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justatinybunwriting · 1 year

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Cozy

Art and story inspired by this prompt list!

Bo and Jac are spending a quiet evening relaxing the time away in the former's house. Before this scene above took place however, the smaller human was rattled- unusually for her- though thankfully, Bo was able find a solution to help his sister calm down.

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Jac watched the fire grow as the chopped up timber was set ablaze. She was awe stricken by how massive it had gotten in such a short time, though her sense of wonder grew to a sliver of uncertainty as the light of the flame began to cloud her thoughts. It was just the right fit for a fireplace in a giant household, but for the perspective of a human like Jac, there was enough of an inferno to completely engulf the likes of a building more scaled to her size.

"There, that should do it." Bo said as he tossed the last of the firewood that was needed. "That'll certainly keep us comfortable for the evening... You all right?"

Jac was at a safe distance on top of Bo's single seated couch. The furniture was facing the fireplace, so Jac couldn't help but stare at the flames as she gripped her nails into the fabric. As he made his way over to his chair, Bo could instantly tell that something was off. For Jac seemed to be in a trance like state, gazing without blinking but a few times that minute at the caged flame. It took the waving of the giant's hand right in front of her face to get her to finally snap out of it.

"Hello~? Earth to Jac? Can you read me!"

Jac literally shook her head, her hair whipping side to side.

"Were you daydreaming again?" Asked Bo.

"S...sorta? I guess?"

Jac took a deep breath and explained what she was seeing from her own point of view. Her words steadily opened the Bunyan giant's eyes.

"Oh. I'm... sorry if this is scaring you."

"Wha? Nononono it's not anyone's fault. It just.. feels weird I guess."

"Well after hearing that, I don't blame you. But doncha worry about a thing. That fire's not going anywhere past that point, so you'll be safe without a doubt."

"Yeah, I guess that should be obvious."

Bo could tell that his adopted sister was still wary, which was far from par for her. Without a second thought, he was on the move. The older brother stepped into the kitchen for just a moment to whip up some instant cocoa. As the microwave heated their drinks, he pulled out a couple of cookies to add as toppings. Right before he heard the ping, he pulled out the tiniest miniature glass he could find in the cabinet. Slowly and as gingerly as he could, he poured the hot brew of chocolate and cream into the tiny cup. He then shaved a little bit of the vanilla crumbles into her drink- not as fancy as he would have liked but it would have to do.

In a few short minutes, Bo was back with the drinks at hand, taking extra measures to stabilize his sister's helping.

"There you go sweet pea. Sorry, I tried to add your cookie in just the right amount but it broke."

"Well, I guess that's just how the cookie crumbles."

That got a chuckle out of the Bunyan giant. Jac then looked at the mug with a big smile on her face.

"But yeah, it's the thought that counts."

Bo sat down on his couch and brought Jac over to his chest. The human then proceeded to walk over to the crook of his arm where she settled down. As soon as she took the first sip, Jac perked right up- the sugar gave her a much needed boost. It was just the right amount- not enough to be overbearing as was the case when she consumed most other giant confections. Bo really knew how to make it work.

The two drank in silence as they took their time to soak in the warmth of their brew. After Bo was about half way done, he finally spoke.

"I used to be terrified of fires as a kid. Especially after what happened to my mom."

"Yeah.." Jac replied quietly, "I can imagine."

"But, I got over it. And now I volunteer to help stop small fires in the human district if there is ever a need. So what I'm saying is, if I can get over it so can you. Cause you're the bravest, most toughest person I know."

"I'm not as strong as you. C'mon!" Jac laughed.

"Not physically, of course! But you know what I mean. It'll take time, so don't feel bad about it. For now, you've got me to keep you safe."

"Since you fight these things sometimes, I guess I don't have to worry."

"Mmmhm!"

Jac asked Bo to set the cup aside as she began to nestle deeper into the folds of her brother's shirt. She was a lot more relaxed now that she was literally on top of her big brother, and she could finally bask under the warmth and the soft glow of the very thing she had gotten so worked up over just minutes before.

The two continued to relax for the rest of the lazy evening in that very spot. It wasn't long before Jac had drifted to a sound slumber.

#sfw giant #oc: jac #oc: bo #jac in the beanstalk society #short story #bun does art #bun does writing

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just-a-tiny-bun · 6 months

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Promptober day 24: Glimpse

Promptober day 25: Mystery

Promptober day 26: Shade

They say that evil spirits are restless in these woods. They stalk travelers in the night, waiting for the right opportunity to drain the very life essence from their bodies. Such tales must have a rational explanation- right? Yet when these campers came to investigate these so-called haunted lands, they catch a glimpse of strange fairy-like lights that disappear in the blink of an eye... as well as feel a much more sinister presence that follow their every move. Could they be connected?

This time I decided to pull from a old AU where Jac and Richard are ghost-like fairies that live deep inside a monstrous forest. Those unlucky enough to venture too deep into their territory will be met with a barrage of illusions that are meant to scare off intruders. For if humans linger too long, these very woods will likely claim them for itself.

You can read the old story that this is a follow up to here

#fairy art #fairy #halloween art #gt #giant tiny #size difference #sfw g/t #gt art #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: aiden #oc: jillian #art prompts #bun does art #promptober 2023 #originally wanted to make glimpse into a writing one shot but ultimately didn't have time for it #maybe I'll revisit this concept in the future #we'll see

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ambrosialsyrup · 11 months

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To Pause

Warning(s): Gender-neutral reader, OOC?, Not proof-read, self-deprecation, suicidal thoughts, thoughts of self-harm. Angst? to fluff. It’s Swallow Bun.

Fandom: The Tale of Food

Summary: Swallow Bun longed for death but now…he wishes to pause for but for a moment and stay by your side. Until the day he can not reach you.

Notes: This man needs a break. And therapy. Preferably both.

Swallow Bun believes you’re wasting your time.

You have plenty of other spirits who’d love to spend time with you. Who’d happily smile and laugh alongside you while playing a game or during a simple conversation. The options given to you were endless..so why do you continue to be with him? To choose him to be the one you spend your time with? He could not offer you a smile or be able to enjoy any games with you without his wings getting in the way. Why…why Master do you look at him so lovingly?

Are you perhaps afraid he’d leave one day?

It’s only natural you’d be. With his wish to part from this world like the autumn leaves to a tree, it’s no wonder you’d be worried enough about him. About his departure. About his death.

Regrettably, Swallow feels like it’s going to take a long time for that day to come. The day when everyone forgets about the dish and the tragedy from which he was born from. Like his wings, it kept him to this world a little longer. Ah…everything would be so much easier, so much less sorrowful if he could just chop them off. They do nothing but bring him attention he doesn’t desire, giving him more time to stay in the world he’s trying to return to.

But..if there’s one thing his wings do right…it’d be giving you joy. Swallow wasn’t sure why you liked his wings so much or why you enjoyed touching them. To him, they were only a burden he was stuck with until his eventual demise. To you, they were a wonder and something you always tried to make easier on him. He doesn’t understand it at all. He doesn’t understand you at all.

And so he decided to finally ask you the question at the hiding spot only he and you knew about. The question that had been on his mind ever since he first met you. Ever since you convinced him to wait for Yizhi’s return to find a way for his wish to be fulfilled.

“Master…why do you care for me? There’s no reason for you too..”

Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked that if the way your eyes widened were any indication. But then you surprised him with what you did next. Hugging him before telling him words he had never heard directed towards him before. It was always monster or a spring god he was not, never such passionate words with such a gentle but determined eyes.

“I love you! That’s why I want you to be happy! To smile!”

You really are full of surprises Master, just like life. Unlike life however…you never made him feel exhausted or pained. Like his existence was necessary in your eyes. To you, he was the one you love. He could feel it now, the red spreading across his face as he covered his face with his hands, hiding himself and you within the embrace of his wings as he closed them around you.

He wasn’t sure how to answer your confession, a very bold confession at that. And now that you were this close to him…Ah..Master, what should he do now? But…as he lowers his hands from his face looking at your eyes, the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but lift up slightly. Unnoticeable to many but an old friend and you.

Leaning his head down and placing it on your shoulder, he nodded. A silent acceptance of your bold confession as he slowly wrapped his shaking arms around your waist. Death may not wait for anyone but if..it was possible, he’d like to pause it for just a second..so he could enjoy this moment of peace with you.

#tale of food #the tale of food #tale of food x reader #the tale of food x reader #Swallow Bun #Swallow Bun x reader #I’m gonna wait until a certified therapist gets added into the game #No the Young Master doesn’t count #how does he sleep though #does he like cocoon himself?#~syrup writes

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artisticbunny · 5 months

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I wrote a thing for a writing contest minigame for the DCASS discord!!!

It's just a silly little thing and it's not super long but I thought I'd share on here now that the voting is over :3

One shot under cut!!! :D

You were making cookies. It was a winter holiday staple, so of course you absolutely had to.

Your house was quiet, save for the music playing from your phone in the other room and your own quiet singing along with it.

You lived alone, and had been for a while. You'd occasionally see your friends and family, but they all lived pretty far away.

Not to mention your tendency to self-isolate.

Despite this, you were pretty lonely. The baking was helping to distract you, though, so that's what you decided to focus on.

That's how it started, anyway.

You made all sorts of cookies- chocolate chip, peanut butter blossoms, snickerdoodles… and gingerbread.

You'd just started decorating them when you got a call on the cellphone from the room over.

You'd only left the kitchen for a second. What could've possibly gone wrong?

A lot, apparently.

The two gingerbread cookies you just finished were missing from the plate you just put them on. There were a few crumbs on the table next to it, but other than that, they'd vanished without a trace.

Confused, you look around the kitchen.

You didn't have any pets that would be able to steal food from the counter… Did you eat them absent-mindedly?

You didn't have the lingering taste of gingerbread or icing on your tongue.

Where could they have gone?

The only two gingerbread men you cut out have suddenly disappeared, leaving you only little trees, stars, snowflakes, and candy canes.

Honestly, you were quite upset.

You were really proud of how those came out, and you at least wanted a picture of them before anything happened to them.

You made them celestial themed, something you naturally found yourself drawn to. You thought it would be cute to have them be opposites. One themed after the sun, and one themed after the moon.

You used some leftover candy corn from Halloween as little sun rays, and made a little blue Santa hat for the moon themed one with icing and tiny marshmallows like the ones you could find in hot chocolate packets. It looked far too plain without it.

Not that it really mattered now, you thought.

You sighed.

They were so cute, you really wished you could have gotten that picture.

You picked up your red piping bag and started finishing the candy cane cookie you started before you got that call.

You started slowly laying down the outline of the next red stripe. Slow and steady for a smooth line.

Until you were startled by a spoon falling off the table behind you.

The red icing bled a little too far into the white, ruining the effect of a swirling red pattern around the cookie and leaving behind an ugly splotch.

“Man-”

As you went to pick up the spoon you caught a glimpse of something orange dart behind one of the containers you had out.

What was that?

You peeked behind the Tupperware only to find your two gingerbread men.

Standing.

Staring back at you.

It felt like your brain short circuited. You could not come up with any response, not to mention a coherent one.

What. Was going on.

The moon themed one stepped forward in front of the other protectively.

It held a brave face, but you could tell it was trembling.

“Where are we? What do you want with us?”

It could speak!?

“..I- you… you're in my house… you're a cookie.” You stated, a little unsure if this was reality.

It looked down at itself and back up to you.

“...A cookie?”

“They're… you're a sweet food that people eat-”

Both of their little frosting eyes widened at that.

“You're gonna eat us!?” Screeched the sun-themed one.

“What!? No! I mean not now,” you ran your fingers through your hair, “I didn't know you were alive.”

Were the other cookies alive? How many lives did you start and end just because you were craving a sweet treat?

The cookies shared a glance between each other.

You sigh,

“Ok. Come here.” You stick your hand out for them.

“I won't hurt you, I promise.”

It took a second for either of them to move at first, but the sun one took a tentative step forward.

“If you aren't going to eat us… then what are you going to do with us?”

“Probably try to figure out how this happened so I don't accidentally do this again, but other than that, I have no clue.”

It (he?) hesitated before stepping lightly onto your palm. He was still a little warm from the oven.

“Are you going to get rid of us?” He asked as you lifted your hand from the table, setting the other near the moon one. He shied away slightly with a growl.

“I… don't know. I don't really know anything about what's going on or why or how you're alive or how to keep you that way. Like… do you eat? Will you get stale? Can you get sick?”

You thought for a second.

“I… might like it if you two stayed, though. And I don't know what would happen to you if I kicked you out.” You grimaced at the thought.

“Why do you even care what happens to us? You literally were going to eat us before.” The moon one remarked snarkily.

“I literally did not know you were alive or even could be alive before. Besides… it might be nice to have someone else around the house.”

He glared at you suspiciously as the sun one leaned forward in interest.

“You'd let us stay?”

“...I might… but we have to figure this thing out together. You guys gotta tell me what you need when you need it. I don't want you hiding something from me and getting hurt over it, alright?”

The sun one turned to the moon one, who stared back for a moment before relenting.

“Fine. But try anything funny and you won't like what happens next.”

“Deal.” You smiled.

You turned back to your piles of other, probably non-sapient cookies.

Would it be rude or insulting to eat these now? Would it even be morally correct?

“So like… what am I supposed to do with all of these?”

#bun did a write #bun rambles #theyre cookies!!!#fnaf sun #fnaf moon #does this count as a fanfic? probably?#im gonna say yes #fanfic #sorry if this is weird lol #enjoy i guess? qwq #fnaf sun and moon

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weirdfishy · 1 year

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the bucket job when alexadra and sophie are walking side by side, it sort of struck me as telling of their positions. idk if it was intentional but the way that theyʻre composing themselves is so different--

alexandra is throwing her body around a bit more- hips jut out a tad further to be entirely due to walking in heels, the way the dress bares her shoulders draws attention to the fact that sheʻs moving them with purpose, her legs come a little quicker and farther out --- and yeah reading body language as a tell-all is shit and ableist irl but these are actors and theyʻre playing a part so bear w me -- itʻs like sheʻs strutting like someone who is desperate to get somewhere but has to act cool about it and is failing. itʻs as if she has to inject herself with pride and confidence (sophie deveraux has quite the reputation). like alexandra is postulating, almost a marionette holding up its own strings in the face of a closed pair of scissors.

also, her clutch is also-ha-clutched in her hand the whole time, tight and stiff. + her still business-black symmetrical dress of an unforgiving yet flattering material & short, practical stilettos with the slightly widened base? itʻs almost exactly what we usually see on her - all black & not a single thing out of place- no jewelry sans earrings too, even for a social event. always business and never pleasure.

against sophie, who walks with a comfortable grace, her strides coming at a slightly more languid pace- sheʻs at ease here (arguably, she always is, at a party) and if sheʻs apprehensive at meeting with this woman-- well, you wouldnʻt catch sophie devereaux doing something like giving her true feelings away During A Con, now would you? (and then we donʻt really get her thoughts on alexandra this ep & i donʻt think we really do for the rest of the season...)

sophieʻs clutch, on the other hand, she waves hers around like an extension of herself, speaking with it and keeping it loose in her grip. (sophie is an actor, she uses the props she has on hand, always making it all seem intentional). + the soft material, muted green, asymmetrical dress sheʻs got on, with a fun and complimenting pale gold heels and clutch. we all know sophie is fashionable and loves dressing up (grifter/actress). sophieʻs business mixes with her pleasure.

thereʻs prob even more in the dialogue -- "you think iʻm scared of you" - "or youʻre jealous" sophie is almost flippant with it, as if she couldnʻt care less &

"i donʻt negotiate with amateurs" like theyʻre both used to the world theyʻre in, but sophie is quite a bit more comfortable where she is

ANYWAY though, obviously, since alexandra is a new character, iʻm making a lot more shot-in-the-twilight assumptions, and this dichotomy iʻm taking in could be the show leaning into the fact that sophieʻs been a character we know and love and alexandra is the complete opposite. idk their opposing walks just struck me an hour ago and spurred me to peer a lil closer

#+ body language is such A Thing to use when writing descriptions of a character to gain deeper understanding w/o being boringly blunt #i avoided talking abt their hair up there bc itʻs slight but- uptight bun always alexandra & loose hair always sophie #also maybe thinking about how when #alexandra is in the interrogation room with eliot she looks a lot more...smooth? more put together and relaxed (she goes through most of #those scenes with as graceful a casual-one-elbow-leaned-on-the-back-of-my-chair can get for a powerful woman restricted by image can get).#then when sheʻs with sophie she seems less so. she knows she doesnʻt have all the power with sophie devereaux. hell sheʻs only walked away #from eliot when leaving him w four guys to beat up + eliot doesnʻt much engage unless he knows the other wonʻt just walk away & she has him #tied to a chair (not that he couldnʻt get out of it but she was In Control then) when sheʻs so relaxed #leverage redemption #alexandra bligh #sophie devereaux #leverage #the bucket job #does this count as #leverage redemption meta

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becauseplot · 9 months

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thinkin abt attempting a qphilza + qmissa qpr/nonconforming relationship fic. the idea has been living in my head rent free since like early june and ive never worked up the courage to write it bc mcyt fandom's relationship with qpr is,,,yeah,,,and a lot of the lore will be """outdated""" and i risk messing up their dynamic bc missa hasn't been on the server for a while (understandable) and im not that familiar with qmissa in general because language barrier (im trying i swear) and i LOATHE getting characters wrong but. what if. i did anyway. would ppl enjoy it.

#vent #<-kinda??#look idk how much things have change but i learned abt qpr through bun's drm-smp-era em-duo fics (which i LOVE) and. well.#people kinda went apeshit on them for just trying to write a story #and i kno the reasons why ppl freaked out (i dont agree w them) but still it sometimes makes me hesitant to write qpr w intention to post i #i have faith that q-smp fans will be a bit more chill abt it bc of the loving community everyone's worked so hard to foster #but uh. yeah. fandom do what fandom does. i haven't forgotten.#(smp/duo names written weirdly to avoid this post being scooped up by main tags)#(i fear being perceived)

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justatinybunwriting · 7 months

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Playing With Fire 4

Finally after a long hiatus part 4 is finally here! Here we get a glimpse of Aiden in his true Wile giant form. Again, I pulled from a prompt list that @lorichu and @gtypewriter made, and this time I covered the final theme- suppress.

Previous chapter is here

(CW for blood, death and other dark themes. Viewer discretion is advised)

Aiden dreamed and daydreamed of the limitless possibilities that the gift of flight would bring him. From zipping past rainbows to frolicking in the mesosphere, all while sampling the morning dew from a myriad of clouds. The sheer wonder of taking to the sky as seamlessly as one could breathe, to feel the freedom of traveling across the vast seas and beyond without stop. These bounds of whimsy accompanied Aiden in nearly every waking hour, which had helped to dwindle his perpetual unease to a mere faction by week's end.

More than anything, his excitement for all the extravagant new ways he can perform on stage showed no signs of stopping. A death defying showcase of wireless acrobatics high above the audience's heads, complete with fiery beams that whipped around the magician as he spins. His wide eyed attendees would gasp and holler, before an eruption of cheers would follow upon his climactic dive towards the stage. This scene would play on repeat in his mind, which was followed by a childlike giddiness which had nearly always lead to the perplex gazes of those around him. The fact that this would all be reality by ritual's end seemed too marvelous to be true. Indeed, Aiden's life as he knew it would cease, but the one that would take it's place will outshine it in extraordinary ways. And that in of itself gave him enough of a push to drive away his initial fears and accept Rikuo's invitation with a strident shout.

As the light of the full moon shined brightly against the treetops, the forest was bustling with activity as the entirety of Rikuo's flock went tooth and nail to perform in their last minute rehearsals. With elegance and grace, the four lieutenants waved their leaf fans in a elaborate dance, all while a series of incantations flowed out of their lips. The alpha oversaw his men's movements down to the last detail, as he gently pushed them to perform at their utmost or at least as far as he saw fit. Despite this his smile never wavered as he joined his comrades in song.

Jac meanwhile stood in front of the mouth of one of the caverns as she awaited the guest of honor to step into view. The normally adamant and stoutly witch was pacing across the room with an unsteady rhythm. Something was beginning to hover over her like a dark cloud- she understood not what was elevating her heart beats slightly in this way, nor was she able to shake off this sudden sensation. Only when she heard her friend's voice that these numbing jitters began to settle down.

"Well? How do I look?"

Aiden emerged from the shadows dressed in a white, robed garment, complete with a small, black hat that rested atop his still unkempt hair.

Jac held a hand to her mouth briefly. "You look like a bonefide Wile, at least when they appear human. Though I guess they gave you fancier clothes?"

"Fitting I suppose." Aiden sighed. "Though I'll admit it's a bit stuffy."

"It's proper etiquette I guess. Though I think..." Jac said as she folded her arms, "your outfit should be the least of your concerns right now. Do you... think you'll be ok?"

"...I have to be. I'll just have to get out there and treat it like I'll be performing on a grand stage! Yeah!... After I take a few deep breaths I should be fine. Never failed me before, heheh."

Up to this point the magician's unwavering interest took precedent above all else, but minutes before the big event cracks had begun to form in his facade. He quickly noticed the change in Jac's demeanor as well, for she lacked the booming energy she normally had in the face of the unknown.

"I guess I should be asking the same of you." Aiden said. "How are you holding up?"

"Me? Uh... Now that you mention it..."

Jac was hesitant to continue, for she was concerned that this would bring unnecessary stress to their already high nerves. Now was not the time, she thought.

"Never mind. It's probably all in my head..."

Aiden raised a brow. "Are you sure? I know that sometimes witches and wizards can feel things in the air. It causes their hair to stand in parts."

He lifted a finger and pointed it to her arm without contact. Sure enough her hairs were raised to an alarming degree.

"...Can you... sense it too?"

"I'm not a real wizard, but... sort of? I bet it's a lot more noticeable with you."

"Oh stars... you can tell that something feels kind of off, right? The vibes, the smells... all of this just seems wrong for some reason..."

Aiden did not want to believe it on his own, but he chose to trust the witch's mouth. Newly indoctrinated or not, she knew what she was saying even before she could understand any of it. The sorcerer scanned the surrounding corridors, but nothing pulled at his immediate attention. The same could not be said for Jac however, as her eyes grew wide in a near fixation towards a crevice just across from where they stood. Her shivers intensified and her body began to fold in an attempt to shield herself from the biting chills.

"What's wrong?" Aiden asked.

"I... I don't know.... but, I guess I have to find out.."

"A-Are you sure?"

"Positive!"

Jac took a deep breath and approached the cavern mouth slowly, with Aiden following closely behind. The latter offered light with a wave of a hand, and with the arrival of his flame the supposed source was revealed to them. Jac stared down at what appeared to be an ordinary wooden barrel, one of many stacked in this tunnel. No doubt this was a storage room, and there was little in the way for alarm under normal conditions. And yet, the witch's instincts began to scream at her to flee from the very sight of it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten before she lifted the lid, and not even a second later she was forced to slam it shut.

Jac lunged backwards and nearly collided with Aiden, who spontaneously grabbed her by the shoulders. Her distress was undeniable... the sheer intensity of the veins that bulged in her eyes spoke volumes greater than words.

"The... de de de..."

"Take your time. Nice and steady..."

Aiden squeezed her hands tight and encouraged Jac to take in a few deep breaths, in spite of Jac's squeals against taking in the pungent air that had seeped out. The two friends used the distant backdrop of the Tengu Wile's chants to help with the rhythm, inhaling steadily and exhaling in a similar pace, until at last Jac's panic had slowed to a halt. She looked up at the red head with near tearful uncertainty, and the former almost wanted to do the same.

"T... The deer... it was... soaked in blood..."

Aiden's eyes sprung up. "W-what?"

"The other crates must also be... oh stars..."

Aiden briefly scanned behind her at the objects in question. His face soured immensely as he winced at the first thing that cropped up in his mind.

A blood sacrifice!?

The magician's breath subtly hitched as a dark storm began to overtake his mind, but before he could react with even a peep, a familiar yet imposing shadow had sought to disrupt their conversation. Whether this intrusion was deliberate, only the Alpha Wile knew for certain. It took Aiden all his might to mask his erupting emotions in front of the feathered fiend, but on the contrary Jac refused to be silenced.

"What the hell is this?! You guys usually gorge your kills!! Oh... oh my gawds..."

Jac hunched over and held a hand over her mouth to hold back the river, which prompted a quick response from Goro as he swept her into his arms. The smaller Tengu looked up in a split second of defiance towards his master, which was followed almost immediately by a look of submission after the Alpha cocked his head slightly.

"There's no need to be wary, rest assured." Rikuo said, as if he addressed all who stood below him. "This may all seem, bizarre to you now, but I guarantee that everything will become clear in due time."

"That's not an answer!!" Jac exclaimed.

The young witch struggled to release herself from Goro's hold as the latter shook his head with a crestfallen expression. Rikuo quickly nudged his head to the right, a signal that the Beta Wile knew all too well. With guilt in his heart and a swift shift, Goro took on his bird form and grabbed the back of Jac's cloak by the teeth. Despite being hoisted twenty feet off the ground, her swings and shrieks of protests never ceased.

Aiden's mood suddenly dropped. He could only watch as his friend was taken clear out of sight, removed to the safety of the catacombs where a barrier locked her in place. Without warning, a wing claw graced the magician's shoulder, which had caused all the hairs on his back to shoot up. He reluctantly craned his neck to lock eyes with the fiend above, as the latter upheld his macabre grin.

"Are you ready?" Rikuo asked smoothly, as he spreads a wing against the magician's back.

"It's not like I can back out now..." Aiden said.

With that confession of reluctant acceptance, Aiden gave a deep, long sigh as he followed the Alpha towards the center of the cave. Several pairs of eyes darted towards the magician, with Souji's being the most attentive. Before the metaphorical daggers grew out of hand, their leader cleared his throat which immediately prompted his subjects to heed and march back into their positions with haste. Concurrently, Goro struggled with his inability to console Jac as she continuously attempted to destroy the the invisible force field to no avail. As much as he wanted to stay by her side, he ultimately had to bend to his master's call.

"I'm sorry Jac." Goro spoke somberly. "This is a standard precaution."

"What do you mean?" Jac's voice was slightly hitched. "Why do I need protection? Is something going to happen to Ai-- the magician?"

"It may be difficult for you to understand but, he'll be fine." Goro reassured as he waddled back to his brethren, shifting back to his human-like form upon arrival. Jac was left once again without a direct answer.

"Apparently it's too much to ask of these feathered folk," she mumbled.

Meanwhile, Aiden was beckoned to the center of the King's Quarter, just as Atsushi, Goro, Harutaka and Souji took up their places in each corner of the makeshift stage. Rikuo trotted in front as he shifted into a fanciful robed attire of his own, though unlike the Beta Wiles he decidedly retained much of his avian form, with his wings tucked to his back as if they resembled sleeves. A large leaf fan emerged from his robe, and with a small wave of this peculiar wand, the unlit torch was magically transported to his other hand.

"The knowledge of unbinding has been passed down by generations among the Alphas of my clan. A sacred spell, one that must be done in a precise and concrete order. Luckily for you, young pyromancer, we shall take the bulk of the labor required. Two tasks! Is all I ask of you. Please, step forth."

Aiden gulped. His quaking began to rise to the surface for everyone to see, and although he took his time, he managed to step forward in a rather ungraceful way. He was thankful that the monster bird was patient with him in particular, as the magician walked beneath the latter's shadow.

"Now..." Rikuo said. He looked down at the smaller man, before turning his eyes to the torch with a devious glint. "You must submit your true name, as you project the very fire spell that you shared with me on that night onto this staff!"

"Surely there... must be more I have to do, right?"

Aiden could not believe the words that was coming out of his mouth, yet he decided to continue while he had the momentum.

"As you've said when I stood here last time, I must devote my life to your whims... as one of your flock. What exactly does that entail? Do I give away a hair? A limb? My soul?"

"Nonsense! Whatever gave you that idea? When I receive your name, I will perform a Wile's 'pact.' I suppose that counts as a, contract of sorts, but it literally won't matter. For a link forged like this only needs to be active for as long as the ritual is in session."

"That means... I can leave anytime afterwards?"

"...I would not be opposed to it."

Aiden could tell that these words were chosen carefully, as he took a moment to process the cards drawn to him. Surely this, fiend would not be so eager to lie for his own selfish desires... right? The magician was beginning to spiral too deep for his own good, and he had to force himself to trick his mind back into focusing on the the greater goal.

Look to the skies...

Aiden sucked in a breath as he proceeded to put on his mental blindfolds once more. A long exhale followed before the sorcerer gave the Alpha a subtle nod. An inaudible bow followed, which enlivened the monster bird to an almost maddening delight, evident by his ear to ear grin. It was as if he had just ensnared a long sought after prey.

"You won't regret this!" Rikuo exclaimed.

He rose up before addressing his men, and with one final check the Alpha lifted his fan in a somewhat similar fashion to a conductor's baton. On cue, the flock began their incantation one by one as each member seamlessly waved their leaf fans with perfect grace and precision. Such strict practice paid off, as the air that flowed from the tips of their sandals to the hairs on their heads exerted mystifying power which every perfect step. Aiden was enamored by their performance, but had to ignore it after a minute to complete his part. The sorcerer dragged his feet to the lowly torch and was ordered to grab it by both hands. So many questions still echoed in his mind, and oh how they blasted sirens. But every time a sliver of doubt crept in, he would knock them away with concentrated effort.

Remember... it's for the greater good. Just think of all the doors that will open if I do this.

One more inhale later, he finally said aloud. "My name is Aiden. Just, Aiden."

Without ceasing his dance, the Alpha Wile cocked an eyebrow. He examined the much smaller magician carefully, and concluded that the latter spoke the only truth he could have known.

"It'll do." He replied. "Now, Aiden! Ignite the artifact with your flames!!"

Aiden closed his eyes and did as he was told. He dipped one fireball on the top of the stake and began to unravel the spells from the pits of his heart.

"Suns of gehenna, bright as gold, I beseech you to bring forth your power. Light the darkness like the pits from whence you came. Come forth and unleash your elemental beauty on this staff in it's TRUE form! Let it be known the true power of its internal flame!!"

The revised spell caused the tiny fireball to erupt into a beam that shot up into the ceiling. It rested not a few seconds longer, as it once more reformed into a fiery flower that shone brighter and flashed in more array of colors than it ever had before. At the same time the Tengu Wile's song grew louder, as the back of their heads began to glow with a faint, blue light.

Aiden's eyes then flashed in tandem, as he suddenly fell into a deep trance. Rikuo then drew closer, the overbearing fire being the only thing that flickered between him and the magician. The monster bird then uttered a spell under his breath, one unlike any he had spoken in times past, and with a deep, enchanting sound that steeped from the back of his throat, the words themselves held tremendous power.

"Princi' 'al duk, ut ec dumal precadun'al ozile ultima."

"...Prim.. al duk.. et ciechz."

Aiden did not question the words that flowed from his mouth, for perhaps it was his inner Wile speaking. Regardless he was secretly hoping that the Wile giant would not try anything while the magician was left in this vulnerable state. Little did he know, this hesitation would turn the tides for the events that followed.

"So you still resist..." Rikuo whispered. He paused for a moment before continuing. "Very well then."

The Alpha Wile rose up and clasped his hands together. His subordinate Wiles replicated the action in unison, and as if controlled like a marionette, Aiden did the same. He made contact with the inflamed blossom at the base of the staff and in an instant, the inferno had engulfed him in flames. Jac's screams was finally able to cut through the barrier, and in that exact moment when he heard her voice, the fires erupted in a dazzling display of colors. The element spiraled around the young Wile, as if he was encased in a fiery cage. He was neither scorched or singed, but was completely out of it in terms of what was reality and what was not. But one thing he was certain of, he heard what he could only discern as the sound of burning cords.

A blur whipped past the blaze and emerged high over the infernal whirlpool. The Alpha Wile opened his mouth, highlighting the razor sharp edges of his terrible teeth which glistened with the same ethereal blue like that of a star's halo. He then lunged at the magician, snapping his jaws shut just inches above his head. When Aiden recovered from the shock of that unprompted action, he slowly looked up and could not believe his eyes. Long chains, invisible prior, appeared all around Aiden's body, which wrapped around every limb from front to back. Rikuo was pulling the strings with all his might, with surprising difficulty considering the Alpha's strength. He continued even as his magic shield began to fade from such a close contact. He kept on even as parts of his face became charred from the embers that managed to lash onto his cheek. Nothing could stop him until at last the wretched coils were severed with a loud snap. The ropes dissolved immediately in a fog of blackened ether, and thereafter Aiden fell into another magic induced trance.

A cold and unsettling silence drifted through the cavern, before the magician's body suddenly exploded in a sea of vibrant orange that engulfed the entire surface of the area. The surrounding birds backed off as the flames grew to an intensifying degree, increasing the temperature with a radiating heat as the fire cage ballooned to ten times it's original height. The ravens lifted their magic shields to reflect the incoming embers, and the inferno was wide enough to reach the secluded corners of where Jac stood. Her barrier was the most stable, but even then cracks began to form. The witch's fears for her friend was much more profound however, and no matter how hard she tried she couldn't see past the overwhelming juggernaut that surrounded him.

....

As the flames of gehenna seemingly appeared to swallow his entire form whole, Aiden surprisingly grew into a sense of calm. Visions began to fill in the empty catacombs of his mind, as if he was gradually being stitched back together again. Memories of nature and forests and mountains far removed. Of villages and the colors of the skies in all times of the year. The smells of freshly charred timber and smoke, surrounded by the presence of other winged sentinels who glowed a shimmering white. Their hymns of Artemis echoed in the vast plains, being carried by the passing gale in the form of ghostly rings and chimes.

...Of Artemis...

As these chains of thoughts grew more vivid and resonant, so too did his body change in turn. Aiden felt more relaxed as his molecules began to unwind and stretch out, reforming in a blink of an eye with a brilliant glow. His undefined shape quickly grew massive as he sprouted a pair of wings, first on his back, then again from his arms. He bloomed much like the fire flower that appeared elegantly on the magical torch, which burned in tandem to the Wile giant's blinding luminosity.

But as the seconds went on, the memories started pouring in an increasing rate, flashing before his mind's eye as a series of sliding vignettes. An overwhelming cascade that caused him to crash down to his knees, as he began to seethe bellows from his newly formed fangs alongside small puffs of actual flames. Yet it was not the sheer amount of reclaimed information that caused him to nearly retch, rather, the lost skeletons that came with everything else. Memories he would have preferred to be lost to the seas of time, never again to surface for anyone to see.

How... many?

He laid witness of many travesties, of grass, temples and bodies singed. Miles of tarnished land burned to its very foundation, spoiled with the stench of brimstone that rose up into ashened skies above. The darkness bleached the epicenter in heavy smoke, all while the same sentinels that glowed a blinding white rejoiced in merriment and song.

Why...? Why must you all resort to this?

A change could be seen in Aiden's demeanor. The sweat and tears that poured from his face would evaporate instantly in contact with the surrounding inferno. With little room to breathe in his newly expanded lungs, his eyes began to flicker to the point of madness.

'It is necessary to reclaim our rightful place as rulers of this world!'

That voice... Aiden turned his head around to face the shade of a being behind him, one that was unearthed from deep within the corners of the former magician's mind. A blurred silhouette of a giant bird man that stood league's taller than any of the Wiles he encountered before. Their aura was prolific like a king among kings, and their steps were equally graceful as if they commanded the utmost attention of all who gazed upon them. Aiden's eyes widened as he watched himself in his adolescence appear before the entity in a miniature form. Unlike the other memories, he pictured this with vivid clarity, as if he was watching a film on playback.

'This has to stop!' His younger self exclaimed. 'This violence is senseless. We don't have to resort to--'

'They're humans!' The figure shouted. 'Those wretched fools... their own downfall was set in stone the moment they sought to perform mass genocide towards our people. Our brothers and sisters among the fair folk... slaughtered mercilessly, and all for what? All for our blood from which they drink, and the magic coursing through our veins... Such contempt will never be tolerated!!'

The wing claws of the being, this unsettling force, was placed against the young Aiden's back. And at this exact moment the modern day sorcerer sensed a cold chill that shot up his spine, in spite of his physical form being encaged in fire. He knew then and there that this was more than just a mere vision.

'We mustn't turn a blind eye towards our fallen brethren,' the figure said, 'and to those still alive who have been dwindled down to abysmal numbers. We've lost family and pack members to man's wicked beliefs.'

'But this is excessive... humans can't regenerate like we can. It doesn't seem fair...'

'Neither can Wiles aside from the Phoebes!! The humans will swarm like ants if we give them the chance. They'll rob us of our children and our very way of life! We can't allow this no matter what, for we, Ardius, are one of the last remaining saviors of Wile kind. The only hope if any of us will stand a chance for a brighter future! It is your destiny as the Phoenix... to become one with our mission, and with me.'

"NO!!" Aiden screamed, both in his past and present form. 'You don't understand!! This will only fuel their agenda! We have to show them that magic is not this evil boogeyman that beings like us use to smite our opponents! We'll have to change our way of thinking, of how we approach--'

Half a second. That was all it took for the entity to project himself from across the room to mere inches away from the newly formed Wile giant. Quaking to his very core, Aiden felt the specter's freezing claws against his shoulders as it craned its head like an owl to meet his up close.

'Do you take me for a FOOL Ardius? Gone are the days when the two factions had mutual standing. The era of give and take, of the equal sharing of flesh and blood, is over. Give up your folly. And embrace me like you've done in lives past.'

'I will never rejoin the hi--'

'You dare to defy me? In your weakened state? You barely have a choice! You should be honored to be subject to my blessing. Consider it my gift to you, my son...'

All of a sudden, the back of Aiden's skull felt as if it was being parted in two, which caused him to let out a bone curling scream. Pillars of flames erupted around his feet which surged in erratic directions, igniting all that it touched. The Tengu Wiles all huddled together, culminating their magical shields into one super sized bubble. Shifting midway, the five monster birds actually had some difficulty in keeping it aloft, as they used their full moon charged energy to protect themselves and the one behind them. The impact would thankfully not last for much longer.

Soon enough the light faded, and with it the flames that wrapped around the newly created giant. The former magician struggled to breathe air back into his expanded lungs, and during this time he could hear the faint whispers of those that surrounded him. He slowly opened his eyes, revealing metallic copper irises surrounded by a striking red. All of the Beta Wiles watched him cautiously from a safe distance, feathers raised and talons exposed, save for the Alpha who stood in a defiant stance. While battered himself, he nevertheless gave Aiden a formal bow, one befitting of someone of loyalty.

"Welcome back, Aiden of the Phoenix Wiles... if that is your true name. You were able to suppress your shackles and now look at you! You are more marvelous than I could have imagined."

Aiden looked more man than avian as he rose up to his newfound height, yet he was clad in bright golden feathers from neck to knee on his otherwise bare form. The plumage of his wings seemed to emit a soft, orange glow and the colors of his chest were incandescent much like that of a golden pheasant. Jac was in awe at the sight of her friend. At first she thought of him as yet another black bird, but the former magician had exceeded her expectations tremendously. It was as if a twinkle of starlight was standing right before her.

"You're... sparkly..." She gasped, unable to come up with something better to say. "Wasn't what I was expecting, but... it really suits you."

Aiden's renewed senses was able to pick up Jac's faint words, and he glanced back to look upon her distant figure for a few seconds as if to acknowledge it. His eyes were placid and nearly tearful when they laid upon the now much smaller witch. Jac's mood fell, through she could not discern why until she watched her friend suddenly rear his head back sharply. His expression then darkened to an eerie calm as that warm expression was replaced with a small smirk. A subtle gesture oh so unassuming, that nonetheless caused the hairs of Jac's skin to rise up an alarming amount. She took a few steps back and uttered to herself.

"Just who... are you?"

#sfw giant #oc: jac #oc: richard #oc: aiden #bun does writing #au #As if Aiden doesn't have enough problems ^^;#And in case you are wondering yes I made a story involving possession before and no that's not what this is #it's a little more complicated than that xD #You'll see next time

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grimalkinmessor · 2 years

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If you tell me a character puts their hair up when they usually don't have it up, I want you to know that I am now going to picture them with their hair up until you explicitly state that they've taken it down. My brain logically knows that several days going by probably means they've taken it down. Does my reading mind register this? No :D Call that Perpetual Ponytail Syndrome™

#this is specifically about #midoriya izuku #bc a lot of people have him put his hair up in fics #and that izuku is now perpetually ponytailed in my brain #you cannot take it back #(unless you mention him taking his hair down)#on writing #writing #valerie gray #too #also bc a lot of peeps have her put her hair up in fics #which is fair—she's very active and it gets in the way #but also #perpetual ponytail/bun/braid/etc #fanfiction #on fanfiction #am i the only one that does this #this might be a niche thing actually lmao #for peeps that see images in their head when they read

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bunny-rambles · 1 year

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i don’t want to shout out your name but

can one of you please look which work you’re reblogging?

I’m not the one who wrote it, so you’re not calling my work your ‘favourite’.

The work you’ve reblogged twice now belongs to a friend. Go give them your support, not me.

You sent me a request and I’m not going to write it because I know that request wasn’t for me, and this is all I’m going to say on the matter.

#bun speaks #it’s getting kind of hurtful to have someone else’s work on my own page get praised so much #the work does deserve the praise don’t mis understand #but idk #I’d maybe like to see it for my own writing instead of a friends #on my page - you know?#sorry if this comes off as selfish but #i already struggle with motivation to even come on here #like one of my favourite anons is gone for now #i barely get any interaction as it is #and I’m having it shoved in my face that my friends writing is better. it’s depressing.#whatever #just please look who’s work you’re rbing next time

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bunnys-lil-hideout · 1 month

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op i know that you're into c.n.c but you don't have to tag every single post you make with it especially when it has nothing to do with it. you can go one day without tagging a post about a very clearly consensual situation as c.n.c.

#the bun talks #c.n.c people confuse me so fuckin much #they'll make a post thats literally describing two people having completely willing consensual sex #but then tag it c.n.c and just. not elaborate on HOW its even c.n.c #like youre very clearly writing about two people enjoying each other. how does this have a non.co.n undertone #you might as well just tag it r4p3 k1nk #im so. so tired of this.

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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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yandere bunny hybrid x reader

A/n: the Intro was rushed because I got too excited to write the smut. Not proofread 🌺

Tw: noncon turns to dubcon, androgynous breeding kink, little dirty talk, he's a horny bastard. Mommy kink but it can be applied to any gender. Slapping body parts, he has a minor lactation kink. Mdni please!

★you met the little furball while you were out on a evening walk. It was the middle of winter and being cooped up inside the house all day was starting to get a little claustrophobic

★you didn't notice him at first since he blended in with the snow. Stopping mid-walk when you heard a weak little whine coming from behind you. Slowly turning around, you saw a pair of red eyes staring at you from beneath the snow

★approaching them slowly, you could finally see him more clearly. Milky white skin turning a light blue due to hypothermia. He didn't have the strength to run when you picked him up. Patting his head, you headed back home.

★giving him a warm bath and setting him next to the fireplace, you slowly nursed him back to health. He was very reluctant at first, but your touch was too comforting to pull away from. He hasn't felt this safe since he was just a baby bun! He stayed with you nearly the entire winter

★midway he starts to get himself familiar with your home, peeking under furniture and into rooms, he seemed to understand you when you'd ask him questions in English

"what's your name little fella?"

"cotton.."

★eventually you had to let him go back into the wild, just a month before spring arrived. He was reluctant but with enough convincing he finally left. Looking back at you from the forest edge, watching you wave goodbye with that beautiful smile he loves

❣️cotton who goes into heat early because he can't stop thinking of you. Burrying himself in his burrow, humping the air. Nothing is as soft as you and your bed. Nothing can make him feel as safe as your touch does

❣️he shoos any females who wish to mate away. Claiming he already has a mate. Oh he wished you'd come into the forest looking for him, to take care of him again as he fills your tight little hole up with his cum

❣️he spends most of his time shamelessly masturbating to the thought of you. His entire heat cycle has been on loop since he left, so finally gathering the balls he heads back to your cottage. Watching you from a distance, lazily stroking his already sensitive cock.

★just minding your business, you don't notice the certain bunny hybrid approaching slowly. You don't have much time to react before a familiar mop of white hair tackles you to the ground. Desperately humping your clothed sex as he whines and grunts.

"cotton!? What the hell are you doing!?"

"hah- nhg need.. mate.. pretty mate.. need to breed! Ohh!"

★you tried pushing him off, but when did he get so strong!? Pining your arms down and ripping your clothes off, wasting no time in lapping at your genitals. Eating you out like a starved man, sucking and nipping your inner thighs until he's sure you're nice and lubed up

★he carefully pressed the tip in, but he doesn't last long as he slowly sinks deeper into your gummy walls. Letting go of your arms and roughly grabbing your hips, which were sure to bruise later, brutally fucking your brains out. Slapping your chest and privates as he grinds his cock deeper

★he keeps going even after he's ripped multiple orgasms out of you. The pleasure slowly chipping off your resistance. Leaving you a blubbering moaning mess under the bunny. A pool of his cum under where your sexes kept meeting.

★it doesn't matter what gender you are, he's determined to breed you until you're swelling with his children. He couldn't wait to suck and bite your chest once it was swollen with milk!

"gonna be so pretty- mph! So pretty, all swollen 'n fat with my babies.. gonna be a good mate, right? G-gonna give me lots of 'em right? Oh ohhh! Cumming again! 'Yer squeezing all my cum out! Mommy!!"

★let's just say that you should get use to your new roommate husband, because now there's no way of getting rid of him. Ever.

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