#skull is trying to show her he's friendly

[llamagoddessofficial]

What would happen if MC was a sea diver? Maybe she was exploring a ship reck and the siren boys bumped into them? How would they react?

Sans: He's much more calm, when she's a diver. There's something about her already being in his territory... rather than meeting her on land and wanting to drag her into the water, he meets her in the water, and needs to not give her any reasons to stop coming to the water. No need to be scary. Just take it slow.

They had a very tender moment at their first meeting. After first sighting one another, they spent a long few minutes just watching each other. In the same way that you wouldn't expect to see an actual orca while scuba diving in relatively shallow water, Mc wasn't expecting to see an orca siren. There was also an undeniable magic to the moment, staying still as possible and holding eye contact with a highly intelligent creature from an entirely different world to your own. When he did draw in, it was slow, mutual studying - she looked at every line and scar, he pretended to care about her equipment so she wouldn't be weirded out by him constantly staring deeply into her pretty eyes. The only physical contact they shared was a single brush of her hand against his (the only part of her not covered by wetsuit) before he left, cautious not to overstay his welcome and intimidate her.

He follows her around but rarely initiates contact. He enjoys 'playing'; showing her interesting things, retrieving lost items, introducing her to new and exciting wildlife and dive spots. He's going to get her to trust him. He just has to be patient.

Red: Y'know those videos of sharks coming right up to a diver for scritches? That's him. Unlike Sans' cautious and slow approach, Red was very Red, and upon spotting her just bulldozed right over to her. She tried to be a responsible diver and not interact at all with wildlife, staying on the seafloor and slowly backing away from him, but Red wasn't gonna let that happen - and what's she going to do, swim away? Cute. She can't outswim him. On their first meeting he squeezed any part of her he could reach before she could pull out of range again (arms, legs, hips,) tapped on her scuba mask, blew bubbles at her, and bit a chunk out of one of her dive buddy's flippers as a warning. He's brazenly flirting.

He 'behaves' when she gives him attention. At first she was genuinely intimidated, but now she treats him like an overenthusiastic large dog. Funnily enough he does genuinely like scritches, especially on the parts of him he can't easily get to, like on his tail and behind his main fin.

He and Sans usually manage to alternate what days they show up to see her, but when they do see each other they frequently get into scraps. Especially if one of them thinks the other is too close. Sans doesn't like Red's forwardness with her, and Red doesn't like a crazed lonely orca being anywhere near his fragile human, but both are unwilling to kill and reveal their bloodthirsty natures. They force themselves to get along... especially when sight of the two giants fighting immediately makes her evacuate the water.

Skull: He was probably living in a wreck she dove in. It's nice and dark, but spacious, and full of interesting trinkets he can collect. On their first encounter, Skull spent most of his time silently stalking Mc in the dark water. She didn't notice him until the very last second; you can imagine the shock and terror at shining a light into a shadowy corner and illuminating a massive grinning face.

She doesn't entirely know what he would've done to her, in the confinement of that wreck, if she hadn't shone the light into his face and startled him long enough to get the fuck out of there. But from that point on, no matter where she dives, if neither Red nor Sans show up Skull will always be there. He makes his aquarium counterpart proud by stealing her things. She doesn't understand why - he gives the items back eventually, so does he even really want them? Is he a kleptomaniac? Is this just a way to get her attention? Who knows. At least he doesn't eat her. He absolutely could; despite regularly diving in groups, nobody ever sees him coming until her kit is already missing.

#llamagines #siren sanses #skull is trying to show her he's friendly #she cant run away again if he's got her clearly-valuable flashy thing #then when she comes to get it he gives it back :) #forced to interact with him #over time she'll learn that he's safe and also an excellent partner

[stargazedwinchester]

And You Are? | Dean

Summary: You enjoy a night at the bar with your friend, who is certain someone’s trying to flirt with you.

Based on this request here! Thank you! :)

Y/F/N: Your friends name

Y/D/N: Your dogs name

Word count: 1,161

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It's not unusual for you to go out with your friends once in a while. The occasion this time is because you've holed yourself up in your house for 'far too long' according to Y/F/N, who has basically forced you out of the house for some fresh air.

Leading up to the bar, you could tell it was a dingy, cheap place just from how rowdy the men are, and the sound of glasses smashing and people cheering. What's up with that?

"You wanna sit at the bar?" Your friend says, scanning the whole place for somewhere to sit. "If it's best, yeah, it's quite full," You say. The place was packed full of sweaty boisterous bodies, you make your way over to the bar, finding a single stool to sit on. Your friend stood next to you. The both of you ordered your drinks and eventually someone moved, so your friend sat opposite you.

"Hey," She says, nodding at something behind you. "There's a guy, 6 o'clock, has really keen eyes," She says, and you turn around, scanning the room for said 'guy'. "Honestly, I wouldn't even know who you're talking about. There's that many people in here it's almost impossible. Plus, Y/F/N, I am blind." You chuckle, and she facepalms. She reaches down and pets Y/D/N. "Sorry, Y/N. I forget." A smile creeps on your face as you take another drink.

"No, but seriously, this guy is checking you out. If you don't want him, I'll have him." She laughs, showing him a quick smile before taking a sip. You take one last search around, feeling the contact like there are eyes burning right through the back of your skull. "Oh my God, he's coming over." She panics, darting her eyes from you to the handsome 6 foot something guy making his way over. She picks up her drink and downs the rest of it, waving for another round to be sent over.

"Hey, ladies, can I buy either of you a drink?" A deep voice appears from the heavy sounds of the bar. He looks down at you, showing you a warm, friendly smile. His hair short and dark, wearing a dark green unbuttoned over-shirt and a light blue/grey t-shirt underneath paired with some black jeans. His eyes are dreamy, a lovely shade of shiny green, speckles of sunny hazel compliments his dark exterior. Whether his appearance matches his personality, you're almost eager to find out.

"We're fine, thanks. Y/F/N has just ordered a couple more," You start, pointing to the empty glasses in front of you. He holds a glass half full of what seems to be beer, which wouldn't be to your surprise. "There's no harm in ordering more!" Y/F/N laughs, accepting the round of drinks from the bartender, sliding yours across to you. "Here, Y/N. That ones yours." She says, taking a sip of hers. "Oh, Y/N, right? It's nice to meet you, I'm Dean." He holds his hand out, and you grant him a pleasant smile, shuffling in your seat. "Nice to meet you, Dean."

He awkwardly moves his hand away, placing it back in his pocket. "It's nice to meet you too, Y/F/N. I hope I'm not intruding..." He trails, hoping to hear 'no' as an answer. "No, Dean, don't worry about it. We're only out for a couple of drinks then heading back home. She forced me out of my own house." You chuckle, and Y/F/N rolls her eyes. "She's refusing to leave her bed, so I've had to practically drag her by the ears to get her here."

Dean laughs, bringing his drink to his lips. "To be honest, it's not a great place here. I wouldn't blame you if you wanted to get out and go someplace else?" He suggests, and you snort. "There's no way in Hell I'm leaving this place with some guy I've met 5 minutes ago, I'll pass." You say, waving your hand at him. Dean holds his hand to his heart, scrunching his shirt. "Some guy? Most ladies are dying to take me home after 5 minutes!" He jokes, and it doesn't fly too well with you.

"Okay, wow, and now he's assuming." You feel a smile creep up, unable to keep it under wraps. "Hate to say it, but I'm not like other girls," You state, silently laughing to yourself.

"I can tell you are," He says, and you tilt your head. "What?"

"I said I can tell you are." He speaks louder, moving closer to your ear. You get a whiff of his cologne, woodsy, musky and sexy. Your eyes lit up as if something inside you has awoken, you've never smelt anything like it. Now you have to know who this man is and what he's about.

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After a small while of talking, Y/F/N found a different guy she could keep her eyes on and left both you and Dean alone. "To be honest, I'm done. Now Y/F/N has disappeared I feel like I don't have to force these drinks down me," You laugh, "You wanna go sit outside?" You ask Dean, and he nods "Yeah, let's go." He says, he shuffles out of the way to make room for you to get off of the stool. You pull out your cane and take Y/D/N leash, and Dean looks shocked. "Y/N, sorry for not noticing, but you're blind?" He questions, a confused look on his face. "Yeah, you didn't see?"

"Honestly? No, I didn't." He says, and you fold your cane back up. "Well, good, cause that means I can do this," You say, gently placing your hand in his. "Lead the way."

You head outside onto a bench out by the doorway, and you both sit down.

“I cannot believe you kept so quiet about this,” he starts, looking at you with a warm grin. His sudden interest in still wanting to get to know you really makes you wonder if he’s actually worth spending your time with. Dean seems like a really lovely guy, even with all the micro-flirting that’s been happening all night. Not that you’d complain, though, it’s nice to have recognition from such a charming, handsome man.

“I felt like it wasn’t something to mention,” you nod, “plus, I thought Y/D/N hi-vis vest was enough.” You laugh, and Dean nods. “That’s true, I guess I just had my eyes set on someone else.” He rasps, taking the last swig of his drink, before setting the glass on the patio floor. You grew tired, the night getting darker and longer made you crave your own comfort in your own home. Dean isn’t keeping you, yet he gets the hint. The conversation slowly grew quiet, as you both sat and and enjoyed each others company for a while longer.

“You know, I’d thought I’d change and be a gentleman for tonight, but screw it. You wanna come home with me?” He asks, seriousness in his voice.

“Thank God, I thought you’d never ask.”

#supernatural #spn #supernatural imagines #spn imagines #dean winchester #dean winchester imagines #sam winchester #sam winchester imagines #supernatural imagine #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader

[delwrites]

Great Friend

Best Friend!Remus x reader

word count- 1,245

The thumping bass reverberating through your body did nothing to ease the state you were in. No, your mood was only elevated by the music crashing around your skull, bouncing along to the familiar beat booming through the house. The red solo cup in your hand spilling from time to time as you swayed relentlessly, a grin plastered across your face. Familiar friendly faces surrounded you, making you feel safe in your intoxicated state, sipping the sickly sweet liquid from your cup as you danced around with Marlene close by, reapplying a coat of lipstick to her lips after having just murmured something about Mary finally showing up.

Remus, on the other hand, was not having the same enjoyment from the setting. The sweaty bodies surrounding him almost felt suffocating, and what’s worse, he couldn’t seem to find you for the life of him. He had searched high and low, head towering over everyone else, scanning the crowds, asking everyone that could hear him over the much too loud music which was sure to leave him with a headache, but it was all to no avail. So imagine his surprise when he finds you, in the middle of the Potter’s living room, stumbling over your own feet. The image manages to bring a quick quirk of his lip, finding you very much endearing. He rushes to your side as quickly as he can, taking hold of your elbow to try and ease your swaying, causing you to look up at the person perpetrating your personal space, eyes hazed over with a gloss that makes Remus’ stomach dance along to the beat of your heavy breaths. 

“Remy!”  After taking a few seconds for your alcohol-riddled brain to actually recognise him, you beam up at him, teeth clashing together and eyes squinting as pure joy overtakes you upon seeing your best friend, making his heart skip a beat.

“I missed you! You came at the right time, quick, come!” Remus can barely hear you through the way you’re slurring your words and the overwhelming noise of the party around you, but when you grab his hand and pull him over to the hallway, his feet stagger underneath him, barely keeping up with your sudden change in pace. 

Confusion overtakes him when you trip into the bathroom, all but dragging him in with you. Behind him he can hear shouts of his name, Sirius’ booming voice resonating through him with hollers and cheers that you either ignore or don't even hear. The latter wouldn’t surprise him, intoxicated state making all noise muddle into one. The red blooming over his face and chest, however, you do choose to acknowledge, laughing at him before going to use the toilet.

Remus feels stunned by your stunt, nearly giving himself whiplash with how quickly he turns around to face his back to you. This only causes you to laugh harder at him, barely squeaking out a wheezy “what, never seen a pretty girl piss before?”, your crude language only makes the blush persist on his face all the harsher. 

It wasn’t uncommon for you to see Remus get so awkward so easily around you, and you found that the more captivating you thought it to be, the more awkward he would become, creating a harsh cycle. 

He deems it appropriate to turn back again when he hears the signature flush of the toilet, peeking over his shoulder to see you standing on the balls of your feet, gazing up at him, an almost innocent smile overtaking your features. 

“Missed you, Rem. Where’ve you even been?” you all but slurred out to him, closing the distance between you both as you did so.

“Ah, you know me and parties..” he mumbled, one hand making a home on the back of his neck, rubbing up and down to match his eyes looking anywhere but you, seemingly trained on either his shoes or the ceiling, the other stuffed awkwardly into his pocket. This made you stifle a giggle, the usually nonchalant and put-together Remus Lupin conceded into a stumbling mess.

You bridge the gap between the two of you, going on the balls of your feet as best you can without falling, gripping onto his shoulders and going in to kiss him.

Remus could feel his heartbeat stagger at a rate he almost deemed impossible, palms sweating and eyes widening. So when you pressed your lips in a simple peck on his cheek, he almost wanted to scream. 

The heat under your lips made you smile to yourself, before coming back down to lay your feet flat on the ground before him and reaching around his body to pull at the door handle to leave the bathroom. 

“You’re such a great friend, Rem. Love you”

Practically sauntering out, you left behind a stunned Remus, hand coming up to his cheek, feeling residue of your lipgloss where you had kissed him. As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he was met with James and Sirius’ smug faces, awaiting the news they’d been waiting so long for, but all he could do was shake his head with a slight frown, still dazed. 

“Aw mate, seriously?!” Sirius all but screamed at him. “She drags you into a toilet for fucks sake, and you still don’t have the balls to kiss her?”

“She called me a ‘great friend’.” Remus says dejectedly, the rejection hot on his mind. 

-

“I called him a ‘great friend’.” You say to Lily, before holding your head in your hands. “I mean, seriously, who does that?” Exasperated, you sit on the sofa next to your friend, playing with her hair as she attempts to console you.

“Well, why don’t you go find him? Do what you were too scared to do?” You can see her eyebrows wiggling from the corner of your eye, and can’t help but laugh at her and her less-than-subtle implications. As Marlene approaches you both with four shots in her hands and smudged lipstick, her tell-tale sign of getting lucky, you see Mary following close behind, sporting the same lipstick that you don’t remember seeing on her when she first arrived.

“You know what? Fuck it.” 

-

James had just come back to Remus with a strong drink in his hand, not too sure on how else to make the boy feel better, when you stormed up to him. Feeling your buzz already beginning to heighten from the shots you’d done minutes prior, adrenaline coursing through your veins from what you were planning to do, you find yourself in a similar predicament that you had caught yourself in before. You rose to the balls of your feet, this time with more fever as you grabbed the sides of his face, his annoyingly beautiful face, and planted a firm and eager kiss right on his lips.

“Great friends my ass” James’ voice comes from beside you, smirk evident and making you groan, going to turn your head to scold him before Remus grabs your face with as much yearning as you had, kissing you longingly.

“Fucking finally!” Sirius cheers as he finds solace next to his best friend, both laughing to themselves before leaving you both.

As he pulls away, he leans his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your face.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that” he rasps, smile bigger than you’ve ever seen before gracing you.

“Oh, I think I have some idea…”

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin #remus x reader #remus x you #remus x y/n #marauders era #marauders #marauders x reader #marauders fluff #remus fluff #remus lupin fluff #best friends to lovers #best friend!remus #harry potter imagine #remus lupin drabble #harry potter x reader #harry potter #hp fanfic

[pangur-and-grim]

okay releasing another short chapter because I think it’s funny, don’t be mean or I’ll actually cry:

Chapter 25

“And this is – COME ON, MOVE FASTER – this is where the train docks. Don’t EVER go inside the train, it’s nothing but rusted metal. Do you know what tetanus is? Do you know what a train is? A train is like a long car.”

I didn’t know what a car was, but lacked the heart to tell her.

Despite her crooked nose (obviously healed from past violence), her imposing frame, and those muscles, Hydna bounded about with the eager friendliness of an over-large puppy. I’d stopped trying to shape my replies to please her, as anything I said, no matter how foolish or petulant, seemed to bring her delight. Most likely I could thank Merulo for lowering her standards of conversation.

“Moving right along now, this is – CAREFUL!” Hydna lunged at me, and I flinched, closing my eyes in brief cowardice, but she only yanked me back from the sink hole I’d been about to step into. “You’re a delicate little thing, so use your eyes, eh?” was my rebuke, along with a shoulder-shattering clap on the back.

“I’m above the average height for men,” I said, pointlessly, for she’d already moved to the next attraction of Poseidon’s Family Fun Resort. This section of the resort looked a proper horror show, with its crumbling merry facades and sun-bleached pigments, bearing the ghostly afterimages of smiling aquatic creatures. When Merulo and I first arrived via portal, we’d evidentially emerged in the section of the resort used for housing visitors, with all the blocky, tall buildings forming a quasi-neighbourhood that radiated out from the newly designated library plaza.

I found it bewildering that this underwater city had been built solely for transient entertainment, though I didn’t doubt Hydna’s explanation. Mentioning this to the sorcerer proved a mistake, as he simply said “Yes, I can imagine thinking is a great effort for you,” and then banished me to spend time with his sister. Or rather to “provide that creature with whatever form of entertainment you see fit, so that I might be spared its company.”

“Are you and Merulo not close?” I asked, remembering the exchange, then winced. I’d interrupted her explanation of a terrifying plastic wheel that stretched many feet up above us, complete with intermittently spaced chairs into which victims might be locked.

“Close?” She sounded baffled – and thankfully unoffended that I hadn’t been listening. “Of course not!”

I squinted up at the dragon woman. She’d dressed herself in relics for the tour, having wasted God knows how much magic in their restoration: a wide-brimmed hat embroidered with water droplets, crammed onto her massive skull, and a shirt stretched painfully tight over what might be either breasts or prodigious pectorals, its smiling fish illustration distorted into a boggle-eyed monster. Her baggy “pants”, which ended mid-thigh, burned an intense yellow-green that didn’t exist in nature. It felt cruel to ask someone so playfully dressed this question.

“Well, you are family! Shouldn’t there be, you know, some underlying love?”

Rather hypocritical, given that my own father likely fell asleep each night thinking of creative ways to kill me, but she didn’t have to know that.

“He’s a walking knife,” came her growled reply.

“Well, yeah.” I kicked around at loose bits of pavement. Intervening in Glenda’s various moods had gone some way toward thickening my skin, but I still shuddered at the waves of displeasure radiating from Hydna. “He’s a lonely guy, I think.”

“Might be less lonely if he weren’t such a piece of shit.” She met my eyes without blinking, and for a sickening moment I found myself mesmerized by their reptilian scarlet.

“You have to. . .” I clenched my teeth and resumed my kicking, concentrating my attentions on a particularly large and rounded chunk. I reminded myself that I owed the sorcerer my life and then some. “I don’t know. Meet him more than half-way? I think he does want company.”

“But is too much of a bastard for company to want him back.”

“Exactly!” I said, delighted that she’d completed my thought. This faded as I saw her expression. “That’s neat that you can raise one eyebrow like that. Good control of . . . uh, of your facial muscles.”

Hydna pointed to a circle of unicorn-sized crabs, complete with saddles, welded to a roofed platform that looked vaguely capable of motion. No half-shouted explanation followed, though; I’d succeeded in puncturing her enthusiasm.

“Those are cool,” I said lamely. Then, “It’s only because he’s been kind to me, when he didn’t have to be. Merulo, I mean. Not that everything’s been perfect, I didn’t much like the whole ‘torture needle’ thing, but –”

“The what?”

“Hang on, I’m coming to a point. Merulo might make a lot of insulting, degrading remarks, and he is overly obsessed with killing God –”

“This is a defense?”

“Hydna, please! What I mean is that, brushing aside all those little details, he’s always been there when I needed him most. Like when Glenda shot me full of arrows, or slit my throat, or –”

“Who the fuck is Glenda?”

“Hydna, come on, I didn’t ask you what a car was!” I rubbed at my stubble, wishing I could reach into my own head to pull my thoughts into order. “Merulo will be there for you, too, if you ever need him,” – and I hoped that was the truth – “So, it’d be good if you could both . . . try.” At her contorted grimace, I added, “I’ll talk to him too, promise. Same speech!”

The dragon woman exhaled deeply. “You’re an annoying little man, Cameron.”

“Again, above average height.”

#it's after the halfway point of the book where things have started going a bit batshit #it starts off as a bog standard European-medieval high fantasy #and then you learn that the entire civilization was built post an apocalypse event #and that the relics of the old society are all technological #so you start going why is this all medieval then? what's with the magic? #and can I say. the answer at the very end is so much dumber than you'll ever guess #(don't worry it's not a hallucination or a dream or the matrix or whatever. everything is real. its just real for a stupid reason) #book

[anonymousewrites]

A Good Day for Death (Book 1) Chapter One

Wednesday Addams x Reaper! Reader

Chapter One: A Good Day for Roommates

            “So, what do you think our new roomie’s going to be like?” asked Enid, nearly bouncing on her bed in excitement.

            (Y/N) grinned from their loft portion of the dorm. “Definitely not sweet and nice if your vlog is to be believed.”

            Enid smiled sheepishly. “It’s not my fault the reports of her almost killing a boy from her old school are posted everyone online.” She shifted. “I’m kind of nervous to meet her, though.”

            (Y/N) nodded. “She does sound intense.” They tilted their head and gave a Cheshire-cat smile. “But I guess we’ll find out.”

            The door to their dorm room opened, and Principal Weems led the way in. (Y/N) slid down the ladder of their loft area. Behind her entered the already-infamous Wednesday Addams and her parents. Wednesday was pale with dark eyes and black hair in two braids. All three wore pure black.

            “It’s so…vivid,” said Wednesday’s father as he took in the room.

            Enid grinned and walked over, friendly as ever. “Howdy, roomie!”

            “Hey!” greeted (Y/N), smiling and walking over to the group.

            “Wednesday, this is Enid Sinclair and (Y/N) (L/N),” introduced Weems.

            Wednesday gave each person an appraising look. First Enid, she observed (Y/N). She took in their slightly pointed ears and black uniform. They wore a crisp white button-up with a formal black vest buttoned overtop. They wore a striped skirt and blazer like Enid, but theirs was in black and grey. Beneath their skirt, they wore tights with black roses stitched on and black Oxford shoes. With the final accessories of a bone-like ring and skull-earrings, they looked like a cheery reaper when paired with their friendly smile.

            Enid noticed the grim look on Wednesday’s face. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little pale.”

            “Wednesday always looks half-dead,” said her father.

            “Oh, cool. So do a bunch of us here, especially anyone on the undead spectrum, like the vamps,” said (Y/N) brightly.

            “Welcome to Ophelia Hall!” said Enid. She moved in for a hug, and Wednesday took a careful step back. “Not a hugger. Got it.”

            “Please excuse Wednesday,” said her mother. “She’s allergic to color.”

            “Oh, wow,” said Enid. “What happens to you?”

            “I break out in hives and then the flesh peels off my bones,” said Wednesday so flatly she could have been reading from a medical textbook for all the inflection or urgency.

            “Wicked,” said (Y/N).

            “Luckily, we’ve special ordered you a uniform,” interjected Weems, trying to keep Wednesday under control. “Enid, (Y/N), please take Wednesday to the registrar’s office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way.”

            Wednesday didn’t bother to get confirmation, turned, and walked away. Enid and (Y/N) glanced at each other before following Wednesday.

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            “Nevermore was founded in 1791 to educate people like us,” began Enid as they began showing Wednesday around. “Outcasts, freaks, monsters, fill in your favorite marginalized group here.”

            “You can save the sanitized sales pitch,” said Wednesday icily. “I don’t plan on staying here for long.”

            “Why not?” asked Enid.

            “This was my parents’ idea.” Wednesday’s eyes landed on a picture of the fencing team from decades ago. “Oh, look. There’s my mother smirking at me. They’ve been looking for any excuse to send me here. It’s all part of their nefarious, yet completely obvious, plan.”

            “What plan?” asked (Y/N) curiously.

            “To turn me into a version of themselves,” said Wednesday.

            “In that case, perhaps you can clear something up,” said Enid as they continued walking. “Rumor’s been swirling around that you killed a kid at your old school and your parents pulled strings to get you off.”

            (Y/N) sighed. “I keep telling her that my dad said you didn’t kill anyone, but she insists on hearing it from you directly.”

            “Actually, it was two. But who’s counting?” said Wednesday. Her eyes trailed to (Y/N) without a single move of her head. “Your father heard about my case?”

            (Y/N) smiled brightly. “He deals exclusively with death, so I asked him if you killed that kid.”

            “Your father sound intriguing,” said Wednesday, interested in the idea of a job devoted to death.

            “We’ll get to parents in a minute!” Enid threw open the courtyard doors before them and announced, “Welcome to the quad!”

            “It’s a pentagon,” observed Wednesday.

            Enid sighed. “The whole Snarky Goth Girl thing might have worked at normie school, but here things are different. Let us give you a quick wiki on Nevermore’s social scene.”

            “I’m not interested in participating in tribal adolescent cliches,” said Wednesday coldly.

            “Well, at least with this you’ll know who you want to avoid even more,” said (Y/N), grinning. “We’ve got tons of outcast types here, but we’ve got four main cliques.”

            “Fangs, Furs, Stoners, and Scales,” recited Enid.

            “But not the Normie type of stoners,” said (Y/N). “Medusa.” They nodded to the table of Medusa talking to each other. “They keep their snakes to themselves, for the most part, but some can be nosy.”

            “Fangs are vampires,” said Enid, gesturing to the table of people all wearing dark sunglasses. Surreptitiously, she said, “Some of them have literally been here decades.”

            “They just hang instead of taking classes at this point,” chuckled (Y/N).

            “That bunch of knuckleheads are Furs, aka werewolves, aka me!” said Enid, waving to her friends at the werewolf table.

            “Get ear plugs for full moons,” advised (Y/N).

            “I’m assuming Scales are sirens?” asked Wednesday, looking at the group of good-looking students by the fountain.

            “You catch on quick,” said Enid. She pointed to one girl in particular. “And that girl, Bianca Barclay, is the closest thing Nevermore has to reality.” She grimaced. “Although her crown’s been slipping lately.”

            “I hope someone knocks it off soon,” sighed (Y/N).

            Enid nodded emphatically. “Yeah. She used to date our resident tortured artist, Xavier Thorpe—” (Y/N) nodded to the boy painting on the wall “—but they broke up at the beginning of the semester. Reason unknown.”

            “Fascinating.” Wednesday remained deadpan.

            “And then, we have people like you and me.” (Y/N) gestured between themself and Wednesday. “We come from a variety of backgrounds and have different quirks that make us outcasts.”

            Enid nodded. “Some of them are really cool! One boy, Rowan, has telekinesis, and Xavier can manipulate his drawings or something. (Y/N) is even a demigod!” she said excitedly.

            Wednesday raised an eyebrow. “Hades?”

            (Y/N) shook their head. “Thanatos. God of Death.” Wednesday nodded. (Y/N) continued, gesturing to their clothes, “Yeah, I got stuck with being able to drain life from living things, so I wear black to say ‘Hey! Don’t touch or I could make you pass out!’ ” (Y/N) grinned. “And I like the whole look, so it works out!”

            Enid smiled brightly. “But don’t worry! (Y/N)’s never had an accident at Nevermore. Only plants feel their wrath!”

            “Interesting,” said Wednesday, and she was not lying. As an Addams, she enjoyed death. Wednesday especially found an affinity for morbidity and meeting a literal child of death filled that interest. (Y/N) gave her a smile in response, and that instantly dampened Wednesday’s mood again. Too much cheeriness.

            “Yo, Enid!” called Ajax, her boyfriend. “You’re not going to believe the dirt I heard about your new roommate!”

            Yikes. He clearly doesn’t see Wednesday, thought (Y/N).

            “She eats human flesh!” he exclaimed. “Chowed down on that kid she murdered. You and (Y/N) better watch your backs.”

            (Y/N) and Enid stepped to the sides to reveal Wednesday, staring levelly at Ajax.

            “Quite the contrary,” said Wednesday. “I actually fillet the bodies of my victims, then feed them to my menagerie of pets.” The ghost of a sadistic smirk passed over her face.

            “Ajax, this is our new roommate, Wednesday,” said Enid awkwardly.

            “Whoa.” Ajax looked at Wednesday. “You’re in black and white. Like a living Instagram filter.”

            “Ignore him. Gorgons spend way too much time getting stoned,” said Enid.

            “The magic way,” clarified (Y/N). “Accidentally look into a mirror without their snakes covered and bam! Their brain cells turn to stone.”

            Enid nodded gravely. “He’s cute but clueless. It’s a small school, and there wasn’t much online about you. You should really get Insta, Snapchat, and TikTok.”

            “I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningful affirmation,” said Wednesday. She turned and walked away.

            “We were right. She’s intense,” said (Y/N).

            “And frustrating,” muttered Enid. She sighed. “Let’s go get her uniform.”

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            “What the hell did you do to my room?!” cried Enid.

            (Y/N) rolled out of their back where they were reading and looked down. Oh, boy. Wednesday had removed Enid’s color strips from half of their large window.

            “Dividing our room equally,” said Wednesday evenly. She glanced at (Y/N) as they climbed down. “(Y/N) has their area. I would like my own. It looks like a rainbow vomited on your side.”

            “I—” began Enid.

            “Silence would be appreciated,” interrupted Wednesday, sitting down at her desk. “This is my writing time.”

            “Your writing time?” asked (Y/N).

            “I devote an hour a day to my novel,” said Wednesday, not even turning to look at them. “Perhaps Enid’s vlog would be coherent if she did the same. I’ve read serial killer diaries with better punctuation.”

            “You have your voice, she has hers,” said (Y/N), trying to keep the peace. “And you just have to get used to the noise. I’m a poet, and I’ve learned to do great work even when Enid is making up choreography to K-pop.”

            Wednesday stood back up and faced them. “I’ve seen your work on her vlog. It has potential, but it’s so…cheerful.”

            “Thanks. It’s easier than being depressing,” said (Y/N).

            Wednesday narrowed her eyes and then looked at Enid. “By the way, it’s Addams with two ‘d’s. If you’re going to gossip about me, at least spell my name correctly.”

            (Y/N) sighed and looked Enid. “Gossiping about your new roommate? Seriously?”

            Enid crossed her arms. “She was being rude. She deserved it.”

            “I speak my mind. If you can’t take it, that’s not my problem,” said Wednesday.

            She turned back to her work. Enid glared at her and pressed “play” on the music on her phone. Peppy music began playing, and she began dancing around. (Y/N) sighed in exasperation at the clear attempt to frustrated Wednesday. It worked, and Wednesday turned around to face them in annoyance.

            “Turn that off,” ordered Wednesday. Enid ignored her and kept dancing. Wednesday stalked towards her. “This is your final warning.”

            (Y/N) slid between the pair of them. “Whoa, whoa, let’s all just calm down.” They smiled brightly. “This is just a bit of friction. First day getting to know each other and all that.”

            Enid and Wednesday clearly did not feel the same way, but luckily, the door to their dorm swung open before the disagreement could continue. Thornhill, the dorm mother, walked in a greeted them all merrily.

            “Good evening, girls, (Y/N),” she said. “Oh, sorry about the mud.” She stamped her red gardening boots and smiled. “I wanted to make sure Wednesday was settling in.” She glanced between Enid on the bright side of the room, Wednesday on the dark, and (Y/N) in the middle. “Ah. Is this a bad time?” The trio glanced at each other, and Thornhill continued on. “I’m Miss Thornhill, your dorm mom. Apologies, I wasn’t here to greet you when you arrived. I trust Enid and (Y/N) have given you the old Nevermore welcome.”

            “They’ve been smothering me with hospitality,” said Wednesday. She looked at her roommates. “I hope to return the favor. In her sleep.”

            Enid looked over at Wednesday incredulously. (Y/N) just stayed brightly smiling. “No one’s ever tried to kill me before,” they remarked. “I wonder what would happen.”

            Thornhill cleared her throat. “Well, here’s a little welcome gift from my conservatory.” She handed over a black flower in a pot to Wednesday. “I try to match the right flower to each of the students in Ophelia Hall. When I read your personal statement in your application, I immediately thought of this one.”

            “The Black Dahlia,” said Wednesday.

            “Oh, you know it?” asked Thornhill cheerfully.

            “Of course. It’s named after my favorite unsolved murder,” responded Wednesday. “Thank you.”

            Thornhill looked at (Y/N). “Did you manage to keep your lily alive this time around?”

            (Y/N) chuckled sheepishly. “Yeah…for a week.” They shrugged. “You know I have no knack for keeping plants alive. But thanks for the thought.”

            Thornhill smiled. “No problem.” She then became more business-like. “Okey-dokey. Before I leave, I want to go over a few house rules. We have bathrooms down the hall, both girls and gender-neutral, lights off at ten o’clock, no loud music, and no boys. Ever.”

            “What’s the story about going into the local town?” asked Wednesday.

            Sounds like someone is planning an escape, thought (Y/N).

            “Passes to Jericho are a privilege, not a right. It’s a brisk twenty-five-minute walk, or there’s a shuttle on the weekends. The locals are a tad bit wary about Nevermore, so please don’t go making any waves or perpetuating any outcast stereotypes,” said Thornhill. “That means keep your claws to yourself, no smothering people in their sleep, and trying to, well, drain people.” She smiled. “Are we clear?” No one answered. “Great talk!” Thornhill turned and left.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat. “Well…If everyone’s done with dramatics for the night, I’m going back to my bed.” They smiled. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow! ‘Night, Enid, ‘Night, Wednesday!”

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The Winding Path of Fate Chapter 4 - Spring: Moving In

Masterpost Pairing: Neuvillette x Female Reader Summary: You move into Neuvillette's (surprisingly modest) house Warnings: None except for restrictive gender roles, also for some reason Fontaine’s regency england (sort of) now? Note: I update this story on AO3 first so please subscribe to the fic there if you’d like to read it faster Note 2: If you want to be on the taglist for this fic, please make a reply to this post, send a message or send a private ask

Have a pic of neuvillette standing on the skull of the guy who failed to prevent his birth (or something like that)

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Neuvillette had a busy schedule today, so he couldn’t accompany you to his house. So, he had the Melusine Liath show you the way. Come to think of it, it was kind of funny how you didn’t even know where he lived even though you were married to him now.

“I have to go back home to get my things first,” you told Liath.

“Sure thing, Madame Neuvillette,” Liath said cheerfully, dropping her voice lower when she called you Madame. Madame Neuvillette. Those words gave you a sense of vertigo. Better get used to it for the foreseeable future.

Liath had been quiet during the earlier ordeal, but now she was humming and skipping alongside you.

“Congratulations on your marriage! I do wish that there could be a grander ceremony, though, and that all my sisters could be there as well. Hehe, they were so jealous when I told them that Monsieur Neuvillette asked me to be the witness.”

“Ah...sorry about that,” you said. “It must have been very dull and underwhelming for you.”

“No, it’s fine. I know how busy Monsieur Neuvillette is. I don’t think he would hold an extravagant ceremony even if he did have time. He prefers to stay out of the spotlight, you know?”

You thought about the first time you met him and your subsequent run-ins with him and had to agree. It was a strange quirk for someone with such a high-profile job, but perhaps he simply wanted to avoid the public gaze after spending most of his time being at the center of it. But why take such a job, then?

“Yes, I can tell,” you said. “I can relate to that.”

You and Liath went down the elevator and headed for the direction of your boarding house. No one looked or paid much attention to you at all. You had half-expected a giant spotlight to shine down on you as soon as you left the Palais Mermonia or a loudspeaker to announce that you were Neuvillette’s new wife. The world hadn’t changed after your marriage, even though the new ring on your finger felt like a shining beacon.

Of course, you weren’t so naïve as to assume that this would remain the case for the rest of your marriage. It would certainly get out sooner or later. You had no idea what you would do when that time came but opted to leave that aside for now.

“You know, Madame, I’ve seen you at the Palais many times before. To tell you the truth, I was a bit afraid to say hello to you because you always had that scary look on your face, but now I can see that you’re not like that at all. You’re a bit like Monsieur Neuvillette in that way. Humans are always too intimidated to approach him, but he is really very friendly.”

This wasn’t the first time you were told that you had a face that put people off. You honestly didn’t understand what they were talking about. As far as you knew, your expression was just how you always looked. But it might be a problem when it comes time to teach children. You made a mental note to work on it later.

“He is certainly more approachable than I expected,” you nodded, slowing down a little bit so that Liath wouldn’t be left behind. “And thoughtful to boot.”

Liath beamed. “Ah, that’s just what I’d expect from Monsieur Neuvillette’s wife! You really do understand him well!”

I wouldn’t go that far, you thought, but said nothing. You knew that the Melusines were close to Neuvillette, but how much did they really know about the truth behind this marriage? Should you try to find out what Liath knew?

But before you could say anything, you had arrived at your boarding house. It was a small, old building that housed twenty or so young women at any given time, and it had been your home for more than a year.

You asked Liath to wait outside and went in. You had already paid the remainder of your rent to the landlady, so all that was left to do was to get your already packed suitcase and sign out. Most of the other girls were out at work during this time, so you thankfully didn’t have to worry about running into anyone and having to make awkward conversation about why you were leaving.

A respectable young lady of a noble family technically should have found lodging with another family of similar rank. But you didn’t have any connections in the city that could take you in, and though you would never admit it, it was kind of fun having to live on your own and being responsible only for your own needs. Having to scrimp and be frugal wasn’t the most pleasant thing in the world, but that feeling of freedom, of having to assert yourself? It was like breathing in cold air after spending a long time being suffocated.

To think you wouldn’t be able to experience that feeling again for a long time, now that you were married to the most powerful man in the nation (a fact that you still couldn’t wrap your head around). And even after this marriage was over, your job as a governess meant that you’d be at the mercy of whatever family you were assigned to.

Don’t think about it too much, you told yourself. Just keep looking at what’s in front of you and keep moving.

Your room was small and cramped, with most of the space dominated by the bed, closet, and desk. But it at least had a window, which made you more fortunate than some of the other boarders. Plus, you didn’t need to share it with anyone.

Your belongings were packed into your battered leather suitcase. You hadn’t brought much with you when you moved here, and you hadn’t bought many new things either. You wouldn’t need help carrying your suitcase, at the very least.

Picking up your suitcase, you turned back to look at your room one last time. The covers were neatly tucked under the mattress, the floor was swept clean, and everything you owned was in your hands. It looked just like how it was when you first moved in here, like there was never anyone living here at all. It probably wouldn’t be long before someone else moved in.

There was a weightless, hollow feeling in your chest as you walked down the narrow hallway that led to the front door. You felt like a ghost haunting the place where you once lived, like your existence had already been erased. This was a familiar feeling, one that you had felt at balls, dinners, and other social gatherings. A feeling that was your constant companion when you studied alone in your room while everyone else was out. You suspected that you would become even more acquainted with this feeling in the coming days and months.

Stop being so dramatic, you shook your head to get rid of this mood. You knew what you were signing up for. Just grit your teeth and get through it like you’ve always done.

Just then, you ran into a girl who was coming out of her room. “Oh, hey,” she said, then took a better look at you. “Wow, you’re dressed nicely today. And you’re moving out too. What’s the occasion?”

You weren’t exactly friends with this girl, but you had gone out with her and some other boarders for desserts from time to time, and it was fun listening to them gossip about the latest trends or scandals, even if you barely contributed. You wonder if she’d remember you for long after you leave.

A ready excuse was on your tongue, but you hesitated. The hollow feeling welled up inside you once again. But for some reason, you somewhat felt like defying it.

You looked the girl straight in the eye and said, “I got married.”

Liath was chattering away as you two walked to Neuvillette’s house, but you couldn’t concentrate on what she was saying. Your heart was beating too quickly as you finally came to terms with what you had done today.

I’m actually married. I’m actually married to the Chief Justice of Fontaine.

You snuck one quick glance back at the receding boarding house. A surge of sudden homesickness welled up within you. You shook your head to clear it away and tried to think about something else.

At least you could enjoy the nice weather today. For the past week before your marriage, it had been cloudy and downcast, which hadn’t really helped your mood or nerves. You closed your eyes and tilted your head towards the sun, basking in the warmth.

The scenery around you gradually changed from familiar and welcoming shopfronts and apartment buildings to the stately and gated mansions of the Fontainian elites as you ascended towards the upper part of the city. The houses here weren’t as big as the country homes outside the city where the nobles spent most of the year, but they were still impressive. You tried not to gawk at all the finery around you, but it was difficult not to make comparisons to your small family home, located in a sleepy village just outside of the city.

I’m Madame Neuvillette now, you told yourself. Act more like it.

You straightened your back and stared directly ahead.

“We’re here!” Liath said, stopping in front of a wrought iron gate. “This is where Monsieur Neuvillette lives!”

There was a long white gravel path that disappeared up ahead, lined on both sides by trees. Neuvillette’s house was more isolated than you imagined.

Liath took out a key from her pocket and inserted it into a small door set into the gate that you hadn’t noticed until now. It was just the right size for a Melusine. Did Neuvillette have that installed for them? That’s really sweet, you thought with a surprising rush of warmth.

“I’ll run ahead and tell Ms. Marie that you’re here,” Liath told you. “She’s the housekeeper.”

“Okay,” you nodded, and watched as Liath ran down the path.

Left alone, you sat down on your suitcase. It was quiet here. All you could hear was the chirping of birds and the hum of bees. You had already gotten used to having the chatter of your boarding house neighbors and the sounds of activity outside your window as your daily background noise. This silence was discomfiting.

I want to run away.

That thought suddenly appeared in your mind. It wasn’t the first time.

You tapped your feet on your ground, trying to reason yourself to calmness. There’s nowhere for me to go. I can’t return home, especially after this whole affair, and I don’t have the money to find another place to live.

I want to run away.

“Shut up,” you growled to yourself. “You can’t change anything now.”

“Pardon me, Madame?” A woman’s voice came from behind you.

“Ah...” you jump up and spun around. Liath was back, accompanied by a middle-aged woman with brown hair and a friendly-looking face. “Hello,” you greeted her. “I’m--”

“I already know who you are, Madame Neuvillette,” the woman interrupted with a smile. Then, before your amazed eyes, she curtsied deeply. “I am Marie, Monsieur Neuvillette’s housekeeper. Welcome to your new home.”

She unlocked the gate and let you inside.

“I’ll be taking my leave now. I must get back to my post,” Liath announced.

You felt a jolt of shock upon hearing those words. You hardly knew Liath, but with her departure, you would truly be left all alone. There would be no going back.

The feeling of distress was so acute that it must have shown on your face, because Liath smiled at you reassuringly. “Don’t worry, Madame. Ms. Marie is really nice, and Monsieur Neuvillette’s house is incredibly comfortable. You’ll settle in quickly, I’m sure. And I think Monsieur Neuvillette would try his best to come home early today.”

Take me with you! You wanted to shout, but instead you plastered on a smile and said, “Thank you, Miss Liath. Have a safe trip back.”

“Bye!” Liath waved, then skipped off.

Marie closed the gate, then said, “Shall we go, then?” She picked up your suitcase and started walking back down the road. You hurried after her.

The white gravel road was somewhat dark due to the shade of the tall verdant trees on both sides. However, dappled sunlight still shined down through the leaves. It would be a calming, peaceful walk under any other circumstances, but you were a bundle of nerves. You should probably be asking Marie a million questions right now or at least making friendly conversation, like a proper lady, but try as you might, you couldn’t get the words out. Funny, you hadn’t felt this nervous when you moved to the city by yourself for the first time, or even during your marriage ceremony.

Marie didn’t seem to find your silence strange, though. She simply looked back and gave you friendly smiles every now and then and didn’t attempt to strike up a conversation. Perhaps she could tell how tense you were, which made you feel worse. The ability to maintain a veneer of calmness was one of your strengths.

Eventually, the road reached its end. Before you stood an elegant two-story mansion, yellow-bricked and blue-roofed. It had a wraparound porch that looked out onto a prettily arranged flowerbed, as well as a birdbath. The mansion was encircled by trees that cast their shade over it, giving it a somewhat gloomy appearance.

All in all, it was certainly a stately mansion, if a bit plainer than what one would expect for the residence of the Iudex.

“Huh...” a breath slipped out of you.

“Not what you were expecting, Madame?” Marie laughed.

You felt your face turn red. “No, no! It’s just that...I assumed that there would be more floors, and columns, and such...” you cleared your throat. “There must not be very many servants working here, then.”

“Not at all. It’s just me, and occasionally some hired help for the garden.”

“Just you?” you exclaimed.

“Yes. Monsieur Neuvillette prefers a solitary lifestyle, and he does not stay at home for very long due to his busy schedule, so there is no need for a lot of hands here. Ah, perhaps that will change now that you are here.”

“Oh, no, I doubt it. I can take care of myself just fine. There’s no need to change anything just for me.”

It was true, even back home, your family only had a single elderly housekeeper who had been around since your grandfather’s time, so you were already used to cooking for yourself and doing household chores. The thought of having to manage servants gave you a headache, so this came as a relief.

“You’re a lot like him, so humble and self-effacing. I can see why Monsieur Neuvillette took such a liking to you,” Marie said.

You smiled awkwardly but said nothing. This was the second time so you had been told something like that to you today. Does Marie know the truth about this marriage? I need to ask Monsieur Neuvillette about this later.

There were too many unknowns here for your liking.

You followed Marie inside the house. The interior was tastefully decorated but not ostentatious like the mansion that held the ball you attended last month. For someone with such a complicated outfit, his taste in fashion does not seem to extend elsewhere, you thought.

“I’ll bring your suitcase to your room, and then I will show you around the house, if that’s all right with you, Madame?”

“Yes, that sounds good, Marie,” you nodded.

You climbed the wooden staircase to the second floor. There was a set of double doors at the far left end, which you presumed to be the master bedroom. But to your surprise, Marie headed to the right and opened a door at the end.

“This is your room, Madame,” she announced, setting your suitcase down on the end of the queen-sized bed.

The room was much bigger than your old room at the boarding house. It consisted of a large bed with a floral bedspread, a wooden desk, an empty bookshelf, a vanity, and a closet. There was a closed door in the corner. You caught a glimpse of a window seat behind lacy curtains. Everything looked elegant and little-used.

It suddenly struck you. You had been so preoccupied with the marriage of convenience itself that the fact that you would have to sleep in the same room as your husband never occurred to you. But you supposed that you didn’t have to worry about that now.

“Monsieur Neuvillette wished for you to be comfortable during your stay here, so he had this guest room prepared for you,” Marie said, as though reading your thoughts. “I’m glad to see it getting used now.”

The word “stay” caught your attention. Stay implied temporality. Did Marie know everything? Before you could ask her, she gestured towards the closed door. “That’s where the bathroom is.”

Marie went on to show you around the house. As you guessed, Neuvillette’s private quarters, including his bedroom and study, were in the left wing. The drawing room, kitchen, dining room, and Marie’s room were all downstairs. There was also a garden in the back.

After the tour was done, Marie told you that lunch would be ready in a few hours. You decided to rest in your room. You were suddenly feeling exhausted.

Once you got to your room, you closed the door behind you and flopped onto the bed. It was incredibly soft and comfortable. It felt like you could sink down into it forever.

Is this what it’s like to stay in a hotel? You thought. You had never had that experience, but you thought that this was what it would be like, this mixture of giddiness from being in a new environment and the distant acceptance that you wouldn’t be here for long.

After lying on the bed for a few minutes, you decide to unpack your things and look around. The closet was far too big for your few articles of clothing, which looked tragically out of place inside the mahogany interior. You placed your books, including your beloved Remurian history books, on the bookshelf. You went into the bathroom to put away your toiletries and was greeted with the sight of a large, claw-footed bathtub, neatly arranged shelves of bath products, and a wide marble sink.

You closed the door firmly behind you and flopped back down onto the bed. The thought of moving again sounded like torture.

How did things turn out this way? You thought. I’m completely out of my element here.

The hollow feeling returned, stronger than ever. You buried your face in your pillow.

It would be one thing if you were brought here to work. But being a wife? Such aspirations, if they ever existed, had died out long ago within you. You weren’t sure you could even pretend to be one anymore.

It was funny how fate, seemingly so straightforward for you, could take this unexpected turn. You devoted yourself to becoming a governess out of the belief that you would never marry, and yet here you were, married to the Chief Justice himself (albeit temporarily). All the uncertainties and anxieties about the situation whirled through your mind. What would happen if people found out? Would you ever get hired by a family after this was over? Neuvillette said he would keep this marriage a secret as much as possible, but considering how it was the Hydro Archon who ordered him to get married, that would mean that you would have to meet her one day, as well as whatever high-society friends you had. Not to mention the fact that when all of this would inevitably come out, how would you deal with all that attention?

You buried your head in your pillow. It felt like you had dug yourself into a deeper hole.

Something your mother said came back to you. It had been during one of your arguments over giving up your future, when you had tried to explain that it was your destiny to become a spinster.

“Fate isn’t something so set in stone, my dear. Anything can drive it off course.”

You weren’t sure you believed that. In your opinion, some people were just destined to serve certain roles in life.

Role...

Yes, being Neuvillette’s wife was just another role. You needed to just think of this as a side path to your true goal. Sometimes, you had to go through temporary obstacles to achieve something. One year wasn’t so long, after all. Perhaps whatever you gained from this side path could help you in the future. You could try to make connections with the upper-class people in Neuvillette's circle, securing a good placement for yourself after this was all over. Or at least this could make for a funny story to tell people much later in life.

You sat up on the bed. Just like how you brute-forced your way into mastering all that a governess needed to know, you could brute-force your way into learning how to act as the wife of the Chief Justice. You wouldn’t be like Remus, panicking after something unexpected happened and making the worst possible decisions, leading to his downfall.

No, you would prepare as best as you could and keep moving forward. There was no other way.

The pile of paperwork on Neuvillette’s desk didn’t decrease in any way, which was to be expected even after his marriage this morning.

Neuvillette methodically made his way through them. After a few hundred years of doing this, it had almost become second nature for him. What was different this time was that he found his mind wandering more often than not, and not towards the usual subjects.

Well, it is only natural for someone to be distracted when they got married a short time ago, he mused.

Neuvillette had been invited to many weddings in his time and even officiated some, so he knew that this one wasn’t particularly standard. But he thought that it was a pleasant one that suited the tastes of everyone involved. If possible, he would have liked to have the ceremony near a nice, quiet body of water, preferably in the shade, but there was no point in regretting things now.

The image of Miss [Name]--no, his wife—flashed through his mind. He hadn’t told her at the time, because he sensed that it would only make her even more uncomfortable, but he thought that blue brought out the color of her eyes and cheeks, giving her a more cheerful and sprightly air. She should wear brighter colors more often, he thought, but suspected that she would only give him that dead-eyed stare again.

It only occurred to him now that she might have chosen to wear blue today to match him. That made him feel pleased. It meant that she was going into this marriage with no hard feelings. There was something else to that feeling of pleasure as well, but Neuvillette couldn’t quite pin it down. That wasn’t anything new, though. Perhaps he would identify this feeling sometime later.

As Neuvillette signed more documents, he could keenly feel the weight of his ring on his hand, even though it was plain and simple enough that his glove could fit over it without issue. He had the rings made a short while ago and was glad that they were a good fit.

He could still remember the sensation of his wife’s hand against his own skin and the focused look on her face as she put the ring on him. How long had it been since someone had touched his skin? It wasn't an unpleasant feeling, though.

That was a good way to describe this whole affair. Not unpleasant.

He wondered how she was doing right now. He hoped she was settling in well. Though he had no doubt that she would get along well with Marie, he still couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious. Did the room suit her taste? Should he have consulted with her beforehand? There was still so much he didn’t know about her.

For example, part of the reason why he had chosen her to be his wife was because she seemed to be a person of little emotional ups and downs. In his line of work, he often had to deal with intense emotions, something that could still overwhelm him at times. However, after getting to know her better, he learned that she wasn’t as calm and placid as he expected. There was a raging turmoil underneath that seemingly tranquil surface.

But it wasn’t all negative. He smiled slightly as he recalled her spirited speech about Remuria. There was something so charming about seeing a serious person lighting up in that way.

Neuvillette moved on to the next document, which wasn’t a document at all but a note. He sighed, recognizing the handwriting. It was from Furina.

He skimmed it before putting it aside. He already knew its contents before opening it. It seems that she wishes to continue her daily harassment of me even in writing, he suppressed a sigh. Furina had a packed schedule for this month, so she probably couldn’t find the time to storm into his office, hence the note. But eventually, he would have to tell her about his marriage and most likely introduce his wife.

He decided to put such thoughts aside for now. There was no use in worrying about possibilities.

At the very least, I hope I can look forward to a peaceful time at home today.

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[zimcard-artblog]

"I found a weird floppy disk, heard there's a funky game in it!"

"Oh god oh fuck what is that"

Long text explaining the AU >>>

Oliver Swift is indeed the poor fool who bought himself a random floppy disk from a quote-unquote haunted garage sale, was told there were some dark secrets in the disk along with an old game that has never seen the light and Oliver bought it because he only heard game.

Booting it up, he is met with the title ENCRYPTION which isn't actually the true game's name besides the title reflecting the buried data called The_Enc0unter which, of course, plays a huge role within the digita and coded world.

He's met with only >continue on the screen which brings him to ACT 1; Norm G. Allen. A shadowy figured man wearing a cowboy hat and a Nasa suit. He has been stuck in his own game like an isolated hermit for who knows how long, waiting for someone to pick up the game again so he can finally be done with everything.

He doesn't care for the game except for wanting all of it to end, following his own set of rules he had placed beforehand such as punishments and the rule book yet he sounds very... very tired.

He isn't an actual character from the original game besides a manifestation of some of the contents in the buried data, explaining the Nasa suit and American flag on his hat. He stands out the most and his main goal is to leave the awful place because it has caused him nothing but pain.

Upon finishing ACT 1 by finding the New game button before Norm could even do anything drastic such as deleting the entire game, it moves to ACT 2- the real game before the buried data had infected it: Crowned Glory.

In a world that uses cards to solve conflict and build harmony within the four main themes such as beasts, machinery, ghouls, and mages; there is an unknown place that the Challenger- Gingi- must get in. However, Jerry, a penguin beastman who guards the gate, says that Gingi is unable to pass as they are not worthy of meeting the Crowned One.

Gingi has to beat everyone through card battles but can cut down the task by doing side quests, building friendship and whatnot. It has lots of dialogue options and Oliver having Gingi being an extension of himself despite Gingi having already gained sentience; the two were, indeed, sharing the same braincell.

It is unknown if Gingi's current design was meant for the Challenger as they are more or so an amalgamation of existing assets to create a vessel for Oliver to monitor. Dialogue wise, Gingi is saying what's on their mind. Card battle wise? All Oliver’s work.

The world does not have any scrybes, mere funky characters in their respective themes and areas.

Printer-Bot, who named herself Karen, works at the factory. She prints things of course but unlike the regular printer, she generates her own images through what she sees and processes all of that. She's an artist, of course, and works through the factory in means of concept art and printing out papers to share. She sees something? She prints it.

Randy Jade, a ghoul in the local graveyard. He claims he died from a curse yet the lodged hammer within his skull says otherwise. He lingers near his grave , in complete denial of both his past lives and afterlife. Sad little ghoul. Sad sad sad. But friendly...? He can be a sweetheart.

Bigfoot exists there deep within the woods if you find the right spot, lingering in a cave and waiting for company. He would give out banana peels or make funny 'oogh' sounds in response but if he receivers a banana then Bigfoot will give little bits of The_Enc0unter to the player. It's his way of trying to warn the player that there is a lingering evil within. Bigfoot is a manifestation from contents within the buried data.

We move to ACT 3, in which it returns to the theme of ENCRYPTION but the one running the show is none other than Mayor Mingus Crown. A cat lady who had taken control after realizing that Norm had failed in his attempt to escape, laughing at the fact he also failed to go nuclear. She was originally a mere cat for the Crowned One yet due to the buried data, she ended up becoming a cat lady beastman who was mutated by the contents of the data, giving her the 'Mayor' vibe. Politics cat lady, yes, a smidgen of corruption.

She starts off by explaining her drive and goal, her main drive being the Crowned one: Callum Crown. Callum Crown was the heart of the game, the main ending for the Challenger, the end goal to complete the game. However, he was left unfinished and the data had distorted him along with the world, causing this game to go through a cycle of self destruction and desperate healing, causing pain to the characters who are now sentient and aware of a lingering evil.

Most live in blissful ignorance yet a handful knew pain.

Mingus has a deep connection to Callum Crown, he's like a paw-paw to her. She cares for him and thus attempts to build the world into the perfect vision of the game, enforcing the data to stay buried and not tether the world again. By any means necessary. Her entire game focuses on the Player patching things up such as errors and reintroduction ACT 2 characters through cards. Mingus wants to rebuild the game as a last chance to bring Callum Crown back, only caring for her Paw-paw. If he wasn't the heart of the game then she'd say fuck all to the world and focus on him only.

She doesn't care about anything else, no, ignoring whenever the ACT 2 characters experience pain through being in a card or ignoring the room for doubt incase there was no hope for Callum Crown at all.

Callum Crown is merely a husk of a character, a distorted image, mere static within the deep, he is there but at the same time not, perhaps he is in a loop of decomposing or just a standing corpse. All you can hear is a soft, radio-like, static voice that says;

"Is the war over yet? I can't get a signal..."

#ZCArt #Fanart #Dialtown #Inscryption #Encryption AU #Oliver Swift #Phonegingi #Karen Dunn #Randy Jade #Ticket Jerry #Bigfoot #mayor mingus #sgt. norm allen #Digital Art

[thoughtsofdarc]

'Go powder my nose'

-Warnings: none

-Y/n, Ghost, Soap, and maybe Gaz? Friends

-i spend say too much time on Tiktok.

I now have a slight mask kink and I'm going feral for Ghost and König. Fuck my life, right? This is what came of it.

The group, 3 men and one woman, was sitting by a table in the back of the bar.

Far away to not draw too much attention, but able to scan the location and we who enters and leaves.

Side effect of the life they're living. Even on their days off they are still on guard.

Soldiers.

Though they weren't in uniform, it's evident in the way they hold themselves.

They needed the time off. The bar was regularly visited by the soldiers from the base. It was known to be the place to go.

Which also meant that people, mostly women, came to the bar to see if they could hook to with a handsome soldier for the night...

They usually could.

But tonight, the 3 men and the woman wasn't there to find a hookup. They just needed to rewind from a mission. Just needed to throw back a couple of beers, before they went back to sleep for a day or two.

"Im gonna go take a piss.."

The woman stood, from her seat, pulling down the fitted shirt, making sure she didn't show any unwanted skin, to the other men visiting the bar. She didn't care for unwanted attention tody.

"Fuck sake, y/n You're a lass, ya shouldn't talk like that"

Soaps grin told that he didn't really care, he was just talking friendly shit.

The two other men grunted out small laughs.

The man, with the skull mask pulled up to his nose, leaving room for him to drink, lips curled up in a lopsided smirk.

Though he wasn't the most vocal of the group, he enjoyed the friendly banter.

Y/n weighed the consequences of saying out loud, the first thought she had. Of the only thing about her being a 'lass' was the vibrator in her room on base.

But she bit it back, knowing that Soap would never let he live it down, it he knew about it.

Instead she shot out her hip, pretended she wore a dress and dipped her hips to take a bow. With a fake posh upper class accent she looked at Soap and said "Excuse me Gentlemen, I have to go powder my nose"

"oh piss off y/n!" Soap flipped her off, in all friendliness of course.

"That's what I fucking tried to do, but you complained about that too!" she shot back, causing everybody to laugh.

"Just go y/n, or he'll complain all night" the man with the skull mask, Ghost, ushered her to go take care of her business.

"Oi, you piss off too, mate" Soap scoffed, but there was a little smirk playing on his lips.

Y/n laughed and walked away.

Not many minutes went by, from y/n leaving the table, before a woman approached the 3 men left there.

She was a bit more than tipsy, dressed up to catch attention and the look she had in her eyes, was set on Ghost.

"Hello boys, what are you doing out on this fine evening" she purred, as she sat down on the empty chair that y/n left.

She made sure to shoot out her chest, making her boob's bigger.

The woman adressed the all, but her eyes were fixed on Ghost.

Y/n approached slowly, the woman trying to flirt with the skull masked man hadn't seen her. She stood back, watching the interaction silently.

"Sorry, not interested, darling" his British accent rolled of his lips, which held a small smirk. He shook his head, fixing his eyes on the beer instead of looking at the woman.

"Oh come on sweetheart... I dig the whole mask thing. You can keep it on..."

She purred, the silent promise of she wanted from Ghost, thick in the air.

"listen to the man, lass... He has a Girlfriend" Soap tried to get her off the masked man's back, when he noticed the irritation in Ghost's eyes.

Neither of the men around the table had a steady woman in their life.

But girl code, right? If the man was taken, the unwanted attention would back off... Right?

Wrong. The woman gave Soap the side eye and then turned her focus back in Ghost.

She let her fingers trail up his arm, her eyes fixed on his mask.

Ghost tensed, but kept calm as to not cause a scene. Though, very ready to catch har wrist, before the hand reached his mask.

"well, I don't see her..." The woman purred, as if it would make him want her advances more.

Y/n stepped closer to the table, right behind the woman's chair.

"Turn around...!" she barked, her voice full of authority and anger, causing the woman to jump in her seat, letting go of Ghost's arm.

The woman slowly turned and looked at y/n from her boots to her hair, taking in the woman standing begkre her and glared daggers.

"...Now you see her!" y/n's voice was laced with a poisonous anger, and the woman just silently slipped away.

The 3 men looked at y/n with wide eyes, smirks playing on all of their faces.

"Now, where were we?" y/n sat down, as if nothing had happened, and took a large gulp of her beer, as she looked around the table to her 3 friends.

Ghost gave her a subtle nod as a thank you.

"I don't know what the other two are doing, but lass, you just gave me something to dream about tonight... That was hot" Soap chuckled jokingly.

"Oh piss off, Soap!" y/n rolled her eyes, but couldn't hold back a grin.

Soap smirked

"No no! I just learned it's called 'to go powder my nose'!"

#Ghost #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghostsoap #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #john soap mactavish #Soap #soap cod

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Permission

Chapter 8

(Chapter 7; Chapter 9)

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Impatient Little Kitten

Knock

Knock

Knock

No answer. Like usual.

Slowly you open it, peek inside. The door to the garden is opened, the hood from the plate of his dinner lays on the tray. Sukuna is nowhere to be seen. The moonlight and the night painting the room in a beautiful blue tone, while a fireplace in the corner next to his bed mixes it with a soft orange. You make your way inside and see, for the first time, what’s actually on his plate.

A raw heart, some fingers, some raw pieces of meat.

The friendly reminder that he is, in fact, a monster. But the addict has to consume her drug. The soft, cold breeze from outside sends the smell of iron and copper into your nose and you quickly turn away from the tray. The bed is empty, sheets laying in a mess. You walk towards the door, to see if he’s outside in the garden, when you notice another door to your left being open. It leads into a small corridor. Quietly you follow the dark passage until you reach another room. It has another fireplace, some furniture, a mirror and below a bowl with water. It kinda looks like a cozy bathroom. To your right another opened door, which leads outside. As quietly as you can you walk outside that door and onto a path that leads a way into some bushes and trees. The path looks well looked after and the bushes and trees too. Softly breathing into the cold air, creating small clouds of fog, you follow the path. Suddenly you hear a humming.

It’s your King.

You crouch down and carefully look between some high grass that’s been sitting to the left of the end of the path. Face going red as soon as you see him. Sukuna is humming a beautiful melody in his deep voice, while taking the first step into a natural bath. The water is steaming, fogging the air around him. Piles of bull skulls are laying around the edge of the water. Your King is naked and your gaze wanders from his face down to his broad, tattooed chest. Droplets of white fluid are splattered on his chest and abdomen, sparkling in the waters reflection of the moon. His abs move in sync with the step he makes, another tattoo on the side of his torso. Tracing your eyes along his v-line, they fall into the spot. Your cheeks heat up even more as you see not one, but two penises between his legs, sitting on top of each other, black ring tattoos decorate his shafts. They bounce softly as he takes another step into the water. The muscles of his thighs tense, the rings tattooed on his thighs contracting, as he sits down, submerging himself in the hot spring.

He exhales.

You try your best not to breathe too loud.

He’s beautiful.

You stare at him for a while, watch him relax in the hot water, his head laid back, rests in his neck. “Pspspspspspss” he suddenly says amused, without making a move.

What?

You stay silent.

“A little kitten followed me. It’s hiding behind the grass.“ he says, his bottom right eye opening and peeking right into your direction.

You gulp and carefully you stand up to show yourself. Heart racing as you knew you probably shouldn’t have done what you’ve done.

He’s watching you move forward with his bottom left eye. You make your way back to the path, glueing your eyes to your feet as you walk towards him. Standing beside him, nothing happens. He’s silent. You feel awkward until you hear him tap with his nails onto a stone on the edge of the water.

With hesitation, you kneel down beside him, your head still lowered, fiddling with your hands on the fabric of your kimono.

“So obedient now, unlike earlier.” he chuckles, grabbing your chin with his left hand, making you look down into his face.

”You listened to what I said last night. Was it entertaining for you?” he says in a mocking tone. “Did you like what you saw?” he grins, red orbs staring into yours. It weakens your mind.

“No.”

Sukuna smile fades. He just stares at you sternly, as his grip on your jaw grows tighter. Your heart is pounding.

“I hated the sight of her, my King” you pause, “However, I... I loved the sight of you.” You nervously pick into the fabric of the kimono as the blood rushes to your head again.

His index finger softly strokes along your jaw, as your hear him huff at what you just said, his head turning forward. After a pause, he lets his head fall into his neck, turning his face back towards you.

“Is that so?” A shit eating grin spreads on his face, painting soft wrinkles in the corners of his eyes.

God.

Sukuna lets go of your jaw before you can voice an answer and you watch him turning his head forward again, closing all of his eyes with a proud smirk on his face, spreading his arms across the rim. It’s probably best to let him bath in his pride, so you just sit quietly beside him, listening to his soft movements in the water. Slowly you’re getting cold, start to freeze a bit, breath being foggy. Sukuna seems to get inpatient, fiddling his nails together with his left hand, tapping on the stones with the right hand. His bottom pair of arms remain under water.

„Cut my hair.” he suddenly says.

„What?”

„The shears. From my chambers. Get them.“ he’s annoyed.

Before you can ask where exactly to find them, he glares all four of his eyes at you.

„Now!“ he orders.

You hurry up and back to his chambers, back into the cozy bathroom. Going through his drawers you see stuff like bottles, creams and incense sticks. You figure it actually smells really nice, but before your nose can make out their exact scents you luckily find the shears quickly and hurry back to the hot spring.

You’ve cut hair before, although the hair you cut was the hair of sheep and not human hair.

Well. How much of a human is he anyway?

Tapping back to him, he peeks at you with his bottom eye, nails still tapping on that stone. You seat yourself behind him. His head still laying on the rim behind him, it’s impossible for you to cut his hair in this position. Bending over, you hover over his face.

“Could you move your head, Master Sukuna?” you ask. His eyes open and look into yours. They look soft.

“What’s your name?” he asks out of nowhere, his voice so gentle. This man irritates you, but the way he spoke warms your heart. Cheeks heating up a bit.

“Y/N.”

“Y/N.” he repeats in a whisper, as rises his head, sitting up properly. Hearing him saying your name like that makes your heart jump.

“How short?” you ask.

The response you get is a rumble from his chest. You sigh, mustering the back of his head. Even though he’s sitting, he’s so tall, that you have to push yourself up while being on your knees to properly reach him. Having his head not dunked under water so far, his hair is still dry. Your fingers reach for the pink strands and it’s ... soft. So soft. Mustering his hair, running your fingers through it, inspecting the length of each part of his head, you figured it would be best, not to cut too much of it. You kind of like the length anyway. Nervously you take a strand from the nape, close your eyes and

cut.

The ripping sound of shears cutting hair hits both of your ears. You open your eyes again. Relieved to see that you cut exactly where you wanted to, you move your head to peek at his face. He’s calm, eyes are closed, breathing softly. You move back into position, running your fingers through his hair to cut the next strand. That way, you work yourself through the back of his head, only cutting small parts of the ends. Somehow, you enjoy cutting his hair. You enjoy it so much, you’re forgetting the cold air around you.

As you reach the crown of his head, you notice a soft sound. It’s coming from him.

He’s purring.

Your King dozed off, while you were working on his hair and he’s purring. A giggle builds up in your throat but you try your best to surpress it. Gently you run your fingers through his hair and give him a soft scratch at the top of his head. The purr gets louder. You smile to yourself and figure it would be best not too test it too much, so you move on cutting his hair.

The King of Curses likes head scratches.

Wondering if other girls know this detail about him or being allowed to cut his hair at all, you reach the top of his head. From your position, you can’t work any further now. You have to get in front of him. Leaning over to watch over his shoulder, thoughts run through your head.

His Torso is pretty broad, but I could stand above him.

There’s just one thing: Your Kimono sits tight, you can’t spread your legs wearing it. With your undergarment however, it would work.

Fuck it.

You undress yourself until you’re in your undergarment. The hadajuban is white and a light fabric and you don’t wear anything under that. It’s still cold outside. Quietly you step into the hot water, not wanting to wake up the monster. Carefully you take a big step over his torso, so that you’re standing over him. Looking down, you muster the parts of his torso that you can see under the water and you try not to think about his naked body that’s submerged in the water. But you do.

If I would sit down, my bare... would touch his...

You stare down with a red head, not noticing that Sukuna slowly opens his eyes. Staring at you.

“Like what you see?” his voice rips you out of thought. You clear your throat and try to remain calm, holding up the shears.

“I need to work on the front now, Master Sukuna.”

“Mhh” a rumble through his chest again, a grin spreading on his face, his eyes following you. Your nipples go hard from the cold and the thrill.

You take a step forward, to get better access to his hair, now being more nervous that he’s awake and you’re basically pushing your tits and hard nipples in front of his face. Underwater you feel his submerged hands get a hold of your ankles.

“I like what I see” he says in a low voice. He cocks his eyebrow as he’s tapping his nails on the stone again. You continue to to cut his hair.

Snip.

His gaze on your tits, make you nervous.

Snip.

He looks up. His gaze on your face, makes you nervous.

Snip.

You try to concentrate. His thumbs stroking soft circles on your ankles. It makes you nervous. Excited. Wet. Your heart is pounding.

Taking the last strand of his hair between your fingers, you notice it. There is it again. The energy of this man that’s just sucking you into his grip. The energy that makes your cunt drip from desire. The grip on your ankles growing tighter.

“You’re a virgin.” Snip.

His upper left arm moves to softly push away your garment with his nail, exposing your thigh. His eyes following his hands movements. Shivers running straight into your cunt. The fine hairs on your thigh stand up.

“Yes, my King” his movements making your head dizzy.

“I wasn’t asking.” he breathes arrogantly, his nails grazing the skin of your thigh, as he cocks his head to the side. The shear is still hovering over the last strand of hair that you’ve already cut. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears. The tension is driving you insane.

“Do you touch yourself?“ he asks in a low voice “With those little fingers of yours?” his eyes locked on the spot between your thighs.

“Yes, my King.” you breathe mindlessly.

“Picturing me?”

“Yes.” barely audible. Your knees getting weaker. Goosebumps all over your body. You start to freeze.

“I’m cold, Master Sukuna” you whisper.

Sukuna moves his body, leveling himself down between your thighs. The strand of his hair leaving your hands. With his upper right hand he moves the garment away that’s been covering your cunt.

Getting weaker.

Leaning in, he opens his mouth, places his tongue between your folds and gives it a single lick. His wet muscle gliding through your slick cunt sending warm and tingling sensations through your thighs and abdomen. His tongue collects the juice that has been pooling down there for this whole conversation. You look down at him. He looks up at you and sticks out his tongue for you to see yourself on him. Creamy wetness softly covering parts of his tongue, a black tattoo shining through it. He smacks his lips and swallows.

“So sweet” he hisses. “Like dessert.” his eyes flaring.

Your mind is clouded and without a thought you grab a fistful of his hair, unconsciously moving him back between your thighs.

“M-more” you whisper.

“More?” he repeats in a breath, mouthing against your clit. His hands grabbing your ass, as he pushes his nose gently against your sensitive nub.

“Ahh” you squeal. Your knees are about to collapse, your heart is pounding out of your chest. His hot breath at your clit make your fingers tug harder at his hair. Suddenly the shears fall from your left hand.

Splash. He stops.

Letting go of you, he leans back, his eyes shoot back up to you, glare at you. His gaze turns more serious.

“You want to order me around, kitten?” his nails scratch at the stone.

You need a second to bring your mind back into the present. Confused eyes look back at him. Sukuna looks annoyed again. But in all honesty, he’s tickling on your last nerve, too. The scratching on the stone annoys you. His constant change of behaviour annoys you. His toying annoys you. You need relief. Not from your fingers.

“No.” You watch his nails scraping, the sound hurting in your ear. “my apologies” you say like you don’t mean it.

“You better watch this pretty little mouth of yours, before I make better use of it.” he says in a serious tone.

Oh?

“Like you did with her? Her mouth didn’t seem to be of good use after all.”

His nail scratching so hard it leaves a trail in the stone. You notice his muscles tense up, his jaw clenching.

“You seemed to want me instead.” you say arrogantly.

His right hand shoots up, grabbing your neck tight. It hurts. Gasping for air you try to look at him. Sukuna leans forward, his face getting so close to yours, breaths mingling.

“You’re speaking for your tight little cunt. She’s aching for me every time I look at you. I can smell her every time I’m even near you. Pathetic!” he spits through his teeth, his hot breath against your face. “Are you so desperate for me to fuck you that you try to provoke me?” his grip grows tighter. The hands that been holding onto your ankles the whole time squeeze harder, nails scratching into your skin, releasing small clouds of blood into the water.

“Are you not?” you’re testing him. He huffs, head moves past your face to your ear.

“You really want me to fuck your tight little virgin holes, huh? Want me to drive my cocks so hard into you that you black out? Want me to make you mine and fuck you full of my cum?” he whispers aggressively, grazing your earlobe with his teeth. His harsh words and possessiveness shoot right between your thighs.

Yes.

“I want you to make me scream your name, my King. Make everyone know how good my King is making me feel. Make me yours.” you breathe as you try to lean your head against his face.

“Desperate little bitch” he growls as he yanks you away from him, making you almost fall into the water. He leans back again with a challenging glare. Red eyes glowing behind broad pupils and you notice his breath has quickened, deepened. Tattoos rising and falling on his bare, wet chest. His radiating energy so hungry. Your hands lay over the aching part of your neck, while you stare back at him. The air around you thick with tension, your heart is pounding. It almost feels like the surrounding area darkens, only you and him. Only your breaths being audible, so hot and cold at the same time. Aroused. His stare so intense, it almost scares you.

Almost.

Two taps of his nails on the stone and with a smug smile on your face you hurry out of the water, running back to the shrine on the cold path. The adrenaline in your body erasing the freezing air around you. Your naked feet run as fast as you run into his chambers, through the corridor into his bedroom. Undressing yourself on the last meters before you jump on his huge bed. It’s soft and you bury your face into his sheets. It smells like blood and sex and musk.

Laying on your stomach, you pull your leg up to get better access. Better access for your hand to reach down into your folds, for your little fingers to dip into your wetness.

You need him.

You moan into the sheets as you hear heavy footsteps walking across the corridor. You peek up, only seeing his huge shadow appear in the doorframe. Sukuna is walking into the moonlight and then you see them. His cocks are hard. Both of them. His dry patted skin glistening in the moonlight, his pectoral muscles softly bouncing under his footsteps. Sukuna’s muscular appearance, the sight of his tattoos and cocks make you clench on your fingers. He’s slowly walking towards the bed, as he reaches for his dicks with his bottom right arm, slowly stroking them. A hungry look on his face, eyes shining through the darkness of the night, as you pull your leg up a little more, arch your back a little more, presenting your ass and cunt to him.

A low chuckle fills the room, as he cocks his head to the side with a smirk, furrowing his brow. “Such an impatient little kitten.”

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TW // None?

“Careful, she is very different from what you’ll remember her from. Quieter.”

I heard the man in the dining room of this small vintage manor speak and a few mumbles following. My fingers dragging over an open book of photos in the hallway. Barely skimming over the old, withering photos of the couple who lived here and a child that I have yet to see.

The boy looked like a wild spirit to deal with. His brown hair, messy in each one with at least a twig in his hair in each photo. Bright green eyes that look so happy to be in each taken photo with a big smile in each one.

Was this their son? Grandchild?

Gently flipping a page of the photo book over, I slowly skimmed down the many photos of the people in it. Seeing how their memories taken in by a single photograph captured the happy days, the sad days and the frustrating days. Showed even the smallest detail in one single moment. A single flash.

“What do you want us to do?” I heard the lady of the house ask while I flipped another page in the photo book. Doubling back when I saw a picture of two, identical Astartes.

Both were painted red and dark silver with a big pair of horns curving upward from their helmets. Their armor, branded with unknown symbols and sharp, silver edges. Old, weird… scriptures hanging from their horned pauldrons. The top part of a parchment wrapping around a chain connecting from a small horn to horn on their pauldron. Holding the scripture’s securely in place along with 2-3 humanoid skulls hanging on a chain that crosses their chestpiece.

Word Bearers, I tap my finger on the dusty photo. There was something about these two Astartes like I known them before, but I don’t recall ever coming close to a Word Bearer.

Perhaps, I’ve seen them around? Astartes are known to travel far. I thought, lifting my fingers up from the book and rubbed the dust off of them. The smooth-like texture combining with my skin.

No, that doesn’t seem right. I feel like I knew their names. What they liked to do, and what they didn’t like to do. They were… friendly. A mirth to be around when they came around.

I stared back down at the picture, trying to decipher the Word Bearers in the picture. Their green visors glowing dimly underneath the layer of dust covering the photo. I know these Astartes. Their names are on the tip of my tongue, yet nothing pops up in my mind. Like I never truly known them before, but I do. I do know them.

A deep coo down the hallway catches my attention as I turn to look. Seeing one of the Word Bearers in the picture leaning down to get through the archway without catching his horns on it.

Why do they seem so familiar?

Another coo sounds out behind me while I turn to look at the other Word Bearer. Their green visor glowing brighter in the dim hallway than it did in the photo as I looked between the two. Unsure what their motives would be.

Did they know me, when I didn’t know them?

The first one that appeared cooed again, quieter this time as if I was a skittish little thing to them and stopped a few of their paces in front of me. Extending his gauntlet out down to my level.

I looked up and down between him and his gauntlet. Still unsure, but admired the symbols branded into his armor for where I stood, big and small. I wanted to touch the symbols, skim my fingers across his plating. See if they were carved in or goldwork, but it didn’t seem like a good idea to get close to those silver, sharp edges of his armor.

The Word Bearers softly thrums almost as if he encourages my thought to touch his gauntlet. My eyes looking up to him in questioning. Did he really want me to touch him and his strange symbols?

He tilts his head, his horns nearly taking off a picture on the wall and whirs quietly. Seeming like he was agreeing to my strange, unspoken question to him.

Slowly, I reached my hand forward for his and watched him closely for any denial of his encouragement as he stays still like a brick. Never moving when I reached for him. Never moving when I placed my hand into his red gauntlet, carefully avoiding the sharp edges while I just felt how smooth the armor really was.

Dragging my fingers around the carved symbols in his cold armor. I completely threw my logic out the window. Becoming endorsed with carefully tracing the edges and tiny symbols of detail into the palm of his armor. A little shiver going through him.

I feel like I have done this before.

The Word Bearers lightly purrs and slowly steps forward a little more as I look at the size difference of my hand and his armored one. My hand lying flat in the palm of his gauntlet, barely covering up anything within his.

Then the Word Bearer moves his hand, shifting his gauntlet in my hands as I flinch away from it. Taking me out of my admiration while the other Word Bearer rumbles lowly behind me. My head turning to look at the other Word Bearer for a moment while the two seemed to quietly talk to one another in their language.

I flinched again when I felt his cool gauntlet cup my jawline. Though, not as harshly as when I did the first time when he moved his gauntlet. My hand coming up to grab the thumb of his gauntlet. Stopping him from pulling away.

That split action felt….

Looking between him and his gauntlet again. I slowly inched my way closer to his gauntlet. Hesitant, but wanting that same feeling again. My cheek pressing against his cold plating, the scent of petrichor pulling me in and before I knew it, I was nuzzling against his gauntlet. Enjoying the steady feeling it gave me and his musky scent between his armor plates.

Oh, this-

This feels nice.

A little, surprised sound left me when the Word Bearer swiftly picked me up in his arms and lifted me up to his chest. My hands carefully finding a spot on his pauldron that I could hold on to without messing up his scriptures and chain placement while I looked down at his green visor. Coos, and purrs leaving their bigger forms as they took me somewhere else inside of the manor.

“Welcome back, little love.” One of them hums, accent thick with Arabic. The one holding me carefully nuzzling into my stomach as we enter a room. A nest of sorts.

#story #introduction #warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry sentience #fanfiction #x reader #reader insert #space marine #space marine x reader #adeptus astartes #adeptus astartes x reader #word bearers #no name for you yet #can’t put Arabic down in here #no they not gettin laid #just cuddles #rewrote this thing twice

[llamagoddessofficial]

Hey, how would the siren guys react to a whale shark mc? Heheee, :0 (whale shark face) fella

HEEEE

Sans: Since whale sharks are filter feeders, she's technically a mermaid!

I imagine that a whale shark Mc is incredibly chill and relaxed. She's very big, very beautiful, and very friendly... adult whale sharks don't really have anything to fear, so she's easygoing and sweet-natured with pretty much everyone.

She thinks he's handsome, and very smart. Orca would only pose a realistic threat to her if they approached in a big group, but he's alone- she's not even slightly worried. She asks him about life as a predator, his adventures around the world, she dreams of seeing the poles but she's not built for staying in cold water. He entertains her with stories of the arctic.

... Sans isn't used to encountering mermaids who aren't terrified of him. He isn't used to encountering sirens who aren't terrified of him. She talks to him like he's a normal person, engages with him... it actually makes him less insane and murderous, as it's the first time he's been treated like a person since his pod died. He naturally becomes deeply attached to her... she's delighted he wants to keep her company and she welcomes his presence. They're 'best friends' that travel around together. It's good that she's a filter feeder, because though he'd absolutely kill for her, he has no need to.

Red: Red loves a big beautiful lady. This is one of the fundamental laws of the universe. The bigger the better- and she's literally the biggest shark out there. What's not to love? He's head over heels. His only regret is that they can't seriously play fight, because she could probably snap him in half. That's hot- but it would be inappropriate in public.

She loves his attention. Sure, Sans is handsome, but... well, Red is literally the ideal by shark standards. Being a filter feeder doesn't make her resistant to his scars, his teeth, his charms. She giggles when he calls her majestic, she flushes when he says he'd like to sightsee coral reefs with her. But she doesn't really take his flirting seriously. She thinks he'd want a girlfriend who's more aggressive, an apex like him- someone with more 'bite'. She's seen how feisty female tiger sharks are. She's not like that.

Sans is absolutely seething that this asshole is trying to steal his girlfriend. They're regularly at each other's throats when her back is turned. It's very easy for her to break up their fights, though, since she physically overpowers them both.

Skull: Pretty similar to Sans, in respect to Mc being sweet and friendly has the dual effect of calming him down but also driving him kinda wild for her. Whale sharks do occasionally make dives to deeper water, so it makes sense their paths would cross.

He's enraptured. She's like a big, friendly angel, her pattern is literally rays of sun. He wants to be near to someone who isn't afraid of him. He's a little heartbroken he can't bring her food gifts, since they don't eat the same way, but pebbles still work. And he's deeply impressed by how much plankton/krill she can eat in one go.

Though the difference between them isn't as intense as it is with leaf sheep Mc, she's still a very pelagic creature, and he's a very NOT pelagic creature. She's fascinated by his completely alien, deep-sea biology. Lots of her being delighted by his light shows.

#llamagines #siren sanses #mc breaks up a fight between red and sans by grabbing their arms and literally pulling them apart #red makes everything worse by saying “harder” #days since sans has tried to tear out red's liver: 0

[sun-stricken]

Some ideas for you! Take your pick!

Gray frequents the infirmary the most. In one of my ideas lately, after thinking about iced shell, maybe ice make makes the body a bit more…prone to cracking? Maybe he bruises easy and gets a lot of head wounds. It’s why he’s always in bandages longer. I like the idea of Porlyusica getting sick of him.

Team Natsu/the guild/slayers taking care of him, even when he doesn’t realise it. (Against pervs, against himself, maybe people are a bit racist (with him being not from Fiore).

Gray gets sad sometimes and dissociates.

Gray has night terrors so he has sleeping pills, but on missions he also has caffeine tablets to keep him awake so he doesn’t have terrors around them. Safe to say, they aren’t happy when they find this.

Lucy asks Gray about where he’s from, traditions etc, and the guild realises he might be homesick so they secretly try to learn things for him. (Over the years they’ve picked up swear words (Gray doesn’t realise he’s doing it and they’ve never told him))

Gray’s actually quite touch starved. His body temperature is cold so most people stay away/ don’t touch him (but don’t realise they’re doing it). The only one who can stand is Natsu because of his magic. Maybe it gets worse after becoming a slayer.

…also do you take spicy requests?

you cant just give me all these amazing concepts and tell me to pick☹️ i will do a little for all of them if it kills me

Also yes! i absolutely do take nsfw requests! feel free to ask me anything! im surprised it took so long to ask me that tbh

there is a lot here so vv

1.

* Hes the single reason why the guild infirmary is always having to restock

* Due to Grays multiple usages of iced shell some of his body did turn to ice, most sections of his bones, it looks like a normal bones but it acts like ice, which means hes more likely to break a bone

* unfortunately, its not like a normal broken bone for obvious reasons. itll splinter and have hairline cracks all over the bones before it breaks.

* It takes less time to heal than a normal break, he just has to get it wrapped and limit his usage of his magic so it can ‘heal’ (as in, ice it over again) the breaks and cracks. It takes less time to heal and also less pressure to break, win lose situation tbh

* Which is also why head wounds are especially dangerous for him, skull fractures are more common for him than anyone would like, which is to say any at all

* His external body temperature is low and causes him to bruise like a peach, getting a friendly slap on the back can cause him to bruise for weeks, especially from Erza

* bro hasnt gone a day without a bruise in like ten years

* Hes been dragged to Porlyusica so many times now that anytime she sees him (on the field, in her office, even completely out of context and hes not visibly injured) its like second nature to check him out first

* if she could go a month, or even just two weeks! without seeing him she might consider changing her views on humanity (probably not but its the thought that counts)

* Also Gray has small sections of what people think is frostbite on his hands and feet. It doesnt hurt or limit him at all but theyre there, showed up some time post devil slayer magic

* ALSO! His blood runs slower and is darker due to his low body temperature, causes him only the vaguest of problems but its a thing (this is common in most powerful ice wizards)

2.

* Gray likes to pretend hes good at taking care of himself, but hes not hes really not

* Luckily he has a lot of nosy and protective friends thatll do it for him (in their own ways)

* Natsu literally temperature exploding some guys glass at a bar when he got wayyyy too friendly and handsy with Gray

* they were kicked out but he was really proud of himself

* Rogue drawing shadows towards Gray if he needs to sleep and its too bright, or Sting creating a warm light beam when its dark out and Gray wants to embrace his inner cat and sleep in a sunbeam

* Wendy checking him over first bc she knows hes one of the people who wouldnt ask for help if he was injured

* hes had multiple people physically remove him from fights/training sessions because he was visibly pushing himself way too hard

* Part of the reason Gray learned Fioren so fast was because he was sick of people looking at him like he was stupid for not speaking ‘right’

* he mentioned this to the little slayer group they got goin on and from then on out they were like, hella hyper vigilant with anything that could make him insecure like that again

3.

* It really scared him the first couple times he did it, it still does. He hates losing time

* It started happening during his time with Ur, he cant remember a lot of it, training, blink, fighting, blink, training, blink, training, you get the idea

* It doesnt happen often, and he tried not to think of it past the point of trying to get it to stop

* Its happens often when hes highly stressed but theres no immediate physical threat, his brain doesnt understand whats going on or why its so stressed but knows he doesnt need to physically protect himself yet so it mentally protects him (if that makes sense), usually when hes alone, or when a threat is gone

* he confided in Erza about this once, and now more times than not when he ‘wakes up’ shes there talking to him

* only part he feels is good about it is that it makes him exhausted and lets him sleep easier

* He doesn’t usually dissociate often, not that he has much of a choice, if he did it wouldnt happen at all, but it was a lot worse when he was younger, his memories of early fairy tail are all blurry and he felt like he was on autopilot even when he was ‘awake’

* he hates it

4.

* After his team found out abt his vast array of pharmaceuticals they were so confused and concerned and probably borderline paranoid, because who needs that many medications for one person??

* Gray had been taking sleeping pills at a high enough dose to let him have a dreamless sleep for so long that most over the counter brands dont actually work on him

* but he kept all the old bottle that didnt work just in case he got desperate to sleep and they suddenly magically worked again

* The caffeine tablets were self explanatory after seeing all the sleeping meds, but he also (unwillingly) admitted he takes them on missions so he wouldnt wake them if he had a nightmare, and also for days when they were especially bad so he could go long enough without sleep hed just crash and sleep with no issues. Canr have a nightmare if you dont sleep

* His team was also extremely unimpressed by these explanations

* Erza and Natsu (and also Happy) strong armed him into going to Porlyusica for actual helpful solutions since he refused to go to his actual doctor

* While Lucy and Wendy disposed of the full fucking pharmacy (seriously, he coulda started a business or smth) he had in his bedroom

* For some odd reason he felt lighter and less moody when he was on actual helpful medication and was getting genuine rest

* how strange

* and if his team checks his house for another pharmacy in the making thats nobodies business but theirs

* Also Erza tried to ban Gray from caffeine while on a quest , or at least limit it, but he looked at her like she was absolutely batshit crazy to the point she got embarrassed and had to retract the ban

* But she will tie him to the bed to make him sleep on quests if she has to

5.

* The first time Lucy asked where Gray was from was before Galuna, he ended up giving her a shady answer and redirecting the question to her (reminder, before galuna, before phantom lord) which she ended up also being a bit cagey about so she let it go

* But Lucy is nosy (endearing) by nature, so she asked if he had any different holiday type traditions sometime after Galuna, and to the surprise of, well, literally everyone, he did and gave examples

* which lead down a rabbit hole of the guild fretting a bit abt how to make him comfortable (even though hed been with them for a decade) bc he mentioned he used to be really homesick the first couple years, and sometimes still is

* Most the guild still had no clue where he was from so they were really just running in circles for awhile

* Levy tried to figure it out from the time he accidentally dropped, what she assumed to be colorful curse words, random foreign language bits

* didnt really work but she tried

* so for months he was bombarded with ‘subtle’ questions about his hometown and its culture, which got shut down most the time

* Thats not to say he didnt give them anything, he gave them enough that they were incorporated into existing traditions and holidays they already celebrated

* it was a very sweet gesture that Gray absolutely did not tear up at, so shut up—

6.

* Gray is the most touch starved fool on the planet. ive always loved the idea of him liking touch a lot

* He grew up in a pretty affectionate family, his parents were always around to ruffle his hair, or hug, or hold his hand, or carry him, they were just very physically affectionate and he enjoyed it

* With it made him nauseous, guilty really, because Ur and Lyon were also physically affectionate but it wasnt them, it wasnt his family

* Also it was plain uncomfortable at times, part of learning ice magic was to almost numb himself to cold, but in the beginning numbed him to everything and it became uncomfortable to be touched because it was tingly and it hurt

* Early Fairy Tail he was completely closed off, couldnt stand being touched, didnt want to get cozy and make friends because he planned to leave anyways.

* Ice mages (Fire mages also) temperatures can fluctuate depending on how they feel, for example, if they’re experiencing negative emotions their temperature and the space around them will get colder

* and Gray used to be so angry and upset all the time, and hed just beginning to learn magic so he didnt know how to fix it yet, which caused a lot of discomfort for people.

* People didnt stay around him long because the discomfort of being too cold, and what was he gonna do about it? ask them to come back?? hell no

* So he gained a reputation and people didnt want to disrespect a volatile childs apparent boundaries so they didnt question it

* He was fine with fighting being the only real prolonged touch hed get, totally

* But Natsus got this thing about him that makes him think he can do the impossible, which includes shaking Grays world view and comfort levels

* At some point in their teens Natsu would not let go of the alleged fact that Grays didnt like being touched for some reason, so he did what he does best and pressed the issue

* it ended with Gray being a puddle in his lap while he had a crisis about everything he thought he knew about himself while Natsu celebrated his victory against him

* Its not completely public knowledge but the guild most definitely knows at least a little about how much Gray is touch starved

* he doesnt openly welcome it with open arms but if its happening and he trusts the person hes not gonna say no

* he probably gets a euphoria high from a head pat or smth

* After getting his devil slayer magic is absolutely got worse, having two powerful ice magics, one of which he was still struggling to get the hang of, in one body made it difficult to control the temperature around him, and after long enough people would start shivering if he wasnt careful

* it sucked, totally and completely sucked

* Natsu still remained unbothered and would increase his own temperature to counterbalance Grays, which helped a lot

* he still gets all up in Grays space no matter how much Gray tell him to fuck off, he knows he needs it

#god that was a lot #fairy tail #gray fullbuster #you can tell where i started losing my grip on what i was doing #sun strickens ft #fairy tail headcanons #natsu dragneel #erza scarlet #lucy heartfilia #sun stricken answers #wendy marvell #rogue cheney #sting eucliffe #porlyusica #shes the real star for putting up with grays weekly visits #fairy tail happy #every hc i have for gray makes me want to put him in a psychiatric hospital #touch starved gray has my heart #i adore ts gray and natsu #that last section was a little sad so i gave you some cute ones with it #as a treat #say thank you #slash jay

[capturecharlesau]

Captured Charles Bios: Sven Svensson

Nicknames: Svenie, My angel my world (PERSONALLY ONLY BY RHM)!

Born in the late 1980’s like 1988 somewhere

Age: He’s somewhere in the mid-30’s

Sexuality: Homosexual

Pronouns: He/him

Nationality: He was born in Sweden 🇸🇪 in the city Stockholm

Simplified explanation of his past:

When Sven was born he was in a very traditional Swedish family by his father Magnus Svensson and his mother Annika Svensson and his little brother Caleb and his big sister Kathy! For the first few years Sven happily played with his little brother and his parents were loving to their three kids!

Magnus and Annika loved Sven and Caleb a lot and the big sister Kathy was jealous of them a lot and didn’t think it was FAIR!! And Kathy had here own demons, sneaking out, being in the wrong crowd of people who eventually pressured her to kill her family saying “they don’t care” about her when clearly they do they are trying their best to show love to all their kids!

When Sven turns 9 he heard something at night and he got up from his bed to check it out… he was horrified….his mother and father dead….his little lifeless brother…..dead Kathy only needed to KILL SVEN and as soon as Sven realizes he’s NEXT-…..he ran away running for his life in the the middle of a snowstorm!

The little boy Sven was so hungry and couldn’t see anything he collapsed on the ground shaking almost freezing to DEATH with his eyes open and his nervous system almost shutting down….. then a 20 year old Aussie was hidden in an alley from the cops when he saw a little blonde boy collapse he couldn’t bare to leave him there and so he warmed Sven back up with a fire and pumped his chest to make him come back alive again and Sven immediately cried to him and RHM decided to take the boy with him in the Toppat clan…

RHM was very much a jerk back then but he REALLY cares for Sven despite Terrence not liking the “brat” but played along since he had a crush on RHM!

Fast forward to the last year of Terrence’s reign and thanks to Sven…. RHM found his true love for Reginald…. See Terrence in a fit of RAGE he was about to HIT Sven (the 10 year old boy) with a METAL BAT a that could have KILLED HIM but Reginald stepped in took the BEATING to protect Sven! (That hit made Reginald’s skull crack a bit) but RHM was so SHOCKED AND SCARED for his little boy and he SAW HOW BRAVE REGINALD was…. He protected his son…his only son Sven…. And that’s when RHM realized…. Reginald is right and Terrence needs to be STOPPED….

Once Reginald killed Terrence and married RHM he was told he’s gonna be the next leader and that made Sven so happy that he made his papa’s proud!

He has a complicated history with Burt since they were young and Burt is super possessive off Sven and he’s SO OVER IT!! …not that he likes it the more time passes…

Sven and Burt are both boyfriends and ever since Burt lost his “father” Terrence and was receiving disrespect and unfairness he might have pushed his problems onto Sven and that’s why Sven bickers a lot with him! (Eventually they will both see that they are hurting each other…)

Terrence was then freed from his painting in 2022 in October

Personality:

Sven is somewhat egotistical and a jerk but when it comes to people he loves he’s very friendly and funny! He’s cowardly sometimes like his poppa Reg BUT has a BIG TEMPER like his Vater (father) RHM! He’s also a genius and he likes making blueprints for Burt on inventions and that’s why Sven and Burt love each other in the first place because of how smart they both are together hehe! Sven sassy and sarcastic sometimes but he still has a big heart for his family and would do anything to help them! He suffers from the syndrome of “I don’t wanna express my feelings” like his father RHM who also has the same mentality!

Habits/Hobbies:

Sven has a favorite Swedish band named ABBA and also a Swedish artist named Calvin Harris lol

He like Reginald, RHM, and Burt … Sven likes to smoke when he’s anxious

He has a habit of bringing a mirror everywhere he goes to check himself! He really focuses a lot on his beauty since Sven is pretty and handsome!

He’s intelligent and is often found experimenting with Pollo by @00lari00 and Burt

He has a habit of never knowing when to stop working (like Allwork) Sven being the next Toppat is in training and is seen doing a LOT of paper work!

This is obvious but Sven being Swedish he has a really thick Swedish accent and when he speaks he pronounces the “W’s” as “V’s” hehe

Sven always gets stressed induced stomach aches whenever he’s stressed or in a panic mode it’s a condition

Powers/Abilities:

(SPOILER)

I will update this on his powers once Sven shows it which is actually real soon in the epilogue…

Other facts:

Sven’s color that represent him is blue AND yellow!

His eye color is dark blue with a hint of yellow in his eyes! Like this!

This is what Sven looked like 15-25

This is what Sven looks like below 12 years old

Relationships:

Sven and Burt are dating! It’s a bit er….complicated but once they work out their problems they will soon be a healthy relationship!

He LOVES his family Reginald especially poppa RHM! He also LOVES his brother Jay by @jaytoons7 and cares about him deeply! The two brothers will always look out and take care of each other!

He’s BEST FRIENDS with Pollo by @00lari00 and with Burt the three make SCARY SCIENCE STUFF AND BE MAD SCIENTISTS TOGETHER HEHEHEHE!

Favorite food:

Swedish food especially SurstrÖmming (which is fermented herring) and some Swedish candy especially Swedish fish (which is delicious :))

Likes:

Science, reading books, working, and his country Sweden 🇸🇪 which Sven can be QUITE patriotic sometimes lol and being an overachiever hahaha

Dislikes:

STUFF THAT WASTES HIS TIME, not being able what to do, insulting his culture, and being “not pretty” he takes care of his face a lot! (Foreshadowing?…. 👀)

#thsc #the henry stickmin collection #henry stickmin collection #captured!charles au #sven svensson

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

Okay one last ask, this time a bit more coherent. I was going to write about how disappointed I was with how hordak was handled, how much potential he had to show cult trauma (which was passed over to catra via the chipping episode) which could've paralleled Adora realising she's not a weapon but a person, to help the resistance thanks to his previously established extensive experience commanding Prime's fleet (but no, gotta have catra tap into the hive mind) and show that the clones were taught to be evil and didn't start out that way (but no, let's just introduce a nameless clone who's there mostly for comic relief) but I won't do that. Even though I'm salty that his defect was completely forgotten about and the villain we've had for 4 seasons spent most of season 5 offscreen.... I won't. It's an essay for another time.

Instead, I'll just point out the moments which, in hindsight, made me realise just how little SPOP cares about the original material or the story it was supposed to be telling:

One of the first eps of season 1 shows a multitude of silhouettes of different princesses. We only see a few of them (why tease them if they'll never show up on screen?)

Adora's friendship with Swift Wind is underutilised and he's mostly shoved to the sidelines

Sea Hawk

The war isn't being taken seriously (something which you've brilliantly discussed before)

Nate doesn't bother to explain what Gray Skull even IS until a brief moment in s5 where it turns out to be the name of Mara's rebellion cell or something. It was literally a second which I almost missed.

Adora's arc about finding her family and potential hinting at Adam and the extended MOTU universe is dropped.

The princesses don't act like processes and are barely even friends with each other.

The theme of "friendship conquers all" is quickly dropped as the princesses stop seeming sympathetic (cough, mermista and perfuma) and friendly with each other. At the end of s5 they had a great opportunity to parallel the s1 finale, but nah, gotta make it all about catra.

Micah, a former KING and magician of great power, spending s5 as either an awkward dad or chipped so that catra wouldn't face any consequences for killing Angella.

Sorry, who? Angella? Yknow, the one Catra killed in s3 and whose death haunted all of s4 and which was never discussed again in s5.

Entrapta getting more shit from the alliance than catra or scorpia put together despite being responsible for less bad stuff and the show still trying to gaslight us into thinking the princesses are her friends.

Worldbuilding? What worldbuilding?

^^ (i have nothing more to add)

#spop critical #spop #spop salt #spop criticism #spop discourse #she ra #anti catradora #anti catra #anti c//a #anti spop #antic//a #anticatra #anticatradora

[obscurecharactershowdown]

Group E Round 4

[image ID: the first image is of No Significant Harassment, a shadowy figure standing behind a sleeping pink-red, fox-like creature. their green hands seem to be holding up the floating creature. the second image is of Shrimp, a black creature with a blue and white collar. he has bright white eyes, 4 spindly legs, a long tail, and an oblong head. end ID]

No Significant Harassment

They're just a silly little guy. A jokester. Significant harassment if you will. Anyway, a more in depth run down: They're a city sized supercomputer built by a Buddhist adjacent society to figure out how to transcend the 'Great Cycle' (semi-metaphorical cycle of death and rebirth) in a safer way than the previous method (submerging oneself in the 'void sea' which is a mysterious golden liquid that dissolves whatever it touches). Despite being built for this express purpose NSH never really shows a pressing interest in ascension, even cracking jokes about those who are still looking for a solution. Whether this is due to indifference, dislike of, or humor to cope with being unable to ascend is not clear and really up to interpretation. Example: NSH: I wish them super good luck in that endeavor. How is it going to happen? Have the overseers gnaw through bedrock until their entire can crashes down in the void sea? BSM: Please be respectful when speaking of the Void Sea. Grey Wind, where did you hear this? CW: I really shouldn't say. He's going to attempt some sort of breeding program. Thought you might want to know. NSH: Haha with the slimers, lizards and etceteras? Surely the answer was in a lizard skull all along! He's very flippant, but does care very intensely for those close to him. NSH: Moon? It's me again. NSH: I do not know if you are receiving these. Please signal in any way you can. NSH: I need to talk to you. I need to know you're okay. NSH: … NSH: Its difficult for us to assist you over this distance. NSH: Even more difficult for us to do anything in the midst of these tantrums. NSH: Were going to try everything that we can. NSH: Just hold on a little longer. (Context for previous convo: They genetically engineered a super organism of a slugcat (the species you play as in Rain World) to help reset his coworker/sibling after her collapse and restart her systems. He was so desperate to fix her that he accidentally messed up the slugcat's (Hunter) genetic code and as a result it became riddle with the Rot (relatively similar to aggressive cancer) :( which parallels his other coworker/siblings condition who also has the rot. ) He canonically uses he/they pronouns too! Nonbinary swag! NSH has major internet troll vibes. He has sent a data pearl of "something distasteful" to his neighbors on several(?) occasions and causes chaos. If he had access to the wider internet he'd probably be an influencer So…yeah! Vote NSH this website likes the allure of heavy machinery and stuff like that so… there you go. Kind of a blorbo. End post.

Shrimp

Ok so Shrimp is public enemy #1 and I love him. He's the funny little guy you see on your loading screen during the game who you don't think much of until eventually you find an asylum on one of the floors of the Upturned Inn and oops! Shrimp is there! And you need to free him to progress, which Ik is alarmed by even though you can also just tell him you didn't see/free Shrimp. You can put a collar on this little guy to make him look snazzy, despite how little he's with you. On the floors where he's friendly he kind of just follows you around, so you get to have a little buddy for parts of the game! He's basically just your pet dog who may or may not be severely dangerous. And by may or may not I mean a definite yes he is, because he turns aggressive when he gets especially hungry. He can eat the food objects scattered around, though, so that's avoidable! He can also stay with you for nice little elevator rides, which does concern Ik, but it works out! until he starts trying to attack you but if you don't feed your dog then I don't care if it attacks you [additional propaganda 1] [additional propaganda 2] [additional propaganda 3]

#obscurecharactershowdown #obscure poll #group e round 4 #no significant harassment #rain world #shrimp the upturned #the upturned

[dutiful-wildcraft]

Pack 141 Drabbles - Late Night Snack

Tags: monster au, ghost x f!oc (if you squint), vampire!ghost, eventual poly 141, eventual 141 x f!oc, eventual 141 x m!oc, this is just a fun lil drabble for now

Summary: Task Force 141, a specialized team made up of a myriad of creatures, find themselves in the presence of an unusual woman. Paloma, a soft girl with unusual luck and a scent that has certain monsters feigning for her blood, is taken into their custody for safe keeping. At least until they can figure out just what she is.

Paloma, bless her, does her best to be friendly with Ghost. But it seemed despite her efforts, the towering vampire wanted nothing to do with her. She knew she could be a chatty thing, she got in trouble in school plenty for it.

She had been tickled when Soap had met her energy, chattering with her animatedly. Gaz didn't talk quite as much, but at least he hummed in acknowledgement, asked the occasional question to show he was still listening, watched her with warm and interested eyes as she spoke.

Ghost. Ghost just stared at her.

Red brown eyes watched her with harsh indifference through the hollow sockets of his mask if she so much as turned his direction.

She tried not to take it personally, really, but couldn't help herself when she watched Soap talk with him so easily.

The mohawked fae was more talkative than she was….and yet….

She had convinced herself to quit trying, to tuck tail a bit and give the man space before his patience truly ran out with her.

She had buried away her disappointment and trudged along, holding back the incessant need to speak aloud to the man when he was near her.

Naturally she couldn't stop completely.

She still greeted him daily, only now her cheery morning greetings to the man shifted into something more quiet. Softer. To show that she wasn't trying to push him, she just genuinely wanted him to have a good morning.

He never replied.

But she continued the small morning ritual anyway.

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One late night while curled in her designated room of the 141 barracks, Paloma tossed and turned. The growling in her belly had become too much for her to bare in the wee hours of the night.

After waring with herself briefly, she shuffled out of bed poking her head into the dark hallway to check for others before slinking out and traversing to the small kitchen.

She keeps her steps light, using the dim lights seeping out from under neighboring doors to guide her.

Once to her destination, she rifles about as quietly as she can, poking around with only the flashlight on her phone to avoid alerting anyone else to her late night snacking.

She finally spots her target along the very top shelf of the otherwise dreary cabinet.

The red lidded container full of creamy peanut buttery gold.

It shall be hers.

She hauls a chair over to reach, setting it down gently and clambering onto it with careful steps.

She reaches, fingers oh so close to the clear plastic treasure, but not close enough.

She huffs, recalibrating her efforts before using the chair to climb fully onto the counter, balancing precariously as she holds her phone in one hand, using the other to finally, finally, snag the jar-

The light flicks on.

Paloma freezes. Waits. The whole 2.5 seconds worth of silence to much for her to bare as she cranks her head around comically slow.

Had he been donning the full mask she probably would have shit herself.

In the doorway stands Ghost, dressed in plain black cotton sweats and t-shirt, a simple black balaclava tugged over his features. Had it not been for his familiar red-brown eyes she wouldn't have recognized him without the hardshell skull he usually donned.

He remained stock still as he looked up at her. Eyes tired...but with a slight crinkle at the edges....

He looked almost amused.

Paloma blinks the thought away as quickly as it appears. Her eyes darting around the kitchenette nervously.

She probably could have turned the light on.

"Just needed a little somethin'..." she giggled nervously, shifting to avoid his stare after he met her again with silence.

And there he remained, arms crossed. Watching her awkwardly scrabble down from the counter, stubbornly clutching her peanut butter jar.

"M'sorry if I woke you…” she floundered, rifling through excuses as to why she was there, mouth opening and closing before she hurriedly settled on an abrupt “I'll be off now.” dragging the chair back in place and skittering out the door when he side stepped to clear her path.

Ghost had begun to move again when she came hustling back into the kitchen, a pink tinge to her cheeks as she slipped past him again, head down and eyes forward as she dove into a drawer desperately searching for the blasted spoon she had left behind in her panic.

"sorry, sorry, sorry" she rambles in apology. Scuttling past him again with her eyes averted.

She exits the kitchen, her hand jerking around the doorway to flip the lightswitch off instinctively. Leaving the masked man in darkness. She makes it two steps into the hallway-

"FUCK"

She flings herself around the corner, desperately fumbling at the wall until the light flips on again.

"SORRY" she says again for good measure.

Paloma walks so fast back to her room that she might as well have had smoke coming off of her feet.

She dives under the covers, now too nervous to dive into her treat. Instead she lays back down, staring at the ceiling until her heartbeat slows.

It never occurs to her that the vampire had no reason to be in the kitchen in the first place.

#Paloma and ghost are just having a hell of a time #i promise he doesnt hate her #au: pack 141 #monster au #oc: paloma hadley #simon riley x oc #simon riley x f!oc #simon ghost riley #call of duty #wildcraft writing #drabbles