#bunnies bears roses skulls

[thesandsofelsweyr]

for the nsfw headcanon, can I request for Jason

L = Location

S = Stamina

T = Toy

X = X-Ray

from Headcanon Game - A to Z (NSFW)

⚠️ cw: smut (⚤)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Pre-Batman: Arkham Knight Jay:

Jay's super self-conscious of his many, many scars. He's definitely not into fucking in public. He won't even take off his clothes in private unless you're blindfolded or the lights are out 😞

But once you showed up at one of his safehouses dressed in his militia's fatigues, your hair tucked beneath a red beret with his Arkham Knight insignia stitched on it. One glance at you wearing his mark turned him feral, his cock straining against the zipper of his cargo pants. He raked off the top of the workbench where he'd had one of his spare helmets splayed open, scattering circuit boards, screws, bolts, nuts, spools of solder wire, tools, sketchpads to the floor in a chaotic clatter, before shoving you down on your back, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of your pants and panties, then tearing them off your hips and legs and ankles like a kid on Christmas morning. Wrapping his massive arms around your thighs, manhandling you like a sex doll, he dragged you down on his fat cock, slamming inside you to the hilt in one blunt thrust, stabbing so deep you felt like he was splitting you in two. You screamed… in misery… in ecstasy… while he fucked you at a punishing pace, grunting and growling like a beast savaging his prey, like he could fuck away all of the pain, all of the blackness, all of the scars, all of the laughter. You wanted him to stop, to never stop. You wanted him to consume you, to destroy you, to leave your pussy raw and aching for the rest of the week, the month, the year, the rest of your life. It was rough, violent, carnal, bestial, and magnificent. And by the end he knew the entire complex heard you screaming his name.

Post-Batman Arkham Knight Jay:

When Jay's terrorizing Gotham as Red Hood, he's started to heal. He's started to accept that his scars—both mental and physical—don't define him, that they're proof he survived the worst that Gotham's gravity could thrust onto him. He still prefers to fuck in the privacy of his safehouses or your place, but he won't deny that he enjoyed himself immensely that one time you convinced Red Hood to bend you over the Batmobile and fuck you senseless.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Jay's your little Energizer bunny... he keeps going and going and going... 😁 It's partly due to his trauma that it takes him longer to cum than other guys, but you and your multiple orgasms certainly aren't complaining.

Once he finishes though, he's done for a while. He sometimes struggles with excruciating orgasm headaches (a side effect of Joker's bullet grazing his skull) that leave him weak and exhausted. Again, you aren't complaining since you get to snuggle with your big muscly teddy bear, stretching him out on the bed, cradling his head in your lap, combing your fingers through his soft black hair, massaging his broad shoulders, placing tender kisses on his crown, until he drifts off into the comfortable peace of your arms: warm, safe, needed, loved 💕

(A/N: I know AK: Genesis shows Joker shooting him in the chest, but I stick with BAK: Annual's explanation. If you want to know my reasoning just ask 😉)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You're the one with the toybox. Jay's not interested in using them himself (the Clown had a toybox of his own, after all) but he's more than willing to play with you. He loves to watch your toes curl and back arch, to see you squirm, hear you whimper and whine while he forces orgasm after orgasm on you with your rose (N S F W link).

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Pictures you say? Let's see here... *consults Dropbox folder full of naughty Jay fanart* (The following links are N S F W!!)

My FAVE by JustTheMeatTM 🤩

Honorable Mentions: by goblinromp, by phaustok, by cr0ques 🤤

He's a big boy: at least 7 inches erect and thiccc 😋

(Thank you anon for giving me an excuse to go rewatch one of my fave pornos for inspo 😂)

#sands replies #smutty sands #my headcanons #smut alphabet #arkhamverse #female reader #jason todd #arkham knight #red hood #jason todd x reader #arkham knight x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd smut #arkham knight smut #red hood smut #jason todd imagine #arkham knight imagine #red hood imagine #jason todd x you #arkham knight x you #red hood x you

[2af-afterdark]

WHB:

How would you rate each one’s outfits?

Completely honest, unbiased opinion based on nothing but my gut reaction? Can do!

Satan

8/10

I kind of adore his boiler suit (is that what it's called?) Like, unironically, I love it. His entire army wears high fashion and he's dressed like he's going to his blue collar job.

Is it because of all the blood? Does he just own 200 sets of this one outfit so he can toss them instead of washing them?

Mammon

8/10

MAN KNOWS HOW TO LET HIS TIDDIES HANG OUT

He is inviting you to bury your face right in there and I accept

Beelzebub

6/10

A whore! Look at him! He is a whore and he owns every moment of it!

I appreciate that he's living his best life.

Leviathan

9/10

I love him... but his outfit is so generic compared to everyone else. It's fitting for his realm and their gentlemanly nature, but it doesn't really stand out.

But I am biased so he gets extra points for that.

Sitri

7/10

What a gentleman, but there's nothing very unique that sense it apart from the rest of the uniform.

Leraye

2/10

Ditch the teddy bears. Please. I hate them.

Love the monocle so much though.

Astaroth

10/10

The snake seals the deal. The snake bites are a nice touch. Fuck I am weak to simple things.

Paimon

7/10

SLAY!

He dresses better than I do and he makes it work. Like, damn. He knows exactly what to do.

Still not my thing though.

Zagan

6/10

Bunny? Bunny boy. I am soft for him.

He's kind of dull though.

Dantalian

0/10

No.

Anything education themed makes me uncomfortable as fuck.

Phenix

9/10

Go off king!

He's living his best life.

Morax

2/10

No. Too many bandages. And blood. And... not enough of anything else.

Not here for it.

Marbas

7/10

I love and hate it. He's just so broad at the top and thinner at the bottom that it kind of throws me off.

On the other hand... bandages hot and he's bursting out of his clothes. Seeing him tied up is also pretty hot.

I think I'm bias because I saw his chibi first and did NOT image he would look like that.

Barbatos

7/10

He's so pretty. Everything about him is so pretty. He's just... not my type?

Like, his outfit is well put together (the rope may be a bit much), black and red are always a good color duo, his eyes aren't distracting dissimilar. But something about it just doesn't work for me.

I do love a good rose motif.

Foras

8/10

LOVE IT! It's the same outfit as Barbatos, but something about Foras is just more appealing. I think it's the weird tear streak tattoos or his horns, but I fucking love it!

Bimet

8/10

I love everything except the money in his hair.

Love his chest on full display and his black and gold colors.

Also his skulls are cool af! I always loved the money in the eyes. It gives me a sort of Charon vibe and I am all for it!

Bael

7/10

He's so simple, but I love him.

Unfortunately, the Avisos outfit just isn't my jam. At least his is a little different with the writing.

Stolas

6/10

See Bael

Amon

6/10

See Bael

Minhyeok

5/10

Not good, not bad. Just generic.

Gabriel

8/10

I am weak to angels. All white and pretty as fuck.

I want to tie him up so bad and get his clothes dirty.

Eligos

9/10

Baby boy, you are so fucking pretty.

I love your robe and your pretty bows.

Gusion

0/10

No.

See Dantalian

Bathin

6/10

He loses points because he lost some moons from his prototype and I wanted them.

Love his earrings though. I want them.

Solomon

12/10

No critiques. He wins.

#❖ nonie #love letters ❤️ #talkin' whb #You would be amazed how much I debated some of these

[thecookieverse]

List of Characters and Series

Here is a list of all the OC's and Characters that are in the Cookieverse. OC's and media listed alphabetically

OC's

Blueberry Muffin Cookie

Hot Dog Cookie

Autumn Herald Cookie

Spring Maiden Cookie

Summer Autarch Cookie

Winter Envoy Cookie

Official Characters

American Dragon Jake Long

Lanatus Dragon Cookie (Jake Long)

Russet Potato Cookie (Arthur "Spud" Spudinski)

Chocolate Truffle Cookie (Trixie Carter)

Yellow Lily Cookie (Rose)

Banjo Kazooie An in-universe video game

Gummy Bear Cookie (Banjo)

Buffalo Wing Cookie (Kazooie)

Green Milkshake Cookie (Gruntilda)

Sausage Toad Cookie (Klungo)

Gummy Skull Cookie (Mumbo)

Steak Pie Cookie (Bottles)

Bubble-and-Squeak Cookie (Jamjars)

Big Hero 6

Maki Roll Cookie (Hiro Hamada)

Marshmallow Creme Cookie (Baymax)

Gummy Hoop Cookie (Go Go)

Yuzu Cookie (Honey Lemon)

Zucchini Cookie (Wasabi Cookie)

Taco Cookie (Fred Frederickson IV)

Chowder

Pudding Pop Cookie (Chowder)

Bean Soup Cookie (Mung Daal)

Mushroom Bisque Cookie (Truffles)

Rock Candy Cookie (Schnitzel)

Calamansi Cookie (Endive)

Marshmallow Bunny Cookie (Panini)

Pickled Tomato Cookie (Gazpacho)

Cyberchase

Alfajor Cookie (Inez)

Key Lime Cookie (Matt)

Cranberry Flan Cookie (Jackie)

Dexter's Laboratory

Omelet Cookie (Dexter)

Omurice Cookie (Dee Dee)

Quail Egg Cookie (Mandark)

Disney Fairies

Dianthus Cookie (Tinkerbell)

Water Iris Cookie (Silvermist)

Marigold Cookie (Iridessa)

Alstromeria Cookie (Fawn)

Dahlia Cookie (Rosetta)

Windflower Cookie (Vidia)

Disney Princesses

Apple Streusel Cookie (Snow White)

Blue Pumpkin Cookie (Cinderella)

Loganberry Cookie (Aurora)

Alexandrite Cookie (Ariel)

Profiterole Cookie (Belle)

Bastani Sonnati Cookie (Jasmine)

Jian Dui Cookie (Mulan)

Beignet Cookie (Tiana)

Rampion Cookie (Rapunzel)

Barmbrack Cookie (Merida)

Haupia Cookie (Moana)

Doki Doki Literature Club

Ackee Fruit Cookie (Monika)

Strawberry Cupcake Cookie (Natsuki)

Ruby Chocolate Cookie (Sayori)

Chamomile Cookie (Yuri)

Earthbound (Mother)

Gum Scrap Cookie (Ness)

Apple Pie Cookie (Paula)

Custard Doughnut Cookie (Jeff)

Onigiri Cookie (Poo)

Pork Rind Cookie (Porky Minch)

Lemon Swirl Cookie (Lucas)

Prickly Pear Cookie (Kumatora)

Blue Potato Cookie (Duster)

Orange Swirl Cookie (Claus)

Kid Icarus

Angel Food Cookie (Pit)

Manzanilla Olive Cookie (Palutena)

Souvlaki Cookie (Magnus)

Chocolate Cake Cookie (Dark Pit)

??? (Medusa)

??? (Hades)

Blue Spirulina Cookie (Pandora)

??? (Gaol)

??? (Thanatos)

Salad Cookie (Viridi)

??? (Arlon)

Electrolyte Cookie (Phosphora)

Gravity Falls

Peanut Butter Cookie (Dipper)

Grape Jam Cookie (Mabel)

Club Sandwich Cookie (Grunkle Stan)

Maple Syrup Cookie (Wendy)

Empanada Cookie (Soos)

Reuben Cookie (Ford)

White Truffle Cookie (Pacifica Northwest)

Grim Adventures of Billy and Mandy

Sugar Skull Cookie (Grim)

Tangelo Cookie (Billy)

Oleander Cookie (Billy)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Camembert Cookie (Ed)

Gelatin Cookie (Edd)

Jawbreaker Cookie (Eddy)

Caprese Salad Cookie (Kevin)

Vieux Lille Cookie (Sarah)

Dandelion Cookie (Jimmy)

Bratwurst Cookie (Rolf)

Passion Fruit Cookie (Nazz)

Granola Bar Cookie (Jonny)

Limburger Cookie (May Kanker)

Mashed Potato Cookie (Marie Kanker)

Fish Stick Cookie (Lee Kanker)

Eddsworld

Broccoli Cookie (Edd)

Seltzer Cookie (Tom)

Choco Milk Cookie (Matt)

Peppermint Bark Cookie (Tord)

Cayenne Cookie (Blaze, OC)

Black Raspberry Cookie (Dusk, OC)

Guacamole Cookie (Eduardo)

Cinnamon Roll Cookie (Jon)

Sugar Plum Cookie (Mark)

Tomato Cookie (Jordan, OC)

Blood Orange Cookie (Blade, OC)

Garlic Cookie (Dawn, OC)

Tobacco Cookie (Paul)

Lemon Drop Cookie (Patryck)

Choco Popcorn Cookie (Bing)

Snowcap Cookie (Larry)

Lavender Cookie (Laurel)

Dipped Strawberry Cookie (Kim)

Raspberry Torte Cookie (Katya)

El Tigre

Chili Lollipop Cookie (Manny Rivera/El Tigre)

Blueberry Churro Cookie (Frida Suarez)

Paloma Cookie (Rodolfo Rivera/White Pantera)

??? (Grandpapi Rivera/Puma Loco)

??? (Zoe Aves/Black Cuervo)

??? (Carmelita Aves/Voltura)

??? (Grandmami Aves/Lady Gobbler)

Friday Night Funkin

Slushie Cookie (Boyfriend/Jacob)

Cherry Cola Cookie (Girlfriend/Amber)

Rose Water Cookie (Senpai/Kenji)

Orange Velvet Cookie (Blaze, OC) 

Soft Serve Cookie (Dusk, OC)

Waffle Cone Cookie (Vince)

Vanilla Bean Cookie (Emilia)

Devil's Food Cookie (Daddy Dearest/Maurice)

Cola Cake Cookie (Mommy Mearest/Donna)

Caramel Apple Cookie (Pico)

Candy Bone Cookie (Skid)

Mellowcreme Pumpkin Cookie (Pump)

Lemon Curd Cookie (Lemon Demon)

Kirby

Starmallow Cookie (Kirby)

Battenberg Cookie (King Dedede)

Jostaberry Cookie (Meta Knight)

Tangerine Cookie (Bandana Dee)

Blueberry Cobbler Cookie (Gooey)

Berry Fudge Cookie (Marx)

Fruit Ribbon Cookie (Ribbon)

Food Coloring Cookie (Adeleine)

Bloodberry Cookie (Dark Meta Knight)

Mirror Glaze Cookie (Dark Mind)

Rainbow Frosting Cookie (Drawcia)

Stilton Gold Cookie (Daroach)

Golden Delicious Cookie (Magolor)

Tarantula Cookie (Taranza)

Honeycomb Cookie (Queen Sectonia)

Strawberry Ripple Cookie (Susie)

Golden Opulence Cookie (President Haltmann)

Rainbow Sherbet Cookie (Elline)

Fondant Cookie (Claycia)

Frozen Yogurt Cookie (Francisca)

Pepper Kebab Cookie (Flamberge)

Lemon Tart Cookie (Zan Partizanne)

Poison Hemlock Cookie (Hyness)

Blue Lemonade Cookie (Elfilin)

Veal Orloff Cookie (Leongar)

Funnel Cake Cookie (Clawroline)

KND

Strawberry Fool Cookie (Nigel Uno/Numbuh 1)

Chili Dog Cookie (Hoagie P. Gilligan/Numbuh 2)

Matcha Choco Cookie (Kuki Sanban/Numbuh 3)

Hokey Pokey Cookie (Wallabee “Wally” Beatles/Numbuh 4)

Salted Caramel Cookie (Abigail Lincoln/Numbuh 5)

Soda Bread Cookie (Fanny Fulbright/Numbuh 86)

Lemon Meringue Cookie (Rachel McKenzie/Numbuh 362)

Caramel Macchiato Cookie (Cree Lincoln)

??? (Chad Dickson/Numbuh 274)

Black Olive Cookie (Father)

Five-Layer Cookie (The Delightful Children from Down the Lane/Sector Z)

Refried Beans Cookie (Lenny), Sour Cream Cookie (David), White Cheddar Cookie (Bruce), Pico de Gallo Cookie (Constance), and Lettuce Cookie (Alessandra). 

Lalaloopsy

Valerian Cookie (Pillow Featherbed)

Sprinkle Cookie (Crumbs Sugar Cookie)

Whipped Cocoa Cookie (Mittens Fluff ‘N’ Stuff)

Circus Peanut Cookie (Peanut Big Top)

Spaghetti Marinara Cookie (Spot Splatter Splash)

Candy Jewel Cookie (Jewel Sparkles)

Rocket Pop Cookie (Dot Starlight)

Beacon Apple Cookie (Bea Spells-A-Lot)

Little Einsteins

Ditalini Cookie (Leo)

Farfalle Cookie (Annie)

Orchid Cookie (June)

Banana Pancake Cookie (Quincy)

Magic School Bus

Honeycrisp Apple Cookie (Ms. Frizzle)

Carrot Puff Cookie (Arnold)

Candy Jack Cookie (Ralphie)

Champurrado Cookie (Carlos)

Blue Taro Cookie (Tim)

Green Bean Cookie (Phoebe)

Mochi Cookie (Wanda)

Daffodil Cookie (Dorothy Ann)

Berry Smoothie Cookie (Keesha)

Mario

Marinara Sauce Cookie (Mario)

Pesto Cookie (Luigi) 

Peach Cream Cookie (Princess Peach)

Button Mushroom Cookie (Toad)

Durian Cookie (Bowser)

Garlic Sauce Cookie (Wario)

Breadstick Cookie (Waluigi)

Daisy Cookie (Princess Daisy)

Konpeito Cookie (Princess Rosalina)

Stelline Cookie (Geno)

Marshmallow Spread Cookie (Mallow)

Monster High

Lemon Mint Cookie (Frankie Stein)

Pink Licorice Cookie (Draculaura)

Wolfsbane Cookie (Clawdeen Wolf)

Melopita Cookie (Cleo de Nile)

Gummy Fish Cookie (Lagoona Blue)

Jelly Worm Cookie (Ghoulia Yelps)

Shaved Ice Cookie (Abbey Bominable)

Watermelon Snake Cookie (Deuce Gorgon

Monster Prom

Ghost Pepper Cookie (Damien LeVey)

Purple Kale Cookie (Liam de Lioncourt) 

Saltwater Taffy Cookie (Miranda Vanderbilt)

Vodka Cookie (Polly Geist)

Potato Chip Cookie (Scott Howl)

Sour Snake Cookie (Vera Oberlin) 

Succulent Cookie (Calculester Hewlett-Packard)

Ikasumi Pasta Cookie (Zoe)

Calla Lily Cookie (Joy Johnson-Johjima) 

Henbane Cookie (Hope Halko)

Blackthorn Cookie (Faith Fernández) 

Filius Blue Cookie (Dahlia Aquino) 

Keema Cookie (Aaravi Mishra) 

Belladonna Cookie (Milo Belladonna) 

Elderberry Cookie (Oz)

Cherry Pepper Cookie (Amira Rashid)

Blueberry Tart Cookie (Vicky Schmidt)

Rafflesia Cookie (Brian Yu)

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

Açaí Cookie (Twilight Sparkle)

Apple Cider Cookie (Applejack)

Candy Ring Cookie (Rarity)

Pansy Cookie (Fluttershy)

Confetti Cake Cookie (Pinkie Pie)

Sports Drink Cookie (Rainbow Dash)

??? (Spike) 

Nickelodeon

Sponge Cake Cookie (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Star Sundae Cookie (Patrick Star)

Acorn Cookie (Sandy Cheeks)

Calamari Cookie (Squidward Tentacles) 

Crab Burger Cookie (Mr. Krabs) 

Kidney Bean Cookie (Sheldon J. Plankton)

Chocolate Swirl Cookie (Jimmy Neutron)

Pixy Powder Cookie (Timmy Turner)

Creme Sandwich Cookie (Danny Fenton/Phantom)

Black Rose Cookie (Sam Manson)

Sour Straw Cookie (Tucker Foley)

Orange Creme Cookie (Jasmine “Jazz” Fenton)

Blueberry Fudge Cookie (Jenny Wakeman/XJ-9)

Tarator Cookie (Vendetta)

Cream Pie Cookie (Charlotte)

Star Jelly Cookie (Zim)

Astronaut Food Cookie (Dib Membrane)

O.K K.O: Let's Be Heroes!

Burrito Cookie (K.O)

Blue Agave Cookie (Rad)

Ramen Cookie (Enid)

Enchilada Cookie (Carol)

??? (Mr. Gar)

Cucumber Cookie (Dendy)

??? (Lord Boxman)

Cobra Venom Cookie (Professor Venomous)

??? (Darrell)

Orange Taffy Cookie (Shannon)

??? (Raymond)

Purple Cabbage Cookie (Ernesto)

Sausage Fruit Cookie (Jethro)

??? (Mikayla)

Knickerbocker Glory Cookie (Elodie)

Cheese Puff Cookie (Fink)

Peanuts

Lemon Gel Cookie (Charlie Brown)

Berry Gel Cookie (Sally)

Raspberry Jam Cookie (Linus)

Blueberry Jam Cookie (Lucy)

Mint Cream Cookie (Peppermint Patty)

Pumpkin Brownie Cookie (Marcie)

Cornflower Cookie (Franklin)

Bitter Melon Cookie (Violet)

Dirt Cake Cookie (Pig-Pen)

Cavatappi Cookie (Frieda)

Blackberry Pie Cookie (Schroeder)

Persona 3

Duck Burger Cookie (Makoto Yuki)

Strawberry Sando Cookie (Yukari Takeba)

Soft Pretzel Cookie (Junpei Iori)

Hamburger Steak Cookie (Akihiro Sanaba)

Champagne Cookie (Mitsuru Kirijo)

Miso Soup Cookie (Fuuka Yamagishi)

Toasted Bread Cookie (Aigis)

Yatsuhashi Cookie (Ken Amada)

??? (Elizabeth)

??? (Theodore)

Persona 4

Beef Bowl Cookie (Yu Narukami)

Potato Stew Cookie (Yosuke Hanamura)

Steak Cookie (Chie Satonaka)

Manju Cookie (Yukiko Amagi)

Yakitori Cookie (Kanji Tatsumi)

Vichyssoise Cookie (Rise Kujikawa)

Popsicle Cookie (Teddie)

California Roll Cookie (Naoto Shirogane)

??? (Margaret)

Persona 5

Katsu Sando Cookie (Akira Kurusu/Joker)

Black Cat Cookie (Morgana)

Meat Bun Cookie (Ryuji Sakamoto/Skull)

Chocolate Crepe Cookie (Ann Takamaki/Panther)

Jagariko Cookie (Yusuke Kitagawa/Fox) 

Nigiri Cookie (Makoto Nijima/Queen)

Curry Cookie (Futaba Sakura/Oracle)

Fruit Salad Cookie (Haru Okumura/Noir) 

Buttered Pancake Cookie (Goro Akechi/Crow)

Pea Flower Cookie (Lavenza)

Pizza Tower

Spaghetti Cookie (Peppino Spaghetti)

Lasagna Cookie (Gustavo)

Brick Cheese Rat (Brick the Rat)

Stuffed Pepper Cookie (Pepperman)

Cowboy Queso Cookie (The Vigilante)

Peanut Bar Cookie (The Noise)

Hazelnut Bar Cookie (Noisette)

Phineas and Ferb

Salsa Chip Cookie (Phineas)

Apple Dodger Cookie (Ferb)

Salsa Cookie (Candace)

Sufganiyah Cookie (Isabella)

Blueberry Kulfi Cookie (Baljeet)

Gouda Cookie (Buford) 

Black Forest Cookie (Dr. Heinz Doofenshmirtz) 

Gateau Cookie (Vanessa)

Powerpuff Girls

Pink Lemonade Cookie (Blossom)

Sugar Cookie (Bubbles)

Basil Cookie (Buttercup) 

Magnesium Cookie (Professor Utonium)

Banana Nut Cookie (Mojo Jojo)

Devil’s Tongue Cookie (Him)

Fruit Punch Cookie (Brick)

Blue Corn Cookie (Boomer)

Nori Cookie (Butch)

Medusa Pepper Cookie (Sedusa)

Gold Truffle Cookie (Princess Morbucks)

Orange Pippin Cookie (Ms. Keane)

Pickle Cookie (Mayor)

Sauteed Broccoli Cookie (Sara Bellum)

Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja

Buffalo Sauce Cookie (Randy Cunningham)

Curly Fry Cookie (Howard Weinerman)

Sailor Moon

Marshmallow Pie Cookie (Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon)

Berry Soda Cookie (Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury)

Furikake Cookie (Rei Hino/Sailor Mars)

Tin Cookie (Makoto Kino/Sailor Jupiter)

Myrtle Cookie (Minako Aino/Sailor Venus)

Chicken Salad Cookie (Haruka Tenou/Sailor Uranus)

Saba Sashimi Cookie (Michiru Kaiou/Sailor Neptune)

Ergot Cookie (Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn)

Cypress Cookie (Setsuna Meiou/Sailor Pluto)

Tuxedo Cake Cookie (Mamoru Chiba/Tuxedo Mask)

Sanrio

Candy Apple Cookie (Hello Kitty/Kitty White)

Toffee Apple Cookie (Mimmy White)

Pink Almond Cookie (My Melody)

Blueberry Roll Cookie (Cinnamoroll)

Purin Cookie (Pompompurin)

Twin Star Cookie (Little Twin Stars)

Star Sapphire Cookie (Kiki)

Star Ruby Cookie (Lala)

Black Cherry Cookie (Kuromi)

??? (Keroppi)

??? (Tuxedo Sam)

Scooby Doo

Scooby Snack Cookie (Scooby Doo) 

Dagwood Sandwich Cookie (Norville “Shaggy” Rogers)

Sweet Potato Cookie (Velma Dinkley)

Deviled Egg Cookie (Fred Jones) 

Blueberry Cheesecake Cookie (Daphne Blake)

Concord Juice Cookie (Sibella)

Honeydew Cookie (Elsa Frankenteen)

Coney Dog Cookie (Winnie)

Ghost Pipe Cookie (Phantasma)

Babosa Cookie (Tanis)

Rosemary Cookie (Thorn)

Thyme Cookie (Dusk)

Sage Cookie (Luna)

Sonic

Caffeine Powder Cookie (Sonic)

Butter Mint Cookie (Tails)

Guarana Cookie (Knuckles)

Boiled Egg Cookie (Dr. Ivo "Eggman" Robotnick)

Pink Rose Cookie (Amy Rose)

Dark Roast Cookie (Shadow)

??? (Rouge)

??? (Silver)

??? (Big)

Royal Black Cookie (Blaze)

Carrot Cake Cookie (Cream)

Stardew Valley

Hashbrown Cookie (Alex)

Crab Cake Cookie (Elliot)

Pickle Juice Cookie (Harvey)

Cheese Pizza Cookie (Sam)

Pumpkin Soup Cookie (Sebastian)

Jalapeño Popper Cookie (Shane)

Blackberry Cobbler Cookie (Abigail)

Eggplant Cookie (Emily)

Pink Cake Cookie (Haley)

Stir Fry Cookie (Leah)

Cauliflower Cheese Cookie (Maru)

Poppy Cookie (Penny)

Teen Titans

Kale Cookie (Robin)

Coriander Cookie (Starfire)

Tofu Cookie (Beast Boy)

Clam Cookie (Cyborg)

Black Currant Cookie (Raven)

The Emperor's New Groove

Lomo Saltado Cookie (Kuzco)

Ceviche Cookie (Pacha)

Prune Cookie (Yzma)

Spinach Puff Cookie (Kronk)

Total Drama Island and Action

Arsenic Cookie (Chris McLean)

Sriracha Cookie (Chef Hatchet)

Stroganoff Cookie (Eva)

Loco Moco Cookie (Justin)

Turnip Cookie (Beth)

Cronut Cookie (Katie)

Cruller Cookie (Sadie)

Opera Cream Cookie (Trent)

Pepperoni Pizza Cookie (Geoff)

Nanaimo Bar Cookie (Owen)

Jalapeño Cookie (Duncan) 

Kumquat Cookie (Leshawna)

Black Sesame Cookie (Gwen)

Sashimi Cookie (Heather)

Samosa Cookie (Noah)

Coffee Crisp Cookie (Cody)

Seaweed Brownie Cookie (Bridgette)

Biscuit Cookie (Ezekiel)

Protein Bar Cookie (Tyler)

Galette Cookie (Lindsay)

Horchata Cookie (Courtney)

Chickpea Cookie (DJ)

Toaster Tart Cookie (Harold)

Toxic Sludge Cookie (Izzy)

Total Drama World Tour

Saffron Cookie (Alejandro)

Purple Tea Cookie (Sierra)

Total Drama Revenge of The Island

MRE Cookie (Brick) 

Black Bean Cookie (Jo)

Orzo Cookie (Mike)

Orange Blossom Cookie (Zoey)

Bay Laurel Cookie (Dawn)

Collard Greens Cookie (B)

Protein Shake Cookie (Lightning)

Chokecherry Cookie (Cameron)

Pizza Pocket Cookie (Sam)

Watercress Cookie (Dakota)

Turkey Bacon Cookie (Staci)

Gelato Cookie (Anne Maria)

Kimchi Cookie (Scott)

Total Drama Pahkitew Island

Shameplant Cookie (Beardo)

Fruity Puff Cookie (Leonard)

Red Delicious Cookie (Amy)

Red Potato Cookie (Rodney)

Gala Apple Cookie (Sammy)

Princess Cake Cookie (Ella)

Lead Cookie (Topher)

Masala Chai Cookie (Dave)

Cobalt Cookie (Scarlett)

Black Pudding Cookie (Max)

Vegemite Cookie (Jasmine)

Raspberry Crown Cookie (Sugar)

Grilled Salmon Cookie (Sky)

Cordyceps Cookie (Shawn)

Totally Spies!

Poppy Seed Cookie (Clover)

Wonton Cookie (Alex)

Veggie Chip Cookie (Sam)

Chocolate Trifle Cookie (Jerry)

Blackberry Cheesecake Cookie (Mandy)

Winx Club

Nasturtium Cookie (Bloom)

Sunflower Cookie (Stella)

Tulip Cookie (Flora)

Clerodendrum Cookie (Musa)

Coralline Algae Cookie (Tecna)

Water Lily Cookie (Aisha)

Mistletoe Cookie (Icy)

Nightshade Cookie (Darcy)

Zephyr Lily Cookie (Stormy)

The Wonderful 101

Mcintosh Red Cookie (Will Wedgewood/Wonder-Red)

Cioppino Cookie (Eliot Hooker/Wonder-Blue)

Haricot Vert Cookie (Jean-Sebastian Renault/Wonder-Green)

Papanași Cookie (Mariana Kretzulesco/Wonder-Pink)

Yellowhammer Cookie (Ivan Istochinkov/Wonder-Yellow)

White Tea Cookie (Momoe Byakkoin/Wonder-White)

Black Rice Cookie (Krishna Ramanujon/Wonder Black)

Wreck it Ralph

Pound Cake Cookie (Wreck-It Ralph)

Pecan Pie Cookie (Fix-It Felix Jr.)

Beef Jerky Cookie (Sergeant Tamora Calhoun)

Marshmallow Cereal Cookie (Vanellope Von Schweetz)

Planned Characters

Series and characters that are only considered as of now

Amazing World of Gumball

Barbie

Bug Fables

Cuphead

Ellsworld

Hi Hi Puffy AmiYumi

Pucca

Studio Ghibli

Tokyo Mew Mew

#cookie run #cookieverse

[adenial]

ʙᴀʟᴅᴜʀ's ɢᴀᴛᴇ 𝟹 ᴠᴇʀsᴇ

ㅤㅤborn to the shadow empire of netheril in the year 1410 DR , only a handful of years before the conquest of featherdale . hailing from an elite family within the empire , older members being that of the shadovar , it was instilled in lovek from a young age to be fiercely loyal to the empire & that it's expansion was a reclimation of land that was stolen . ㅤㅤhowever , lovek was also a bastard dumped on his family , born out of wedlock with someone outside of netheril , and considered a shameful addition to the family . the treatment only grew worse when it was realized lovek had no talent for magic . ㅤㅤhe was raised and trained to be a soldier , the only thing he had to offer to his family being his body and his skills in combat . from a young age he trained as a soldier , loyalty beaten into his skull , understanding that there was no other place for him to belong . ㅤㅤhis family was rather drastic with their treatment of the young child , and their final test of his capabilities was even more so . ㅤㅤleft and abandoned in the bordering forest near the desertsmouth mountains , lovek's final task to prove his usefulness was to track down and kill a bear with nothing but his own hands . ㅤㅤfor nigh a fortnight , he hunted . growing weaker and weaker by the day , he played a game of cat and mouse with a beast he had located , until starvation would take one of them . ㅤㅤit lasted a month . lovek weak , and frail , in desperation sharpened his nails , cut for himself a knife , made weaponry of anything he could . ㅤㅤhe killed the bear as was ordered of him . with his own bare hands , after struggling with the weakened creature , he ripped it apart , and sat on the ground in silence to bask in a victory that didn't feel won . ㅤㅤin the silence , it spoke . from the very ground did the roots begin to move , twining 'round the fallen bear , rooting itself in it's wounds , patching itself together once more . ㅤㅤit would be like a god , to take this ill - earned victory and laugh in the poor child's face . the bear rose again , full of life and breath once again , appearing that it's broken form was fully healed . ㅤㅤand it spoke to him . it spoke of it's purpose , how it wept at the thought of death itself . how all things within it's reach should flourish , whether graceful or malign . ㅤㅤand lovek , most importantly , would flourish as well . ㅤㅤwith a touch of thorns , it taught a world completely unknown to lovek -- of nature , of it's balances , of how limiting such balance was . it taught him everything , it's roots moving to live within the chambers of his heart . ㅤㅤlovek did not return to his home after that day , for victory was not achieved . he had failed his final test , for the abundance of life had another way .

ㅤㅤbasically , lovek is a homebrew druid . chosen of the abundance , his entire life is dedicated to the protection of everything . evil ? good ? doesn't matter . if the abundance loves it , lovek will love it . because of this , he does have special abilities . ㅤㅤalsooo , he has been known to join new circles every once in a while , though eventually i think they grow suspicious of his ideals when thinking of balance and nature . ㅤㅤlovek is still 'viera' kinda , but he was born an elf and just developed bunny features because of his nature . is that a good enough explanation ? no ! but bunny he will stay gdi . ㅤㅤwhere is he in baldur's gate ? probaaabblyyy at the circle in act 1 , or maybe shadowfell , whatever floats y'alls boats . ㅤㅤㅤㅤspecial abilities : able to create monsters , if there are dead nearby . their bodies become filled with roots and branches and come back to life with the power of abundance , though driven insane . ㅤㅤㅤㅤcan sprout plants from under his flesh . don't ask how or why . winky face . ㅤㅤㅤㅤif he dies in combaatttt , after a day or so his body will dissapear :)) for why who knows . ㅤㅤㅤㅤhe does have wildshapes ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ1. turns into a borzoi ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2. becomes a ball python ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ3. turns into a giant stag ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ4. bunny ....

#that was long #and will be edited as need be! #scroll to the bottom if you dont want to read an eyeful #cw animal death #cw animal body horror #????? #the bottom part has the quick explanation so weheee #bg3 verse .

[notknotnot]

It’s too hot outside…

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#my art #digital art #myart #drawing #procreate #illustration #character design #tattoos #wear your masks #bunnies bears roses skulls

[katia4141]

All kinds of new cute earrings, pins, and stickers on my shop! Link is in my Bio and as always THANK YOU to everyone who shares, likes, comments, and visits the shop! 💕 . . . . #polymerclay #clay #etsy #stickers #smallbusiness #handmade #art #crafts #artsandcrafts #jewelry #floral #colorful #rose #skull #goth #cute #bee #easter #bunny #bear #animals #kawaii #pin #earrings #stud #studearring #etsyseller https://www.instagram.com/p/CbdA6MWLIf-/?utm_medium=tumblr

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[angiestown]

Animal Crossing Town Name Ideas - Updated

I made this post last week with the assumption that town names in NH would be limited to 8 characters like in previous games. After today’s direct, we know that towns can have at least 10 letter names! I decided to update this list to include 6 and 7 letter words because of the new flexibility those two extra letters add (along with more short words that I didn’t think of the first time). Just choose 2-3 words you like that add up to 10 letters or less, and you’ve got a town name!

Island/Water words:

3 letters: Bay, Sea, Wet, Eel

4 letters: Isle, Tide, Dock, Port, Boat, Ship, Sand, Lake, Flow, Damp, Pond, Palm

5 letters: Shore, Shell, Beach, Pearl, Ocean, Moist, River, Water, Coral

6 letters: Cruise, Summer, Bubble, Harbor, Marine

7 letters: Seaweed, Mermaid, Harbour

Animal words:

3 letters: Cat, Dog, Paw, Cow, Cub, Pig, Fox, Zoo

4 letters: Fish, Frog, Bird, Wing, Tail, Lion, Bull, Deer, Bear, Duck, Goat, Crab, Horn, Wolf, Gull, Tuna

5 letters: Horse, Bunny, Tiger, Eagle, Hippo, Koala, Kitty, Puppy, Mouse, Moose, Rhino, Sheep, Shark, Whale

6 letters: Rabbit, Monkey, Badger, Parrot, Salmon

7 letters: Firefly

Forest words:

3 letters: Oak, Nut, Dew, Sap, Elm, Fir

4 letters: Wood, Weed, Seed, Bark, Tree, Fall, Leaf, Root, Vine, Pine, Bush, Moss, Dirt, Snail

5 letters: Maple, Field, Acorn, Grass, Nymph, Plant, Wheat, Swamp, Cliff, Birch, Cedar

6 letters: Acacia, Nutmeg, Willow, Mildew, Canopy, Cotton, Spruce, Walnut

7 letters: Hemlock, Hickory

Flower words:

3 letters: Bug, Bee

4 letters: Rose, Lily, Bulb, Iris, Puff

5 letters: Bloom, Tulip, Spring, Cosmo, Pansy, Daisy, Honey, Poppy, Lilac, Lotus, Peony

6 letters: Violet, Spring, Bumble, Beetle, Garden

7 letters: Blossom, Ladybug

Food words:

3 letters: Pit, Cup, Egg, Pie, Bun, Tea

4 letters: Pear, Sour, Lime, Plum, Cake, Milk, Bean, Farm, Bake, Cook, Roll, Mint, Tart

5 letters: Apple, Peach, Lemon, Berry, Fruit, Sweet, Grape, Mango, Sugar, Jelly, Cream, Layer, Candy, Mince, Fudge, Donut, Pecan, Toast

6 letters: Banana, Potato, Carrot

7 letters: Dessert, Mustard, Cupcake

Sky/Weather words:

3 letters: Sky, Sun, Day, Ray, Fog, Sol

4 letters: Moon, Star, Rain, Dark, Wind, Drop, Mist, Warm, Luna, Gust

5 letters: Night, Cloud, Shine, Light, Foggy, Comet, Storm, Dream

6 letters: Cosmos, Breeze, Meteor, Bright

7 letters: Thunder, Eclipse, Rainbow

Winter words:

3 letters: Ice, Nip

4 letters: Snow, Slip, Bite, Cold, Coat, Yule, Noel, Cozy

5 letters: Frost, Chill, Flake, Holly, Jolly, Slush, Polar, Scarf

6 letters: Winter, Tundra, Aurora, Toasty, Mitten, Arctic

7 letters: Snowman

Colours:

3 letters: Red

4 letters: Blue, Aqua, Teal, Pink, Navy, Grey, Gray, Cyan, Gold, Jade

5 letters: Black, Green, Brown, White, Amber, Color, Azure, Ivory, Blush

6 letters: Purple, Silver, Golden, Ginger

7 letters: Crimson, Saffron, Verdant

Months:

3 letters: May

4 letters: June, July

5 letters: March, April

6 letters: August

7 letters: January, October

Music words:

3 letters: Tap

4 letters: Tune, Beat, Drum, Sing, Song, Sung, Bell

5 letters: Music, Flute, Rhyme, Choir, Tempo, Strum

6 letters: Chorus, Melody, Rhythm 

7 letters: Harmony

Spooky words:

3 letters: Urn, Ash, Bat, Web, Sad, Rib

4 letters: Goth, Bone, Jack, Grim, Crow, Scar, Cage, Tomb, Weep, Wail

5 letters: Ghost, Quiet, Witch, Death, Mummy, Demon, Devil, Raven, Skull, Scare, Ghoul, Grief, Blood, Scary, Haunt, Grave

6 letters: Spooky, Creepy, Autumn, Plague, Broken

7 letters: Pumpkin, Lantern, Haunted, Twisted, Weeping

Rocks and Gems:

3 letters: Jet

4 letters: Rock, Ruby, Onyx, Opal

5 letters: Stone, Agate, Amber, Beryl, Flint, Lapis, Nacre, Topaz

6 letters: Marble, Basalt, Gypsum, Garnet, Jasper, Quartz, Lazuli, Spinel

7 letters: Citrine, Diamond, Emerald, Peridot

Other:

3 letters: Row, Way, Tip, Top, Low, Out, Run, New, Old, Big, Rip, Fly

4 letters: York, Lane, High, East, West, Over, Road, Trim, Past, Slow, Tiny, Gift, Land, Cape, Comb, King, Well, Wild, Town, City, Fire

5 letters: South, North, Under, Short, Small, Range, Crown, Glory, Peace, Queen, Speed, Angel, Happy, Ville, Cross, Sword

6 letters: Desert, Canyon, Castle, Battle, Shield, Steady

7 letters: Welcome, Glimmer, Slipper, Glitter, Unicorn

#animal crossing new horizons #acnh #animal crossing #guide #tyvm @beacon-of-chaos for a lot of these new words!!! #some of your words I had to google to figure out what section they'd go under lmao #I also spent my break at work writing down as many as I could in those 15 minutes

[gentlemancrow]

Written in the Stars Will Have to Do

OK so I saw @hey-there-hunter ‘s JMart Wedding Challenge and I pretty much fan ficced immediately??  Like it was an instantaneous plot bunny that stabbed me in the brain and would not let me free until I made it exist.  SO HERE YOU GO!  Read it here or head on over to AO3 below!  And enjoy some unapologetically aggressive fluff with weddings!  Also subtitled someday Crow will stop abusing excessive astral imagery and symbolism for extended metaphors, but today is not that day.

Read on AO3 instead!

Written in the Stars Will Have to Do

Jonathan Sims always thought of himself as a man with a deep appreciation for the great literature of the world.  A passionate turn of phrase, crystalline motes of clear imagery like snowflakes reflecting light in his mental scape, a devastating contemplation on the nature of good and evil in the hearts of all mankind, everything that could express the beauty and tragedy of the world in ways he never could.  Prose was a bright paintbrush on a ragged canvas of the universe he had known from an early age was swathed in shadow and pain and evil, and those words on those pages, for at least a moment, were another world he could hold in his hands, could cradle and protect, could mourn.  He liked the power of them as well, of the tinkling brightness of alliteration, the oaky sophistication of a well-aged metaphor, the evocativeness of the idiosyncrasy in a simple simile, laying bare truths in ways he never could have articulated for himself.

There was one thing he could not abide by in language, however, one cardinal sin liable to besmirch any piece of lush and sparkling verse or prose and taint it forever.  And that was idioms.

Jon loathed idioms and their dismally quirky cliches dressed in familiarity’s tacky clothing almost as much as he hated spiders.  Perhaps it was something about their reliance on common knowledge and repetition.  He couldn’t bear reading the same book twice, or even a book that felt too familiar, it only made sense that hearing a hackneyed phrase repeated in that awful singsong sardonic tone of someone who knows full well they’re saying something asinine that has been repeated ad nauseum for millennia would scrape at the back of his skull and down his spine.  They were too whimsical and blasé, crutch words for when one’s limited lexicon came up empty, or worse, for ill comedic effect.  They reinforced that staunchly English notion of skirting about the true depth and breadth of emotion for clipped niceties and unfeeling banalities.  Idioms to him were mere verbal window boxes, colorful and meaningless, dressings for untold disasters behind the shining windows they peacocked before.  

He hated them all with vaguely equal rancor, but there was one he could definitely single out as the one he hated the most, and that was the one about hanging the moon.  Such and such thinks you hung the moon, to me you hung the moon, and so on.  This particular rhetorical felony attracted his wrath only marginally because any moon symbolism never failed to feel outlandish and infantile, a mawkish image of love and care rampant in nursery rhymes and cheap commercialized slogans for t-shirts and wall art.  That was the least of it.  He hated the idea of hanging the moon mostly because once, another lifetime ago now it seemed, Tim Stoker had lobbed it in his face in a fit of smoldering rage and he had been completely, complacently, ignorant of its magnitude.  

Funny thing was, he couldn’t even remember what the actual fight had been about any longer.  Though he could remember exactly where he was standing, cornered next to the file cabinet for the year 1985, January through February, and the label had been peeling up on the upper left-hand corner.  He remembered he’d discovered a hole in the elbow of his jumper that morning and he had been obsessing over it all day, fussing with the dangling green thread and tugging at the knit as if it might magically close the wound.  He’d put his finger clean through it with his arms crossed haughtily over his chest without even realizing he’d been fiddling with it when something flippant about Martin came out of his mouth.  It hadn’t even been cruel, he couldn’t even remember how Martin had come up in the argument in the first place, he could only remember Tim’s mouth moving like he wanted to say something else, then him forcibly stopping himself before he snarled.

“Yeah well, god knows why, but he thinks you hung the moon, so you might try treating him at the very least like a human being once in a while.”

It was such a small thing.  Small words for a small feeling cloaked in a chintzy veneer of idiomatic dismissal.  A trembling little bird cupped in his scarred and battered hands and smothered.  Or so he thought.  Sometimes trembling little birds turn out to be phoenixes, and those who looked to someone else to hang the comfort of a wise, silvery moon in the sky already have the hammer and the picture wire at the ready.

As far as Jon was concerned, the moon only rose on their Somewhere Else because Martin deigned to pull the strings every night, not him.

It was Martin who brought him tea every morning, set it down on the breakfast table with that little flip of the tag and the deft, one-fingered turn of the handle toward him.  It was Martin who scolded him because whites are a separate load, Jon, were you raised in a barn?  Martin who talked him through every episode of the Doctor Who reruns that were the only thing their ancient aerial could pick up.  Martin who planted flowers in the garden and brought muffins from the sweet old lady at the grocers because they traded baking recipes.  Martin who still looked at him with diaphanous pools of ethereal moonlight in his eyes and his smile like he alone hung it in the sky over his head to wash him in its radiance.

Even after everything.

Even after it had been Martin who had to hold the knife buried in his chest as he lay gasping wetly for breath in an alleyway in Another Chelsea to keep the hemorrhaging at bay.  Martin who had cupped his face in his bloody hands with tears streaming down his and forced him to focus, furious love blazing in his sea mist eyes as they locked with his, screaming at him and him only, heedless of anything else.

“Look at me.  LOOK at me, Jon!  Stay with me!  Stay with me, DAMN YOU!”

Stay with me had not been a plea, it had been a command.  He had never once said please because it was never an option.  Shivering, breathing blood through his teeth, the streetlights a fading, star studded halo in Martin’s strawberry blond curls be damned, he was right.  Against every tangled thread of fate twisted deep into his flesh, or perhaps because they had been the only thing that held his torn innards together, he made it to the part where he awoke a few fractured times to nothingness, and then to fingers he knew every inch of inextricably bound up in his and a fierce whisper in his ear.

“I’m here, Jon.  I’m still here.  I’ve got you.  I’m going to fix this.  I’m going to get us out of here.  We’re going to be okay.”

It had been Martin who orchestrated their clandestine escape from the hospital the moment they both agreed he was well enough to survive under his rudimentary medical care and before the authorities got too invested in an urban ghost story of two men who didn’t exist.  Not to mention one of which should, by all medical and logical law, be dead.  It had been Martin who had stolen the necessary antibiotics, drugs, and wound care supplies, Martin who had picked enough pockets to buy passage on a midnight train to the only place they could think to go, and expressly told Jon not to ask where he learned how, even though he knew full well he would later.  Martin who had fought for everything and kept him hidden and safe while he lay in a dingy hotel room somewhere in Scotland, drifting in and out of consciousness between kisses, cold compresses, spoonfuls of whatever he could get him to swallow and keep down, and desperate ‘I love you’s.

Martin had been the one who hung the moon even on the nights Jon couldn’t see it, just so he knew it was there, that the light might finally guide him home.  Not him.  He could have never done something so selfless and simple and beautiful.  No not him.  Not The Archivist.  How could he have ever known that?  Stupid, myopic, pedantic, all-seeing and blind.  A blustering, sanctimonious Tiresias in a sweater vest and half-moon glasses.  And how important was the moon, anyway that he was expected to hang it too?  Would not night still come and the stars still shine?  The stupid, vapid saying should have been about the sun anyway.  Something that nourished and guided and warmed.  Not the moon.  Not the thing of night and hungry wolves and quiet loneliness.  Not a thing of the darkness they fought and still not won, not exactly, not in a way that mattered.  How could he have known the weight of such a thoughtless, frivolous, meaningless phrase and how far and how long Martin had borne it for him to protect he who hung his moon?  

He could see the weight of it so clearly now.  He could see it especially on the darkest days, which came, in grotesque mockery, the moment they found something like their safehouse and rest at last.  Jon had conned his way into a job at the village library with an ancient head librarian who didn’t care much for too many questions, or background or credit checks, and was more than happy to pay in cash.  With Martin’s help of course.  Martin himself had taken up stocking at the village grocers, and their life had teetered onto something so close to quaint and normal it suddenly laid bare the gravity of the depths of darkness they had escaped.

No longer did they have to run, no longer did they have to fight, they could finally lay down the chase and curl in upon each other to lick their wounds in quiet.  But without the driving, primal instinct to live, to survive, that ushered in the days where all the hurt came back to roost and brood and fester.  The days where he couldn’t bring himself to get out of bed, or the days Martin couldn’t bear the sound of his voice, or the days they shouted themselves hoarse, stormed apart for hours then came back, silent and broken, red-eyed and exhausted to hold each other and weep into the spaces between neck and shoulder where it still smelled like love and home.

He could see so painfully clearly the toll following him to the ends of the cosmos and back had etched its marks into his goodness, his body and soul, see how often he would walk down the road from their cabin, just a little ways, to stand on the heather spotted hills and gaze out into the frigid infinity of the gray sea.  Cold terror would grip him then, incite a desperate want to run after him, to throw his arms around him and bring him home, but also the fear it would only be to have him turn to mist and slip through his fingers forever.  He always had a cup of steaming tea waiting for him when he came back, just in case.

But again, and always.  It was Martin who would pick up Jon’s hands, kiss every slender, scarred finger through his tears and be the first one to utter ‘I’m sorry.’  Martin who told him with just a single scathing flash of stern blue eyes and not a single word uttered that he was certainly coming to bed and not banishing himself to the couch like an idiot.  Martin who wrapped him in his arms and warmth and boundless love and reminded him, “One way or another.  Together.  That was the deal, right?  You don’t get to back out now.  No returns, refunds, or exchanges, I’m afraid.”

And even through the deepest sobs he would find the laugh Jon didn’t think was in him.  Martin sifted through the mire and the muck and held fast to the tiny, shining things so easy to lose in the darkness.  Things Jon was certain were lost forever, only to be reignited and hung in the brightening sky of their story.  Even if they weren’t quite the moon yet.

It had also been Martin who, on a perfectly ordinary day, on a simple walk through the local farmers market, stopped to peruse one of the usual unremarkable stalls filled with crystals and oils and trinkets.  Jon had wandered off to procure the parsnips and the strawberries, unrelated recipes Martin swore, he had been tasked with finding.  When he returned he found him, a radiant monument tall among the faceless locals, rusty curls caressing his face in the salty breeze, carved of marble and rose quartz and gazing down at a pair of hematite rings on a velvet display box.  His eyes were distant, but not in the enthralled, disembodied way they were when he looked at the sea, or the broken way when they weren’t speaking, but in the contemplative, regarding of puzzle pieces way when he would look into the fire during their talks and turn his words in his mind over and over again like a rock tumbler until they were polished just right.

“Getting into crystals now, are we?” Jon had joked, “Surely I’m not so dull to be around that that’s becoming an attractive hobby.”

Martin snorted and shook his head.

“Supposed to mean healing, or grounding, or something.  Aligning your meridians, I think the lady said?  Whatever that means,” he elaborated, reaching out to touch.

They clinked weightily together, thick and glossy and the dark astral gray of a moonless night.  Martin turned over the card that went with them and read.

“’A grounding stone that belongs to the planet Mars.  It strengthens our connections to the earth and aids the warrior on their journey.  It is a stone of invincibility, but also fragility.  It balances yin and yang energies with its magnetic properties for the perfect reflection upon one’s own soul, astral, physical, and spiritual.’”

“Hematite, is it?” Jon asked, “Also more commonly called bloodstone.  You know if you scratch it, it leaves a red mark.  Like it’s bleeding.  Watch.”

He picked up one of the rings and firmly ran it down the corner of the card Martin had been reading from.  Sure enough, the black stone had left a faint, but starkly crimson mark on the yellowed paper.

“It BLEEDS?” Martin exclaimed in horror.

“It’s just a kind of iron oxide, so, rust, basically,” Jon explained with a chuckle, “Kind of weirdly romantic if you think about it?  This intimidating shiny black stone like armor, made of iron to boot, but with a bleeding heart at its core.”

“I just thought it was pretty, I didn’t know it bleeds,” Martin had laughed in that incredulous way he always did when Jon was telling him something he didn’t actually want to know, but appreciated anyway.

“I find that the strongest, prettiest things often do,” Jon had said in reply.  He remembered saying that particularly clearly, waxing poetic, feeling a swell of affection for the hugely beautiful man he leaned against and was adorably aghast at bleeding rocks.

“Yeah, I reckon they do,” Martin murmured back.

And then his cheeks had flushed bright red under his freckles and the stone steps of his shoulders crumbled a bit under the crushing ancientness and vastness of what he had originally been pondering.

“So, I mean, before you spoiled it with the blood thing.  I was thinking… Well, I was just having a browse and I saw these and I thought they were quite fetching, and then the lady told me they meant grounding and healing and a journey, like on the card.  A-And there were two of them, all by themselves, and everything else was so colorful and flashy these were just so… Um.  Maybe the blood and rusty iron thing makes it more poetic now, actually?  I don’t know.  Sorry I-  This sounded so much better in my head.”

It wasn’t his fault, Jon remembered thinking.  Martin couldn’t find the words because there weren’t any.  Not in this universe or any other.  Not for what they’d gone through, and especially not for what they meant to each other.

“I guess I was just thinking.  If… I bought one.  And wore it.  Sort of like.  Um.  You know.  Would… Would you-?” he had asked, his voice trembling.

Jon had never said yes, yes of course he would, faster or with more conviction in his life.  And there was that look again, rising from the ashes, that flooding of golden, unbound love and light, of eyes turned sky blue, of looking at the man who hung his moon in the sky come back to him.  He could still hang Martin’s moon all over again after so many nights of black clouds and darkness, even if it was only paper.  They’d paid for the rings in rumpled bills, exchanged them right then and there, and kissed each other as the crowd of oblivious people in a world they did not belong in flowed like a river around them.  Jon forgot the bag with the parsnips and strawberries.

But it didn’t matter.  It didn’t even matter that Martin’s fit nicely on his ring finger, but Jon had to wear his on his thumb, and even then sometimes on a chain around his neck for fear of losing it.  It didn’t matter that it was the closest thing they were ever going to get to a proposal and a wedding, consigned now forever to the shadows in a borrowed reality with only each other.  Because it was theirs, and they could begin to figure out how their broken pieces fit back together again.

But like most things that don’t matter, it didn’t until it did.

It began as simple things.  Seeing a wedding on some program they weren’t actually paying much attention to and Martin making a flippant, innocuous comment as he combed his fingers lovingly through Jon’s long and silvered chestnut hair in his lap about how he would have loved to have a cake that had a different flavor on every tier at their wedding.  Just so everyone could have something they liked.  And Jon woke up from his half catlike stupor and looked up at him with such aching regret as those words settled into the pit of his heart alongside ‘he thinks you hung the moon.’  

And soon they began to gather a collection of completely innocent remarks that ran the gamut from ‘would they have worn black or white?  Or one of each?  I don’t know… does it really matter?  And were these engagement rings or wedding rings?  I don’t know.  Neither?  both?  And do we say husband instead of boyfriend now?  Fiancé?  Whatever you want, Martin…’ To the heavier, cancerous weights that sank to the bottom of his gut, even below hanging the moon, like ‘I know Tim would have thrown the most amazing bachelor party for both of us, and his mum had always talked about him getting married someday like it was a farfetched pipe dream, but she would be happy for them, he thinks.’

He could never answer those questions.  There was too much at stake, too much finality and familiarity in them, a strange weightlessness in a world that weighed far too much.  The sun and moon continued their eternal dance of time, ignorant, unbothered, but Jon kept collecting those silent debts of normal life, secreting them away in a hidden singularity in his heart that only grew heavier and metastasized farther the more times Martin walked out at night, not him, beaming starlight from his eyes and his fingertips, to hang the moon again.  So soft, so full of wooly cows and pink heather and the smell of tea and sea salt and Martin’s shampoo on the pillow next to him did it become, that it was almost inevitable that one morning Jon awoke absolutely convinced none of it could be real.  

The moment he decided that, everything made so much more sense.  He could breathe again.  There was a reason he could never sit still, never just feel at ease or talk about the future like it was a real thing that could still happen.  He knew why the silence made his brain itch and why he still glanced around corners and glowered at anyone who dared let their gaze linger on his Martin too long.  Why Martin’s ring fit and his didn’t.  There was too much debt to the universe to be paid, too many broken promises, too many corpses in his wake, he had done nothing to deserve this idyllic life of love and peace and smallness and Martin.  It had to be Her doing, It’s doing, some carefully woven torture chamber that would lure them to the apex of their joy, the center of the web, where they would just be devoured over and over to empty husks and set up like chess pieces to fill with love and light just to knock down again.  He wasn’t free after all.

Jon had been halfway into his coat and halfway out the door to do, he didn’t know, something, anything, to go to the library to use their computer and research something he didn’t know he was looking for when Martin had seized his hand and whirled him around.

“Jon.  STOP.  It’s over.”

And he’d stopped.  He’d looked into those baleful blue eyes, fallen into their depths, landed on the precipice of madness, and broken.  It wasn’t over.  Not for him.  He finally understood.  It was still there.  The Eye.  It always had been.  Though not really, he understood slowly as he wept on his knees in their doorway into Martin’s chest, it had indeed closed forever on him, but it lingered as distant static, like a phantom limb, a metaphysical itch that could never be scratched.  Martin had cradled him close and listened, listened so patiently as he ripped the jagged black fear from the deepest, ugliest part of his heart, hauled it up bloody and messy from his throat and finally laid it bare for both of them to see.  And when it was done and he couldn’t cry anymore Martin had locked eyes with him in a way that made him forget any others could have ever existed outside of crystalline blue and filled with moonlight.

“Listen to me.  I know you think you have some cosmic burden to bear.  That you’re still wearing some… some fucked up crown and sitting on a throne of skulls and death and eyeballs or whatever image you want to put there, and that you have to sit and hurt and watch over everything so it doesn’t happen again, but...  Sorry, Jon, but that’s bullshit.  It’s just a scar now.  That’s all.  Just like the rest of them.  Ugly and beautiful and proof that you —Jonathan Sims— are still alive.  And you are not The Archivist anymore.  You’re just mine.  My Jon.”

He’d held his Jon’s stunned face in his hands and peppered kisses over the pock marks in his skin, over the slash on his throat, the burnt fingers that still couldn’t bend quite right, even the one on his chest, the one almost always hidden by fabric but the one he didn’t need to see to find.  His heart and fingers would always remember exactly where it was.  And he’d kept his lips there a moment, then turned his ear to his chest and wrapped his arms around his waist to listen to his heartbeat like a trembling little bird.

“If I can hear it and feel it.  So can you,” he whispered.

Unsteady fingers curled desperately into Martin’s silky locks, hematite loop cool against his scalp, “Thank you…”

Martin stayed for the kiss on top of his head he knew was coming and smiled.

“Okay, so it’s simple to fix if you think about it,” he murmured into Jon’s chest, “We just need that thing, you know?  The thing that makes you feel like you’re still doing the thing, but you’re not.  What was the word for it again?  A placeholder?  Like when you quit smoking and you hold a pencil or a straw or something that’s not actually a cigarette so you can wean yourself off the ritual?”

Jon blinked owlishly down at him as he dried his eyes.

“A… placebo?  Are you talking about a placebo?”

“Yeah!  That’s it!  We just need to find you a placebo for Knowing things!  That’s all.  Like… reality shows, or-or zoo cams or something!  We’ll figure it out together.  Alright, love?  I promise you.  It’ll be okay.”

Jon was skeptical, so very skeptical, but if Martin was determined to find a balm to soothe his jagged, ontological scars he would happily play the part of lab rat for him.  They’d tried a myriad things to replicate the feeling of Knowing and looking something deep within him still craved.  The zoo and animal livestreams were a bust, cute and entertaining as they were, but animals weren’t ever the purview of The Eye and the camera itself was barely a scrap.  Reality shows came closer, the more salacious the better, but even that temporary fix wore off when Jon’s disgust with the overall content and participants outweighed any benefit.  Martin was just happy to have finally converted him to Bake Off, at least.  They tried people watching in the square in the village, but it made Jon far too self-conscious and guilty.  He used the binoculars exactly once, and that was to look at the cows in the fields, and the choose-your-own-adventure books Martin had been certain would strike a sagacious chord wound up in the donation bin at the library.  But that was when he was struck with a bolt of genius.

Unbeknownst to Jon, which brought him no small measure of glee, Martin ordered, received, and then set up with a literal bow in their back garden the finest telescope he could afford on his meager savings.  He’d researched for days, asked on every amateur astronomer forum he could find, and had it delivered to the grocers so he could make it a proper surprise.  He’d even gone so far as to attack and blindfold a hapless Jon the moment he made it home from work on the day it was ready, and stood behind him giddily bouncing as he tore the tea towel away from his eyes.

“A… Telescope?” he’d blurted dumbly.

“Yes!  It’s perfect, right?  I asked around to find the one that had all the best features, and this one has the best overall magnification and the most lenses, but it doesn’t have the little satellite positioning thing?  I figured you wouldn’t want that anyway, you always like figuring things out and finding things on your own better.”

Martin had been positively radiant.  Jon had just stared at the gawping black tube and chewed the inside of his cheek as he processed what to say.

“I mean… thank you, Martin, really.  It was a sweet thought, but if the binoculars didn’t-“

“Screw the binoculars!  This is different!” Martin happily insisted, “You can look at so much more!  Stars and planets and galaxies and what have you, and it can maybe be sort of like you’re looking for other worlds?  Wormholes or whatever?  Or signs of The Fears and where they’ve gone?  Or even if the stars are the same here as they were back before?  Space literally has so many things to LOOK at we can’t even count them!  This has got to be it!”

Jon tried to smile and laugh and agree to try it out, at the very least, if only because Martin was beaming so sweetly with pride and hope.  Though that first night he didn’t, ushering them back in with promises of tomorrow, Martin, I promise tomorrow.  Tomorrow had been a lie.  As had been the next night.  In fact, it took Jon a full week to even remember they even had a telescope, and that was only after getting the smuggest, Cheshire grin out of Martin after casually mentioning there would be a visible, if partial, lunar eclipse that night.  He’d relented, only because he’d entrapped himself, and they’d both bundled up, looked in the manual for the best size lens to view the moon with, poured a few glasses of wine, and turned their eyes to the stars.

Martin had gone first, gripping the eyepiece and adjusting the focus all the while gasping in awe.  It was so beautiful he’d burst into poetry with a crooked grin.

“Art thou pale for weariness?  Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth, wandering companionless among the stars that have a different birth, and ever changing, like a joyless eye that finds no object worth its constancy?  Sounds a little familiar, eh?” he joked, casting a wry look over his shoulder.

Jon rolled his eyes fondly.

“Gross.  Keats again?”

“Nope, Shelley this time, and even he thinks you ought to have a look at the moon.  I think you’ll find you have a lot in common.”

Jon had sighed obligingly and shuffled to the telescope, fully expecting to look at something bright and round with a bit of a shadow on it that was distinctly unremarkable, have another glass of wine, and then go back inside to snuggle by the fire.  What he saw in that tiny pinhole of light pierced straight through the hazel brown of his eye and plunged him into another world entirely.

The sands of the moon glowed the purest white in the refracted light of the distant sun with which it waltzed.  He could see in crisp, shadowy relief the innumerable scars she bore, the depth and breadth of Ptolemaeus, the boundless lonely flatness of the maria, named for the oceans they were once thought to be, an insult to the rock plains forged a millennia ago in birth by cataclysmic fire.  Every crater remained wrought in perfect, frozen detail with no erosion or foliage to slowly heal them over, and she beamed them proudly, ostentatiously in her heavenly light.  A hulking, ancient protectorate, hung by the hands of creation at the dawn of time for a fledgling planet, hundreds of thousands of miles away, and yet so crystal clear and unafraid as he perused her millions of years of cosmic sentinel through a lens.  It was dwarfing, humbling, viscerally awe inspiring in a way he dared not voice for fear of snuffing out the fragile glow of wonder and excitement welling in his chest he had been so certain was gone forever.

Astronomy had never been something that had particularly interested Jon, back when his entire reality from the moment his childish hands had touched a single book was spent peering into shadows and watching his own back.  There was no point in wondering what lay among the stars when danger and death lurked so close behind with slavering jaws ever poised at his throat on terra firma, but now.  Now, he had been living in an alternate world, dimension, reality, somewhere, he couldn’t even say for sure.  He’d been hurled potentially through the very stars that twinkled coquettishly above, flashed through their nebulous veils and curtains under their indifferent gaseous gazes, but seen nothing.  Here was a vast expanse of complete chaotic indefiniteness inviting him in to see what few had ever seen, to guess and hypothesize and gesture wildly at secrets only the stars could keep.  To Know.

Jon had jerked back so suddenly from the telescope to survey the entirety of the astral dome above them that Martin had choked on his wine.

“Jon?  Are you quite alright?”

“Yes, I…” he’d murmured, only even half hearing that Martin had said anything at all, stars reflected in his wondering dark eyes, “I’m fine, I just… How… How much more can this see?  How deep does it go?”

Jon hadn’t seen the victorious smirk on Martin’s face as he set down his wine glass and picked up the instruction manual and lens guide.  They’d watched the rest of the eclipse, of course, marveling through the lens at the inky trickle of shadow over craggy white, but then they’d changed the lens to the strongest one, according to the guide, and spent the rest of the evening triangulating their position beneath their slice of the universe and plotting out the various stars, planets, and constellations above.  Jon had even dashed inside to grab a mostly blank notebook and had filled several pages with notes and observations and things to research later, all while Martin held back tears watching him come so alive over a project he didn’t even know he needed.  Eventually though, sleepiness and cold claimed him, and he kissed his beloved goodnight and left him, more than gladly, to ride out the intellectual flare up until it burnt both him and itself out.  

Martin had no clue what time it was when he finally returned, and it didn’t even matter.  All that mattered was at some point, a practically frozen Jon had climbed into bed, snuggled up close behind and wrapped his arms around him to kiss the back of his neck so softly like the wings of a butterfly and whisper.

“Thank you.”

Another victorious smirk and a loving murmur.

“Told you so.”

Where there had been nothing but an Eye shaped hole in him, scarred around the edges and aching in its vacuum, Jon had filled it with the names of nebulas and quasars, of the myth of Andromeda, and Orion, and Castor and Pollux, or Hercules, and why they had all been hung in the stars for eternity.  The stories were much the same as he remembered, but he’d found slight eccentricities, tiny irregularities in the sky which fascinated him even more so.  Night after night he would look at a different astral body, chart it down in his notebook, then come bounding in with starlight beaming from his eyes and his fingertips with some cry of eureka.

“Martin!  Did you know here Polaris is in the south and Sirius is in the north?”

“Martin!  Did you know the Andromeda Galaxy is actually a little closer to the Milky Way here?”

“Martin, you have to come see this!  Oh, no it’s not weird this time, it’s just I finally got Saturn in the telescope and you can actually see the rings!”

His nightly herald would always be different, but Martin would always rise from the comfort of the couch, put his slippers on, and let Jon talk as long as he needed to about his latest discovery, watching him smile again while he, too, watched the matching smile it never failed to ignite illuminate Martin’s face and they lit each other up in the fused brilliance of a binary star.

Martin no longer hung the moon for Jon, he’d finally just up and quite literally given it to him, and there was no mortal way to repay him for that.  Or so he’d thought.  It came to him, as most flashes of brilliance do, on a night he hadn’t even been thinking about it at all.  All he had been doing was sitting in a lawn chair with his telescope long after Martin had gone to bed, chewing his pencil idly, vaguely missing a cigarette and pondering notes on Vega and Lyra between watching it through his lens.  He’d been stuck for days on Vega and its potentiality for another solar system and what that could imply for their new Earth and their new sun, as well as Lyra and the tragic tale of Orpheus and his doomed love.  Even in their new reality he still turned back at the end of the story, still could not contain the roiling, effusive adoration to his own downfall.

Bitterness had risen like bile in the back of Jon’s throat as he replayed the myth again in his head, unsure why it was vexing him and rewinding in his brain so torturously.  “Stupid, stupid man, if he’d only just…” he’d thought again and again, each time giving the star-crossed musician a different decision, a different choice, urging him down another path somewhere, anywhere along his journey, but in the end, he’d always looped back around to the original.  It was the point of the story, after all.  Not so much the love itself or even the loss of it, but the power of it over one man and the creation born from his mourning and eventual destruction.  Patently Greek.  But the chorus would always begin again in Jon’s head.  If he’d kept his Eurydice, if his songs had been happy, if he hadn’t spent the rest of his life mourning so intensely he was eventually destroyed for it, would he have become the paragon of healing he was, the oracle, the lynchpin of the fate of the world he had eventually become?  Which of them was the stupider man?

Jon was only mortal now, he was no longer all-seeing oracle and dark savior, he had no authority to say, but it was a trifle easier to ponder the hubris of Orpheus instead of his own.  He couldn’t help but think, achingly, sometimes the heroes just deserved to pull their beloved from the pit of Tartarus, promise to love them for eternity, and then simply get married, ride off into the sunset, and live happily ever after.  A story wasn’t a story if it didn’t write itself upon the very bones and sinews of its heroes, that was the law of the universe, but when the story was done and the cracks and fissures in their tissues had faded to myth and legend, what became of the heroes who did not die a tragic or heroic death and were not hung in the stars?  What happened to heroes left behind?  Twisting his bloodstone ring on his thumb idly as it caught the shivering fire of those stars in its dark mirrored surface, the musical arrow of the muses pierced his heart, wide-eyed in wonder.  He’d asked the universe, but he already knew the answer.  He’d always known.  He knew, and he knew it with such clarion joy as he had never known anything before.

He could no longer be the man who hung Martin’s moon, he hadn’t been for a long time.  That much was clear to him, but he could certainly do something else.  Perhaps they had grown past the need for moon hangings in the first place.  He knew how their story ended.

It took months of saving, secreting, preparation, and then finally just simply waiting for the perfect, clear night.  The moment it came, the moment he knew it was the night, Jon struck without hesitation.  Poor Martin wanted nothing more than to collapse onto the couch, into Jon, when he returned from a late shift at the grocers, but found himself instead stuffed right back into his coat with a picnic basket in hand and hauled out into the frigid night in a flurry of Jon with little time to protest.  He bounded up the hill behind their little cottage beneath a perfect blanket of stars flaming coldly overhead, trailing Martin’s hand in his behind with his breath coming in silvery puffs of clouds, and paying no heed to the whining.

“Jon, whatever it is, does it have to be NOW?” Martin panted, “I am absolutely knackered and it’s beyond freezing and wouldn’t it be nicer just to curl up with a cuppa and fall asleep in front of Star Wars or something?  Doesn’t that have enough stars and space in it?”

Dauntless, Jon only tugged harder.

“There’s tea in the basket, and I’ve seen Star Wars.  And yes, it has to be tonight, it’s really important, I promise.”

“Look.  I love you.  So much.  You know this, and please know it is with the utmost love and deepest affection in my heart that I point out that you say that every time, and you’ve still shown me Pluto like, a hundred separate times.  While I quite like it, and I still feel sorry for it being bumped out of the solar system and all, it’s just a dot?  How many times can you look at a dot?” Martin sighed.

His words finally threw a caltrop into Jon’s warpath, and he paused, turning over his shoulder woundedly.

“What?  No, it’s not Pluto, I swear just- Please, Martin?  I’ll never ask again if you don’t want to, but just for tonight, please?” he pleaded.

Martin winced, and immediately folded under the onslaught of doleful honeyed brown eyes under a nimbus of stars.

“Oh, lord there you go with the puppy dog eyes.  Okay, okay fine, but there better be a nip of whiskey in this,” he chided lovingly with a gesture at the thermos in the basket.

The smile flared back to life brightly on Jon’s face as he turned back up the craggy little footpath to the top of the hill.

“Of course, hot toddy with tea.”

“Ooh, lovely, you do know me.”

The rest of the way was trivially short to the small, flat hilltop surrounded by heather where Jon had already set up a blanket and the telescope over a pristine vista of the dark line where the stars sank into the sea.  He ushered Martin to sit down first, then perched on his hip beside him and poured him a generous helping of tea and whiskey from the thermos before pouring his own.

“Thanks, much.  Right then, what exactly are we up here to look at that we couldn’t see from our garden?” Martin asked, accepting his cup of potent hot toddy and sipping it gratefully around the lemony steam that billowed up.

Taken aback by the sudden logic lobbed into the center of his romantic posturing, Jon looked momentarily stunned, as if someone had slapped him upside the head.

“Oh!  Oh, um, well-!  Ahah, that is to say- Uh.  There is a reason for all this.  It’s not that we couldn’t see it from our garden, we very much could have.  B-But it’s so beautiful up here, and you can kind of hear the sea?  And it’s nice and peaceful, and the heather is still blooming a bit and um…” he trailed off, cheeks burning.

“Okay…?” Martin probed, frowning a little.

“Er, actually...  It’s less about the stars than it is- W-Well it is about the stars.  Let’s get that clear.  But to be completely honest I mostly just… I-I well.  There’s something I need to tell you?”

Jon was ill-prepared for the look of abject horror on Martin’s face as he went paler than the moon overhead.

“Shit, what is it?  Did you find something?  You saw something?  There’s been a sign of The Fears?  Oh god it’s not HER is it?” he asked frantically, nearly slopping hot toddy all over his lap.

“What?  No!  No, none of that!” Jon spluttered, aghast.

Martin regained a modicum of color in his face and breathed in measuredly.

“Okay, so then what is it?  Oh god, you’re not… Jon you’re not ill, or something, are you?  Please, you can just tell me if-“

“No, I am not ill either, damn it, Martin!  If you would just listen to me!  I-!” Jon moaned exasperatedly, “I just wanted to do something… nice.  Something nice for you.  And nicer than I normally would because I am apparently much worse at crafting romantic moments than I thought and-“

“Wait…” Martin cut in, eyes gleaming with realization, “Jonathan Sims… Are you grand gesturing?”

“Well I am certainly trying but you are making it exceedingly difficult!” he retorted, red in the face and breathless.

“Oh my god, you are!  I’m so sorry!” Martin laughed brightly, “Oh god Jon you poor thing I’m so sorry, I’m awful, I’m the absolute worst!  No please!  Don’t let me spoil it.  Please go on.”

Grinding the heel of his palm into his forehead, Jon tried to summon the words again, only for Martin’s strong, warm hands to take it from him and tip his chin up to gaze into his eyes.

“Hey.  Hey, Jon.  Look at me,” he breathed, looking into his eyes idolatrously, “I’m sorry.  I love you.  You can tell me.”

Taking the steadiness from those clear blue depths he needed, Jon focused on them, on the strawberry blond curls tossing in the icy breeze, of the kiss of chilled pink under his freckles, and that eternal, sunshine smile.

“Okay,” he finally answered, smiling softly.

With a deep, shuddering breath, and a long swig of whiskey laced tea for good measure, Jon drew himself up and fished deep in his soul for the words he had waited a millennium to say.

“Okay… So here it is.  Um… I’ve um, I’ve had a lot of time alone lately with my new hobby, as it were.  So, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.  A lot of it is overly complicated and ridiculous and doesn’t deserve to live outside of my head but… a lot of it has been about you, about us.  And I know we don’t need to-to put a label on us or put us into a… a box or anything like that.  But every time I look at this ring on my finger, I can’t help but remember we never actually talked about what they meant,” he began, holding out his left hand and fidgeting with the loose band around his thumb.

“Oh Jon, don’t worry about that.  It was just me being a big sappy, sentimental dork.  And if I recall correctly, we’d had a pretty awful row a night or two before, and I just wanted to feel close to you again, I guess?  We both know what they mean to us.  It doesn’t matter,” Martin assured him sweetly.

“Except that it does!” Jon insisted passionately, “That’s the point!  You are a big sappy, sentimental dork, Martin.  I bet you were the kid that had a dream wedding all planned in a notebook with pictures cut out of magazines and everything.  I adore that about you, but big sappy sentimental dorks should have big sappy, sentimental moments like huge, expensive seaside weddings with three-flavor cakes and all your friends and family and rose petals and dove releases and whatever else your heart could dream up.”

Martin snickered and shook his head, charmed at least by the mental image of kissing Jon on a seaside cliff at sunset while doves flew in glorious formation around them and everyone they had ever known and loved cheered.

“Pfft, I don’t need a grand wedding and all that, I just need-”

“Me.  I know,” Jon finished for him with a smirk, “I knew you’d say that.  Maybe not.  But you deserve one.  And I know I don’t use that word lightly, but it’s necessary in this case.  You deserve it.  All of it.  Me on one knee with a ring in a box, you deserve us picking out flowers and tuxedos and arguing over the font on the invitations.  You deserve Tim’s awful bachelor party and laughing at me at the altar because I had to read my vows off a card and they’re still so stiff and awkward and they pale in comparison to the beautiful poem you wrote about me.  You deserve smiling so hard your cheeks hurt and crying as we exchange rings.  All of it.”

Martin weighed his words carefully on his tongue with a sip of his boozy tea to chase away ghosts of things that never even were.

“I mean, sure, not going to say I never wanted that.  And I did have that stupid wedding notebook, by the way.  But all that became a pipe dream the minute we wound up here, right?  No use being upset about something that can never be.”

“That may be so, but the crux of it is… you also contented yourself with the idea of it never coming true not because we’re here, but because you didn’t think I wanted it,” Jon answered, his unspoken truth hanging heavy in the chill night air between them, “Every time you tried to tell me you wanted to be with me forever, I brushed it off and painted it gray and tucked it away and carried on the way we always were like nothing happened and it didn’t matter.  Because it was alright, really, you were just so happy to have what we have, that I didn’t die in your arms that night, that we were still together after everything.  That I at least kept that promise after I’d broken so many.  You were so grateful just for what you were gifted after we thought we would end with nothing you didn’t dare think to ask the universe for more and I am so, so sorry it took me so long to see that, Martin.  I’m so sorry.”

His voice broke.  The breath caught in Martin’s chest as he reached out to touch his wrist comfortingly.

“Jon, I-“

“No, please.  Please let me finish I… I can’t give you any of those things.  I can’t give you our friends back, I can’t give you cake and doves and the sunset and crying through vows in front of the vicar.  I can’t even give you an elopement at the register office because we still don’t legally exist.  And I guess for a long time I resented myself for that.  For all of it.  For stealing that from you, for dragging you through literal hell only to give you a shadow of a life stuck here with me because I betrayed you.  But- no stop, don’t say anything yet I’m not done.  B-But now I finally realize.  You’re right, Martin.  You were always right.  It doesn’t matter.  Those things are all just… things.  I said to you once, a long time ago, and I’m still not even sure if you really heard me, that I didn’t want to just survive.  It was true then, and maybe it wasn’t true for a while, but it’s certainly true again.  We did not fight tooth and nail to just survive.  We fought to live, and live together.  So what I’m saying is… I know now I don’t have to give you tuxedos and white roses as long as I give you something… Something to prove to you that you are my everything, my entire world, something to show you that I love you more than I have loved anything in my entire life.  That I want forever with you.  S-So I…” he trailed off, sucking in his breath to give his gesture of undying love the ardor and grandeur it deserved, “I bought us a star.”

The proclamation rang out like the toll of a bell, its gravity sonorous and quaking.  Martin blinked.

“You… I’m sorry?” he squeaked.

Jon set his empty thermos cup aside, flailed his hands in the air and shook his head frantically

“I-I know, I know it sounds mental just hear me out!” he protested, “Technically I didn’t buy the star, if we want to get picky about it.  I mean obviously no one can own a star.  Just the rights to name it?  It’s a thing you can do online.  I was a bit gobsmacked it was real to be honest.  I just had this silly idea when I was out looking at the stars.  I was looking at Lyra and thinking about you and Orpheus, and I… W-Well I just typed it in, ‘can you name a star?’ and it came right up.  Right then and there.  It um… comes with… hold on.”

Remembrance placed a gentle bookmark down on Jon’s fluttering thoughts, and he rummaged in the picnic basket for a moment before pulling out a navy-blue manila folder covered in stars and full of the paperwork and certificates that had come with registering theirs.  He handed it to Martin, who took it in place of his own empty cup, numb, muscles quivering under his jaw, and opened it to the glittering gold typeface that proclaimed ‘Congratulations!’.

“It comes with paperwork, too!  See?  So, it’s official, at least?  The Jon-Martin star.  Not a marriage license I know, but at least our names are together on something legal?  Our real names?  I figured even if we manage the fake identity thing we’d have to get married as not us.  Not really.  So…  I-It could be like our marriage certificate?” Jon explained, chewing his lower lip.

Martin said nothing as his hand turned the pages of the documentation, his eyes distant in a way Jon had never seen before.  Not disembodied and enthralled, not broken, not even regarding puzzle pieces.

“Oh!  Um, also I-I got us a binary star.  I forgot to mention that bit,” he went on, filling the sudden void, “It’s, ah- What a binary star is- It’s technically two?  But they’re caught up in each other’s gravity and they orbit each other so tightly they look like one star together, one that just shines a little brighter.  They’re bound together forever by the most powerful cosmic force in the universe.  Just like us.”

Only silence answered, punctuated by one last crisp whisper of paper, and then the folder closing with Martin’s spread fingers atop it, bloodstone gleaming in the vivid pale light of the night.  Jon’s heart pitched frantically in his chest, and desperate, stranded tears pricked at his eyes.

“I uh… I would have rather gotten us a whole constellation.  Heh, you know?  But they don’t do that, obviously,” he tried softly, his fingers barely brushing Martin’s knuckles, “They record heroes in constellations, after all.  Great deeds, doomed romances, lovers who can be together no other way… That would have been a better way to honor us, I think.  Our story.  A-And who knows?  Maybe back on our world there are a few new stars to remember what we did, to mark the place we left it, so that everyone we left behind can look up and remember us.  They don’t know how the story really ended, and they probably never will, but we do.  We do, and I want to end it right here, right now.  With our star shining above us ‘and they lived happily ever after.’”

Martin still said nothing, but his head bowed, casting a slice of shadow over his eyes, and his shoulders quivered as a thin, bright line of wet silver trickled down his cheek.  Jon felt the very sky shatter above and begin to crumble around him.

“Please… M-Make no mistake, Martin.  P-Perhaps the gesture is silly and meaningless, but it was all I could think to do to go with everything I’ve said tonight.  Martin… Martin, don’t you see?  These are my wedding vows to you.  This is me saying ‘I do’ and also ‘Martin K. Blackwood would you do me the honor of making me the happiest man in the universe?’  All at once.  This is me saying I swear to you I will be yours, through everything, until the end of time.  M-Maybe I wasn’t before.  Maybe I was still punishing myself, but I’m telling you, I’m ready now to have my happily ever after.  With you, Martin.  If you’ll have me.  If I haven’t-“

He would never finish.  In a dizzying blur of blue folder, flashing hematite, and a wreath of golden curls, Martin kissed the words off his lips.  He kissed him so hard and so fierce, through wracking sobs with his hands woven so raptly into his long, wavy locks he thought his lips would bruise and his fragile soul would finally shatter to pieces in Martin’s arms.  Undone, all Jon could do was surrender and kiss him back with equal passion, thumbing away the hot tears as they spilled freely down his cheeks and anointed them both with their cleansing, hoary heat.  Their lips parted and they panted softly against each other in the space between, each afraid to break the sacred, pulsing silence.

“You’re crying,” Jon whispered at length, “I’ve said something wrong. Martin, darling I’m so sorry.  I never meant to-”

Martin laughed, raspy with tears, but ethereal, sparkling, like stardust floating on the breeze.

“People are allowed to cry when they’re happy you stupid, silly man,” he murmured in between kissing him again, and again.

“Oh.  Oh.”

He kissed him one last time, that idiot man who always burnt the toast and always knew the facts but never knew what to say, who finally figured it out and bought him a star, and threw his arms around him, enveloping his slight, fragile form protectively in his embrace.

“I love you.  I love you so much.”

Jon sank into that warm, familiar comfort and buried his face in his shoulder.

“I love you, too, Martin.  I want to be yours for the rest of my life.  I want to be me, I want to be us.”

“I know.  I’ve always known.  Oh god, you do know that right?  I know that you love me, it’s written in everything you do and say.  I have never, ever once doubted you love me with everything you are.  Even in the moments I was afraid that… that maybe we just weren’t meant to be together, I still knew it wouldn’t be because you didn’t love me.  Never because you didn’t love me.  Just maybe that we didn’t fit together anymore,” Martin replied in a small voice through his tears as they spilled down his cheeks.

As much as he wanted to vehemently deny there was ever a chance they might have not fit back together again after they had both been so shattered, to kiss him and tell him not in a million years would there ever have been a future where they weren’t Jon and Martin against the world, Jon knew it to be inescapably true.

“I’m so sorry you ever had to be afraid of that,” he swore, digging his fingers into Martin’s back pointedly, “After everything.  After we fought so hard to escape fear itself.  That I almost let it truly win in the end.  That I couldn’t just let go… Because… Because this was never about The Eye, was it?”

A heave of breath and its shuddering exhale shook Martin’s body free of lifetimes of grief, and fear, of ugliness carried far beyond the borders of their souls.  His fingers curled tighter in unspoken reply.

“No Jon, no it wasn’t, but I’m so very glad you finally figured that out.”

“Me, too…” he whispered.

They held each other in the quiet wake of being a moment and let the astral plane wheel calmly overhead.  An impatient star twinkled.

“Wait… you never answered me,” Jon finally said as he pulled back, sliding his elegant fingers down Martin’s strong arms.

“Huh?” Martin blurted, scrubbing under his eyes with the sleeve of his coat.

“About marrying me tonight.  You never actually said yes, so…”

A twinkle in his eye and a slight mischief to his grin, Jon dove back into the picnic basket and emerged with a velvet ring box.  Martin’s hands flew to his mouth.

“You didn’t.”

“Of course I did!  Nothing fancy, but I thought it was high time to retire the blood rings,” he explained rising from his former perch on his hip to kneel properly.

The box cracked neatly open, and inside lay a simple, white gold band with a tiny circle of milky moonstone embedded in it on a midnight-blue satin cushion, blindingly bright against the dark.  Martin sobbed joyfully all over again.

“So, uh… I suppose if it had just been us, if we’d just been together, without everything, and we’d arrived at this moment.  I would have done much the same.  I would have brought you somewhere beautiful, somewhere I could teach you some inane fact you didn’t actually care about, but liked because it came from me.  Emulsifiers in ice cream and rum raisin…” they both snickered, “And I would have tried my best to make it into some sort of romantic metaphor but completely bunged it up and you would be laughing as I got down on one knee, just like this.  And it would have just been simple.  To the point.  Just… Will you marry me?  So…”

Jon assumed the traditional position, on one knee, arms outstretched, his every slender point a star in a perfect constellation of love.

“Will you marry me?”

Their eyes met, across a thousand different realities, across a thousand different worlds, carried on celestial winds to fall hopelessly, inexorably, into each other’s orbit.

“Yes, yes I do believe I will.”

With one last farewell kiss upon it for what it had meant for them both, Jon slipped the bloodstone ring from Martin’s finger and replaced it with the delicate band made of starlight.  It took its place radiantly, and shone as Martin drew his hand back to admire it with an equally radiant grin before it dimmed with concern.

“But what about you?” he asked worriedly as he watched the old ring entombed lovingly in the box.

Jon only smirked and produced a second box from the basket, which he offered on his open palm out to Martin.

“Naturally, I got one for myself.  Couldn’t pass up a chance to get a wedding ring that actually fits, could I?  It’s just… Don’t you think you deserve to give it to me the way you would want?” he urged.

Martin took the box eagerly, biting his lower lip in thought.

“Not sure you want to give me that freedom.  I had about five different ways of asking you in my head and all of them you would have hated so, so much.  But I’d be lying if I said that wasn’t kind of the point,” he answered wryly.

Jon chortled.

“Sorry I, the unromantic one, sprung this on you, the romantic one.  But I did want to surprise you.  I-I mean you can still write me a vows poem later?  If you want to, of course.  I’d love to have it, even if I don’t actually get to hear it at our wedding.”

Martin’s face flushed immediate crimson and his eyes darted coyly away as he toyed with the wedding band box in his lap.

“Oh that?  A-Actually I… I have it memorized, i-if you really wanted to hear it.”

“You- WHAT?” gasped Jon, his cheeks flushing in tandem.

“Oh yeah, I wrote my vows poem for you ages ago and I’ve gone over it so many times I know it by heart.  It was comforting, okay?  I-I’d read it again when times were good and I thought maybe you’d actually- um… a-and when times were not so good, when you were gone, in your own head, when I was afraid we were broken for good, whenever I needed it.  I’ve read it over a thousand times and never changed a thing from the first time I penned it.  Never needed to.  I’m surprised I haven’t recited it in my sleep at this point,” Martin admitted sheepishly.

Jon’s entire body flushed with a solar heat that melted his joints and his heart into a swirling flare of adulation.

“I can think of no better way, then, to receive my ring,” he breathed, reaching out to cup Martin’s cheek in his hand, “I’ve had my turn, now it’s yours.”

In mirror ballets of love exchanges, Martin cradled Jon’s hand against his cheek as he spoke the first lines of the vows etched ever on his being softly into his palm.

“Let he who, shadow dwelling, must In paper, pen, and book be bound Shake off the chains of dark and rust And chart his own bright fate unfound.

Let he with lifelong burdens borne Cut paper wings with thread of gold And hand in hand, the sky forsworn Flit clouds and sun in laughter bold.

Let he whose blood and soldier’s ken The world did shield from dark and fear Heal fast those wounds, be whole again And sleep at last, held close and dear.

Bring him to me with spirit free With stars in eyes and music sung From lips a joyful promise be One soul conjoined, one fate’s thread strung.

Two hearts rejoice in love renowned. We lift our heads, alive, uncrowned.”

He waited until the last couplet to pull the ring from the box and slide it onto Jon’s finger where it too, fit perfectly, like it had always been there, and shone defiantly bright in the moonlight.  Jon wept.  He had been weeping since the first words of verse left his beloved’s lips, but seeing that ring like a piece of his missing soul returned to him undammed the tears effusively.

“God that was… Martin, I don’t have words.  I-It was… so beautiful.  You’re so beautiful.  Thank you,” he cried fervently, “I wish I could tell you properly how much that meant, but I just-“

“Hey… That’s alright.  I’m the words guy.  You’re the emulsifiers guy.  Making you cry is all I need to see to know how you feel,” Martin assured him warmly, reaching out to brush his tears away as he chuckled.

“Yeah… add this one to the running tally.”

“Oh, I have,” Martin snickered, “Speaking of!  Now we’ve done the crying through vows bit.  Shouldn’t we say the ‘I do’ bit, as well?”

Jon pursed his lips with a shrug as he reached out with his left hand to take Martin’s left as well, twining their fingers together

“Yes, I suppose we should.  I don’t see why not.  Well then, Martin, do you?”

“I do.  And Jon, do you?”

“I do.”

“You may now soundly snog the groom.”

“Martin…”

The emphatic drawl of his name the way Jon only called it when he was frustratingly enamored of him perished gently against Martin’s velvet lips as they caressed his.  They kissed slowly and reverently, sealing a pact ordained by the heavens long before either of them had seen the stars in the other’s eyes, lighting with white flame the torch to guide them for the first time, forward.  They broke it only to punctuate it with two more featherlight kisses and a breathless laugh, bowing their foreheads together in deference to the forces of fate and the universe.

“I know this isn’t the wedding either of us ever dreamed of, but as far as I’m concerned, it was perfect,” Jon murmured, nuzzling closer into his husband, swaddling the new, fledgling and beautiful word in his heart.

“Well, hey, what is a wedding really other than just a formal declaration that this is it?  This is us, we’re forever, no matter what.  We did it.  And you did it for me, in the STARS, Jon… Can we just remember that again?  You put us in the actual stars.  I am so writing a ballad for our constellation later, you do know this.”

“Oh lord.  Of course you are.  But really, it was the least I could do, after you’ve done so much for me, sacrificed everything for me.  Waited for me for so long.”

“And you came back to me,” Martin reminded him passionately, “And I don’t just mean back to life, here, in this world.  I mean you came back, Jon, MY Jon, the Jon I was in love with the moment I laid eyes on him.  The fidgety and obstinate Jon who can’t make a decent cup of tea to save his life, who puts on two different socks in the morning because his nose is already in the paper or a book, who teaches me about bleeding rocks and binary stars and still reacts to the simplest acts of kindness like a warm cranberry orange scone without asking for one like they’re divine miracles he is undeserving of, who looks at me like I hung the moon or something every time.  Even when I thought I was a complete and total waste of a human being, you, Jonathan Sims, the most beautiful, amazing, brilliant man to ever walk the Earth, looked at me like I hung the moon.  And that was… Still is… everything to me.”

The heavens shifted, the stars wheeled, the last piece clicked smartly, smugly into place.

“W-What did you say…?” Jon asked with such urgency, grabbing his hands so fiercely, Martin startled.

“Wh-I-I don’t-?  Which part?  The moon hanging part?” he stuttered, rolling his eyes fondly as he realized mid-sentence, “Oh, right.  Ugh, Jon are you seriously going to get after me about your weird vendetta against idioms at our wedding?  Because if you are that would be annoyingly adorable and so intensely you and kind of perfect, but also can you not on THIS particular occasion?”

The laugh that tore from Jon’s throat was half mad, half euphoric as the weight of the moon lifted from his shoulders and became naught but an indifferent sentinel disc in the sky once more.

“No no no, it’s just… It’s funny, I had more than a few things very, very wrong for a very, very long time.  That’s all.  Don’t worry about it,” he explained, leaning in and pressing a delicate kiss to Martin’s forehead, “If you’re the one who hung the moon after all, then I suppose ‘written in the stars’ will have to do for me.”

Martin lit up with literary glee.

“Oh ho!  Two space related idioms in one go?  What a rare treat!  Maybe this is your gateway drug into puns…” he teased impishly.

“Absolutely no chance in hell.”

They both laughed, laughed with the billowing icy breath that reached with victorious fingers up to the heavens.  They laughed, messily sniffing back the pesky drip of tears and cold.  They laughed with lightness of the encumbrance of hematite armor shed, its bloody protections no longer needed to cage wounded hearts and keep them safe and close.  They laughed in breath and also in the dancing points of light in their eyes as they fell into one another free from gravity.

“So uh… Do I get to see my star tonight, or don’t I?” Martin finally remembered, relishing the utterly horrified yelp from Jon.

“Oh god I completely-!  Y-Yes!  Yes of course, it’s already set up at the proper coordinates!” he had already sprung to his feet, “Oh, though, hang on, it took longer to get to the star viewing part than I anticipated, so I might need to adjust it a bit.  Oh!  And I have a little strawberries and champagne, if you like?”

“I do like, please and thank you!”

Jon set to readjusting the telescope to the proper ascension and declination while Martin poured them two glasses of crisply bubbling champagne.  They twined their arms to drink a toast from each other’s glass, ‘to us’ or ‘to happily ever afters’, or to several other messily rambled toast worthy sentiments.  They couldn’t decide and toasted to all of it.  They ate plump red strawberries and licked the juice from each other’s fingers as they looked at their star, which was, after everything, just a dot, just like Pluto, but Martin had to admit that he rather liked looking at dots after all.  And that one was their dot.  The warm intoxication of love and champagne begged for music, and someone fumbled in the cold for a wedding playlist on some app, somewhere, it didn’t matter, just as long as they could join hands, gaze into each other’s eyes and dance inelegantly, stepping on each other’s toes, under the umbrella of stars in a gentle rain of moonlight.

“I don’t see your problem with cliches, idioms and all that, really…” Martin mused at length, laying his head on Jon’s shoulder as they slowly spun to the rhythm of a longing ballad and the song of the sea, “Like this stupid, great song.  They’re familiar and cozy and everyone knows them.  They’re like… like old friends.  Always there to rely on when we can’t come up with the words ourselves, because sometimes we can’t.  And if something trite and silly sums up the way you feel, why not just let it be?  Sometimes things are said over and over again because some truths are universal, you know?  They’re just… human.”

Jon pressed a kiss into the mop of curls that tickled his nose and smelled faintly of toasted sugar and lavender and mused on all of the romantic cliches that had just passed through his mind unbidden.  Who was he to deny he was but one star in the sky, a single gear in the grand mortal mechanism of the universe.  If he had handed himself over to the humanity of it all instead of rusting, stopping, looking outside where there was never anything to see, perhaps he could have had this dance much sooner.  It didn’t matter though, until it did, because that night Martin took his breath away, made his world go round, he was head over heels for his match made in heaven, and better than heaven, they were written in the stars.

“You know what, Martin?” Jon laughed in reply, “Tonight, being what it is, I am willing to concede.  You are absolutely right.”

“I’m glad…” came the tender acceptance, followed by a distinctly puckish beat of silence, “Then does this mean I can I start saying love you to the moon and back?”

“Don’t push your luck...”

#The Magnus Archives #TMA #Magnuspod #JonMartin #JMart #jmartweddingchallenge #hey-there-hunter #Jonathan Sims #Martin Blackwood #Fan fiction

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we don't really post as much as we'd like, so here's a little preview of our upcoming genders! all of these were coined by us personally, and while some may be close to other genders, they aren't the same. this is the official coining post for most of these genders! flags will be up for them as soon as possible. we'll go back and edit this post with links whenever they're posted.

geodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's geo element.

anemodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's anemo element.

pyrodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's pyro element.

cryodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's cryo element.

dendrodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's dendro element.

hydrodeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact's hydro element.

elemendeic ; a -deic gender relating to genshin impact's elements.

genshindeic ; a -deic gender relating genshin impact.

seeliegenshinic (or seeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's seelies. may be umbrella gender.

warmingseeliegenshinic (or warmingseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's warming seelies.

electroseeliegenshinic (or electroseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's electro seelies.

dayflowerseeliegenshinic (or dayflowerseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's dayflower mini-seelie.

curcumaseeliegenshinic (or curcumaseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's curcuma mini-seelie.

violaseeliegenshinic (or violaseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's viola mini-seelie.

roséseeliegenshinic (or roséseeliegender) ; a gender relating to genshin impact's rose mini-seelie.

arcadeic ; a -deic gender relating to arcades and arcade aesthetics.

canideic ; a -deic gender relating to dogs or canines in general. may be an umbrella gender.

pugdeic ; a -deic gender relating to pugs specifically.

mothdeic ; a -deic gender relating to moths.

dragodeic ; a -deic gender relating to dragons.

ursadeic ; a -deic gender relating to bears.

teddybeardeic ; a soft -deic gender relating to teddy bears.

akitapupgender ; a subgender of pupgender for akita inus specifically.

genshinpupgender ; a gender relating to puppies and genshin impact.

digideic ; a -deic gender that is digital in nature and relates to digital aesthetics.

glitchdeic ; a -deic gender relating to glitches and glitch aesthetics.

digipupgender + digidoggender ; a digital gender relating to puppies or dogs, respectively. not as specific as robopupgender.

catcoffeic ; a gender relating to cats and coffee, or being a coffee cat.

ghostsongic ; a songic gender relating to the song "ghost" by mystery skulls.

mondstadtic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of mondstadt.

liyueic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of liyue.

inazumic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of inazuma.

sumeric ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of sumeru.

fontainic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of fontaine.

natlanic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of natlan.

snezhnayic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of snezhnaya.

khaenriahic ; a gender relating to genshin impact's nation of khaenriah.

sakuracatgender ; a catgender relating to softness, cherry blossom aesthetics, and spring.

sakurapupgender ; a pupgender relating to softness, cherry blossom aesthetics, and spring.

sakurabungender ; a bungender relating to softness, cherry blossom aesthetics, and spring.

sakurastrawberryaesic ; an aesthetigender relating to cherry blossoms and strawberries. 

pugpupgender ; a subgender of pupgender for pugs specifically.

d4d ; deity for deity, or -deic loving -deic.

digicatgender ; a digital gender relating to cats and kittens. 

digibungender ; a digital gender relating to bunnies and rabbits. 

#our terms #mogai coining #mogai gender #gender coining #mogai term #xenogender #xenogender coining #pupgender #genshingender #-deic #hourglass ; balladeer #wip

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hannibal lecter and clarice starling fanfic

The air smelled of freshly brewed, dark roasted coffee and crisp, steamy flesh sizzling on the stovetop. Clarice’s eyes slightly fluttered open as she breathed in the nostalgic aromas, it brought her back to childhood memories of waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs. It was a good scent, it meant her father had the day off and got to spend it with her. Her little feet would jump out of her comfortable bed and dart into the kitchen to find her dad, with a cup of coffee in one hand and a skillet in the other. “Morning' sweetie,” he’d say with a smile. She woke up out of her daze suddenly, her eyes opening in sync with the beat of her heart. 

She glanced around, the edges of her vision blurred by morning weariness. She rubbed her eyes. As she gained awareness, her mind began to wake up with the rest of her body. She then quickly realized this time was distinctly different from her memories. 1) She was located far away from home in a four star hotel located on the east side of northern Lithuania. 2) The smell was most definitely not coming from bacon, she could recognize the signature scent of burnt skin in the middle of a barbecue, after having the misfortune of inhaling its nauseating aroma in the past. She remembered reading about it in a forensics textbook. Burning muscle tissue creates a smell similar to beef in a frying pan and the fat smells like fatty pork on the grill. You never quite get the scent of death out of your nostrils entirely, no matter how much time has passed. 

She heard a creak coming from the kitchen floorboards and jolted awake now certainly knowing she was no longer alone. Attempting to not make a single sound, she reached for her pistol lying on the wooden bedside dresser to her right. Beside it she snatched a small hunting knife, she carried for good luck and slid it in her left sock. She took a step out of the bed, the floorboards groaned slightly and she quickly changed her footing, attempting to feel out the hollow areas that lay underneath to avoid making any noise. She found her fluffy bunny slippers tucked away beneath the metal bed frame and slid her toes into its cushioned soles, muffling the pattering of her steps. Clicking the gun’s safety off slowly, she crept through the doorway keeping her body close to the wall as she peered over into the kitchen. She brought her extended arms close to her chest, the pistol now few inches away from her chin, pointed at the ceiling. She couldn’t hear anything over the sound of her breathing and the occasional pops of oil from the frying pan on the stove. 

“Good Morning Clarice,” an all too familiar voice rang within her ears, breaking the unsettling silence. “You can come out now.” 

Clarice Starling emerged from the bedroom, her gun pointed directly in line with the back of Dr. Lecter. He was sitting in a chair at the mahogany dining table, his back to Clarice, he faced the opened doors to the balcony outside, his legs were crossed nonchalantly as he read the black and white newspaper in his hands. Clarice didn’t hesitate and pulled the trigger. Click. Click. Click.

“Tsk Tsk. Naughty girl,” Dr. Lecter teased without looking back. “Why don’t you have a seat? Don’t want your breakfast getting cold.” 

She rushed to his seat, swinging the unloaded pistol at his skull. Lecter grasped her wrist tightly with his right and only hand, the pistol about an inch from smashing into his head. His eyes remained glued to the newspapers contents even as he snapped her clenched fist open and flung the gun onto the table. “You’re very predictable Starling. Do you intend on making this more difficult than it needs to be?”

Slowly she made her way to the empty seat across from him. A plate consisting of two sausages, an egg and buttered toast laid in front of her. Clarice kept her unwavering gaze steady with Lecter’s. “What do I owe the delight of your presence, Doctor Lecter? I haven’t heard from you since our previous encounter. No calls or even a letter, unusual for you.” “Writing was a luxury I unfortunately had to leave behind with my dominant hand. The right gets the job done, but the penmanship will never quite equate to the elegance before.  I was sure you of all people wouldn’t need to be reminded of such details,” Lecter smiled as he lifted the black leather glove over his prosthetic to expose it’s plastic skin. Clarice remained silent, her eyes in a deadlock with his.

“I also couldn’t bear to give you the satisfaction of answering any questions I’m sure have been floating about in that charming head of yours. It wouldn’t do any justice to a more intimate confrontation. I was originally planning on leaving your mind to be in constant torment and wonder just for my personal pleasure, but when I overheard that you came all this way to pay me a visit I simply couldn’t resist your cries for my attention,” He paused, glancing down at the plate in front of her. “Please do eat, I assure you it is up to your standards.” 

“Oh really?” Clarice started, gesturing over at the oven. “Then how do you explain that?”

“I cannot make the same promise regarding my meal,” Lecter eerily grinned. 

Starling took a bite of her eggs, the yolk ran like spilled blood throughout her plate leaving a dark yellow pool around the crisp toast. Lecter watched her throat move up and back into place as she swallowed. He leaned back satisfied. “Remind you of the way daddy made them?” he chirped.

“They’re lacking on the pepper and he never used rosemary.” 

“My mistake.” He rose from the chair and attended to the sizzling flesh on the frying pan. 

Clarice scanned the room looking for any objects that could be used as a weapon, despite the other half of her brain telling her it’s useless and he’ll simply see it coming. For the meantime she deemed it to be best to go along with his game. “Why are you here Doctor?”

“I could ask you the same Clarice.”

“Doing my job, hunting you down,” she shot back, her eyes flared like hot charcoal on a grill.

“I’m flattered, but spare the theatrics because we both know this hardly has anything to do with work,” he flipped the long chunks of fat to their opposing side with a spatula.

“Why wouldn’t it?”

“Because you are here. Because you are not a part of the Lithuanian law enforcement. Because the bureau would never send their agents overseas to investigate a criminal who's been off the radar for over three years without concrete proof of my whereabouts, which I know for a fact that I have not provided.”

“People you have had personal connections to throughout your childhood, in your hometown suddenly show up murdered, matching your profile exactly, I would say that’s a dead give away Doctor.”

“You’ve been doing your research I see.”

“Of course, how else would I have found you?”

“Tell me Clarice, are you here for business or pleasure?” His tongue flicked against the backs of his teeth.

“For justice.” “Who sent you? And do not insult my intelligence with anything shroud of the truth because I will know.” Using the metal spatula he set the meat down on his plate next to his two poached eggs. He impaled the fattiest piece with his fork, bringing it to his nose, inhaled then took a slight nibble and savored the flavor in his tongue. 

Starling took a heavy breath, her eyes dropped from his gaze. “No one sent me,” she half-muttered. “Stop me if I’m wrong Clarice but I have a feeling I haven’t left your mind since the night of our last dinner together. I know your biggest question may be; why? Why would a monster such as myself sacrifice a part of my body for you? That question ate at you inside, festering like an aged wound and grew until it consumed you, you told yourself you needed to put an end to my antics for good, and knowing just how personal it had become you made it your mission to hunt me down and lock me back in a cage. But we both know the truth don’t we? No it was never about justice...it was about not being able to deal with your reciprocated emotions. It was creating an excuse to see me once again.” Clarice kept her head facing the ground, her face was stone and expressionless, but Hannibal did not stop. Leaving the kitchen’s marble island he began to approach Starling slowly. 

“You knew I would never come back, that I would leave you alone for the remainder of your life.” He was looming over her now, his shadow darkening her features. “You knew that if we were ever to have another encounter that you would have to seek me out this time.” In that moment Clairce felt a true sense of inferiority, a feeling she was not accustomed to. His body was inches from hers, her head at level with his upper waist. She breathed in his presence, it was a pure, primal masculine aroma. He digressed and sat down at the table, his demeanor changing from sensually intimidating and virile to a common mortal in a split second. 

“Maybe you never realized these feelings until you truly began your research into my past. When you learned I suffered the same pain you felt at a young age. I assume you discovered the details regarding the death of my family?” “Yes. They were killed in a bombing.”

“Yes, everyone died except my sister Mischa and myself. We were held captive in a lodge by Nazi forces when a group of Lithuanian Hilfwillige stormed and looted the lodge. They searched the premises for food but found nothing.” He took a sip from his cup of coffee and moved his gaze to the balcony looking off into the dark clouded skies and continued.

“The blistering chill of winter combined with an empty stomach, it does something to men, brings out the savage within. Mischa and I became the menu options. I put up a fight, but Mischa...she was weak, starving herself, ill from the cold, she was an easy kill. They sodomized her corpse first before slicing her body in bite sized portions and roasting it above a fire pit.”

Clarice watched his eyes as he recalled the events. She could almost swear she saw the reflection of his memory playing like a film in the glare of his pupils. Despite no tears being shed, she felt the immacable amount of pain in the slight trembles of his voice. 

At a loss for words to speak, “I’m sorry,” was all she could let out.

“You see Clarice, monsters like myself are not born into this world with faulty wiring, we are made through suffering.” He turned back towards her, circling the metal spoon inside the coffee cup, hitting it’s ceramic edges with every rotation.

“Is that how you justify your actions Dr. Lecter?”

“I admit there are some sins I have committed I cannot truly justify; however, most of the unspeakable acts I commit I can assure you are in fact poetic justice at it’s finest.” 

Clarice dropped her eyes to her socks, where the pocket knife rubbed against her perspire, she considered her course of action, but only for a second, until she was interrupted by the rattle of the wooden chair she was sitting in. Dr. Lecter gripped the chair’s arms like he expected it to run from his grasp, and leaned close to Starling’s ear. 

“Tell me, do I excite you Clarice? Do you find me in your dreams late in the evening? I imagine I used to appear as a grotesque monster but now perhaps a lover? And when you wake up do you find yourself horrified with yourself for these thoughts you simply cannot control?” She could feel the slight prickle of his facial air as his lips grazed against her earlobe. 

“I never believed you to be a monster Doctor,” she softly spoke. 

“Is that all you have to refute?” She lifted her head and let herself drift for a moment in his pale blue eyes.“I used to wonder if you were capable of love. That night, when you spared me from pain, I found out you were. But may I ask, why me? Was it just because I was one of the first women you had spoken to in years? Because I shared some personal information no one else would dare give to you?” She positioned her left hand further to the edge of her seat and brought her corresponding foot closer in reach. “Is that really what you think of me? So desperate for the touch of a woman I fall for the first to give me any attention in years? I see goodness in you Starling. When I look at you I see the same glimmer of loss within your eyes that I see in mine. You are an unfaltering flame, always burning with a righteous desire. Your character never fails to intrigue me, the way your mind ticks, your witty remarks, your composure in the face of death. No I’ve never quite found one like you.” His thumb fell from the top of her cheekbones to the very underlying rosy purse of her bottom lip. Her breathing was fluttered, rapidly picking up in pace with every passing second, for a second she felt as though she may lose consciousness altogether.

Overcome with emotion, she pulled out the blade from her sock and held it against his throat, knocking the chair down with the commotion. 

“Do it. I won’t stop you.”

“You have to understand how crazy this is. I can’t give up my life for one of FBI’s most wanted. I’d be throwing away everything I worked so hard to achieve. This needs to end. There is nothing between us.” “Then this should make things much easier for you. Don’t hesitate Clarice.”

“I don’t want to kill you.” “I won’t be put behind bars again, you either kill me now or I disappear from the world for good.” 

Clarice let a tear roll down her cheek, pushing Hannibal against the wall behind them. The cold steel pressed Lecter’s adams apple higher up into his esophagus. He never dropped his gaze with her even as tiny beads of blood began to break through the barriers of his skin’s surface. 

She stared into his eyes, his pupils seeming to pulsate as they stared back into her. 

“I can’t,” she whispered.

 “And why is that?”

“The same reason you can’t kill me.”

“And what may that reason be Clarice?” “Don’t make me say it.”

He put his hands on her shoulders, feeling the dips of her collar bones and the rhythmic thumping of her heart. He slowly moved his caress up to her neck and locked his hands around her throat.

“I want you to tell me Clarice. I want to hear the words come out of your mouth.”

She remained silent, nervous trembles running through her body.

He began to squeeze. “Say it,” he hissed. 

She gagged for air while shaking her head no.

“Say it!” his scream echoed throughout the floor of the hotel.

With a rasped voice and tears streaming down her cheeks she whimpered, “I love you.”

With his hands still firmly gripped around her neck, he whipped her around. The walls rattled as her back slammed against them. In a midst of desire he aggressively pressed his lips against hers, his hands still squeezing tightly as she returned his embrace. The warmth of his breath was hot like smoke. He released his grasp as she began to gasp for oxygen. Black fuzziness clouded her vision as she slid down the wall to the floor. 

In that moment it all clicked in her head. A fleeting memory pushed through the adrenaline coursing through her veins and in an instant the dots regarding Lecter were somehow aligned. 

“What was your mother like?” she managed to make out in between heavy breaths. 

Puzzled by the randomness of her inquiry, Lecter responded hesitantly with a curious smile, “I feel as though she truly loved her children but was simply a very emotionally detached person.” 

Clarice’s eyes narrowed, “Did she nurse you as a child Dr. Lecter?”

“Yes.”

Clarice lowered the thin straps of her black satin nighty, her clavicle further exposed, glistening with faint beads of sweat. She took a breath in through her nose and exhaled slowly.

“Did you ever compete with Mischa for the breast?”

“I don’t remember Clarice…,” Lecter began not quite sure where she was going with the question. “If there was a competition I would’ve given it up willingly.” He found the enigma of her quivering lip excessively compelling.

She raised herself to his eye level, her glare burning like firey embers, she leaned her back against the floral wallpaper, “You will not have to compete for mine.”

Her nighty swiftly slid off her shoulders and fell to her ankles as if she manifested it to reality. Lecter’s eyes moved up and down her curves absorbing the image into the most precious capsules of his mind. Pulling him close to her chest, he bent down, inhaling the warmth resonating off her skin, his hands caressing the small of her back while his tongue followed the thin trail of swelter to her breast.

#fanfic #short story #silence of the lambs

[theviperofeden]

#sdvfaves

I found this lil nugget and it looked super fun so why not!!

Favorite Villagers 

-Sam, Sebastian, Elliot, Alex, Abigail, Penny, Evelyn, Jas, Marnie, Pierre, and Vincent

Favorite Outdoors Locations -Secret Woods, The Beach Favorite Indoors Locations -Sam's House (Lmao), The Saloon Favorite Activities -Mining/Exploring Caves Favorite Heart Events -Pretty much every 10 heart event but *especially* Sam's and Elliot's Favorite Bachelorettes -Abigail and Penny Favorite Bachelors -SAM, Elliot, Sebastian, Alex Favorite Festivals -Flower Dance and Dance Of The Moonlight Jellies Favorite Crops -Blue Jazz, Strawberry, Tulip, Blueberry, Corn, Poppy, Starfruit, Summer Spangle, Sunflower, Amaranth, Fairy Rose, Ancient Fruit, Cactus Fruit, Tea Leaves Favorite Farmer Outfits -Not exactly sure how to describe this one woops Favorite Artisanal Goods -Wine, Cheese Favorite Minerals -Frozen Tear, Fire Quartz, Emerald, Ruby, Diamond, Prismatic Shard, Tigerseye, Opal, Fire Opal, Calcite, Jamborite, Kyanite, Malachite, Orpiment, Obsidian, Fairy Stone, Star Shards Favorite Pieces Of Furniture -Yellow Couch, Yellow Armchair, Diviner Table, Iridium Fireplace, Monster Fireplace, Mystic Rug, Dried Sunflowers, Tree Of The Winter Star, Skull Poster, Wallflower Pal, Night Sky Decals 1-3, Plush Bunny, Statue Of Endless Fortune, Statue of Perfection, Large Futan Bear, Junimo Plush, Butterfly Hutch, Futan Rabbit, Green Serpent Statue, Purple Serpent Statue Favorite Flowers -Crocus, Sunflower, Tulip, Summer Spangle, Fairy Rose, Blue Jazz, Poppy Favorite Recipe -Chest Favorite Letter -I guess the one that triggers Sam's 10 Heart Event Favorite Weather -I oddly like when it rains Favorite Profession -Mining Favorite Pet -Cat Favorite Fish or Fishing Spot -Lava Eel Favorite Coop or Barn Animal -Cow Favorite Artifact -Rusty Spoon Favorite Secret Note -Sam's Holiday Shopping List Favorite Farm Map -Forest Farm Favorite Mines Section -Frozen Earth (The icy section of the mine) Favorite Tree -Mushroom Trees Favorite Tool or Weapon -Galaxy Sword Favorite Monster or Creature -Serpent Favorite Season -Spring Favorite Non-Villager and Non-Romanceable NPC -Krobus Wild Card! Use this prompt for anything you love about Stardew Valley! -I love how inclusive it is regarding the partner choices and how chill it is when the farmer marries someone of the same sex. Its so wholesome and validating.

#sdvfaves #stardew valley

[cifern]

Hi everyone!! I have a lot of items on my acnh wishlist that i’m going to put down below. I can either trade these items or let you catalog them.

I also listed a lot of items I am willing to trade for stuff on my wishlist, dm me if you want to trade! 

PLEASE be patient as I am an essential worker atm so the earliest I can schedule trades for is friday the 24th, tysm! I am in PST timezone and don’t time travel so if i need to order the item it may be a bit.

Wishlist: Miscellaneous:

K.K Metal

Cacoa Tree

Hammock

Iron Garden Chair 

Iron Garden Bench

Laptop

Imperial Decorative Shelves

Fish Print

Picnic Basket

Pine Bonsai Tree

Cute Items:

Cute Bed

Cute Chair

Cute Vanity

Fruit Themed Items:

Orange Rug

Things I Can Trade For: (I have lots of other stuff too so if you have something I want and need a specific item feel free to dm me)

Cute Items:

Cute Speaker Pink & White, Red, or Blue)

Cute Floor Lamp

Cute Sofa

Cute Tea Table

Cute Wall-Mounted Clock

Cute Wardrobe

Miscellaneous:

Pansies, Tiger Lillys, Hyacinths, or Wildflowers

Anthrium Plant (Pink or Blue)

Autograph Cards

Baby Bear

Baby Panda

Bamboo Shoot Lamp

Beekeeper’s Hive

BirdCage

Blossom-Viewing Lantern (I have limited Cherry Blossoms so if too many people want blossom items you may have to give me your ow crafting materials)

Cherry Blossom Bonsai

Cherry Blossom Pond Stone

Cherry Blossom Petal Pile

Cherry Blossom Clock

Cherry Blossom Tress Wall

Sakura Wood Wall/Floor

Outdoor Picnic Set

Bottled Ship

Brine-Shrimp Aquarium

Candy Machine (Red or Yellow)

Casette Player

Cat Grass

Colourful Wheel

Corkboard (Pink or Blue)

Cypress Plant

Diner Table (Red or Blue)

Diner Neon Wall Clock

Dolly

Double Sofa (Red or Brown)

Electric Kick Scooter

Fan Palm (Green or Red)

Film Projector

Flashy Flower Sign

Floating Biotope Planter

Fortune Telling Set 

Fragrance Diffuser

Go Board

Hamster Cage

Heart Doorplate

Hearth

Kimono Stand

Mama Bear

Mini Cactus Set

Monstera

Moss Ball

Mrs. Flamingo

Old Sewing Bench

Pendulum Clock

Retro Gas Pump

Rocket Lamp

Rose Wreath

Sewing Machine (Pink or Black)

Shaved Ice-maker

Tapestry

Telescope

Throwback Gothic Mirror

Throwback Race-car Bed

Throwback Rocket

Throwback SKull Radio

Traditional Set Tea

Wasp-Head Model

Writiing Poster

Writing Desk

Yucca

Matryoshka

Bone Doorplate

Western Style Stone

Gong

Leaf Mask

Manga Library Wall

Shell Speaker

Cherry Wall

Cherry Rug

Cherry Umbrella

Peach Rug

Peach Hat

Apple Umbrella

Juicy Apple TV

Fruits Basket

Bamboo Stool

Bamboo Candle

Hearth

Bamboo Wall Decoration

Bamboo Doll

Green-Leaf Pile

Bamboo Noodle Slide

Basket Pack

Light Bamboo Rug

Bamboo Grove wall

Steamer Basket set

Pansy Table

Cool Wildflower Crown

Pansy Crown

Starry Sky Wall (you will have to provide the star fragments)

Any Bunny Day Stuff

AND tons of clothes!!! 

#acnh #animal crossing #animal crossing new horizons #ac #animal crossing trades #wishlist #my post

[mamawolfblood]

Though he didn't know it yet Chris Mclean was in for a shocking revelation. One of the campers is not exactly just some rando kid. This camper is his kid and she is out to expose it.

Name : Iris  Escalona

Age 16

Eye color green

Caramel skin

Black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. A Cherokee rose on the left side of the hair tie.

Iris is 5ft 8",135lb

Out fit-White tanktop with the alchemists symbol blue acid washed jean shorts black converses

Iris has a dark sense of humor. She loves horror,pranks,is resourceful. Iris is not above smashing some skulls together. She is not quick to anger but Heather pushes a lot of her buttons.

All her life she just wanted Chris to know she was alive. Her mother never gave the reason why she left. She is the oldest of seven children.

________chapter 6_________

Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island… A talent contest brought out the worst in our campers. It was awesome! The Killer Bass struggled to find any talent on their team, and Bridgette’s clumsiness pretty much knocked out their best prospect, Courtney. Iris stood up to Heather, so Heather swore to make Iris's life miserable by stealing her diary and birth certificate. Then she read it in front of the entire viewing world, revealing that  Iris is my daughter. Then, Heather managed to save her butt by convincing the rest of the team to vote off Justin McGorgeousness. Who will be the next one to walk off this crappy dock? Find out tonight in the most dramatic marshmallow ceremony ever! On Total. Drama. Island!

Iris pov

I sat with Gwen and Leshawna waiting for my dad to arrive. "So is Chris really your dad?" Gwen asked I nod "I didn't want him to find out yet. I was waiting for the right moment to tell him myself. You know because it was my right to do so." I said Glaring at Heather.

(Confessionals)

Heather

"Oh please it will be easier to get rid of her now. They will take their anger out on her because of her dad. Oh this was just a freebi."

*static *

Iris

"That cow has another thing coming if she thinks I'm going down. She will be out before I am trust me."

(Static)

(End of Confessionals)

Chris: Campers, today’s challenge will test your outdoor survival skills. I’m not gonna lie to you. Some of you may not come back alive.[Beth and Owen gasp] Just joking. [laughs] All you have to do is spend one night in the woods. Everything you need is at your team’s campsite in the forest. You just have to find it. Oh, and watch out for bears. Lost a couple of interns in pre-production. First team back for breakfast wins invincibility! [blows airhorn] Well, off you go!

Leshawna started to freak because of bears. This was followed by Owen saying he killed a bare. Izzy the proceeds to tell a storry about her encounter with a bare. This made Lindsay sick.

We all started to walk threw the woods to find our camp. Gwen looked a bit down so Trent tried to talk to her, but she just pushed him away. It was sad because the poor guy didn't know what to do.

I hope the other team will be ok.

*Meanwhile with the Killer Bass *

Katie: Sadie, lookBlueberries.

Sadie [after she gasps] : I love, love, love blueberries!

Katie: Oh my gosh! Me too!

(Confessional: Katie & Sadie)

Katie: Sadie and I are BFFFL’s.

Sadie: Best female friends for life.

Katie: We even got the chickenpox together!

Sadie: Oh my gosh, that was so fun.

Katie: It was so fun to have someone to scratch all your little scabs!

Sadie: I know, right?(confessional off)

(Honestly those two are just idiots)

Heather was complaining about I'm the next one getting voted off. Trent asked why and she said before "Iris took Harold's ant farm and poured on me!" She growls scratching I turn to face her. "Oh really it's my fault. I only did it because you did something to me unprovoked. I warm you now do anything like that again and it won't be ants in you be next time. "

I said my finger in her face. "Come on white girl lets focus on the challenge." Leshawna said pulling me along and away from Heather.

(Meanwhile with Katie and Sadie)

Katie: Okay. Those were so yummy. Can you believe how yummy those were?

Sadie: They were so yummy. Katie, where’s the rest of the team?

Katie: I don’t know. They must be nearby. Killer Bass, where are you?!

Sadie: Killer Bass! [gasps] This is just like when we were seven and we lost our moms at the mall.

Katie: And you started to cry and the security guards had to like, page our moms and they were so mad.

Sadie: Oh my gosh, like, take a pill. We’re fine.

Katie and Sadie[shouting]: Killer Bass, where are you?!

(Back to the Gophers)

I set up the tent and make a fire brake for the camp fire. "Wow you sure know what your doing. Unlike some people who are lazing around."  Leshawna said looking at Heather. "These hands were made for shopping not camping." She said crossing her arms. Owen and Trens talk about the task and Owen leaves to get food.

(Cut to Katie and Sadie.)

Sadie: You don’t know where we are, do you?

Katie: Yes! Okay, no. It’s so not my fault. Have you ever notice that all trees look the same?

Sadie: Ooh, I knew I should have known better than to listen to you.

Katie: What, you don’t think I’m smart enough to find them?

Sadie: You’re not exactly the best with like, directions.

Katie: Yuh-huh, I am!

Sadie: Nuh-uh! Apparently, you’re not! ‘Cause we’re L-O-S-T. Lost!

Katie blows raspberry

(Back at the screaming gopher's camp)

Everyone was waiting for Owen to come back with food. Some started to complain. "Hey what are you nibbling on over there." Gwen said looking at me. "Dried mint want some." I said holding up my bag. They take some when owen comes back with fish.

(Killer Bass camp)

Geoff makes a commitment about Bridgette. It didn't come out right.

Duncan: What’s for dinner, woman? I’m starving.

Courtney: I hope you don’t expect me to dignify that with a response.

DJ: Hey guys, look what I found![ pat, pats a bunny wich coughs]

Duncan: Well, I’ve never had rabbit stew before, but what the heck? I’m game.

DJ [after he sighs] : This is my new pet! I’m callin’ him Bunny!

Courtney: You couldn’t find any food? [gasps] Then it looks like we’re acting grubs and berries for dinner.

Duncan: Has anyone seen Tweedledumb and Tweedleidiot?

[creature howls]

(Screaming Gophers camp)

Owen has the Fish grilling

Trent and him start talking.

"So you and your grampa to down a bare?" I asked

Owen: Heck yes. It was the scariest day of my entire life.[Lindsay gasps.] We were out in the woods when we came upon the great beast. I tell you, he was ten feet high if he was a foot! And then he roared his terrible roar! [imitates roar] We grabbed our shotgun. We knew it was either him or us. It was nothing personal, just the law of the wild. And then, bam! One shot was all it took to fell the great beast. We took his blood and marked ourselves to honor him. It was a good death.

Heather was a skeptical about it. We all then noticed Izzy was gone and started yelling for her.

At the Killer Bass camp Ducan was telling a horror story)

Duncan: So suddenly… They-they heard this tap-tap-tapping on the side of the car. The girl started to freak out, and by this time, even the guy was getting a bit scared. So he turned the car on and he stepped on it. When they got back to the girl’s house, she opened the door and screamed! Because there, hanging from the door handle… [sinisterly] Was the bloody hook. They say that this killer is still alive, wandering these very woods. He could be just about anywhere, really. Maybe even right here!

Killer Bass screaming.

Duncan laughs evilly.

Courtney: Duncan, that was so not funny!

Duncan: Oh, yes it was! I just wish it was all on camera! Uh, oh wait, it is!

Courtney: You are so vile. Do your parents even like you?

Duncan: I don’t know, Jumpy McChicken. I haven’t asked them lately.

[wolf howls]

Courtney gasps.

(At the Gophers camp)

In the trees everyone was arguing. That was till Leshawna fell come to find out the bare was Izzy. I jump down relived that she was ok. Once the fish was done we started to eat.

At the Killer Bass camp

Bright had to pee so she ventured out of the tent only to burn the tent down when a bat hit her face.

Courtney freaks out.

The next morning was a race back to camp when we reach it the Killer Bass were there but was pointed out that Sadie and Katie were missing. Only to have them show up a few seconds later.

Chris: All right, Killer Bass. One of your fishy butts is going home. Gophers, you’re going on an all-expense paid trip to… the Tuck Shop!

I watched the marshmallow ceremony  wanting to see who is going home.

Chris: You’ve all cast your votes The camper who does not recieve a marshmallow must immediately hit The Dock of Shame, grab the Boat of Losers, and get the heck outta here. And you can’t come back. Ever. Now. I can see you’re all tired, so tonight, I’ll just throw them to you. Savvy? Courtney. Duncan. Bridgette. DJ. Harold. Geoff. Tyler. Ladies. This is the final marshmallow of the evening. Sadie.

Sadie started to cry not wanting to let go of Katie.

I felt bad but it is what it is.

After everyone left and my dad closed the show me and him sat down and just hung out. Getting to know him is not that bad. We are kinda the same but he is more sinical than me.

#total drama leshawna #total drama island #td gwen #td heather #oc #romance #chris mclean #original characters #pain #camping

[rattusrattus3]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚More Hoard˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚＊

Another Jewelry Hoard Post! This one is organized by function rather than theme! See the other post here! 

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・necklaces°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

5 chokers (1 silver with safety pins, 1 gold with quartz crystal, 1 leather studded, 1 silver pearl, 1 velvet dog tag with GRRRL PWR printed on)

2 bee pendants

2 crow skull pendants

1 sword pendant

1 Aquarius pendant

1 large wire wrapped labradorite

5 lockets (1 bronze oval, 1 of 2 small silver hearts, 1 large silver heart, 2 mood ring ones) 

1 thrifted necklace with pearl, rock, seaglass, ceramic ring, amethyst crystal and small ceramic flower

1 gold Nasty Woman heart-shaped necklace

1 necklace with a silver lady riding a moon

1 gold moon face necklace, 1 gold and druzy star necklace

1 silver antler necklace

1 large hand wrapped rose quartz pendant

1 small bottle filled with roses lavender and herbs

1 clay mushroom quartz pendant, 2 forest wrapped quartz pendants

1 wrapped piece of ginseng

1 troll doll with purple hair

1 silver moon and star necklace with pearls

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・bracelets°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

1 charm bracelet from my childhood

1 cowry shell bracelet

1 clay hello kitty(?) bracelet

4 beaded bracelets

2 star bracelets

2 watches, 1 featuring a grey kitten

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*earrings°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

2 silver star hoop earrings (thrifted)

1 large sword earing (99 cents in Vancouver)

1 star earing (handmade)

1 feather earing, 1 wing earing

3 handmade clay earings, a mushroom, a peach and an avocdo

2 moon earrings, one featuring a fairy (made by me)

2 silver bat earrings (99 cents in Vancouver)

2 venus symbol earrings (thrifted)

2 leaf and flower earings made of glass

2 silver swirl hoop earrings (thrifted)

2 fake white plug earrings (thrifted)

1 pastel pink venus heart earrings

1 silver heart earring

1 small fawn earring

1 small dragon earring 

2 gold bat studs

3 star stud earrings

1 safety pin earring

various other studs 

2 handmade venus earrings with pink crystals 

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*enamel pins°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

1 glow in the dark frankenstein pin

4 safety pins

4 cat pins (1 sour puss pin, 1 of a panther, one of a silly cat and one of a cat going into a fishbowl)

1 lotus pin

1 cactus pin

1 hedwig pin

1 gold shooting star pin

1 gold moon face pin

1 gold seal pin

1 silver pin with a heart and ribbon, featuring a woman and a seahorse

2 Canada leaf pins

1 witch pin

1 gold heart Shrek Fiona and Donkey Pin

1 Treat Yo Self Icecream pin

1 round floral and easter egg pin

1 pin of a bunny wearing an overall skirt

1 turquoise scarab beetle pin

1 violet pin

1 silver paw print pin

1 antique gold bird pin

1 infinity symbol “always in retrogade” pin

1 pin of two swords stabbing through a citrine crystal  

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*buttons°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

1 large button featuring sunlight streaming through trees

1 heart-shaped white button with a bear napping on it 

2 LGBT buttons (Safe n Sound, Spectrum Club)

1 hot pink A Womans Place is In the Resistance button

1 dark blue Doing My Part To Piss of The Religous Right button

1 large red No Means No button

1 gudetama button

1 red and white button with 3 stripes (not sure what its from)

1 acorn pin that says “Grow”

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*pendants°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°

1 silver lotus pendant, 1 silver daisy pendant

2 bronze arrowheads

2 keys, 2 locks

5 crystal points

chain of silver moon face charms

pink glass spiral

third eye pinecone featuring malachite

“dream” pendant

small brown turtle

gold Virgo pendant

2 turquoise feather pendants,1 silver wing 

1 bronze bear, 1 gold bird, 1 gold birdcage

gold tree pendant

lucky cat bell pendant

evil eye pendant

gold heart, gold locket, silver heart

pieces of round mother of pearl

piece of druzy

paisley pieces in silver 

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silver swirl ring

1 venus symbol

1 moon wrapped around moonstone

1 onyx 

1 mood ring

1 bronze leaf swirl ring \

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10 scrunchies

4 bobby pins with quartz wrapped around them

1 weird little alligator clip w shinies

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[hyperfixatinglove]

Summary: Gods decide to make one villagers life go upside down after a ritual

@nyandereneko @giranswife @self-shipping-angel

Young, pretty woman was getting married. She wore her most beautiful gown, surrounded by all the villagers, giant feast and a skull of a bear in her lap.

Fire kept the darkness of the night away as the dancing and singing went on through midnight. Her head was hung low as her fingers caressed the skull, her lips mouthing the song quietly.

Slowly she rose from her seat as the songs and dancing ceased. The villagers followed her into the dark, ominous forest in silence as she held the big skull in her tiny hands, little torches lighting their way on the small path. 

The skull sat on top of the highest pine tree, closest to the stars so the spirit of the bear could reincarnate back to the familiar forest. Villagers paid their respects silently and taking their light with them. Tiny torch was left behind, its owner staring at the tree, clutching the fur of the majestic creature which this whole feast was made in honor of. The new wife of the bear stayed behind, to watch as the stars twinkled in the sky, to wait to see his new husband reborn.

She left before dawn, her intuition whispering to her it was time to leave. She crawled into her bed, the fur laid on the place of respect, waiting to warm her in the night of following winter months.

Winter came and went, the woman with brown, long locks wrapped in the fur for warmth through it all. The summer came and she gently took a large basket from the side of her small cottage and ventured into the forest. She intended to do some berry picking to make jams and flavour other foods they ate at the village. She was humming as she walked, feeling home at the center of large trees and all the green, hearing the birds sing and seeing the occasional bunny as greeting from the forest goddess, Mielikki.

She crouched down, taking a bit of the hem of her large, brown dress as she picked blueberries and huckleberries. Her humming was a little louder, something told her to hum, hum the same songs she had sang seasons ago. Her delicate hands picked the berries, she scooted a little to the left. The sun was shining and she had always felt like something utterly bonkers could happen in this forest.

She saw a tall figure from the corner of her eye. Her blue eyes flickered to see was she imagining things, her hand stopping mid-air as she was about to stash a handful of red berries into her half full basket.

A tall man was watching him with a pair of most curious, warm brown eyes she had seen in her life. His skin briefly reminded her of the fur she had back at home, his hair as grey as ashes from burnt matter. Her shock didn’t falter as this unknown man crouched to her level and calmly took some berries into both of his much larger hands than her own and offered them to her. Her eyes stared on, her body unable to move. She felt something, utterly otherworldly from the man and thus was suspicious of him. No one just suddenly appeared this deep into this specific forest without some sound.

Slowly she felt the ground with her hand to pull her basket between them. She dropped her berries, the sound being the only thing in the now completely silent forest. The silence alarmed her, the forest was never silent unless the forest god, Tapio and her wife allowed so.

The man was still waiting for her hands. She clutched them close to her chest, her eyes wide from fear. She turned and rose up to leave but didn’t get to make a single step away from him. Her eyes noted the bear in the path, the very same she took home each and every time she entered. She could feel coldness traveling through her spine, the creature staring into her very soul, clear message from the gods to stay where she was.

Her legs gave out underneath her and she fell on the moss, her mind desperately trying to make sense out of the bizzare situation. Were the gods playing with her? Usually their gods didn’t mess with the lives of mortals, not this directly. Sometimes Mielikki wouldn’t allow hunters to take a life of her cared forest creatures or Ukko made lighting but that was all they usually did.

Slowly she turned back to face the man and cupped her hands in front of herself. The deep blue berries fell into her hands, some pouring out of her full hands and onto the ground between them. She knew his eyes were never diverted from her as she dropped the berries into her basket.

She faced the man once again, her eyes having fire of determination in them. If she couldn’t leave, she might as well find out why this whole affair was happening. She opened her mouth to speak-

“You’re my wife.”

-and was beaten by him, who seemed to know what she was about to ask. His words and tone were gentle and quiet. She crooked her head little bit to the right in confusion, until the recognition hit her.

Her bear didn’t reincarnate into an animal.

The gods were mocking her.

“So gods decided to make you into a man?” She timidly questioned, her hands now clutching her basket’s handle in anxiety. A nod with a smile.

The woman sighed loudly. If the gods wanted it you had to allow it.

“I am your wife. But I need something to call you with.” She whispered quietly as she rose up, heaving as she pulled her basket with her. Two pair of hands gently took it from her, her head shaking in slight annoyance. She didn’t wait forward to explaining this to other villagers.

“I have a feel you’ll come up with something wonderful.”   

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[katia4141]

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