#we're probably going for the goth nerd

[romantichore]

really annoying that i'm here trying to live my life, chill and read some interactive fiction video game while being normal about it, and suddenly there's a tall not-entirely-human-man to ruin everything

this is going to consume me isn't it

#virgil speaks #fictif #last legacy #sage lesath #i was like eh cat people not my thing #we're probably going for the goth nerd #then oh. oh no #i suspect i'm about 20 years late to the fandom but ayy

[roadkillremi]

The New Freak Episode 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings : Mentions Death, Language

Summary : A Goth/Rock girl(she's 18), her dad, and Stepmom move to Hawkins. She easily becomes friends with the local metalhead

Part 2

The clock ticking in the front of the classroom was the only thing keeping it from silent. Eddie was busy not paying attention to the book he was supposed to be reading in English 4. He kept zoning out daydreaming about his new D&D campaign.

Knock knock

Everyone's eyes shot up at the door, Mrs.O'Donald got up swiftly opening the door. One of the secretaries was whispering with someone else beside them.

A new student.

Mrs.O'Donald went to the side to let her in. Her teased up hair held together by hairspray. A cut down plaid skirt that probably was used for Catholic schools, before she cut them shorter. Fishnets stuck to her legs as if it was her skin. A beaten up Megadeath shirt fitting a little baggy. Eddie was amazed, he never seen a another person, let alone a girl be so.. different. Eddie was stuck in a trance not hearing kids snicker around him.

"Class we have a new student! What about you tell us about yourself?"

She stood there glancing around the room. One hand fiddling with her necklace another feeling the fabric of her skirt.

"I moved here last week from New York." She said blankly.

"wow, New York!"

Eddie could tell she was slightly annoyed by O'Donald asking questions and gushing.

"what do your parents do?"

"Uh, well my dad was in a band in the 70's he was the drummer-"

"what type of band?"

She staired darts into her face for interrupting, "a rock band" she continued.

"oh" she sadly exclaimed. She nodded, "my step mom got a job at the bank so". O'Donald smiled at that, "oh! Your name?"

"Y/N Gaia Torrid"

"what unique middle name!"

"it's Greek, based off Gaia the goddess known as mother earth."

"Nerd" someone snickered out to loud. She just grinned, "it's called Common Knowledge.". Mrs.O'Donald cleared her throat, "You Can sit by.."

The only seats open were around Eddie. He glanced up at her once more, she did a small smile.

"Eddie." O'Donald said sternly pointing to him. She just nodded and sat beside him. No hesitation, Eddie somehow felt more human than before.

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2 hours before

"Y/N!! First day of school get your ass up!" You sat up sloppy, "yeah yeah". You slumped out of bed shuffling to the kitchen.

"what's for breakfast?" You groaned.

"Toast. Since Angie had to get this damn house so bad."

"I don't understand why you married her, dad. She's a psycho." You spoke softly as you got bread.

"she's not psycho. We're in love believe or not." He sighs sipping coffee. You grab jam and orange juice from the fridge. "She's a bitch."

"whoa! Watch your fucking language." He joked. You gave a small smile going back to making your breakfast. Your dad was pretty loose, since you were the same as him when he was a kid. You stood by the counter eating your toast slowly.

"God! She's not ready yet!" Angie said slipping her high heels on from the kitchen doorway.

"I let her sleep in on her first day." Your dad defended you quickly. Angie groaned, "well I'm not taking her to school, I'll be late for work.".

"I get it, I'll take her." Your dad smiled and kisses her forehead. You just stood there in discuss, Angie smiled at you softly.

"have a good and try to make friends.. I don't want a repeat of last year." She pointed at you with her nicely polished finger. You nodded, "Good luck at work, Angie.". She smiled a bit, probably thinking she's getting better at being a step mom.

She wasn't.

Once breakfast was finished you went to your room. Piles of clothes on the floor and spilling out of boxes.

"shit"

You staired down at the clothes, your dad leaned on the doorway pearing in. He chuckled "told you to clean this pig pin.". You rolled your eyes picking up a skirt Angie passed down.

"think she'll bitch at me if I cut it?" You glanced at your dad. He shrugged, "Not to short. I know how guys are.". You took scissors from your desk, it'd been overused from Opening boxes. You marked where to cut it and went to work. Small threads clinged for life on the ends, it was perfect.

You admired it in the mirror, there was no point being something your not again. So why not go to the extreme?

Your slid on roughed up fishnets and a Megadeath shirt that used to be your father's. You put on your Doc Martens and some jewelry. Next you teased the crap out of your hair. You knew it was perfect when you heard, "I CAN SMELL YOUR DAMN HAIRSPRAY!". Once your makeup was done you were ready.

Your beaten up back up thrown over your shoulder. Your dad grabbed the keys, "you know what you're getting yourself into dressed like that?". You knew he was just looking out for you.

"Yeah. I gotta good feeling this time."

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When the bell ring Eddie was quick to introduce himself. He stood up and took a step closer to you. You looked up at him once you got your bag.

"Eddie, I'm guessing?" You smiled, he gave a smile in return.

"Yeah. I uh, like your shirt" he nodded towards you. You smiled, "thanks, it's not as cool as your vest though." You circled him a bit to get the full view.

"pretty metal." You continued, you started walking towards the door. Eddie trotted up to you, "is lunch your next period?". You looked down at the wrinkled schedule.

"Yes, it is. Why? Wanna protect me from the bullies?" You laughed. He just kept admiring you, "Heh, I think I might need to protect them from you." You glanced up at him, "oh, really?".

His doe eyes were trying to consume all of you. You smiled up at him, following the crowd to the cafeteria.

"where do you sit?" You disrupted the silence. Eddie blinked realize he was busy staring.

"oh, over there, I'll take you. We can put our bags there. " You followed him dropping your bag to the right of his seat. He took the end seat slamming his lunch box down on it. The cling rung in your ears, he looked at you.

"Odd you're getting lunch but you have a lunch box." You smirked walking towards the line. Eddie smiled bashfully scratching the back of his neck.

"long story."

You leaned in closer to him, Eddie stopped breathing.

'did i brush my teeth? Shit I don't think I did' Eddies mind ran wild. You smiled up at him, "lucky for you I got all the time in the world." You backed away, Eddie blankly stared.

There was no way you were real. Eddie was in awe, you weren't the cheerleaders that said they needed a change. They'd claim jocks were dumb and give him a blow job but then left. Girls at the hideout being too drunk to care or remember. You weren't trying to be something you're not. You waited in line patiently, he cleared his throat.

"Why Hawkins?-"

"Who the hell knows? Cheaper I guess.. How about you? Born here?"

"I guess you could say that.."

You nodded grabbing a pizza slice with a side of fruit. He walked right beside you to the table. Where some teenage boys were staring at your backpack. You sighed waiting for Eddie to sit first as some sort of pass to go. He sighed seeing the situation, "don't worry they're asshats but they'll love you.". You smiled at him as he went to sit in his seat.

"Eddie! Whose fucking bag-"

"AHEM" you smiled sweetly, they all looked at you shocked.

"hi guys! Eddie invited me, that alright? I can go eat somewhere else I don't mind."

"No, please sit" One curly headed boy said nodding to the seat. You smiled at them and then at Eddie. You sat down knowing they were watching.

"If you're watch me at least tell me your name." You said blankly.

"uh, I'm Jeff" the curly headed boy did a small wave. You waved back, you looked around the table. One boy in a baseball hat with a phrase. Thinking Cap, you snickered "Nice hat, it's a clever".

"thanks! I'm Dustin!" He smiled widely. "I'm Y/N", all the guys stared bullets at Dustin. How could that nerd get a girls attention.

"Does she even play D&D?" Another guy asked. He looked pissed, Eddie shrugged looking at you.

"Ya play?" He asked food still in his mouth. You looked at your food, "No, but my mom did. She painted a bunch of Minifigures! I have them in the garage along with a old handbook. So I can read it if it means I can sit here."

It went silent, "How the hell are your parents so cool?!" Eddie boomed. You chuckled, "I mean, I guess."

"can your mom join the club?"

You went silent, "she uh died in a car accident.". Eddie stared at the boy who asked, "I'm sorry about that." Eddie said.

"don't be. Death happens. Just gotta keep going I guess." You smiled softly at him. The table was silent, " but my dad was in a band! He uh was the drummer, He taught me how to play. We have a drum set in the garage too?"

"No way!" One guy pitched in, "Eddie we gotta tell her about the band." Jeff added in.

"You have a band?" You smiled at Eddie.

"Yeah, we play at the hideout."

"What's the name?" You leaned in closer to him.

"Corrid Coffin" Eddie said with pride. He never seen someone so impressed by his band. "Well, one day you have to give me a performance."

"Gonna give us a gig?" One guy said.

"Gareth" Eddie said blankly.

"No. I will! I can set up the garage and buy pizza! We can all hang out! If you need a drummer-"

"I'm the drummer, Missy" Jeff said proudly. You smiled, "forgive me then. Got excited.". You all started planning this so called gig. Eddie smiled at the fact someone cared. You beamed with joy talking about it, the cassettes you own. The concerts you've been to, you quickly stood up.

"it's official. One Saturday. My house I wanna full concert! The whole neighborhood will be amazed at the sound rock. Before they become your rock zombies of hell" you said in a spooky voice.

Eddie was definitely in love. The bell rung to single the time. You quickly looked at Eddie, "I can give my house number to call you about the gig.". Eddie slightly blushed and smiled, "Yeah!". You dug into your bookbag pulling out a blue pen. You gently grabbed his hand.

The soft skin against his rough hand from play guitar. He didn't move staying completely still. You pulled up his jacket to his elbow. You wrote the number stopping see his tattoo. You gently touched it with your finger.

"That's sick.." you grinned. Eddie smiled, "You like bats?". You nodded, "Totally. I mean look at them they're like puppies but everyone fears them. Plus they sleep upside down and that's kinda cool.". You touched his tattoo one last time before pushing the sleeve back down.

"See you around, Mr.Munson" you teased walking away.

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"How was school?" Angie asked as you opened the car door. You tossed your stuff in the back, "Honestly, good!". Angie was shocked she smiled, "Really?".

"Yeah! I made friends! They're in a band and have a club! They're real nice, dad would love em." You exclaimed. Angie smiled, you were surprised she wasn't disappointed in the fact they weren't normal.

"I'm glad they understand your interests.. I know we worried about that." You went silent at this. She cared.. weirdly enough.

Once you got inside your dad was writing in his music journal. "Hey! How was it?" He glanced up at you. You dropped your bag by the door.

"good. I made some friends, they have their own band!"

He looked up, glasses sliding off his nose. He smiled brightly, "What kind?".

"Rock! And I was wondering this weekend if they could play in the garage.." it fell silent.

"uh, no" Angie shook her head and placed her keys on the counter.

"Dad." You looked at him for help. He sighed, "Honey, she made friends.. and I'll keep an eye out in case it gets insane.". You smiled at him and then looked at Angie pleadingly.

"Fine.." she huffed, you high faces your dad. You smiled brightly, "Thank you! Also if we get a call from Eddie Munson, it's for me!". Your dad nodded going back to his work.

Hours passed, it was 8pm. You tried to be patient, you unpacked your room some more stalling. The phone rung, you reached to your phone on your night stand. (Recently installed, it was a gift from your Uncle).

"Hello, Torrid Residence!"

"Hi this is Eddie."

You smiled, "Hi Eddie! I got great news Saturday works for me if it works for you guys!".

"That's great! I'm pretty sure we're not busy. Also I was wondering if you'd want to join Hellfire Thursday night. And I can drive you home afterwords."

"I can play D&D though"

"you can always watch"

You fiddled with the cord, "I would love to. Maybe you can stay over and teach me about D&D."

Eddie choked on the other side of the line.

"Eddie?! You alright?"

"Yeah sorry i.. had to sneeze."

You smiled so wide, " I'll see you tomorrow Eddie. Sleep well Goodnight."

"Goodnight, Y/N"

As you got ready for bed this feel in your chest grew. This giddy feeling kept you up all night. You picked out what to wear hoping it'd make you tired. Even fantasized the whole day while laying in bed. Then thinking of Eddie, his long curls and giant brown eyes. You tried to shrug this feeling off attempting to sleep.

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#stranger things 4 #stranger things fanfiction #st fanfic #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie x oc #eddie x reader #eddie fluff #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x you #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #x reader #eddie munsons fanfic #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff

[redheartedtramp]

The Golden Rose & Silver-Eyed Dragon: The RWBY Age Swap AU Bible

This Bible has been a long time in the making. In short: I fell kind of in love with this silly idea of Ruby and Yang swapping ages; not roles in the story but changing their overall dynamic and a bit of their personality. Keep in mind that there's nothing wrong with Ruby and Yang's character, this is just a fun thought exercise.

This is not an inherently original idea or anything. In fact, this pic by 147k, original post here, is what I originally base this idea on. I don't see a lot of pics like this, but this is what got this idea going.

In this idea, Ruby is the daughter of Raven and Yang of Summer Rose. It's a simple enough premise to get the ball rolling and that's really the only big change - yes, the link I provided gave other characters swapping personalities, but those are not canon to this fanfic, it's just a focus on Ruby & Yang and their new dynamic.

Realistically, no, their names wouldn't be 'Yang Rose' and 'Ruby Xiao Long'. But there's two reasons for why things are the way they are.

RWBY's naming mechanic makes it a little harder to change names without sending ripples throughout the entire story. It's just much easier to keep their first names.

It's just easier and more recognizable to keep their names as is. If I go around calling them 'Hong Xiao Long' and 'Goldi Rose', then that's just going to cause more confusion than what's necessary.

Ruby Xiao Long: Daughter of The Bandit Queen

Don't meet your heroes, kids.

From what I vaguely remember, Raven left Yang in canon shortly after giving birth. We're going to follow this with Ruby. Ruby in this AU will still have silver eyes.

Why and how?

I have two explanations.

Silver Eyes are not a genetic trait. They're a supernatural phenomenon. Silver Eye Warriors are chosen by fate rather than blood. Having a parent with silver eyes won't necessarily mean they'll pass it down to their children. In fact, silver eyes are a magical mutation that occurs after a child is born.

Raven or Taiyang have silver eyes are a recessive gene; someone in their bloodline has the trait, probably not someone directly related to them. Perhaps a grandfather they never met or a great-grandmother who passed long before their birth.

Moving forward, I'm gonna treat silver eyes as explanation 1, since it makes them a little more unique and less of something that can be predicted or controlled, hence why Ozpin in episode 1 was so surprised to see Ruby's eyes.

Let's say that Raven stuck around a little longer in this AU - not enough to make a significant difference, but long enough for her to see Ruby's eyes slowly morph from (what I assume would be) her natural, red color to deep pools of silver.

Raven would then proceed to cut ties with her family, too afraid of Salem to want to raise her daughter. And too afraid of losing her daughter to want to get close to her - but, being a mother, she'll still watch over her in her bird form, much like she did with Yang in canon.

Ruby would slowly grow up, slowly figuring out just who Raven was to her, and she'd come to the conclusion that she doesn't want Raven in her life. She'd renounce her as her mother, and unlike Yang in canon, Ruby would want to become a Huntswoman so she can help others and never run away.

She'd be a lot closer with her Uncle than she is in normal canon - and they're pretty close as is - so yeah, Ruby still has crescent Rose. Ruby would snoop around Qrow and piece together that he's a part of something big and would deduce that whatever it is, it has something to do with her mother abandoning her. This fuels Ruby's drive to be a Huntress, even if she doesn't know exactly what Salem is or how it all ties together.

This Ruby is more mature and melancholic - unlike her canon counterpart, she is full goth. But this is still Ruby; she still loves sweets and loves life, she's still a weapon's nerd. Her inner child comes out when these two are involved. She has long hair underneath her hood that Summer helped her brush and keep when she was around.

Ruby will also get Yang's semblance in this AU - Burn. Ruby's eyes turn red when activating it, like Yang in canon. Unlike Yang, though, Ruby will have a more defensive fighting style than Yang did in the early volumes. She'll incorporate a more defensive stance with very quick guards with her scythe - her semblance absorbs kinetic energy, not damage, so she should still be able to absorb it through her Scythe. Including recoil from her sniper rifle.

In short, Ruby would lean more heavily into her sniping, leading Team RWBY from the back with a bird's eye view. But when her 'Burn Meter' is full, she'll burst, eyes red and giving off a silver energy trail as she races forward and shows off the scythe function of Crescent Rose. Otherwise, she'll use this aspect of Burn in dire circumstances and is quite capable of blasting herself all over the place to be where her teammates need her to be.

Ruby's always had a self-sacrificing nature, so I'd imagine she'd have moments of zipping around and taking a hit for her teammates. Concerning, but I'd imagine she'd write it off as just charging up her semblance. Maybe something someone on the team can sit her down and talk to her about. Maybe her melancholic nature is her wrestling with the idea that her mother abandoned her and has left her more prone to reckless decisions if it keeps everyone else safe.

Finally, Big Titty Goth Girlfriend.

Yang Rose: The Brightest Flower In The Garden

Yang in this AU is the younger sister of Ruby. She'd have her golden hair in a pair of pigtails at almost all times. also, flat is justice - because it's kind of funny. I said it as a joke in the original post, but going to keep it running here.

Yang always had an admiration of Summer Rose - slayer of monsters and baker of cookies. I think that she took Summer's death similar to how she does in canon, though I think Yang would instead have a flower garden in honor of her mother instead of visiting her grave.

With that said, this is a Yang that doesn't have the baggage of trying to chase Raven, so this is a much more rambunctious tyke. Yang has a few more feminine traits because of Summer's influence and feeling closer to her than she did in canon, but she is still a tomboy - hell, probably even more so. She has even less of a filter than her canon counterpart.

But don't confuse this Yang for being naive or innocent. No, she is a smug little shit. She thinks that she's the hottest thing since sliced bread, and I'd imagine for a long while, she'd have no one to really contests that. I'm sure Yang got into Beacon early due to just being so much more advanced than the rest of her peers since she put everything into combat.

Yang fights identically to how she does in RWBY Canon. Still mostly an up-close and personal fighter, still keeps Ember Celica. The one difference in her fighting is that she gets Ruby's Semblance in this AU: Petal Burst. She'll burst into yellow rose petals instead of red ones.

This Yang is less of a truck and more like a wasp - or, rather, a swarm of them. She has a lot more counters in her arsenal and takes advantage of her speed to dodge and faint. Yang, in canon, is more like a slugger. This Yang is a speedy infighter. I'd also imagine, since this Yang isn't as physically strong as her canon counterpart, she'd be more precise in her hits, aiming for weak spots or vital areas to end a fight faster.

Also, full anime.

Yang is just full shonen protagonist energy; hyper, loud, and proud. And even though it was just a joke, Yang would totally name her various attacks. I'm sure everyone in Beacon, especially Weiss and Blake, are wondering how this literal looney tune made it into this school, but then they see that despite her eccentricities, she does know what the hell she's doing and has broken down killing Grimm to a science.

Speaking of science, this Yang is even more of a gearhead then she is in canon and built her own motorcycle - don't worry, she has a learner's permit. She's gonna get that license soon~

The Sisterly Relationship

Oh boy, the big thing about this AU - the relationship between Ruby & Yang when Ruby is the big sister and Yang the little sister. Naturally, they both still love each other as much as a sister can love another - and not like that, you perves.

I'd imagine Ruby, while fully aware that her sister is a little yellow devil that can protect herself, is a little protective of her. I'm sure she comes across as aloof and unflinching, but I think she has an internal sensor that lets her know Yang is getting over her head and will be quick to step in. She thinks her little sister is very adorable and dotes on Ruby whenever she can.

Ruby: She is my darling little sister. She is the one thing that brings me happiness in this cruel world. So, please understand *pulls out her scythe, eyes turn red* that if you hurt her, then I won't kill you. I will erase you.

Meanwhile, Yang thinks Ruby is the coolest person in the world. She is convinced that Ruby is great - then again, she's seen what her sister can do when she's fully charged with her Burn and tries to impress her. Of course, she fails at being mature and aloof - something Ruby teases her about plenty of times - and when she tries to fight more recklessly, Ruby is quick to scold her for nearly getting herself killed again. It's a weird balancing act; Ruby is her biggest fan and the one to inspire her, but she's also the quickest one to critique her and mentor her. She's also just super protective of her older sister, which is not how this is supposed to go, but she won't let anyone take advantage of her quiet sister.

Yang: Hey! *cracks knuckles* She said 'no pickles'.

Team RWBY

Team RWBY forms pretty much as they do in canon.

Ruby & Weiss have a more stable relationship, since Weiss is introduced to Ruby's more mature side from the get-go, and they can see eye to eye a little more. I'd imagine Weiss is more annoyed with Yang than normal and quickly can see that Ruby is her biggest fan. When seeing Ruby actually scold her sister, she'd probably gain more respect for Ruby's leadership, maybe even seeing her in a similar light to Winter - though, this in turn will lead Weiss and Yang to bonding over trying to live up to their older sister's expectations. Alternatively, expect Ruby to be very vocal when she sees Winter hit Weiss.

Ruby basically just adopts Weiss and Blake, even if they're the same age now. Ruby's more sagely nature helps her bond with Blake. Ruby would be more emotionally intelligent in this AU, and while wouldn't know more than what she does in canon, she'd be more capable of understanding that Blake is dealing with issues and would be a sympathetic shoulder for Blake.

Yang and Weiss would be very antagonistic in the beginning when the team forms. They'll bond and become good friends later on, but in the beginning, the two are like water and oil. It'll slowly turn into a bitter rivalry, then a friendly one, then they'll just be straight up friends.

I think Blake & Yang's relationship in this AU would be the most similar - just that we'd have a younger, less mature Yang. I think Blake would also have a sort-of mellow effecting on Yang, causing her to slow down a little and slowly, Yang will start to think more critically thanks to Blake's influence.

Team JNPR

The only difference noticeable difference about JNPR is that Jaune is the oldest child in his home, with all of his sisters being younger than him. Outside of that, Team JNPR is exactly the same.

Ruby would have something of a motherly role with Jaune. Again, same age, but being the oldest of 8 children, I'd imagine Jaune wouldn't have that kind of influence at home and Ruby would talk less like a friend forced into a similar situation (being a leader) and more like someone who desperately needs a hug and Ruby is willing to give it.

She'd quickly notice Pyrrha's crushing on Jaune and would try to play matchmaker with them. Ruby is the wing-woman nobody asked for, but dammit, you're stuck with her.

Ruby and Ren would also have a much sturdier relationship, though that's because they both deal with living batteries that seem to never tire.

Oh, but speaking of Nora, her and Yang would be super close. Nora has practically adopted Yang as her little sister. When the two teams are together, the two of them are practically fused at the hip. When shenanigans are to be had, the two of them are behind it.

Meanwhile, Pyrrha would be something of a wake-up call for Yang. I don't think the two would be antagonistic to each other, but I like to think Yang would see Pyrrha as a rival, an obstacle to overcome, while Pyrrha probably doesn't see her like that. Pyrrha would be nice and maybe a little reluctant to train with Yang, making Yang think she's looking down at her.

Then they spar and Pyrrha just mops the floor with Yang.

I could imagine Yang having a personal arc of wanting to fight Pyrrha again, and over the course of volume 1-3, slowly coming to realize why she lost to the more experienced gladiatrix and coming into her own.

Other...?

I'll update this as need be. For now, I think that's about everything needed about this AU.

#Age Swap AU #RWBY Age Swap #Age Swap #AU Bible #Fanfic Bible

[hermanunworthy]

To Be or Not To Be?

"With heads showing Hermie's face, the thespian could pretend that those decisions were genuine, while the drama mask for tails could excuse their more obviously villainous behavior. Little did their new 'friends' know that they were both just acts. Thank the theatre gods for this perfect role."

Five times Two-Face is forced to follow his coin's decision, and one time Herman makes one of their own.

10.3k words, oakworthy, 5+1 things, hermie pov, pining, set during ep17-20

prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | +1

also on ao3!

4.

As The Main Characters plus Hermie all sit together in the Catbus on their way to The City, Herman expects to fade into the background again. Settle back into their role as a minor character, pretending that that's enough for them. They sit a seat by one of the windows, trying not to think of the anatomical logistics of the creature-machine-thing they were inside of, and mute their thoughts with the cozy rumbling of the Catbus' purrs.

They chose to sit on the right side, since that's the only side of their body they can press against the wall easily. But now that their scars are no longer being disguised, they feel far too exposed. But they have a feeling they won't be able to cover them up again for a while.

It's a unique kind of pain. It's not what they would've imagined burns to feel like. It itches more than it hurts. Their skin may be sensitive and withered, but it is the inside, just below the surface, that itches. It's a crawling sense of wrongness, a shifting feeling that has been vaguely familiar to Herman their whole life, but never to this level of intensity.

They want to scratch, peel, tear their own flesh, but since they can't, all they can do is ignore it. Pretend everything's alright. Allow themself to fade away...

"Hey, Herm, how are you feeling?"

Herman jumps in their seat. When did Normal start sitting next to them? The rude reminder of their own existence causes all the discomfort of being in their body to come washing back over them. But of course, they will say nothing about it. Hermie doesn't complain.

"I just, I feel really bad about leaving you behind like that," Normal apologizes, as if this was all his fault and had nothing to do with his foolish friends. "Y'know, just— I wanna know what you've been going through. Like, I know you just kinda stayed in there and acted like Risky Click the whole time, but you were alone! That must've been... not great!"

He's doing that thing he does with his hands when he gets flustered. He's moving way too much for someone sitting in a bus seat. If they were on a regular school field trip, he'd get called out by a teacher for not sitting still. "Ah, jeez, I don't wanna make assumptions about your feelings though, and I don't want you to think I don't think you can handle that sorta situation, because I know you can, you're a very talented actor, I just wanna, y'know... understand you better!"

Herman blinks as they try to process... Normal. Just in general. Whether or not to actually open up is definitely a job for Two-Face.

He reaches for his pocket, and he catches in the corner of his eye the mascot kid's face falling, before the two of them are both jostled by the Catbus landing from a jump. Two-Face is violently pushed back from the wall and half his body ends up falling right into his mark's lap.

"Whoa! Hermie, are you—"

Herman scrambles back up into their seat as soon as they fall, before Normal could ask if they're okay. Before they could allow themself to really feel Normal's touch again. They have to numb themself out again.

"Hey, uh, I think the Catbus wants to stop here for tonight," The Jock calls from the front. "Sorry guys."

"Aw, c'mon, kitty, you can keep going!" The Nerd complains, patting a wall. "We're so close to The City! I wanna check it out!"

"Nah, we probably should... sleep a bit," The Goth mumbles. "My stupid stepdad can wait."

Normal's eyes dart between each of his friends, then Herman's pocket, then their face, then back to his friends. His usually wild hands are now retracted back closer to his body, and he's wringing them uncomfortably. He's sitting a couple inches further from Herman at this point. "Yeah, we do need a good ol' long rest, don't we?" His voice is more subdued now. He fakes a yawn, leaning away from Herman as he pretends to stretch. "I'm all, uh, pooped out from that pizza party. Ha." Such a sad attempt at a joke that even he can barely keep a smile on his face, simply returning back to that expression of utter self-consciousness and defeat.

He's standing up from his seat and awkwardly shuffling away to a seat somewhere else. Herman tunes out the rest of what he does after that. Sometimes keeping track of the mascot kid's every movement gets exhausting. They don't know why they still do it, even when the mascot costume isn't even on him.

They press back against the furry wall and feel the comforting purring again. They almost feel at peace like this. As long as they don't think about lying in Normal's lap for that split second.

They could've easily stayed there if they wanted. The idiot most likely wouldn't have done anything to stop them from just lying there. He might've done something while they were there, though. Those anxious hands might've patted their head, or stroked their hair, instead of twisting together in an awkward attempt at self-soothing.

Sometimes Herman wonders what Normal would do if they just handed themself to him.

Two-Face forces himself up from his seat. He will have no more of this nonsense. Herman cannot be left alone with their thoughts. He sweeps an angry gaze over the inside of the Catbus, noticing where each of The Main Characters are choosing to sleep.

The Goth, The Nerd and The Jock are all in the same row together, overlapping each other's seats. Although they're all slumped over each other and twisted in odd positions, they appear strangely comfortable. Two-Face doesn't understand how they're able to touch each other so easily. It's not like he has no experience with touch, it's just that pretty much all that he has received until this journey has been from characters onstage. And he's sure that because of his new scars, no one is going to ever want to touch him again. Not that anyone ever did before.

He twitches with a feeling he refuses to acknowledge as envy.

The mascot kid, apparently, is sleeping alone. He's curled up in the back left corner of the Catbus. Full-on fetal position, holding himself tight and facing the wall so Two-Face can't see his face. It's an odd sight. A pathetic one. This isn't how he usually sleeps. He likes to sleep on his stomach, limbs splayed out, usually lying with his face buried in something soft like bunches of pillows or a friend's chest. Right now, he just looks so small, so lonely.

Two-Face takes a step to get a closer inspection, but stops himself as he remembers who he is. Hermie would be the one to go and comfort him, but Two-Face doesn't care and knows to just leave him be to have his little moment. But Hermie would feel guilty for making him suddenly get like this and would want to make things better. But Two-Face wouldn't want to risk being asked about his honest feelings again.

God, why does this stupid character keep making him have to decide things? It's exhausting. He reaches back into his pocket, though his mind keeps reflecting back on the image of his mark's face dropping. Why did he look at him like that?

It doesn't matter. He's not allowed to think about that idiot anymore unless the coin shows Hermie's face.

He flips his coin. Tails.

Two-Face's heart drops like the Catbus' landing earlier. He looks back up at the mascot kid in his pathetic little ball. Stares for a bit too long, actually, but then his mark begins to stir for a second and Two-Face is promptly swiveling around to go back to his seat.

He hopes that Normal didn't turn around to see him as he snuggles back up against the wall as quietly as he can. He hopes that Normal will just go to sleep easily and move on in the morning.

Herman hopes the same for themself, to no avail.

#oakworthy #oakworthy fanfiction #oakworthy fanfic #oakworthy fic #dndads #dndads fanfiction #dndads fanfic #dndads fic #hermie the unworthy #normal oak #my fic

[spooky-babes]

For the Ler questions:

19. 37. 45.

Thanks for the ask! Please, everyone, feel free! We LOVE doing these!

19 - Ideal tickle room

(SpookyDaddy speaking here) Oh goodness, I think my ideal space would be so much fun to build! (Stay tuned for that, because we're working on it already~) but I like the idea of the decor being a collective effort. Probably a lot of art that princess has made, she's an incredibly talented artist. Maybe some movie posters? The kind of carpet that isn't *too* fluffy but still feels confused and nice on bare feet. Cameras strategically placed at corners and important sight lines both for live streams and so we don't miss anything after the fact. 😏

Big queen or king size bed, and a big, sturdy wooden square frame going over it at each side and above. One day we're going to set up those cargo straps that click and tighten when you pull them so princess can be spread eagle but standing.

Other auto includes would be: a gyno chair, my special wooden ankle stocks, a large sturdy table affixed with segufix/medical restraints, a rack to hack up our straitjacket, and a big closet to store and display all our toys and tools 😏

Maybe a black and purple color scheme 🤔

37, which vibe?

Jocks: lers but secret lee's hidden among them 😏

Nerds: very doqn the middle switch, but whatever one their feeling on a given day they feel it 10/10

Loners: definitely lees, their standoffish probably comes from being worried someone might find out what happens if their rive gets poked 😏

Cheerleaders: I'm gonna go with switch again, the sort of person whose a vicious ler but knows if someone had them by the soles of their feet they'd be done for.

Goths: despite the similarity with the bdsm aesthetic being common, I still have to go with lees. I think we all remember the angry goth video tickle abuse made 😈

Band geeks, and drama members; switches. That whole room full of people? I think once someone was outed as ticklisg they'd feel every single eye on them thinking the same thing. Who can say? Maybe whoever got outed as ticklish intended it 😏

Hipsters: switches. I know plenty, and I swear they all are 🤣

Teachers pets: lees all day. I think we all know what they want to do for extra credit, or how they can convince the teacher they deserve a second chance at a test they slept through~

45- clothing removal

Oh. Goodness~ I think @spookyqtie has gotten off easy on this lately. She doesn't really like to wear socks unless it's really cold out (I suspect she also just likes knowing that SpookyDaddy here is always going to notice or look 👀) but this is something I've actually been planning for quite some time, I think she needs to experience the delightful anticipation of slowly, teasingly, evilly removing clothes.

Already all tied up, and feeling the protective cloth just inch off your feet more and more? The cool air, the increasing feelings of vulnerability?? 😏 I'm all about it. Giving I mean. I'm definitely COMPLETELY immune to the effects of this myself, though. *nods*

We're planning a private beach trip in the next 2 weeks or so, and we've already are planning to make a bunch of buried in sand content, it's a favorite of SD's. I'll have to keep this on mind with princesses sandals, won't I? 😈

#sfw tickling community #tickle tickle #tword content #tword community #tickle thoughts #tickle community

[vega-and-the-pleiades]

Fueled by an alcohol and a content warning for some particularly impressive trauma, and bringing out the classic read more (while recognizing nerds are not gonna read this). TW for probably some dead kids, Palestinian genocide, and god fucking knows what else.

I'm starting to feel like younger generations have a problem fetishizing trauma and violence. Hear me out.

I'm fully capable of recognizing that this is arguably my debut into judging the younger generation and this might very well read like a gen xer saying "man all those violent video games must be messing the kids up" but have you looked at the state of social media right now? Have you taken even a cursory glance at the doom cult that is guestimating how many of us won't survive 2024 and making a habit out of showing pictures of dead children on the regular? I'm recognizing the incredible signs of burnout amongst my pro-Palestinian friends. Discussions regarding how "I can't even bring myself to go to work when this is happening" and, more importantly, ungodly guilt trippy posts about how it's one's duty to push through that. How the only voice for the Palestinians rests upon us and if you're tired, too fucking bad. You're not going through half of what they are so you can deal and keep doing what you're doing. And you're a bad person if you don't.

I've already talked about how I work in public safety and I've seen that attitude kill my friends (or mess them up beyond reason). You know who copes well with the job? People who maintain balance in their life. People who take their weekends to go fishing or skiing or whatever the case is to get themselves ready to dive back into the mess. The ones who can't handle it don't break because they lack fortitude. They break because they work 60+ hour weeks and fail to divorce themselves from the job on their off time. They have a devastating call and don't take the sup's offer to go home early that day. That's not a sustainable model for anyone and I really feel like these youngins don't have the life experience to understand that they are irreparably damaging their brains and their bodies with this.

As a complete aside, I would be remiss if I didn't talk about my personal toll these last weeks with all this. My socials at this point are cute cats, goth fashion, and my friends. Lighthearted and low key. I don't mind activism on my feeds to any extent, and you bet I've gotten some good reminders to kick a few dollars to orgs doing relief work in Palestine and Jewish orgs doing decolonial work here and abroad. But you know what the last thing I needed to see a week before Christmas when I got off a dead kid shift was? More dead kids. We're talking active CPR, ECMO cannulation, whole nine yards on a literal child in literal person, I got home not okay, went for some cute cats on insta and the FIRST THING on my page was dead kids under rubble.

I appreciate the fact that to some of y'all, the shock value of all this is motivating. But I desperately need you to leave your approximation of the grief of seeing a dead child, or a dead pregnant person somewhere out of reach of those of us who have fucking been there, okay? And I SURE AS FUCK don't need you guilt tripping me for logging out of instagram over that, okay? I swear to god it's like some of you are so fucking desperate to live these experiences and if that's the case, public safety, healthcare, and international disaster orgs can use you. But this shit has to stop. Unmoderated doomscrolling trauma porn doesn't help you and it pushes some of us so close to the event horizon that we risk losing our literal livelihoods.

Say what you want for 2013 Tumblr. At least we had content warnings and read mores. Inb4 someone tells me I should quit my job or that I'm weak or whatever.

[luminouslumity]

Liveblog for Thanks To Them!

So I've seen the first six minutes already, very emotional and bittersweet! But also, the montage still makes me mad, because you can see the sort of stories Dana and the rest of the Owl Crew had planned! Curse you, Disney! But at least there's still fanfiction.

So, onto the actual liveblog!

Aww, they're learning Spanish! And of course there's Duolingo in this world?

Oh, Hooty!

Camilla is a mother of six, confirmed!

A map? Interesting!

Portal door! Portal door! Portal door!

Communicate, people!

Hero? Huh!

Uh... Luz, you may want to calm down a bit.

The rules are clearly because of Luz and I know I should probably feel bad, but considering she could've put her classmates in danger with some of her antics, yeah... Don't get me wrong, I still love her, though!

Oh, fork. Stay away, Philip!

Oof, poor Hunter!

First, that shirt better become merch! But also, never have I related to Hunter more than I do now! Wolves are the best!

Again, poor Hunter! And Gus, too.

Gus is awesome!

Woah, flashback!?

I WANT TO HEAR NO MORE CAMILA SLANDER! CAMILA IS THE BEST!

Poor Luz!

Hunter's doing his best! And Willow is so cute!

Aww! That's the spirit, Hunter!

Poor Amity, though her little bow was cute.

I really love that this show committed to the giraffe thing.

Oh, don't tell me...

Oh, it's the goth friend! Aw, and Vee's blushing! So cute!

Oooh, titan's blood!

Aww, memories! They're so cute!

Great job, Vee!

Yeah, we're wondering that, too, Luz.

Woah!

No! Don't get angry at Flap!

I just noticed the little bi symbol on Luz's beanie.

Luz is such a good sister!

Okay, exploring more of the house! Cool!

That little angel hissed at you, Luz! That said, I'm sure she'd be great friends with Lilo!

Aww, family!

Camila, it's okay. We're all nerds on the inside.

YES! I had a feeling Luz and Amity would dress up as them!

I both love and hate the trope where this or that piece of media mirrors what the character is feeling.

Once again, poor Luz!

Aww, the kids look so cute!

That laugh! That awful laugh!

Ah, witch mock trials.

Aww, so cute!

Shut up, Jacob!

I mean, they're not wrong.

Yes, backstory!

Evelyn? Interesting!

Or that! Yes, let's go with the third one!

Finally!

Luz, what are you planning!?

HUNTER, CALM DOWN!

Ah, so she's been doing these video diaries often!

I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!

Oh, Luz, no!

Oh, no.

MAGIC! Great thinking, Luz! But also, be careful!

I also just noticed the rainbow patch on Camila. So cute!

THAT'S NOT HUNTER, LUZ! THAT'S NOT HUNTER!

STAY AWAY, PHILIP!

PHILIP, YOU BASTARD!

Yes, go, kids!

And more stunning animation! Yes!

Oh, so the yellow streak does appear for Luz.

FLAPJACK!

FIGHT HIM, HUNTER!

YES!

Portal door!

The good of their souls, he says! 🙄

Wait, Flap. What are you doing? Don't tell me—

FLAPJACK, NO!

YES, CAMILA!

Time to go home.

AMITY! MY HEART!

Aww!

Overall, fantastic special! And considering they had to cram so much into an hour, I'd say they did a great job! Here's looking forward to the rest!

#disney #dana terrace #the owl house #toh #thanks to them

[angelltheninth]

In the Dark

Pairing: Alpha!Gideon x Omega!Harrow

Tags: nsfw, smut, omegaverse, collage AU, crush, hook-up, confession, heat/mating cycles, blowjobs, clit stimulation, awkward first time with each other, biting, gentle sex, rough sex, dirty talk

Word count: 5.9k

Ao3

A/N: I had a totally different Griddlehark fic planned but this wouldn't leave my brain.

Harrow moaned into Gideon's mouth as the two finally pushed them into Harrow's bedroom, Gideon kicking the door closed and locking it behind them. With every desperate roll of Harrow's hips Gideon could feel her self control slipping more and more. With a teasing bite on the the alpha's lower lip Harrow broke the kiss, her eyes staring into Gideon's, black and filled with lust and need that Gideon knew only she could satisfy. After all Harrow was the one who kissed her first.

The moment Harrow slid her legs down Gideon's hips and got down on her knees Gideon knew she was well and truly fucked. How did she ever get into this situation?

Well it all started when Cam and Pal convinced her to go to the Tridentarius twins party. It was a slow weekend and quite frankly Gideon had nothing better to do. So she agreed.

It sucked.

Gideon usually loved a good party, and say what you want about the twins but the two knew how to party. The problem, and the reason for Gideon's mood, was the little goth nerd standing in the corner, looking like she was trying her hardest to either scurry up the wall or be absorbed by it. Somehow Gideon had a feeling Harrow could do both.

"Nonagesimus." Gideon walked over with her head held high and a shot of... well she didn't exactly know what it was but knowing the twins it was damn expensive.

"Nav." Harrow bit back and narrowed her eyes up at the big alpha. If there was one thing that Gideon had to admit it was that for an omega Harrow was pretty ferocious. In fact she hardly ever saw anyone approach her, apart from the teachers, Ianthe, Cam and Pal. "Don't you have anywhere better to be? Go... fuck an omega at the locker room or whatever it is that you jocks do."

Gideon grinned, "I would but it gets boring after a while."

"Or maybe they just get bored of you."

"No one could ever get bored of this." Gideon gestured up and down her muscular body, almost missing how Harrow's eyes followed the movement. "See, not even you can look away."

Harrow rolled her eyes so hard Gideon thought they would roll back into her skull. Well she could probably set them back right. "In your wet dreams Griddle."

Oooh. Griddle. Now she was getting somewhere. Harrow only called her that when she was really annoyed.

"So what brings your nerdy ass here?"

"Ianthe dragged me here. I assure you I wouldn't be here of my own free will. And what about you?" Harrow crossed her arms over her chest, eyes still as sharp as ever.

Gideon shrugged, "Like I said it gets boring after a while. You know, being one of the hottest alphas and all." Gideon lifted her chin in a smug gesture, "And I kinda promised Cam and Sex Pal it'd tag along if they helped with an assignment. They just didn't tell me what the price was at the time."

"So we're both here against our will. Lovely." Harrow leaned against the wall and looked around the party, almost like she was looking for a way out.

"You ok there? You're... fidgeting. And not in the usual about to crawl out of your skin way."

Harrow bit her lower lip hard. Gideon knew she was good at getting on Harrow's nerves and usually she considered it a badge of honor, but this was different. "Harrow?"

The sound of her name made Harrow lock eyes with Gideon. That's when Gideon smelled it. The beginnings of a heat. She gulped hard. No, there's no way. Harrow, the perfect straight A student, the biggest nerd of all nerds, couldn't possibly forget to take her heat suppressants. Right? But her nose didn't lie, her instincts didn't lie, the pull she felt in her lower abdomen didn't lie. There was an omega in heat standing right before her.

Harrow seemed to have noticed Gideon's reaction, or rather lack there off seeing as the alpha was just staring at her with wide eyes and her mouth hanging open, "Don't you say a word. I... wasn't gonna stay long any longer anyway." Harrow took a step forward then immediately backed away when she smelled the intense pheromones coming off the ginger haired alpha in front of her. But it wasn't just her, there were other alphas close to them who looked over their shoulder.

"Shit." Gideon clenched her teeth. She could smell them too. Almost feel their hungry looks, and she hated it. "I... you need to go. You live upstairs right?"

"Top floor."

Gideon nodded. The drink in her hand was quickly forgotten, instead her arm wrapped tightly around Harrow's shoulders, keeping the small omega close as they walked through the crowd. Gideon was surprised that Harrow let her touch her like this. Maybe it was the heat? Oh wait.

"I won't..." Gideon clenched her teeth, "I won't touch you. I might be a knothead, but I don't go around pushing omegas to the floor when they're in heat."

"That's not what I heard Griddle." Harrow scooted closer as they passed a couple making out by the stairs.

"Hey, they come to me okay. I'm not an asshole. And I sure as hell ain't gonna let a bunch of horny fucks gangbang you just because you forgot your suppressants." The mere thought made Gideon want to tear apart the hypothetical alphas in that scenario.

"How... nice of you." There was a hint of insecurity in Harrow's tone.

"I've never done it if that's what you're thinking. Not my thing. I like keeping my focus on just one. Makes it more... I don't know. Just more. You know." Gideon didn't even notice that she was smiling down at Harrow, much less that Harrow's hand was now wrapped around her arms, pushing her small tits against her. Gideon blushed hard.

They walked through the hall, awkwardly avoiding each other's eyes until they passed a door that suddenly swung open. Gideon was quick to react and push Harrow to the opposite wall.

"Oh sorry I..." The person behind them trailed off, looking at the two. From anyone looking it must look like the two were in the middle of making out. "Sorry." Footsteps hurried and disappeared down the hall where the two just came from.

Gideon let out a long sigh, "Sorry about that. Good thing we didn't get..." Whatever words she was about to stay next were very quickly forgotten as she was met with the sight of Harrow pinned against the wall, head tilted up and pupils blown wide, her breathing way too quick.

The alpha was about to back away, of she stayed there much longer she knew she would lose the bit of self control she was desperately clinging on to. Harrow had other plans however, reaching up cup Gideon's cheeks and smash their lips together with an almost feral desperation. Gideon groaned as Harrow licked into her mouth, her grip on the already fleeting self control slipping fast.

"Harrow." Gideon pulled away leaving Harrow chasing her lips to no avail. "You're in heat."

"Yeah." Harrow's eyes traveled down Gideon's body to the already prominent bulge. "I know." Harrow sensed that the ginger jock was about to say something else so she quickly added, "Doesn't mean I don't still have my wits. Don't underestimate me Nav. I'm not so far gone that I don't know what I want." Harrow's eyes traveled back up to lock with Gideon's. The omega held her gaze sharply.

Ok. A few things stood out there.

First, Gideon would never underestimate her. Harrow might be a tiny, skinny omega but she saw her get into staring contest and growl at annoying alphas and win. And two, and perhaps the thing that Gideon focuses on a bit more, Harrow said she knew was she wanted. And that was clearly Gideon. Harrow wanted her.

The almost feral looking, stubborn as all hell, gloom and doom omega that Gideon's been secretly crushing on wanted her.

It seemed way too good to be real. To test that theory Gideon did the only thing her horny brain could think off in this situation. She punched herself. The impact landed and fuck did it hurt.

"Griddle?!" Harrow was alarmed as Gideon's head slumped down the wall and onto her shoulder, nose searching for the source of the lovely scent that always smelled like honey with a hint of lilies and ash, "Are you out of your minuscule fucking mind?!"

Gideon laughed, "Not at all. Just... wanted to make sure you're not a dream." Gideon probably wouldn't be saying any of this if she wasn't effected by Harrow's pheromones.

Harrow took a deep breath at the words. Gideon had dreams about her. The famous jock alpha who would have any omega she wanted, dreamt about her. It made her impossibly happy. She buried her face into Gideon's shirt to hide her blush, "And?"

"Real." Gideon's lips kissed Harrow's sharp jaw, savoring the hums it got her.

Why did the omega always have to be wearing these tight shirts with high turtlenecks? They made her figure look amazing sure, but damn was it annoying when all Gideon wanted to do was mark up that pretty neck of hers.

And she was about to pull the material down and do just that when her senses alerted her of the presence of other alphas approaching. She turned her head to look at them briefly, she had no idea who they were but they were looking at Harrow and smirking. Apparently Gideon wasn't the only one who appreciated Harrow's choice of tight clothes.

"Sharing friend?" One of them stepped up closer, "She's a little scrawny but she'll do."

Gideon was about to tell them off but Harrow beat her to it.

"Fuck off." Despite her heat Harrow just had as much bite to her words as ever, and damn did it do something do Gideon's whole body.

"What did you say to me you little bitch? Maybe you need to be reminded..." The alpha, along with everyone else behind him froze as they were met with a death glare from Gideon. The alpha usually wasn't that aggressive, despite what her large build and brash attitude might suggest, but she was with her omega and these assholes need to go, one way or the other.

"Didn't you hear the lady? She said fuck off." Gideon's hands dropped to Harrow's hips, the contact between them currently the only thing keeping her from introducing the guy's nose to her fist. Aggressive, thick pheromones radiated off the alpha in waves.

The man took a steep back, trying to save what little remained of his, and his squads, price. "Let's go. We don't need this shit. We'll find someone batter."

When they were a few feet away Gideon finally relaxed and snorted, "Good luck with that." Only when she looked back at Harrow did she realize how tight her grip was on Gideon's hoodie. "Hey, you ok?" Harrow nodded and buried her face against Gideon's chest, inhaling the alpha's scent deeply.

"Fine." Harrow tilted head up to reconnect their lips again, her hands fisting and tugging at Gideon's hair.

All of Gideon's aggression just melted away from the feeling of Harrow's lips against her, of their tongue pushing and sliding against and over each other, of Harrow's needy whines that Gideon gladly swallowed.

Her left hand pushed Harrow's shirt up, rough fingers lightly trailing across the waistband of Harrow's tight black pants. Instead of going right for it and shoving a finger inside like she normally did Gideon opted for a little teasing. A little payback for all the fights and screaming matches that the two got in over the years.

Skilled fingers slid between Harrow's legs, god she was so hot and wet already, Gideon could feel it even though the clothes. She could only imagine how ruined Harrow's underwear must be. The kiss deepened, quickly getting more and more desperate on both their ends. Gideon's fingers felt through the material of Harrow's pants, pushing, pressing and flexing her fingers, Harrow getting more and more desperate.

Finally the release came when Gideon pressed her fingers over her clit. Harrow's whole body shook and she was grateful that she was trapped between the wall and Gideon.

"Shit." Gideon's arms circled around the trembling omega, "Did you just..."

"Don't." Harrow warned but it did very little with her out of breath voice.

Gideon couldn't help but chuckle. She pulled back to see Harrow's face, which was now in an adorable pout. Fuck she was way too cute. "Sorry. I didn't expect you to come so soon."

Harrow scoffed and pulled Gideon forward by the front of her hoodie, "We're not done here Griddle." The words were a promise against Gideon's lips, a promise that sent a jolt of arousal directly between her legs.

"Roger that your Gothy Highness." Gideon's arms were under Harrow's thighs and lifting her into the air within seconds. The new position made the two rub against each other with every step that Gideon took.

By the time they finally made it into Harrow's room Gideon was almost ready to cream her pants. But the alpha inside her told her to wait. Why fill her pants when there's something so much tighter and warmer right in her arms.

"Bedroom?" Gideon's lips ghosted over Harrow's, eyes almost completely black, only surrounded by a thin layer of gold.

"Down the hall, last door to the right." Harrow slid her hands under Gideon's hoodie, feeling the muscles flex under her touch. So Gideon was ticklish. She'll file that away for later. Her mouth found Gideon's neck and sucked hard, making Gideon's knees go week and almost slam Harrow against her bedroom door.

"Fuck. You're a hazard." Gideon groaned, finally pushing the door open and then closing it quickly with her foot. With each step she took toward the bed she jerked her hips upward, her hard cock rubbing between Harrow's legs.

"Off. All of it. Now." Frantic hands pulled at Gideon's hoodie while also trying to take of her pants. It was quite a sight to see Harrow like this. Gideon needed more, so much more.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." That remark got her a hard bite against her neck, "Ouch." It didn't hurt at all, quite the opposite, it felt damn good, she wanted it again and maybe return the favor too. No, definitely return the favor.

Somehow the two managed to let go of each other for long enough to tear off the rest of their clothes. Gideon almost fell in her haste, especially when she saw a naked Harrow, with her perfect skin, her perfect breasts, just the right size for her hand, and her perfect glistening pussy between her legs, with her thighs wet and glistening with the evidence of her earlier climax.

Her cock jerked in her boxers and just as she was about to pull them down Harrow stopped her. Gideon quirked an eyebrow at the omega. Did she change her mind?

"I want to take them off." Harrow didn't even bother hiding how her eyes took in every muscles, every scar that Gideon got from all of the fights she'd been in over the years, her broad shoulders, her soft but firm looking breasts. And finally as she pushed the boxers down and got down on her knees she got a look at Gideon's cock. Harrow knew it was going to be big, she's heard the gossip. But she wasn't quite ready for the real thing. "Wow." Harrow ran her hand from the base all the way to Gideon's tip, already covered in precum.

Gideon chuckled, "Impressed huh?" Gideon was proud of making Harrow speechless. She was about to tease her when all thoughts left her mind as Harrow circled her tongue over the tip. "Mmm Harrow. Already to it huh?"

"I owe you one. For the hallway." She ran her tongue over the underside, from the base all the way to the tip which she then sucked into her mouth.

"Yeah? Payback for payback? Is that how it's gonna be?" Gideon wanted to close her eyes and just enjoy the feeling of Harrow's mouth taking in as much of her cock as she could, but at the same time she didn't want to miss a second of it, pretty sure that this would be the only time she'd get to see something so beautiful.

As determined as Harrow was to get as much of Gideon in her mouth as possible there was no way she could fit the entire cock, so she decided to compensate by rubbing Gideon's cock at the base, which seemed to please her just the same.

"Good. That's good Harrow. Keep going baby, use your mouth just like that, keep sucking." Gideon ran her hands through Harrow's hair, careful not to push the omega down too much despite her own needs.

The praise and the gentle way that Gideon's hands ran through her hair were such a contrast to how Gideon normally acts, how she presents herself, how others talk about her. Truthfully Harrow thought that that, judging by what she heard, Gideon would fuck her mouth until she's content. While there was a part of her that wanted that to happen there was also a part of her that was honored to get this gentle treatment by such a powerful alpha.

Just a bit more, Harrow took just a bit more, tears beginning to gather at the corner of her eyes as her hand worked at the base, stroking faster and faster. Gideon's grip faltered, her breathing got quick, husky, combining with low groans and snarls.

As much as she wanted Harrow to take every last drop of her cum she also knew that her loads tended to be a bit much, even for an omega in heat. She already started spilling down Harrow's throat when she yanked her head away, Harrow's eyes closing as she felt Gideon's cum stain her face, lips and tongue.

The image if Harrow's face covered with cum, her cum, will forever be imprinted into Gideon's mind. "Are there any..." Harrow licked the cum from the corner of her lips and Gideon had to clench her fists at her sides to steady herself, "...any tissues or a towel, something to clean you up with?"

"Bathroom." Gideon nodded and on only slightly shaky legs grabbed a towel from the bathroom. Instead of handing it to Harrow she opted to clean up the omega's face herself. It brought her an odd feeling of satisfaction as Harrow's eyes fluttered closed while she did so. It made Gideon's inner alpha purr with pride. "There all clean." Gideon smiled, her head tilting to the side like a little happy puppy.

Harrow hummed, "Thanks." Bashfully she leaned over and kissed Gideon's forehead, "That was nice. You were... good."

The praise sent tingles all over Gideon's body. Hearing Harrow of all people say this, Harrow who never indulged anyone's whims, Harrow who glared and snarled at people when they got too close, she was praising Gideon for a job well done. "Touché." She winked up the small omega and leaned up a little to kiss the corner of Harrow's mouth, "Any other place that needs cleaning up?"

She looked down between Harrow's legs, the goth's thighs open just enough to let Gideon have a peak from this angle, kneeling before her. The scent made Gideon's head swim, her mouth almost watered, her teeth ached to bite into those thighs and mark them up, to make sure everyone knew Harrow was her girl.

Except she wasn't.

This was just a one time thing Gideon was pretty sure. Or at least until Harrow's heat ends. If so then it meant at least a few days of hot, mind-blowing sex.

"While I'm sure you've very talented with your mouth given how much you use it I need something else from you now." Harrow reached down to stoke Gideon's cock, her hand barely getting around the girth.

"Are you uh..." Gideon's eyes fluttered closed, enjoying sensation of Harrow's hand rubbing up and down, her thumb circling the head, "Can you handle me? I don't mean it in a bad way it's just, well, I know I'm a little big and I don't want it to be painful for you." In the past Gideon loved how much her partners fawned over her size, it definitely did wonders for her ego, getting all that praise and compliments, but she knew she was a lot to work with.

Harrow seemed to take Gideon's concern as a challenge. "I can handle you just fine Griddle. You should know that by now."

"Oh I know you're the feistiest omega I've ever met. But I'm not about to hurt you Harrow."

"And I appreciate that." Harrow gave Gideon's cock a firm tug, making the alpha groan and jerk her hips into her hand, "We can go slow. But I don't want you to hold back on me alright. Fuck me just like you would any other omega."

Gideon's mouth fell open at the request. Thinking about it, imagining it, it seemed like a good idea. She wanted it. She wanted to rut into Harrow's cunt until the omega forgot her own name, she wanted to fuck her in every position possible, she wanted to make Harrow scream so loud everyone attending the party heard her. Then there was another part of Gideon that made her want treat Harrow like a goddess, to love and worship every part of her. She had never been so conflicted, she never had an omega like Harrow before, one that she felt so strongly about.

"-ddle? Griddle." Harrow cupped Gideon's face in her hands. Gideon blinked not even noticing that Harrow had moved closer, now sitting on the bed with her legs folded under her, her eyes searching Gideon's, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah! Let's do this!" Gideon had to steel herself, she had a job to do, she needed to make Harrow feel good, she can thinking about her feelings later.

Her lips crashed against Harrow's, her whole body lighting on fire as she pushed on Harrow's shoulders and backed her up on the bed until she was pinned under Gideon's frame. Harrow seemed taken back by the sudden change but didn't protest. Her small fingers wrapped and tugged into Gideon's red hair, tugging the alpha closer, one leg hooking onto her hip and dragging her closer until Gideon's cock rubbed against Harrow's clit.

"Stop." Gideon growled, her teeth biting hard into Harrow's lip, her shift in tone and dominant pheromones making Harrow whine in submission under her. Her other leg also hooked around Gideon's hips, now humping Gideon's cock, making it even slicker thanks to her cum. She thought Gideon would like that. "I said stop. Now omega."

Gideon pressed her hands into Harrow's hips, pinning them down, much to Harrow's protest.

"I don't think... fuck Harrow. Shit!" As Harrow was about to ask what went wrong Gideon was already getting up and reaching for her shirt.

"Wait! Griddle! What's the problem?"

"You are!" Gideon turned to yell at her, which made the omega squeak and back up. She never made Harrow scared, not even when the two got into very, very intense screaming matches. "No, Harrow... fuck I didn't mean..." Gideon pulled at her shirt so hard she threatened to rip it apart as she tried to get it over her head.

"Gideon." The gentle tone of Harrow's voice made Gideon peak over her shirt, which was halfway down her head, showing her shining golden eyes. "Sit." As Harrow patted the spot next to her she released as many soothing pheromones as she could to calm down the upset alpha. Even with the sweet smell of her heat it still had an effect, Gideon visibly relaxed, her muscles slouching as she looked down in shame and sat cross-legged on the opposite side of Harrow.

She didn't miss the way Harrow's eyes hungerly looked at her still very much erect dick. "Can get a pillow?" Harrow quirked an eyebrow, "You're distracted." Gideon couldn't help but smile a little, happy that she was still having this effect on the omega. Harrow reached behind her and tossed Gideon a pillow with a chibi skull pattern, "Cute." Gideon commented as she put it in front of her dick.

"Alright. What's going on with you? You seemed perfectly content with the thought of fucking me before but now you can't?" Just like Harrow to get right to the chase, fuck small talk, "I told you I can handle you. You have too big of an ego Griddle. Or is because you think I'm not experienced enough? If you don't find me desirable then why even agree to this?"

Maybe it was due to her heat but Gideon would sense how much this supposed rejection effected Harrow, her scent going from sweet to almost burned. It made her nose wrinkle and her inner alpha whine and seethe at her own stupidity. She needed to set things right, even it meant that she was the one who was going to get rejected in the end.

"You think I don't think you're hot? Harrow I've been having wet dreams and jacking off to you since freshman year." Harrow cringed at her confession but Gideon kept going, "It's driving me crazy you know. You challenge me more then any other omega, hell more then any alpha I've ever butted heads with. That alone is fucking hot. And you're so small too, like a tiny, skinny, sexy stick of rage."

"You're not helping your case here Griddle." Harrow said not at all impressed and not sure if she should be insulted or not.

"I like you being that way. I like... I like you Harrowhark Nonagesimus. In that want to date and kiss and cuddle and be domestic kind of way."

Harrow's eyes widened and her mouth fell open. There, Gideon ruined it. She could have had a few days of the best sex ever and kept her big mouth shut. But no, she had to confess and make a fool of herself.

"I also want to have sex with you. So much sex." She added quickly, her hips humping into the pillow. "Sorry."

"You have... a real way with words." Harrow wrapped her arms around herself, her eyes glancing away from Gideon, "I thought an alpha stud like you could have anyone she wanted?"

"Y-You think I'm a stud?" Gideon couldn't help but straighten up and let the pillow fall just a little.

"Anyway... you could have anyone you want, so go after me? I'm not that special. I'm not sexy. Those alpha's in the hallway-"

"Are fucking morons." Now Gideon was getting heated again but for a whole other reason than horniness, "You're brilliant, smart, feisty, your mouth is more or less heaven, your boobs are perfect for my hands, I bet you taste damn delicious too and you can keep up with me. I'm not talking about sex in this case. Harrow you're absolute catch. And if I really can get whoever I want then I want you."

"You're loud." Harrow met Gideon's eyes, returning the alpha's passionate look, "You get into fights, you party, your test scores are abysmal. But you're also sweet, sometimes funny, you stand up for your friends." Harrow edged closer and closer to Gideon until she was close enough to kiss Gideon's neck. The alpha shivered under her lips, "You're not disrespectful to omegas which is a plus. You actually care about making them come from what I've heard. Your cock..." One had removed the pillow, bringing it close to her face and smelling it, which made Harrow clench her legs again. "It's huge. And perfect for me. I bet you can get me in all the right places." Harrow looked up at Gideon as she used the palm of her other hand to rub the cockhead, "I've thought about it before. You Gideon Nav, are a perfect alpha in every way."

"Harrow..." Gideon choked, her voice cracking as she looked at the omega making her way into her lap, planting her feet at either side of Gideon's waist, "I like you Harrow. I really, really like you."

Harrow nodded, "Then show me. Make me feel special. And also..." Harrow bit her bottom lip, "Let me make you feel just as special." Her words were a barely audible whisper against Gideon's lips as they both moaned in unison when Harrow began taking Gideon's cock in.

Feel special. No one ever wanted to make Gideon feel special. Not like this. And even if Harrow couldn't say it now Gideon hoped to her her confession echoed back some day. Go slow, that's what Harrow said, she'll respect that.

"I will. I will, I will, I swear I will." Gideon could barely form words as she felt herself be enveloped in Harrow's tight warmth. Harrow herself groaned at the stretch, a little painful but Harrow had never been one to back down. So she kept going, inch by inch until she felt Gideon's thighs against her own. Her whole body relaxed and slumped against the alpha, her arms thrown around Gideon's shoulders while Gideon's were around her back, "Harrow."

"You feel good inside me Nav."

"Fuck." Gideon's lips found Harrow's again, moaning against them as the started to find a slow, but satisfying rhythm, Gideon's cock barely leaving the warmth of Harrow's cunt, "Squeezing around me so tight. I was wrong, you're a perfect fit Harrow, so perfect."

Gideon lifted Harrow up just a bit so she had more room to move in and out. Once that happened she increased her pace, driving her cock deeper, and just like Harrow said, stretch her out and reach all the right places that made the omega practically sing. "Deep, it's so... good god!" Harrow didn't invoke God carelessly due to her religious upbringing but in this moment she felt like it was more than deserved, "Knot me." Harrow breathed against Gideon's breast.

"I-!" Gideon slammed deep into Harrow, shooting her cum deep inside, flooding her insides. But her knot wasn't forming, probably due to all the extra emotional baggage she was feeling, "I'm sorry." She said to them both really as she saw the white flood flowing out of Harrow's cunt even as the omega clamped down on her cock harder, trying to keep as much of it inside as possible, "Fuck. Condoms. I forgot, I..."

"Stop, none of that." Harrow bit onto Gideon's neck, her hips rolling forward, "My parents are pretty paranoid as is so I'm on the strongest pill there is. You can come inside me as many times as you want."

"I-I can?" Oh Gideon's cock liked that. It twitched at the thought, "You're amazing you know that?" Gideon hugged Harrow close, nosing at the side of her neck.

"So you've said." It was still a little odd hearing it but Harrow couldn't deny it made her feel a certain kind of way. Gideon smiled into Harrow's neck, that also made her feel a certain kind of way. A way she never felt before. It was as exciting as it was scary. "I think you're amazing too."

"Yeah? I am?" Gideon's smile only widened. She was so happy, maybe the happiest she'd ever been. "Not gonna lie I feel pretty damn amazing right now. And not just because my dick is inside you. Although that is a bonus." Gideon looked down again her hand tracing a path from Harrow's back to her clit, "Now I owe you one."

Harrow's walls fluttered around Gideon's length in need, "Yes." She breathed out, baring her neck a little as she started to ride the alpha hard, making sure to bottom out each time, "Give me all that you've got."

"As you wish, my Dread Empress." Gideon chuckled with a smile before leaning down to place warm open kisses all over Harrow's neck, leaving no spot unkissed. Harrow seemed to enjoy the treatment a great deal if the way she frantically started bucking her hips was any indication. With a well timed bite of Harrow's neck, and her thumb pressing over the omega's clit Gideon was finally able to witness what she'd been dreaming about for so long: seeing, and feeling Harrow come around her cock.

Not only that but Harrow moaned her name, she moaned it loud, not even trying to stifle the sound. She didn't care who heard her, it felt so damn good to come like this. Gideon let go of her neck and licked over the mark she made there, vowing, hoping that if this, whatever it was between them worked out, to make it permeant.

"Holy fuck."

Gideon laughed into Harrow's hair, "Thank you."

If Harrow had the strength she would have hit Gideon on the bicep. But she didn't, she was pretty sure her body turned to jello. Luckily Gideon was very gentle in the way she set Harrow down on the bed, and even more gentle as she pulled out, making Harrow feel empty already. "I'll just be a second. Gotta get another towel."

Harrow nodded. This was absolute bliss. For the first time in her life she was grateful that she took those pills that tasted like death itself. She could have Gideon knotting and giving her creampie after creampie and not be scared of getting pregnant. The thought made her inner omega whine, but she knew it was for the best.

"Whoa hey, what wrong?" Gideon appeared from the bathroom, a towel in her hand, her cock now clean but still very hard, her face stricken with worry, "Does it hurt anywhere?"

"No. I'm perfectly fine. More than fine."

"Oh. Good. Good." Gideon sighed and her sunshine smile was back in a flash. With the upmost care she patted between Harrow's thighs, aware that the omega was extra sensitive right now, "I'm glad you're okay." Harrow nodded and allowed herself to lay back, listening to Gideon hum as she finished up. A beat of awkward silence followed. Harrow looked up to see Gideon bouncing from foot to foot, "So uh..." She rubbed the back of her neck, "Do you want me to go now or..."

"Go? Why would I want you to leave? My heat just started and I need..." She almost said 'my alpha' but stopped herself just in time. It was too early for that. "I need you here. And I would like to talk to you some more when my mind isn't clouded by lustful thoughts. So get in here, I want you to hold me and I want your dick back inside me."

"Yes ma'am!" Gideon practically jumped on the bed, her strong arms enveloping Harrow as her cock was once again fit snuggly inside where it belonged. "This good?"

"Perfect." This was a huge complement, "Thank you Griddle. I promise we will talk about this more once my heat ends."

Gideon gently kissed Harrow's forehead in response and pulled the omega into her chest, making sure she was nice and warm and covered in the blankets, "We better Nonagesimus."

They will, because if there was one thing Gideon knew about Harrow, it was that she never went back on her word. Now she only hoped that the talk went well. Then again judging by what happened before she could rest easy. She could rest easy in Harrow's bed, in her hug, feeling her breathing against her skin, feeling her warmth, sharing her warmth, and more then likely sharing her feelings.

#griddlehark #the locked tomb #gideon nav #harrowhark nonagesimus #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #the locked tomb fic

[ultraviolet-ink]

17, 31, 37, 38, 55, and 98 from your AA question meme please 😄

Hell yeah!! 17. Case with the best cast? I am not immune to the powerhouse that was DGS 2-3, I am not immune to the hot Goths (next thing you know, I'm flipping off some PREPZ). In all honesty though, they're not all just super pretty but the whole UMPH of that case is amazing! Susato coming back, introducing the Masked Disciple and his real identity, that cutscene that TOTALLY caught me off guard when Barok started walking and TALKING. It was such a good prelude to what was to come and the cast really stayed so strong with the rest of the story despite not physically being present for it (ir Drebber and Sithe), like their impact was just so huge! I loved every second of it! 31. Character you wish was playable? Barok, mostly because I would play a rhythm game based on his leg slams and chalice yeets.... also I just also want an investigations game with him XD

37. Culprit that came as the biggest surprise to you? I think this would have to go to Matt Engarde, especially with how he breaks AA's formula! It really speaks to how amazing the writing for that case is, and how it all just seems to make so much sense! I replayed it recently and I just couldn't help but notice all those red flags that I missed the first time! It's a surprise that keeps on giving even after you know what's going to happen next!

38. Plottwist that came as the biggest surprise to you? Probably that Klint was Iris' father! I did accidentally get spoiled to him being the Professor, but finding out his true connection to Iris was something that surprised me so much! I never considered it before, and now it makes PERFECT sense! Iris, Lady B, Klint, and Barok are the only characters with natural hair that is impossible irl (purple and pink), everyone else has more natural hair (red, black, blond, etc.) The design team is so good at this all, I love it <3 wait, does this mean that McGilded is a secret relative too, oh nooooo xD

55. Two characters you’d like to meet? 1) Maya, because I think we would definitely get along in real life! We're both nerds, and I think she would just be super cool and chill! 2) Trucy, because she's super cool, and I would love to see her tricks play out! 98. Which character do you trust the least to pick out a movie for a movie’s night? Franziska, because she would probably choose some SUPER obscure German arthouse film that would make me fall asleep and then she would yell at me for that XD

#ask #ask game #ask meme #ace attorney #thanks for the asks!

[kelsiejayy]

Hii could I get a stranger things matchup?

I'm very short (5'0''), very pale, I have brown eyes and brown hair dyed red on the front. I'm bisexual with a preference for men.

I'm an INTJ. I'm a very sarcastic person, I usually have an intimidating resting face (so I've been told) and i'm not really a sociable person. I'm very shy so when you first meet me I will not speak almost at all but when we're friends I'm really loud and especially funny. I'm also very opinionated and passionate about my interests. I ramble a lot but I'm also good at giving advices, I'm also 'the mom' of the friend group.

I really love writing and reading. I listen to all kinds of music, I go from gothic rock, to classic rock to pop and even Disney songs. I'm a huge nerd and like marvel, anime, Percy Jackson.

I usually only wear black and red and my style is goth and grunge.

Thank you and have a lovely day!

hi thank you for your request!

STRANGER THINGS: steve!

ok so hear me out steve would be so intrigued by you when you guys first meet. you probably meet through eddie and he just doesn't know what to do. once y'all start dating you guys are known as the moms of the friend group. it would 100% be one of you telling the kids to do anything and an "okay mom" would always be thrown back at you. you definitely try to get him into more rock and i feel like he would listen to it just for you...he would never say that tho because he loves watching you smile as you show him a new song. you guys are the definition of opposites attract but i feel like it would still be a really sweet relationship.

i hope you enjoyed! if you have any feedback feel free to leave it in my ask box i love hearing what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog, they are open as of 6/23!

#stranger things request #stranger things fic #stranger things ship #stranger things imagines #stranger things #ships #steve harrington ship #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine

[guessillcallitart]

Rosa

Samuel laughs, brittle afternoon light glints in his glasses. He throws another popcorn at me. I catch it in my mouth. "For a nerd you throw pretty well." I grin. "Does this mean we're friends now?" he asks. "Eh, the jury's still out", I say airily.

Cassie's bright red hair shines in the light of the setting sun. She shields her eyes from the light. "You're the nicest person I've met. I suppose I should apologise for being an asshole." I steal a glance at her. "It's alright", Cassie reassures me. I get the faintest feeling that she is only trying to convince herself. "Friends?" I hear a surprisingly hopeful ring in my voice. "Yeah, friends, totally." Cassie attempts a grin.

Callie leans in to kiss my lips softly. "I love you." I can hear her heart beating really fast in her ribcage. The words come out in a rush. "I love you too", I say, my insides warming up pleasantly. It's almost as if I was cold before I met Callie and she lit me on fire.

"Come on, guys, the water feels wonderful!" April yells. I kick off my shoes. "Ros, it's April, the water's probably freezing." Callie laughs. "Hey, someone's got to knock some sense into our April." I walk into the water. Shivers run up and down my spine and goosepumbs rise on my skin but I keep going. The cold prickles first in my ankles, then shins and thighs. April splashes some of the salty water on me. "Hey, quit it, you dick!" I splash some water back and we laugh.

"A funny part is coming! Even you're going to laugh, Rosa!" Percy exclaims happily. "Hey, asshole, what's that supposed to mean?" I nudge his side. "You're glum like a goth", Percy says staring expentantly at the tv. "You rarely laugh at anything. Nothing I've said, anyway."

"I haven't heard you say anything funny", I say coolly. Percy blushes a bit. Then we laugh at the tv programme like I hadn't said anything.

"What did you thank me for?" Skai asks softly glancing at me. I try to discreetly swipe at my eyes. I blink back tears furiously. "Nothing. It's stupid." I turn away from her. She places her hand on my shoulder. "I like stupid." I turn around at these words. Something flickers inside me. Like a fire struggling to burn but something keeps extinguishing it. I clench my hands in fists at my sides and avert Skai's gaze. "I thanked you for..." I curse my shaky voice in my head. "For treating me like a human being. You didn't treat me like crap. You treated me like I mattered", I finally blurt out. Skai streches out her arms and wraps them around me. I stay there rigid for a few seconds. It's like something big and ugly I've has harbored in my heart a really long time, melts and I find myself wrapping my arms around Skai, returning the hug. "You're welcome", she whispers as I dissolve in tears against her shoulder.

"You're the only one who remembers her. You have memories with her. You met her before any of your other friends did. She made them forget."

"But why? And who are you?"

"Someone forced her to", the woman says vaguely. "And my identity doesn't matter." She leaps to her feet. "Why did you tell me this?" I ask quickly. "I hear you're smart", the woman says softly. "Figure it out." She pushes the door open and vanishes into thin air.

taglist: @char-writes and @jezifster

also tagging: @wip-nook

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I wrote the last memory from Skai's point of view at first, then I had to change it for this so it was from Rosa's point of view. I realized when Rosa erased all the memories her friends had of her, I didn't write any of the memories there. So I decided to write them. I hope you like this snippet!

#original story #original character #victorianshannon #fantasy #fiction #original characters #ocs #wattpadstories #wattpad #writerblr

[teeto-peteto]

I was going to make a joke about Piltover and Zaun probably being the Gotham City of Runetrra, but then I realised that every region probably sounds bizarre from another region's perspective. I love this crazy planet. Can't wait for Aurelion to blow it up.

freldjord: shirtless people and short skirt length but insanely cold for the rest of mortals. everyone has mommy issues somewhat

demacia: monarchy fanatics with weird relationship with a dragon lady and civil war. there's a lady with wings who throws swords around.

noxus: expansionist empire ruled by emos and goths. and draven

piltover: nerds but also egocentric

zaun: gotham city but also egocentric (at least they got a point)

targon: mountain. people climbs there, huge space dragon. too lazy to check it out

shurima: sand and god complex idiots fight for power

ixtal: we're under fucking attack

ionia: there's pretty people there but the amount of trauma isnt worth the try

shadow isles: incel city

Bandle city: they will put you through physical and mental pain if you happen to cross with one of those

bilgewater: pirate city doesnt care about dark fog that includes savage spirits. they dont care. people die. they still dont care. normal monday.

#this is a joke <3 #everyone in runeterra hates each other #peace was never an option #(im lying they all love each other riot just doesnt want to make it canon)

[smilepal]

About me meme

Thanks for tagging me, @gloryride! 💖💖 Nickname: Liv/Smilepal online, irl it's Liv or Olivia. Zodiac: Leo Height: 165cm/5'5 Last movie I saw: Watched Frozen 2 with some friends, who managed to make a drinking game out of it--I didn't partake but it was entertaining to watch all the same. Also got to hear each song turned into a drunken sing-along. You just get used to it after a while when your friends are all former theater nerds. Everything can be made into a song if you try hard enough. Last thing I googled: "Documentaries everyone should watch"--sick at home with a cold rn, and I've been looking for some to binge-watch. It's hard becuase I'm really picky about the narrators and if they sound vaguely irritating, I can't watch them 😂

Favorite musician: Just one? That's really hard to pick, and my music taste is definitely a little eclectic, so I'll go with composers instead--easier to narrow down. Alexandre Desplat and Abel Korzeniowski are two I really adore and Martin Phipps is another favorite. The latter did the soundtracks for the Crown, and they're lovely--I like them for studying when I need background noise. Song stuck in my head: I Don't Care, Fall Out Boy. I went to one of their concerts recently and it's been stuck in my head since (along with This Ain't A Scene, It's An Arms Race). Other blogs: Don't have one, I've thought about it, but one is already hard to stay on top of and I have classes starting soon. So I definitely don't need any more distractions 😅 Blogs Following: 150-ish? I should probably go through those pretty soon and pare out some of the really inactive ones.

Amount of sleep: It depends on whether I'm in classes or on break, but generally speaking not enough. I was averaging 4-5 when I was working in a bakery/trying to juggle classes and now it's more like 6-7. Someday I'll maybe get 8-9 (I hope--I'm bad at sleep though, especially when I'd rather be gaming or talking to people on Discord). Lucky Number: 9 What I’m wearing: Red sleep shorts and a tank top that says "exercise your demons" with a little demon stretching on the front of it--it's a lazy sick day on the couch/working from home so not putting too much effort into it. Dream Job: Archivist or curator for a big museum or archive. I'd love something that allows me to work with art/history, and gives me the opportunity to travel--and maybe get some writing in there too. It's something I feel passionately about, and being able to make a living doing it would be even better~ Dream Trip: Oh man, there are so many places. Ireland/the UK is on my list--so many cool places to visit (castles please) and manuscripts to look at! And a lot of pretty nature too. Or places like Greece/Spain/France--so much cool history, and architecture (and the very good food is definitely a bonus). If we're talking inside the US, I'd love to explore the East Coast a bit more and visit some of the national parks--most of my visits there have been in the cities, and I'd like to do some more hiking. The west coast (Washington/British Columbia/Alaska) is also on my list for the same reason. Anywhere I can explore and take pretty pictures, really.

Languages: English and (terrible) Spanish. Probably going to be auditing classes for Latin/Ancient Greek in the future to help with my degree. Favorite Food: Mm it's hard to pick but I'm a sucker for anything sweet. I love a cup of coffee with biscotti or a shortbread cookie, or any sort of pastry with cream and fruit. On the more savory side, curries are one of my go-tos, especially Thai curry. Favorite Song: I definitely cannot pick just one, but my favorite genre lately has been Blues/Blues-Rock so Black Keys has been one I've been listening to a lot of. Barnes Courtney too. Random Fact: One of the first video games I've ever played was Bomberman Tournament, followed by Pokemon Silver. One of my older cousins had a gameboy he'd let me play, so that's definitely how it started. The soundtracks from those are still so nostalgic 💖 Also have good memories of watching family play the original version of OOT, or Super Mario World on the SNES (and giving me a controller so I'd feel included). The hobby definitely started young 😅 but it's definitely still one of my favorite things to do with friends. Describe yourself as an aesthetic thing: Hard to describe? Low-key goth/artsy probably, but still comfy. I love slouchy beanies and cozy scarves and oversized flannels, and long, drapy sweaters, or overshirts. Lots of black, reds and gray 💖 Leather jackets, and boots too 👌

Thanks for asking!! This was so fun 🥰🥰🥰

Tagging: @onlymeandlife @billlybutcher @faepunkprince @rindemption @saintsofvoid @katsigian @breezypunk @scarecrowshindig @heywoodvirgin @visixv @kerrybearodyne @darkendkurai @squintingneoneyes and @caffeinatedrogue/anyone else who sees it and wants to try 💖

#tag game #behind the blogger #liv speaks/rambles #most recent selfie I think? hiking and trying to pretend that it's not 90f and humid 🤢

[goattales]

Caught in the Act

Plot: The reader catches Jasper and Alice making out and he starts avoiding them cause he's way to embarrassed to deal with that. Note: the reader doesn't know they're vampires

You, in general, didn't really fit into any of those neat little groups the school divided itself into. You weren't sporty enough to be a jock, you didn't wear enough black to be a got, and you weren't popular enough to be, well, one of the popular kids. You were just Y/N L/N, some high school Senior that kept his head down. The universe had no plan for you, you were merely wandering this earth as a bystander.

But that didn't mean you didn't want to be part of a clique, because it gave people a deeper sense of belonging, a reason to act the way you want to, dress the way you like, do things you enjoy, all with likeminded individuals! But it was too much stress, you preferred to just bounce between interests- sports, art, history, books -without having to be tied to one forever.

And with all that running around your head you started to shove your books and pencil case into your bag, barely even letting the bell ring before you stood up to go to lunch. Nothing fancy in your bag today, just some leftovers from last night's dinner and a bag of candy you had been slowly working through all day.

Despite not being in a clique, you didn't sit alone; you sat with Angela, Mike, Eric, and Jessica. Bella use to sit with you guys too, before she started to sit with the Cullens, now her relationship to the group was more a see-eachother-in-the-corridor-and-smile sort of deal.

That wasn't so big of a concern for you, though, in fact the first time you saw her sit at the table you knew she wouldn't be sat with you all for long, she had one of those popular looks about her, so when she was hand selected to join the five person moping party that was the Cullen table you weren't too surprised.

In some other timeline maybe she would have gone on to joint the nerds in the back table near the stage, or maybe she would have taken to the goth table that was in the corner near the fire exit. And maybe there was even alternate universe where she stayed at this table, but that would be something you may never find out.

Not, at least, with Mike Newton pulling you back to real life with little care for your ears.

"Y/N! Are you even listening?!" Mike dragged you out of your train of thought by waving a hand in front of your face and screeching at you. That was surprisingly subtly by his standards, though.

"Mike, leave him alone, he just got out of maths. He's recovering, aren't you, Y/N?" Jessica came to your defence with an elbow in Mike's ribs and a soft sort of grin for you, and you thanked her with a small smile before you spoke.

"It's okay, Jess, but thanks. I was just thinking about existence and how absolutely infinite it is" you shrugged.

"That much, huh? Deep, L/N, deep." Mike seemed stunned, or maybe he just regretted prompting you to talk, but either way he didn't try to drag you into the conversation again, and you took the opportunity to fall back to your thoughts gratefully.

When you all parted ways for the last five or so minutes of lunch everyone waved, some hugged, and Mike and Jess walked off attached at the hip. They were together again, though who knows how long it will last at this point. You and Angela were talking the other day, and agreed that they were probably so on-and-off because they were lonely and the other was close enough to fix that for a bit.

You shook your head and huffed quietly, rounding one corner after another and then climbing a set of stairs only to realise you left your coat in your last classroom, and with a great deal of frustration you turned on your heels and took a brisk walk back. You were hoping, no praying, that the room would still be unlocked, because the teacher would have left by now and the room won't be used until tomorrow.

By some streak of luck it was, but when you pushed the door open and made a grab for your coat- laid out on the teachers desk, predictably -the shuffling of other people's clothes made you look up so fast you hurt your neck.

Stood in the back of the room were Jasper Hale and Alice Cullen, both very disheveled and looking rather like deers caught in headlights. Even from as far away as you were, you could see that Jasper's shirt was almost completely open and the straps of Alice's bra and vest top were a mess around her forearms, more of her chest on show than usual.

As they rushed to correct it and called out for you to wait, though being vague as opposed to a name-you heard a very light "h-hey, you with the coat, wait!" as you made a break for it.

You decided in that moment that you would have to move schools, because the most they did was hold hands when other people were around and there was no way you could face them after seeing that, so you spent the next three days avoiding them as much as possible.

The next day you barely dodged Alice in the hallway, narrowly avoided Jasper in the bathroom, and didn't go to lunch at all for fear of them cornering you as you entered the hall. The day after that it was sunny enough for their mum and dad to yank them out of school. The third was more perilous, you had History and sat a seat in front of Jasper, but you managed to talk the guy in front of you into switching, and you made a show of hanging behind to talk to the teacher until everyone else had left.

But the fourth day it was all over. You thought that maybe they had just dropped it, because when you sat to eat and glanced over at the table with as discrete of a gaze as you could manage, Alice caught your eyes and just looked away.

You were actually just leaving as you were bumped out of the stream of teenagers and then grabbed by what you would maybe describe as the ice cold grip of death himself, but looking down you saw it was just Alice. Little Alice with the big eyes and pretty lips, lips that right now were pressed into a thin, terrifying smile.

She dragged you into a classroom, where Jasper was sat on a table, hands clasped together in his lap and shoulders stiff.

You were actually terrified, because in the few seconds between being grabbed and then getting pushed into this room you had convinced yourself that you were going to get murdered.

"You know, my family is gonna worry when I-I'm not home by four, so killing me w-would be a real bad idea" your mouth ran despite your better judgement telling you to keep it shut, though your fear died in your chest when Jasper snorted.

"What?" Alice let you go and raised an eyebrow, looking at you like you'd grown a second head. "Y/N, we're not going to kill you, where did you even get that idea from?"

"W-well, I walked in on you two the other day, a-and you've been ch-chasing me down ever since" tripping over your words, you were scratching the back of your head as though it would wake you up, because that would be really good right now.

"Only 'cause you've been running away." Jasper spoke this time, and you looked over to see him staring at you much in the same way Alice was.

"We just wanted to apologise, because the way you found us was kind of..."

"Unbecoming" where Alice trailed off, Jasper picked up, and you found yourself rushing to speak.

"Oh! Oh- no it's fine, I've walked into worse. This is a high school, freshmen are practically feeling eachother up in the halls every day. I just, well you two don't even hug around other people, s-so I assumed you would be super annoyed that I walked in"

Jasper shrugged and Alice shook her head, laughing softly.

"No! We were just really ashamed that you had to see that, especially Jazz." as Alice spoke, Jasper nodded along, and spoke only when she had finished.

"I hope this has not altered the way you see us, Y/N, though perhaps we can build a friendship from this experience."

Lost for words, you nodded, and something inside of you starting to warm up at the idea. Perhaps the universe, in all its vast and unpredictable glory, had a plan for you after all?

#twilight #jasper hale #alice cullen #male reader #twilight x reader #twilight x male reader #jasper whitlock hale #male reader insert #my writing #this got way longer than i thought it would

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Character Buildin' Question Time: IM IMAGINING THEM SINGING HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SONGS NOW: Which American high school stereotype fits each of the heroes best? (Like, ya got the jocks, nerds, goths, glee club kids, etc etc) ~BONUS~: Now that we're on the subject, did the heroes all have regular schooling? If so, favourite subject?

CBAnon!!!!!!!!! Dude honestly I really should make a full on highschool AU for the UH lmao that’d be so fun (like picture it- Thorne are from a rival school or something lmao).

Steel- Punk and Musical kid but also jock, aka that one person no ones ever sure of. Had pretty regular schooling and completed A levels in Maths, Sports, and Music, but didn’t pursue higher education. Favourite subject was Music.

Echo- Musical kid/Nerd. Same as Steel, regular schooling but didn’t go for anything after college (in which he completed A levels in Music, Drama, and Psychology), and his favourite subject was Music.

Trix- Goth/troublemaker kid. Trix had patchy schooling until about Year 9 (so around 14 years old) when they kind of....stopped for certain reasons (:P). Favourite subject was probably...Music in all honesty (what is it with me a music-loving ocs...???). If they’d gone to college, they would’ve done Music, Drama, and Sports

Phoenix- Cheerleader that’s actually nice and is dating the jock. ‘Homeschooled’, liked drama and art. If she’d gone to college, she would’ve done A levels in Drama, Art, and Sports.

Griffin- Bookworm/Loner. ‘Homeschooled’, but he liked English a lot. If he’d gone to college, his A levels would’ve been English Lit, History, and French.

Control- Jock/the kid thats always getting into fights (aka kind of a troublemaker kid). Regular schooling (with A levels in Engineering, Physics, and Electronics), and was halfway through a degree in engineering before becoming a hero (therefore, her favourite subject was engineering).

Cerebella- The Art Friend. Regular schooling, and completed her A levels in Art, Psychology, and History. Liked Psychology the most, but also liked art a lot.

Megawatt- Jock that’s dating the cheerleader. Regular schooling, but didn’t go to college and instead became a hero/trainee at around 16 years old. Favourite subject was sports. If she’d gone to college, she would’ve done Engineering, Sports, and Public services.

#aj chats #oc stuff #oc steel #oc echo #oc trix #oc phoenix #oc griffin #oc control #oc cerebella #oc megawatt #cbanon #look!! you have ur own tag!!! im gonna go back and retag everything lmaoo #Anonymous