Just said shit happens," she growled, shaking, "I wanted to kill him. I had my knife in my hand and I was going to rip his throat apart right in the middle of the entry point. I wanted to do it slow and messy and make sure no one fucked with me ever again. I wanted them to be terrified of me. But mostly I wanted him to choke on his own fucking blood and die."

Joel didn't say anything, didn't interrupt her. With someone else, they may have been horrified by her admission but they were different. She had killed for far less and they both knew that, but life in Jackson was different. The thing that kept her reigned in was the consequences that would fall on Joel and Ellie. Otherwise she wouldn't be nearly as docile as she was now.

"I've never wanted anything so bad as much as I wanted to jump on him and cut that stupid smirk off his face," her voice shuddered, "And…instead I did nothing. Fucking nothing. I just...walked away."

What should have been something positive, a bright display of how much she'd progressed since those first days entering the commune, was twisted and bitter and covered in tar. Disdain and shame coated the words. It wasn’t in her to walk away. To let someone go unpunished. While others wanted her tame, he knew it almost physically hurt her to do so.

"My whole body is screaming at me to go finish him. To make him pay for the pain he caused. It's like I'm fighting against every atom of myself," the words were quiet but sharp with rage.

"I know, darlin'," he murmured back soothingly, never loosening the grip on her.

There would be no comments letting her know she was doing so good at not giving in to that feeling. Because while Jackson wanted her to be tamed, helpful but undisruptive, Joel hated her being forced to hold herself back. If he had it his way, he would be right beside her ripping Roger apart. So all he could do was hold her, whisper to her that he understood.

She was feeling shame at being leashed and Joel wanted nothing more than to take off the harness and let her wreak whatever havoc she wanted. His lips kissed the crown of her head and he let her dig her nails into his back until they loosened.Her anger was bright and smoldering so he let her take her rage out in a different way, using him. Joel kissed her slowly, softly, a drag of his lips against her own until she reared forward and clung to him. That heat swelled and drove her to press herself against him until they were fumbling into the house and to their room. Nails dug into his skin, teeth pierced his lip and left bruising marks on his neck, her movements as she tore his clothes off jerky and rushed. She needed a release and he gave it to her, letting her ride him and use him in whatever way she wanted but knowing when to fight back. Both were warring over who was on top, his touches just as rough and forceful. She lived for the fight and he wasn’t one to disappoint. Because in those moments he could see the girl he had first met, all teeth and anger and sharp edges.

Jackson wanted a different version of her but he wanted her feral and covered in blood and untethered. It didn't scare him, had never scared him. He craved it.

His own monster was easier to hide but he wouldn't deny that later on when he shoved Roger into the far corner of the stables where no one could see, when he could see the fear in his eyes as she came around the corner, he enjoyed it. Each punch from her fists he was drawn to her and stirred something inside him.

Compromise. Just because they couldn't kill him didn't mean they couldn't still deliver their own form of punishment.

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catastrophe-cole · 2 years

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Crime Redeemed

Word count: 998 words

Summary: The King, RenDog, had broken the most sacred promise of all that he had made with you. He work overtime during weekend and skipping his weekly quality time with you. You know how he should pay for his crime.

Genre: Fluff // Slightly suggestive ending ‼️

Author's note: So I was writing a request but then this just pops in my head and I can't get it out so I wrote this and yep.

Currently, you're having a great dilemma.

Ren had been gone for two days working on his royal duty as a King. He had messaged you, and informed you with the utmost feeling of guilt, that he'll be spending the night at the quest tower to restock all the shards and the rewards.

You don't mind, of course. He's a King and this has happened a few times before, fortunately, not as frequent to the point that you're deprived of his attention.

So what makes this time any different?

Well to put it simply, this time, he stayed away from home during the entire weekend.

That's right, the entire weekend.

There have been an agreement between the two of you which acknowledged how busy you two can be, so you've made an agreement that for the last two days of the week, the two of you, no exception allowed, will have to take the days off and spend it with each other.

And he has broken that agreement.

You're upset at the dog hybrid of a husband (not too much, you couldn't bring yourself to be upset at him for long), as you're left alone deprived of his attention at home.

What makes it worse is that you don't have any work scheduled to do that day that can help you distract yourself. Days planned to spend it with your loved ones from the rise of sun to the rise of moon, spent alone eating and baking pies.

You need a way to cope.

So you do what Ren used to do when he misses you; steal a piece of his clothing and just absolutely hoard it until he came home.

Making a beeline for the closet, you open the drawer to pull out some of his shirt and jacket that he has kept as well as one of his spare capes. Honestly, anything will do.

With your newly found treasure, you make your way back to the bedroom, and throw the pile of clothing right towards the bed as it covers almost the entirety of it. Picking the cape, you let it drape around your shoulder before you let yourself dive into the pile of your lover's clothing.

During the minutes spent laying on his clothing, you began to slowly understand why Ren found this act therapeutic. The faint smell of wood and his smoky-ish cologne are somewhat covered by the smell of the detergent, but not all, giving it a scent that only your lover could ever possess.

You didn't even notice that you had fallen asleep clinging onto his coat, faintly and peacefully enjoying the substitute of your lover's warm embrace.

Ren had managed to come home early. Well, early is quite a stretch. What he thought to be work worth two days only consumed an entire day and a half, making him finish early, but not early enough to spare him the day he's supposed to spend with you.

He had called you through the communicator a few times now, unfortunately, with no reply. He had assumed the worst that you're upset at him, and had prepared for that scenario by carrying a basket of Scar's finest cookie that you seem to specifically enjoy on a lovely day.

Stepping into your shared home, Ren low-key tiptoed himself into the house. He may be home earlier than planned, but it's still midnight and he assumed you had fallen asleep first before he did. Hell maybe you'd make him sleep on the couch somehow because of him breaking the weekend agreement.

And he was right, you are asleep, just in a condition that he didn't quite expect.

The piles of clothes surrounding you are most familiar to him, as the compiled pieces of clothing radiate a strong sense of his scent that he's familiar with.

It took him quite some time to finally register and actually respond to your actions. He's flustered!

With the room now basically covered with his scent, you too, have been engulfed by that one smell of him. To normal humans such as you and many others it may seem like it's a normal matter, hell no one perhaps ever realizes such a change of smell on someone, but for him, this feels quite overwhelming.

So he did what he felt right, and just dipped onto the bed and slid himself into your arms, slightly stirring you awake from your warm sleep.

"Mh..? Ren, love?"

"I'm here baby," he breathes in, face buried in your stomach as your hand finds itself on his head by a lazy and sleepy reaction. "I'm here, I'm here."

"Sorry for the mess.." you lightly yawned, patting his head before he pulled himself up, reaching forward to plant a long, firm kiss to your forehead.

"Don't be sorry baby, please," he moves down, planting another kiss to your cheek, "My beautiful, cute, perfect love."

You giggled, your hand lazily finding his jaw before gently bringing his lips to yours. You can feel him breathing you in more, kissing you softly but with a certain confidence and yearn, before pulling away to plant a kiss on your jawline.

"You smell absolutely perfect, love." His compliment continued, a trace of kisses left all over your neck followed by a series of giggles and sighs, "Dear Void, I love you so much."

"Hey," you softly called out to him, pulling his face away from your neck as you look back to him with a smile and a hand that is slowly tracing his jawline. He smiled, slightly crooked and full of love that showed a peek of his sharp, pair of canine teeths. "Hello, beautiful," he breathed out.

Taking your hand and kissing your inner wrist while grazing his teeth softly on your pulse, his voice changed, "Will you please let me make up for the time I left you, angel?"

Well you suppose this will be more than enough to make up for the lonely cuddling session you had today.

#hermitcraft x reader #mcyt x reader #rendog x reader #x reader #reader insert #colewrites #colenasty #ren x reader

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yourbelgianthings · 7 months

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aftershocks

a post story and song fic set at dinner with the ipre crew, but it mostly focuses on lup, taako, lucretia, and magnus, 1.9k words, kind of angsty but ends up happy

As the days stretched out further away from the final battle against the Hunger, everyone started to settle more comfortably into their new routines. Magnus training dogs at the Hammer and Tails, Merle taking the next generation out on Extreme Teen Adventures, Taako running his media empire and Amazing School of Magic, Lucretia and Davenport at the newly renamed Bureau of Benevolence slowly helping to rebuild the world, and Barry and Lup helping Kravitz corral souls in the Astral Plane. Of course, they were all very busy and on different schedules, but everyone made time how they could to keep up the relationships that were so dear to them. Carey and Killian loved to go visit Magnus and play with the dogs, and they invited him over for dinner every chance they got. Whenever Barry, Lup, and Kravitz could get some free time to cross back over from the astral plane, they got Taako and went on double dates together. Magnus, Merle, and Taako all took turns visiting Angus regularly at school, and all the other kids were jealous that he had the coolest uncles in town. Although it was difficult to get seven people free at the same time, the former Starblaster crew tried to have dinner together at least once a month.

On one such night, everyone had just arrived at the Bureau (or headed to the dining room from their other tasks), and were settling in to enjoy another fabulous feast cooked by none other than their very own Taako. He brought out dish after dish, far more food than the seven of them could finish, but he had less time to cook these days, and getting to feed everyone still brought him joy.

“Well, what are you all waiting for?” asked Taako jokingly as he hung up his Kiss the Cook apron (a present from Kravitz). “My famous 40 garlic clove chicken isn’t going to eat itself!”

Conversation at these dinners would be impossible to follow if you weren’t one of the seven regular guests. It always seemed like there were at least 20 different ones happening at once, and between mouthfuls of food at that. However, when you live with people for an entire century, you come to understand them individually and overall at such a level that a chaotic dinner among yourselves, after everything you’ve been through, is the easiest thing to understand in the world. Lucretia was saying to Merle,

“I always look forward to these evenings together, just one of them has made up for every late night I spent alone in my office,” and he nodded happily and was about to reply when they were interrupted by a fork clattering to the table as Taako whipped around from facing Barry and glared daggers at Lucretia.

“Having to eat alone in your office? I feel so damn bad for you,” he said in a voice dripping with contempt. “Imagine living what you thought was your whole life feeling an emptiness and a disconnect you could never fill because it was the other half of your heart that had been stolen from you. Sound familiar? Oh wait, that’s what you did to me, and Lup ended up stuck in an umbrella. But no, go on, Madame Director.”

Magnus immediately stood up and slammed his hands on the table.

“What the fuck, Taako?” he exclaimed. “Knock it off now!”

But Taako had already turned and gone back to the kitchen without another word, slamming the door behind him. Lucretia’s eyes welled with tears, and she fidgeted with her napkin.

“I’m so sorry, everyone. Please excuse me.” She left through another door in the opposite direction.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into him,” Magnus sighed, but before he could continue, Lup spoke up: “I do. Let me handle this one, Mags, you can go check on Lucretia, okay?” They briefly hugged and split up to go do damage control.

Merle could tell that Barry wanted to follow Lup before he even said so, so he turned to him and advised, “Better to stay here until they figure out what’s going on, and Lup will get you if she needs you. Feelings are running high right now, but nobody is in any danger. It’ll be okay.” Barry nodded silently, and Davenport pulled out a deck of cards.

“Just like old times, Merle. Man, we used to play for hours when we got the chance. Barry, you got winner?” He shuffled and began to deal across to Merle, and Barry relaxed now that there was a distraction. The three of them settled in for what was likely to be many rounds of cards as they waited for the rest of their friends to get back.

Lup swung open the door of the kitchen to see Taako aggressively washing dishes. She grabbed a towel, stepped beside him, and said casually, “I’ll dry.” He paused, but only for a second, and handed her a plate.

“How do you stay so calm, Lup? We’re hearing her say the same things and what happened was to both of us.” Taako set down the pot and washcloth and hopped up onto the counter to face his twin sister. The dishes could wait, he had really only been trying (and failing) to get his anger out, and nobody calmed him down better than Lup.

She replied, “Nobody needs to suffer anymore, Taako. That’s what we died so many times for, that’s what everyone here helped us fight for. I know you don’t think so, but Lucretia really was alone for a while, with the secret of what she did, and that’s some heavy stuff.”

“Lup, darling, I’m sorry, but I don’t give a shit. I’ve never been very trusting of a lot of people and this has just proved me right. Yes, we won, and it’s great running Taako’s Amazing School of Magic rather than hopping from planet to planet and dying a bunch. But I didn’t hurt Lucretia, in fact, the case is quite the opposite. I’m just,” and here his bravado lapsed as his voice lowered, “I’m just not able to forgive her yet.”

Lup came to sit next to her brother and hold his hand.

“I’m proud of you, Taako. You know, since not lying is usually hard for you.” This comment earned her an elbow to the side, and she giggled. “Seriously though, it’s okay that you aren’t ready. But please, at least stop trying to punish her more than she already has herself. Do it for me, if that helps. I don’t want to see my brother and my good friend like this anymore.”

Taako bit his lip, and then slowly agreed, “Okay, for you, Lulu.”

“Taako! I told you to never call me that again!” She reached over to swat him with her towel, but he jumped off the counter and ran across the kitchen laughing. That was her twin brother, alright, and she knew he was going to be okay as she chased him, grinning from ear to ear.

Down the other hallway, Magnus approached Lucretia’s office. It still felt a little strange to be able to freely enter it as a friend, and not to only be invited in for mission briefings as a subordinate, but he had adjusted quickly. The two of them had shared a special bond during their time on the Starblaster, having been the same age and therefore both the youngest of the crew. He easily swung open the heavy wooden door, and saw Lucretia sitting at her desk with the chair turned to face the window, staring out at the stars.

“Lucretia? It’s Magnus,” he said quietly as he entered, so as not to startle her, but she jumped slightly anyway. She turned to greet him with a sad smile.

“Yes, hello. I know what you’re probably thinking, but I’ll be fine and I don’t want you to miss out on the rest of dinner.”

“Well, no worries there, I don’t think there is a ‘rest of dinner’ right now. Lup and Taako are in the kitchen and I bet the rest of the guys are playing cards or something waiting for us all to come back.”

Lucretia sighed and sat down on the dark blue couch against the wall, motioning for Magnus to join her. “You know, Magnus, I’ve been so much happier these days,” she mused. “Now, we get to help people rebuild. Everyone at the Bureau of Benevolence is truly working together, and I feel like rather than just working to undo the damage we did and reset to zero, we’re actually making things better. But maybe that’s not true…maybe I’ll always just be playing catchup for what I took from the people I love the most.” She looked down at her hands, and realized she was squeezing them in fists so hard there were fingernail marks left on her palms. Magnus gently uncurled each of her fingers and took her slender hands in his large, callused ones.

“Come on now, Luci,” he reassured her with the nickname that started between them at some point during the IPRE mission and he had promptly brought back once he was able to remember it. “You’re way too hard on yourself. What you did with Fisher and Junior hurt you too, just in a different way than the rest of us. I won’t make excuses for Taako, but you know how cold and distant he can get. He’s gonna take a little longer to come around and that’s not on you.”

Lucretia looked into Magnus’s warm and caring eyes. “Is it wrong for me to feel happiness, Magnus?”

“You don’t need to ask me that, and I know you know you don’t need to. Grief and guilt may obscure the answer some days, but it’s always the same. Actually, follow me.”

He stood up and strode out the door, down the hall towards the courtyard, where a tall gray dog with a shaggy coat had been asleep on the grass. When Lucretia saw it, she just laughed.

“New era, new rules, huh? I don’t think that one even got approved by me,” she joked. Magnus led her over to the dog, which he woke up and gave a treat.

“I believe introductions are in order,” he said in an overly formal tone with a big smile. “Lucretia, this is Johann, Johann, this is Lucretia. Can you shake?” Since Magnus was of course excellent at his job training dogs, Johann sat up and put his paw in Lucretia’s hand.

“It’s good to see you again, Johann,” whispered Lucretia with tears in her eyes. She knelt down to pet the happy dog and Magnus put an arm around her shoulders. When Lucretia had had her fill of time with the dog (and also sharing some of her favorite memories about Johann the human), she and Magnus walked back to her office to see a note on the door. It read:

“Enclosed in the box below is one dozen elderflower macarons, if I recall, you quite enjoyed them on Candlenights. I would say something about thinking of our friendship when you eat them, but that’s bullshit, so I won’t. Anyway, I would hate for your dinner to get cold, and it seems like Barry is looking for seconds…xoxo Taako”

“Leave it to Taako to be a total drama queen even when he’s trying to apologize,” laughed Magnus. Lucretia just smiled and picked up the box of cookies to put on her desk for later.

“Let’s go back to the dining room now, Magnus. If Taako isn’t just pulling my leg, we don’t have much time before my dinner gets handed over to Barry!”

#message from mirph #mirph's manuscripts #the adventure zone #taz balance #taz fanfic #fanfic #magnus burnsides #taako taaco #taako #lup taaco #taz lucretia

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months

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oh come on...

Media Some Dogs Bite

Character Casey

Couple Casey X Reader

Rating Sweet AF

I sat on the sofa my head on the pillow, blanket over me, watching TV, I had a little nap but I was still beyond exhausted,

I perked up as I heard Edgar crying from the nursery, I rolled my eyes and sat up stretching and yawning,

"You going?" Casey sat up from his chair where he too had fallen asleep but Edgar's cries jolted him back to the world of the living,

"I'll go," I sighed,

"I'll go if you want?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, no, you stay I'll settle him." He said as he got up and headed across the apartment, he gave my head a kiss as he went,

So I smiled and laid back on the sofa tucking the covers around me tightly, and soon enough he returned bouncing Edgar on his hip,

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"The cupboard is empty,"

"Ohh yeah sorry, he was asleep when I got back from shopping so I left them there on the table,"

"No problem, come on then little man,"

"He need one then?"

"he does, he's a stanky little man." he said as he brought Edgar over, Casey sat on the floor setting Edgar on his little play mat and grabbed the changing bag, and brought it over,

"You gonna be okay?"

"Y/n. He's my lil baby man I can do it," He smiled taking Edgar's little feet in his hands and playing with them,

"Alright," I laughed,

He smiled and worked on removing Edgar's little onsie "How many buttons do you need? Hey little man? your mummy put you in this, didn't she? Yeah, 'cause there are six million buttons."

"six million buttons?"

"too many buttons,"

"If I put him in the ones with snaps he breaks out and takes his pants off." I laughed, "Little man's just like his daddy constantly wants to take his damn pants off."

"Little man already understands the frustrations of pants," Casey laughed giving Edgar some kisses as he got his onesie off, "Now how does ... Ahh ohh dear,"

"Umm?"

"The sticky bit didn't unstick."

"Just rip it, Casey,"

"But if I rip it I can't fold it up to throw it away?"

"wrap it in tissue then,"

"Ohh yeah," he nodded, "Ahhh! Christ little man you are toxic." He complained trying to work as quickly as he could getting it off and wrapping it up to throw it away, "Ughh got damn it. that smell is in my brain."

"Yeah, well I mean all he consumes right now is milk, and those little banana and honey squeeze packets,"

"How do you make milk, honey and banana smell so terrible?"

"He's skilled,"

"Very skilled. ughh god- Ohhh my god..." He complained as he cleaned him up trying not to gag, "Ughh it touched my hand! ughhh - how do you do this without vomiting?"

"Because you get used to it Casey, you don't often do it your not used to it,"

"I guess, You know the day I look forward to the most?"

"What?"

"When you can wipe your own ass little man. I will rejoice that day," he said throwing the baby wipes away,

"Hurry up don't let him get cold," I giggled,

"Why what happens if he gets-" Before he even finished the sentence it began, "AHHHH AHHHHH OH MY GOD! STOP! Stop stop stop Edgar, stop." He whined quickly wrapping him up so Edgar would stop projectile peeing on him, "uhhh... it's on my hands, it's in my hair I feel it, ughh I'm pretty sure some touched my face,"

"You want help?"

"No. I can do it," he said, "Baby powder, just cover him just as much as possible, and then we get the new one and we... how does... now that's backwards, no... wait I flipped it both ways how am I still wrong? this is insane. and there is so much pressure in case he gets cold and starts to pee again, uhhh Y/n?"

"Yes, Casey?"

"Help."

I laughed and moved down to sit with them taking the nappy and wrapping little Edgar up in his new clean nappy and his little onesie "There we are, happy little Edgar,"

"Awww, see. That's why you're my baby mama." He smiled kissing my cheek, "I love ya,"

"I love you too," I smiled, before I returned to the sofa getting cozy again,

"you a happy little man now? a happy clean little man." He smiled picked Edgar up and cuddled him, but the moment he picked him up Edgar made the familiar giggle and rooted away, "Oh come on..."

I couldn't stop laughing grabbing another nappy from the bag and handing it to him,

"The quicker you get potty trained the better little man,"

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster #thomas brodie sangster smut #tbs #casey #somedogsbite

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frogwithhatto · 7 months

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Vessels and their Pokémon

Pairings: poly!Vessels

TW: none?

Notes: I’m sorry but I had to combine my hyperfixations I don’t know if there’s an overlap between Pokémon and Sleep Token Fans but even if you aren’t a fan maybe it’ll be fun to read :)

II: Water and Bug

- His first Pokémon was a scatterbug he befriended that lived in the garden of his childhood home (it has now evolved into a Spewpa and is very loyal to him)

- He has a joltik that he caught when he checked why their electricity kept flicking on and off. It had infested their house searching for a source of power and it definitely tried to fight him at first. Now III‘s electro Pokémon help nurturing it.

- Adopted a snom at some point and definitely keeps a tree like structure in his room so it can sleep there (they wrap up like an icicle when they do)

- Recently caught a Mudkip on a little trip they made to a swamp and instantly fell in love with it. The others definitely think it looks like him. He also used it as an excuse to finally add a little pond to their garden.

- I also feel like he has a seviper?? Also not that fitting with his main types but the vibes! (Bare with me for a second here) Sevipers often wrap around their prey and are also known to be very observant and clever so what if it helps II when he gets overwhelmed? Like a snake-shaped weighted blanket, it’ll pick up on his usual cues and interfere in time before it gets worse! (Vessel definitely had a little heart attack the first time he walked in on that)

- Skiddo! Come on doesn’t it look like the cutest little guy? Just imagine them cuddling together in the sun or how it helps with moving II‘s drumkit around. I also feel like it’s like a therapy dog for all of the vessels because it (supposedly) can read human feelings with its horns.

III: fairy and electric

- He definitely has an Azurill (it was his first Pokémon and he carries it around on his shoulder). The both of them can often be seen bouncing their energy off together, especially since he taught it skipping.

- Dedenne, I truly believe that it came to be his just like Joltik did for II, their house must have especially yummy electricity with Pokémon not once but twice intruding to feed off of it. III definitely carries it around in one of those cat hoodies, you know the ones that have a pouch at the front?

- Also has a cutiefly, it used to live close to their home. One evening III was out by himself, basking in the last rays of the sun. He had been lazily stretched out in the grass watching the sky as it turned from light blue to purple as he noticed it flying around his head. It wouldn’t leave him alone even when he went inside so he decided to ask Vessel for help. He couldn’t stop grinning as he spoke. „My Love, Cutiefly flutter above the heads of people who’s auras resemble those of flowers.“

- Also befriended a Shinx that kept following him around on his walks because it got isolated from its pack, by now it has evolved into a Luxio. With its tail it can generate electricity which it will gladly do to help out Dedenne and II‘s Joltik.

- He has a dreepy, which is a dragon/ghost type so no one understands how it came to fit into his team but it happened. (The other Vessel’s refer to him as the „Disney princess of Pokémon’s“ the little creatures just love him). It loves playing with Azurill and the water Pokémon of the others.

- He has a Sylveon which he can be seen walking around with when he’s in public. It uses it feelers to hold hands with its trainers which gives them the ability to sense their feelings, the vessels definitely use this to tell if any of them are uncomfortable or anxious in a public setting. Just imagine III walking next to it holding its feeler/ribbons?? that’s so cute. They can also emit peaceful auras which have definitely resolved some arguments and/or avoided some panic attacks before.

IV: fire and steel

- His first Pokémon was a Growlithe he caught it with the help of his dad when they were on a hike (now evolved to an Arcanine and they’re inseparable it will sleep on his floor or sometimes even try to fit into his bed with him)

- Shortly after he got his first Pokémon he rescued a Cyndaquil someone abandoned in the middle of the woods, gaining its trust wasn’t an easy task especially because they tend to be easily frightened but by now it trusts him. Its very cheerful and playful with the other Pokémon and can often be found curled up on IV‘s lap.

- He had an Aron which by now has evolved into a Lairon. They are normally highly aggressive but as long as IV manages its diet well (iron and spring water) it’s rather peaceful and gets along with the others Pokémon. Sometimes it lets the smaller Pokèmon ride on its back.

- Has a corviknight and it’s best friend is Vessel’s Noibat. They are known to be incredibly smart and strong and it’ll often help II with transporting gardening supplies or helps out with groceries. Due to its size IV could easily ride on it (they are used for transportation) but so far he has always chickened out.

- Excadrill do I need to say more?? I don’t think so! It’s very him coded and also helps II with his garden!

- Houndour!! They are very affectionate Pokémon and it definitely sees the Vessels as it’s pack, which means it gets very protective of them and is incredibly loyal to all of them. IV and the others often take it on long walks in the woods and you can’t tell me that IV and III don’t play fight with it all the time.

- Most of his Pokémon are too large to fit into his room together so during warm summer nights he’ll sleep under the stars with all of them curled around him. (Or during winter they’ll cuddle up on the floor in the living room)

Vessel: flying and ghost

- First Pokémon was a misdreavus he met on one of his nightly walks through the forest. By now it has evolved into a Mismagius and they can often be found wandering around in the middle of the night together.

- He has a Froslass, none of the others truly understand how exactly that happened, given that those are usually not the biggest fans of humans and are known to freeze them. It tried luring Vessel into a trap as they do with handsome men (I didn’t make this up I swear it’s true!) but quickly got way too fond of him and now it’s very protective of him. III definitely uses this as the argument to prove that Vessel is in fact handsome, whenever he feels insecure.

- Mantyke, that’s it you know what’s up. (He met it during one of his early morning swims which then lasted until early afternoon. The other Vessels were already looking for him and found him and Mantyke playing in the water together, since then they've been inseperable)

- Has a noibat he absolutely adores and picks the freshest fruit for (they’re picky eaters) and he borrows II‘s ear defenders whenever he’s around it for longer times because the echolocation they use can be harmful.

- Mimikyu what can I say? It hides its true form beneath a mask and tries to represent something that others will love and want to be friends with… it just works a bit too well with Vessel doesn’t it? (He’s very fond of it and I guarantee you that he treats it with extra care) It will often sit next to him when he’s playing piano and nod along.

That's it!! Thank you for reading :) picture and lore info credit go to: https://pokemon.fandom.com/wiki/Pok%C3%A9mon_Wiki

#frog headcanons #sleep token iii #sleep token ii #vessel sleep token #sleep token band #sleep token headcanons #sleep token iv #sleep token #pokémon

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autumnsup · 8 months

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Arthurian Musings

(in honor of Velvet Goldmine's 25th anniversary)

Image sources (mostly screenshots taken from the film I believe): fanpop.com; artscenesa.com; screenmusings.org; fanpop.com.

The first few times I watched Velvet Goldmine, I was probably most drawn to Curt as a character, and through him and his mangled perspective, Brian and Mandy. Arthur was just a footnote, a sweet little fanboy cherry on top (or bottom, as the case seems to have been 😉).

But with repeated viewings, and as my understanding of fandom and identity has expanded, I've come to realize that of all the characters, Arthur is probably closest to my soul's reflection. He's a stand-in for the viewer, perhaps, but he's also a love letter to anyone who's ever found themselves forced into hiding from their family of origin and seeking out validation through art and his peers. That he got to meet at least one of the artists he'd adored from afar feels so fulfilling to me, after seeing the rejection he'd gone through at home.

I love watching how his appearance changes from past to present throughout the film, from the colorful stylistic mishmash of his young and out self to the spare muted palette of Arthur Stuart, journalist. As a younger person, I found his open-mouthed stares, stretched-out grins, and crumpled face in tears a bit cringe, but now I just see it as part of who he is, earnest and breathless and hopelessly in love with his idol.

He might be more jaded as an adult, more buffeted about by the winds of personal and social change, but his dogged persistence in finding out the truth of what happened is a driving force of the plot, and without his perspective and memories to guide us, we wouldn't have the same film.

"Give him a mask, and he'll tell you the truth," the saying goes. Most of the characters show this to varying degrees, but none so relatably as Arthur, in my opinion. Our masks can help us carry out the work we need to do in exposing the truth, and Arthur used it to his advantage. I like to imagine that he's able to put the mask aside eventually, once the day's work is done. Perhaps with a cold drink and a certain someone at his side. 🥰

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#25yearsofvelvetgoldmine #fan thoughts #on fave characters #strange people are chosen #velvet goldmine #pour one out for Arthur Stuart

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shinranweek · 1 year

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Prompt: “I wish I could tell you that I love you.”

Rating: Gen

Word count: 752

Link: AO3

De lover oss gull og grønne skoger.

“They promised us green and golden forests.”

She sees him again but not at the reading, as not all of them come; there are kids that are too sick, too proud or too out of everything. The head nurse calls his name in surprise and when she turns, he’s already at the door.

I thought you weren’t coming to the reading, Conan-kun, the head nurse says.

The boy looks at neither of them but out of the window. I heard a scops-owl, he says.

They are left alone. The activity room is quiet now; under the summer sun the trees outside stretch their branches, the leaves yawn under breeze. She asks him if he’d like to have a book. He accepts it, turns it in his hands. She doesn’t hear the owl, but her classmates scuffling down the corridor, the therapy dog whimpering as someone hugs it and says goodbye.

They’re for children, he says.

She agrees. They are.

He frowns down at the pages. The kelp forests in Australia; the feathered dinosaur bones. Cosmic explosions that happen far, far away and long, long ago, they are already prolonged funerals when they’re known. The turning world.

You didn’t come to the reading.

The boy shrugs. It’s for children, too.

She looks at him and says nothing. He can’t be older than nine years old. In his striped hospital gown he looks small; his hair sticks out to every direction and she craves to bring a comb down the overgrown bangs, the untamed cowlick. His face is open without glasses.

I understand concepts impossible for eight-year-olds, he says abruptly before she raises her hand, the gaze on her as fixed as a harrier, she thinks. Or shark. Yet they think I’m impersonating my older brother because he died.

She blinks. Your brother?

The silence she swallows swells in her throat. The boy’s gaze shifts. A few blinks, he seems startled, taken back, even apologetically. That’s what they told me. I just thought I should be honest with you.

She tries to smile.

Here is it again, the boy says.

A glimpse flickers up, then the tiniest frown slides off his face as he looks away, out the window again. Beyond the aluminum frames the woods slope up to a sky she could not see.

The owl?

Japanese scops-owl.

I didn’t hear it. What does it sound like?

Like an untuned honk of a car, he says. This time she smiles, though he doesn’t. Exasperated, he grabs her wrists and yanks her toward the window; she leans to his pull. It’s true. Just listen!

She shut sher eyes and listens. She hears wind, faraway traffic and two squabbling bulbuls. Her classmates are gone; she has told them to leave her behind. The boy lets go of her. It stops, he says.

I have a friend who can hoot to owls, she finds herself saying. Behind her eyelids she pictures a yard she has never visited, a boy she should’ve never seen. He was in America before kindergarten. They have backyard owls.

She hears two hoots, low and lament, hollow as an ancient tree. Her heart pounds when she opens her eyes and sees the boy bringing his palms closed around his mouth. In summer sun pours between trees his eyes are cerulean, as the evening sky that would dome them hours later.

It’s easy, he grins.

It surely is, she thinks, but not everything else.

I’m sorry, all of a sudden he chuckles and shakes his head, brows unfurling on his young face. I’m being rude again. I didn’t catch your name.

Ran, she says.

Ran, he repeats. He stares at her, thoughtful, lips slightly apart. The tip of his tongue touches the roof of his mouth as he reportions the name in his mind. Ran.

Yes, she confirms quietly. She searches his face and hopes to see a sign but there’s nothing; his face falls blank. Ask a question, she thinks. Ask anything. Ask my family name, where I live, where I go to school. He must’ve seen the logo of Teitan on her uniform but he makes no deduction. He asks nothing.

I have to go, instead he says. Slowly, he tucks the book under his arm and climbs up from the bench. Ran watches as he leaves, does not say goodbye, does not ask if she’ll come see him again. At last she bends and cries into her palms. Then, she hears the owl.

#submission #ShinRanWeek2023 #Day 5 #Prompt: I wish I could tell you that I love you #author: FeatherDragon #Conan has amnesia

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