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hazelnutnebula · 1 year
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Sea of Restless Dreams 🌊💤
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seabeck · 7 months
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Finally made it out into the woods after two weeks of pet sitting. Left to right: lobster mushroom, new waterfall for KWS, coral mushroom?, yellow carnival candy slim mold, fall field cricket, a katydid that hopped on my face and then bit me really hard seconds after I took the photo, banana slug and pacific side band - two detrivorous buddies, black earth tongue
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bootlegfrank · 6 months
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What is your favorite snail
I don't think I have one, actually! I don't know all that much about snails, and although I do know there's pretty ones out there, and cool ones, and beautiful ones, I think my favourite would just be the type you see outside on your pavement. Dull colours, nice round shell, the perfect size to let crawl onto your fingers. What's yours?
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ilovedirt · 1 year
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purists love to say that if you do something gross you're a bad person well slugs are covered in their own fucking slime fucking constantly which is pretty fuckin gross like girl you live this way who washes your floors what the fuck sweetie but ??? do I think they're bad people ?? no they're just fucking regular ass slugs doing their fucking best dude and I fucking love them so. Much I mightffuckin cry dudee fuck you
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Talk about your OCs!!!!!!!!!!
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i desperately wanted to respond to this immediately but i had a physiology exam this morning :(( have my post exam sleep deprived caffeine induced ramblings mwah <3
there's 3 of them rn and i love them all to pieces i have gone into wayyyyyy too much detail under the read more
so there's my demon baby who currently has no name. legit just The Demon in my brain. they started as a reader insert but i genuinely fell in love with them and am probs gonna keep adding to that au for a while (keep an eye out if u liked it)
Personally i see them as genderfluid - they can shape shift at will, but tend to lean towards mma/wrestler builds (1000000% can and will fuck u standing up) and charcoal grey skin (to blend in w the smog that fills their home skies).
physical characteristics? definitely has bat wings. love thin, membranous, and slightly translucent wings. they generally have claws and sharp teeth, a tail cause its fun to whip around and provides a nice counterweight + extra arm to grab things. they change the style of their horns like some ppl change their hair colour, a personal fav are ones either like a ram's or greater kudus's, but honestly if u like a different kind they've probably worn them for a bit for sure. tall and broad no matter what. this bastard is BIG and will use it to their advantage.
they feed off emotions, there's a whole taste menu thing i could get into, but generally they feed on fear cause its most readily available. their fav is happiness. just pure joy. tastes like bubbly sunshine and keeps them satiated for weeks. they can also amplify emotions, but can't create them if they aren't already there. summoned in the stereotypical way: fire, blood, latin chant (soap was just fuckin around for a laugh). no aversion to generic holy items, they aren't evil just another species. bright light will fuck them up tho cause they are nocturnal and have "evolved" for life in the darker hours.
can be mean. can be very very mean. knows where to hit to make it hurt, will absolutely be a little cruel on occasion when hurt by something. can also be very very warm, reading emotions makes it easy for them to give ppl what they need. generally is pretty sweet though, kinda like a creme brulee - brittle hard outside that you gotta crack to get to the soft sweet inside.
when i wanna get into their headspace i listen to maneater by the blue eyed blondes, gimme by she keeps bees (thnx for the rec on that one), keep it down by migrant motel, and i like the way you die boy by black honey. the pintrest board that i dump all the vibes in
the last one is still sorta in the work shopping phase. they're a cod oc, early to mid 30s again. i know their call sign is Jaws bc they tore someones throat out with their teeth when they got pinned down during a mission. they're head hunted by laswell after the 141 is a known force for their recon and undercover work. they get pretty close to gaz and soap, but struggle initially to break into the group cause the boys are such a well oiled machine at this point and don't really want to disrupt the status quo.
there's also the protag of my other cod fic (once again i have yet to name her). she's bi, in her mid 30s, and moved out to the edge of the forest after her last long term relationship ended (have yet to decide whether it was divorce or death). she's definitely a recluse, has a little bit of a hobby farm garden going (hugelkultur ftw), and grew up on stories about how the woods used to eat people (nova scotian; apalachian for sure).
BAD relationship w/her mother. they dont speak anymore. kind enough to her neighbours, but everyone kinda thinks shes a little strange, a little offputting (same girl). big on enjoying the little moments with the people she loves, sitting on the porch and drinking tea together kinda life.
she's honestly super special to me and i love her so much. abandoned and cranky but forced to confront that physical manifestation of grief and rage inside her when she gets attacked in the home she used to share w/her wife. and then soap? just kinda working his way into her life and very quickly getting close to her and being kind and gentle and reaching out a hand for her? idk if that was how it came out but that was what i was going for :)
anyways i listened to black hole by Griff on repeat when writing that fic, also kiss with a fist by florence and the machine. alrighty aphrodite by peach pit, lost without by shane guerrette, ghosts and monsters by saint chaos, and west virginia by the builders and the butchers were some more songs that made the writing playlist for her. pintrest board if ur interested :)
they had some trouble with their last unit too, butting heads with a shitty CO/team mate (tbd). this 100% made it into their rap sheet and gave them a bit of a rep as a trouble maker, they chose to lean into it a bit though and cause some problems on purpose for assholes. they are pretty standoffish at the start, can take a while to warm up to people. not super chatty, but enjoys spending time w/friends and will just chill and listen. loyal to a fault, but not to many ppl (eventually the 141, las, a few old team mates).
they aren't close with their family, parents passed in a car accident while they were on deployment and their sister feels like they abandoned her for the military (give an oc a happy backstory challenge has been failed). playing around with the idea of them faking their death and leaving their old team behind to go undercover at one point (the angst of being recognized by someone who thought they were dead and accidentally burning that bridge tho)
disco! in the panic room by bug hunter, hey child by the x ambassadors, choke by i dont know how but they found me, bury me face down by grandson, aint lookin by the wild feathers if i end up writing them w/one of the 141. a pintrest boards 4 u to browse :)
wow that got really long, thanks for sticking with it!! im sure i'll start posting a little more about all of them as i flesh them out, once i get through the paper and presentation i have for a couple of my classes next week im gonna have wayyyyy more time to write and explore them :))))))))
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be-good-to-bugs · 2 years
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Teeheehee i am finally going to be getting snails in a few weeks!!!!
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pillowspace · 1 year
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Listen to me, boy. You will hear about sea slugs. You will enjoy sea slugs
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Costasiella kuroshimae / leaf sheep. Discovered off the coast of Japanese island Kuroshima in 1993, they can indirectly perform photosynthesis by absorbing chloroplasts from algae
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Cyerce nigricans. The cerata can be easily cast when disturbed. They can also swim by powerfully flapping said cerata when strongly stimulated. I think they look like butterfly wings!
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Jorunna parva / sea bunny. They are covered in papillae, which are fleshy protuberances used for sensory functions. It looks like fur!
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Glaucus atlanticus / blue glaucus. They are rarely seen, except during periods of on-shore winds which brings them and their prey into coastal waters. They are the most dangerous sea slug to handle, able to give humans a very painful and potentially dangerous sting
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Chromodoris lochi / loch's chromodoris. They are spongivores, and prefer being on the underside of overhangs on rocky reefs. Their distribution is widespread in the Indo-Pacific. Everyone I show sea slugs to seems to love this little guy
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Dirona albolineata / white-lined dirona. A translucent predator that often eats bryozoans and small snails. They generally reside on rocks and sometimes mud in the intertidal. Pretty little things, they remind me of shards of glass
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Phidiana hiltoni / Hilton's Aeolid. They are known for being quite aggressive, often biting and fighting other aeolids, which is so real of them. They always reminded me of lit matches
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Acanthodoris lutea / orange-peel doris. Its bright aposamatic colouration is a warning to predators of its distasteful toxicity. They also notably smell of sandalwood! You don't understand. I NEED to hold one
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Nembrotha kubaryana / dusky nembrotha. They use the toxins in their prey ascidians to defend themselves against predators. The toxins are stored in their tissues then released in a slimy defensive mucus when alarmed. Nembrotha kubaryana are well-known for their neon appearance
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Phyllodesmium poindimiei / Spun Of Light. It's primarily nocturnal and can cast its cerata for protection. Anyway, can we all agree that Spun Of Light is the most awesome name for a sea slug ever? I mean, look at it. That's a sea slug spun of light if I've ever seen one
Conclusion: sea slugs are the creatures ever
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jaybug-jabbers · 5 months
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Gelatopod - Ice/Fairy
(Vanilla-Caramel Flavor is normal, Mint-Choco is shiny)
Artist - I adopted this wonderful fakemon from xeeble! So I decided to make up a full list of game data, moves, lore, etc. for it. Enjoy! :D
Abilities - Sticky Hold/Ice Body/Weak Armor (Hidden)
Pokedex Entries
Scarlet: Gelatopod leaves behind a sticky trail when it moves. A rich, creamy ice cream can be made from the collected slime.
Violet: At night, it uses the spike on its shell to dig into the ground, anchoring itself into place. Then it withdraws into its shell to sleep in safety.
Stats & Moves
BST - 485
HP - 73
Attack - 56
Defense - 100
Special Attack - 90
Special Defense - 126
Speed - 40
Learnset
Lvl 1: Sweet Scent, Sweet Kiss, Aromatherapy, Disarming Voice
Lvl 4: Defense Curl
Lvl 8: Baby Doll Eyes
Lvl 12: Draining Kiss
Lvl 16: Ice Ball
Lvl 21: Covet
Lvl 24: Icy Wind
Lvl 28: Sticky Web
Lvl 32: Dazzling Gleam
Lvl 36: Snowscape
Lvl 40: Ice Beam
Lvl 44: Misty Terrain
Lvl 48: Moonblast
Lvl 52: Shell Smash
Friendship Level Raised to 160: Love Dart (Signature Move)
Egg Moves
Mirror Coat, Acid Armor, Fake Tears, Aurora Veil
Signature Move - Love Dart
Learned when Gelatopod's friendship level reaches 160 and then the player completes a battle with it
Type - Fairy, Physical, Non-Contact
Damage Power - 20 PP - 10 (max 16) Accuracy - 75%
Secondary Effect - Causes Infatuation in both male and female pokemon. Infatuation ends in 1-4 turns.
Flavor Text - The user fires a dart made of hardened slime at the target. Foes of both the opposite and same gender will become infatuated with the user.
TM Moves
Take Down, Protect, Facade, Endure, Sleep Talk, Rest, Substitute, Giga Impact, Hyper Beam, Helping Hand, Icy Wind, Avalanche, Snowscape, Ice Beam, Blizzard, Charm, Dazzling Gleam, Disarming Voice, Draining Kiss, Misty Terrain, Play Rough, Struggle Bug, U-Turn, Mud Shot, Mud-Slap, Dig, Weather Ball, Bullet Seed, Giga Drain, Power Gem, Tera Blast
Other Game Data
Gender Ratio - 50/50
Catch Rate - 75
Egg Groups - Fairy & Amorphous
Hatch Time - 20 Cycles
Height/Weight - 1'0''/1.3 lbs
Base Experience Yield - 170
Leveling Rate - Medium Fast
EV Yield - 2 (Defense & Special Defense)
Body Shape - Serpentine
Pokedex Color - White
Base Friendship - 70
Game Locations - Glaseado Mountain, plus a 3% chance of encountering Gelatopod when the player buys Ice Cream from any of the Ice Cream stands
Notes
I'm not a competitive player, but I did my best to balance this fakemon fairly and not make it too broken. Feel free to give feedback if you have any thoughts!
I have a huge bias for Bug Pokemon since they're my favorite type, and at first I wanted to make it Bug/Ice, since any intervebrate could be tossed into the 'Bug' typing. But ultimately I decided to keep xeeble's original idea of Ice/Fairy. There's precedent of food-themed pokemon being Fairy type, and Ice/Fairy would be very interesting due to its rarity (only Alolan Ninetails has it). Its type weaknesses are also slightly easier to handle than Bug/Ice imo
The signature move is indeed based on real love darts, I could not resist something that fascinating being made into a Pokemon move, even if the real games may possibly shy away from the idea. (Honestly it could be argued "Love Dart" is based on Cupid's arrow so Gamefreak might actually get away with making a move like this though.) Its effectiveness on both males and females is a nod to snails/slugs being biological hermaphrodites. I can see this move also being learned by Gastrodon and Magcargo in Scarlet/Violet
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luveline · 5 months
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Hi don’t know if you’re taking requests (if not please ignore!) just wondering how Halloween would look like in the KBD universe or even a masquerade ball for prince Steve and reader?
thank you for requesting angel ♡ kbd mom!reader, 2k
"I think we should paint her orange," Avery says. 
Steve pushes the wand of his bubbles back into the container, coating it in solution. "What for, honey?" 
"For Halloween! We'll paint her orange and she can be a pumpkin." 
"Oh." 
Steve purses his lips, blowing bubbles over the green grass of the garden. It's alive despite it being late October, mildly crisp underfoot. He can hear leaves crunching under Bethie's boots where she runs around toward the back gate. 
Wren sees the bubbles and giggles wildly. Steve grins. "You like those, sweetheart?" 
"What if we make her green like a witch?" 
"Who, Ave?" 
"Wren." 
"Oh. Well, Wren can't use face paint yet, babe, she's too little," Steve explains, dipping the wand in solution again. "But they're very good ideas. Do you know what you want to be?" 
Avery throws her hands out. She's getting older than he ever imagined her, but she's still so small at the end of the day with delicate little hands and facial expressions cute enough to make a grown man cry. Steve would know, he's cried a ton of times just looking at her. 
"I already told you." 
Steve pretends to remember to spare her feelings as he blows more bubbles. He knows you'll know, and so it's a white lie. Better for everyone. "I remember! You're gonna be awesome." 
She smiles for the first time in ten whole minutes and sits down next to Steve. He offers her the bubbles and the wand, freeing his hands to give her a loving squeeze from either side. "Very good ideas," he repeats, patting her arm.
Bethie comes running with two cupped hands. Steve can picture her find before she shows him, and still he's horrified to see a slug in her palm. It's not big but neither is she, lavishing across the breadth of her hand. 
Ew, Steve thinks. "Wow, Beth! What did you find?" 
"There's snails, too!" she says excitedly, her eyes bright as her attention flickers between the slug and her dad. "They're sleeping, I think. They're stuck to the slide." 
"Beth, listen to me really quickly?" 
"Yeah, dad," she says, nodding. 
"I like that you're being gentle with the slugs, you're being nice, but as soon as you put him down, don't touch your face, okay? In fact, when you put him down, we're gonna go inside and wash our hands." 
Beth looks down at her slug in alarm. "What?" 
"He's not dangerous!" Steve reassures her. "But he might have germs. Germs don't hurt our skin, but they can't go in your mouth, okay? Good girl." 
"He can't hurt my skin?" 
"No, bub. Some bugs can, but not the plain black slugs. How about next time you want to pick one up, you come and get me and we'll pick it up together?" 
Steve doesn't want to kill her fearlessness in this sole area, not when she's usually timid around everything else, but he also doesn't want to kill her full stop. All these random bugs, Steve doesn't know what's what. 
"Okay. I picked this one up because he's got a yellow stripe," she says. Beth speaks in full words and makes sense the majority of the time, but her delivery is clumsy, heavy in places. Steve can still remember her first word. He's a firm believer in taking your time (please. please, let her take her time). 
"You're super brave," he praises.
"Mom says bugs are more 'fraid of us than we are of them." 
"She's right. Think if something this much bigger than you picked you up one day, you'd want them to put you down gently, right?" 
Determination fills her eyes. "Yes." 
She starts to run off but then slows, holding her hand aloft in front of her. 
Closer by, Avery blows bubbles near Wren's soft chair, the youngest baby giggling like a tinkling bell. You and Steve have emphasised to Avery that Wren isn't her responsibility. Look after her as you would your other sisters, but don't feel like being the biggest sister makes you in charge. Avery sort of listened, but now she's planning Halloween costumes in her head, Steve's worried she's putting too much on her little shoulders, as she tends to do. 
"Come here, my big girl," he demands, opening his arms. 
Avery grins and jumps into his lap. Steve groans playfully, happy to be trampled, and just glad she had the foresight to screw the cap on her bubbles before she pounced. 
"Hello. So, do I need to go to the store for this costume?" he asks. 
"Probably."
"Okay. Are you coming with me to choose?" 
"Mom said we're all going after lunch." 
Steve waves her arms back and forth. "I guess we better get ready, then." 
Easier said than done. Steve marches the girls back inside to find you've already dressed Dove and sat her in her chair with her lunch in front of her. Feeding young kids is tough because you're always trying to rotate things to keep their tastes big, but you've given in today to an easy solution; everybody's having pizza subs and halved grapes. So long as they're fed, who minds? 
"Give me the babies!" you say, jumping up from your seat to grab Wren, chair and all, "Hi. Something tells me it's time for a bottle." 
"I'll get them dressed–" 
"Go get yourself dressed. They can eat first." You kiss his cheek. "I put some stuff out for you already." 
"I can do it," he insists. 
"Take a break," you insist back, your tone gentle as velveteen.
His turn to kiss your cheek. "Do you know what Avery wants to be for her costume?" he asks in your ear. 
"She wants to be Belle, she told us weeks ago." He remembers as soon as you say it. "But I don't think finding a costume for her is going to be very easy this close to Halloween." 
Steve doesn't blame either of you for your busy October, but he hates himself watching Avery grow more and more disappointed with every store you drive to. There are no yellow princess dresses to be found, only store brand pinks. Bethie is ecstatic to choose one of those ones and Dove insists on a white fairy costume with sugar paper wings, but Avery's frown grows heartbreaking when it's clear there aren't any Belle dresses to buy. 
"I'm sorry," you're saying, Wren strapped to your chest, Beth and Dove knee to knee in the shopping cart in front of you. "It's my fault, baby, I left it last minute." 
"No, it's my fault," Steve says. 
Avery glares for a while, standing in front of all the dresses. Steve bends down to speak with her. "I'm sorry, Ave. Don't be mad at mom, okay? It's not her fault even when she says it is, she was busy working and I forgot about costumes because I had all that stuff with Wren and the doctors and my glasses and–" He winces. "I'm sorry. Really, really sorry. So be mad at me if you want, I was supposed to remember, but I'll make it up to you, promise."
"I told you ages ago," she says morosely. 
"I know. You did. I didn't think about them running out of costumes, Avery. Sometimes when you're a grown up you have so much stuff to think of you don't have room for all of it, but that's not fair, huh? Now you don't get the costume you wanted." 
She sighs, but the thing about Avery is that if you understand her point, she runs out of anger, just like her mom. She wants to make up, burying her face in Steve's thigh for a hug. 
"What am I going to be now?" she asks. 
"How about Belle's blue dress, babe?" you suggest. 
"They don't have any Belle costumes!" 
"I know, but we can make one. That's what me and dad did growing up, right?" you ask. 
"All my costumes were homemade," he seconds, "that was the fun part." 
So Avery marches you guys to the normal dresses and together you look for something nice and long enough for her tall stature. It's in the middle of this searching when she gasps, jumping up to grab Steve by the elbows. 
Delighted at being forgiven, he bends down at her whim. "What?" he asks excitedly. 
"Wren can be a bumblebee, like me!" 
"You remember that?" he asks. 
"No, but you have the photo in the car. Do you still have the costume?" 
It's Steve. Of course he kept the costume, he keeps everything, an attic stuffed to bursting with the offcuts of your lives. You giggle from the landing underneath him, the baby in one arm and a spooky drink made special by Dove in the other hand. "I wish you could drink more than milk." 
"Don't poison her!" Steve says, covered in cobwebs and knees white with dust as he climbs down the rickety ladder back onto solid ground. You wolf whistle as he reaches up to close everything safely, and cheer when you see the bee costume in his hand.
"You're the best. Think we should let Avery put it on her?" you ask. 
"Maybe. Think she can be gentle enough?"
Your little girl, so preoccupied with her sister's costume that she forgot about her own? Yes, Avery can be gentle enough. She sews Wren's small arms into the costume's sleeves like she's handling a girl made of glass, and she doesn't attempt to lift her, quick to say, "Dad, can you pick her up for me?" 
Steve lifts her and Wren does her scrunch, legs pulled up high and face a little startled. She's just old enough to giggle, prompting Bethie to join in as she races across the living room rug, the skirts of her dress fluttering against the floor. 
"She looks like a bee!" Dove says, following after, her fairy wings jittering with her movements. 
"She is!" Avery says, buttoning Wren's last button. 
Finally, after an exhausting afternoon (both of energy and your wallets), the four girls are dressed in their Halloween costumes. Avery as Belle in her original blue dress and white apron, not the costume she wanted but clearly her favourite character nonetheless. Bethie wears her pink princess dress and one of Avery's big plastic tiaras, her hair done as you would style your own for date night. Dove twirls in her white fairy dress, silver corset ribbons shiny in the light. Wren gurgles in his arms, her soft wings folded between her and Steve's chest. And you, uncostumed, stand beautiful and tired in the doorway, sparkly eyeshadow in a stripe up your cheek. 
The girls smile at him and their eyes glimmer. 
"Wow," he says, leaning back against the couch. "You guys look amazing." 
"It's about an hour until we're gonna leave," you say, "so please do mommy a favour and watch some TV, okay?" 
You set them up in a line with a bowl of chips each —you can vacuum them clean. Steve cleans as quickly as he can while you wipe your face and put aside some stuff for tonight in case the girls come home hungry, and eventually, eventually, you and Steve make your way to the kitchen table for a quiet minute together. 
"Wren's–" 
"In her bassinet," Steve says. "You're–" 
"Fine." You reach for his hand. "And you're–" 
"Perfect." He rubs the back of your fingers with his thumb. "I've missed you today. I know we were together, but…" 
You slouch into the table, resting your cheek on a placemat and closing your eyes. "Me too, sweetheart." 
He shuffles closer and leans in. "Tired, huh?" he asks gently, pressing similarly soft kisses to your cheek. "Love you," he says. "Don't fall asleep." 
"I'm not. Just resting my eyes." 
He doesn't rub your back, worried it'll send you to sleep. Instead, he kisses all over your face, sloe at first and faster when he realises it'll take a while to cover every inch. You smile and let him do as he pleases, laughing under your breath as he kisses your eyelid, squirming when he pecks under your nose. "Freak," you mumble. 
"That's what I'm being for Halloween."
"What am I gonna be?" you ask.
"Same as every year, I thought. Most beautiful girl this side of the Mississippi river." 
You like the sound of it, pulling your joined hands to your face to nuzzle his knuckles. 
"Or you can be Frankentstein," he suggests. "I'll be the monster." 
"We can just be the two tiredest parents ever." 
"That's not super creative, babe, we kinda do that every day." 
"So I'm not beautiful every day," you say quickly, having set him up. "Knew it." 
"You tricked me." 
"Did not. Make it up to me?" 
"What do you want?" he asks. 
"Just a hug, Stevie." You raise your head to smile at him sleepily. "A really nice hug, please." 
He saves the line about every hug being nice when it's with you and cuddles you, stroking your back for countless minutes, murmuring nothings to you until baby Wren shriek-cries from the living room. Steve soothes her upset, and you start the impossible task of getting everyone in their shoes for a night of trick-or-treating.
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omgwhatchloe · 19 days
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some lil headcanons because im bored🐺
-if arthur or someone else brings back bad meat, sean gets toothache while eating the stew. he doesnt make it obvious on purpose, but the way his eyes brim with frustrated tears as he holds his cheek and throws his stew to the side makes it quite hard to hide.
-lenny has absolutely no awareness for other people when it comes to stretching. more than once he has stretched and accidentally half-punched someone in the face. he stretched his arms out near sean and the silly irishman thought he was putting his arm around him and fully leant in. lenny did not correct him.
-dutch is the only one in camp who likes those records. for everyone else theyre an absolute mood ruiner and they cannot be happy until theyre turned off. he, similarly, absolutely cannot stand sean’s jawharp.
-sean lost his front tooth as a kid, completely his fault. he got told multiple times to calm down by his da and stop running around, but sean being sean he didnt, ran straight headfirst into their table and knocked his tooth out. scream-cried, would not calm down, was yelled at but also held.
-if mary-beth doesnt like the ending of a book, she will just write her own ending. maybe add her own characters. she is yet to realise this is, in fact, fanfiction.
-molly comes up with the most stupid insults during a fight. once called dutch a soggy milk bottle. why? she doesnt know. no one knows.
-1907 jack could talk mega shit about anyone if someone let him.
-1899 jack loves insects. he loves to bring worms for bait for pearson, or snails to stick on john. sometimes he brings arthur butterflies to draw. he brought dutch, who was in a tent, a slug once and was confused on why he freaked out and demanded he “get it off the rug right now”
-hosea snores like crazy. makes bill and lenny (who have their bedrolls next to him) want to tear their own eardrums out. while the other members hate it, it doesnt stop them sitting upright immediately and panicking slightly when they hear him pause for too long
-lenny would love board games, but, inspired by another post i saw, would get extremely bossy and frustrated when people wouldn’t play right. takes it extremely seriously and is a sore loser to add onto it. cannot stand people who dont play right. playing half-heartedly? fuck off. your out. go away. go. quit halfway through due to the fact hes made it boring? get the hell out of his sight. he will NEVER forget this. cheating? fetch the guillotine. your beheaded.
-tilly is so blunt in showing shes not interested when someone flirts with her, and she knows it. she will literally stare them dead in the eyes and go “ew”, maybe with a facial expression to match.
-kieran used to have a lisp.
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crevicedwelling · 3 months
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i have a question about bugs. bugses. most of what i know about wild animals is about mammals. and i know if you see a wild mammal in the wild you should not approach it or try to pet or feed it, you should just leave it alone. and i applied this idea to basically every animal. but i see you (and other blogs i follow) occasionally handle insects you see in the wild, like have them on your hand. how is that okay? i want to do it too now... (only if i know the species is not dangerous ofc) but does it not stress out the bug, being handled?
of course it stresses the bug out & I have some long post where I talk about this & related issues, but when you see me handling and messing with wild bugs (or even my pet ones, it’s not like captive insects are domesticated or tame) I weigh how badly I want/need to do that versus the outcomes on the animal:
I consider these questions:
does the animal need help immediately?
will handling hurt the animal even if I don’t intend it?
can anyone learn from handling this? (myself, others I’m with, followers online)
handling wild cockroach briefly for a photo? not necessary, but a good educational experience & helps others enjoy a creature they might not otherwise. she fluttered away a second later unharmed. I didn’t pick up any others of the same species that night since I already got my selfish wish to Hold Beast: the rest can be left alone.
picking up Alfonso because I need to clean his bark slab? yep, that should be fine, I’ll set him down in a moment & grab a photo first
picking up a Tenodera mantis? it’ll not be super thrilled with it but they often chill out in a matter of minutes and treat my hand like a branch. if not and it’s trying to attack or flee constantly, I’ll let it leave.
picking up a frog/slug/snail? probably not ok unless you’re moving it across a path or just holding it very briefly. their slime coat reacts poorly to human hand secretions.
in many cases your instincts are right: leave the animal alone. but I think it is worth it to handle a creature if doing so can help it or if doing so can help people appreciate it more without incurring a cost to the animal’s health.
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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 68
Part 1 Part 67
Will feels a shiver run up his spine as they all bend over Dustin’s containment unit. He’d known something had gone wrong right when Dustin had lugged the thing into first period. After the teasing they’d received over their costumes from what felt like the entirety of the student body on Halloween, Will had known none of them would ever be Ghostbusters again. Then, the thing had shaken, disrupting Mr. Clark’s class entirely, and Will had known it would all go downhill from there.
“His name is d’Artagnan,” Dustin says, smiling as he finally opens the ghost receptacle. Will almost wishes it was a ghost in there, instead of the small, legless crawly thing that darts from its prison. “Cute, right?”
Everyone jumps back at the sudden movement – only Mike and Dustin stand firm. “d’Artangan?” Mike asks, looking curiously down at it.
Will shouldn’t be surprised. Mike was always the kid collecting bugs at recess in elementary school, picking up slugs and snails, and any number of squirmy things to study, often dragging Will along with him. He used to put them in Will’s hands without asking, excited to share his newest discovery. But, after the third or fourth time Will threw it on instinct, whatever poor creature he’d been holding going splat on the cement, Mike learned to hold them an arms-length away.
The feel of the slime and dirt always stuck with him for the rest of the day, no matter how often he’d washed his hands or how chafed his palms would get from wiping them on the rough denim of his pants.
“Dart, for short,” Dustin says. He’s grinning down at the squirming thing like a proud Mother showing off their new baby.
Max leans forward after a few seconds, made brave by Dart’s seeming docility. Lucas inches forward along with her, grimacing down at the table with disgust. “And he was in your trash?” Max asks, that same skeptical tone in her voice that she’d used when Lucas had fed her the bogus lost in the woods story.
Dustin nods, smiling happily over at her. He’d never been the best at picking up tones of voice. “Foraging for food,” he proudly replies. “You want to hold him?”
“No!”
“He doesn’t bite.”
Max takes a step back. “I don’t want to—”
But it’s too late. Dustin’s already plopped the thing into Max’s hands. She groans, “ugh it’s all slimy,” she says, quickly passing it off to Lucas.
Lucas’s mouth is all puckered up in disgust, “ugh, he feels like a booger!”
He tries to pass it off to Will but Mike smoothly steps in front of him, letting Dart settle into his hands with a wet-sounding plop. He raises his hands, looking the thing in the face. Will peers at it behind Mike’s protective back, intestines squirming when he realizes that it has no eyes.
“What is he?” Mike asks, fascinated.
Dustin bounces on his toes, frenetic with excitement. “My question exactly!”
Even after Mike places the thing back on the table, Will has trouble taking his eyes off it. He feels caught in its stare, barely able to focus as Dustin drones on about unidentified species and new scientific finds. The juxtaposition between Dustin’s glee and the rock sinking to the bottom of Will’s stomach makes him queasy.
“Don’t you think it’s weird to find a new species right when it starts happening again?” Will asks, cutting Dustin off mid-word.
The room goes quiet, until Max scoffs loudly enough that Will jumps. “What’s happening again?”
“Nothing!” Lucas shouts. There’s a sweat breaking out on his brow.
Dustin, paying them no mind, crosses his arms and glares at Will from across the table. “Dart isn’t from there.”
“From where?” Max demands.
This time, even Lucas doesn’t pay her any mind. They’re all too busy splitting into sides. Mike moves to his side, glaring at Dustin. Lucas, after looking between the opposing sides, slinks to the Will’s side of the table, a guilty look on his face.
“Are you guys serious?” Dustin demands, hands on his hips as he glares, eyes moving from face to face to face.
Will looks down at his shoes, can’t look Dustin in the eyes when he looks like that – anger all mixed up with hurt in his expression. “It doesn’t have eyes.”
Lucas steps forward. For a second, Will thinks he’s being abandoned for Dustin’s side. He almost hopes for it, an even divide of the party instead of this three against one that makes his guts churn. But Lucas just steps up to the table, looking down at it with squinted eyes.
He grabs the lamp, turning it so the bulb is pointing down at the thing. Any docility leaves Dart right when the light hits. For a fraction of a second, he sits in the spotlight before hissing, squirming wildly, whole body writhing.
“Do you guys see that?” Lucas exclaims, stumbling back from the thing. “”It looks like something is moving inside it!”
Dustin darts forward, plucking Dart from the table with a grotesque squelch. “He doesn’t like the light!” He cradles it to his chest, swaddling it into his baggy shirt like it’s a fussy baby.
Of course, it doesn’t. The Upside-Down was always cold, so cold it’d seep into your bones. It took days of being back for the feeling to fade. Will takes another step back. No one seems to notice.
“Will one of you stalkers tell me what the hell is going on?”
Dustin purses his lips, looking over at her. “We should tell her,” he declares, nodding like his decree should be enough. “We don’t keep secrets in the party.”
Mike groans, sharp and angry. “She’s not part of the party!” he yells, pointing rudely at Max.
“Mike!” Lucas says it like he does when he’s scolding Erica for taking his toys.
“What? She’s not!”
Lucas grimaces, even as he smiles that same smile he always uses when he finds himself in the middle of a confrontation. “You don’t have to be an asshole about it,” he mutters out of the corner of his mouth, as if that’ll stop Max from overhearing it.
She scoffs, an exaggerated look of offense on her face. Or maybe she’s just that peeved. Will doesn’t know her much at all.
“I don’t want to be in your stupid party anyway!” she says, stalking over the door and wrenching it open.
The fluorescent lights from the hallway paint across the floor, bathing the dark room an artificial white. It reaches Dustin on the other side of the table, just barely; a square of light stretching across his chest before descending back into shadow. A square of light exactly where Dart is still nestled to his chest.
Dart screeches so loud that it clicks strangely in his throat. Will takes another step back, stumbling into Max where she’s still hovering in the doorway. Because for a second, it sounded just like a Demogorgon was in the room with them.
Dart wriggles out of Dustin’s arms, legs bursting out of its squishy body just in time to catch itself on the floor. It bolts for the doorway Max and Will are still blocking. Will reels back, sending both sprawling onto the hard linoleum with a bang. His head is cushioned by Max’s stomach, but his elbow connects hard enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut.
“Grab him!” Dustin shouts.
Something wet scuttles over Will’s bare hand. He gasps, pulling it back and crawling over Max’s prone form.
“Get off me!” she yells, shoving him back.
“Did you get him?” Dustin stands in the doorway, Mike and Lucas shoving him from behind until they can squeeze past.
Will looks around wildly but Dart’s already gone. He wipes his palm on his hand, grimacing at the slimy feeling still coating his palm.
Max stands up with a huff, holding her hand out to Will. She doesn’t seem to care that his palm is sticky, or that his fingers are shaking, just yanks him up from his sprawl on the floor, glaring past him at the three still silhouetted in the doorway.
“I’m out of here,” she says, turning around with a ferocious scowl and stalking away.
Will watches her go, her hair trailing behind her like a beacon. Lucas sighs wistfully from behind him.
“Dude,” Mike says, voice all nasally. Will turns, already knowing he’ll see Mike’s eyes all squinted judgmentally just by his tone. “Her? Really?”
Lucas scoffs. “Uh, we’ve got bigger problems right now, don’t you think?” but the way he’s covering his face with both hands cuts his high horse down where it stands.
Dustin’s still standing, staring down the hallway like that’ll bring Dart back. As if anyone else wants that thing to come back at all.
He can still feel it slithering on his hand. He wipes it on his pants again, suddenly desperately wanting Steve and Eddie to be here. He turns on his heel, following in Max’s wake.
“Where are you going?” Mike demands, footsteps following him.
“I’m going to go get Steve and Eddie.”
“No!” Dustin calls, jogging to catch up with them. “They’ll kill him!”
Will stops, narrowing his eyes at Dustin. “They should already be here. We don’t keep secrets in the party. That’s what you said.” He jabs Dustin in the chest with his still-slimy finger, just once, to emphasize his point before turning and running away.
“Don’t let them hurt him!” Dustin calls frantically, voice fading out as Will sprints down the hall, footsteps echoing in the empty space.
Will doesn’t respond, just runs as quick as he can, hoping desperately the high school is already out. Everything’s gone upside down, and he’s not dealing with this thing alone. He’ll drag them both down with him, knows without asking that they’ll both descend gladly.
Part 69
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toxinoire · 1 month
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Heathers + Mean Girls as things my classmates (or just my batch generally) (and me)'s interactions
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Ms. Norbury: Why is it that in the Philippines bathrooms are called "Comfort Rooms"?
Janis: "Comfort room" but people cry in there.
Gretchen:
Gretchen: Wait you're right-
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Martha, putting a slug toy in a toilet paper roll: It's a snail! It has a house now!
Veronica:
Martha: I'm so mature :)
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Janis: You're still not done???
Damian, holding up her iced coffee in a gay ass way: This is a cold drink, and I'm a theatre kid. Put two and two together.
Cady: Four.
Janis:
Damian:
Janis:
Regina: *wheeze*
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(Playing scrabble)
Damian, to Cady: No, it has to be straight.
Janis: Oh woooowwww how Catholic.
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Veronica: Here's my braincell. *draws a dot*
Betty: That's your braincell? Here's mine. *taps pen on paper but doesn't open pen so there's nothing*
Veronica: Where is it?
Betty: Exactly.
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Ms. Flemming: Wait, why doesn't she want to ride the ferris wheel?
Veronica: She said it's a "hygeine issue."
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Heather, to Heather: The reason why you don't get it is because you're a basher.
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(Grouped together in a research project)
Janis: Yeah but-
Regina: sHUT THE FUCK UP
Janis: HEAR ME OUT
Damian and Gretchen: *treating this like a sitcom* The drama I love it.
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Betty: Hey, has anyone done the presentation?
The whole class: ....
The whole class: No.
Betty: Perfect we can get an extension.
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Ms. Flemmimg: You have to write in cursive.
Heather: What
Heather: WAIT NOOOOO
Heather: I don't remember how to write in cursive.
Veronica: I'm fine with cursive when I write it with my own free will not when I'm fORCED
Martha: Why???
Betty: It's as if we're back in grade school.
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People in class: *hollering at nothing*
Janis: Gay.
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Janis: Hey, what's the schedule today?
Cady: Uhhh first there's general math-
Janis: Fuck
Cady: Then physical science-
Janis: Fuck
Cady: And 21st century literature
Janis: Fuck
Damian: *laughs*
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(A message on the whiteboard that insults a whole grade level because of how they use the classroom and leave it in a mess)
Janis: Damn.
Damian: It's right though.
Gretchen: Can't be an opinion if it's a fact.
Aaron: "Cheap perfumes" Holy shit.
Cady:
Cady: *turns to Regina*
Regina:
Regina: They left the classroom is arranged for once it worked.
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Heather: No, you do it like this.
Veronica: Yeah then just take x+3 and-
Betty: I don't gET IT
Heather: Then maybe yOU SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN ABSENT.
Veronica: YEAH
Heather: And now Heather is judging us.
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Heather: *sees a pride flag on Heather's pencilcase*
Heather: Wow how bold.
Heather: Whatcha mean? That's our country's flag, I'm patriotic.
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(In the class gc)
Heather: Is it just me, but I can't edit the gdrive Ms. Flemming sent.
(No response)
Heather, replying to her own message: Heather, me too!
Heather, replying to her message again: What do we do Heather?
Veronica: Me too!
Veronica: Guys reply to her message, she's sulking now.
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Glowworms
(because i keep getting asked about them)
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[ID: An adult female glowworm of the species Lampyris noctiluca. It has a bright green glow and clings to a plant.]
Before I even get started, let me lay down some education on the entire Lampyridae family so that we're all on the same page about the specific species that I'm going to talk about for the UK. I've done more research on this topic than the last time I brought it up, and I come bearing knowledge
Lampyridae is a family of beetles, descended from a bio-luminescent ancestor. There are more than 2000 species of Lampyridae, and they can be VERY different. This family is called "fireflies," "glowworms," and "lightningbugs" but ALL of those common names are AWFUL for referring to the full family becaaaaaauuuusee...
Not all lampyridae can fly
Not all lampyridae can glow as adults
Not all lampyridae light up passively; some use it as a lure or a warning
Not all lampyridae light up during flight
In the US, our most iconic species light up during flight, and our most common species have males and females capable of flight. So when I'm talking about "glowworms," remember that those traits are not shared by ALL species of Lampyridae, and especially not this one.
The UK has one species of glowing Lampyridae, Lampyris noctiluca, the Common Glowworm. There's one other, non-glowing species but it's extremely rare and only in the south, and an occasional visitor from mainland Europe.
GLOWWORMS
Only the female lights up, and her final stage is not capable of flight. This is called a "larviform female," because she looks like the wormy adolescent stage that all Lampyridae go through.
The female will climb up to the highest blade of grass she can find and wiggle her butt around until a male, who CAN fly and does NOT glow, finds her. Then she lays eggs and dies.
So because the adults do not eat and quickly die after reproduction, most of a glowworm's life is spent as a larva.
The larval glowworm is a SPECIALIZED predator of gastropods. They hunt snails and slugs for ONE or TWO YEARS (depending on how much food there was in the first year), hibernating over the winter, then waking up and doing it again. All movement in the species is done by the larvae; they have a REALLY hard time establishing new colonies because of this.
This is NOT a pioneer species. You need to have undisturbed grass, moor, or heath, no pesticides, not overgrazed, not brightly lit, for generations of these insects AND their prey. It's REALLY easy to decimate the glowworm population in an area via carelessness.
(let alone the horror story in the Glowworm Survey page where a tiny colony was intentionally destroyed, which is why they have a policy about keeping quiet on reports of certain colonies except to researchers ;_;)
so LOOK AT ME
HOLDING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS
You need to protect glowworm populations when you can. If you ever briefly hear posts in passing shouting about sterile lawns, light pollution, and pesticides, THIS IS WHY. If you live on the island and feel like there's a shit ton of slugs in your garden for some reason? Might be because these factors killed off their specialized predators, leaving you with an unfilled ecological niche.
Environment
Hypothetically, glowworms should be distributed all across Great Britain, except the Scottish highlands, though they have the strongest concentration in southern England.
Functionally, their population is incredibly fragmented. They need tall grass or heather, low light pollution, undisturbed (no pesticide) land, and lots of gastropods to eat. While they can work with forest verges and railways, places for them to thrive are getting rarer and rarer in the UK.
So to restate their very specific environmental needs;
Undisturbed land Glowworms and construction don't mix. Pollution, pesticides, and destruction can destroy the little patches of land glowworms have left. They need up to two years to go from eggs to adults, and a safe place for that to happen in.
A population of gastropods Baby glowworms eat slugs and snails. Because of that, they can't live where it's too dry.
Tall grasses, shrubs, or heathers, but not TOO tall A tree won't do! Glowworms do not live in trees! The females need a tall stalk to climb to the top of, so that they can signal to flying males. At the same time, they can't hunt or find each other in a savanna or a wheat field. Well-managed heathlands are excellent habitat for glowworms.
Low light pollution If it's too bright, males can't find females. Highways with heavy traffic, urban areas, and anything else that gives off constant light will affect the glowworm population.
They glow in June to May, in summer, at night. You won't find glowworms in winter, as all the larvae are hibernating at that time.
BB FAQ
When I determine if something will show up in the Better Bones AU and my Clan Culture expansions, I use iNaturalist to suss out if people are seeing it in the modeled region. Lads, there is a bald spot in my modeled regions. It's almost comical. The closest is in DERBYSHIRE, RIGHT out of reach.
So I'm still unsure about adding them. For now, they are not in BB. I GOT A REPORT FROM A FAN I will be adding them to BB.
"How do Clan cats feel about them?" They're unfathomnably holy, especially because they spend their larval stage eating snails which can be used in divination rituals. WindClan in particular considers themselves blessed for living around them.
"Can you use glowworms to light up the night?" Yes but that's really bad for their populations; leave them be! Clan cats wouldn't use something so holy in such a trivial way.
"Can you eat glowworms?" No they taste really bad. The chemical that makes them light up is REALLY bitter, and it's present in both the larvae and adults. Plus Clan cats wouldn't eat something so holy.
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howdy!! hope ya don't mind but for vanilla and sve bachelors, got any hcs for a farmer with a massive interest for entomology and generally all things creepy-crawly (so this includes worms, slugs and snails, arachnids, etc)? To where they tend to excitedly catch any little critter they can find to passionately tell their spouse a whole novel's worth of information of what they're holding, down to the taxonomy? ...Even if they happily explain that what they're currently holding in their bare hands is dangerous, and that bites and stings can be extremely painful, cause permanent damage, or even be deadly. - 🐇
Good to see you again, bunny anon ❤️ Thank you for the question, hope you and others enjoy some headcanons 😊 🫶
SDV and SVE bachelors react to Farmer who are into entomology, herpetology and other creepy creatures:
SDV bachelors:
Sam:
Ewww! But also wow!
Sam didn't understand a lot of the complicated terms and names that Farmer started showering the young musician with when telling him about the bug species, but Sam was still curious!
Man, it's so ugly and so cool at the same time!
(Is Sam allowed to touch it? Or at least take a picture of it?)
Although he will be a little worried when he finds out that a particular bug is poisonous. Sam will ask his lover not to hold this thing with their bare hands.
Scary, but it's still pretty cool!
Shane:
*deep breath* "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
Ok, that was rude of him, Shane didn't mean to insult his spouse in any way. But the fact that Farmer was holding a black snake with such a naive smile, saying it was deadly poisonous...
"You can tell about those creeping vipers without holding that fucking black snake in your hands!"
Well, he has no aversion to the rest of the creatures, especially the Farmer is so detailed and interesting about the same snails and worms.
They're even kind of cute.
But, for Yoba's sake, not deadly dangerous creatures!
Harvey:
When the Farmer told Harvey they wanted to show him a "cool snake they found," the doctor expected a harmless one. But not, by golly, a giant python!
And the fact that Farmer is holding the huge predator calmly in their hands as if they weren't talking about a dangerous creature, but a little puppy.
Despite the horror, Harvey is very admiring of Farmer's knowledge of herpetology.
But don't even ask Harvey to hold the snake in his hands. No thanks, he's not crazy.
Constantly worried about Farmer's health, because they already have a couple snake bites on their bodies.
Alex:
For all his love for Farmer, Alex would be a little skeptical of their hobby.
"Hon, are you sure it's okay to touch that? I don't think it's even safe to look at."
He suppressed the overwhelming urge to knock the creepy insect out of Farmer's hand, figuring he'd make it worse that way.
Didn't understand anything the Farmer was telling him, but it was still pretty interesting!
(As long as he doesn't hear the words "deadly", he's cool with his spouse's little weird hobby).
Sebastian:
In Sebastian's eyes, Farmer is the coolest person on the planet.
He is bothered by the fact that Farmer can hold very biting (and sometimes poisonous) spiders, but thinks their spouse knows what they are doing.
He loves to listen to Farmer for hours when they pick up a random worm or spider and start talking about these creatures in detail.
At times he will pick up a found crawling creature himself and ask the Farmer what it's called.
"Cool" - the most frequent word Farmer will hear from his spouse when they tells another story.
Elliott:
It took Elliott a lot of effort not to shriek in terror or faint.
He and his dear spouse walked through the woods and chatted about the weather until Farmer found a nest of live snakes. A whole nest with a dozen of the crawling critters, and the first thing Elliott's love of his live decided to do was to take the ball of snakes in their hands.
Unfortunately, the writer was too absorbed in his inner screaming to hear Farmer's interesting account of this species of snakes.
For Yoba's sake, tell him that the snakes in the Farmer's hands are not poisonous...
SVE bachelors:
Lance:
Lance is also an explorer of sorts, and although it's mostly about monsters, he's very interested in learning something new about the local fauna from his love.
That, however, does not prevent the adventurer from scolding his beloved Farmer for such a careless attitude to their own safety and health.
Lance will load the Farmer with vials of antidotes for poisonous snake and tarantula bites.
Maybe even cast a protective spell. And don't let the Farmer complain or grumble about it - Lance has every reason to worry about them.
He'll still be amazed at Farmer's deep knowledge.
Victor:
*Worried husband mode activated*
Victor is as amazed by the Farmer's intimate knowledge and their bravery as he is horrified by their utterly calm attitude towards the poisonous bug they have in their hands.
Wouldn't the Farmer rather put that bug back where they found it? So that, you know, Victor would stop worrying about the health of his precious spouse?
Still amazed at how accurately Farmer tells him about the classification of various reptiles and insects. Even his books don't go into that much detail, wow!
("Just don't get all the bugs and spiders in your bare hands again, please. Especially dangerous ones, okay, dear?")
Magnus Rasmodius:
"No. Not that. No, no, and no. NO."
Magnus uses magic to instantly teleport the bug that was in his lover's hands as far away as possible into the forest where the Farmer got the dangerous critter from.
A heavy scolding in three... two... one...
Magnus understands their passion, but they can also talk about this interesting fauna without putting his and their lives in danger.
He happens to have a book in his library describing the same snails, worms, beetles, and snakes. Only these creatures have magical properties.
Magnus will give them the book because of their fascination with the subject. But on the condition that his spouse will be a goody-goody and not look for trouble. Deal?
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Absolute Zero
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Characters: Charlotte Perospero
Reader: AFAB (referred to as a girl by Perospero, but can be read as NB or untransitioned)
Word Count: 6.1k
CW: *dark content*, explicit NS.FW content, noncon, suffocation, throatfucking, nipple licking, oral (receiving)
Summary: Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break.
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-Thanks to @quinloki for the beta! It really helped polish this up.-
Taking on an Emperor was never a decision to be made lightly, but it was the driving force that pushed you and your brother since you were young. You didn’t have the numbers, but you would amass the necessary strength over the years, rising to power as fearsome pirates in your own right. Between your Colors of Arms and your brother’s Colors of Observation, you co-captained a small but mighty crew, and when the time was right, you began your attacks on Totto Land.
Your personal war with the Charlotte Family started out one-sided–the Emperor barely saw you as a threat back then. But that was all part of the plan. Not taking you seriously meant you could make mistakes and survive, all the while gaining valuable information on their battle tactics. It was your brother’s idea to hold back, not revealing your true strength until you had the right opening.  Illness hospitalized him, and left you to lead the crew on your own
“I can’t protect you anymore,” he had lamented, pushing a devil fruit into your hands. “But now you can protect yourself.”
Utilizing your brother’s strategy, you waited for your moment to strike. A few more years of patience, and finally, an opening presented itself in the form of your devil fruit awakening. That event, plus one vital fact, turned your crusade against Big Mom from a slight nuisance into a genuine threat: You learned that transponder snails–and their cousins, territorial sea slugs–went into torpor at subzero temperatures.
With the newly awakened power of your Cool-Cool Fruit, you could act on that information, plunging the seas around Totto Land down to freezing temperatures and neutralizing the sea slugs. Without their warning system, your crew was in the perfect position for quick, explosive guerilla attacks against their forces, testing their defenses and probing for weak spots, then retreating while they were still scrambling in the chaos.
You couldn’t have pulled it off without a man on the inside feeding you intel. Every incursion hinged on his success, as his job was to let you know the movements of the only two pirates you couldn’t handle–Big Mom herself, and the second son, Katakuri. As long as you tracked and avoided them, there was little the rest of the brood could do. You’d tangled with the others with minimal issues. Oven was originally their counter of choice, since your abilities canceled each other out, but he could no longer keep up once yours awakened. Daifuku was easy to manage once you learned you could freeze his genie solid. Cracker’s biscuit soldiers were similarly rendered immobile. A riskier move was when you froze the oils on the surface of your skin so Smoothie was unable to wring you out. 
And then there was Perospero…
To you, Perospero was different from his siblings. He was the only one of the Charlotte family you had met in the past. You were a child when you first ran into him, no older than seven. He was in his twenties at the time, newly appointed to Candy Island. 
You had been fleeing from some bullies when you turned a corner and ran smack into him. You fell, your pursuers skidding to a halt behind you, frozen at the sight of the new minister towering over you.
Perospero had taken one look at you; the dirt on your clothes and the bruise on your cheek, and raised his voice. “What is the meaning of this? Totto Land is where people live in harmony!” He pointed a finger at your bullies, who all turned tail and fled. Perospero clicked his tongue, then offered you a hand.
"Poor little girl. You picked a fight with someone stronger than you…" He pulled you to your feet, long fingers wrapped around your wrist.
You thought you were in trouble. Perospero’s gaze settled on the tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and a slow smile crept up his face.
You remembered that smile more than anything else. You used to think it was a smile of good humor–oh, children and their antics, and all that. Now you knew him better, recognized that smile for what it really was. 
Perospero had formed a piece of candy in his palm, holding it out to you. “Have a candy, perorin! You’ll find it to be the sweetest you’ve ever tasted.”
“For me?” you asked, wiping your face.
“For you.”
You took the candy from his hand and started to leave, but then paused and ran back up to him.
“I want one for my brother, too! He’s sick!” you said. “Please, mister?”
And Perospero, saying how thoughtful you were, gave you another.
That memory made you sick, knowing him as you did now. He didn’t smile because you were a bumbling child. He smiled because he had liked seeing you cry.
It was the same smile when his candy axe cleaved into one of your crewmates, the same smile when he twisted one of the candy arrows embedded into your shoulder, the same smile when he licked your blood from his weapons and remarked on how sweet it was. All his candy was a sugar coating, a saccharine facade hiding a monster. His siblings you only saw as obstructions in the way of your goal, but your enmity toward Perospero was personal.
This time, you thought as your ship accelerated toward his, this time you’d kill him.
“Candy Wall!” Perospero shouted, raising a menacing, spiked wall out of the water. His constructs, while made of candy, looked every bit as solid as you knew they were from experience. The wall that he formed was stronger than steel, meant to cut off your path to his ship.
It wouldn’t be a problem.
Surfing on the back of your first mate, an orca Fish-man, was a strategy you'd devised to overcome your devil fruit weakness. Risky if you were hit, but you had years of practice at that point. You had him bring you within a safe distance from the wall, then leap off his back, landing carefully on one of the spikes.
“Absolute Zero!”
A single touch, and the temperature of every molecule in that wall plummeted, freezing through. With your other hand, you swung your warhammer, and the wall shattered like glass on impact. Right as the frozen candy’s splintering reached your perch, you jumped again, landing boldly on the deck of Perospero’s ship.
He couldn’t defeat you. Not with your devil fruit awakened. Your repeated bouts had proven that, and your confidence was at an all-time high. This was your opening: any more attacks on Totto Land, and Big Mom would be forced to come into play. You had to break through the defenses now if you wanted to make landfall on Candy Island and complete your goal. Everything that you’d worked for, the lifetime of conflict, it all came down to today.
You smirked at Perospero, waiting for his shitty grin to fall. Instead, it widened. Immediately, you realized something was wrong, the hairs on the back of your neck standing up. He knew he wasn’t a match for you. Then why was he acting like he wanted you to board his ship?
The wall was a trick, you realized. He was luring you there all along. The reason quickly became apparent when Charlotte Katakuri stepped out from around the corner.
Oh, no.
He wasn’t supposed to be in this section of Totto Land! Your intel was wrong–or maybe someone had fed you false information. If you made it out of this alive, that someone was going to eat a bullet. But that was a pretty big fucking “if.”
The fight was brief, and all of it was spent barely dodging lethal blows that would shatter you like candy. He moved far too fast for someone so huge. You could hardly get an opening, and when you did, his body warped around your strikes. It was impossible not to grow frustrated as he predicted your moves before you could make them, and that led to you slipping up, making more mistakes, almost dying with every near-miss.
Finally, you failed in your panic to dodge, scrambling backward from another sledgehammer blow. Katakuri paused, looking down at you.
“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he rumbled. “Against me…thirty seconds is admirable. But it ends now.”
His leg stretched out as it swung into your head. The last thing you remembered before impact was your brother’s voice, calling out for you.
Then darkness.
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You woke up in a bed lined in plastic.
Your head was throbbing with dull pain, and it took a while for you to grasp at your thoughts. You turned your head. The rest of the room was lined in plastic, too.
Right then, you knew you would die in that room. Plastic lining like that was only used for butcher jobs–you knew that much from your underworld connections. Though this plastic was thin and clear, almost like candy wrapping.
The plastic creaked as you tried to get up, but you couldn’t lift your torso very far, finding your wrists bound above your head in shackles, sturdy and attached to chains going to the floor. Your ankles were bound the same way. There wasn’t much extra length in the chains, only letting you move your limbs a few inches in any direction. The shackles were rock-solid and slightly transparent, like molten glass. You frowned, leaning as close as you could to one of your wrist chains to sniff them. Hard candy–Perospero’s work. A thin band of seastone around one of your arms ensured you couldn’t use your devil fruit to escape.
You let your head fall back onto the pillow and wondered. Would Big Mom drain the rest of your life force, and that would be it? A quick, painless death? Unlikely, given the room you were in. They would torture you here, reveal your motives for attacking them, and then chop you up into little pieces to dispose. This was your end: utter failure of your mission.
As a pirate, you’ve had many close calls in the past, but you never expected to fail. You were too invested in your mission, too certain of its just cause. You could only hope your crew was able to get away in time, at least. You had forced them to honor an agreement to abandon the mission if you were captured. After all, your mission was only for your benefit. There would have been no riches awaiting you had you succeeded.
A slow hour passed, anxiety building in your gut all the while. The Charlottes were known for their unforgiving nature with their enemies. You were sure their tortures would get creative. Perospero had threatened multiple times to solidify you into candy, after all, and lick you away until nothing remained.
The sound of footsteps made you tense, every sense focused on them getting closer.
Speak of the devil. Perospero moved into the room as if floating, looming above you like a technicolor reaper. He was impossibly tall and seemed even taller up close, towering above you, his bright colors and patterns doing nothing to offset the wickedness of his delighted expression.
“Y/n of the Raging Winter,” he said, “user of the Cool-Cool Fruit and recurring thorn in Mama’s side.” He savors the moment, nearly leering at you. “How delightful to see you finally brought down. Having regrets, perorin?”
“Something like that,” you said flatly. Regrets that you had been defeated, anyway–you would never regret fighting back against Big Mom. Making that elaboration didn’t matter, though. He knew.
“Kuh kuh kuh…”
“Where’s my crew?” you demanded.
A flash of tension crossed his face. “Captured, like you.”
You didn’t believe him, not with that little change in expression. They had escaped–you could always read him.
But Perospero could read you, too and the relief evident on your face.
“Didn’t miss that, hm?” he mused. “No matter. We have you. Once we kill you, your brother won’t be much longer for this world with his illness, and your crew will disband. Just like that, another problem dealt with.”
“How do you know he’s sick?” you said, stomach knotting. Your brother was far away from Totto Land–there was no way they could have known that. Unless… Unless they knew who you really were.
Perospero grinned slowly. “He’s been sick for a long time, hasn’t he?’
“How do you know?!” you raised your voice.
“Now, now, perorin. Don’t get so worked up. We have a long night ahead of us, after all.”
“Damn you, Perospero! You already have me caught! Just tell me before you kill me!”
“What are you so concerned about?” he cackled. “That we know his location? He’s not worth hunting down, not when he has so little time left anyway.” If the Charlottes knew that information, it could only mean one thing. Perospero’s grin widened as the truth dawned on you. “That’s right, perorin. We know about your family. Once we realized you were a former Totto Land resident, finding the rat in our midst was easy.”
“Leave them out of this,” you said icily. “They didn’t know anything about this.”
“Oh, don’t worry. They were very cooperative with questioning,” Perospero said, laughing when you snarled and pulled against your chains. “They didn’t know anything about you and your brother’s decision to attack us…but they did smuggle you out of Totto Land when you were kids, didn’t they? They still went behind our back and broke the law. Why is that, I wonder?”
“I’ll kill you!” you shouted. “I’ll freeze you solid and shatter you to pieces, Perospero!”
He ignored your outburst, continuing. “Perhaps…it was your brother’s terminal diagnosis?”He clicked his tongue pityingly. “Poor thing. Just a kid when he was only given ten years left to live. That’s why you parents had him smuggled out, isn’t it? So he didn’t have to give up any of his lifespan as tax, and could live out the rest of his short life. They had you go with him so you’d be together. How sweet.”
Bringing his hands together, Perospero formed a knife out of candy. It was proportionate to his size, over a foot long and gleaming in the bright light of the room, more like a short sword compared to you. The first pangs of fear slithered through your gut and settled. 
“You and your brother decided to become pirates in order to ‘rescue’ your family from Candy Island, didn’t you? I’m impressed you made it as far as you did.” He cocked his head at you. “I had always wondered what I had done to make those eyes of yours so angry...”
Agonizingly slowly, he approached the bed, each step ramping up your nerves until your fear grew into terror. You did what you could to keep it from reaching your expression. You wouldn’t show weakness, wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.
"I guess a quick death is asking for too much?" you said casually, but he noticed the way you didn’t take your eyes off the knife.
“Kuh kuh kuh! Trying to be brave, are we?” He bent over you, grinning ear to ear. “How cute.” 
He brought the knife to your cheek. You turned your head away as much as possible, but he followed your movement, pressing the sharp tip into your skin until it shallowly pierced through, making you wince. He angled the blade flat against your skin and slid it down, smearing warm blood down your cheek and neck. 
“Such a pretty color, perorin! A beautiful raspberry red,” he crooned, raising the knife to his tongue and taking a lick, “and just as sweet.”
Then he lined up the razor edge of the blade with your throat. You froze, heart pounding in your ears as you got tunnel vision. This was it. Every pirate was ready for death. You had faced it before. But this time was different, because this time, you were helpless. It’s okay. It’s okay, you told yourself. Be brave. It would be over soon.
The seconds ticked by, seemingly turning into minutes and keeping you on edge the entire time. 
Perospero pulled the knife away. Your eyes flicked to him, seeing him studying your reaction.
“Don’t toy with me, Perospero!” you snapped, enraged and terrified. “Get it over with.”
“Where’s the fun in that, perorin?” He pressed the knife lightly into your skin, making your neck sting. You closed your eyes, waiting for the sudden slitting of your throat, the deep pain that would surely follow.
It never came.
Your eyes flew open when Perospero grabbed the collar of your shirt, lifting it from your skin, and started to slice through the fabric. His candy knife slid through the clothes like butter, threads severed and falling away from your torso. The chill of the air was sobering, a dim realization that of course it wouldn’t be over so soon–why did you think you were chained to the bed like this?
Still, you couldn’t fully bring yourself to believe it, not even when he cut through your bra, some part of your terrified mind trying to protect you with blatant denial. Only when he’d cut your pants and was at your underwear did you find the nerve to speak.
"Hey… Hey! Perospero, you're…you're not gonna…" You couldn’t bring yourself to say it out loud, but your quivering voice filled in the blanks well enough.
"What? Rape you?" Perospero said nonchalantly as he cut through your underwear. He pulled at the torn remains of your clothes, sliding them off your body one piece at a time and savoring your reaction. “What did you think would happen when you lost to us? Did you think there would be no consequences?"
Panic immediately began to set in. "Okay, h-hold on,” you stammered as he pulled your pants free, “maybe we can work something out. I have a stash hidden on–"
"You mean the 'secret' cellar on Mint island? We already looted it."
Your heart pounded as the gravity of what was about to happen fully came down. You scrambled to think of something else. “I can–I can call in a favor, there’s a guy that owes my crew literally millions of berries–”
Perospero’s laugh cut you off. "Kuh kuh kuh! Bargaining already? You must be desperate, perorin." He pulled off your shirt.
You began to feel dizzy, nausea twisting up your gut. “Come on, Perospero. Don’t do this.”
“Maybe if you beg me, I won’t,” he said, pulling off your bra next and dropping it on the floor. “Go on. Beg. Say, please don’t do it, Peros.’”
Don't cry.
You didn’t really think he’d stop. But you’d take the humiliation if the chance was so much as there.
“P-Please don’t do it, Peros.”
“You need to say it with more meaning, Y/n.”
“Please!” You could no longer keep the panic out of your voice. “This is beneath you!”
“I don’t think you really believe that.” He pulled off your underwear last, and you were completely bare before his hungry, roaming eyes. There was no room to be embarrassed, you were far too scared.
Tears stung at the corners of your eyes, your throat getting tight. “Think of your sisters!”
Perospero’s hand settled on your thigh, squeezing. He didn’t respond, merely watched you go out of your mind in panic as you tried to think of something else. He watched not just the exposed parts of your body, but your face, committing every waver of your expression to memory, the glistening of your eyes and the trembling of your lower lip.
“I met you as a kid!” you practically screamed. “You saved me from some bullies! You gave me candy!”
“Are you trying to appeal to my humanity?” he said, and laughed cruelly. “Poor little girl…You picked a fight with someone stronger than you.”
The tears broke free once  you knew you couldn’t talk him out of this. His eyes narrowed in sick glee.
“There it is,” he said. “All the times we’ve fought, Y/n, I’ve never once seen you afraid, no matter what our forces threw at you. How gratifying it is to finally see it now.”
He bent over you, his tongue stretching out of his mouth like a separate creature, touching your stomach before sliding a wet, warm trail up your body, between your breasts and up your neck. You pressed your head back as it lapped up your throat. If he hadn’t made his intent obvious, you’d have wondered if he was going to eat you.
“Please, stop! I won’t attack your family ever again! I’ll give up on my mission for good. I’ll… I’ll quit being a pirate!”
“I’m sure you would.”
“Don’t stoop to this!” you shriek, wincing as he licked up your body again, cleaning the blood from your face.
“I’m not stooping to anything, perorin. I’m a pirate enjoying my spoils.”
“Just kill me!"
“Oh, you’re still going to be killed, my sweet. Just not tonight.”
“Don’t,” you pleaded, his tongue coiling around your breast and squeezing to make your nipple stick out, the tip of his tongue poised over it like a snake. “Don’t!”
He lowered his tongue to brush against your nipple in one long sweep, wet and bumpy. Your entire body jerked as if electrocuted, the stimulation jolting through you. “Ah!”
“You’re the sensitive type, hm?” he said, delighted in his newfound discovery.
“No, I–!”
His tongue brushed over your nipple again, cutting you off. You bit your lip as it licked you again and again, his eyes on you as you fought and failed to keep still, twitching with every pass.
“All that fear, all that adrenaline…it just heightens the senses, doesn’t it?”
“Stop!”
Perospero was right–being on edge like that just made you more aware of your body. Your nipple quickly grew stiff under his persistent licking, and the sensation traveled straight through your body and right down to your cunt. Right when you thought you could at least get used to it, he switched to your other nipple, licking and prodding it until you thrashed to try to get away from the feeling.
“Peros! Please, please stop!” you cried.
“But we’ve only just started, my dear!” he trailed his hands down your sides, squeezing at your hips and thighs lecherously. “You’re quite the morsel…I’m going to enjoy taking my time with you.”
He started batting your nipples back and forth with his tongue, quickly and steadily, one at a time. No matter how much you jerked or angled your body away, he followed you. The stimulation was inescapable, and you’d always been particularly sensitive in your chest. Despite everything, despite how much you just wanted to die right then, you felt yourself growing wet.
“It–It’s too much!”
“Just this? Kuh kuh kuh! I thought you’d be a little more resilient, to be honest. Making so much noise already… Has it really been that long for you? You didn’t give your crew a taste?”
Perospero curved his tongue so it rubbed over both your nipples at the same time, making you gasp and arch your back.
“Not both…” you moaned.
“You like that, do you?” he mused, slowing the movements of his tongue, tantalizing and drawing it out.
“Perospero, please,” you whimpered. “No more. You–nngh–you don’t have to go any further.”
“Ah, but then you wouldn’t learn your lesson, perorin.” He massaged your thighs in false comfort. “Besides, I’m well aware of my tongue’s effect on people. I wonder…perhaps you’re afraid because I’ll find out how you really feel?” One of his hands trailed over the curve of your thigh and toward your center.
You immediately started thrashing again, trying to get away from him, but it was no use. He gripped your hip with his other hand and held you down, and with the other, he slid a long, thin finger through your folds. A thin rope of slick connected the tip of his finger to your cunt, and Perospero grinned at the sight.
“Kuh kuh kuh! You’re not being very honest with me, little morsel,” he crowed, then slipped his finger inside you. You gasped at the intrusion; it was far longer than any of yours and reached deep inside you and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Perospero curled his finger, pulling a startled moan out of you. “How does it feel?”
“Please, s-stop!”
“Wrong answer.”
Suddenly his tongue left your breasts and slithered into your mouth. He snaked it deep down your windpipe, cutting off your air. You gagged and choked, twisting and writhing to get away as he shoved it even deeper. The panic from the lack of air gripped you, cutting off all other sensation and making you thrash, your eyes watering and lungs burning.
Perospero removed his tongue from your throat, and you coughed and gasped, sucking in air desperately.
“Are you ready to be honest?” he asked.
You hesitated, you didn’t want to play along, even if you knew you should.
Hesitation was a mistake you would never make again. Perospero gleefully shoved his tongue back in your throat, choking you once more. This time he stayed there even longer, probing it even deeper, forcing it down until it physically could go no further. With his tongue practically in your lungs, he started thrusting it back and forth, fucking your windpipe while you thrashed for air.
The minute that passed felt like an eternity, and when he finally withdrew from your body and you finally caught your breath, you sobbed.
“Tell me how it feels,” Perospero repeated.
“It feels good,” you sobbed.
“Was that so difficult, perorin?” he said, going back to licking your breasts. You were too fresh from the torture for it to feel good anymore, so you only layed there, sniffling. Perospero’s grin faltered–breaking you was no fun if you were growing used to it. He uncurled his tongue from your nipples, drawing it back and forth across your front as it went lower. You noticed, your voice small when it spoke up.
“W-Wait–”
But he didn’t stop, grabbing your knees and spreading them further apart, then pulling his tongue back to lick a long stripe up your cunt, his wide tongue spreading out your folds as it went.
This time, your legs twitched, and you made a small, helpless noise of protest.
“There we go,” Perospero crooned, “that’s better, isn’t it?” 
You turned your head away, ashamed. How he adored that look on your face, feeling his pants strain at the sight.
He dove back in, lapping at your center and reveling in your taste. He always knew your slick would be as intoxicating as your blood, and had long fantasized about this moment. Your little whimpers made it all the more sweet. The wet, squelching noises of his licking filled the air as he molested you with his tongue.
Perospero drew his tongue back, then licked your cunt starting from the base of his tongue and going to the very tip in one long, drawn-out pass, until you had no choice but to moan, hips bucking off the bed.
“You love this, don’t you, perorin?” Perospero taunted, holding a hand up to his ear to better hear your response.
You didn’t dare refuse him this time. “I love it,” you whimpered. “Please stop, Perospero…”
“You should be grateful, you know. I could be torturing you right now. Cutting you up as slowly as I’m licking you…” He flicked his tongue across your clit, pulling another moan from you. “The final chapter of your life will be pleasure–isn’t that lucky? Come to think of it, I like the sound of that.” Perospero grabbed your cheek harshly, forcing you to look at him. “I’m not just going to rape you. I’m going to make you cum. Your final memories before you die will be of how good it felt when I forced myself upon you! Say ‘thank you, Perospero.’’”
“T-Thank you, Perospero.” You turned your head away as soon as he let go, though your gaze snapped right back to him when he started undoing the buttons to his clothes. “Wait. Wait!”
He shrugged off his cloak before unzipping his pants and pulling them down with his boxers. His cock sprung free, rock solid and already leaking, and you started to fight your restraints again. Perospero’s size was proportionate to his height–that was, to say, he was huge compared to you, far bigger than anything you were meant to take. He pumped himself with a pleased sigh, coating himself in his precum, then pulled you down as far as your restraints would allow, your hips at the edge of the bed and your core presented to him. He rubbed his cock between your folds, slowly and tauntingly, lubing himself up further.
“No way. You’re way too big!” you protested, squirming from the sensation. “Please, Perospero, it’s not gonna work–please, don’t!”
"You sound so cute when you beg, Y/n. I can't get enough."
"Please, please, I'm sorry!"
But he didn’t stop, only lined himself up with one hand, the other holding tight onto your thigh to keep you from moving away. There was immediate resistance as he started pressing in, but he kept going anyway, forcing your body to accommodate. You cried out in pain, eyes squeezed shut.
“It hurts–!” you cried.
“Shh…” Perospero shushed you, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just a little more.”
He forced himself the rest of the way in, pulling you down by the thigh until he was entirely sheathed in your heat, relishing in the sound of your cry and the snug tightness of your cunt.
“Ahh… You’re such a little thing, aren’t you, perorin?” he said, rubbing up and down your hip. “This tightness is just divine…”
“Hurts,” you breathed again, your delicate flesh stretched out impossibly wide around him. Perospero held the reins to your worst fears coming true, and he had pulled until you could do nothing but break. Your breathing was shaky and labored as you tried to keep yourself from crying out again.
“These are your consequences, Raging Winter,” he said. “But if it hurts so much, I’d better help you adjust, no?”
With that, he started to move his hips, pulling out a few inches before pushing back in. Despite what he said, there was no gentleness to his movements; he started up a brisk, harsh pace, splitting you open on his thickness. He grabbed your hips and squeezed harshly, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts, a grin etched his face as yours twisted up in pain.
“So good,” he panted, digging his nails into your flesh, “I’ve dreamed of this day for a long time, and it’s better than I ever imagined! Kuh kuh kuh!”
Closing your eyes only brought the pain into focus, so you turned your head away, quiet tears slipping down your cheeks as he ruthlessly violated you.
“Ah, but you don’t seem to be enjoying yourself. How thoughtless of me.”
Perospero bent over you, grabbing your face with both hands and forcing you to look at him. His eyes narrowed as he slowed his thrusts considerably, rocking his hips against yours with a gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of. In any other context, it would have been a lovemaking pace, and his tongue swept over your lips as he looked into your eyes.
Cruel. That’s what it was. Somehow even worse than just hurting you, this was a perversion of everything good and right. His deep, languid strokes eased you open, and the pain that used to be there started to tip over into something worse: You started to adjust.
Just when you thought you were at rock bottom, Perospero had figured out a way to bring you even lower, and when you felt the first stirrings of pleasure, your eyes widening in horrified realization, he knew he finally had you. After all the times you’d fought him, all the times you’d frozen his candy constructs and shattered them, all the times you’d overpowered him–he finally had his vengeance. If your wrath was frigid, his would be absolute zero, and you would suffer in your ecstasy.
“Y/n,” Perospero crooned, grinding his cock against your g-spot..
“D-Don’t,” you whimpered. “Please don’t make me say it, Peros.”
“Now, don’t be like that. You sing so beautifully, perorin.” He squeezed your breasts, sliding his tongue down to lick at your nipples, and the combined stimulation had you tighten up and moan. “Just like that, sweet thing. Let it out.”
“Ahh… n-no…”
But he had found your weak spot, fucking you rhythmically while licking at your nipples, and you couldn’t stop yourself from growing even wetter, making it easier for him to take you, nor could you stop the gasps and whimpers from spilling past your lips.
Perospero started to groan and gasp too, especially as his new attentions had you tightening around him so wonderfully. Laid out beneath him, against everything you believe in, you felt something start to build, a tension winding itself tighter, and it seemed like he was feeling it too. He slowed his pace even more, if only to draw out your torment and his pleasure, and then, reaching some breaking point, he started to go faster and faster, moans rising in pitch.
“Ah! Look at you, formerly such a nuisance and now treating me so well,” Perospero said. “How does it feel, perorin?”
“Feels good,” you moaned, the terror at your coming peak evident on your face, a mixture of revulsion and pleasure that made him throb.
“That’s a good look on you. Now, relax… It’s almost over. I’m gonna cum in that sweet little cunt of yours.”
“Not inside,” you protested weakly.
“Don’t fret, my sweet. You won’t be alive long enough for my seed to take.”
“Please–”
He grabbed your face again, his eyes wild and dark. “Not only am I going to fill you up, perorin–I’m going to make you cum with me.”
Perospero adjusted his hips to tap even deeper, if possible, continuing his assault on your nipples. You could feel the impending orgasm approach and tried everything you could to stop it, pictured every disgusting thing you could, tried to imagine anything but your body succumbed. But you were already in the worst situation you could ever picture yourself in, and it still didn’t stop.
If your orgasm was inevitable, then you wouldn’t cum with him. You absolutely refused to experience that with him, because of him, to give him that satisfaction was unacceptable. If you were gonna cum, you would cum right then instead. Switching strategies, you lifted your hips to meet his thrusts and instead focused on the pleasure, focused on how full you felt, how his tip nudged your g-spot every time he hilted inside you, and a few moments later, you tipped over the edge, your orgasm rippling through your lower half with a shuddering cry.
Perospero didn’t falter, didn’t seem upset that you spoiled his fun. Just like back on the boat when he trapped you, his grin only seemed to widen. “Kuh kuh kuh! Oh, my. You came too soon. No matter…”
He increased the strength behind his hips, picking up his pace just slightly. You weren’t worried until he stretched his tongue down to lick at your clit. A startled cry erupted from your throat; suddenly his relentless thrusts pushed past overstimulation and started to build a second time. He never waned in his licking, nudging and circling and rubbing your swollen bud until you were veering on the edge a second time.
Perospero groaned deeply and you cried out, the both of you cresting your peaks close to the same time, and he spilled inside you, one final act of complete and total assertion. Euphoria and despair tore through your body all at once, pulsing and horrible. He collapsed on top of you, his torso pressing your face down, and he stayed there as you both caught your breath.
You closed your eyes, wallowing in the aftermath of it all and beginning to feel nauseous. Perospero’s shifting made you open your eyes, and he curled over to whisper into your ear.
“Maybe I’ll convince Mama not to kill you, perorin. Then I can keep you as my toy. You’d love that, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” you lie, the thought bringing fresh tears to your eyes. Perospero licked them from your face before pulling out and climbing off of you to get dressed. Before he left, he looked over his shoulder, watching his cum drip from your abused center with a smile.
“Sweet dreams, my dear.”
Then he left you there, battered and exposed. For the first time in many years, you felt a sensation you’d thought you’d forgotten. The stagnant, sex-tainted air of the room clung to your clammy, sweaty skin.
For the first time since you’d eaten your devil fruit, you felt cold.
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