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marvelsswansong · 2 years

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summary: you're completely oblivious to how men stare and flirt with you. Steve isn't. But he doesn't care so long as you continue to be his sweet girl.

tags: Steve x bimbo-ish!fem!reader, basically she's a hot feminine girl with no social cues/zero awareness of men's attempts to flirt, so much fucking fluff, implied smut/one sexy-ish scene, Steve being a protective bf

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-> a/n: does this count as a himbo x bimbo relationship sksksks. I'm just a sucker for bimbo!r fics where the bf is v protective.

⚠️ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞.⚠️

It's easy for Steve to spot you in the crowd.

The bakery is swarming with people, it being a sunny Friday afternoon, but he's still easily able to pick you apart from the masses: the shiny lip gloss, the short skirt, the click of your black heels on the cobbled floor. The dip of your v-neck shirt and your perfectly manicured nails, your delicate lashes fluttering softly as you nod along cluelessly to another guy attempting to get your attention.

Steve decides to amuse himself for a bit, leaning against the wall out of sight from you to examine the rotation of men trying to flirt. He doesn't blame them - you're walking sin in heels. What with the way your mini skirt flies behind you when you run, exposing your lace panties underneath, or how you giggle and fumble with the silver butterfly necklace on your neck when you're embarassed.

Worst of all, you're not even trying. You're just that sweet, that kind hearted, that... oblivious to how men gawk at you and thirst after you like you're an oasis in the middle of a long-stretching desert.

And right now, the guy at the front is laying it thick with the flirting, but you're not picking up on any of his innuendos.

"So, you work here a lot?" the jet-blacked hair jock questions, leaning against the counter. You smile politely, nodding.

'Weak pick-up line.' Steve thinks.

"Yeah! I've been working here for about a month." is your response, your smile bright and genuine, your voice preppy and dripping with sunshine and honey.

God, you're so damn sweet and cute, Steve thinks.

The guy hums in fake interest.

"So, uh, (Y/n)-" he says, reading the name tag stuck to your work-mandated apron (which honestly does nothing much to cover the skimpy outfit underneath). "How well buttered are your muffins?"

The comment makes Steve cringe internally but you simply frown, cocking your head to the side.

"...None of our muffins are buttered. They contain butter, sure, but we don't put any butter on top." you reply matter-of-factedly, making the cocky smile on the guy's face fall. The raven haired man crumbles like chalk in front of you, before he coughs awkwardly and attempts to regain his confidence.

"No, baby, I meant..." he leans forward, placing his left hand on top of yours this time. "Do you need any help getting your muffins buttered? Because I am very good with my hands."

Your eyes light up at his comment, but not for the reason the guy hopes for.

"OHHHH.... are you here for the job opening? For the baker's assistant position, right?" you say cheerily, turning around to take the 'help wanted' poster off of the wall. The guy starts to refuse, shaking his head sideways but you're not even looking at him, your eyes fixated on the poster. "It seems that you're in luck, the deadline doesn't close for another week."

You thrust the piece of paper into the man's hands, before resuming your place behind the register.

"Will that be all?" you ask sweetly. It could read to others as sassy and savage, but the funny truth is that you mean no malice: you're being wholly genuine and honest. But the line has only gotten longer and the mother holding a small child coughs sternly behind the man, forcing him to bow his head in shame and walk away. The sight makes Steve let out a quiet laugh, the defeated look on the creep's face a sweet victory for him.

Steve decides to make himself visible then, waving at you from the back, your smile widening instantly as you spot him.

"Connor, can I take my break now?" you yell into the kitchen as another co-worker takes your spot at the register. As soon as your boss yells out a "yes", you're throwing the apron down and running up to Steve. You hug him fiercely, your arms wrapping around his neck as Steve lets out a quiet "oomph" at the force and speed with which you hug him.

"I thought you had work until 6 today." you mumble into his neck, not letting go of your boyfriend's body. Steve chuckles, running a hand down your back as he breathes in your familiar scent. Floral and citrus sweetness - a blend of vanilla, cinnamon and peaches.

"I got off early and wanted to surprise you, sweet girl." he responds, pulling away to peck you lightly on the lips. You whine at that, never satisfied with a light kiss as you tug him back down by the collar of his shirt, modesty be damned. The kiss is intoxicating and hungry, your hands traveling down his chest as you mould your lips against his, practically backing him against the wall.

Steve has to be the one to lightly tap your shoulders and push you off of him, a light red blush coating his cheeks as you frown and pout your lower lip forward.

"Why'd we stop?" you whine, completely unaware of the fact that half of the store is staring at you and Steve.

"We gotta save the... heavy kissing for places that aren't crawling with kids and families. Alright, angel?" he suggests lightly, smiling as he pats your cheek with his left hand.

You sigh dramatically, before you let out an excited gasp.

"Can we go get dessert then? I saw that there's a new ice cream store in town and Robin's been too busy with Vickie." you complain, crossing your arms across your chest. The motion causes your shirt to ride up, exposing more of your waist, which Steve quickly covers with an arm around your torso.

"Of course. Whatever you want."

You give him a dazzling smile, one that never fails to make his stomach churn and his mind buzz, before he laces his fingers with yours and guides you into the front seat of his BMW.

When you two arrive at the ice cream store, the cashier refuses to let you pay after taking one quick look at you. You accept the free dessert with a bright smile and before the guy can even attempt to ask you for your number, you're pulling Steve's hand and asking the poor guy in front of you if your boyfriend can also get the ice cream for free.

Steve has to suppress his laugh: it's happened so many times at this point that it's amusing to see you accept discounts and free food/drinks from thirsty men, never even questioning why they'd offer you that in the first place, before dragging Steve along into it.

Afterwards, you insist on sitting on the roof of Steve's BMW to watch the sun set whilst eating ice cream. But it's hard for Steve to focus on what you're saying - or for him to eat his own damn ice cream - when you're sitting with your legs thrown over his lap, your tongue dragging across the sweet dessert slowly in between sentences.

A firey desire lights up in his stomach as you slowly lick the top and drag your tongue down the side, letting out a satisfied moan at the taste. The knowledge that you're doing it naturally - that you're not even trying to tease him or anyone else - makes the sight even more erotic and Steve's not the only one to have noticed.

Feeling the prickly stares of a group of junior boys parked across the street, Steve makes it a point to twist his back and shoot a deathly glare at them. The boys are quick to avert their gaze after that and Steve feels satisfication seep in.

"And I told Dustin that I think- hello. Stevieeeeee." you sing song, waving your hand over his face. "Are you even listening to me?" you pout.

"I'm sorry, yes, I promise I'm listening."

You let out a disatisfied 'hmph' at that, a sour expression appearing on your face, which he's quick to dismiss by kissing you tenderly.

"I'm sorry I got a little bit distracted." he mumbles against your lips as you sigh. Taking another slow lick from your cone, you raise your eyebrows.

"What were you distracted by?"

It's such an innocent question, one which makes him chuckle, fingers brushing against the pads of your knees.

"You, of course."

The comment makes you smile shyly, your gaze dropping to the floor - six months into dating and you're still not good at receiving your boyfriend's compliments.

"Oh.... I guess then, uh, that's okay to be distracted. If it's me."

Steve's fingers lazily play with the edges of your skirt, his gaze flickering in between admiring the fabric and your gorgeous face.

"You have no idea, do you?" Steve finally questions, referring to your effect on men and all the attention you've been getting the whole day. You shrug your shoulders at the question, biting your lower lip.

"No idea about what?" you genuinely ask, confused.

"Never mind." he responds, biting into his ice cream. Steve's quick to then sit you on his lap as the sun finally sets on Hawkins, his arms wrapping around your shoulders as you complain about it starting to get cold.

"I know another way we can get warm." Steve suggests into your ear, biting your shoulder. You frown at that before your back straightens and you turn around excitedly.

"Oh, I know this from last time! You want to have sex." you practically announce for the whole parking lot. A few passerbys even shoot the two of you a dirty glare.

"Yeah, baby, but you don't need to shout it out loud." he chuckles into your skin as you smile sheepishly.

"Oops. Sorry."

"No worries." he says, sliding you off his lap before winking at you. "You can save the screaming for later, my sweet girl."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x female reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington oneshot #1k #2k

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michelleleewise · 2 years

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Hellooo! Can I ask for a short where Loki has a huge crush on a gender neutral reader? Of course, said reader doesn't know about this. It would also be nice if you could make it angsty and sprinkle it with Loki's self-deprecating thoughts.

Thank youu!

I was trying to decide which pov I wanted to use.......ao hopefully this turns out ok lol aaaaaaand here we go.........

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Be Mine..

Pairing: Loki x gen! Neutral reader

Warnings: self esteem issues, self deprecating thoughts, angst topped with fluff, unrequited love, Tony being a jerk, mentions of alcohol.

Summary: Loki has longed for you for some time, but who could ever love a monster....

Loki saw you across the room. Sipping his drink he watched you mingle. He felt a pang of jealousy as he saw you laugh at something the captain said, placing your hand on his arm. He glared as he saw his oaf of a brother go up to you, seeing you engulfe him in a hug. Why couldn't that be him? The one stealing your smiles, hearing your laugh. Why couldn't it be him your arms were wrapped around, holding him tightly. He knew why, no one could love a monster like him.

He sighed making his way to the bar. Ordering another drink he thought back to his interactions with you. Since he came to the tower he had been shunned, treated as less then by the others, and who could blame them, he did try to take over their planet, but you, you offered him a smile and a welcome when eveyone else offered disdain. You were kind to a fault, helping him shop for clothing, or figure out that infuriating AI stark had installed. If you judged his actions, you didn't show it.

He quickly became enamored with you. Your kindness and gentle nature pulling him to you like a moth to a flame, he was stranded in the desert and you were his oasis. He found himself seeking you out, looking for you in every room, and when he found you, you were always quick with a smile and curious to know how he was doing. But he knew if he ever showed you who he was, what he was, you would run and never look back.

So he watched you from afar, keeping his feelings hidden behind the mask he had perfected. Deciding it would be better that way, safer. Love had never favored him, and he didn't expect anything to change soon. With a sigh he scanned the room, looking for someone to take to his bed for the night, he needed the distraction when he saw you walking towards the bar.

"Hey Loki, why are you over here by yourself?" You asked watching him. "Y/n, I don't feel my company is welcome among your friends." He said motioning towards the heroes. "Well, I welcome your company." He heard you say as he looked at you smiling at him. "I don't think your friends want you around me." He said, nodding to Tony and Thor looking at them. "I really don't care what they think." You said stepping closer to him.

He felt his heart beat a little faster at your closeness. His stomach in knots as he looked into your eyes, looking down to your lips and back. What he wouldn't give to taste them, feel them against his. The things he imagined you doing to him in the dark of night, when he allowed his thoughts to wander. "Listen Loki, I wanted to talk to you.." you started, but were cut off when Tony came over, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Hey y/n, why are talking to this guy, we're all waiting for you." He smiled at you. "Hi Tony. I'm actually in the middle of something." You said glaring at him. "With reindeer games here? You know he's a murderer right?" He said glaring at Loki. "He's only here because Point Break is babysitting him." He said laughing. "He should be in jail, or better yet.." he started "I apologize y/n, but I must be going." Loki said setting his glass down. "Wait, Loki don't go." You said grabbing his arm. He looked into your eyes, was that concern? "I am quite tired, I'm going to retire for the night. Stark." He said nodding, gently pulling his arm from your grasp as he headed for the elevator.

"Glad that's over." Tony said turning towards you. "You are an utter asshole you know that!" You yelled pushing past him. "What? It's true, he killed people." He said holding his arms up. "Yeah and so have I, and you, and pretty much everyone here! If he's a murderer then we all are!" You yelled storming out of the party heading for the elevators.

You stood outside Loki's door for what seemed like an eternity. You had never been to his room, and weren't entirely sure you were welcome. You were about to abandon your quest and leave when you heard what sounded like a sob, it was quiet but distinct. You decided in that moment you were not going to let him feel worse then he probably already did, so you mustered all the courage you had, and slowly knocked.

You saw the door crack open slightly, enough to see one of Loki's eyes, seeing it was red you knew he'd been crying. "Hey Loki, can I come in?" You asked shifting back and forth. "I'm not really up for company y/n." You heard him say. "Please? Just for a minute." You asked. After a minute the door swung open as Loki stepped inside, you followed him closing the door. "Are you ok?" You asked as he sat on the couch. "I will be fine, you don't need concern yourself." He sighed looking down. "Well i do, and I will." You said sitting down next to him.

"Y/n, why are you so kind to me? You see how the others feel. So why?" He asked looking at you. "Well, I know you aren't what they say you are, I know you like to hide behind those walls you put up, but I think deep down your kind, maybe even a bit sensitive." You smiled nudging his arm. "Me? Sensitive...please." He scoffed looking down again. "Yes, you God of Mischief. I think you are. And maybe a bit insecure." You shrugged. "And pray tell, how would you know that?" He asked sitting back.

"Well, I guess I don't know for sure, but I can feel it. The way you close off, or pull away from everyone, I think you don't want to get hurt so you don't allow anyone in." You said fidgeting with your hands as he watched you. He nodded "well you are wrong about one thing y/n, I have let someone in." He said crossing his arms. You looked up, locking eyes with him, unable to look away. "Y/n.." he started, leaning forward as you lunged forward, pressing your lips to his.

You pulled back, seeing his eyes wide, mouth open. "Oh god, I'm sorry. I don't know why I did that, well I know WHY I did it, but i.." you felt like your head might explode "i...I'm gonna go." You said starting starting to get up when Loki grabbed your wrist "wait, please." He whispered, making you sit back down "I'm sorry Loki, really i.." You were cut off by his lips on yours, gently moving to suck on your bottom lip as he pulled back, watching your reaction.

"Y/n, there are things about me, monstrous things." He said grabbing your hand. "Loki. I don't care, I don't care what you've done in your past, that doesn't define you. Who you choose to be now, that's who you are." You said looking at him. "You have no idea how I've longed for you." He said meeting your gaze. "Seriously?" You asked "yes. You are kind, funny, intelligent. you accepted me when no one else did." He said "do you think, maybe." He started "would you be mine y/n?" He asked watching you as you smiled "yes, I think I'd like that." You said engulfing him in a hug. You held him like you would never let him go, and if he was honest, he didn't want you to.

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@vbecker10 @lokiprompts @lulubelle814

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pomellon · 11 months

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I’ve been a little vague about how Funz starts in the dtk+ dragon au, mostly cuz I do want to attempt to actually write a fic for it, but this is basically the idea I have in mind for the beginning:

Foolish has created a lush oasis in the middle of the desert, big enough that it looks more like a small jungle. The greenery has attracted other surviving dragons over the years, all of which started to look up to Foolish as a type of demi-god due to his strong magic abilities. He didn’t bond with any of them, so they started referring to themselves as his followers instead of his flight, and after a while they grew determined to find him an actual bond. They want him to be happy, but they also want him to have heirs down the line, strong dragons with his blood that would make their settlement even greater.

Foolish hasn’t bonded to anyone for years tho (for centuries, but no one knows how old he actually is at this point), despite new dragons joining the settlement frequently. So they set out to find other flights and invite them to send their best dragons to court him, offering them a safe haven in their oasis should they succeed with a bond. Foolish isn’t really into the idea, but his followers have grown a bit fanatic and he rather just go along with it then deal with them yapping at him should he refuse.

The news of the courtship eventually reaches Bad’s flight who have been interested in scouting the oasis out for some time already, wanting to know what kind of magic could make such a place possible. They quickly come up with the idea to send someone to the courtship, but then the question becomes who?

The only dragons that have gotten their god claim are Sam, Punz, Sapnap, and Boomer, and it’s quickly decided that a dragon with magic should go since they’re desirable in many different areas. Sapnap and Boomer are almost immediately ruled out due to being too young, and while Sam is the oldest he has issues regulating his magic which defeats the purpose of sending a dragon with magic abilities. This leaves Punz.

Punz absolutely hates this plan. He’s not fond of social assignments to begin with, so flirting and schmoozing up to a random dragon he doesn't know is definitely not something he wants to do. Secondly the courting is meant to result in a pair to produce offspring and they know Foolish is a scout, meaning Punz, who’s a guardian, would be a horrible match when it comes to producing eggs. On top of that Punz’s scales are covered in a lot of knicks and battle scars and at this point in the story he’s struggling a little bit with his self image, not really seeing himself as attractive and making him even more reluctant to go.

He pretty much refuses until the others convince him that Foolish not being interested in him due to being a guardian will actually give Punz more of an opportunity to scout the place out. It takes some more convincing but eventually he agrees to go with Sam and Ant coming with him to act as support and backup if needed.

Ant and Sam do their best to doll him up for the first day, covering his scars with jewellery and silk accessories. Punz still feels very out of place when he arrives at Foolish’s palace, most of the other courters being nurse or scholar class dragons that would match well with a scout. He’s the only guardian, and he can’t help but regret this plan even more, simply wishing to get it done with so he can be ignored and do his job.

This does not happen however, as Punz standing out in the crowd makes Foolish instantly zero in on him, curiosity about the guardian peeked and determined to get to know him better.

And that’s where I’m gonna leave it for now uvu

#funz #himbros #c!punz #c!foolish #dsmp shipping #dtk+ dragon au #pom talks #they turns idiots in love while Sam and Ant watch from the side lines uvu

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elvisabutler · 2 years

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can you do headcannons on pa reader and austin being in a secret relationship bc he has to be in a pr relationship (they don’t want austin and reader to be pr bc it would be to obvious it’s for the movie)

okay so quick disclaimer, this is a pa! reader but not the pa! reader y'all are used to seeing from me. mostly because my brain couldn't quite wrap my head around that one. ( give me a good night's sleep tonight and low key i'll probably do it anyway. ) but tw: jealousy. so much jealousy. cheating but it's a pr relationship so confusing on that front.

consider. you both hate this. with a fiery passion you two only usually show each other.

you both can't argue against it because while everyone and their mother on set know that you two are dating and have been since filming started after the covid shutdown the wb higher ups have no idea.

and you and austin want to keep it that way because you know what the paparazzi does to couples who meet and fall in love on set. you're not about to deal with that.

it will also hurt anyone's chances to get an oscar. it shouldn't but baz, catherine, and the two of you kind of come to the agreement that it will.

consider. you do not get to pick who austin dates nor do you get to pick who you are dating. this leads to both of you ending up with people who are charming and attractive. this is a problem because on a good day you are jealous person by nature when it came to austin. and on a bad day austin is a jealous person when it came to you.

basically both of you are obscenely jealous and fight at least once a week in your shared apartment when you can both get to it without any paparazzi following you. on more than one occasion

you have accused him of cheating. he has done the same thing. you both make up before the night is over but by the middle of the press tour for elvis you're both at your limit.

you ask baz and the rest of the producers if it is possible to stop the pr relationships. they respectfully tell you not until at least the end of the press tour. preferably after oscar nominations are done.

you cannot wait and break things off with your pr relationship before being talked back into joining it again when reminded maybe you have a chance at an oscar too.

consider there's a break in the press tour that you use to have your pr relationships near you while you go to your shared apartment. you agree to try and have fun with this. it then becomes a game of who can make the other more jealous kissing and doing whatever with the other person in the pr relationships.

you win. every single time.

and your prize is getting- well, austin likes to show you who you belong to and it certainly isn't the attractive eyecandy you have to drag along on events that isn't him.

when the press tour is over you find that they only shove the two of you with your "significant others" when they really need to. a red carpet but other than that, they let you and austin live your life. still mildly separate but you aren't stuck watching him stick his tongue down someone's throat and vice versa almost every single night.

consider! austin gets caught leaving the apartment when he's supposed to be with his pr relationship. this is about two weeks before oscar noms.

damage control one hundred percent happens the second it hits deux moi or tmz.

there is talk about just introducing you two as a couple.

you are both here for this.

they decide that well austin's already fucked it up so might as well.

he still gets the oscar nom, you don't but that's okay because there will be other times for you and he deserves it.

he wins. and thanks his best girl. his beautiful girlfriend, y/n.

"you didn't have to make out with him like that?" "like what?" "like he was an oasis in the desert."

"how come you never wear jeans that make your ass look like that with me?" "you see me naked! why do i need to?" "because like seeing your ass look good in pants? that's like asking me why i need to wear those jeans you like." "that's different." "oh my god, i will call her up and make her take you for an outing today."

#i've been writing i swear.#but i'm also sick.#so headcanon night it is.#and tbf the other piece was mostly written last night. so i've only written this in between naps.#austin butler x pa! reader #that's gonna be my tag for the not normal for me priscilla actress i think.#austin butler x priscilla actress reader #austin butler headcanons #ally writes #austin butler #austin butler x reader #this not necessarily my favorite piece #but i also might expand on it later. at some point.#i'm sorry anon. forgive me i just felt bad because you were languishing in my inbox.#not on purpose. i just have a tendency to jump around in my inbox when it comes to requests.#i do see them all i promise.#ah late night posting you have gotten me again with my errors.

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lost-sandwich · 8 months

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Alright so I keep forgetting to post this in the day and only remember at night and I'm tired of "oh I'll post it tomorrow" ever and over so here it is now!

More info about them below if you'd like to know more ^^

These are two of my rain world oc's! The slugcat is called the Prophet! They love to paint using all kinds of different plants and bugs and other materials. In game you would be able to find points of interest and if prophet was holding a viable item or two it would initiate a short cutscene of them painting something, progressively getting stranger and of things they couldn't possibly have seen.

The prophet also has a thick piece of skin on their back, this piece of skin is able to withstand a direct spear hit once per cycle before needing to heal again.

While painting a large piece, the Prophet decided to take a snack break but was interrupted by a vulture trying to grab them. It missed and instead scooped the Prophet on its head and zoomed far into the sky. A long while later of struggling to get the scug off of its head they were flung off, way down into a large structure in the desert where they fell into a pond and managed to survive the drop.

The structure is an iterator named Guiding Unified Neutrality! (or GUN lol) This iterator was in the process of being built before the mass ascension happened which left them permanently half-finished. GUN was supposed to be a vacation spot, an oasis in the middle of a desert for Ancients to flaunt their power and wealth and actively encouraged to bring and show off their pets. Some of these pets specially bred, others completely custom made to see how strange or beautiful they could be mutated and changed.

GUN now does his best to stay out of the scalding heat during the day and works at night to study the animal life that has evolved around his structure from the specialized and strange creatures long descended from the Ancients pets. A large orange lizard likes to visit them frequently and have become good friends after being fed centipedes.

#rain world #oc #sandwich art #centipede #bug #cw blood #blood warning #slugcat #iterator #orange lizard

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heliinx · 11 months

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“the dead can’t hurt you” From Lyss because DUH... >:3

Send “lethal protection” to have my muse kill someone in order to protect your muse. (@serpentofslaanesh)

Imprisoned wouldn't be a perfect word for her situation.

Khazaan certaintly kept his eye (and sometimes his hands and even his dumb, ugly snout--) on her, but other times he didn't care, content to let her wander off. And surprisingly far, though she was semi-sure there was a specially trained Flesh Hound ready to drag her sorry hide back the moment she went too far...

Not that there was much reason to. Khornates might respect her, as she was essentially the Greater Daemon's now, bound by pact, but she was unsure about the Slaaneshi. And from what she could tell, there were four types running around. Those who swore fealty to Lyss, those who belonged to N'kari, those who called Nqaraxa their master, and those free roaming daemonettes who bowed to no one but Slaanesh himself.

...But the she-rat was oh so filthy! Her pure white coat crusted with dry blood, both her own and that which oozed constantly from the bodies of the Blood Daemons. From Khazaan, who enjoyed terrorizing her and pretending he was going to eat her from time to time. So, when the sun was gone, she hitched up her last Killer-Culler and headed for the Oasis in the middle of the desert. The only source of water.

It wasn't long at all before a gang of Heart Seekers decided to dog her steps, their lithe steeds easily outpacing the clunky thing Xeenq had constructed. Based on their flesh colors, and scents, she could tell this was the fourth kind of Slaaneshi. They belonged only to Slaanesh and, from the sibilant threats they were hissing at her, Heliinx would soon be too.

She was able to crush one or two with her mount, but the third one lept and knocked her from the back of her creature. She scrabbled to her hooves and threatened them with her claw. They paused long enough to marvel at the mutation, odd on a ratkin, and lament over how such an ugly, bloody-crusted creature like her should be similar to them in any way.

But soon the tittering stopped and the sands hissed with the sound of loping Fiends of Slaanesh, their statuesque master not far behind. Heliinx knew that smell and hated how familiar it was to her nose: Lyss had arrived.

And she was none-too-pleased by the sight before her...

#ask #serpentofslaanesh #//what if you tried to take a batch but the Slaaneshi daemons said:#*bath

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Monster bar Glory hole

In the bustling oasis city of Ja Radeez. The magic naturalism of the winding stone roads, buildings interlocked between the roots of the great giant glowing tree in the center of the city. Centuries of built-up culture. In this luminancent utopia rests a small but frequently travelled bar. Many drinks are served to the eclectic collection of guests which range from brutish orcs, to fluttering faeries. On the outside you are led up to the establishment via a beaten stone path, amidst a sprawling residential district. The roots of the great tree twisting around the wooden buildings, and paper lamps illuminating the evening air. Moss overtakes the roofs of each building, including the bar which has no door. There is a large open-arch which allows guests to enter without any restriction. A large aged wooden sign on the sloped roof that reads “The drunken Roc”. The bar has a certain reputation among the students that attend the nearby university. It’s often frequented by those looking to get up to some frisky, some sexual encounters of the casual kind. The booze flows cheap enough, and acts as a social lube for those unfamiliar with the night-life of the antiquated city.

You enter through the archway and into the loud but cheerful sound of those patrons already getting up to throwing back their favorite drinks. Mugs clinking, shots being gulped back swiftly before being set down firmly upon the counter where the androgenous hucow bartender with long black hair walks back and forth swiftly trying to keep up with the orders. Mugs being filled, shots being poured. Blue-collar workers going on about their day. The song of the bar, the song of the city filling the air. Laughter, crickets from outside, and the sounds of drinks being filled in the bar. There’s a group of human men playing cards and making bets, at a wooden table in the middle of the room. Many other tables are filling out the rest of the relatively spacious inside. All the same stained and dull circular wood tables, they’re worn from years of use, and accompanied by similar looking chairs. Among the blue-collar workers are the students of the college that have come here on dates, or singles looking to get lucky. You look around and make note of several couples. Some of them are mixed races, very non-conforming gender pairings. Some even appear to be non-couple relationships, many in the group, and unconventional dynamics. The bar has that inclusive, and very wholesome atmosphere that proceeds it. You take special note of a group of men. At the table there’s a harpy, a gray-skinned orc, satyr, vim-vim and an elf.

A vim-vim is sort of a desert dwelling cat person with interesting cultural mannerisms. An orc is a brutish person with a wicked lower jaw that has teeth poking through their underbite, and a tribalistic hairstyle. A harpy is similar to a human if you can get past the muscled bird legs, and the fact their arms have built in wings which makes it difficult to do any job that would be anything other than delivery. A satyr is a short and pudgy goat-race that is very hairy, and oftentimes culturally crude. The elf has long blonde hair and blue eyes. He is well kept, well dressed, and has the typical elongated ears elves are known for on full display. This table of friends, eclectic in nature. They’re having a merry old time. They’re taking shots of a unique looking liquor in a clear glass bottle. The liquor irradiates an unnatural green color in the dimly lit room. Between shots they make flirty comments at each other and even kiss one another in various regions of their admittedly quite attractive frames.

There is one **other** thing this bar is known for, and well actually that’s why you’ve decided to come. You’ve heard that “The Drunken Roc” is famous for its gloryhole. You’ve come to the bar as a night off from your studies, and well you do have a certain craving. A craving for something in particular and well it’s not the booze. You have an oral fixation, and the thought of anonymously blowing a bunch of cocks, and slurping up their thick viscous nectar has you drawn here to this **unique** establishment.

Upon entering the establishment you notice there’s a closet sized room in the left-hand side of the spacious interior. The outside of the closet has a wooden door on one side. On the other there is a pair of tiny red curtains hanging from a curtain rod, covering something? Perhaps it’s a tiny window. Above that you come to the realization that the rumors are true. Above the tiny curtains there’s a clear sign carved into the sign of the stained wooden closet. It reads “FOR GLORY; STEP INSIDE”. A very clear and obvious message for those who might be interested in receiving a cock between their lips, or those seeking to have their penis orally massaged by those willing.

The bartender calls you over to the counter with a friendly wave and a shout. They have a pudgy face, wear glasses, and long black flowing hair. The cute androgenous hucow bartender also has cow horn horns poking out through that flowing fur that extends down their back. They’re wearing the typical looking apron you’d see in this kind of bar. It’s almost maid like but is very worn from many years of use. All patched up with different multi-colored fabric and stitching with stains that line what white bits remain. The bartender asks you what you’re having and gives you a wink. You tell them you’d like an apple ale and they swiftly turn around. They turn around and then start to pour it out of the cooling tap. The cooling tap which is powered by the glowing magic crystal embedded in it. The crystal gives off a similar blue glow to that of the great tree in the center of the city.

You drink with the bartender and make casual talk about the bar being a popular destination for tourists for dates. The bartender brags about how many people their establishment has brought together. How their special blends of alcoholic drinks just brings people together like no other bar in the city. They go on to explain the art of finding the perfect drinks for those interested and how they can help build an experience to be shared between two or more people. You then bring up the **special** drink you’re interested in, subtly hinting about the potential **experience** in the corner. Their eyes light up, and their tone of voice changes to an excited one. “Oh I see” they go on to explain that it’s been a quite a while since someone has ordered **that** drink. They slide an empty pitcher across the counter and instruct you to go inside the closet from earlier. They explain that it’s illuminated there, and there’s a stool for you to sit on while you wait for your **drink** to poke through the curtains of glory.

So you do walk all the way over to that off-beaten part of the bar that has suddenly become the attention of everyone. The patrons of the bar, their eyes seem to follow you as you make your way slowly to the closet. That excitement that you’re trying to hold back, as the space between your legs becomes engorged from the arousal. From that arousal an anticipation is welling up inside you as your receptacle between your lips yearns for the meaty packages about to be inserted between them. You can’t help but to drool while being wholly aware of their focus upon you as you open the closet and step in. As soon as you’re inside you’re greeted by that faint familiar blue glow. The walls are bare wood, not even painted, there’s counters carved into them counting what you know to be the cocks the previous occupants have pleasured with their lips. You sit down and lean forward toward the curtains. Just as you do you hear the bar-tender announce that “Hall of Glory” has opened for the night. “Feel free to use it until your cocks are content”.

After a bunch of comotion you hear footsteps just outside as the curtains part and a massive cock slides in. There’s a musky smell that fills your nasal cavity. The gray phallic stick just in front of your lips is engorged. It must be as thick as your forearm. You grip it around the base and begin to slide your fist around it which can barely meet at the other side of the thick member. What a wonderful way to start the suckathon. You press your lips against the soft mushroom-cap giving it a kiss. As you hear a groan of pleasure muffled by the curtains in reaction to your attention. Your lips part as you slide that cock between your lips, at least as far you reasonably can. It’s a massive penis, and saliva is dripping down your tongue as your oral-sex hole just craves in desperation to lube itself up for this literal monster cock. It’s not long before it begins to stiffen more, and begins to pulse with that effort, that pleasure you’re spreading from your drooling drip hole straight into this phallic friend that has you aroused and aching. Aching for that cum which is spurting into your mouth. It’s thick and warm. Those big balls emptying themselves in your eager and horny mouth. You can scarcely contain the growing mouthful you’ve captured. He pulls away and you gasp, spitting the cum into the pitcher the bartender provided to you.

After your mouth is cleaned out into the pitcher you see another cock slip through those red curtains of lust. Your mouth is dry and drooling for more cum. You eagerly lean forward on the slightly scaly but otherwise normal human looking cock. Your saliva lubricates the otherwise rougher exterior as your lips slide down upon the new guest that has come to visit you. Your new guest which has entered your mouth, that phallic friend being massaged along by your tongue which is wobbling back and forth along his shaft as you grip and suck the cum. Your pressure between your lips causes the pressure in his balls to become too much until your pleasure becomes too much. Too much sucking, too much lips brushing against his sensitive scaley cockhead which is now pumping between your lips which are so firmly gripped around the cock in your mouth. You hear him moaning, almost singing from the pleasure as you take him deeper, as you go deeper with every suck, deeper with every spurt hitting the back of your throat and pooling on your tongue. There’s even more cum than last time. That hot and thick creaming monster juice enters you. That creamy thick heat of the cum filling you up, and making you tingle for more.

There’s even more cum filling your ballooning cheeks. Your lips are covered by the semen dripping through your closed mouth. The absolutely inhuman levels of cum which you shoot into the pitcher. Quickly removing it from your closed mouth, and into that pitcher which is already half full of creamy fluid. Your lips are watering darling, as you crave more cock which has already entered. More cock has entered the hall of glory. A soft spongey cockhead is poking you in the cheek. You spin around to find a penis resting pleasantly against your lips. A short and fat cock is resting against your horny, tingling, and eager to please lips. Your cockhole is drooling. The fur at the base of the cock makes you think of the goatman from earlier. That Satyr that was hooting and hollering with his friends. Certainly you wouldn’t mind sucking him off. As your lips plunge down on his throbbing penis which clearly hasn’t had much attention in a while. Every slip and slide of your tongue, of your lips going along the thick shaft seems to make him moan desperately for more. Your mind is going blank from the lust filling your tingling hole. That space between your legs aching more and more for you to continue to suck, drool, to slide along that shaft, and to take that mushroom cap deep. Almost as deep as you’re going into this, as much as you’re enjoying being a glory hole. Your mouth feels glorious as you suck these wonderful cocks that have entered your domain. That have spread your lips and pumped such juicy liquid. Such sweet nectar inside of you. He grunts and his cock stiffens as hard as a board. Cum is gushing out as you swallow. This load is almost as big, and almost as thick as the last. You struggle to keep it inside as his cock begins to twitch and he wails in pleasure as other men outside say “Holy, wow, they’re that good huh?” Your pride in sucking guiding you deeper into this as the cock pumps itself soft inside of your drooling drip hole. He pulls away, and must be as white as a ghost after that act of lust you enacted up his horny prick.

You deposit the cum swiftly into the pitcher as you await another phallic guest. It’s almost three-fourths of the way full now. You’re almost ready to get your **drink**. Just as you finish the deposit, as all that spit and semen pours into the glass the next cock slides in just as erect and yearning as the other ones. It’s long and skinny, and there’s no indication that it’s exactly a monster cock but it is pretty big and delicious. Delicious enough that you crave to slide your tongue along the length to tease it. You lick this cock back and forth fervently before allowing that fleshy helmet to part your lips. Allowing that fleshy cock to plunge into your oral cavity that is dripping wet. You can’t help but to touch yourself as one hand grips around the base of his cock. Stroking him, stroking yourself as your lips slide along his wonderfully pumping shaft. That heat that is spreading through your dripping and tingling lips. You hear a high pitched moan, and a voice from early comes back to you. You realize that yes, yes you’re sucking off that cute elf from the table. His cock embodies his outward appearance “long and skinny”. He begins to thrust in rhythm to your stroking. You're stroking as you glide your lips around him. He’s grunting, and he’s panting. One more later and his dick stiffens even more before twitching furiously, as it surrenders to the onslaught of your tongue. Cum pooling into your mouth, and dripping over your lips as you milk it out. You’re milking him dry with your dripping wet hole.

He steps away and you gasp as you spit up more juicy jizz into the pitcher. The pitcher is now full and you decide to finally give it a drink. So you lift it up, now completely full and honestly quite heavy. You place your lips to the part which would normally be used to pour the contents into mugs. And you begin to chug, cum flowing back into your mouth. A slurry of layers of cum dripping backward, as you swallow and take your lust deeper. That creamy cum being guzzled down into your belly until finally the pitcher is light, and almost empty but your belly is full of your reward. That juicy cream you sought so hard, that you sucked off a bunch of bar patrons anonymously.

Finally another cock from that table slips through those curtains. Your drink is empty but there’s still more cock to suck. Your lips wrap around the bumpy cock of that noisy vim-vim from the table. The sound of purring filling the air. You begin to suck and as you do, you hear more feet, more people, and more monster folks lining up to be pleasured by you. The night is still young after all. You’re still dripping and horny. So you bliss out and continue to suck until the wee hours of the morning.

*snap*

#brainwashing #hypno slave #hypnodoll #hypnokink #hypnosis #hypnotist #hypnotized #hypnotized girl #mind control #trance

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Fox Plot

I have spent some time choosing between three main ideas, The Stink Wizard Mag Smrodu, Waiting for the Turtle Train and The Fox. I had a good idea of what Stink Wizards and the Turtle Train would be but the Fox idea was still wide open.

The Stink Wizards

The Stink Wizards idea revolved around three elemental wizards, one being Mag Smrodu the stink wizard, another being Mould Wizard and finally Mud Wizard. They commit felony tax fraud and are on the run from the IRS. The idea would be a comedy action adventure film where they have some kind of wacky plot to flee the country and start new lives as farmers in Argentina. I wanted to have their escape be the central goal of the group and have them escape police and the IRS through slapstick chase scenes where they use their magic powers to outsmart and escape the police. I liked this idea a lot and thought it would make for a really funny film but I dont know if the amount of action in the plot would be viable for me to do on my own, and without the action I figured that the plot would feel stiff, slow and the concept would fall apart and the humour wouldnt come across. If the wizards just talk, whats the point in their powers. I also had an idea to do their trial but as all three would be wacky wizard characters the joke of absurd courtroom antics might get a bit repetitive as the setting isnt very flexible. Ultimately I decided to shelf this idea.

Waiting for the Turtle Train

This film is set in a shrinking desert oasis where the last animals are waiting for the train to leave as their way of life is no longer viable. The train is a large turtle and is the only form of transportation. I wanted to do a series of scripted interviews with these characters where while at a small train station in the middle of the desert they would explain their situation, what they used to do, what they want their life to be like and generally give insight into their life, hopes and fears. I wanted the characters to range from predators to pray and give them varying human roles and traits. My characters included a rabbit who has many children she is traveling with, she wants whats best for her kids and has lived a quiet life and is saddened by having to leave, another character being a rattle snake who is some kind of criminal, this character is humbled by the collapse of their society and although is not changing their ways entirely has some regret for their contribution to the situation. I want some humorous characters like a possum and mouse who are good friends that lived together and are co dependant in many ways and a hedgehog with a cactus as a friend. I liked all these characters a lot and found it quite easy to come up with new ones, but while the conversational interview style would work well given my time period, it didnt have the comedy or oomph which drives me to work on projects, I found myself struggling to give all the characters purpose to create a bigger story and when I came up with a bigger story - for instance an idea where pipes which appeared in the oasis pumping out water to a nearby town - when trying to incorporate that into each of the characters motives it just felt preachy and uncharacteristic of all of them, and if it wasn't going to be included as a big plot point, it felt unnecessary. I kind of lost the point of my idea and thought it was a bit of a nothing burger. I do think it can be made good with enough thought but I don't know if I'm excited enough by it to take the time that it needs.

The Fox

My third idea was The Fox, I wanted to have a fox and a lazy shopkeeper admire a wall oposite the shop keepers house. The fox sneaks into the shop keepers house and looks at the wall and they develop an odd semi companionship. While the man doesnt let the fox stay he takes the fox to a park and gives it some food. The man goes back to his life and while working in the shop an old lady comes in complaining about the fox which is rustling around and making noise outside her house, she says someone "ought to do something about it" and hires a french black market fox hunter to exterminate the fox. The fox hunter comes into the shop and questions the shopkeeper but during the interogation the shopkeeper notices the fox outside the shop, the fox is signalling for him to be quiet and the shopkeepr explains that he doesnt know what the hunter is talking about and hasnt seen any foxes. The hunter leaves and after the shopkeepers shift he heads home. He hears the fox as he walks home and sees the fox howling and screeching in excitement and happiness as the fox looks at the wall, the man smiles and they both sit together.

the hunter arrives and calls the shopkeeper who panics and turns to look where the fox was, but the fox is gone. The hunter is supicious and says he heard noises but the man claims it was him. The hunter, tho suspicious leaves and the shopkeeper goes home. When he gets home he sees the fox sat in his chair and is spooked.

I don't know where this plot goes from here but I really like the rhythm and flow of it and have a lot of fun imagining the possibilities of what could happen. I think this has a lot of potential because as long as the fox hunter loses and the man and the fox remain safe and good friends the story has a clear and satisfying ending, so whatever leads to that point can be wacky.

I think one of the strengths of this idea is that if the fox is sneaky it can allow me to animate it less than other characters and so this will save time, the small cast and strong setting also gives it a clear sense of space which will make writing and drawing out backgrounds a lot easier as it is based somewhere I used to live in Kemptown, Brighton. The characters all have strong personalities and clashes and I'm particularly excited by the fox hunter. I have written a series of quips which has been really fun and helped form his villainous background. One of my friends is French and has the accent and agreed to record voice lines for me when I get to that stage and so I'm confident this character will be really funny.

"I will catch de fox"

"Vermin!"

"Egh"

"This is no ordinary fox!

"Ahh, I am getting closerrr.

"You are acting very suspiciously Mr Hugh"

"You are crafty... but I am one step."

"I once worked in the circus. They loved me... I was Alexander the Great Fox Tamer...That was long ago. Now I am Alexander the Fox Conqueror and I will conqueror this fox!"

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Oh man those are GORGEOUS! Can we have some basic facts about them all? Or would you prefer we ask about each individually? :D

Let's start with the Tale boys:

Wander is a member of the beast clan, powerful shapeshifters that have, in his world, been hunted to near extinction through stigma and misunderstanding. Thusly, he spends most of his time among people in his monster form, to keep from being hunted down and killed. He is far too curious and attached to mankind to keep his distance entirely, though, and wanders his world as a merchant, peddling rare and magical trinkets throughout the land. The largest of the beast boys in his beast form, yet the smallest in his monster form, and the most powerful of them. Lonely, due to fear of being discovered for what he is.

Raven is a tengu monster and a VERY clever boy, easily able to dismiss people's fears of him being a demon with his charm, and is in love with the sky, flaunting in front of adoring crowds, and anything shiny. He has taken it upon himself to be something of a tour/travel guide, and takes his payment in precious metals. Supremely greedy, and extremely flirtatious. Fond of flings.

Cobalt is a legendary creature not often seen outside of myths, and is, unfortunately, a solitary being, through an accident that took most of his family from him an age ago. He is timid because of this, living deep in the forests of his world, but approaches human settlements to add to his collection of comfortable sweaters and blankets, which help insulate his cracked and sensitive bones from both weather and damage. He leaves gifts from his treasure trove to make up for his thievery. Longs for a mate but is too afraid to try.

Aqua is a siren, a rare male member of the largely matriarchal species. He is a traveler, loves to swim his way around the world to see every sight that he can, though he returns to his home waters once a year to assist in the continuance of his species. Not very intelligent, but extremely charming, especially with the aid of his magically enchanting song, and well known for wooing women off of beaches and into his arms.

Aranea is an ancient being, a son of Arachne, and the minor god of abandoned and abused women. Gifted with immortality so long as he has one soul to love, he has made a habit of rescuing women from terrible fates, abusive husbands or unwanted arranged marriages and the like, and joining them with his harem of beloved wives to ensure their happiness for the rest of their days. Devoted to his cause, his many loves, and his numerous children.

Next are the Fells:

Brutus is a member of the beast clan as well, but in his world, the beast clan have taken command and control of their homeland, where mankind have largely become livestock and possessions. Brutus is the king's most accomplished tracker and hunter, hunting down escaped humans to return them to their rightful place of servitude. Prized breeder and egotist.

Ash lives in his own personal kingdom among the sands, soaring over the plateaus and scrub brush on wide wings, scaring his prey into hiding just for the fun of hunting them down. His home is a beautiful oasis in the very center, which he guards jealously. A bachelor known for stealing women away to his oasis, a chain smoker, and a scoundrel in desperate need of a bath.

King is a hybrid lamia, composed of many deadly breeds to make him an almost unparalleled hunter, and a danger to any desert settlements he decides he wants to steal from. His trove is vast and legendary among any treasure hunters brave enough to attempt to take it from him, though none have thus far been successful. Monogamous, but often long outlives his mates.

Regin is a legendary leviathin, long-lived and written of in many ancient texts. The last true member of his breed, many of the others so old and large they have fallen into an eternal slumber. Responsible for the sinking of Atlantis, which he attacked to steal a remarkable treasure... a collar capable of letting him shrink his form to a more manageable size. Very fond of stealing women from cruise ships, and pretending to be caught in fishing nets.

Shale is a distant great great grandson of Aranea and a wanderer, traversing the world searching for new sights and the occasional mate. He is bitter, in love, disillusioned by the way his mother clung to his father and neglected her children, and has no trust for women, staying only long enough for his mate to give birth to his children before taking them and leaving in the middle of the night, to raise them on his own.

And now the Horror boys:

Cerberus is a member of the beast clan, and is the result of experimentation, inbreeding, and a great deal of abuse. Taken from his litter and placed in a circus for his mutations, he has lived most of his life in a cage, stunted in growth and almost completely incapable of speech. Each of his heads has its own personality: the green is kind and quiet, the blue intelligent and even-tempered, and the purple angry and protective. An expert at pretending to be a simple dumb beast, to avoid attention and too much expectation from the ringmaster. Refuses to mate, despite his keepers' best attempts to force him to.

Ghost is the guardian of a snowbound forest, a once kind and magnanimous protector to all who passed through his woods, most especially of the various villages dotted through it. A selfish hunter ruined that peace by attempting to kill him as a trophy, however, shattering his skull and twisting his mind, and left behind a savage, territorial killer in the wake of his former kindness. The woods are now a place of horror, hunted by a beast with nothing left but his instincts. He searches for a mate, but none thus far have been able to bear his appearance. Some say the wind that howls on the darkest nights are his cries of lonely misery.

Asper is the only survivor of his clutch, after they were cannibalized by his starving father. He wandered the land alone for many years, irreparably scarred by the occurrence and shunned everywhere he went. Out of fear of being killed for his shattered and scary appearance, he fled to the mountains and delved deep within an abandoned jade mine, and has dwelt there ever since, afraid of the sun and other monsters and anything that moves too quickly for his poor eyesight to keep up with. Desperate for a mate, but too ashamed of his appearance to attempt to find one, after being rejected and hurt so many times.

Nautilus is a kraken from the deepest depths of the ocean, dragged away from the crushing depths and into the sun by illegal fishing in the ravine he dwelt in. Hurt and confused and lost, he settled himself in a reef bedecked by many sunken ships, and slowly recovered enough to make it into a home, slowly hunting or scaring away all other predators in the area until only shoals of glittering fish remained behind. Has ultimately despaired of finding a mate in this area of the ocean.

Nox is the aberrant creation of curious scientists, taken from his nest at a young age and subjected to horrendous experiments and shameful mutilations, and eventually torn completely from his spider form and joined with the lower half of a giant scorpion. Furious, in neverending pain, and given far too much power, he broke free and destroyed the lab where he had been held, taking the lives of every scientist that had tortured him before escaping into the world beyond. He is possessed by an intense hatred of humans, convinced they are all cruel, heartless, and would only seek to harm him further, and has concocted a suitably, at least to his twisted mind, cruel manner of taking his vengeance. None thus far have survived it.

#myth monsters #summaries #tale #fell #horror #the trifecta #lamias #driders #sea creatures #tengus #beasts #long post #sorryyyy #it wouldn't let me put a read more for some reason

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Take Good Care [Cobb Vanth X GN!Reader]

Summary: When Freetown’s beloved sheriff comes home after another long day of work, you welcome him back with a smile and warm lap to rest his head. Of course, what starts as an innocent head massage can sometimes become something far more intimate.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sexual content including handjobs, orgasms, implied oral sex, and other extremely horny life choices that involve the consumption of certain viscous bodily fluids

Word Count: 2.8K

A/N: This one started out as a response to an anon’s innocent request for post-work comfort and cuddles but my mind apparently had other plans. Apologies to anyone looking solely for delicate fluff; this ain’t it. I don’t know what slutty spirit possessed me because I stayed up past 2:00 to write this and have zero regrets. Again, no beta. We die like dumb, horny men.

Being the sheriff of a sun-baked town in the middle of the deserts of Tatooine has never been easy for Cobb. Ever since he swore an oath to protect the people of Mos Pelgo (or Freetown as it has come to be called) he’s spent majority of his time chasing off unwanted trouble. Whether that trouble be a gang of shifty spice runners or a massive krayt dragon, Cobb Vanth is the man to go to.

It’s an exhausting life, one that has placed him in deadly situations more often than any one man should experience. But to have the trust of the people and the comfort of knowing he will always be the town’s first line of defense has made every sleepless night and broken bone worth it. Nothing brings a big ol’ smile to his face like seeing Freetown prosper.

Well, except maybe you.

The moment you blew into town, he knew you were something special. You’d been through hell. He could see the toll the desert had taken on your body when you walked into the cantina. Your clothes were tattered, your skin dry and dirty. You didn’t have a single credit to your name or even a spare shawl to wrap around your head. And yet there was an unexplainable gleam in your eye. Despite your struggles, despite all of your loss and loneliness, you had hope. You were an oasis among the dunes and, Maker, did he want to know what it felt like to drink its waters.

He welcomed you personally to Freetown that day, showing you around and introducing you to some of its people. You appreciated the gesture, thanking him before you told him that you weren’t even sure you would stay longer than a day or two. With a grin so casual you could have sworn you’d known each other for years, he simply replied, “Well, no matter what you decide to do, you’ll always have a friend in Freetown should you need me.” It was just the kind of sentiment a lone wanderer needed to hear so you elected to stay. Just for a few days, you had told yourself. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months and all the while, Cobb Vanth wormed his way into your heart.

Now, half a year after stumbling into town for the first time, you have no intention of going anywhere.

“Y’know, I’m not sure I’m ever gonna get used to this.”

Pausing your patchwork on one of Cobb’s shirts, you look up to find him leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a crooked smile on his face.

You raise your brow. “Used to what?”

His smile grows impossibly wider despite the exhaustion in his eyes. Hell, if it weren’t for the dark circles underneath them, you’d probably never even notice just how worn out he is.

“Oh y’know,” he says as he pries himself from the doorway, “Stumblin’ back home to find myself starin’ down the most heavenly person I’ve ever seen. I could do this every day for the rest of my life and feel like I’m lookin’ at you for the very first time.”

You can’t help but chuckle as he strides across the room toward your resting place on the sofa. “You been writing poetry between rounds or something? I’ve never heard a guy say something so lovey-dovey.”

“What can I say? You make a fella want to dote.”

“Well don’t get carried away. We don’t need everyone in Freetown thinking that the sheriff’s gone soft,” you tease.

Cobb feigns offense. “You suggesting I can’t do my job, darlin’?”

“Mmm…Not necessarily. But I am suggesting you kick off those boots and lay down before your knees buckle.” You place the shirt on the table beside the sofa and pat the empty space next to you. “C’mon.”

There’s the briefest moment of hesitation on his end, almost as if he’s debating whether he wants to keep up the tough sheriff routine. But just as quickly as the thought reaches his mind, it bolts for the hills and he finds himself tossing his dusty boots into the corner of the room. Then, with a low groan, he collapses onto the sofa.

Like clockwork, his head falls onto your lap and your fingers immediately find their way between those beautiful silver locks. To this day it amazes you just how soft each strand is. He spends hours upon hours out in the sun and blowing sand and yet he has a head of hair so perfect it would make any man jealous.

“How’s the new deputy?”

Cobb lets out a sigh, rolling his eyes at the mention of his hot-headed subordinate. “Still alive,” he scoffs, “But that’s about all the good I have to speak of.”

“That disappointing, huh?”

“Until he learns to keep his mouth shut and his finger off the trigger, I don’t think there’s anything I can do to reel ‘em in. It’s an attitude problem. If you wanna do the job for any reason other than helping the town, then you’re not gonna get very far.”

“Give him time. We all have our adjustment periods,” you say with a reassuring smile.

“Somethin’ tells me his is gonna take a whole hell of a lot longer than I’d like.”

“Then it’s a good thing he has the best sheriff on Tatooine to show him the ropes. If anybody has the means to keep him in check, it’s you.”

Cobb tilts his head back a bit, looking up at you with a cheeky grin. “Well you sure know how to charm a guy. You always been this smooth?”

“Only when I want to be. And only for unbearably hot lawmen with red scarves.”

“Thank the Maker I never got rid of this ratty ol’ thing then,” he muses as he flattens the end of his scarf against his chest.

“Honestly, count your blessings. I would have hit the road as soon as you started flirting with me if you didn’t have it wrapped around your neck when I met you.”

The two of you exchange smiles, his laughter rumbling in his throat as he gazes up at you. His eyes are so soft, so full of love an adoration that you want to lose yourself in them.

While one hand continues to massage his scalp, you bring the other one up to cup his cheek. As soon as it makes contact, the fine hairs of his beard begin to gently scratch and tickle your skin. Some days the feeling drove you up the wall and made you consider taking a razor to his jaw while he was sleeping at night. Right now, however, it’s perfect.

Cobb’s fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling your hand to his lips so he could kiss the butt of your palm in reverence. You let out a gentle sigh of happiness. These were the moments you treasured most: the little acts of intimacy that reminded you just how lucky were to have stumbled into his life. If you had to cross the dunes on foot a hundred times over just to have him like this another day, you’d do it.

“Alright, enough with the puppy eyes,” he says after a long moment of pleasant silence, pausing only to press another kiss to your knuckles, “Let’s fix this whole get up.”

He sits up with another quiet groan. One knee remains propped up on the sofa while the other leg stretches out to hold him upright. Now towering over you, he grabs your calves one by one and hoists them up onto the cushions between his open legs so that he has you laying flat beneath him with your head propped up on the arm of the sofa. Then, taking great care not to place the entire weight of his body on top of you, he finagles his way down to rest at your side, one leg bent to drape over your thighs and one elbow digging into the sofa to keep his upper body lingering above you.

The warmth and weight of his figure pressing against yours is an absolute delight. With your hip wedged against his groin and his breath tickling your cheek, you feel a very familiar twist of excitement in your stomach.

“Got a problem with me taking care of you, sheriff?”

The corner of his mouth curls upward into another crooked smirk. “Oh, trust me, sweetheart, you’ll still be takin’ care of me,” he replied with a subtle roll of the hips, “I just prefer the view from up here.”

You crumple his scarf between your fingers and pull him down to steal a kiss, that familiar tickle of his beard against your skin sending a jolt of electricity to your gut. When he pulls back, he lets out a long, pleased sigh that coaxes a small rush of hot air over your lips. It takes an immeasurable amount of self-control not to whimper and seek out the satisfaction of another kiss. Instead you settle for a counter move and shift your leg to rub your thigh against his groin.

Swallowing a groan of pleasure, he pushes himself forward just enough to pin your body to the sofa. “Easy now, baby. We don’t want this to end too fast.”

You tighten your grip around the fabric of his scarf and jut your chin skyward in a small gesture of stubborn defiance. When you offered your lap as a resting place for his weary head, the last thing you expected was to find yourself on your back with the heat of arousal burning inside of you. Yet here you are, heart pounding in your chest and the ghost of his lips lingering on your mouth.

“You better kiss me good,” you murmur lowly, “Or I swear on every last one of my ancestors’ graves that I will walk out of this room and leave you to take care of yourself.”

Apparently a threat is exactly what was needed because the words flip an unseen switch in his brain and his eyes darken. His lips come crashing into yours with the hunger of massiff that hasn’t had a lick of meat in days. You release the scarf from your grasp and wrap both arms around his neck. Your fingers find their way back to his head, burying themselves in his hair. Curling a few locks between your digits, you give an experimental tug. The sound that it draws from his throat is so guttural and uninhibited that you nearly lose control.

He tilts his head, nose scrunching up against your cheek as he drives his tongue between your lips. You welcome him eagerly with a quiet moan. Teeth clank together and breaths hitch as you kiss one another with reckless abandon. It doesn’t take long before you’re ripping the scarf from around his neck and blindly fumbling for the buckle of his belt.

“Off,” you whisper against his mouth, fingers helplessly tugging at the waistband of his pants.

He immediately obliges, slipping the belt from around his hips and hastily undoing his pants so you can have your way with him. You shove your hand inside the newfound access point and give his cock a single squeeze through his underwear. The kissing comes to a screeching halt as Cobb’s jaw goes slack with a breathless moan.

“Keep going…Please…”

There’s definitely no need to ask twice. Using both hands, you push his pants down past his hip and dig his cock free from its cotton restraint. As if his head has become far too heavy for his neck to hold, Cobb’s forehead presses firmly against yours. Keeping one hand at his groin, you bring the other up to cradle his cheek. He’s putty in your hands now and, Maker, are you living for it.

Fingers wrapping delicately around the base of his cock, you begin to drag your palm along its length. The movements are slow at first, your focus mainly directed at easing him toward release. But when you swipe your thumb across the tip and feel the familiar warmth of pre-cum coat the tip of your finger, you know you won’t be able to drag out the work for very long.

On the next pull of your hand, you tighten your grip on his cock. The extra pressure hits the perfect nerve and makes his hips instinctively buck forward.

“Ohhhh, baby, just like that,” he murmurs before biting back a deep groan in response to yet another squeeze of your hand.

You pump your hand some more, careful not to put too much pressure into your grip. There’s an air of desperation surrounding him but you know you can’t bring him to edge just yet or you risk watching him crumble before he really gets worked up.

The hand at his cheek gently pushes at his jaw, guiding his mouth back to yours. He accepts the wordless invitation and pries his lips apart to welcome your eager kiss. With his mouth locked against yours once again, you adjust your grip and slide your hand along his length at a new angle that forces the head of his cock to drag across your wrist with every stroke.

Cobb moans into your mouth at the new sensation. He doesn’t say anything but the way his hips jerk forward makes it perfectly clear that he approves. And if the faltering of his kisses says anything else, it’s that he’s getting very, very close.

“Go ahead, darling,” you coo against his lips, “Let go…”

With a tiny nod, he shifts his body slightly, angling his hips just enough to allow himself to move freely. Practically straddling your thigh at this point, he starts snapping his hips and shamelessly fucking your hand.

Watching him give in to his instincts like this is satisfying beyond words, especially when he starts to lose control. This desperation, this fervent need for release is something only you get to see. To everyone else in Freetown, Cobb Vanth is a charming yet ruthless gunslinger that can take down an entire gang of criminals with one blaster. But here, in the hallowed walls of his home, he’s yours to hold and to ravish.

As his movements gain speed and his breathing gets too heavy to stifle, he ducks his head into the cove of your neck. The obscene sound of his pre-cum slicked cock sliding between your fingers is just loud enough to be heard beneath the groans seeping from his throat. With his climax fast approaching, his breathing quickens and what once was deep, guttural moans has now become something akin to helpless whimpers.

Knowing fully well that one little thing could set him off, you use your thumb to push against the sensitive flesh just beneath the tip of his cock. A choked moan crawls out from deep within his chest and his hips jerk forward violently as he cums. You do your best to contain the mess, catching most of the fluids with your outstretched hand. A few erratic bucks of hips, however, cause his cock to slip through your grasp and paint a strip of cum from the bottom of your jaw down to your collarbone. You almost gasp at the sensation of hot, viscous fluid hitting your skin. It’s not an unwelcome feeling by any means, but it catches you off guard nonetheless.

With a few gentle pumps, Cobb rides out his orgasm and trembles above you. He leans a bit heavier on your side but manages to keep himself from collapsing entirely. A few labored breaths and he pries his head from the comfort of your neck. His eyes immediately trace the line of cum along the other side of your jaw and throat. Unable to hide his pleasure at seeing you like this, he mutters a breathless curse.

“You truly are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispers, “And, Maker, do you know how to tear me apart…”

To your surprise, he doesn’t get up to find a rag or wipe the fluid with his thumb. Instead he leans over and drags his tongue across your skin, following the trail of cum from beginning to end. It’s something so incredibly obscene that you find yourself speechless and shuddering with arousal.

Before he can swallow, you yank him into a hungry kiss and claim your share. With the taste of him on your tongue and the mind-boggling realization that he’s tasting it too, it’s impossible not to moan into his mouth. You had convinced yourself a while back that it was impossible for him to get any hotter. Now you have no choice but to thank the stars that you were wrong.

Cobb’s signature smirk finds it’s way back to his lips when he pulls back to find you gazing at him with pupils blown wide and lips red and swollen. “Oh I know that look,” he purrs as his thumb rubs at your jawline, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart, I’m gonna take good care of you…”

When you find yourself completely naked with his head between your thighs not long after he utters those words, you have no doubt that the sheriff is going to make good on his promise.

#Rated E for Extremely Obscene #Forgive me Father for I have sinned #But then again you gave me these cursed hands with which I write so this is basically your problem now #This is a DILF-positive blog and I shall not be shamed #Hope y’all don’t mind the descent into horniness #Cobb Vanth X Reader #Sheriff Vanth #Cobb Vanth Reader Insert #Reader Insert #My Fic #The Mandalorian #Star Wars #Star Wars Reader Insert #Cobb Vanth Imagines #Star Wars Imagines

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nightingaelic · 3 years

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Companions react to a House victory at the aftermath of Hoover dam?

Anyone else ever notice how House likes the idea of snowglobes so much he decided to make a really big one called New Vegas?

The words of the Strip's owner rang over the heads of the defeated NCR men and women that marched west, back across the dam they had so desperately defended. "Vegas will be a shining jewel in the middle of the desert, an oasis of light, a beacon to show mankind the way to the stars."

The Securitron that bore Mr. House's face and voice turned toward the courier that had seen that vision secured. "This is just the start, you see. This is where it all begins."

The courier looked out over the battlefield and nodded. "I can see it. A new beginning."

The face on the Securitron's screen flickered and disappeared. Robert House had never been one to mince words, nor overstay his welcome.

Arcade Gannon: Across the dam, Arcade hopped out of the vertibird, fuming. His power armor hit the pavement with an impressive shudder and clang, electricity sparking between the coils and vacuum tubes. It was the one time Arcade felt like a superhero, and he was going to make the most of it.

The courier paled as he stomped toward them, shrinking somewhat against the group of Securitrons that accompanied them. "Arcade," they said quickly. "Listen, I-"

"No, you listen," Arcade cut them off. "After everything I've done for you, everything my family has done for you, I was foolish enough to think we'd left some kind of impression on you and that you were actually listening when I went off on tangents about independence and the future of New Vegas. Well, imagine my surprise."

He gestured at the Securitrons. "Tell Mr. House he did a good job. Even next to driving out the Legion and the NCR, rebuilding the Strip and surviving the goddamn bombs, his greatest accomplishment was convincing you that he had New Vegas' best interests at heart."

Arcade ignored the courier's protests and turned away. He was glad of the power armor, then. It hid his shaking hands.

Craig Boone: "You really think he'll do better than the NCR?" Boone asked from where he was seated atop the barrier at the dam's edge.

The courier sighed. "The NCR isn't gone forever, Mr. House knows that. But they don't get to barge into someone else's backyard without asking permission, and they don't get to use our electricity unless they pay for it first."

Boone watched the NCR soldiers filing by, the way they deflated with each Securitron they passed. He shrugged. "Okay."

When he slid off the concrete safety wall, the courier turned to him, surprised. "Going somewhere?"

"Home," Boone replied, moving to join the departing troops. "Wherever it is, nowadays."

Lily Bowen: Lily straightened her hat and tutted disapprovingly. "How nice of you to tidy things up for that House man, dearie, but he should be out here cleaning up his own messes."

"He doesn't get out much anymore, Lily," the courier explained. "I'm just here to supervise. His Securitrons did most of the work."

"But look at you, sweetness!" Lily said proudly, patting them on the head. "Leading a robot army all by yourself, isn't that precious?"

The courier chuckled and swatted her hand away playfully.

Raul Alfonso Tejada: Raul took in the train of departing NCR soldiers and whistled, long and low. "What's that line they say about the casinos?"

"The house always wins?" The courier nodded. "Appropriate."

"Órale." Raul shook his head. "You know, I'm still not convinced that House didn't upload his brain into a computer. You won a war for a ghost, Six."

The courier looked over at him with a grin. "Want me to introduce you two, next time we're at the Lucky 38?"

"No seas gacho, I'm in no condition to be meeting 200-year old superstars," Raul replied, gesturing at his blood-spattered jumpsuit.

"And I am?"

Rose of Sharon Cassidy: Cass sighed, took a seat on a nearby bench and put her head in her hands, ignoring the blood on her fingers.

"You alright?" the courier asked, sitting down next to her.

"Don't know," Cass replied quietly. "I just feel a little... I'll be fine. Give me a minute or two."

"Is it your heart?" the courier pressed, concerned. They tried to put a hand on her shoulder, but Cass shrugged it off.

"Need some space," the caravanner said flatly.

Veronica Santangelo: "You asshole!" Veronica shrieked, bursting through a group of defeated NCR troops. She lunged at the courier, but before she could get anywhere near them, she was overtaken by two Securitrons. The robots held her back, but she strained against their metal arms anyway, incensed.

The courier's outward stoicism wavered. "Veronica, it was-"

"Tell me you didn't," Veronica pleaded, tears brimming on her lashes. "They were... I heard... all of them, dead. Six, why?"

The courier's hesitancy was enough to confirm the Scribe's suspicions, and she burst into tears. She managed to get her power-fisted arm free and punch one of the Securitrons, but she was immediately buried by a third and fourth. The courier backed away from the scene.

"Murderer!" Veronica cried as they fled.

ED-E: ED-E beeped, sounding somewhat unsure of itself. It floated ever-so-slightly away from the Securitron that had been possessed by its owner, as if afraid its own processes would be overcome by a voice from afar.

Rex: Rex barked at the disappearance of the man on the screen, confused. The screen flickered a few more times until the usual picture popped up, a man in a cowboy hat with a winning smile. "Howdy, little partner! You sure did swell, holding off that Legion advance today. How 'bout you ask your owner for a treat?"

Rex whined and turned to look up at the courier. The courier dug around in their pockets until they turned up a piece of dried gecko meat, which they tossed to the cyberdog. Rex caught the piece and tore into it with relish.

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mothandpidgeon · 3 years

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Pedro from the Phone - Part 2

PART 1

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Pedro Across the Street x You

Summary: After Pedro tries to connect with you in person, he continues receiving mysterious phone calls but you have strange news. This is the follow up to Part 1.

Words: ~1600

Rating: all ages? (sorry this is not sexy)

Warnings: even more pining???

A/N: I really thought this was going to be a one shot and I liked the open ended mystery of this fic. Honestly I wasn’t even sure anyone was going to be into it to begin with. But I was totally shocked! I have never gotten so many requests for more on my writing and I am just a whore for your love. (OK that’s not entirely true. I wouldn’t write more of this if I didn’t think it was working.) Anyway, the people have spoken. So I’m super curious if you like where it went or if I ruined a good thing!

(And I’m working on some actual Calls smut so stay tuned for that.)

---now

Your foot was bouncing uncontrollably under the table. Your heart was drumming. You’d ordered a coffee but it was impossible to drink it when your stomach was doing backflips.

You were sitting outside the cafe in your normal seat. You’d been so excited that you’d gotten there 20 minutes early. You’d done your hair carefully and picked out one of your favorite outfits. You were going to meet Pedro. In the flesh.

You couldn’t believe how nervous you were. It seemed like you already knew him so well, there was no reason to feel intimidated. But you had butterflies. Maybe it was because your friendship was, of course, due to bizarre circumstances. And those circumstances had meant you’d gotten to know him better than some friends you’d had for years.

Life had been so boring before Pedro. You could get lost in the sound of his voice. And even though the phone calls baffled you, you’d grown to anticipate them— checking your phone over and over. You remembered how empty it had felt when the phone stopped ringing. You’d really thought you’d lost him forever. And you’d wondered if he even thought about you or if he had just been grateful the interruptions were over.

But you’d finally gotten another mysterious call yesterday, woken up in the middle of the night like a dream. You really had thought you’d been dreaming when you heard him say, “We should meet up.”

You chewed on your bottom lip. Every time a man passed by, you wondered if it was Pedro. No, that guy seemed too skinny. Too young. Too short. Could you even tell someone’s height by their voice alone?

You checked the time on your phone. 11:59. 12:00. 12:01. Your phone rang and you dove for it.

“Pedro, where are you?” you asked. You wished you could hide how excited you sounded.

“What? I’m right here,” he said. His voice sounded strangled.

“I don’t see you. I’m sitting out front,” you said. There were no other people at the cafe that were alone. You spotted a man walking down the sidewalk but he wasn’t on the phone. Maybe Pedro had gotten the address wrong. But something in your gut told you that wasn’t it.

Maybe he realized what a bad idea it was to meet an absolute stranger. Maybe your first instincts had been right all along. Maybe you should be thanking your lucky stars that you hadn’t just walked into the hands of some kind of creep.

“I think I have to call you back,” Pedro said. He didn’t sound right.

Your hand shook under the phone. “What? Wait,” you tried.

Now you didn’t care about how panicked you sounded. If he hung up, would you ever hear from him again?

“I’m standing right in front of you but….this doesn't make any sense,” he said.

“What do you mean?” you asked.

You stood up, eyes searching around for a man whose face you wouldn’t recognize.

“I don’t understand,” Pedro said. “I’m sorry-”

The line went dead.

Your mind was swimming. You felt like you might cry. Why would you do that? You didn’t actually know Pedro at all, you realized, and expecting him to show up had been foolish. There wasn’t going to be a handsome man attached to that voice. You’d gotten your hopes up. You’d gotten ahead of yourself. You’d fallen in love with a fantasy.

You stood there, trembling, clutching the phone against your ear even though there was no one on the other end.

“Hey.” Behind you came a familiar voice.

You turned around. It was him. Somehow you just knew it. He was tall and broad with dark hair, a few strands of silver. His strong, tan jaw was dotted with patches of scruff. He looked at you nervously, his brows furrowed. His soft, dark eyes were sparkling with longing.

“Pedro?” you breathed, overwhelmed by the sight of him. None of this made a lick of sense.

He nodded and he broke out in a smile, looking over your face like you were an oasis in the desert.

---then

“I don’t understand,” Pedro said.

He was standing at the cafe, looking down at your nervous face. You didn’t have a clue about who he was, it was painfully obvious. And now he could see how anxious he was making you. You were edging your purse into your lap.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I thought you were someone else.”

He’d hung up the phone. He got out of there as quickly as he could. He couldn’t make sense of what had just happened. He’d seen you there, right in front of him, heard your voice. It was unmistakable. But it wasn’t you. How could you exist in two places at once? He sat in his car for a long time, staring down at the blank screen of his phone, shaken.

He didn’t get another call for a week. Although he missed you, he had been so confused about the situation and so embarrassed by how much it had disturbed him, he almost didn’t want to hear from you again. But now the phone had decided it was time to connect you. He looked at the phone for a long time, frozen. At the last second, he picked up.

“Hi,” you said. You sounded cheerful.

“What the hell happened?” Pedro asked, resigned.

“It’s you,” you said with a quiet laugh. “This is so weird.”

You had trouble explaining what, exactly, was going on. You told him that he had shown up at the cafe except it wasn’t him exactly, not the same Pedro that had been on the phone. But the two of you had shared a coffee, hit it off. In fact, you’d just met up again for dinner and you’d had such a good time.

“But-”

“I know,” you said. “You told me.”

He’d told you that he’d been waiting since that first time at the cafe, that he’d been talking to you, even still, for months on the phone. This whole thing was crazy. These phone calls seemed to have jumped the track of time or reality or something. You didn’t really believe in that kind of thing. You barely had to because you had met Pedro as promised. It didn’t matter why it had happened or how. You were just so giddy.

“I think I like you, Pedro,” you said bashfully into the phone.

It made his heart melt but he felt something else. Was it possible to be envious of himself? Some version of himself from the future or some other dimension?

The phone kept ringing and every time, Pedro picked up. It was still you. You spoke to him with even deeper familiarity than you had before.

“How’s work going, babe?”

You were getting to do more of the things you had talked about.

“We’re going away for the weekend. Driving up the coast.”

It made Pedro even more desperate to be with you. You asked him a lot of questions about what he was doing but it seemed like you already knew the answers. You and Pedro, your Pedro, were growing closer.

Pedro would go to the cafe every Saturday. He felt like he was insane, sitting inside, watching you write. Wishing that time would speed up so he could start living this life he’d been hearing all about. Sometimes he would see you laughing into your phone and he knew that you were talking to him, a conversation he’d already had.

Some days, bitterness drove him to doubt and he questioned whether there was truth to anything you were saying. But then you’d mention something that made him realize you knew him like no one else. Things he’d never told anyone.

“You shouldn’t feel so insecure around your neighbors.”

Things he barely remembered.

“It always frightened you as a kid when the wicked witch’s feet rolled up under the house.”

Pedro had it all figured out and he knew soon he wouldn’t have to wait any longer. You’d go to the cafe to meet him and your phone would ring. It was all he could think about.

When he spoke to you on the phone now, it seemed like you were distracted, distant. You didn’t always linger on the call the way you used to. Maybe it wasn’t going to work and all this waiting was for nothing.

“You sound down,” you said.

“Just tired,” he lied.

He knew that you knew every intonation in his voice.

“You can tell me, you know,” you said. “I love you.”

You were both silent for a long moment. Maybe you’d realized that that wasn’t something you’d said to Pedro, this Pedro on the phone. He wasn’t sure how to respond. His mouth went dry and his breath caught in his throat.

“I’ll see you soon,” you said and rushed off of the phone.

It was Saturday. Pedro went to the cafe and sat at the window. There you were with your coffee, your foot bouncing under the table. He was so nervous now. What if this went like the last time? You’d told him that this was what had happened to you but it was impossible to know that for sure. None of this could even be explained so how could it be guaranteed to work out in a particular way?

It had been almost a year since that first call. Maybe he’d been driven completely mad.

Pedro ran his hand through his hair and steadied himself with a breath. You were on the phone, your head craning to see down the street. He wanted to touch you, to hold you against him and know that you were real. His heart was racing. He tried to push back the memory of the last time he stood in front of you. You were on your feet now, head flipping back and forth frantically. He went out through the door of the cafe. You still had your phone pressed to your ear. Pedro came up behind you.

“Hey.”

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kookiepredictions · 3 years

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Jungkook Current Energy

Jungkook has a... little skip in his step right now. He’s in LOVE. There might be a person in the picture but more than anything else, he is in love with LIFE. He is gracefully twirling out of mental and emotional binds that have been keeping him captive and he’s never felt freer! He feels like he has wings and he can fly and he wants to share this flight with those he loves. His heart space is overflowing with bliss and he wants to share this joy with everyone. Yet, he also realizes slowly that this is not something he can just give to someone— the other person has to be ready to receive it as well. So he is also safeguarding his bliss from those that might try to distort it with their own doubts or agenda. Outside, people might not even realize that his inner world is changing rapidly. After years of living life from external programming, Jungkook is now writing his own rules for his own life. There is a tsunami of rebellion inside his heart, but this is not the restless, chaotic kind— it is peaceful and stable, but also kind of a middle finger to external control programming lol. His bliss is not just confined to him either; I see a bevy of angels, guides and ancestors dancing around him in joy— it feels like a celebration! His heart chakra is spinning in a vortex of power that is soon going to be radiated all around him. Soon, his life is going to feel like a treasure trail where everyday he wakes up, each day feels like a diamond he has found on a walk— full of endless possibilities and rewards.

The last few years has felt like going through a series of doors where he opens one door which leads to another and then another... endlessly, and he was getting tired of it. Now he is at the threshold of the door that opens up to infinite space— it’s such a beautiful picture you guys I wish someone paints it— he will be standing on the edge of the earth with the door opening up to the stars where he will feel one with the cosmos, his bare feet planted firmly on the earth with long roots growing and connecting right to the core of the earth— he is placed perfectly between the physical and the divine realms. Right at this moment though, he is at the point where he is still ever-so-slightly hesitant. As I had mentioned in an earlier read, Jungkook attributes his spiritual journey and lessons and basically all good things to his Divine Feminine. There is an overwhelming gratitude that he feels for her and wants to share every beautiful experience and emotion that he feels with her. He is in a space with here where he trusts no one else with his happiness more than her. This is why, in happiness or in grief, in pain or in pleasure, he inadvertently wants to reach out to her. The “twin”, “I am you and you are me” aspect of this connection is dawning heavily on him and he can’t wait to experience this miraculous existence with her in the physical realm. This beautiful feeling when stretched out to the extreme, results in him being overly dependent on her which in turn makes the connection co-dependent which ultimately results in them repelling each other. This is why the more he tries to hold on to her tightly out of fear-based beliefs, the more he seems to be getting further away from her. This was the energy of the past, and Jungkook is slowly learning to let her go and ever since he has started to let go, she seems to be magically drawn to him. Right now he is in the energy of stepping into the realm of infinite possibilities and yet is just that bit hesitant and fearful where it’s like he is holding on to the pinky finger of her hand lol, unsure and fearful of what lies on the other side— kind of a “1 bird in hand is better than 2 in the bush” mentality. But what he is holding on to is only an old and outdated version of her; his Feminine has long since crossed over to the other side, so he’s only holding on to ashes, an illusion. It’s safe for him to fully let go and surrender. The upcoming theme for him is “sovereignty”. He is being led into direct connection with the Divine, who I see as his ultimate Guardian overseeing his whole life and his Twin Flame connection, where the Divine is like the father ushering in both of them into a life of bliss— I see 2 kids, a girl and a boy, frolicking in the fields— this is their inner children stepping out to play. His Feminine is already there and she and the Divine are waiting for him to let go of the past reality and step into this new one. For this, he has to go through the phase of spiritual sovereignty. He is being guided to be independent in his thoughts, beliefs and decisions— not just independent from those who he thinks are harmful, but also from those who he thinks are helpful, including his Feminine. Here, the point is not who is helpful, who is harmful, or who is good and who is bad, the point is only he can decide for himself from now on. Anything else will be rendered useless in his life. At this very moment, Jungkook is not entirely confident he can do it all by himself, plus as a perfectionist, he is extremely scared of making mistakes and putting himself and everyone else connected to him in jeopardy. But with energy, stagnation is more harmful than mistakes. In the bigger picture of the grand scheme of life, there are no mistakes. For every action is a step forward, so you can never really go backwards or do “harm” from a future perspective. The only harm therefore is to not make a choice, because if you don’t make a choice, someone else will and then you are in someone else’s reality rather than your own reality that you created from your own sovereign choice. There is also no rush or missed opportunities or moments, so take as long as you want, but be mindful that your life is a product of your own sovereign choice. Jungkook is being guided to step into the confidence of being a Creator, and is being encouraged by his guides and ancestors via synchronicities, rewards and surprises and of course, his intuition. In some recent happenings, he has had a taste of truthful sovereignty and he wants more. He is tuning into his intuition and realizing he is a lot more capable and connected than he has ever given himself credit for. He is slowly but surely learning to trust himself to take control over his thoughts, emotions and ultimately his life. Like I said, a tsunami of changes, but this tsunami is clearing away his old beliefs and programs and therefore, creating more calm and peace within him, that has also been gradually radiating outside where there will be visible changes in his aura and his beingness.

Nonetheless, Jungkook is happier than he has been in a while. Now on your spiritual journey, you will be met with a lot of happy moments and as a traveller that feels weary, it’s natural to want to settle for these happy moments and a lot of people make the mistake of doing so, not realizing that these are only the oasis in the desert. The actual goal is to cross the desert, because an oasis will not sustain you forever. Sooner or later, you will feel that this happiness is not enough and you need more, and that’s because as fulfilling as it is, it is limited. Jungkook is kind of wanting to settle in this moment of happiness because Lord knows how scarce this has been for him. And so, from time to time, he wants to hold on tightly to this, from fear that this might be taken away from him. But what he doesn’t realize (or know) is that the Divine has plans far, far bigger than this. This happiness will not be taken away from him, it will be magnified— should he dare to dream bigger. Right now, Jungkook’s conscious dreams and goals are not at par with what his soul had planned prior to his incarnation. He keeps limiting his goals from a lack of self worth and fear of the unknown, but he has been coming out of this energy for quite a while now, which has led him to this door of limitlessness. I’d say most of his hesitation is surrounding his Feminine because he fears if he lets go of her and focuses exclusively on himself and his life, he might lose her and mistakenly create a life where she is not with him. But the irony is that as Twin Flames, their souls have made a promise to each other: to only be with each other’s highest selves. This is why, when in their lowest selves, they repel each other and are stuck in the runner-chaser dynamic, but when operating from their higher selves, they attract each other. So to be with each other, they must be their true sovereign selves— devoid of any fear or doubts and instead, full of faith and that unconditional love that doesn’t seek to control or own but shares their own wings and flight with the other so both can fly free in a sky of infinite possibilities. Therefore, what Jungkook sees as letting go of her, is just him letting go of her illusion— she does not exist in that limited realm anymore. This is why Jungkook feels his fear of losing her slowly fading. As their souls are connected, it is simply an energetic reaction to her levelling up. This is the beauty of this connection— if one sets themselves free, the other will feel that urgency to follow suit, whether it makes sense or not. As his Feminine surrenders herself to the Divine, Jungkook is feeling this sense of surrender washing upon him too. Yet, his mind continues to challenge this phenomenon, wanting to stay back just a bit longer. However, given how long he has been in the healing, his mind is only putting up a weak fight; the surrender looms stronger. He is answering to his inner call, trusting that what he wants will not pass him by.

Another upcoming theme in his life is “explorer of the world”. In the last few years, Jungkook has been, knowingly or unknowingly, in the process of integrating 5D energy into his being. As this integration is complete, he will feel a strong urge to explore life, because this integration will feel like a rebirth or as if he has been transplanted with a new set of eyes and the world as he knew earlier, seems so different. Where previously, the world was a dull, colourless existence full of misery and struggle, now the world will seem bright, colourful and full of possibilities. When he has this new eyesight, he will want to re-engage with the world in a new way and re-experience it all over again. Therefore his call to “sovereignty” is a preparation for this new life. As I said earlier, his soul believes that his conscious plans are not at par with his unlimited capabilities, so this upcoming stage in his life will be about re-imagining his goals and dreams. If he could have ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING in this world, what are the things would he truly want? So far Jungkook’s goals have been very practical and dare I say, from a lack mindset where he focused more on what is practically possible and what is not. Still, it’s because of his sincerity and purity of heart that the Divine has blessed him with so much more than what he had originally expected. Therefore so far, his achievements have been more of a Divine intervention than a conscious creation on his part— kind of like, wow, big things happened and let me just roll with it and work hard to keep them going. That reality is now ending for him. Through his Twin Flame connection that gives him so much happiness, the Divine is now asking him to be a conscious creator. It’s like holding up a shiny toy in front of him like, you want this? You want to have exactly what you want? Then get comfortable being a sovereign creator. Of course, he will still be supported by the Divine because his soul has literally signed up to be in this role. The only thing that is standing between his present self and the self that gets everything he wants is Faith— faith in his own abilities to navigate his own path to his own highest self, and faith in a higher Divine guardianship that is always, always watching over him, protecting him, guiding him, always ready to give him whatever support he needs. As long as he places his faith in any other person of this world, no matter how capable they are, he will keep hitting a wall, because it’s now time for him to be his own guide with support straight from the Divine. This includes his Feminine— powerful as she is in her spiritual abilities, she can never replace the Divine in his life; in fact as his Divine counterpart (it’s in the name), she will always nudge him towards the Divine. The more he tries to get close to her for guidance, the more she will push him away and guide him towards the Divine. She won’t even have to do it consciously; this will happen energetically.

Jungkook has been yearning to manifest his Twin Flame connection into an earthly relationship as fast as possible, but the Divine is like, are you sure you know exactly what you want? Because it’s not just about a person, it’s also about everything else in the relationship. And what about your life? Do you know exactly what you want in life? Jungkook’s manifestations are actually being delayed because his soul had made far bigger plans for his life and is like, nah uh, your earthly plans are wee compared to mine, and is egging him on to expand his consciousness beyond his perceived limits. His connection is not manifesting because this alone time is meant for him to re-evaluate his goals and plans. Like I said, so far, Jungkook has been in the habit of planning practically. This time, armed with an open heart space and a limitless consciousness, he will be able to foresee his life more clearly and more in alignment with his soul plan. His manifestations are being delayed not because the Divine doesn’t support him, but because the Divine refuses to let him settle for anything less than he deserves. To top it off, the Divine wants him to have the pleasure of co-creating all of this as a conscious creator. This is that unconditional love that he has been seeking from his Feminine and yet is rejecting from the Divine, not realizing that that is where this love flows from.

So, as soon as that final door opens, he will find himself in an exciting adventure of literally creating and building a new life for himself— all from what he wants and what makes him happy, rather than what he was told was possible or impossible. As they say, the sky will be the limit for him— the sky will be his huge canvas for him to fill with every colour and pattern that he wants his life to be filled with, right from the tiniest, silliest things to jaw-droppingly grand ones. It’s an open ended question with unlimited potential: what does he want? Does he want to be the king of the world? Or maybe he wants to go to a small seaside village, swim with the sharks, sleep under the stars and write poetry by the fire? Or maybe he wants to dive into world music, make little playlists and fall in love with the idea of love itself? It’s a main character energy he will be getting into where he explores life again, but this time with joy and bliss in his heart instead of fear and limits. Maybe he doesn’t see it yet but this “alone” (I mean separate from his Feminine) time is crucial because 1) how disappointing it would be if he ended up manifesting a life that doesn’t have everything that he would want, simply because he did not put in the time to think of everything he wants, and 2) this little adventure will lead him to himself like no one else ever can. Okay, so flashback, one of the first things I noticed about Jungkook is his self denial. I mean in a world full of narcissists, it is refreshing to see someone who doesn’t think he’s all that lol, but it is also sad because self denial is not the same as humility. Jungkook doesn’t have imposter syndrome either, much less even being an imposter, no, he’s always himself, but it’s more like he doesn’t completely put himself out there. Ad I don’t mean in the privacy kind of way, that is different, but Jungkook holds back from a very deep sense of something like “I’m not all that amazing to be putting myself out there so much”. Maybe he even thinks that he’s “too much”. It’s a miracle that even after holding back so much, what we see of him still impresses and amazes us, but it’s like, there’s so much more where that came from! I always feel like I have to look at him through a magnifying glass because of how much of himself he holds back, and yet it’s contradictory because his energy is so strong! Therefore I believe it’s more of a conscious habit to constantly “hide” even when he is in full show. This definitely stems from his harsh self judgment. I do see him coming out of this mindset, but the flip side of this is overgiving and overdoing to a point of being performative. So even when you think he is giving his 100%, most of the time he is performing. What I mean by this is, he might DO 100% (or even 200%), but he isn’t BEING 100%. The problem with this is that no matter how much you do, you will come across as “not enough” because you’re not being your whole self. In spirituality these days, there is a lot of emphasis on being and rightly so, because being a 100% will naturally attract things to you that doing a lot more than that won’t. This is why this upcoming phase of his life where he exclusively explores his own mind and his own life will help him gather all of his scattered bits and pieces so he can be a 100% wherever he goes and whatever he does. Because the only time he is able to be 100% is when he lives from a place of joy and bliss. This is also why he craves his Feminine so much— doing even the littlest, most random things for and with her makes him feels whole and complete, because he does these things straight from the heart, with joy. But this is only a temporary fix and also toxic because she can’t keep making him complete; it’s draining for her if it turns into her responsibility. Instead, if he focuses on making himself whole, whatever she does for and with him will feel even more joyful because it’s freeing. And also, no matter how amazing your goals and plans are for life, the most important element to enjoy life is you— if you do not feel whole and complete, no matter where you go, who you are with, and how great of a person they are, you will still feel empty. The Divine said that’s not going to happen with Jungkookie lol. So yes, in the near future, you will find him focusing on this area of his life. The era of “holding back” Jungkook will soon be over, and given that he has been so entertaining and endearing already, God save us when he steps out in his full form, without doubts, questions, denials and also without the need to people-please an instead just being his whole complete self, secure and peaceful in the knowledge of who he is and that he always gets what he wants. It is this self-assured beingness that will give him the confidence to step forward knowing that any outer problem or resistance will have to fall back because when you’re on your Divinely destined path, literally hell and heaven both support you. Of course this is not to say that he will never face problems, that is not the point of life at all, rather he is working on being centered in himself so that no matter what the external situation is, he always knows exactly what he wants and doesn’t stop until he gets it. Jungkook 2.0 is coming soon you guys! Of course I say Jungkook 2.0 but it’s more like him going back to the point of starting his career, because that’s where he sort of started living this life. He’s going back to the wide-eyed wonder he had about this career— a place of art, beauty, creativity and love from millions. He’s going back to re-discovering the fun aspect of this life as it used to be back in the day when they were at point 0, where they had nothing to prove, no one to please and nothing to lose. Just a path of endless possibilities and the excitement of trying out new things and the pure joy they received from the love of their first batch of Armys when none of the big shots in the world was looking their way. Although that exact external situation won’t come back, he can still recreate the freshness of the inner mindset. The demand of the moment is to let go of expectations regarding outcomes and dive into the joy of creating. The Divine only has the best of rewards in store for him and won’t budge unless he aligns his conscious wants with the best. That’s all folks, I wish him well in his what I know is going to be a magnificent journey. The Feminine is just the cherry on top, but also like, the cake and the icing needs to be ready first :)

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My first theory for volume 9 while the second half of volume 8 is fresh in my mind!

Volume 9 is gonna be the therapy season, but in the most traumatic you'll need different therapy afterwards kind of way. Instead of paying a therapist they're all just be bargaining with the universe like "yo I've had this trauma for a while, and I'm feeling pretty done with it. Here you take it back and uhhh I'll take a new guilt complex. Maybe a fear of falling? IDK, fuck me up bro."

The foreshadow-y Alice in Wonderland-esque fairy tale Oscar told to himself/Oz while in captivity is my guide post here.

Aaaand this is gonna get long so! 10 ideas of shit that's gonna go down next volume beneath the readmore, each one about 1-2 paragraphs each.

In the fairy tale the girl runs away from her problems into a new land, but because she never learned from her problems they just followed after her. Yeah? So first--second? First discounting the volume therapy theme theory.

FIRST BIG THEORY: The girl from the fairy tale was real, and she used the Spear of Creation. And like Weiss and the crew, she was fucking smart about her wording. She offered up materials that'd last even after someone else inevitably used the staff. IDK what materials she woulda used. Maybe there's a story about a missing continent we just haven't heard of yet? Maybe the Brother of Light's pool, since Salem seens to have claimed the Brother of Darkness's one but no sign of BoL's these days. Maybe there is a reason the land beyond Menagerie is so uninhabitable beyond desert + grimm? idk. Point is, it's a thing that happened, and since Ambrosius can't destroy/directly kill she's still in her wonderland. For themes sake I'm gonna call her Alice from here on out.

So Alice made a pocket dimension to flee from her problems from.

SECOND BIG THEORY: Her problems were relic related. She needed to hide em, and hide herself from Salem. Tbh I'm not sure how into this one I am. Maybe she had other shit going and some version of Oz was like "hey you don't want to be here, I have some property that I don't want to be here, lets make this happen!" THE POINT IS, the little pocket realities the relics are in, are aalllllll places in her pocket reality. When the team said "hey Ambrosius just make the middle ground into one of these type places" that's what he did, cause that's how he do. What better way to make sure it works like those places than to be kinda connected to em?

THIRD BIG THEORY: Ambrosius was buds with Alice once upon a time, but knew staying in her pocket world ultimately drove her crazy. He knew his middle ground worked like the pocket dimensions because it touched em or something, so he gave a vague ass warning not to fall, because he knew where they'd fall to.

Back to the fairy tale. It's implied Alice was never able to leave/give up her wonderland because she never learned from her mistakes.

FOURTH BIG THEORY VERSION 1: RWBY + Jaune can't figure their way back to reality until they adress a major personal issue and break out of whatever cycle it's got them in. This one I feel is shaky because they all have such different issues and are in very different places with each of them, trying to do one big arc on em would be too much of a mess. Plus it doesn't account for saving any of the many civilians that may have survived the fall.

FOURTH BIG THEORY VERSION 2: nobody can leave until Alice either leaves, dies, OR is convinced to let them go. As we're following good kind people this means we watch the kids try to give someone else therapy that THEY need. RWBY+J work through their shit through variations & combinations of witnessing mirrors of their struggles in Alice/other wonderland inhabitants, and just having time and space to slow down and breathe whether they want it or not.

FIFTH BIG THEORY: Alice is the "antagonist" of the underworld because she is the obstacle to overcome.

What about Neo you may be asking. Well I want her to let go of the revenge schtick, or at least redirect it back onto Cinder thus calling a truce with Ruby. However it's more than likely she's gonna be on team keep Alice as an obstacle at least as long as it takes to kill Ruby, and so Neo will be the "real" Antagonist™ within wonderland.

SIXTH BIG THEORY: Neo because of her unwavering determination to enact revenge is gonna die this volume. She'll be the comparison against which RWBY+J will be measured. As they grow and get closer to leaving she'll become more wrapped up with whatever strange classic wonderland logic this pocket universe has. Potentially depending on how things go with helping Alice, Neo may just end up trading spots with her, and end up trapped while everyone else goes back. But dead or trapped, I have a sad feeling this could be our last volume with Neo. My only hope of her surviving at this point is that she like Emerald switches sides, and in doing so joins Winter as a Cinder foil. While Neo grows and lets go of revenge and thus survives, Cinder stays dedicated to her own desires for revenge and other self serving instincts ringing her own death toll for either the end of the volume, or maybe somewhere in vol.10.

SEVENTH BIG THEORY: Ruby is gonna be grieving and maybe even getting full on angry about being expected to fix everything just because she's the optimistic one. She shouldn't have to deal with this brand and advanced level of childhood stealing just because she wanted to do what was right and won(lost) a genetic lottery for magic powers type anger. Jaune is going to have SO MUCH GUILT to work through, mostly the survivors kind. The bees will be experiencing couples therapy, they've both been pretty solid about individual growth leading up to this, Underworld will be them learning what it means to them to be partners now that they are so different to who they were. Weiss is different. Weiss is at first gonna feel like she's there just because it was a way to really shove all the other Schnee's into their therapy arcs and gave RBY+J neutral presence to rely on. Weiss is gonna go in the most stable of the bunch. But then, slow boil style, she'll start to realise how fucked up basically her whole life has been, especially upon realising that her "good years" with her new family have been spent getting sucked into being the last line of defense against the apocalypse, but will be too busy helping the others, so at the end of the volume when everyone else is actually doing pretty good and refreshed for the fight against Salem she'll only just be beginning her breakdown.

EIGHTH BIG THEORY: All this therapy shit is gonna be mirrored back on Remnant by the others grieving the percieved loss of the hearts of the team. Both sides of these story are gonna deal with some heavy shit, but the Remnant side is gonna be the depressed side, at least as long as it takes for Oz to tell them maybe the other's aren't dead leading to desperate attempts to get the staff OR the make desperate attempts to get the relics back anyways and inadvertently find out from Ambrosius what is up. But anyways. Winter is gonna be dealing with survivors guilt and the loss of both her little sisters (friends are great but Penny was little sister zoned and it's a hill I am prepared to die on. good sisterly relationships are friendships too). Nora is gonna be doing her self discovery thing. Ren is gonna be building on his end of vol.8 developments. Oscar will continue his grappling with the merge stuff. Qrow and Willow might get forced into AA. Whitely is gonna learn his own definition of being a Schnee instead of what his dad taught him.

NINTH BIG THEORY (OR FOURTH VERSION 3): The other way they get out is QORN obtain and use the staff to bring them home, potentially by trading enemy lives for them.

BONUS CONSPIRACY THEORY: QORN if presented with needing to trade for their loved ones & lost civilians have a lightbulb moment and decide hey why not trap Salem in a pocket universe since that is a thing Ambrosius can make? Like, if this bitch hasn't budged on her not learning to appreaciate life and humanity or whatever (which I'n pretty sure is the other way to break her curse instead of stopping remnant from turning) then she's a prime candidate for shoving into a personal reality that you can only escape if you can face your problems long enough to break the cycle they have you in. It'd be really fucked up but I think it might actually be possible to run the place using her as her own material component. Like kill her over and over and redistribute the energy to make the pocket world, but because god given power + Ambrosius can't actually destroy she just reforms anyways. MIght take a few hundred thousand deaths but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Or use the BoD oasis/grimm pools to make a world that mirrored the one she chose to live in on Remnant really make it hard for her to break that cycle....

Anyways.

TENTH BIG THEORY: Working on the idea that the relics are actually hidden in secret protected pockets of the underworld RWBY+J are gonna have a secondary quest of trying to get the relics from this side, and either finding a new place to hide them ages away from their vault doors. If you wanna make it a FOURTH VERSION 4, they're specifically gonna seek out the sword of destruction (HOLY VORPAL BLADE ALLUSIONS BATMAN) either with the intent of cutting their way out underworld--ahem wonderland--or with the assumption that someone is inevitably gonna have to open the vault door, because that's just how things be these days and they'll be able to cross to Vacuo from there.

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It’s The Avengers (03x13)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Season 3 Episode 13: That One Stranger

Series Summary: Living in the Avengers facility post-apocalypse in a better timeline Tony Stark has decided to capture every moment by pulling The Office on the Avengers. All of housemates are pretty used to the idea except for you, who had just come here to finish her degree, and the newest member- Loki.

Warnings: eep sorry

Word Count: last weekend was a blast!! My cousins, my brother’s best friend, all of us gathered and karaoked while drunk. Bro’s bestie even brought dad in for a song and two and broke a few glasses coz he was THAT drunk. Poor dude even apologised for that.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

The camera was coloured in darkness when it heard a troubled and tired whine. It took a second or two to come out of someone's backpack- quite possibly Javier's- to record you nearly lying over a rhino-like alien with a dinosaur-like tail. Your eyes looked sad and frustrated, your limbs tired- hanging on either side of the slow creature carrying on its own pace. A scarf was thrown over your head that ended up covering your face, making the camera shift towards the tall figure of Loki walking beside the new transportation service. His figure- with the usual black jeans and equally black shirt- was covered in a cloak that protected him from the harsh rays of the neighbouring star. "They're gone. Stop whining," he ordered without even looking at you. "The only breathing insane person you need is me."

Lulu, who was sitting over your back now, was enjoying the languid bumpy ride through the desert that was filled with little crowds around the oasis -found around every two kilometres- while his camera recorded Javier sitting on his rhino facing you guys. You pulled the scarf away from your face and pouted, letting your face rest in your palms. "But they are all so cute." A blink later you turned your eyes towards Loki and smirked. "OoooOoooh!-" you deepened your voice- "'The only breathing insane person you need is me'-" and then squirmed out loud- "you naughty-naughty. You teasing me. You naughty-naughty!" Loki turned to face you, his steps so in sync that he was right next to your face the whole time his eyes kept yours captured. "What exactly is it that made my words tease you, darling?" All the playful giggle vanished as soon as it had come. You felt your body straighten at that smirk running wild over his lips while Javier's camera caught the change in the shade of your face.

You: *annoyed* You have to be really careful how you go about joking around with Loki 'cause that son of a bitch can turn anything into something sexual. *looks at the camera* *feels a shiver go down your body*

Loki: It is *stresses* so easy to make Y/N uncomfortable. All I have to do is make her think I am thinking something impermissible and then sit back to watch her fumble. *chuckles* It's one of my many talents. *feels a confidence boost*

"You are so annoying sometimes," you muttered under your breath while scratching an itch on the back of your neck. "Sometimes I forget you get a high out of making people miserable." "Oh, no. The high is solely out of annoying you," Loki pointed out innocently. Grabbing one end of the scarf, you flipped it in the air to smack Loki's back with it. "You do not deserve any of the lava cakes I make in the future!" "Thank the Norns. They kept giving me the worst pains." "You sonova-" Another flick of your scarf was easily caught by the God to pull you towards him. You nearly fell on his chest if not for your hands landing on those pecs first.

You: *mouth opened in an 'o'* *blinks slowly* I think I grabbed his boobies. *purses lips* *thinks for a long moment* *camera pans in* *raises brows* those are some really hard boobies.

"What." Even when you were sitting on the rhino- who came to a standstill on its own at the moment, clearly sensing some heat in the moment- Loki did not have to bend his beck even a smidge to stare right into your soul. "What," you spat back a bit hesitantly, trying your best to fume, taking your hands away from his body to hide them somewhere before they were executed for their crimes. "You are being quite bold these days," he commented while wrapping the scarf around his hand, never letting his gaze falter. "I was always bold-" you shrugged- "especially when it came to anything that had to do with you." Loki chuckled. And licked his lips. The camera caught the one strong inhale you took in. "What did you expect would happen in the long run? That I would go all soft and mushy on you like those fangirls you have on earth? Stand outside your home and shout-" "Loki?" The voice wasn't yours. You could never carry that kind of sultry weight in your throat even if you wanted to. It felt like it had come with the wind. Or maybe an echo? It wasn't until you looked at Javier's camera that you looked behind you and found a woman dressed in red standing within inches of you, giving you a mini heart attack, leading to one great fall. Loki could have broken your fall if he wanted to but from the look in his eyes, he was stuck on the woman he was seeing standing a few feet away from him. Lulu's camera caught this woman perfectly. From every angle, she looked human. Her pale skin was akin to a glass moulded in the shape of a Goddess. Her thin lips were coloured a shade of purple. Her eyes a shade of blue that was darker than usual. They were less of an ocean and more of a pool hidden in the caverns that were bottomless and unexplorable. A red cloak covered her head- except for a few strands of silver hair- and the rest of her body. It was not hard to miss for the cameras recording a couple of things that happened in a little span of time; like the slipping of your scarf from Loki's hands, the rhinos excusing themselves from the scene, the nervous fluffing up of Lulu at the sight of this stranger, the sudden chill in the air in the middle of the desert making the animals- and you- shiver. On top of that, the piercing rays of the nearest star seemed to get dull by the second till the camera realised there were clouds gathering above them out of bloody nowhere.

"Is that really you? Loki...son of Odin...and son of Laufey?" "It's Freya," you whispered, internally correcting this stranger who was visibly making you quite uncomfortable. "It has been a while." She completely ignored you if she heard that. Her smile seemed to stretch from one ear to another at the sight of the God- who was evidently the only thing she wanted to see. "Aellae." It was not the name itself that produced the moment but the way it came out to make you turn towards Loki.

You: *frown at the void* It was almost like he was recalling something he had...lost. Like that one book that you repeatedly read and then it just disappeared one day only for you to find out that you had yourself kept it in an ultimate secret place that you yourself forgot about. So, when you find it you feel guilty for facing it again. *breathless* *camera pans in* *looks at Javier* does this make sense? *blinks at Javier who is signing something* *frowns harder* What do you mean why it's gotten me all worked up? I mean *stutters and points in the distance* *camera pans in Loki and Aellae standing in the distance looking at each other and not really talking much* W-who knows what's the history there. Like is she a friend or foe? Or a fr-o. *camera pans back on your face* *tsks* of course, this doesn't make sense. None of this does. *looks at the pair and crosses her arms* *fumes at no one in particular*

"I thought I-" "Lost me?" Aellae simply smiled. "You should know better than that. After all, it is me, my love." There was no hesitation in the movement of your eyes when you looked at Loki for an answer to that statement. If it wasn't for the brilliant observation of this talented boy named Javier, one would not have caught the slight movement of his eyes when he wanted to glance at you from his peripheral vision while taking in a lungful. "My love," you stressed that last word to make sure Loki understood the question scratching beneath the sarcasm. There was a slight roll of his eyes followed by him completely closing them for one elongated moment. "I have been waiting for this day," Aellae continued, making a part of you itch for completely ignoring your presence, "when I finally found you again." The tilt of her head and that hollow gaze that tried to be soft gave her an eerie touch. "And to think I was only living on your memories till now." Aellae took a step forward and stopped when she found the God taking the lead with this one. In this situation, the angle mattered a lot. Because from where Lulu stood- right on your shoulder- it looked as if this stranger had taken a step where could she step right where the distance between her and you two was the same. From where Javier stood, his camera saw Loki step towards Aellae while completely blocking you from the boy's view. But what he did record was Loki bringing forward his hands for her. That hollowness in her eyes suddenly swirled into an ounce of mild ecstasy. when she put her hands in his and felt his thumbs rest on top of the back of her palms. "It has been one long while," he concluded, forcing Javier to walk- with quite the struggle- in the sand to pan in on this confusion fused with this piercing hint of disappointment on your face.

"I'm sorry," you sputtered, "come again?" "Title of your sex tape," he muttered under his breath. "Hm?" Aellae turned in question. "Nothing, my dearest," the God assured her before turning to answer your question. "I said you are on your own now. Look for a cavern at one of the oasis and they will drop you at a shelter. Hopefully." Your head did feel the just of surprise even though the last twenty seconds of their hand-holding had you all ready for a surprise. Words were being a stubborn bitch in your lungs- never escaping your mouth right this moment and all your could do was exhale and mock a burst of laughter at those words. "And then? And then what?" Your heated brain really could not think of anything else. Loki shrugged.

You: *shouting* THAT SON OF A BITCH SHRUGGED!!! *pointing at yourself* AT ME!!!

"I don't know. Look for a rainbow." Without another word, he turned back towards the woman. Just like that. The only sound was that of the wind running through the desert as you, Javier and Lulu watched Loki walk away with this strange creature. It took a minute for the little one figure out, for when he did, he pressed his stomach and stood up on your shoulder, his heart beating faster than it usually did. And when the realisation dawned on him, Lulu jumped to the ground to take a few steps in Loki's direction and yell for him to come back.

'Member the way You used to say I was your meaning? You'd always need me

You just stood there, dried lips parted, eyes shrinking under the gaze of the star, arms dangling with nearly no life in them. For a second there, Javier felt you were about to fall, for Lulu's camera caught the boy come to your side, ready for anything that was bound to happen.

Did you forget What that shit meant? You were my answer You were what mattered

But all you did was stand there with disappearing emotions just like those two disappeared with the last sand dune in front of you. With the last silhouette of Loki gone in sand, you closed your eyes, worrying your companions for that stretched moment.

Lived at your place Know the way that I taste Yeah, you know things Yeah, you know things

"He knows," you whispered to yourself, your brows furrowing together, your fingers curling into fists.

I met your mom Even got us a dog That ain't nothing, oh

A piercing scream came out of your lungs making the little floof jump five feet into the air to land away from you while Javier's camera recorded his three-second jolts before falling straight down from his hands.

Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me, know Say you know me Say you know me Say you know me

"HE FUCKING KNOWS!!!!" Your voice was at the edge of a massive breakdown, shaking while your eyes blurred themselves in this uncontrollable rage.

You always will

"That son of a bitch knows how bad it is for me alone in a strange land," you croaked, trying to kick some sand with your boots. Javier signed something from outside the frame to you. "Hey, you're not alone. I'm here too," Lulu's camera caught his words. You looked at him for five seconds. "You lost your socks while sleeping on your first day. You were wearing those bloody socks." Javier- clearly offended but also guilty- mocked a gasp as he took a few steps away from you. The soft strings of guitar added to the air around you looking in the distance where nothing could be seen now. No one. Sand for infinity and a few oases that did not lead to him.

Feet were dragged through the stubborn sand that let won't you walk straight. All the effort that was going into being angry was now running down towards your legs. But that did not stop you from fuming so hard that the camera could catch the difference in your features.

See, I know What it is, what it is, what it is, babe

But as the camera panned over your face, it seemed more of a sullen sulk and less of that rage you had just shown.

See, I know What it is, what it is

And were those tears in your eyes that you were trying to blink away? That you were trying to hide from Javier as much as possible?

Let me miss What it is, what it is, what it isn't Let me miss it Let me miss it

Giving up, you walked towards the first oasis in your way, populated generously by desert animals and a few nomads. The tents seemed somewhat similar to those you found on earth except for the spherical air pockets surrounding them to keep them cool. One of the nomads was kind enough to open the doorway for you and bow down in their own way, making the rainbow stone in his necklace reflect the starlight right into your eyes as you entered the place. "Did some order a seven-spice rainbow with a generous dash of sexy on the side?" The light that has just left your eyes came back with a sweet gasp. "My White Knight!" you nearly choked on your own joy. .

The camera felt itself shake when the rainbow drink was kept on the table. Thanking White, you dragged the sparkly fizzy thing towards you to get a taste. "So-" White furrowed his brows licked his lips in a thought- "you're saying Loki did leave you but he did not leave you." You just nodded, your lips not ready to leave the straw. "Easy," White ordered with a serious face, receiving a pinch from Green and Orange sitting next to him without looking away from you. Both of them seemed to be caught in a sweet trance that was clearly you. And when you finally did leave the straw, the elated sigh of a content throat made both of them close their eyes and smile. "Oh, God! This is so goooood," you exclaimed as no voice came out of you. "Y/N," your White Knight called out to you, "focus." You set the drink down and straighten yourself. "Yes, sir," you whispered. "Not that much of focus," he muttered while clearing his throat, adjusting himself where he sat. Violet rolled his eyes and sighed. "What do you mean when you say he did not leave you?" You looked at Violet and put your hands on the table. "I mean that I don't think he went with that woman....goddess...witch...whatever...on his own. I think he was kinda kidnapped." All the boys- except Orange- shared a look with each other. Orange was just too engrossed in you at this point. "Are you sure he just didn't go on his own?" Green stressed. "He would be one dumb bitch to leave me alone like that," you nearly shouted before going for that unicorn juice again. "There must've been a reason." Orange nodded vigorously in agreement. "Very dumb bitch," he tsked. "Because he knows I will kill him if he did-" you sipped the cold fizz- "and if I didn't, our family definitely will." The camera panned in the emotion of slight disbelief White felt as his eyes remained hollow while that smile was still stuck on his face. It took him a few seconds to bring himself to mutter, "our...family," and scratch an itch on his neck. "So," you burped and excused yourself, "before anyone from my home flies here just to kill him, I am going to rescue him." "Whaaa-at?" Sky mutters from behind the bar counter. "Help you go after some strange and powerful witch that we have absolutely no idea about?" Javier's camera- which Javier had in his hand as he stood right behind Sky- recorded the endless stash of weapons and potions kept behind the bar right there within Sky's reach. The camera especially zoomed in on the one bundle of spears marked 'Witch skewers: Do not wash, Do not touch. Poisonous'. "And that too on such a short notice?" Sky faked a laugh.

Sky: *tired* Of course we know Loki's been kidnapped. White: *casually* Of course, we'll help Y/N. Violet: *stone face* I'm down to hunt some bad girls any day. White: *sighs* I really wish we could leave him with his kidnapper though. *pause* *everyone mumbles in agreement* *silence resumes around the table* Orange: *thinking while looking at the void* but that would make Y/N sad. *nods and pouts around the table* Red: Once we rescue him, let's kidnap Y/N. *hums of agreement around the table*

"Okay-" you place the empty glass on the table and get up to look around the table before looking into Javier's camera, "let's go save a God today."

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