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jungle-angel · 7 months

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A Journey In The Desert (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You, Bob, The Daggers and your kids get to experience a journey unlike any other

Warnings: Some biblical and religious references

You and Bob were excited beyond words that you had gotten the travel opportunities that you had. Everyone was having the time of their lives, most of all Bob who had gotten the opportunity to unleash his inner Indiana Jones.

"Daddy, can I feed him?" Auggie said, looking at the rather friendly camel who was already laden with the beautifully woven saddle blankets and saddles to match.

"Wait for Youssef to come back and we'll ask," Bob told him.

"Ah let him Bob," Youssef said, coming back with a bucket full of grasses, grain and oats for the funny looking beasts. "Fatima and I let the kids do it all the time."

Bob let Auggie go with Youssef to feed the camels while you and him watched the others and how they interacted with them. It seemed as though the entire herd had taken to the Daggers, save for Jake who hadn't a single clue about what to do with them.

"You think she likes you Phoenix?" Bob asked, noticing Natasha.

"Well, she tried eating my hair an hour ago so I'd say that's a promising sign," she chuckled.

You and Bob laughed when you noticed Mickey and another member of the camp moving their hands back and forth, the camel moving his head and neck with their motions.

"I wanna take him home so bad dude," Mickey remarked.

"Well, unfortunately we can't," Bob told him. "I don't think TSA would want us bringing an entire camel herd back to the states."

"Yeah plus the fleas," Rooster added, brushing a bug off the camel that one of the guides had affectionately referred to as "Old Fart".

It was barely a half hour before the head guide had to tell everyone to cut the shenanigans and saddle in to begin the trek. Youssef's wife, Fatima, helped tie the baby wrap that kept Deidre strapped to your back, tightening it enough so that she would stay put.

"Here," she said, placing Deidre's little pink Red Sox hat on her head. "Keep that on her head. I don't want her to burn once we're out of the shade."

"Thank you Fatima," you told her. "Are you going ahead?"

"I'll be in the back with Youssef," she answered. "Gotta go wrangle the brats first."

You laughed a little as she disappeared. You looked around as Bob saddled in with great ease, his dark brown Stetson cowboy hat on his head and his khaki shirt and jeans covered in dustings of red dirt from the desert. He fixed his gaze on you, smiling as he gave you a cheeky little wink which made you blush, filling your cheeks with heat.

Bob was the first one up and then you after you had given your camel the command to do so. The bellowing of the animals filled the camp as they rose up from the ground, jerking their riders back a little and then forward.

"Woah, slow down there big guy," Coyote laughed as he jerked forward and back a little in his saddle.

Phoenix, ever the lady, kept herself straight, fixing the loose, charcoal colored scarf on her already sunburned scalp once her camel had stood up. A loud yelp next to her had caught her attention, turning her gaze to Jake who grimmaced as he grabbed at a rather sensitive area between his legs.

"S'matter Bagman?" she chuckled. "Ever been in the saddle of a camel before?"

"No," he squeaked.

Natasha snorted a little.

"Horses," Jake squeaked again. "Why couldn't we have taken horses? They're at least easier to get on."

"Hangman we've got almost a twelve mile journey ahead of us in the middle of a scorching desert," Rooster explained. "I don't know if a horse would make it that far."

"You'd be surprised!" Youssef called from a bit further back.

Jake rubbed his rather sensitive junk to get some of the feeling back in, ignoring Coyote and Payback's snickering.

Penny wiped some of the dust from her face when she noticed the smile on Maverick's face, his eyes hidden behind his aviators.

"Don't gimme that look Pete," she told him.

"It's the only look I've got sweetheart," he said.

He took Penny's hand, kissing her close to where her wedding band was, engraved on the inside with their names. "Ready my lady?" he joked.

"As ever," Penny told him.

The caravan began moving forward, out of the sheltering shade of the red rock cliffs and into the open desert. The sun scorched land held a beauty of its own, the swirling sands twisting and coiling into dunes like orange snakes while close by, the dried up wadis lay cracked and sticky where water had once flown.

Hot winds blew across their path with clouds of dust flying into the air, yet the herd still kept going. You and Bob walked side by side with Auggie hanging fast to him and Patrick safely being held by his Uncle Rooster. Over the dunes and far away you had all gone, never once losing sight of one another and sticking as close together as possible.

The afternoon had begun to turn to evening when at last they had crossed one of the rivers, wading up to their knees in the cool water. "Wish we could stop for a swim," you said to Bob.

"We've gotta keep going (y/n)," Bob said. "The guides said we've gotta make it there by nightfall so we can set up camp."

The caravan pressed on into the sandy nothingness as the afternoon turned to early evening, the sun showing obvious signs of waning soon. "Look Daddy! Look!" Auggie chirped. "It's the cliffs from Indiana Jones!"

You nearly gasped when you saw the canyons coming into view, looming like a huge, red gate that guarded a place that you and Bob had only ever dreamed about. The further you went, the more you could feel that there was something else here altogether, something ancient and old, older than you could ever hope to comprehend. Your mind had begun to fill with images of the ancient days when trading caravans had come through here, when rivers of gold had flown through the deserts and stories of kings that could have only been found in the pages of The Bible. You had even begun to wonder if these too had been the very same roads that Jesus, his disciples and his family had traveled when they preached in the desert or if it had popped straight off the pages of The Arabian Nights.

Your jaws dropped when at last you saw it, that familiar structure you had first seen in Indiana Jones. Petra loomed high in the desert canyon, carved into the cliff face and standing tall and proud against the burning sunset. It was so beautiful and eerie to look at, a place with legends as old as time.

Everyone set up camp and made themselves comfortable for the night while you had made Auggie, Patrick and Deidre's beds. Everyone else had their own tents and could do as they would, but soon, you knew it would be bedtime for your three little ghouls.

Dinner smelled amazing as it cooked with chicken and lamb being cooked at least a hundred different ways in big pits while big pots of rice simmered over the open fires. All the smells, the herby and the smoky, the savory and the spicy, made everyone hungrier than they had realized. Auggie had practically eaten his weight in the chicken and saffron rice before he wanted to go back to the tent. Once they had settled into their little bed mats, Bob pulled a book from his pack and had begun to read them a story.

"And so it was, that Sinbad the Sailor had returned home to his family, retelling his adventures for his wives, his children, his children's children and their children too and soon the world would know the great things he had done," Bob read, finishing the tale of the wily sailor and his adventures.

Auggie, Patrick and Deidre were all fast asleep when Bob finally tucked them in, letting them snore away. "Bob," you whispered, poking your head into the tent. "Bob you've gotta see this."

Bob hurried out with you into the chilly night when he gasped at the magnificent sight before him. The flickerings of hundreds of tiny candles and lamps lit up the night. Somewhere, you could both hear voices of people singing, drums and ouds being played, the words so otherworldly and beautiful that you didn't care if you could understand them or not.

You and Bob joined the others as one of the people in the camps had given everyone one or two tiny little votives to light. On each one had been scrawled a name, each a loved one for the Daggers. Maverick of course had one for Goose while Rooster placed another one for both his father and mother in the red dust. Mickey lit one for his uncle, Diego, hoping that it would light the way for his journey to the states. Natasha lit one for her Grandpa Earl, hoping too that he would be able to get back on his feet after having been sick for so long. Jake tried to hide his tears when he placed one close by for Grammy Seresin, his father's grandmother who he had been particularly close with until she had passed at the age of a hundred and one. Coyote placed his for his brother, a police officer for the city of New Orleans and another for a family member who was trying to leave Brazil for the states. Payback's was the next, lighting his for his Aunt Nina who still lived in The Bahamas, hoping that no matter how far from home they were, that they would always be able to hear from each other.

You and Bob were the last, one for his parents and one for his Meemaw and Papa. In the quiet peace of the desert, you two had grown closer than ever, your bond unbreakable and your love for each other burning like the sun.

#top gun maverick #robert bob floyd #pete maverick mitchell #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #mickey fanboy garcia #jake hangman seresin #javy coyote machado #reuben payback fitch #penny benjamin mitchell #penny x maverick #bob floyd x reader #dagger squad

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natsukishinomiyaswife · 25 days

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❤️‍🔥 and 😑 for the ask game for cathie if you'd like!! Hehe

Hello Mah! ☆

Thank you so much for your ask, and for responding to the OC x Canon ask game I reblogged!

I love talking about Cathie, the cuties ♡

❤️‍🔥: Who tends to take the lead with showing affection?

Honestly, I think both of them do! It just depends on the situation, really. For example, Ruthie will always hold Cater's arm whenever they're walking or standing next to each other. (That is, if Cater doesn't beat her to it and hold her hand first instead. Though he usually just waits for her to grab his arm) If they're sitting next to each other, Cater will always grab her hand and hold it under the table, enjoying how happy it makes her and how her face turns a light pink whenever he does it. Whenever Ruthie eats or drinks something good, she always holds it out for Cater to try, feeding him a bite off her fork/spoon or offering her drink for him to have a sip. She doesn't do this with sweets though, knowing how he doesn't like them. (She would do this before they were dating too, causing Cater to become flustered, though he tried not to let it show) Cater offering Ruthie his jackets or hoodies, just because he enjoys seeing her wearing his clothes (also to help warm her up if she's cold) Ruthie always going to Cater's Pop Music Club shows/concerts, not only to support him but because she's mesmerized by how handsome (and cool) he looks on stage performing. (Cater using this to his advantage and making her flustered) Stuff like that! ♡

😑: How easily do they get jealous and how do they handle it?

So, Ruthie is not a jealous person. Like, at all. (Even if she was, she would have nothing to worry about. Someone could pull up any of Cater's socials or even just talk to him and immediately realize he was in a relationship/has a girlfriend lol) If anything, she would start to doubt herself, and begin to think things like, "Oh, what if they're better for him?" or "Oh, maybe I'm not what he wants..." Which of course Cater would turn them down immediately and put a stop to Ruthie's self doubt, telling them he's flattered (if they took the rejection well) but that he has a girlfriend. Cater, on the other hand... He does his best not to let it show, but he is a jealous person, putting on a fake smile and trying to be polite as he stops someone trying to hit on Ruthie. Though, most of his jealousy actually comes from before they were dating, back when Ruthie was oblivious to her feelings. Whenever they would hang out or spend time together, people would always mistake them for a couple, referring to Ruthie as his girlfriend or saying how cute they were together. It was like a stab to his heart whenever it happened, secretly longing for the relationship they thought they had. What made it worse was when Ruthie would correct them, causing him to laugh awkwardly as he confirmed they weren't together, chest aching. He couldn't help but be jealous, jealous of the relationship everyone believed they had, that he longed for... And Ruthie...she was oblivious. Oblivious to how affectionate she was, how her actions could easily be misinterpreted by anyone passing by... Oblivious to how she makes Cater forget sometimes they aren't a couple, having to stop himself from kissing her breathless more than once. Then that ache, that jealousy, would come back. For the relationship that he longs that they had... (This has honestly caused me to brainrot so much, expect a full fic soon!)

Thank you so much for your ask, Mah! (And for the brainrot!)

I really appreciate it! ♡

If anyone else would like to ask about Cathie, either with the questions from the OC x Canon ask game or just in general, please feel free to do so!

I would absolutely love it if you did! ♡♡♡

Thank you! ♡

#♡.sheep answers #♡.twst oc #♡.ruthie #♡.cathie #oc x canon #ask game

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innytoes · 7 months

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im so damn in love with kidnapped by the fae AU. especially willex. I'm on my knees i just need a little bit more

Some loose Kidnapped by the fae!AU headcanons inspired by conversations with @floating-in-the-blue and @legolasghosty

-Willie is friends with the crows. Ray has accepted this. He's glad Willie is making friends, even if they're not human. He's also glad the crows never poop on his car anymore.

-Willie has a hard time with the whole concept of money. He's been raised by fairies. His entire life was a series of complicated rules about trades, kindness that is rewarded, except when you try to reward their kindness and it's seen as an offense, and sometimes there's tricks where you're punished either way, and other times Caleb is just amused he's asked for something interesting, and now they're telling him you can just... slide some paper and coins to someone and they do or give you specific things????

-Yes they had several long conversations about it because Shoplifting is Bad, even if they don't see you, if you want more strawberries you can just put them on the grocery list. No teleporting inside the greenhouse and eating them there is still stealing. Yes even if you clean their house for them. Please don't break into random farmers' houses to clean them, buddy, this is America, people have shotguns.

-Between Willie trying to eat things before paying for them while at the supermarket and Alex getting overwhelmed with all the choices and Luke just staring at everything modern (he really liked the automatic doors once Ray promised they weren't magic), Reggie is the only one who gets to come grocery shopping if he's in a hurry.

-Yes Reggie absolutely adores father son bonding time shopping with Ray. And also getting to pick special treats for his boys.

-But when Willie starts asking to come with because 'I have your silly papers now, I want to pick my own fruit please, I promise not to eat them until we're in the car' Ray is like: okay. And then: where the hell did you get money.

-Willie: =D The crows give it to me. Ray: You taught the crows to pickpocket??

-Willie just shrugs. "When you go to the place with the Fast Food you give the people in the weird hats the papers and they give you fries. I started giving the crows fries for the silly papers, and it works." He leans over to whisper: "Sometimes they get a fry just because they're good birds or they bring me something shiny instead."

-Ray is still in an existential crisis on if his new foster son and his empire of Crime Birds is something he should try and stop, when Willie is like: Like this rock!!!

Ray: WILLIE THAT IS A DIAMOND.

Willie: Oh is that good? You can have that one, I like this one better. And then he proudly shows Ray a random pebble with some pink bits in it.

-Listen four extra supernatural mouths to feed is a lot but also he doesn't want to get arrested trying to pawn it but also he can't go to the cops and say: the crows brought my kid this in exchange for a french fry. So the diamond ends up in like, a junk drawer.

-Now that they've all worked out that Sharing Is Caring Willie is no longer wanting to hiss in jealousy at Julie and they become good friends. She makes him flower crowns that he proudly wears everywhere.

-When Ray insists he has to wear a helmet to skateboard he pouts because it will crush his flower crown, so Julie makes him one that fits over his helmet.

-The boys all love Flynn and let her play dress-up with them until they 'find their signature styles'. Alex likes pink and comfy clothes and fanny packs, Luke will cut the sleeves off anything.

-Flynn teases Reggie that is he sure he came from the 90s and not the 50s and Reggie is just like: I already have a signature style and it's served me well thanks.

-Willie will wear whatever and makes everything look good but he likes crop tops because of the way it makes Alex go all flustered.

#kidnapped by the fae au #julie and the phantoms #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #you just know that Ray eventually gives up and asks Willie to tell the crows to only steal from Bad People #listen the crows know if you're an asshole they're smart

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pigeonwhumps · 1 year

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New toy

Finding Safety masterlist

AMOW March Trope-a-Thon day 2: creepy captor + conditioning + pet whump

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @whumpymirages @flowersarefreetherapy @painful-pooch

Tyrone has a new toy he wants to try out on Aaliyah.

1.2k

CWs: BBU, pet whump, intimate whumper, dehumanisation, self-dehumanisation, non-con, hand-feeding, sensory deprivation, conditioned whumpee, muzzled, treated like an animal

"Open up, pet."

Aaliyah, knelt at her place by Master's feet, opens her mouth obediently. Master picks up a fry and holds it out, letting her eat it from his fingers. She licks the grease off them afterwards, the way he likes, and flutters her eyelashes at him.

"Good girl, Aaliyah," Master purrs, "Very good girl." Aaliyah flushes at the praise, and he chuckles lightly. "Would you like some dessert too?"

Aaliyah bows her head, placing her hands together as if in prayer, supplicating herself for the chance for a little more food (at least, she hopes dessert is food today). Master seems to be in an exceptionally good mood, because he simply smiles, holding out a fork towards her.

"Go on then. Eat it."

Aaliyah leans up and licks the crumbs of chocolate cake and cream off the fork, bowing daintily after she's finished. It's sweet and cloying, and full of flavour. Well. He did say he put a lot of chocolate in.

"That's it for today, pretty thing. We don't want to spoil your figure." He pats her on the head, before getting up and pouring some dry pellets into a metal bowl, water going in another. "Now, I don't fancy going out in this weather, so I want you to feed the mutt. I have some things to do, but when I'm finished I want you ready and waiting in the bedroom. I have a new toy I want to try out."

So that's why he's in such a good mood. She pushes herself to her feet and takes the bowls, heading outside. It's not raining anymore, but the ground is covered in cold, muddy puddles as she splashes towards the kennel. It doesn't have a door and she sees Cass look up miserably as she approaches. He's stretched out fully on his front, his back covered with shiny pink scars, and the new wire muzzle covers the lower half of his face. Aaliyah doesn't think Master ever intends to take the mitts off.

She places the bowls of food and water in front of Cass and unclips the muzzle, stroking his cheek apologetically. He flushes with what she thinks is humiliation, before bending over and taking a slurp of water.

She thinks it's humiliation, anyway. She ponders it as he crunches on the food. If this is the life he's meant for, why does he get humiliated? Why are there things that make her throat catch, and not in a good way?

She shakes her head. She's a pet, it's not her place to wonder. That won't do. She's just here to do Master's bidding.

Once Cass has finished his food, he laps up some more water, then sticks out his chin, allowing Aaliyah to buckle the muzzle back on. She slides a straw through, helping him insert it into his mouth, allowing him to drink while she's not here.

Then she lets him lean his cheek against her hand for a moment. She has to go, but she still has a moment of comfort for Cass.

Back in Master's house she washes her feet carefully, knowing he'll be angry if they're dirty, and heads upstairs to his bedroom, kneeling by the foot of the bed, in her usual sleeping spot. It's only a few minutes before she hears Master's footsteps, and she keeps her head bowed and body steady as he strokes her hair. His hand quickly turns into a strong grip, pulling her head back and up, bending over to give her a bruising kiss. She parts her mouth slightly, allowing his tongue access. When he pulls away he sighs happily.

"You really are perfect, pet. Now get onto the bed and into position two. I want to see you."

Aaliyah obeys, climbing on the bed and onto her knees, butt resting on her ankles. Master smiles.

"Good girl. Now, I have a new toy for you." He reaches behind him into a large bag and pulls out– no.

No.

Her eyes widen at the sight of the leather deprivation hood and it's all she can do not to panic.

"Hey, it's okay, pet. Your handlers aren't here. I know you had it used on you before, but I just want to see how you react, that's all. Nothing like then. And besides, you're my pet. You can handle this, can't you?"

Aaliyah nods at the stern question-stroke-threat at the end. Master really is in a good mood today, to reassure her so much, but he won't stay like this if she doesn't get it together. She sticks her head out, allowing him to attach the leather over her head. Once he's done up the last strap all she has is a small hole to breathe, the smell of leather filling her nose. She leans into Master's touch, desperate for it, as he removes her clothes carefully, then lays her down.

She's grateful that it's only her head, that she can still feel (feel so much more than normal, in fact, without the useless distractions), that Master's being so affectionate with her. She responds eagerly to his touches, feeling a rush of pleasure at each one. Master's so good to her, to let her feel this even without her doing anything for him.

The hood's terrifying. She has no idea where she is when Master's not touching her, and no idea what he's doing at all. She's a pet, she doesn't need to know, but it's still scary. At least Master's being good to her.

After he's prepared her, a luxury she isn't always permitted, he inserts his penis. She hasn't been ordered to stay still like a statue so she doesn't, doing just as Master likes until he comes inside her. He keeps fucking her well past the point of her own pleasure, well past overstimulation, until he's come several more times.

But her own pleasure doesn't matter. She's a pet, for Master's use and pleasure only. Just another hole to fuck, Cass said.

But that's not quite true. No, Master wouldn't be so affectionate if it was. He wouldn't have punished Cass so harshly for saying it. He cares about her, and she's a bad pet for even entertaining another possibility.

Once Master's finished, he removes the hood carefully, brushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes and kissing each eyelid.

"You're so pretty like this. I should make you cry more often. And that was beautiful, pet. You're so responsive like that. Let me clean you up and you can have a few hours sleep before it's time to serve me again."

Aaliyah goes limp in Master's arms as he brings her into the bathroom and starts washing her down with cold water. She's a bit overwhelmed by all the sights and sounds and smells, but she'll be good anyway.

She always tries to be good. She doesn't always manage it, sometimes she has to be punished, but she always, always tries.

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byanyan · 7 months

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@chronal-anomaly sent:ㅤ[ Bloodlust ] where Lena finds them 👀

vampiric promptsㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

[ BLOODLUST ]ㅤthe sender receiver has gone too long without feeding, base instincts taking over, the receiver sender finds them.

ㅤlurking in alleys has proven to be an effective method of catching people alone and off guard, of providing the privacy to feed without much risk of being caught, and proved an okay place to leave bodies behind when things get... out of hand. effective as it is, however, it's not the most consistent method. much less so when they have to spend the half the night searching for a place to take shelter the next day — somewhere with low risk of them being found while sleeping that also happens to provide complete safety from the sun's rays.

needless to say, meals have been lacking through this miserable period of time. returning to the group home is not an option — it's not safe for them, and it's not safe for the rest of the kids — and crashing on any of their usual couches is equally out of the question. things have been difficult and incredibly frustrating, and not being able to feed consistently, even going hungry a lot of nights, has only made things that much worse.

slumped on the ground against the wall of a familiar, dingy alley, knees drawn up to their chest and face buried in their hands, byan is exhausted. starving. ...desperate. with their large, vibrant pink backpack at their side, filled to the brim with all the belongings they could fit inside prior to abandoning the group home, they're at a loss for where to go and what to do. nothing has been right since the night they were attacked, since the night they were embraced, and now it's almost laughable to remember that they had believed things would get better once they got the hang of being a vampire.

ㅤㅤㅤ...well, on the plus side, it can't get any worse from here, right?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwrong.

they hear the sound of a heartbeat before that of the footsteps which accompany it ever reaches their ears. maybe tonight's starting to look up after all. perking as the sounds grow closer, their head lifting from their hands and eyes darting to where the alley breaks into two separate paths, they watch intently, already debating whether they should launch into attack the moment someone rounds that corner, or if it might be better to lie in wait and pounce once they get closer.

before they can come to any conclusive decision, however, the scent of their approaching prey reaches them, and the familiarity of it makes their blood run cold.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤlena.

a wave of panic hits them like a brick wall and sends them scrambling to their feet, hands reaching for their bag and fumbling in their hurry. no no no, they have to get out of here now, they have to leave before—

ㅤㅤ" byan? "

the sound of her voice makes them freeze in place, bent over with their fingers locked around the strap of their backpack, a mess of hair hiding their face. this is bad. this is so bad. there's a reason they've been avoiding her since everything happened: there's no explaining it. any of it. there's no reasonable explanation for their sudden abandonment of school, or for running away from the home. no believable explanation for them not answering any of her calls or messages, nor for them inevitably turning down any of the food she'd offer. it's felt easier to leave her worrying and wondering rather than let her see them looking sickly and so much thinner than usual, only to have her undoubtedly not believe them when they try to assure her that their drug problem has not gotten worse. and... it's felt safer.

ㅤ—but now she's found them, caught sight of them for the first time in weeks, and of course it's while they're looking their worst, while they're in such a dangerously volatile state.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthey have to leave, now.

ㅤㅤ" no— i-i can't right now. "ㅤthe words are forced out; no time to think about them, no time to try hiding the panic in their voice. she's stepping closer, and byan's scramble to make a break for it resumes, one hand reaching back to tug their hood up over their head to better conceal their face, the other hauling their heavy bag up over their shoulder. she's talking, but all they can hear is the sound of her heart beating, of the blood rushing through her veins, and it makes their movements more erratic.

ㅤㅤ" —don't, okay? i hafta go, i can't do this right now. "ㅤfear raises the volume of their voice as they hear her step only closer yet. she's not listening, she's not listening, she'snotlistening. somewhere just beneath the surface, far too close to breaching for byan's comfort, the beast thrashes, gnashing its teeth, hungry, hungry, hungry — and they do the only thing they can: they turn to run.

a hand catches their wrist before they can take their first step, and they think their chest is going to burst from the sheer terror that erupts from within. more words that don't reach their ears are spoken, and the world around them begins to get hazy, the only thing making it through is the sound and smell of the living, breathing body behind them.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤhungry, hungry, hungry.

when they finally turn to face her, it's without any recognition in their features, their eyes sharp yet almost glazed over at the same time. all concerns other than feed have been cast aside in an instant, utterly forgotten, and a hand closes tightly around her wrist in a mirror of her own action. a violent tug pulls lena closer, and byan lunges forth the rest of the way, fangs sinking into the exposed flesh of her neck before she has a chance to so much as try to shove them away. finally, finally, the taste of blood overtakes their tongue and, not able to recall what it was that had frightened them so in the first place, they finally begin to sate their agonizing hunger.

#chronal anomaly #━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ answered: ic ⋮ i am a vulture that feeds on pain.#━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ verse: fledgling.#you just wanted to hurt me didn't you #well FINE maybe i'll just lean into it and write you an entire novel then!!!!!#fr tho this was fun thank u sm for indulging me #no thoughts head empty only food

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emmamountebanks · 1 year

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Okay, I GOT to ask: what are your Brinivybank headcanons? Like whats the full story behind these besties suffering together? And how angsty does this get? I need to know cuz you put this triplet in my head and I'm obsessed

omg

ive thrown up so much baloney about them over the months so some stuff i say may be lowkey rehashing but oh well! these are my babies!!

i ended up writing more than intended so it's put under a cut

i can already just kind of picture dylan meshing well naturally with both emma and max over the summer (in the event max made it ofc). emma and max would take a bit more time to even interact with each other but the second emma makes a dumb joke and max responds with something dumb back, it's clicked.

since max was originally listed in his bio as class clown before dylan's intro video gave him it, they're already on the same level. supermassive didn't let skyler and miles interact because they would've been too powerful together. the three of them would be just dumb shenanigan snark fests and everyone hates to love them. they are the perfect goofball menaces to compliment their partners, and they love terrorizing them together.

as far as the actual canon events though, i always just like to believe max and emma meet post-surviving that night. they have to. emma snatched his clothes and got his ugly wolf mug on her phone, she needs to make fun of him for it. and with biting/trying to bite her i can just see him being like "whoops my bad i didn't eat before the moon came up". u know she wants to be mad but with his lil hoodie and awkward dumb joke she can't be mad.

i needed just more of emma and dylan, too. they love being annoying!! they want to break into cabins and be gay do crimes!! the most i get for any sort of bonding is if abi's died and dylan recaps the story to her. she opens up in front of him and kaitlyn! she's letting her real emotions out for once and lets her stage presence drop! and then they just never interact again. what the hell!

but post-game! they have a great support system going. they all share almost the same fear, of not being good enough or trying to act like someone they're not because that's what makes people happy. dylan and emma put on a show since they think that's what the people want. max hated upsetting laura since he didn't tell her about college. he wasn't falling in line with the plan of what she wanted them to be anymore. none of them want to make anyone sad. they just want to have fun, tell jokes, be silly, and stay afloat.

after all the werewolf trauma, it's rough for them to bounce back to their normal selves, but i think they'd feed on each others energy and remember its okay to still smile. having everyone else alive and around definitely helps speed up the healing process too.

i also imagine if laura and ryan don't come back, dylan remembers max's name and her story of leaving him there. he and emma go together bc emma wants to know who the hell the bitch was that tried to eat her - and its just some goofball that's wearing a cropped pink hoodie. her desire to throw hands is instantly gone because he looks just so sad waiting for laura at the dock and he's like "who are u guys.. wheres my girl"

my favorite kind of angst for them is the run i just did where they were my only three survivors, and infected each other. i personally feel like there's a strong bond that forms between werewolves after infection - so now that their love interests are dead, they rely on each other 10x more for support. cuz no one is going to understand it like they do. cuz max is the reason emma bit dylan and now they're just stuck with it. they don't know the source of the curse, and no one is around to tell them anymore.

alone but together. every month, they dread the night that reminds them and forces them to be the cause of everything they've lost. they met up right after, realized what happened, and realize that it's just them. emma gets their numbers, they have a little group chat to keep each other sane. then when it's a full moon, they meet up to be together and accounted for, and lock themselves away.

another full moon later, they get a place to stay and move in with each other. it's easier and more comforting this way, and it's easier for them to keep their humor when it's in one safe space.

but the survivors guilt eats at them for a while. max is sad that he couldn't have done anything to help laura, that she died trying to help him. emma is sad she wasn't there for abi, that the last time she saw her she kissed abi's crush. dylan is sad that ryan went off and never came back, and he'll never know if something more could've happened.

while it takes a long time to heal, they eventually slowly come to terms with their fates. but they'll still never be okay.

maybe there's an off chance they can get chris to help, since he'd have to live for them to stay infected. but with the rest of the hacketts dead, chris is just as helpless as them on the night of an actual full moon. who could even cure them at this point?

#the quarry #useyernamesteven #askbox #woof its like 2am and i dont even think ive said all i wanted to #i could go on all night about these three #but i am SLEEPY #brinivybank

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Ooh, I had an amazing FFXV Magi plot bunny that I wanted to share with you, where Nyx, Libertus, and Crowe accidentally Walk Twice, but in the Magi world. Libertus is maybe reborn as a fanalis or in Balbad, and Crowe as a magician, but NYX is reborn as Sinbad’s oops baby that he doesn’t know about. And he finds out about Nyx when he meets him… walking into Balbad with Aladdin and Morgiana. Just Sinbad having to be the brain cell of an Ulric. Lib eventually finds Nyx and just despairs because Nyx’s new dad in this life is literally JUST AS BAD. Sinbad is also in tears. Ja’far is a mix between despair and validation because now you know how I feel ALL THE TIME. Crowe is just laughing once she finds them. Then she learns how to use her magic to light things on fire. It would also be just as funny if all three of them were under 10 the entire time. Just, tiny Galahdrians going nuts, especially when Kou starts trying to invade Balbad (just like the Nifs)! Also, Nyx not realizing Sinbad is his father for like, so long. I haven’t actually felt this inspired to write since god knows when, but I can just imagine the glorious angst and chaos… and tears from Sinbad because he wasn’t ever this bad, right guys? Right?

Oh my word that would be the funniest thing thank you for sharing this and can I adopt it. Oh my word.

Also I see Fanalis Lib and raise you Nyx and Lib being *actual siblings* on their mother's side. Their mom is a Fanalis and Lib is either a pure Fanalis or just has a different human dad and Nyx's dad is indeed Sinbad. Because come on, of course Sinbad would manage to get cozy with a Fanalis lady.

In a testament to the strength of Sinbad's genes, Nyx's hair is a lot more purple than red, but probably still has a reddish hue since Fanalis all seem to be pink/red haired iirc.

Libertus would like it to be known that Nyx did *not* need the superhuman body of a fanalis thanks. It only encourages the stupid. At least he can phyiscally collar and overpower Nyx now with his purer Fanalis blood.

Meanwhile yes, Crowe is a terrifying bby magician. And was not from the magician city either. Did not get taught there. Nope, everything she knows she taught herself through experimentation and an unholy amount of fire being thrown at available targets (predators, slavers, bandits, slavers, bounty hunters, slavers-).

They meet up when they're teeny children because fate loves to combine chaotic elements. Crowe's probably been living in the wilds by herself, and Fanalis mom was a rare not-enslaved Fanalis that lived with a traveling caravan as their like- bodyguard on the road.

Not sure what happens, either tragedy or just accidental separation, but all three are *alone* on the road when they run into Aladdin and Morgiana. They were probably on their way to Balbadd because they heard about the thieves who stole from the rich to feed the poor? And were curious. If it was a lie then they would leave, but if it was a truly good cause. Well.

Crowe and Nyx rarely get such a good excuse to break things and set things on fire :3.

Then they run into Sinbad, who at this point has been robbed fricken blind because- iirc he was drunk at the time?? But he is out here in his birthday suit asking if they have a spare robe he can borrow and Crowe just wordlessly raises her homemade staff to try to set him on fire before Lib pushes her stick back down. Lib in particular is eyeballing this stranger's purple hair and the features he obviously shares with Nyx.

Lib, internally: I refuse. I'm never mentioning this to Nyx ever, let him be oblivious.

Nyx: oblivious noises.

Sinbad, spotting this boy who looks eerily like him with hair just a few shades off identical: *sweating intensifies*.

Just- things devolve into chaos so rapidly. And possibly accidental fixits too. Meanwhile Sinbad is not BLIND and is increasingly internally screeching at the sight of Nyx and he already dreads the moment Jafar sees the wayward ten year old.

Gosh this has so much fixit and angst and hilarity potential. All of Sinbad's karma comes prepackaged as one smol Galahdian. Suffer Sinbad.

Suffer.

#SE asks #myrroronthewall asks #Magi Galahdians verse #Secret Engima Rambles #magi sinbad #nyx ulric #new au

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This is a separate copy of a jegulily ficlet I wrote on one of @waltzedintherain 's posts.

....

The first time he notices it, James doesn't think much of it.

Well, no, that's a lie, he thinks quite a lot about it.

Mostly what he thinks is 'oh wow, that's really hot'.

They've spent the afternoon making a gingerbread house, which now stands successfully upright in its little scene. Now all that's left is to finish the decorations.

Lily is sat up on the counter peeling little icing snowmen off the baking sheet they'd been left to set on. Regulus stands next to her with a piping bag. He has a smudge of food colouring on his face but he hasn't noticed yet.

Lily pulls Regulus closer, cupping his face with one hand. Her thumb lightly brushes the blue mark on his cheek just like James had been thinking of doing.

With her other hand she holds one of the icing figures up to his lips. Regulus lets her feed it to him, his gaze fixed on hers.

Then Lily leans forward and kisses him. The hand cupping his face moves round to tangle in his hair. They kiss for some unknowable time - James' eyes are fixed on them.

"You taste like sugar." Lily murmurs.

Regulus gives her a small smile and presses another kiss to her lips. She lets him, but only for a moment before she pulls away to pick up another icing snowman. She feeds him that one too, holding his hips between her knees to keep him close.

They take turns feeding each other the little sugar figures. Neither of them look over to where James is stood watching them.

"If you eat them all we won't be able to decorate the house." He says.

Lily giggles to herself, not turning round. She takes another snowman and holds it between her teeth. With some coaxing, Regulus bites off the other half.

"Hey." James whines. But he doesn't quite know what he's asking for this time. He'll happily make more of the snowmen. They can have whatever they want.

"Yes?" Lily asks, finally looking over, like she's only just noticed him. Regulus rests his head in the crook of her neck. They're both so beautiful.

"Nothing." James says. "It doesn't matter."

Lily strokes her fingers through Regulus' hair, while he watches James through half-closed eyes.

"Alright, then." She says.

....

They go ice skating at the weekend. The whole group, not just the three of them. The rink is quite crowded. Disco music plays fuzzily over the speaker system.

James and Sirius head straight for the middle of the ice, lack of practice be damned. Lily sends James on ahead, vowing to stay on the edge for at least the first few minutes, where she can grab the handrail if she needed.

James falls on his arse a good dozen times as he and Sirius race each other around the centre. The speed they're going probably makes them look far better at skating than they are, he's not sure he's really been in control of his feet once yet.

Finally Sirius goes tumbling over himself around a corner so fast that he knocks the legs out from under several people skating near him. After that James decides they should maybe take a break for a bit.

He drags Sirius over to the edge.

Remus is already standing there with some kind of hot drink in a paper cup that the rink must be selling. Sirius, covered in melting ice, begins to tease him for giving up so quickly.

Then over the loudspeaker the DJ announces a couples' dance segment. The lights circling over the ice turn pink and red. James can see that it's his time to shine.

He scans the outer circle of the rink until he finds Lily's red hair and dark green coat. He's sure he's practiced enough that he can hold her up while they skate away from the edge.

James slides over, with absolute control over the speed he's moving, and catches hold of the rail next to her (delicately and not with any significant momentum).

"Hey." He says with a grin.

"Hey." Lily says. She raises an eyebrow. "What's up?"

James points at the centre of the rink. The red and pink lights spin over it.

Then Regulus appears. He comes to a stop beside them without even touching the handrail. It's very impressive. If James thought he could pull him in for a kiss without falling over then he would.

Regulus holds out a hand to Lily. He lifts his chin and straightens his shoulders. An imitation of his past self.

"Might I have this dance?" He asks.

Lily smiles at him, so widely it's almost a laugh. She takes his hand. He pulls her away from the handrail carefully.

As they move into the centre Lily turns back to James and sticks her tongue out.

Huh?

James stands there mouth agape while they skate away. A few people making their way around the edge grumble as they clamber past him, stood still.

James watches Lily and Regulus move under the warm lights. His hands and knees are damp and cold from the amount of time he's spent on the floor.

Regulus is a very good skater. His usual grace translates well to the ice, and while the two of them nearly fall a couple of times, they recover quickly. Lily obviously trusts him to keep them upright. He even spins her once - if more in the ballroom way than the figure skating way.

Once the music ends they come off the ice together, cheeks red from the cold and the exertion.

They're still holding hands as they get to the bench to take their skates off. They both look so pretty, smiling together, wrapped up in their winter clothes.

Something catches in his heart. He can't quite name what he's feeling.

....

After that it becomes a trend. James has no idea why his partners are suddenly so obsessed with each other.

Maybe it's to be expected. They're both so amazing, he knows that. Perhaps it isn't so strange that they would take notice of it about each other.

Sometimes it makes him feel a bit pouty, though. He likes being included.

That evening they're all sitting in the lounge, while the snow comes down heavily outside. They have a fire going in the large brick hearth. Regulus is knelt right in front of it. He's probably only supposed to have been adding firewood, but the flames have caught his attention and now he's stuck in place, staring into them while the heat washes over him.

Lily calls him back to the sofa, where she sits at one end, skirt fanned out into a semicircle. James has just come into the room with a tray of hot chocolate and marshmallows, which he sets down on a coffee table.

Finally distracted from the fire, Regulus crawls back to the sofa. But he doesn't get up to sit on it. Still on his knees, he presses a kiss to Lily's thigh, just above her knee.

"Oh," She says, "Is that what we're doing?"

They look at each other, and do that mind reading thing that James is sure they have now. Neither of them seem to see him.

He clears his throat awkwardly. "I'll just, uh, go somewhere else."

Both of their heads snap to face him.

"What?" Regulus says, "Why?"

James gestures between the two of them, but he can't find the words to explain himself.

"James." Lily says. Her voice and eyes are full of fondness, and something else that he can't quite place. She reaches a hand out to him. "Come here."

He does, and she curls into his side and presses kisses along his jaw. Regulus climbs into his lap. James holds them both tightly.

"I'm sorry." Regulus says. James thinks he probably doesn't know quite what he's apologising for, he's just noticed that something's wrong. He shakes his head. They're in his arms now, it doesn't matter.

"We're not cutting you out." Lily murmurs into his ear. She does know what he's thinking. "We love you - I love you." She bites lightly at his neck just below his ear. "And you definitely aren't uninvited from the sex we're about to have in your living room."

"What?" Regulus asks, he looks into James' eyes, "Why would you be?"

James tries really hard to find an answer. "Uh.." He says, and then just kisses him. Regulus accepts this happily, tilting his head and grabbing the collar of James' shirt. Lily buries her face in James' neck, he can feel her giggling.

They both begin to undo the buttons on his shirt, and really, he thinks, he should have known there was never anything to worry about.

#jegulily #james potter #regulus black #lily evans #fic #suggestive #my posts

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Zeus Brundle Ch3 [7~12]

What I'm curious about is: Does he genuinely look that cute, or does he look like a real pig but looks chibby form only to my eyes? It's the former… right?

Now the flow of the situation has changed. Well, Cae was the one who laughed first, so he had to take it. What goes around comes around

And hello Liz. This is my first time seeing you beyond Season 6. I personally preferred the previous pink eyes.

I heard that the ability to speak with animals is not common in WH sekai. I smell money

But I also heard the circus is on the decline these days. It would be much more profitable to upload animal vlogs on YouTube with that ability

Anyway, Klaus said the keyword Cae's curse. He asked Liz, who had a question mark above her head, if she knew the story mentioned at the beginning of Ch1.

I feel like I've seen this before somewhere. This feels the same as Tower of Sorrow is real thing blahblah

But the king didn't really "break" his promise, did he? He said he would allow the prince to marry her once he navigated through the Labyrinth, but didn't that also condition include returning? The prince didn't meet the conditions for his return, it cannot be said that the king broke his promise.

Erm… I thought it was the king's intention for the prince to be trapped in the labyrinth, but wasn't that the case? It's a bit weird that the curse applies to the proxy rather than the intended subject of the order.

Then is this an arbitrary action by the House of Baroque? That's weird as well

but bro what the fuck is this what kind of curse is this is this the best you can come up with? seriously? And why is there gender options. If you're going to curse someone like that anyway, just do it regardless of gender. Why should the distinction be made

But then again, that fucking lip-sealing spell exists in this WH sekai. What's wrong with that kiss blahblah curse

You know, that kind of personality is the life of the party in a state where everyone is now really close and hitting each other is tolerated. Well this kind of guy will become a race starter aka all-around troublemaker if they're in fanfic or something.

Someday I'll treat him like that too... But not now.

Anyway, the party ended, and everyone started leaving and going their separate ways. As she was about to leave, Zeus stopped her.

This guy likes dragons so much. Aren't dinosaurs the 5-year-old's favorite thing. His mental age is the same as theirs. shush

I don't know, Solmare didn't teach me But if I say "I don’t know" then I'll hear "Don't you know that, you idiot" from the mighty idiot.

You may know but I don't know dammit But fortunately, Liz answered everything. This girl is awesome

Anyway, Zeus cast the spell. If a magic circle is drawn just by chanting, is there a quick slot or something? Perhaps he memorizes the composition of the magic circle itself

He succeeded in summoning this time, above the magic circle was a fairy-like dragon.

She consumed so much mental power that her sanity score ended up going into negative territory. Let's all mourn her.

And here comes Alfonse. Surprisingly, Zeus didn't recognize him while he was close to Cae. huh, aren’t they both Day Class Prefects?

Anyway, they were having an in-depth conversation about the magic circle created by Zeus, while Liz was just watching them.

I still don't have a clue about him he's an idiot but! he's a genius however! he's an idiot nevertheless! he's talented notwithstanding! he's an idiot

And this bastard thinks the academy is his front yard Do it in front of your house

Oh, I know. I found a way to shut him up. If you ask him who would win, the black dragon or the Tyrannosaurus, he will spend the whole day thinking about it and not even open his mouth.

Anyway, Liz didn't know about black dragons, so Al taught her some: black dragons feed off darkness, but not evil as one would expect.

Yeah, I wanted this Darkness is not necessarily a bad thing. Darkness that exists above rules and order is just an element that harmonizes with other elements! Well... if it were outside of it, things would be different though

#shumma plays wh

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My little kirlia loves to have tea in a garden, so I've been thinking of planting some flowers around a little table outside, I'm not very good at it myself though, and do tend to be forgetful. Any recommendations on easy to care, yet pretty flowers? Do any flowers/plants have special effects on Pokemon that I should be concern/excited about?

ok, so we had a little chat about the weather you get, and I now know you have cold-ish climates, but a good bit of sun, so this is what I can suggest for you and your dear partner, to get the most out of your garden without too much work. SO, first things first, Grasses. They come in so many shapes and forms, all different colours, heights and can often tough out even the most bitter winter. The only real work I find you have to do with ornamental grasses is at the very end of winter, cut them back to the ground, and they’ll grow back nice and lush come spring when the sun starts to shine. People cut these grasses down quickly because they see them as scruffy, but I encourage you to avoid this, as the grass itself is so important to small bug types, and feeding bird pokemon who need nesting material, grubs to eat, and generally cover from predators. plus bonus, less work for you.

Grasses can create a privacy screen too, so if you're overlooked by neighbours, or your garden is very open and gets a lot of harsh wind, then plating tall tough grasses will not only give you incredible textures, but also some well deserved cover from prying eyes or bitter winds. They also help smaller less tough plants shelter, and can help keep the other things you plant in the space safer. They naturally clump and spread, and you really don’t have to do much other than sit back and watch their beautiful seed heads blow in the wind, creating movement, sound, and giving a great depth of texture to any garden. Plus who doesn't like to see sweet little pidgey feeding on seeds?

Pampas Grass: Super tall, beautiful foliage, real winners, Extra tough plants. ^

Zebra Grass, tall, dense, beautiful stripes, easy and tough ^

for a more Tropical vibe, perhaps try some bamboo ^

some folks are nervous about it because its fast growing and harder to control, you can stop its spread by planting in containers, OR putting bamboo into the ground, but line where you want it to grow with pond liner, a thick durable plastic, that the plant will struggle to grow through. If you plant a few in a lined trench, they'll fill that space in no time, giving you a thick wall of tough evergreen grass, that literally can be left all year round. makes for pretty foliage in cut flower mixes too.

Ok thats the backdrop laid out for you, now the fun stuff and colour! So heres some of my favs, which i know come in a range of variants.

^ Hardy Hibiscus, a shrub, known for their reds, whites, pinks and purples, and yellows, with lovely foliage and a mass of flowers big enough for the combee, cutifly and even butterfree to frequent. they arent overly sweet smelling but very pretty and need little care once established. You can even plant them in pots and they’d be pretty happy if you just feed them.

Hydrangea ^, known for pinks and purples, blues, and whites, their flowers (when not fed specific colouration feed) will change based on how acidic or alkali your soil is. If you want the flowers to not change colour, then get a white one (which is far prettier in my opinion haha). The white ones don’t change colour and will stay no matter your soil type. You can get special feed for them to keep them a certain colour, but its a bit of a faff and not for everyone. these plants can be delicate (see Hydrangea ‘limelight’, or ‘bluebird’) or bold and big (Hydrangea ‘big daddy’ or ‘annabelle’). Should you have a wall and some cash to splash, you can even get a climbing Hydrangea, which is quite stunning.

^ Lilac. Tough, easy to care for, and SO sweet smelling you’d think you’d died and gone to heaven. They come in whites, pinks and purples mostly, and have a robust nature you’d not expect from such a sweet smelling thing. I cannot stress how good and tough these plants are, and once established they can get incredibly aged and majestic.

These shrubs can be controlled to be small, or left to turn to large shrubs, depending on the space you're working with. I would advise putting in your larger plants first, then slowly adding smaller bits, as the big stuff creates the frame for your garden, its like putting bones in first, to support and hold together the spaces form.

after this, its all down to small floral bits. you mentioned tropical vibes up top, so i’d say go for some greens in there too, ferns and large leaved hostas are pretty cold tolerant (hostas can also flower which is lovely), and give a real feel for depthy jungle and texture, and the more green you get, the more the flowers pop against it.

for ground cover and softer smaller plants, think hardy Geraniums, maybe some hardy shrub Fuchias, a personal fav for its fearless defiance to the cold is Erysimum, and then you have age old winners like Aquilegia, Yarrow, and Scabiosa. Do a google, check out the options and hopefully head to your local nursery to pick a few bits up. i’d suggest planting up when the ground doesn't get frost in the morning, to give your new plants the best chance. water whatever you plant into the ground thoroughly once, and only do so again should you get a particularly hot summer day.

All the plants i’ve mentioned are tough as old boots if you make sure they're ‘Hardy’ thats the word to look on labels with anything you plan to put in. There aren't any plants that I know of that affect the Ralts line thoroughly AND fit the vibe you were gong for that we discussed, but i do know they're easily calmed by scented plants, so go to a local centre, or even public gardens and take some time to smell the flowers. If they plant it in your local park, and your pokemon enjoys it, chances are it can survive your weather and rough soil type. I find the Ralts line is very in tune with their trainers, and so if you enjoy the garden, if you like the sound of the grass in the wind, or the smell of the flowers, or buzz of combee floating by, then they'll join in and be content.

You mentioned your Kirlia likes tea? grab some mint and pop that in a pot for her, don’t put it in the ground, it goes wild and rampant. Also Chamomile is a rather hardy plant to have, and she may enjoy to learn the process of caring for and using that delicious little herby plant. It has sweet daisy flowers and does well in sunny spots or pots, and smells divine, some people even use it as an alternative for a lawn.

Pleeeeeease let me know how it goes, and if any of these names or phrases seem daunting, I am here to help, and can promise you i’ve given pretty easy starting points, and ALL of these plants can handle being in containers or in the dirt, in exposed positions, and none need rigorous feeding or care, other than the odd water, and the dead flowers trimmed off. If you get stuck message in, Gardening is kind of my vibe, and i’d hate to think you’d get a little overwhelmed. Plants move so slowly, you get a lot of time to fix issues and mistake (i know i make a lot of them haha) and they're also very forgiving, so don’t feel like you have to know a lot to get started, its a hobby that gets us outdoors, and brings great joy when the things we care for flower and give results, and we can learn from our decisions if they should fail and die.

GOOD LUCK!

#i went OFF #pokemon #gardening #prof.peach #peach talks

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peralta-guaranteed · 3 years

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good trope or bad trope: one of them waking up from surgery or something and being so high on drugs they forget they're together and the other has to explain it

good trope GOOD trope good trope! and this was probably just a question but I couldn't resiiiist

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It's kind of sad to think about the fact that Amy is already used to monitors beeping in a cold hospital room around her squad and, mostly, around her partner. They've been in so many horrible situations, so many little moments where she's had to worry about them, that today she's almost glad she doesn't have to. Jake's surgery had neither been scheduled nor planned, and there had been a whole lot of panic leading up to it when she drove him to the hospital wincing in pain, his arms clutched around his lower stomach, but the doctor's told her they came in early enough for it to be a more routine procedure rather than an emergency. And now his appendix was out, and he would be hurting and healing for a while, but the trepidation about that is nowhere close to the fear she's used to feeling while sitting in these uncomfortable hospital chairs, wondering when the person in the bed next to her would wake up. The last time she'd been in this position, Rosa was hooked up to so many many more machines, and she looked like a bad wax figurine of herself, all pale and stiff.

Jake looks almost fine, no breathing mask or tube down his nostril, just a little beeping heart monitor and some infusion in his arm. The nurse told her he'd be waking up soon when she lead her into the room, and that they could probably go home later that evening already.

(She also told her that he'd been one of the more amusing patients she'd had under anesthesia, which was not a surprise, and that he'd been asking for her every time he groggily opened his eyes for just a few seconds, which was not a surprise either.)

He blinks awake slowly, eyes darting around the room as if to figure out where he is, before they land on her and stay stuck, his forehead creasing in confusion for a second before he grins.

"Heyyyy, it'sa Santiago!" He tries in a croaky voice, and Amy reaches for the cup of ice water the nurse brought in to hand it to him. He's shaky, but he can handle it alone, she notes almost subconsciously - she remembers enough moments where she's had to feed him ice chips instead because he could barely move his arms.

"Hey." She answers with a softer smile as he gulps down almost the whole cup - considering he still hates water, he must really need it. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, just splendid, thanks." He quips before trying to sit up more and wincing, the stitches in his stomach upset. "What the hell did I do this time to end up here?"

"What?"

"I mean, I don't remember a chase or a fight, but it sure feels like I took a knife to the stomach or something?"

They look at each other, equally confused, before Amy shakes her head.

"You dont remember-? It wasn't a work thing, Jake, your appendix almost burst."

"Ah dang. That's not even a cool story for a new scar." He sighs as he leans back a bit against the pillow and carefully palms the space where she knows the skin is going to be light pink and rougher than usual from now on. "Sorry they made you wait around for my stupid ass to recover, or is the squad at least taking turns?"

She stares at him, her mind racing, and it seems to make him nervous. He's still trying to go for that usual grin, but his eyes are darting around, sticking to parts of her without looking directly into her eyes, and she can see he's getting fidgety. Mixing that with what he's saying, and the way he's saying it - his voice is different, somehow, more - guarded, or distant, it's hard to explain, but she only remembers it from a long time ago - makes her suddenly realise.

He's been given some very heavy duty painkillers and narcotics, she hears the nurse's voice in her head, so he might be disoriented or confused for quite a while. It shows differently in lots of people, so I can't tell you what to expect, but he'll be back to normal once it passes through his system.

He doesn't remember, she thinks. He doesn't remember... a lot.

"Jake." She gets his nervous attention back, trying to school her voice into something calm and friendly, instead of the equally nervous and somewhat excited giggle she wants to let out so bad. "I think you're still working through your medication. Can you tell me what the last thing you remember is?"

He leans back again and stares at the ceiling, and it's hard to read the emotions on his face.

"Just... regular work stuff, to be honest. Nothing big."

"Okay, then what is the last big thing you can think of?"

"Uh." He swallows, and Amy refills his water cup, but he doesn't take it. "I, uh, I remember Hoytsman kidnapping me." He laughs a short laugh, obviously trying to make it seem lighter than it ever was, but that's not the only reason Amy feels her heart jump.

His mind is stuck before their relationship. After Sofia left him. He thinks he's woken up after being injured at work, and there's no one there waiting for him except for a work partner who he's been trying so hard to pretend he doesn't like anymore, and for whom he obviously has to play the "I'm okay!" role still.

"Wow. Uh. Okay." She babbles, trying to find a way to be gentle and not confuse him any more. "Then, uh, I guess, well, your medication should pass soon, I think, and you'll remember more, so don't worry-"

"Amy." He's staring at her when she finally looks up, and notes her shorter hair, her far more comfortable outfit than the pantsuits he sees her wear at work, and even while high on drugs it's not that hard for him to put two and two together. "How much am I missing?"

"Quite a lot." She finally admits, but drops her look down into her lap, to her folded hands, and she unconsciously covers her wedding ring before he can see it. "A few years."

"Years?!" He squeals while leaning forward and then groans, because that has definitely upset his wound.

"It's okay, the nurse said it would happen." She quickly tries to calm him. "It's - you'll remember when the anaesthetic passes properly, so it's alright."

"Alright, yeah." He nods and finally settles into the pillow again, as silence envelops them for a few awkward moments, in which Amy's mind races through all the things he's missing right now.

"Okay." He interrupts her sad little mental storybook of their life's drama. "Let's play a game until then, huh? I call it 'Shock&Tell'."

"Jake-"

"It's easy, you'll get the rules. Basically, you tell me stuff I don't know right now and see how shocked you can get me."

"That's not funny-"

"Oh, I think it is. I know how much you like to have me speechless." He grins at her, and she can't resist.

"Title of your sex tape."

"Amy Santiago!" He gasps with a laugh, but there's hesitation in his eyes, and she remembers they weren't exactly at a flirting stage back where he is right now. "For that alone, you have to play a round with me."

"I can't think of anything shocking at the moment." She lies, and he sees right through her.

"Okay, then tell me the worst thing you think happens to me in those years, and the best. From your opinion."

She sighs and stares at her hands again, but she knows he won't let up - he's not gotten any less obnoxious from back then to now.

"Alright. The worst thing. You went to jail." She states, matter of fact, and watches his eyes practically bulge out of his head.

"Holy shi- WhAT?! Like, for a crime? Or-what-did I-what?!"

"You were innocent!" She says as fast as she can, and watches him deflate only a little.

"I sure fucking hope so! But still, what- how- why- ?"

"You and Rosa were framed by a criminally corrupt cop. It took us a few months to get evidence against her and have her sentenced instead."

"A few months." He whispers and stares at his hands, scrunching up the blanket he's wrapped in.

"You weren't alone." Her voice is soft and calm now, seeing him in such a state of unrest, and it takes all she has not to pull him into a hug - it'd probably both confuse and actually hurt him right now, given the stitches. "I mean, you were alone in prison, but we- the squad - we were all fighting for you and Rosa, and Charles and I visited you, and we- I- we never gave up on you."

He smiles, soft and a little broken, but he nods, as if that was something he'd always expect.

"Okay, now the best thing. Because lemme tell you, Santiago, you have to make up for that suckerpunch."

She smiles much wider now, almost grins as she leans forward to finally reach for his hand, entangling their fingers (to which he goes along almost automatically) and feeling her rings clink against the one on his. Jake's eyes are frozen on her hand in his, where he can see a shiny wedding band over what is clearly his Nana's old engagement ring, and he's barely breathing.

"Oh my god." He whispers a moment later, squeezing her hand almost painfully tight as he looks at her again, and she's still smiling.

"We're married?"

"Yeah."

"To- to each other?"

"Yeah, you doofus." She laughs.

"I'm- I'm your husband." He whispers again. "Even thought I went to jail?!"

"Well", she still laughs softly at the absolute shine in his eyes, the awe on his face. "You proposed after that. But I would've married you before, anyway." I would've married you before a lot of things you don't remember, she thinks but doesn't dare say, for fear he'll ask about those other things.

"You're my wife." He says, still stunned, and she nods. "We're married."

She nods again, and watches as the confused awe on his face turns into an almost relieved joy, and his bottom lip trembles as tears start rolling down his cheeks.

"Jake..." She whispers in turn now, her free hand (that is not currently being gripped by both of his) cupping his face and wiping away some of the tears that keep flowing.

"You're happy?" He asks with trepidation in his voice, and Amy wonders if the emotional rollercoaster is another side-effect of his medicine or just his lowered inhibitions. "I'm a good husband?"

"I couldn't wish for a better husband. You make me very happy." She's almost close to tears now herself. "I love you so much."

He gasps at that, and pulls her still gripped hand up to his face, pulling her closer to him in the process.

"I love you, Amy." is his answer, and she realises he means it, even with all the things he doesn't remember, all the things he doesn't know yet. "I love you so much. I can't believe I get to marry you."

His tears have calmed down a little by now, and she fixes her awkward pose of leaning forward and having both arms reach for his face by climbing up onto the bed with him, as he lowers their hands and looks at her with stars in his eyes and so much love on his face, she can't resist to pass the last few inches and kiss him.

His eyes are still closed when she pulls back and touches her forehead to his, and he's whispering again.

"Wow."

"Well, that's certainly an appreciated reaction." She giggles.

"Don't tell me I don't react like that every time you kiss me, because there's no way I'll believe that."

"Yeah." She smiles again as he opens his eyes and smiles back. "Yeah, you kinda do."

And just to prove it, she kisses him again.

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~30 days challenge~

Day 15: Saddest Death

Schizo Bird intensifies

I'm starting with any death is sad. When someone dies, we lose thousands of opportunities, even if it was the most dangerous and the evilest person. For example, if a person who has committed terrible acts dies, we will forever lose the opportunity to see how they will become better and atone for their guilt. Yes, likely, we wouldn't see it anyway, but if they're dead, that possibility disappears at all. When someone dear to us dies, we lose the opportunity to feel again the peace and happiness we experienced only next to them. Death is always the unfulfilled promises life gives us.

Therefore, every death in this anime is the saddest. I don't think someone's death can be more tragic than another one. So the question is about whose death I took to heart more than others. And my answer is — it's the Donquixotes: Homing, his wife, and Rocinante. Yes, it was clear from the beginning because you know I'm an apologist for the Donquixote family. But let me explain in more detail.

The Tragedy of Donquixote: The Last of The Family

1st Act: Mother

Madame Donquixote was a kind and loyal woman who dutifully followed her husband. The woman trusted the man she loved and expected a happy life with her family, but everything turned differently. The local citizens hunted them like medieval peasants hunted witches. She became ill because they lived in terrible conditions and then died. It's how fragile flowers fade when they're transplanted from a warm greenhouse into a wild field with salty soil, where only spiky weeds can survive.

And it's the fault of her naive husband. Homing had not sufficiently studied the world beyond the Holy Land Mary Geoise and the people living there before moving with his family. When someone's small-mindedness causes the death of their loved one, it's more than sad. It's the kind of absurd accident that is tragic.

2nd Act: Father

Homing's attempt to return his children and his wife to the Mary Geoise failed, as Celestial Dragons refused him. Realizing his guilt and the fact he's a burden to his sons, Homing decided death at the hands of his eldest son is the way out for all three of them. This act again proves Homing failed as a parent. Instead of letting his ten-year-old child kill him, he could tried to fix something, but he chose suicide.

Yes, it's suicide. Is it so difficult to fight back against a small kid, even if he has a gun? No, Homing decided to punish himself, and thus he made Doflamingo responsible for his death and Rocinante's life.

"Doflamingo, Rocinante, I'm sorry you had a father like me."

Then we turn to the third act of this tragedy.

Final: Brother

Doflamingo thought he had freed himself and his brother from the burden by killing their father. For him, it's a typical way of care, which he'll later show again (remember he killed Baby's grooms because they were inappropriate for her.) At the same time, it's revenge for the death of their mother.

So. Doflamingo eliminated the cause of their suffering and decided to return home. However, Rocinante didn't appreciate such aggressive care and ran away. We can only guess what Doflamingo thought of it. Perhaps it was a betrayal for him, so he didn't look for his brother. When you genuinely care about someone, but they reject your care, you can be hurt.

Also, Doflamingo didn't have time to do it. The severed head of his father could decay and become unrecognizable. It hasn't shown anywhere, but it's a logical explanation. Celestial Dragons should have realized he brought Homing's head, not someone else's. The little child had no formalin and no vessel to keep it intact. So Doflamingo didn't have much time.

Perhaps he assumed that after regaining the title, he would find and protect his runaway brother. However, the boy didn't achieve his purpose, and he had to go back. Most likely, after that, Doflamingo decided clumsy and timid Rocinante left without his supervision had died.

Rocinante didn't return until many years later, and Doflamingo accepted him back. It shows Doflamingo was glad that Rocinante survived. Anyway, he loved his brother. Even so clumsy and clueless, Rocinante was needed. Given the younger Donquixote was hiding his actual level of strength, Doflamingo still assigned him the title of Corazon. It's a sign of trust and attention.

Now imagine how a person feels when he realizes that his closest one lied to him. All this time, it was not his clumsy little brother he cared about, but an enemy spy who took advantage of a loophole in his heart and got inside. Doflamingo at that time wanted to rise above Celestial Dragons, and Dressrosa could be a good launching pad. Understandably, he wanted his younger brother to stand by him at the moment when he would take revenge on those who rejected them both. However, it turned out Rocinante didn't share his plans and worldview.

Doflamingo realized Rocinante was a copy of their father, a small lacquered box, locked inside another such box. Again: Homing was responsible for their mother's death and the calamities they went through. Despite Homing's guilt, Rocinante chose his side.

And Doflamingo broke this little box, eliminating the cause of his pain again. The blood family turned out to be false, and it remains for him to trust the found one.

"My brother is a monster."

The box he broke was heart-shaped.

Conclusion: a bit about weeds, flamingos, and boxes.

Doflamingo had to become the weed, which survives on any, even the most unfavorable soil. It's the same weird flower that isn't similar to other flowers of its species initially. Once in different conditions, it begins to mutate even more than before.

Flamingos feed their chicks with fluid, which is known as bird's milk. It's crimson red because it contains a pigment that turns flamingos' feathers pink. And also, it contains blood. Doflamingo is a bird that had to feed on the blood of its parent. But Homing didn't support his son well enough, so Doflamingo killed him and severed his head.

There was another heart-shaped box inside Rocinante's one: Law.

I hope it was interesting to read!

#one piece #one piece thoughts #one piece meta #donquixote doflamingo #donquixote homing #donquixote rocinante #donquixote family #schizo bird talks #30 days challenge #one piece analysis

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The Sarahs as plant mums (AHS & Ratched)

Like many people I've become an avid plant mum over the course of the pandemic (much to the chagrin of those in my life who have to hear every time one of my babies sprouts a new leaf), which got me thinking - what kind of plant mum would each of the Sarahs be?

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Billie-Dean Howard

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Billie-Dean is much more partial to flowers than she is to caring for a whole plant. She is definitely the kind of person who always has fresh flowers in her home but also takes the time to trim and rearrange the bouquet as she places it in a vase, rather than merely unceremoniously compacting the existing arrangement into a vessel. She also definitely has a secret cut flower food recipe (passed down to her by the ghost of a Victorian housekeeper whom she met while filming a special of her show at a mansion in the UK) which keeps her cut flowers looking immaculate for a full week. If her schedule permits it, her favourite thing to do on a Sunday morning is to stroll the farmers markets and choose individual types of flowers and foliage to bring home and arrange herself from scratch. She finds the process of trimming each of the stems and finding the perfect position for each individual bloom incredibly cathartic.

Her favourite flowers are bright and cheerful. She is particularly drawn to things like tulips, gerberas and lillies, but finds softer more delicate blooms like carnations frustrating and overly dramatic, she definitely appreciates a bit of tenacity in her flowers. She also has no time for strongly scented blooms, and particularly despises the way roses seem to emit a sickly sweet odor after only a few days. Billie finds scents and perfumes in general to be quite cloying and overwhelming as smell is one of the ways she is often viscerally affected when she makes contact with ghosts. She unfortunately associates most strong smells with encounters and so sweet smelling blooms hold little appeal to her, she much prefers fresh neutral scents. The one exception is lavender which she does find soothing. After a particularly taxing week it is not uncommon for her usual bright cheerful blooms to be replaced by simple posies of lavender and rosemary as she recenters herself.

Lana Winters

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Lana is undoubtedly a plant serial killer. Which is totally unsurprising since whenever she gets fixated on a new story she often forgets to feed herself, let alone feed and water her plants. That doesn't mean she doesn't appreciate them though. She loves the way little office plants bring life and vitality to her workspace, that is until they inevitably whither and die from lack of water, or from being burried under piles of paper but that doesn't stop her trying.

Eventually Lana discovers that she and succulents are well suited. It actually makes a lot of sense when she thinks about it - they're both a little prickly on the outside (but only to protect the softness underneath) and both are stubborn to a fault. Lana is particularly fond of the slightly larger cactus she keeps on her desk (which is incidentally the first plant she managed not to kill) and often finds herself talking to him to help work through the flow of her ideas or to overcome writer's block. Spike (as she creatively named him) really is a very good listener and a talented editor to boot.

Still there are times when Lana wishes she had a greener thumb and could expand her collection beyond succulents. As much as she loves Spike and his prickly friends, she really wishes they would grow just a bit quicker so she could experience that new leaf joy even just once. She completely dissuades herself of those feelings though when she returns from a week long book tour to find a weird bump on the top of Spike. Her first thought is that after all this time she's finally managed to kill him and that she really is as terrible a plant parent as she had feared. However, those fears completely dissolved the following morning when she returned to her office to find that Spike's bump had begun to open into the beginnings of a beautiful pink flower. For a minute she could only stare on disbelief, not quite comprehending what was going on however, that quickly gave way to a giddy childlike grin when she realised that she must be doing something right. That, and her little man really did look very cute with his flower top hat.

Cordelia Goode

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Cordelia doesn't just have a green thumb, she has ten green fingers. She absolutely adores plants and having living things around her, especially since the greenhouse has always been her place of peace and sanctuary. She finds it incredibly cathartic pottering around the greenhouse when she gets a few spare moments away from all her duties as supreme/headmistress/mother to a house full of girls. Most of the plants she keeps in the greenhouse are solely for practical/ medicinal purposes but she does keep a few plants in her room and office which she finds soothing. She is particularly fond of philodendrons and pothos with their easy going nature and relaxed growth pattern. She loves the way they seem to make themselves at home anywhere and every time she spots new leaves unfurling it makes her smile. She tries to make an effort to see the beauty in their imperfections and use them to remind herself that everything doesn't always have to be perfect.

Since her supremacy the plants in her personal spaces have thrived unlike anything anyone has ever seen, seemingly feeding off Cordelia's magical aura. Any time any of the plants in the greenhouse are waning she will take them to her office for a few days of rehabilitation after which they will always be positively bursting with life. It is not uncommon for her to find new additions appearing in her little infirmary if Mallory or Misty have noticed that a particular plant is in need of a little TLC.

The flip side to this is that any time Cordelia over taxes herself, while she may be an expert at schooling her features and hiding it from her girls, it will show in her plants. After too many late nights dealing with running the academy or too many days spent funneling all of her energy into everyone around her (and subsequently completely neglecting herself) the plants in her office (and room) will start to lose their vibrancy as well. The first victim is usually the heartleaf philodendron on Cordelia's office bookshelf (the first plant she allowed herself to bring into the space after ascending to the supremacy) which seems to be particularly attune to her moods, especially when it is feelings of self-doubt and inadequacy sapping her magic. Conversely it's the monstera deliciosa in the corner of her office that seems to be the first to wilt when its physical stress or exhaustion plaguing the supreme. Zoe now automatically takes stock of the plants in Cordelia's office every time she enters, knowing it's the only true indication she's likely to get that the supreme herself might be in need of some TLC.

Bette and Dot Tattler

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Bette has always been drawn to flowers, she thinks they're terribly romantic. From bouquets of flowers from gentleman callers to sweet cottage gardens behind white picket fences, teeming with blooms of assorted colours, Bette thinks flowers are a beautiful symbol of normality. She desperately wants to have a garden or even a window box that she can tend to, however that particular desire is not entirely compatible with living in a trailer.

What she does have though is a small collection of African Violets sitting on their kitchen windowsill. They were a present from Jimmy after Bette's first performance singing in the freakshow. Though she might be completely tone deaf she is fiercely determined, so after months of practice she had finally managed to learn "dream a little dream of me" enough to hold the tune (with Dot gently humming it alongside her to keep her in pitch). A few days before Bette was due to perform Jimmy had quietly pressed a note into Dot's palm after dinner asking which type of flowers Bette preferred so that he could get her a bouquet for her first performance. Dot's heart warmed at that, seeing the man that she loved so tenderly care for her sister. Later that evening she had pressed a note back in reply that Bette loved anything pink, cheerful and romantic, however she also ached for flowers the she could keep beyond the length of time a bouquet would last. So maybe a flowering plant would be better. Jimmy of course bought both, handing Bette a beautiful posie of assorted pink coloured carnations along with a terracotta pot of African Violets. Bette had thrown her arm around Jimmy's neck and squeeled with excitement at the sight of her flowers while Dot had offered him the warmest, proudest smile as she mouthed "thank you" against the backdrop of her sister's excited ramblings.

Given how long Bette had pined for flowers and how excited she had been to receive them it is unsurprising that she is a devoted plant parent. She waters her flowers once a week like clockwork, adding water to a saucer underneath the pot and letting them drink the water up through their roots just like Paul had shown her. Apparently African Violets don't like to get their leaves wet. Bette would even go as far as to take her flowers out for some sun if she felt the conditions on their windowsill weren't right at their current campsite. Her little pot of flowers really did bring her so much joy.

Dot may not have shared her sister's passion for flowers (finding them mostly to be needless and frivolous) but in the end she was the one who responsible for the expansion of her sister's flower garden. When Paul had originally shown Bette how to care for her flowers he had also mentioned that they could be propagated which had fascinated Dot. The idea you could just take a leaf and it would grow roots and become a completely new plant was amazing to her. But convincing Bette to let her try it out for herself definitely proved to be battle. Bette certainly wasn't keen on allowing her sister to chop into her precious flowers while Dot couldn't see why her sister was being so protective, the little plant certainly had plenty of leaves to spare, especially if it could give a whole new plant. Unsurprisingly the disagreement escalated to a pair of very raised voices which is what ultimately drew Jimmy into the argument. After managing to calm down both sisters Jimmy revealed to Bette that the tiny pot plant had originally been her sister's idea because she knew how much she wanted to have flowers of her own. Dot confirmed that she does know how important the flowers are to Bette and that she would never want to hurt them, she was just excited at the possibility of being to make more of them for her sister and be able to give her the windowsill full of flowers that she had always dreamed of. Bette couldn't help but relent after that. A few months later and Dot has become quite the propagation expert, to the point where their windowsill is beggining to fill up with juvenile plants as well as fresh cuttings just beginning to take root. Bette smiles every time they catch her eye, not just at the beauty of the flowers that she spent so long pining for but also for how they symbolise her sister's love for her. While they may still bicker bitterly from time to time, Bette knows that no one will ever love her as much or as fiercely as her sister does. Dot still has no real interest in the flowers themselves. She does still find propagating rewarding, especially watching her little babies start to grow and flourish. But mostly she just enjoys watching the way they make her sister smile.

Sally McKenna

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Sally is obsessed with carnivorous plants and you can't convince me otherwise. She definitely discovered them on Instagram and loves all the funny shapes and crazy colours that they come in. Sally would never be content with a plant that looks like a plant - no her plants need to look like vicious little aliens. The fact that they're natural born killers is also a nice little bonus. She loves how they subvert the natural order of things - insects should eat plants not the other way around.

When she first discovered plants online Sally got really upset that she'd never be able to go out and buy any of her own. It was Iris who mentioned that maybe she would be able to order some online - big mistake. Sally is nothing if not obsessive and her room now rivals Poison Ivy's lair with the number of plants she has crammed in there. The sheer number of babies in her collection doesn't mean that she neglects them though, no Sally is absolutely an A level obsessive plant mum - only the best for her babies. When she discovered that carnivorous plants prefer distilled water to tap water she started ordering it by the gallon, and as the best lit positions in her room started to fill up she definitely ordered grow lights so that none of her babies suffer. The grow lights also give off a slight purple glow which makes her room look like a rave which is absolutely a feature and not a bug.

Sally has also been known to go hunting for food for her babies, especially since her collection has grown and she worries there isn't enough to go around. Iris and Liz frequently find her collecting dead flies from window ledges to take back to her growing brood. She offers them to her babies with tweezers as a mother bird would to her chicks. The last time Iris had an exterminator spray the Cortez Sally accused her of trying to murder her babies with poison and absolutely ordered fruit flies online (intended for feeding pet reptiles rather than pet plants but meh) to keep her collection going until she could be absolutely sure that the offending toxins had dissipated.

It goes without saying that Sally has a separate plant Instagram account which she updates on nearly a daily basis with photos of new growth or just progress on her collection. She definitely has a great eye for plant photography and for making her babies come to life on the screen. One of her favourite things to do is film feeding videos with her largest Venus Flytrap "Fang" (who incidentally has his own Instagram account: @Fangstagram). Watching plants move so quickly will never get old to Sally and she has definitely been known to tease some of her smaller flytraps into snapping shut just for her enjoyment. She tries not tease them too much though, they are her babies after all.

Audrey Tindall

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Like Lana, Audrey is another serial plant killer, but for complete different reasons. Audrey, bless her, kills her plants with far too much kindness (and water). She so desperately wants a house full of the beautiful lush plants she sees all over Instagram so she tries her darnedest to be the best plant parent ever. Her problem is that every time she sees leaves starting to yellow or wilt she assumes it must be from lack of water (rather than the fact that their roots are already rotting from far too much).

Initially she fell into the trap of picking up plants she thought looked cute on Instagram or in the garden centre, without really knowing much about caring for them. Needless to say this didn't end well (multiple times). She thought she had cracked it when discovered the subset of house plants refered to as "hard to kill". Unfortunately, most of those plants are very resistant to neglect but not to Audrey's smothering type of plant parenting. Finally she discovered peace lillies which do actually like to have wet feet and appreciate all of her affection. She's slowly collecting other spathiphyllums in all shapes and sizes now that she's feels confident she's got the hang of them. She gets so excited every time one of them grows a new leaf or flowers - such a proud plant mum.

Now that she's growing a little more confident with at least a subset of house plants she will occasionally post photos to her Instagram. She's still pretty insecure about her plant parent abilities though and it doesn't help that she will occasionally get haters telling her she's doing it all completely wrong. She tries not to let them get to her but sometimes they really do get her down - all she wanted to do was share the joy that her plant babies bring her and she's doing her best to do right by them. After one particularly brutal bout of trolling it's actually Sally who defends her. Audrey has been following Sally's plantstagram since she first started getting interested in plants so the fact that Sally even acknowledged her kinda blows her mind. Sally tells people in no uncertain terms to back off Audrey or she will set her carnivorous babies on them. The two strike up a fast friendship after this and through Sally's guidance Audrey eventually begins to grow more confident as a plant mum. For her birthday Sally definitely sends Audrey her first baby Venus Flytrap with the absolute insistence that it be named "Audrey II".

Ally Mayfair-Richards

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Ally has never really seen the appeal of house plants nor does she have the time (or the headspace) to look after them. She does however have a fully stocked herb garden growing in window boxes in the kitchen to have everything within easy reach for cooking. She also loves the fresh clean smell of the basil and rosemary wafting through the house on the breeze if she leaves the windows open, particularly if it has rained. She may even admit that she's beginning to see the appeal of having the greenery around the place from an aesthetic standpoint as well.

Given how busy Ally is juggling being a senator, running a restaurant and being a single mum (plus whatever wink wink nudge nudge cult stuff she's up to on the side) it's not really surprising that it's Ozzie who's taken to caring for the herb garden most of the time. He's always been such an inquisitive kid and Ally loves watching the way his face lights up over simple things like flowers and new growth. Ozzie is particularly obsessed with propagation and there is always at least a handfull of his experiments on the windowsill. Whether it's an avocado seed he's trying to get to sprout or basil cuttings he's trying to root, he always has some new scheme in the works. Ally usually just smiles and ruffles his hair (so proud and glad that she has such an amazing and we'll rounded kid after everything that he's been through). As long as he leaves her enough basil to make pesto with, she's happy for him to play to his heart's content.

Wilhemina Venable

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Plants have never been of any interest to Wilhemina, she considers them to be unnecessary sources of dirt and clutter. They serve no practical purpose so she has no time for them. At least until she becomes the somewhat unwilling recipient of one. As far as office secret Santa presents go, she supposes, the lilac coloured orchid is actually quite inoffensive. However she can't shake the feeling that it must have been bought for her as some kind of challenge, that someone at Kineros is secretly watching to see how quickly she will kill it because someone like the imperious Ms Venable is obviously incapable of the kindness or tenderness necessary to keep something as beautiful and delicate as an orchid. What she doesn't know is that it was actually from Mutt, because while he is usually too coked out of his mind to show it, he is actually quite fond of her. And he knows her well enough to know that she would never accept a gift from him directly so each Christmas he rigs the office Secret Santa to get her name so he can her something (and also partly because he doesn't trust some of the interns not to get her something crude on a dare given the anonymous nature of the gift). He also knows her well enough to realise that she would appreciate the elegant beauty (and obviously the colour) of the orchid but would never cede to the frivolity of buying something like it for herself.

Despite the good intentions of the gift, Wilhemina can not fathom the idea that it was genuinely meant for her enjoyment. Obviously someone is toying with her but she will not be beaten. Wilhemina Venable may not know the first thing about orchids but she will be damned if whoever gave her the wretched thing manages to get a laugh out of it at her expense. So she learns. Mina is nothing if not fiercely independent and resourceful so she scours the internet for information on orchid care and reads everything she can find. And of course she succeeds (because anything else would be unacceptable to her).

After six months her little orchid is still alive and thriving in her office and privately she would have to admit that she has grown quite attached to it. Compared to other plants she finds it to be quite neat and tidy, and there is something elegant and refined about its arching growth habit which she finds quite beautiful. Over the course of her research she has of course come across the tremendous variety of orchids available. She of course is drawn to all of the different tones of purple blooms but also finds herself unexpectedly drawn to some of the darker, more gothic varieties. She tries to tell herself that it is merely an aesthetic appreciation, that they hold no actual allure to her, but she keeps finding herself drawn back to them. She almost buys herself one on *so many* occasions but the idea of doing something so frivolous just for her own pleasure and enjoyment is so terrifying to her that she always chickens out. Eventually she caves though, buying an indigo coloured orchid on sale at the grocery store, abruptly rushing home with it before she can change her mind again. She spends the entire rest of the day second guessing the decision but the next morning when she opens her eyes to the delicate purple blooms tenderly placed on her night stand she can't help the gentle smile it brings to her face or the warmth that settles in her chest.

After that her collection slowly grows. She still struggles with buying things for herself simply for pleasure but she is getting better, and the sick guilty feeling in the pit of her stomach seems to appear less and less each time she does it. So her collection of orchids grows, mostly including those with particularly dark blooms or interesting and unusual shapes (though there are definitely a couple of lilac and lavender coloured blooms in there as well). She also begins to expand to other dark leaved plants as well, like certain begonias and definitely a ZZ raven. Like with the orchids, all of her new acquisitions are thoroughly researched and she is determined to succeed in their care.

Mutt will sometimes catch her glance fondly at her little desk orchid as he passes her office. He is genuinely glad to have given her something that seems to bring her such contentment. If only he knew the true extent of the gift he had given her.

Mildred Ratched

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Mildred has no idea about plants of any kind. Or at least she didn't before Gwen. Her childhood certainly wasn't filled with simple pleasures like planting flowers or playing in a vegetable patch, and any indoor plants or flower arrangements were merely things she was forbidden to touch and harshly punished if she damaged. So inevitably these things inspired a far greater degree of anxiety and tension in Mildred than they did joy or contentment.

But Gwen loves gardening. She had memories as a young child of helping her father in their backyard, returning of an evening covered in mud, much to her mother's dismay. Gwen's strong nurturing nature made her a very capable gardener and she derived a great sense of contentment from it. On some level Mildred wished she could help Gwen as she pottered through their garden of a weekend but she wouldn't have a clue where to start. In fact, the nasty voice in Mildred's head whispered, she would be so much better off without you, you'll just ruin everything, you're far too useless to be of any help. So as Gwen worked Mildred would watch, pretending to pay attention to her novel but really trying to find the pattern and reason to Gwen's actions so that maybe, someday, she wouldn't be quite so useless.

Mildred did, however, enjoy accompanying Gwen to the nursery when she went to collect supplies for their garden. Mildred may not have the faintest idea what any of the plants were called or how to care for them but she did find it peaceful to walk through the rows upon rows of different shades of green. She was continually fascinated by how many different shapes, sizes and colours they seemed to come in. Sometimes Gwen would catch her staring curiously at a particular plant but Mildred would always decline when Gwen offered that they could take it home with them.

One particular Saturday in spring Gwen found Mildred tenderly righting a small yellow marigold which had been knocked over by other nursery-goers as they riffled through the display to choose the brightest and most beautiful blooms. The poor little plant was somewhat lopsided and some of its leaves were slightly crushed from where it had lain, still there were the beginnings of golden yellow petals starting to peak from within the confines of its buds. Gwen watched as Mildred delicately unkinked the worst of the damaged leaves, fingers ghosting over the flowers that had yet to bloom. This time when Gwen suggested that they take the battered little plant home with them Mildred suddenly became very interested in a thread dangling from the cuff of her blouse as she muttered "Wouldn't it be easier to just choose one that isn't crushed? One without so much damage?". Gwen gently reached out, linking her pinkie with Mildred's, cursing that anything more would have been unacceptable in public. She gently squeezed Mildred's slender finger in her own until her gaze lifted to meet Gwendolyn's. "Never" she breathed. "The flower that blooms in adversity is the most rare and beautiful of all". She felt her throat tighten and eyes begin to burn as she watched Mildred's eyes begin to glisten and that *damn* dimple on her chin begin to quiver. "I wouldn't have the faintest idea of how to look after it", Mildred's gaze dropping again to the poor bruised little plant. Gwen squeezed their intertwined fingers once more, coaxing Mildred's eyes to meet her own. "I can show you, if you'd like?" Mildred's teeth began to worry her bottom lip as she considered. "What if I can't? What if I kill it?" "Sweetheart, you won't and I'll be there with you every step of the way. We can do it together." Mildred seemed to consider this offer, turning back to gaze tenderly at their little friend, before meeting Gwen's eyes. "Ok" she murmured, "together".

After that, every time Mildred and Gwen returned to the nursery Mildred would inevitably leave with a battered looking plant that she was determined to rehabilitate. Gwen, true to her word, patiently guided Mildred through the basics of plant care and Mildred, unsurprisingly, quickly became very proficient. Her tiny, dextrous fingers, used to dealing with needles and surgical instruments, were incredibly adept at staking and repositioning bent and battered plants as she helped them to heal. Soon enough, one end of their porch became entirely dedicated to Mildred's patients, so much so that Gwen began affectionately referring to it as Mildred's ward. And in spite of her initial fears Mildred had become quite the proficient gardener, with her little rag-tag bunch of plants, all twisted and pointing in slightly odd directions, forming the most beautiful and beloved garden Gwendolyn had ever seen.

#sarah paulson #lana winters #cordelia goode #bette and dot tattler #sally mckenna #billie dean howard #audrey tindall #ally mayfair richards #wilhemina venable #ahs #mildred ratched #ratched #ryan murphy #plant mum

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ssamie · 3 years

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eleven. “get your girl!”

kozume kenma x fem dazai!reader

(bsd x hq)

tw: mentions of suicide

masterlist. suicide freak!

"was our sleepover fun, kenma-kun?" she chirped

"no. your place had suicidal traps and schemes littered all around" kenma sighed

she laughed at him as he continued to put on his shoes. kenma was forced to stay with her last night as per her request. and, of course, true to her word, they had loads of fun.

"it wasn't that bad" she pouted playfully

"there was a toaster in your bathtub, so i couldn't take a proper bath. and the only 'food' you have is a bottle of muriatic acid and candy" kenma deadpanned

"hey, i offered to feed you a full course meal!" she defended

"y-your body does not count!" kenma argued back. a faint pink hue was sploched on his cheeks as he refused to look at her.

"well whatever, let's go meet the others before we head out" she said. as the pair made their way to the agency's office, atsushi was already there along with kunikida. kenji was sleeping while ranpo was just munching on his snacks, like usual.

"good morning!" she chirped out in a la-di-da tone

"good morning, y/n-san" atsushi greeted back with a warm smile

"goomorwing" ranpo mumbled back, though it was muffled by the snacks in his mouth

"hehe, kunikida-kun~" she cooed out "were gonna head out now, kunikida-kun! we're borrowing your wallet for some pancakes on the way~"

kunikida clicked his tounge and stood up from his chair. he stomped over to her and snatched the wallet that somehow made its way into her hands. "no way in hell, you bandage-squandering-machine!" kunikida exclaimed

kenma simply stretched his arm out for her to fall onto as she dramatically screamed and stumbled back "agh!" she exclaimed as she recoiled into an unamused kenma's chest

"n-nice nickname there, kunikida-kun" she let out a strained laugh "that stung... just a little"

"tch, if you got so much time wandering around then you might as well write a report about your capture by the port mafia" kunikida said

she chuckled lowly and spun around, only to be found sporting a serious and aloof expression "atsushi-kun." she called out

"yes?" atsushi perked up, his dual-toned eyes sparkling with determination

"write the report for me." she commanded in a serious tone

"hah?" atsushi huffed out

"well then, kenma-kun and i will be going! bye-bye~" she cooed as she waved them goodbye. kenma waved at them as they stepped out of the agency's office.

"oi! you better be back here after school, brat!" kunikida shouted. though his words were faint since they were already running off.

"well then, ready for school kenma?" she cooed

"no, i just wanna relax" kenma grumbled

"wasn't last night enough relaxation, pudding?" she mused with a sly smirk

"no, it wasn't" kenma shuddered "i told you i wasn't down to have ˢᵉˣ and yet-"

"oh, look at that! isn't that chuuya~" she cut him off with a playful grin "it seems he's not alone, akutagawa-kun is looking real tall compared to him" she hummed

by now kenma was just confused, frustrated and lowkey scared. "literally what?" he muttered "akutagawa..?" kenma muttered. "wait- isn't that the port mafia guy in the news?!" he whisper shouted

"he's still coughing up his lung like its no one's business" she chuckled as she waved her hand around "that boy really needs to invest in an inhaler or something.. or maybe some water will do.." she muttered to herself

kenma chose to ignore her as he simply tugged her arm and ran away towards the station. they scurried away all while trying not to be seen by the two men. "are you crazy?! weren't those the guys that took you?" kenma whisper shouted

"i remember you mentioning an akutagawa last night" he sighed "and not to mention that chuuya guy was there too."

"they're harmless" she reassured with a smile

"they're in the port mafia." kenma deadpanned "actually, can we please discuss the fact that you're affiliated with the mafia-"

"no." she said with a smile

"anyways, we should go.. nekomata-san said something about cleaning out the gym lockers"

kenma gaped at her as she started walking further, leaving him behind. all while sporting that goofy grin, acting as if she didn't just come across two mafiosos.

"fine, whatever.."

"what happened to you yesterday , y/n-senpai?" lev asked with a small smile

"oh nothing, lev" she chuckled dismissively "i just had a psychic tell me that if i jumped into the river near the village, my death would be guaranteed." she hummed out with a nod “so i decided to try it out" she grinned

"woah!! so did it work?" lev asked back

"lev you fucking idiot" yaku sighed

kuroo watched them and laughed along, leaving lev to fend for himself as yaku kicked his back. kuroo nudged kenma with his elbow, smirking suggestively as he wiggles his brows

"what kuroo." kenma sighed "soo.. how'd it go with your lady? hm?" kuroo grinned teasingly

kenma flushed a bright pink and buried his face into the collars of his jacket, so only his eyes could be seen. "i-it was.. yeah-" he stammered

"oya oya~ what's this supposed to mean?" kuroo sneered

"it means kenma here is a real treat in be-" she was cut off as kenma slapped her with the mop "no!" kenma shrieked flusteredly "were going away now!" was the only thing he said before dragging the girl into the lockerooms

"WHAT THE HELLSNKAKAJA" the team laughed and hollered as kuroo burst out into his hyena cackle

"wow kenma! you could've killed me with that mop" she laughed "do it again!"

"KYANMA IS ALL GROWN UP NOW!" kuroo laugh-cried "KYANMAAA HOW COULD YOU?! I WAS GONNA MARRY Y/N-CHAANN" yamamoto cried out

"stop teasing him guys, he'll get mad" kai sweatdropped as he tried to ease the team down

"yeah...so how's it feel to be one-upped by your best friend, mr.chemistry nerd?" yaku sneered as he held in his laughs

kuroo immediately stopped laughing as he sent yaku an unamused glare "HAH?! SHUT UP YOU GENETIC ANOMALY!" kuroo yelled at him

completely ignoring their loud voices, kenma and y/n arrived in the lockeroom and proceeded with the cleaning "i can't believe that just happened" kenma shook his head disappointingly

she chuckled and patted his back as they started cleaning out the lockers. "aww, don't be so down kenma-kun" she cooed

"i'll help you clean the lockers if that makes you feel better" she said as she hugged him from behind

"stop hugging me" kenma hissed at her "and that doesn't make me feel better because it's your job in the first place"

"anyways, look at lev's locker!" she said with an innocent whistle as she opened the locker.

"oya oya" she mumbled "lev is truly adorable.. but kind of.. strange, per say"

"what is it?" kenma asked. she snickered and pulled out an ungodly amount of cat food packed in tupperwares.

"what the hell." kenma sweat dropped "does he eat that or something?" kenma muttered while scrunching up his face

"i'd hope not, but let's leave this here" she chuckled "any ways.. how about checking out my locker?" she suggested with a smile as she skipped over to the locker in the furthest row

"aren't you curious to see what's in my locker, kenma-kun?" she cooed tauntingly

kenma sighed but followed her anyways "sure. part of me is, part of me isn't" he said

"here we go.." she paused dramatically as she pulled on the handle "tada!" she exclaimed as she slammed it open, presenting him a noose tied to a piece of wood which was stuck at the top.

"what the hell?!" kenma shrieked

"its a y/n-style suicide corner locker!" she announced excitedly

"i thought so, but that's creepy!" kenma exclaimed "not even the lockers are suicide-free"

"why?" kenma grumbled

"well you see, it's actually very convenient" she said "tip it over once you're done, and it instantly turns into a coffin!" she giggled menicingly

kenma sighed as he eyed her locker and her awfully enthusiastic grin. "please don't try to sell it to me like some time-saving product" he said

she then huffed out a breath of air and slyly smirked as she pushed the locker close "geez, im getting bored.. aren't you, kenma?" she said with an exaggerated sigh

"you show off your locker and now you're content?!" kenma scoffed in disbelief

she grinned mischievously and skipped away "why don't we ditch this place and go have some ramen?" she proposed

"we just got here like two hours ago" kenma said "and im pretty sure nekomata-san won't let us go just like that"

"aw, cmon! come with me, kenma-kun~ i wanna eat with you~" she whined out

"fine, fine" kenma groaned "just cover for me if i end up getting scolded"

"of course!" she beamed at him. she then threw away the unused cleaning supplies, confidently striding out the door, leaving the locker room as dirty as it was before

"oya oya~ did you have fun in there?" kuroo asked teasingly

"yup!" she replied "in fact, we had so much fun that we decided to expand our dopamine-inducing activities all the way into the ramen shop downtown!"

the team sweat dropped as she started shamelessly marching off to the gym's exit, dragging along kenma, who now had his nose buried in his game

"wait, y/n-san" nekomata stopped her. she froze mid step and slowly turned back around, sending the coach a nervous smile "yes?" she asked

"before you go, we need to discuss a few things for future tournaments" nekomata said "were gonna need some new tactics, so maybe you can suggest something?" he said

"hmm, i'll do some research later on" she hummed out

"but we're gonna be playing against fukurodani and nohebi then right?" shibayama chimed in "oooh~ i've never heard of this 'nohebi' you speak of" she cooed out in amusement

"i would've guessed" kuroo said "daisho's face would be enough to kill you, it's crazy!" he chuckled

y/n's eyes glimmered as she shook kenma's shoulders excitedly "seriously?!"

"no, and that was supposed to be a bad thing" kuroo chuckled, a fond smile resting on his lips as he watched her deflate at his words

"oh, i've got it!" she piped up "i know what we should do!" she smirked up at the team, her eyes basically sparkling as she looked at them as if she held all the answers in the world.

"let's just give up and die" she exclaimed

nekoma looked at her with blank smiles, nodding along as her confident smile never leaves her lips "let's not do that" nekomata butted in "instead, we need to practice more"

"so kenma, y/n.. since you two are going out anyways, go ahead and buy the team some snacks when you return"

while nodding enthusiastically, she practically bolted out of the gym, dragging kenma along by his collar like a cat

"y/n, let go of me" kenma grumbled as he struggled to play his game

she simply ignored him and took one of his hands anyway. she intertwined their fingers while she swings their arms back and forth

"i lost" kenma sighed in defeat as he pocketed his phone he looked down at their hands and smiled, letting her swing their arms around like a child while she sings some strange 'suicide song'

"are you sure you're supposed to be wandering around after what happened to you?" kenma asked "i mean, i didn't believe you at first about the mafia thing, but obviously you weren't lying.."

she chuckled and shook her head "oh please" she sneered "what do you expect is gonna happen? you really think they'd approach me in broad daylight-"

she cut herself off as she saw chuuya and akutagawa walking towards their direction

"nevermind. they are indeed approaching me in broad daylight"

kenma didn't react much, but his hand squeezed hers tighter and he ducked his head down in a way of hiding himself. y/n glanced worriedly at him before meeting eyes with chuuya

"kenma, is running from mafiosos perhaps listed in your bucket list?" she asked playfully

"no.. why-"

"well then cross that shit off because we're gonna need to run"

"i wanna go back" kenma panted out "all this running isn't good for my teenager body" he whined

"we ran like three blocks, kenma" she laughed softly

"thats too much" he pouted

they finally arrived at their initial destination, the ramen shop which they planned to eat at. "im so tired" kenma muttered as he rested his head on the table. while, across from him, y/n was sat, playing with the ends of his faux blond hair while she waits for their food to arrive

"ma'am, sir, here's your food!" the waitress announced as she stands before them, holding a tray of two ramens

"thank you, belladonna~" y/n cooed at her, making the girl giggle

"damn. didn't know girls like her were your type" kenma commented as he loudly slurps at his noodles. he narrowed his eyes at her, grumbling to himself while y/n unbotherdly eats her food

"well, i like all women kenma-kun" she said "but she, especially, looked like someone to agree on a double suicide"

"what about men." he asked

"it depends" she shrugged "for example, you would probably never say yes to a double suicide proposal.."

"but i bear with it because you're cute <3"

"oh okay."

a wave of comfortable silence washed over them as they continued eating, with y/n blurting out jokes here and then

"kenma-kun.." she suddenly piped up, her tone was guarded, almost as if she was on edge "yes..?" kenma answered back hesitantly

"it seems there's something inevitable in my agenda" she sighed

"huh? what is it?" kenma asked worriedly

she then stood up and smiled sheepishly at him "i gotta go to the bathroom!" she exclaimed. kenma deadpanned, though he sighed in relief as he watched her make her way to the comfort room

just as he was about to pull out his phone, somebody had cleared their throat. well, it was more like coughing for half a minute straight, but let's not get into that.

"so it's you." akutagawa muttered in a low tone

"um.. can i help you.." kenma muttered back nervously

he gulped as he fiddled with his twitching hands. it was no mistaking that the man dressed in all black was akutagawa himself. he's made quite a name for himself after appearing in quite a few news articles and headlines.

"i don't get what y/n-san sees in you" akutagawa scoffed

kenma furrowed his brows but didn't say anything back. his glare alone was enough to leave him shaking in displeasure and anxiety. kenma could feel akutagawa's hatred, anger, and jealousy practically eating at him.

"tch. first that wretched tiger, and now you. as far as my respect goes for her, this is just sad." akutagawa said with a scowl "her standards in subordinates and companions have gone down the drain." akutagawa sighed

kenma took in a breath of air and opened his mouth to speak. "um.. are you-"

"dont speak to me, you pest" akutagawa snarled at him "your existence is not only a disgrace to society, but your presence around me is displeasing and disgusts me to the core."

kenma didn't speak after that. why would he? this actual criminal just called him a pest and a disgrace, after all.

in all honesty, all kenma could think about was:

'what is with that vocabulary?'

"oh my, couldn't you tell this was the ladies bathroom?" she chuckled as she made eye contact with chuuya through the mirror "or were you too short to see the sign?" she teased

chuuya scoffed and locked the bathroom doors, making sure no one was inside and that no one could enter.

"what do you want, chuuya?" she asked, her bubbly smile dropping as she leaned back against the sink

"isn't it obvious?" chuuya replied

"no not really" she shrugged, laughing under her breath as she eyes him suggestively "is it because you wanna make out? go for a quickie? or-"

"SHUT UP! as if i'd wanna do that with you!" chuuya yelled at her

"oh please, you act as if i'd want to as well" she scoffed "the only thing i actually like about you is maybe your taste in shoes" she hummed

chuuya blinked dumbfoundedly at her words, as he looked down to inspect his shoes. "you think?" he muttered quietly

"just kidding, ofcourse" she sneered

"you-!" chuuya yelled in aggravation as he went in to kick her head, but sadly missed as she ducked down

"give it up" she sighed "just tell me what you want and let's leave each other be" she said

chuuya clicked his tongue and pulled out a back envelope sealed with wax. "boss wants to give you this." he said, handing her the envelope "said something about claiming back your place as executive"

she smiled in amusement as she inspected the paper. "is that so.." she trailed off. she turned around to turn the tap on, letting the water run as she placed the envelope under it, letting it soak and slowly break away.

"well, tell mori-san that i appreciate the welcoming invitation, but i'd have to say no" she said

chuuya's eye twitched at her answer, feeling himself feel dissatisfied and angered. "tch, what the hell, asshole?" chuuya exclaimed as he grabbed her by the collar of her nekoma uniform

"oya? is something wrong, chuuya?" she asked calmly

"why won't you come back?! you're gonna waste your damn life rotting away in that agency!" he exclaimed with gritted teeth "you'll have everything back in the mafia! why won't you come back!"

"we can be partners again!"

she didn't answer, but simply stood still, letting him crumple her shirt in his balled fists as he let out ragged breaths. the sound of the still running water filled the air.

"chuuya.."

she sighed and pried his hands off of her, turning around to turn off the faucet before facing him once again. "i joined the agency in accordance to a dear friend's advice." she said "i was told i'd find a my reason to keep living, and more so the path to clear my mind of evil and good."

"being with you again would most definitely be wonderful"

chuuya looked up at her, his throat drying up as he watched her take off a small golden star pin from her school tie. he didn't stop her as she started placing it on his coat. nor did he stop her when she placed a small kiss on the back of his hand.

"but maybe in another life, we could be partners once more" she chuckled

"that pin suits you" she said "it matches with your hair. keep it on, alright?"

it was all she said before walking off, opening the door and closing it behind her, leaving him alone with the faint sounds of dripping water. chuuya looked in the mirror, fiddling with the pin with his hands.

"tch. another life, my ass" he scowled, wiping off the tears that brimmed his eyes

"why the hell do i have to wait that long?"

as she stepped out of the comfort room, she walked back to the table she and kenma were sitting at, only to find him literally itching to run off. as kenma made eye contact with her, he immediately grabbed her arm and pulled her out the door

"woah woah! calm your horses, pudding" she chuckled "what's wrong?"

"what's wrong is the fact that akutagawa came up to me and literally started degrading and insulting me???" he exclaimed

"what?" she asked with furrowed brows

"he was badmouthing me with really deep words and insults! like, i didn't even know what some of the words meant.." kenma grumbled "im so glad he left after like five minutes"

"also, what took you so long?" kenma asked her "i got caught up in a conversation with an old friend, that's all" she answered nonchalantly

"right.." kenma nodded, though he wasn't convinced. he took notice of her crinkled shirt and collar, as well as the lone pin that she always wears, which was now missing.

"y/n? can we just go back please?" kenma pleaded

"of course, kenma" she said with a smile "im sorry you had to deal with akutagawa-kun"

"its fine.. i just wanna go back" he said in a dismissive tone

the walk back to nekoma was quiet. they had stopped by a nearby gas station for some snacks to give to the boys, but other than that, no one really talked.

"im gonna ask kuroo something" kenma said before he walked off

she simply nodded with a raised brow as she watched the pudding head march up to his best friend

"y/n-senpai!" inouka called for her. shaking her head, she disregarded kenma and rushed over to the first years.

"kuroo, i need advice." kenma blurted out "oya oya? what kind of advice?" kuroo asked back

"the y/n kind" kenma groaned

"we went out to eat but at some point she went to the bathroom.." kenma started

"i asked her why she took so long, and she told me she talked to a friend. but im pretty sure it's that chuuya person"

kuroo crossed his arms as he looked at his friend questioningly "what makes you say that?" he asked

"we ran into him for a quick moment, then i saw the guy with him at the ramen shop" kenma answered vaguely

"well.. i dunno much about what happened but.." kuroo trailed off "i think theres really only one thing you could do" the bedhead captain said

"and that is?"

"confess your feelings, duh!" kuroo whisper shouted

"i-i don't have feelings for her!" kenma whisper shouted back

"you did not just say that, oh my fucking god" kuroo groaned out in aggravation "you're literally asking me for love advice because you got jealous over an old acquaintance of hers" kuroo deadpanned

"i never said i was jealous.." kenma muttered sheepishly "you don't need to say it, i could already tell" kuroo laughed at him "but seriously, kenma.." kuroo mused, a huge grin creeping up onto his lips as he slapped his hand on kenma's back

"go get your girl!"

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nightsjourney-into-thedreamscape · 3 years

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About my Universe.

The world has changed since the fall of Wiseman. The night dimension returns to it's natural balance between dreams and nightmares. Both have no mass reign of power between them and will clash for right over the dreamer. Nightopia ------------- Nightopia has entered it's golden age of dreams. 12 doors appear in the center of the gateway between the world of dreams and the waking world. Time has began to flow and so does the voices that call out from chips. The doors 12 doors stand before you at the gate. Which door is yours? Which lucid dreamer is behind door color PINK? find out! Nightopians -------- Nightopians finally can flourish once more. The link gauge will keep these buddies from just going extinct. The link gauge is a new fangled machine expresso made It takes chips and flies about to drop them onto nightopians. The presure from wiseman has lifted stress off their life span... yet still hunted for fun. A healthy nightgarden is a happy dream. Owlets --------- - Owl: tutorial on history, dad jokes, retired, sleepy - Latte : knows about creatures. Wants you to find octopaw, Timtams, Dreambies, Blisfulies, Cloudogies, -Frappe: Loves beautiful works of nature will probably scribble it all down. -Macchiato : Documents nightmaren behavior... will help you if you get stuck. -Cappuccino : Collects dream drops, chips, and will keep them on them for storage. -Expresso: Shop keeper of your dreams. you want to will a hat into existence? what about play food, want your outfits from the past back? got it. Christmas, Halloween, valentines day? mmmhmm he's got everything for chips. he's friends with a very special someone who needs chips. Visitors and voices ------- Chips are the voices of dreamers who can only barely reach the night dimension they often chip in their opinions, questions, concepts. (Small questions, thoughts, compliments. ) Sometimes people can fade into the dimension. for very short periods of time. Everyone wants to meet them however dream dimentioners should be patient not to jump on the visitors. (Character interaction (you), Anons being silly) NiGHTS ----------- Playful creature of this dimension with a curious past... Wants to have fun and show you a good time. Desires to befriend you and see your dreams. "Wait a minute but isn't there 15 doors in th-"Lots to explore, secrets, Easter eggs and more. (shenanigan's with other universe characters just for funsies) Has a lot to think about when they're alone... Many burnt bridges. Victories and old friends. Nightmare ----------- A twisted land of fear and the unknown. Bursting with what remaining power Wiseman once absorbed for himself. Fabric and gold and jewels containing his evil essence is still scattered across nightmare ready to strengthen those with it's overwhelming power. Reala -------- Ruler of nightmare. The formal loyal second hand mare of wiseman. Has taken the reins to keep nightmare from collapsing. He needs all the mares he has to upkeep everything, In quest of rebuilding the fallen plains. He needs your ideya willingly or forcefully. He's seen plenty of marens fall to the hands of wiseman. If only his old master knew the fate of Nightmare that he left them in. Wants revenge on NiGHTS. Who knows if they'll ever see eye to eye again on things... First level nightmaren -------------------------- Jackle -------- Proud, loud, and ready to read off your fate. Now is Realas second hand nightmaren. With Realas blessing he's now 100% first level nightmaren after they collected some of wisemans residual power. He's back in buisness to cause the most obscure fear endusing dreams. Bomamba ------------- After searching the depths of nightmare. She was found insane and starving. ... You know what ever happened to her cats....? Skinny bo peep... has lost her kitties... you know at least they're still in her... ...Heart? Donbalon (Wip of new name after re-drawn) ----------- Once as curvy as puffy... now he's just torn up... she tried to sew him back together again... but the look in his eyes now is way scarier than he ever

was. I guess you could say Wiseman still has his nose.... Second level nightmarens ------------------------------ Puffy: Setting up the show behind the scenes. Claws: Beefing with Cerberus. Gotta keep those pups in check. Gilwing: wants to see you again. Gulpo: Hungry and ready for round 2. Girania: Inside sparkles like jewels... but now it's reinforced their stomach. Chamelan: Has learned a few new games. wishes he was as cool as Jackle. Queen bella: Wants to fight on a not lava covered battlefield... watch those fangs. Cerberus: Feed often. Keep nightmaren limbs away from these pups who could make nightmare extinct. Third level Nightmarens ---------------------------- Nice little nightmare. don't you bite. DON'T ALSO EAT THE NIGHTOPIANS. Pesky. carefree nightmares. They are not strong. Easily overcome by simple happy thoughts. Fun to take care of. if you want to let them bite you for food... if not nightopians work just fine... ((I always thought you could keep them alive by them attacking you..))

Selph ------- Being of uneventful nights. Where they came from is.... unknown? Or is it...? Collector of chips. obsessed with visitors... most of the time they're with you... sometimes. they'll let you visit NiGHTS. Maybe Reala. Depends on how lucid you are. They eat the stress from your normal day away. "I am the one who has you most of the dreamtime..." "When we are together there is no memory greater." "Even when you forget me... I'll be here in the clouds of sleep. " "I can only fight off awakers for so long... Perhaps they are fond of you as well." "In-between dream and nightmare, I will always hold you dear."

((... this was before I learned clicking jpg instead of png will murder any drawings quality)) Mepians ---------- Not quite a nightopian... not quite a nightmaren... They're unloved and look to you for knowledge and love. They're fond of their hero too. Awakers ---------- Little blobs that take you back your world. They're harmless. Sometimes visitors have problems with being beloved by too many awakers... They don't like NiGHTS, Reala, Or Selph. Mostly because they take them away ... so they gather in numbers... They just want to see you home safely though... but NiGHTS has a problem with them giving too much attention to certain visitors... it's just not normal for them to wake up so much. Illuvsions ----------- Have you ever had a weird dream about a crush? someone you're just intrested in... Or just even strange romantic feelings about a creature or a thing. It's probably a Illuvsion. They take forms of ones you love are sustained by your feelings. These neutral creatures appear in dreams and you could be happy with them... but finding them in a nightmare... cause major affects on ones psyche.

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