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changetyre · 4 months

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MORE OSCAR SMUT PLEEEEEASE. The last one slapped. maybe where he rescues you from a creep? Idk. Thanks in advance!

Please II Oscar Piastri ⓈⒽⓌ

SUMMARY: After a scary encounter you seek comfort in your savior..

WARNINGS: **18+**, creep, violence, assault. Not proofread.

A/N: I'm a little behind on requests but with Christmas coming up I've been busy with gift finding, uni, seeing friends and family, and whatnot. Also, I'm really shit with endings so...srry.

"Yes, Dad I'm on my way back I promise." You spoke to your dad on the phone as you walked back to the hotel from a Red Bull party a few blocks down.

Being the daughter of a team principal came with its perks, being able to travel for free and meeting really hot Formula 1 drivers were just some of them.

Tonight you'd been invited to a Redbull party at the Las Vegas GP where you weren't even half surprised to see a Redbull car hanging from the ceiling. You hadn't even realized how late it was only intending to be at the party for a few hours knowing the next day would be busy.

Your dad had asked you to text him when you were on your way back and thinking you'd forgotten your dad had gone to sleep only to receive a text nearing 3 am where he decided to call and scold you...as usual.

"Dad calm down, there's literally people everywhere it's not like I'm completely alone, and besides I'm here in the lobby already." You rolled your eyes at your dad's dramatism.

"I expect you to be up and early tomorrow." Your dad simply said before hanging up.

You laughed as you walked to the elevator. The doors were about to close when a hand stopped them from shutting completely and they opened again.

In came a man who looked completely wasted already making you stand up straighter, warning signs going off inside your head. The doors shut and the second warning sign came when he didn't press a floor button.

You made yourself small trying to not grab any attention tucking yourself into the corner hoping the man would just leave you but as soon as you saw him slowly turn to you and smirk you knew that wouldn't be the case.

"what's your name baby girl." He stumbled all the way to you trapping you in the corner. You turned your head avoiding his face, the stench of alcohol dizzying you.

"Please get away from me." You tried your hardest to sound firm.

He laughed. "c,mon we're just having fun." He let his body fall onto you, his weight trapping your hands beside you.

"GET OFF ME!" This time you screamed louder fear present in your voice.

"Just relax." The man then whispered as he put his mouth on your neck trying to plant kisses all over as you tried wriggling away with all your strength.

"HEY!" You had completely missed the fact that the elevator had stopped and apparently so had the creep since the next thing you knew he was getting thrown off you.

You breathed a sigh of relief at the fact he was finally off you and even more at seeing a familiar face.

"y/n?" Oscar realized it was you which only angered him further. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM!" You heard Oscar scream before landing a punch to the man's jaw.

The next few minutes were a blur, you saw a hotel maid run by to see what was going on before guards were called. Oscar demanded they arrest the man and check the security cameras in the elevator to which the hotel staff assured they would do so and more and apologized greatly to you and him for what happened.

You simply nodded and gave short answers but wanted nothing more than to simply get away from all of this already.

"Hey let's get you back to your room." Oscar placed a gentle hand on your arm. You leaned into his touch and he put his arm around your waist keeping you close as he walked you to your room.

"Thank you." Your voice was still shaky but you felt much better now that it was over.

"Oh no don't need to thank me, he should've never touched you," Oscar replied.

You arrived to your room and you opened the door, turning around on the doorway to face Oscar.

"Uhm Oscar could you-"

"I'll leave you-" Oscar spoke at the same time as you.

You both froze waiting for the other to speak but you took the opportunity. "Can you please stay with me?" You asked him.

"Are you sur-" Oscar didn't want to overstep.

"Please. Please Oz." You begged.

And that's how Oscar found himself lying beside you in the hotel bed. It was awkward, he wasn't sure what to say or do and his nerves only increased when you'd scooted closer to him laying your head on his chest.

"uhm you okay?" Oscar chose to break the silence noticing neither of you were even close to falling asleep, you drawing circles on his chest a good indicator.

"I'm better now." shivers filled Oscar's body at the change in your tone, your voice was softer but more sure now. You looked up at him and Oscar just about stopped breathing at the closeness.

You weren't sure what it was exactly but the closeness you felt with Oscar had made you feel...warm in all sorts of places and you wanted more. Propping yourself further up you pressed your lips to Oscar.

You could feel the initial shock from him before he started kissing you back, combing your hair back with his fingers as he deepened the kiss.

You let out a soft moan at the fact things were quickly getting heated but were frustrated when all of a sudden Oscar pulled away standing up and taking a step away from the bed.

"No...no this isn't okay you've just- I can't- you're vulnerable and-" Oscar stuttered, it didn't matter how much he really wanted this he couldn't take advantage of the situation like this.

"Please Oz." The way the words had such different meanings from just a few moments ago. "I want this...I really want you." You said as you kneeled on the bed facing him.

The way Oscar's dick throbbed was criminal enjoying the way you so prettily positioned yourself on the bed wearing nothing but an oversized shirt which didn't do much to hide the space between your legs and he'd be blind not to notice the way your nipples poked out.

"Fuck-" Oscar cursed himself.

"Please Oz make me feel good." Your innocent voice almost made him pass out right then and there.

Look, maybe he was a horrible person for this...but he couldn't resist.

Stepping forward Oscar pulled you towards him by placing his hand on your neck, he knew you liked it as soon as you moaned into his mouth.

He slowly pushed you back onto the bed as he got over you not breaking the kiss. With his other hand, Oscar used his thumb to play with your nipples loving the way you squirmed at his touch.

He began kissing down your neck while his other hand began caressing your bare legs inching higher and higher slowly.

"Ah, shit...ah." He smirked at the reactions he was getting from you taking the time to tease you a little as his fingers just grazed over your panties but not just yet putting any pressure.

"Oscar just touch me already...please." Oscar had never felt anything like it when you grabbed his hand and brought them closer to you.

He let you partially take control as you began using his hand to rub it against yourself for a few seconds before curling your fingers through the back of his hand and placing it inside your panties.

"Holy shit you're gonna kill me," Oscar whispered to himself as he felt the way you guided his fingers through your folds before rubbing circles on your clit.

Oscar let you do what you please with his hands as he continued kissing the rest of your body not caring the way he was leaving marks practically everywhere.

"Please fuck me." You then asked.

The way you seemed to ask for everything so nicely only made Oscar want more and more of you.

"Of course baby." He whispered as he pulled his hand out of your panties with a little reluctance from you so he could strip himself off his clothes.

He saw as you were about to take your shirt off. "Leave it on," Oscar demanded, there was something about you in an oversized shirt with the idea of being bare underneath that just made the ache between his legs a little bigger.

You smirked noticing the desperation in Oscar's voice. Once he freed himself Oscar climbed back over you before holding his dick and rubbing it through your folds a few times.

You rolled your eyes back at the anticipation just waiting for him to fill you up already and it didn't take long before your wishes were fulfilled.

Despite the fact Oscar wanted to fuck you senseless he reigned his needs in and took his time thrusting into you, letting you adjust to his size and length.

"Fuck that's so good." You muttered breathlessly. "Faster Oz please."

You begged the knot in your stomach building up with each second.

Oscar propped his elbows beside you to steady himself before he started setting a pace, loving the way you immediately wrapped your arms and legs around him trying to pull him closer.

"sh*t you're so tight." Oscar could feel the way your walls almost clawed at him every time he pulled back out. "It's like you were made just for me, right baby?" Oscar had never truly been vocal during sex but there was something about you that just made him want to talk.

"Yeah...yes." You replied breathless again having a hard time focusing on his words from the overwhelming pleasure that was building up.

"You're taking me so good." Oscar smiled as he noticed the way your moans got louder and your breath quickened.

"Oz I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum." You cried out.

"Cum baby." Oscar was close too but to be honest he didn't care if he didn't finish as long as you did. After a few seconds, he could feel you clenched around him before your body shivered underneath him. His pace initially quickened before gradually slowing down fucking you through your orgasm.

And even though he thought he'd need more the sight of you coming undone seemed to be enough for Oscar as he pulled out pushing your shirt a little higher as he shot his load onto your stomach.

"Fuck." Oscar groaned at the sight of you clutching your breasts as he came onto you. "Shit, that was amazing." Oscar panted as he came down from his high.

"Yeah...you made me feel so good Oz." You replied innocently once more as if you hadn't just done the filthiest thing with him.

"Any time." He smirked as he helped you clean up.

#f1 #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #smut #f1smut #f1 one shot #f1 smut #f1fic #formula 1 #changetyre #oscar piastri #oscar piastri smut #op81 smut #op81 x reader

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actuallysaiyan · 5 months

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OMG CONGRATS ON 6K FOLLOWERS BACON 🥓💙. So for my first request I would like #14 (how much do you want to c*m?) with person A being let's see...Goku Black 😳please? and can it be Goku Black asking the reader that said question?🥺👉👈

event here.

warnings: smut, vaginal fingering, mentions of blowjobs, Stockholm syndrome, kidnap victim, victimhood, rough vaginal fingering, orgasm denial. word count: 0.9k pairings: Goku Black x Fem!Reader prompts: Person A: How much do you want to cum?

You never wanted to convince yourself that you were okay with this. You wanted to protest against it and make it known you’d be rescued. But the more the days would go by, the more you were coming to terms with the fact that nobody would hear your cries for help and that nobody would be coming to bust you out of this room. This is where you were going to stay here forever.

Goku Black had taken a liking to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He knew he’d never find another good plaything like you. While you believed yourself to be killed the second he grabbed you, he surprised you with lewd whispers and caresses to make your body shudder.

You were thrown into a room filled with a bed and a few things to keep you entertained. It became quickly known that you were Goku Black’s little plaything. He intended to keep you as a sexual partner, a hole to use. Nothing more, nothing less. The only issue with all of this is that you made it difficult for him to do more than to get you to give him a blowjob. You weren’t ready to give yourself up to such an evil person. Yet you were beginning to enjoy the so-called torture he was inflicting upon you. You were finding pleasure in the way he would groan and growl as you learned how to pleasure him with your mouth. It had been so scary the first time, but the more you did it, the more you found yourself wanting to make him cum so good.

Goku Black hadn’t intended on developing some feelings for you either. It surprised you that he actually seemed to care about your purity. You had told him the first night that you didn’t want to have sex, and he actually listened to you. Something about that pitiful pout made his heart wrench in guilt. He decided to wait it out, show you all kinds of different ways to pleasure him at first. If he got you comfortable with pleasuring him, maybe you’d come around wanting to have sex.

You thought about your strange relationship with this man as you soak in the tub. Strange as it may be, you find yourself wanting to make him happy. That’s why you’re soaking in this tub full of rosewater and the lovely scents of other flowers. You’re trying to make yourself desirable. It’s such an odd feeling for you, but you know that deep down you’ll never leave this place. So it’s only natural that you try to enjoy this.

He enters the room while you’re resting on your bed. You’re not wearing anything, which makes him smirk. He’s quick to grab you by the ankles, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. Your head whirls with emotions as he plants a searing kiss on your lips. Your tongue can barely keep up as he shoves his own into your mouth, rubbing against yours.

“Such a sweet little thing,” he says with a cackle. “You did all this for me, huh?” he asks about the sweet scent and the softness of your skin.

You swallow hard, “yes, my lord…”

He smirks at you again. He’s trained you so well. You’re becoming his little fucktoy, and it won’t be long before you’re just begging to have his cock deep inside you. For tonight, he was going to show you pleasure so that you may slowly become more comfortable with all this. Goku Black spreads your thighs, grunting at the sight of your little cunt.

“Mmmm…” he groans as he leans in to get a whiff of your scent.

Two of his fingers rub up and down your wet folds, making you jump up and yelp. Just the reaction you made makes his cock throb. Oh this is going to be so much fun for him. He knows he’ll render you into a whimpering and begging mess. He can’t wait to see your face all flush for him as he brings you to your peak.

Before you can even sink into this pleasure, he brings those fingers to your lips. Your eyes widen at the gesture.

“Suck!”

You don’t even hesitate, your lips part to suck on his long digits. You can taste yourself on them, making you part your legs a little more. You’re desperate for this attention and pleasure now, which makes Goku Black laugh at you. Then he shoves those two wet fingers deep inside your waiting cunt, thrusting them in and out at a brutal pace.

“I knew you’d become my little whore,” he grunts in your ear. You cry out as he bites down on your neck. Already your walls are clenching around his fingers, and you cant your hips forward for a little more pleasure.

Your head falls back as you fuck yourself on his fingers. Your breath comes out shallower as the pleasure builds more and more. It’s like someone has lit a fire in your tummy. Goku Black has you exactly where he wants you, and he’s about to pull out his best move. Just as your walls begin to clench around him signaling your orgasm, he violently pulls them out of you and leaves you panting.

“W-why’d you do that?!”

Goku Black laughs, “I wanna hear it…how much do you want to cum?”

#bacon.writes #goku black x reader #goku black x you #goku black smut #goku black x y/n #dragon ball super #dragon ball super x reader #dragon ball #dragon ball super smut #6k followers event

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naminethewriter · 13 days

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On the Road, Just the Two of Us

Chapter One: A Yellow Field and Just the Two of Us

Masterpost | Next | Ao3

Summary: This was written for @dukeceit-week-2024, @dukeceitweek

Janus and Remus are living in a campervan at the moment. Are they going somewhere? Who knows. The only thing that's important is that they're together.

Content Warnings: Innuendos

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Janus watched as the wind blew through the field in front of him. Almost as far as he could see there were rows and rows of sunflowers. The sun shone down, nourishing the plants, all their little faces tilted in its direction.

It was a simple sight, you could say. But a really beautiful one.

“Janny? You good?”

Janus looked down at Remus, who stood in beside the old campervan on which’s roof he was currently sitting on and staring up at him.

“Not at all. The view up here is absolutely dreadful.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke, eliciting a giggle from his boyfriend.

“I will be up to rescue you from it shortly then!” He puffed out his chest in a clear parody of his brother which made Janus grimace.

“Ew.”

Remus burst out laughing, dropping to the ground and rolling in the dirt. Janus watched him, mostly amused, though not about the fact that they now had more dirty clothes in the rather small van. Though, he supposed, with how much Remus was running around just before he came over, they probably had already been drenched in sweat, so it hardly made a difference.

“I’m coming up! Should I grab something?”

Janus blinked, not having realized that he’d spaced out. Remus was now sitting up, grinning at him.

“Something to drink would be nice. Thank you, darling.”

“No prob, be right there, Dangernoodle!” With that, Remus vanished into the van. Janus turned his attention back to the sunflowers, ignoring the noise his boyfriend was making. He didn’t want to know what destruction he was leaving behind on his mission to get Janus something to drink.

A minute later, Remus was climbing up the ladder attached to the backdoor of the van – well, it was less a ladder and more a few metal bars, but it worked, so what did it matter? – and carefully made his way over to Janus. The roof was able to hold them both easily but that didn’t mean they had to stomp around on it. Janus scooted a bit to the side, making room on the towel he had laid out to avoid direct contact with the metal roof. In this weather, that would be akin to burning himself and the shorts both he and Remus wore didn’t offer much protection.

Remus sat down next to him and held a nice, cooled water bottle to his face. Janus sighed, enjoying the sensation for a moment before taking the bottle from his boyfriend with thanks. Twisting the cap off while simultaneously holding on to his parasol took him a moment to figure out, but he managed. Remus watched him with a chuckle.

“You could’ve just asked me to open it.”

“I am capable on my own, thank you very much,” Janus huffed, teasingly.

“What a surprise! You capable enough that if I’d shove you off this car, you’d land on your feet?”

“As much fun as that sounds to try, dear, we’re in the middle of nowhere and you’re horrible with GPS’. It’d take hours for you to get me to a hospital with the broken bones I’d surely get from that.”

“Fine, fine, fine! No pushing you off! And I’m not bad with GPS! I just like to look for more fun routes.” He grinned, showing off his teeth and Janus couldn’t help the fond smile that snuck onto his lips.

“Of course, darling. That’s always the case without exception.”

“Aaaaanyway,” Remus said, loudly, “what’s got you so fascinated? I mean, I guess it’s pretty but it’s just a bunch of sunflowers in the end.”

Janus shrugged, letting his gaze wander over the field once again.

“Just the simplicity of it, I suppose. I haven’t seen many things like this in person since I grew up in a city and all our vacations were to either other cities or like all-inclusive five-star hotels. There isn’t much time for trips out into nature when your parents have to be reachable at all times. Plus, I always liked sunflowers. They’re not my favorite, but definitely not far off.”

Remus hummed. He knew some bits and pieces off Janus’ upbringing as the son of two successful businesspeople. His siblings and he had all the money they ever wanted but not a lot of affection. He decided now was not the time to dig deeper into that. They were out here to live in the moment, not in the past.

“What do you like about them? Don’t get me wrong, I like ‘em too, though mostly for their seed.” He wriggled his eyebrows suggestively at Janus who simply rolled his eyes and ignored the innuendo. If you can even call it that.

“I like them,” he said loudly, knowing that Remus would drag the bit out if he gave him the opportunity to, “because they’re quite unique looking. Big and sturdy. And still, they’re just as dependent on the sun. I could go into a spiel about how there’s so many different flowers to appreciate and they’re still all equal is a good comparison to how humans should respect each other and their differences but who has the time?”

Remus cackled at his dry punchline delivery and pulled him close.

Damn was he hot! And no, Janus wasn’t talking about his looks, though of course, Remus is hot in that regard as well, but right now his body temperature was more relevant to Janus. He was already almost overheating; he didn’t need to hug a living radiator.

“Dear, as much as I love touching you—” He paused to let Remus snort, because he knew his boyfriend and knew that he’d interpret it as a double entendre— “but it’s way too warm for that.”

“Ugh, fine.” Remus let him go and Janus took another sip of his water to cool down. “You sure you don’t like ‘em because they’re yellow?”

“Oh, shut up. I don’t automatically like everything yellow just because it happens to be my favorite color, you dick.” He lightly hit Remus up the back of his head which he only seemed to find more amusing. Janus couldn’t deny he was smiling too.

“I just think they’re pretty. Plus, they stand for long life, loyalty and positivity. And adoration but more in a platonic sense. It suits them. That you can eat the seeds is just an added bonus.”

“How ‘bout we get down from here and you let me eat your seed?”

Janus snorted.

“Maybe in the evening. Right now it’s way too hot for me to let you touch me anywhere.”

“Ah, fuck,” Remus said, disappointed. Janus patted his cheek and stood up, carefully making his way past his boyfriend and back to the ladder.

“Next time, tiger. Now, let’s get going. The air conditioning in this hunk of metal may suck, but it’s better than cooking out here.”

“Be right there, Jan!” Remus called after him as Janus disappeared behind the van. He got out his phone and typed out a quick text before putting it away again and hurrying down himself.

“Don’t forget to take the towel down with you, dear!”

#namiswriting #On the Road Just the Two of Us #Chapter 1: A Yellow Field and Just the Two of Us #dukeceitweek2024 #Day 1: Sunflowers #dukeceit #ts janus #janus sanders #ts remus #remus sanders #human au #fluff #innuendo #multichapter fic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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dailydragon08 · 6 months

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I saw Crimson Peak on your list and got excited because Charlie Hunnam's character often gets overlooked! I wonder if you'd have some little fluff about him (fall/gothic aesthetics would be most welcome)

I'm so glad to find another Alan fan! He's really an underrated character in the film. I'm a little brain dead due to some health issue flare ups at the moment, so hopefully a list of headcanons is okay:

Alan loves your spooky/gothic aesthetic when it comes to your clothes. Even though other people thought it made you stick out like a sore thumb, it was one of the things that drew him to you in the first place.

When fall rolls around, he 100% helps you go all out with the decorations and proudly wears matching cozy sweaters with you (were sweaters a thing in his time period? Not sure, but we're gonna roll with it).

I'm not 100% sure when Halloween became close to the thing it is now, but it's my fav holiday, so again, we're gonna roll with it. He loves watching you put so much care and love into either choosing or making a costume and loves to match you once the holiday approaches. He'll help you dress up the outside of your house or porch to draw trick or treaters, dresses up with you, and loves helping you pass out candy. In between trick or treaters, he's so happy to just sit on the porch and talk to you.

If you'd rather throw a costume party, he's completely on board for that too. He's helping you hang the decorations that go up high and insists on lifting anything heavy for you. If you're a handmade decoration/costume kind of person, he's showering your work in compliments and will be over the moon if you make something for him.

Speaking of costumes, he lets you go all out on any spooky facepaint/makeup that will complete his look.

He loves taking fall walks with you and thinks it's adorable when you purposely walk on the fallen leaves to get that satisfying crunch and will do it with you. Anyone watching might think you two are being childish, but you're too busy having fun crouching leaves and giggling with him.

He's always making sure you bundle up enough - he is a doctor after all and wouldn't want you to catch a cold. But of course if you do, he's there to the rescue and insists on taking expert care of you. If you don't have or didn't bring a good enough coat, he'll offer up his (never mind the fact that he's risking a cold himself; "don't worry, I'm a doctor, I'll nurse myself back to health in no time").

He becomes an expert hot chocolate/tea/coffee (whatever your preference is) maker just for you and will make the coziest set up by the fireplace with hot drinks, blankets, and whatever books/hobbies you two enjoy together.

I can totally see him also being the type to plant some apple trees in his backyard pre-relationship specifically so he can learn to make cider and bring it to you as a way to impress you.

If you know how to knit or crochet and make him some gloves or a sweater for the incoming cold season, he gives you the biggest puppy eyes when you give them to him. He'll treat them like gold and hardly ever has them away from his person.

He never knew much about the gothic aesthetic before he met you, but is fascinated by it once you introduce it to him - especially if he visits your house and it's designed/decorated in that style - and thinks it's gorgeous.

If he sees something in a shop that he thinks you'd like that would match your love of all things fall and/or goth, he'll buy it for you without hesitation and be so cute and bashful about giving it to you.

He won't hear a word if anyone tries to insult your style and reminds you he thinks you're the most gorgeous person on the planet.

#crimson peak #crimson peak fic #crimson peak x reader #alan mcmichael #charlie hunnam #alan mcmichael x reader #alan mcmichael headcanons #crimson peak headcanons #gender neutral reader #alan mcmichael x gn!reader #crimson peak fanfiction #alan mcmichael fanfiction

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jq37 · 1 year

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Twice Upon a Time - Neverafter Ep 1

The Times of Shadow

What is up y’all? A new season of D20 has started and I’ve been lured back to recapping by the siren song of fractured fairy tales. Fairy tales are one of my first loves (my thesis project for school right now is a fairy tale retelling in fact) and it’s very exciting to see that the D20 crew is digging into the darker side of these foundational stories.

I hesitated in starting recapping this season because as much as I love doing these, it’s a big time commitment and I am A Busy Person BUT the premiere ep was just so fun that I couldn’t resist. So, here’s the deal. I will do my best to keep up but no promises, OK? And I’ll be messing around with the formatting a bit to see if there’s a way to make the process a bit easier for me so bear with me.

And with that we start our story in the only way we really can…

Once Upon a Time.

Rosamund Du Prix (Siobhan’s PC)

We start with Brennan mesmerizingly telling the traditional tale of Sleeping Beauty–it goes down exactly like the Disney version. Three fairies. A fourth who isn’t invited and crashes the party after the first two have given their gifts and curses the baby princess to prick her finger on a spindle on her 18th birthday, killing her. The third fairy uses her gift to soften the curse so death turns into a 100 year sleep. Parents try to protect her by getting rid of all the spinning wheels but magic’s gotta magic and on her 18th birthday she finds a spinning wheel in an old tower and pricks herself anyway. She falls into a deep sleep as does the rest of the kingdom and the kingdom–the kingdom of Reverie–is covered in briars.

Rosamund (who I will be calling Roz) wakes up, 100 years later, unable to close her eyes or mouth because of the briars that are growing out of her body and all around her, completely encasing her. Everyone at the tables is visibly and audibly gagging at the description which I will spare you. Roz is horribly claustrophobic but also feels a weird sense that she’s holding something that feels like a troubling sort of sixth sense (not fully explained but I’m wondering if it’s some kind of Ranger ability because she is a level 1 Ranger).

She manages to get a hand free with minimal damage to herself (one fairy did give her the gift of grace after all) and painfully pulls the briars out of her mouth and nose. As she does, she hears whispers in her own head that she can’t understand and which stop when the root of the briars are out of her stomach.

Roz shakes the Briars that surround her, looking for the prince who was supposed to rescue her from this fate and, as she does this, pricks her finger. A tendril of the massive plant pokes out and drinks her blood, giving her a vision of the hundreds of corpses of the princes who have tried and failed to rescue her. The briars seem to think they are keeping her safe from the world outside and are fearful to let her go.

Now, well past the point of uneasiness, she tries to tell the plants thank you for the hospitality but it’s time for her to go. The plants do not agree and after she fails at trying to lull them to sleep with a lullaby, the plants try to stick her with the spindle and put her back to sleep. There is a bit of a tussle which ends with her diving out of her tower window and barely making it to the bottom in one piece. When she calls out to see if anyone is around, she gets no answer and decides to make her way out of Reverie–a process that takes months of traversing the thorny landscape. The kingdom seems fully destroyed.

By the time she escapes, she is in *rough* shape and she’s fashioned herself a bow of thorns.

[Note: Sleeping Beauty as a ranger is an interesting take. I wonder if she’s going to go Beastmaster for the traditional Princess With Animal Companion? Maybe Drakewarden if she wants to play with the Maleficent angle from the Disney version. Would be pretty cool to take on some of the traits of your captor–and she does already have the thorny bow. Fey Wanderer is an option because she was fey-touched upon being born.]

Now, in the present, Roz is a part of a traveling caravan in a wagon that’s going to the town of Shoeberg. In her wagon, she finds something damp and unpleasant being covered by a threadbare blanket and when she removes the blanket, she finds herself a surprise.

Gerard of Greenleigh (Murph’s PC)

Ger is prince turned frog turned prince turning back into a frog. He’s at the halfway stage so he’s still human height and build but with huge bulbous human eyes and damp, mottled, green skin.

He still has the bearing of a prince though and quickly identifies who he is and insists that his situation is temporary. Roz realizes that she’s related to him via marriage (“I think we’re cousins 3 times”) and is happy to join the self-gaslighting about how everything is fine and good and will be back to normal soon enough. They’re royals after all.

Ger says that though his kingdom is taken and his wife is missing, everything is fine and the fact that he’s turning back into a frog has NOTHING to do with his relationship with his wife which is FINE–something that Boffit (the trollson manager of the caravan who tells them they’re stopping for the night) doesn’t really buy.

From there we’re thrust into Ger’s flashback.

It is post-curse break and he’s doing pretty well. Except, he’s starting to realize that his frog traits are coming back. First his throat swelling. Then his eyes start migrating to frog positions. Then his tongue gets all stretchy. (“We fixed this though,” he says with a pathetic but kind of charming dismayed petulance). He tries to ignore the changes, even as he has a tense dinner with his wife–Princess Elody. Elody is discussing war-time matters with three of her generals–the kingdom is at war with Snowhold, the kingdom of the ice queen–but Ger just wants to talk about the upcoming ball and leave the unpleasantness to the soldiers.

Elody is baffled by her husband’s lack of interest in actively protecting the kingdom and his desire to hole up in the castle while others fight and die for them. It’s the Time of Shadow, she says. Never After is being overrun with giants and witches and sea creatures! Why is he so content to coast on their supposed happily ever after? Though Ger clearly isn’t the fiercely protective active ruler she is, he says he’ll try to take a look at his fencing books. And she says that she’ll try to give him what she can. But that night, she doesn’t come to bed because she falls asleep at her war table with her generals. And the next morning, Ger’s nose is gone. Bad!

[Note: Ger is a fighter. I don’t really have a good guess on his subclass. I am fascinated by his relationship drama with his wife, though. I really hope she shows up again soon because the dynamic of these two people being in love but having such opposed life philosophies is very interesting–especially when it’s having the mechanical consequence of forcing Ger to turn back into a frog. To be in denial about how things are going as you’re literally turning into a frog is so indicative of character.]

Back in the present, we shift to another carriage in the caravan–a very nice shoe being pulled by 4 white horses. Inside is the pompous Lord Bandlebridge of Shoeberg who is toasting two figures–a cat wearing a cape and boots and a puppet of a little wooden boy (with a splintered nose–I’m guessing it was removed to allow for lying without an obvious tell).

Through a back and forth, we learn that Puss in Boots (also known as Pib to his friends–I’ll be going with Pib or Puss interchangeably) and Pinocchio are scamming this man. They’ve told him that Pinocchio is actually a prince who stole 40 pennies from a witch and was cursed to be a puppet. They just need to borrow 40 gold pieces to break the curse and then they’ll pay him back in platinum. Lord B is so desperate to believe the story that he doesn’t look too deeply into it and goes with everything they say.

Puss finds that he is very hungry and slips into a flashback.

Puss in Boots (Zac’s PC)

Pib is living the good life in the Kingdom of Marienne. He’s straight up chilling on a pillow in a shaft of sunlight and his breakfast is brought to him–100 live mice!

The king comes in to talk to him privately and, as soon as they’re alone, starts freaking out. This is the miller’s son��Tomas–who in the traditional Puss in Boots story–is thrust into king-ship by Puss’s trickery. That’s all well and good but now it’s wartime and Tomas doesn’t have any idea how to run a country! Giants are attacking. He doesn’t know statecraft! He can barely read! And he loves his wife but he’s been tacitly lying to her for years and it’s all getting to be far too much.

Pib just brushes it off and is like, hey buddy. Don’t worry. It’ll all be fine.

Spoiler alert: It is not fine.

The kingdom falls to giants and Puss flees. And he has no idea what happened to Tomas and his wife.

[Note: Puss is a tabaxi re-skin and a rogue. Also don’t have a guess/hope in mind for subclass but I do love the bringing of the Puss In Boots story to its logical conclusion of–yeah, this guy doesn't know how to run a country. Of COURSE it’s gonna end badly the second times are bad and you can’t let the kingdom run on autopilot.]

Back in the present, Pinocchio is being a little brat and rubbing Lord B the wrong way. To calm him down, Pib calls Lord B his best friend and hugs him–checking his pockets as he does and finding a scroll which he notes but doesn’t steal.

Now, we check in on the third carriage in the caravan. Inside are two figures–”Mother” Timothy Goose and Ylfa Snorgelsson (better known as Little Red Riding Hood). Red knows Tim because he’s an older guy who used to read stories in her village. When things “got bad” (we’ll get to that) she met up with him.

They both get the announcement that the caravan is stopping for the night from Boffit (and that payment will be due in Shoeberg which is a problem because they don’t really have money). They have to stop in the Blackwoods (a primeval forest) which isn’t safe and they both offer to help with keeping watch (Red clearly being the more physically capable of the two).

As they stop, they also see two notable carriages that haven’t been mentioned before (a teapot drawn by a giant rabbit–clear Wonderland ref–and an uncovered chariot drawn by a ram with an older gentleman in it). They also see the shoe carriage which sparks their interest because Tim has this magic book that he writes words in that disappear. But the word “Shoe” stuck. So it has to be somehow relevant to his quest.

They go talk to Lord B who is going off about how much of a thriving metropolis Shoeberg is even in these hard times. While he does this, the guy in the ram chariot calls him a fucking idiot under his breath. Tim tries to respond to Lord B but is haunted by a vision of something behind Lord B and flips out, calling it a fucker and a piece of shit–freaking out Lord B so much that he runs off.

“I saw him again,” he confesses to Red and we jump into his flashback.

“Mother” Timothy Goose (Ally’s PC)

The Lullaby Lands are a really sweet place that’s mainly farmers and animals and doesn’t need a king or a queen to rule it.

Tim walks home with his son's bones in his arms.

His husband–Henry Hubbard–is horrified as Tim explains that their son, Jack, didn’t actually find whatever egg he said he found and was clearly mixed up with something shady. Tim said he saw Jack talking to some giant, black, demonic looking gander (a male goose) and say “I need my third wish” and then watched him age rapidly into the pile of bones he’s holding.

Then the gander said, “Do you wish to know what just happened?” and when Tim said yes, he was trapped in his own set of three wishes. He then wished for something to get his son back and was given the leather-bound book we saw him with before.

As a veteran bard and witch, Tim isn’t a stranger to magic. He opens the book, looking for an answer and finds the pages blank. Undeterred, he starts writing in the book and finds that everything he writes in the book disappears except for the word Jack that sticks.

He writes all day long and in the back of his head he hears the demonic whisper, “There’s no way you’ll find them all in time, Goose.”

Eventually, he notices a stain on the floor of the house where his son made a mess as a younger child, jumping over a candle and tries to just describe the person he wants. His son. He writes in his book the nursery rhyme (which it seems like he wrote in the world about his son) Jack be Nimble, Jack be quick, etc.

As he does, light fills the room and he sees a window open in the pages through which he sees his son, healthy and well and in a version of Pottingham that doesn’t seem afflicted by the floods tormenting it IRL.

“Dad I’m still here,” the Jack on the page says. “[The book] can save more than me. You’ll save them, I know you will.” Before he can say more, he is cut off and starts running. The book in the story sticks and Jack’s bones disappear in motes of golden light.

Tim realizes he has a LOT of work to do.

[Note: Tim is a bard. I could see College of Lore. Maybe Eloquence or Spirits? Also, I HATED how he got roped into his wishes. That’s some fey/lawyer B.S. “Do you wish to know?” Get out of here with that B.S. I hate the gander. All my homies hate the gander.]

Back in the present, the three groups of PCs are starting to get acquainted. Pinocchio introduces himself as a prince and, as a princess, Roz wants to know where he’s the prince of. Maybe they’re related! He lies and says he’s the prince of Shoeberg which Lord B overhears and knows to be false because he’s from Shoeberg.

Lord B starts accosting Pinocchio who is defended by Tim and then the Ram dude who comes to back Tim up. Ram dude is muscular and has armor and a sword. Though he backs up Tim in telling Lord B to step off, he also whispers to Tim that Shoeberg sucks and he shouldn’t talk about it so much.

Lord B retreats to his shoe carriage and on a Nat 1 insight, Pinocchio thinks that, despite his lie, he’s fine to still go in there. Everyone tries to stop his “chaotic entitled” ass and Red ends up stopping the sword of one of Lord B’s guards with a hairy paw and she goes into a rage. Flashback time for Red.

Ylfa Snorgelsson (Emily’s PC)

Red is outside of her home she is returning to. Apparently, she strayed from the path when she shouldn’t have and shit went down. She knocks on the door, and calls for her mom. No one answers. Red pleads for them to open the door, saying that her grandma is dead and she doesn't have a place to go but her mom says that her daughter is dead.

Read assures her that she’s alive and says somewhat fearfully that she doesn’t know what she might try to do to get in.

Inside, there’s some whispering about wolf-trickery and waiting for a woodsman but Red is eventually let in.

She manages to quell her churning thoughts and tells herself that everything will be fine once she’s in. Her mother will help her fix everything…but as soon as she steps in, a silver dagger falls on her while her mom calls for her siblings to run out the back door. It was a trap.

Her rage boils over and she flips the dinner table. A voice tells her to remember to breathe. She does and then, just like in the story, she huffs and puffs and blows her entire family away. Yikes!

[Note: God, talk about trauma. Love the weaving in of the Three Little Pigs story here. And man, Red is so young. Just a pre-teen. Emily plays her so unsure and awkward. I can feel Emily readying some emotional killshots with this character. Her pleading to be let in (which I realize as I write this is very “Little pigs, little pigs, let me come in) was so sad. Also, she’s a Barbarian in case that wasn’t clear. Path of the Beast would be the obvious subclass but we’ll see if she throws us a curveball as she is wont to do. Also,what’s the over-under on her multiclassing into bard? She already has a bard mentor in Tim and we call know mama needs her spell slots.]

In the present, the guard flees at Red’s display of strength and Tim hugs Red.

Pinocchio admits he’s not a prince but he and Pib tell a very sanitized story about how times are hard and they’re just been taking care of each other.

The stranger who helped them reveals himself as Old Cole (ie: Old King Cole was a merry old soul–but he doesn’t seem very merry anymore). He explains that Shoeberg was founded by an unkind woman who gave lordships to all of her shitty sons (ie: There was an old woman who lived in a shoe). It’s a rough city that chews people up and spits them out and it sucks that it got to survive while many other better cities crumbled in the Time of Shadow.

He’s–as far as he knows–the last survivor of his kingdom–Jubilee. Ger asks if he knows anything about his wife and Cole says she was a brilliant warrior on the battlefield (she’s a mace-wielder btw, and ad props for her to being a queen who actually gets her hands dirty) but he doesn’t know if she’s alive right now. Pib asks about Marienne as well but Cole only knows it was overrun by giants.

[Note: This probably isn’t important, but Cole is essentially making Stone Soup by his carriage which is another famous childhood story I wanted to point out because it’s glossed over.]

Everyone is told that they don’t get to eat if they don’t help with the food so Roz tries to do the princess thing of calling birds to help her. Of course, they’re in a gnarly, ultra-cursed forest so on a Nat 1 a fucked up ostrich comes to help her and she politely declines.

Pib and Pinocchio figure they can just steal some food and bring it to “help” but, when they go to do that, Pinocchio notices a coach with a key in it. When he opens it, he sees someone familiar is in there and sends Pib away while he talks to them privately (though Pib tries to eavesdrop).

Inside is a shadowy silhouette that Pinocchio nervously addresses as “Mom” Brennan says he’s only ever seen her shadow.

His mom says that Roz is very important and is being hunted so he needs to help keep her safe and hidden. She’s too busy caring for his father. Pinocchio asks for an assurance that his dad is OK and she says that she promised to keep him safe when she married him. She says something about some candle “burning low” and reminds Pinocchio of the night they met.

[Note: I can’t believe I’ve gone this far without mentioning that Lou had committed to this Mickey Mouse sounding squeaky voice for Pinnocchio which is Certainly A Choice. Also, not sure what the candle refers to yet. The most famous candle story is the Jack Be Nimble one and that doesn’t fit. Will think about this more.]

Pinocchio (Lou’s PC)

Pinocchio is in his town (Amarti in the kingdom of Marienne) up later than he should be. And he’s a real boy. A pointy woman in all black carrying a staff shows up and Pinocchio recognizes her as the second fey he’s met in his life.

The woman has a ball of magical energy which looks so so fun and says each child will get a chance to play with it if they answer a question honestly. Behind her, going into the village, something shadowy flickers. Maybe rats?

She asks a child what their father’s name is. He answers. There’s a scream in the village. She moves on to the next child. Same thing happens. The kids start crying, realizing something awful is happening.

She gets to Pinocchio. She asks for his name. Then she asks for his father’s name. He lies.

Instantly, he drops dead and wakes up on his strings in his father’s house as his dad breathes in and turns.

Back to the present, Pinocchio’s mother says that he’s been telling a lot of lies and she hopes he can keep them straight. And that’s where we end for the week!

[Note: OK, this is my big Pepe Silvia moment of the week. I have this fraught relationship with the show Once Upon a Time but I feel like it’s prepared me for the analysis I’m about to do.

When the character card shows up for Pinocchio’s mom it identifies her as “The Stepmother” (who is his patron btw–he’s a warforged warlock) and it identifies her as being from Cinderella. BUT it doesn’t say she’s THE stepmother from Cinderella.

Let’s think about this for a second.

She’s presented in silhouette. Why? It could just be patron dramatic-ness. But it also could be to set up for a reveal later.

We never get a name–just a title: Stepmother. And it’s totally normal that Pinocchio would just call her mom. But that also could be a setup for a reveal.

This is a weird pull but there’s an apt quote from Disenchanted (the other thing I’m currently obsessed with). “Stepmothers are wicked but they’re not usually very powerful.” Cinderella’s stepmother as a patron wouldn’t be my first guess, you know? Like, of course in this world she COULD be magic, like Tim is, but I think there are better candidates here.

Let’s think about the flashback now. Pinocchio’s mom leads into it by telling him to remember when they met.

He describes the fairy that he meets and her features. But Brennan also says he’s only ever seen his mom in silhouette. So the fairy and the mom don’t seem to be the same people even if that is the night that they met. Brennan also says it’s the second fairy he ever met which means the first is likely the Blue Fairy. So this isn’t likely a twisted version of the fairy from his story.

So the fairy this is likely to be is the one from Cinderella. The Fairy Godmother. And it seems like she’s controlling rats which tracks with the Cinderella story–rodents to horses, right?

(Though, sidenote, because I’m going full Pepe Silvia, I will also point out two other possible links. The first being something Pied Piper related. And the second being a Pinocchio pull as the Pleasure Island owner in the Disney version has these shadowy minions. Oh and while we’re talking shadows–Peter Pan. None of this is part of the analysis proper, just throwing out possibilities.)

ANYWAY, if this fairy is Cindy’s fairy and I’m skeptical the stepmom is The Stepmother then what if Pinocchio’s stepmother is Cinderella herself? The OG Stepmom in the story never had enough proximity to magic to be a patron but Cindy did. I could see her getting magic much more easily. And it would be a killer reveal story-wise.

I don’t know what the motivation would be yet and I don’t even know if she’s evil or just shady. But there was clearly a lot of intentional vagueness during this section, and this is my best attempt to parse it. I look forward to getting more puzzle pieces as the season goes on!]

#dimension 20 #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #twice upon a time #aww shit here we go again

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Choose Your Own Adventure, pt. 2

[part 1] --- [part 3]

As a thank you for the 1000 followers, I thought it might be fun to do a Choose Your Own Adventure fic. I've got a starting prompt linked above, and each part will be followed by a poll where you, the audience, will pick what happens next. Each poll will only last 24 hours, so definitely act fast if you want your voice heard!

Each part will only be 1000 words, and my intent is to keep this GN.

For now, there are no warnings.

What do you do next?

Invite Arven on a tera raid as a potential method to find more herba mystica

As Arven is explaining himself, he starts packing. In no time, the table and lamp are stowed away in his massive backpack. It’s evident from the casual speed with which he moves that he’s well used to his equipment and traveling with it. He'll be out and gone in two shakes of a flaaffy’s tail.

“Actually,” You start. Arven pauses and looks up at you, blowing a tuft of hair from his face. It falls right back to where it sat before. “If it’s herba mystica you’re after, your best bet might be tera raids. We haven’t had sightings of any herbs in the caves through here, but… Well, some trainers that come through talk about finding interesting plants after they’ve beaten extra strong terastalized pokemon…” You pull your rotom phone from one of the many pockets you have in your uniform and do a quick search.

“Oh, that’s… I dunno…” Arven starts.

“Looks like we got a formation coming up along the border with Glaseado Mountain!” You interrupt him. “Lucky, right?”

“Yeah…” He sounds less than sure of himself. “I’m, uh…not really much of a battler.”

“What?” You scoff, almost teasingly. “That’s not the Arven I remember. Weren’t you in the School Battle Brawls? You were, like, a founding participant if I remember right.”

From his place kneeling on the ground where he’d paused from packing, Arven covers the lower half of his face with a palm and looks away. He speaks softly; not in the gruff, nearly abrasive manner you remember from your teenage years.

“Well, yeah… Never won though…”

“Duh!” You respond immediately, and Arven turns to glare at you, still clearly embarrassed. You catch yourself quickly and squat down to his level, passing him an errant berry that must’ve fallen from his pack. “That tournament was filled with champion level students, elite-four members, the literal champion herself, and retired gym leaders. It’s…not surprising you didn't win? The fact that you entered at all and held your own is still pretty cool if you ask me.”

“I guess…”Arven takes the snack from your hands, and you feel his thumb brush against your palm before he retracts.

“I was always too much of a scaredy-skitty to even try, you know?” You confide. “But look at me now. I do actual rescues with my partners! I can only imagine how much stronger you and your Mabosstiff must be after all this time.”

Arven quirks a brow, restrains a scoff. “Your Mareep does rescues?”

He remembers your pokemon? A laugh bubbles up from your throat.

“Ampharos now, but yes! Having light is important at night or in caves. Also, docile, fluffy pokemon help calm lost, panicked individuals.”

He huffs. “I guess. Still. I wouldn’t really call myself a battler.”

You stand and stretch, your back and shoulders cracking. “I would! From what I remember? You kicked ass, man! Sounds like maybe you’ve just lost some of your confidence in battle.” A pause. “Not… I mean… Not that I can speak for your life or something, but… I could go with you?”

Is this weird? Should you be making this kind of effort? Especially when he’s technically trespassing? You weren’t particularly close in school. The guy didn’t show up to classes often, so you didn’t see him much. Sure, he was cute then…and he’s gorgeous now, but…

"Agh, sorry." You quickly concede. "I shouldn’t try to push you into a raid or battling. I just…um…" A nervous chuckle. "I admired how strong you became towards the end of our academy days… It seemed like you blossomed or something, I dunno."

Arven stares at you blankly from where he's still kneeled down, having paused from packing his bag.

"Ah, sorry, definitely weird to say." You feel a prickle of heat blossoming on your cheeks. "Listen. Let me just make sure you get outta here safe and sound, then we can forget this happened, okay?"

Arven is silent a moment, and you swear you've made this awkward beyond repair.

"...Where did you say the raid was?"

You can’t help the small smile that breaks across your face. "Just over by Glaseado Mountain. The scanners say it's a…" You check your phone again. "Ghost type."

"...Mabosstiff would do well." Arven seems to softly reason to himself, then a bit more loudly. "Alright. Let's do this."

In very little time, the pair of you make your way to the raid’s sparkling, jagged entrance. Arven frets a bit when no other trainers arrive, so you agree to each use two pokemon. He chooses Mabosstiff, of course, and Scovillain, as it's his one other partner with a ghost-type advantage move. You use Ampharos and Azumarill as support for him against what ends up being a ghost tera-type Blissey.

"It's…been a while." Arven mumbles as you make your way to the cave’s center.

"No big deal.” You reason. “Worst comes to worst, we heal up our pokemon and run. Anyway, I'm sure your pokemon will be happy for a chance to do their thing again!"

Arven hums. "Their 'thing' has been naps in sun beams, trying out new menu items, and getting treats from customers. It's been a while since we even thought about fighting anywhere near the level we used to…"

"Listen, I'm not judging. Let's just do our best. Like I said, if anything goes awry, we run. If not, we might get you those herbs!"

Arven gives a half smile. "Thanks. You really didn't have to do this, you know."

You grin right back, exaggeratedly gesturing to your uniform. "If it keeps you out of a prohibited area, then I kiiiinda have to? It's in the job description. Nearly positive."

He laughs. "Yeah, no rock slide risks, but tera raids are fine.”

“Occupational hazard.” You shrug, approaching the crystalline pokemon. “We can’t keep trainers from battles, but we can steer them from some bad terrain.”

Arven sighs, the joke over, as he thumbs the button of Mabosstiff’s pokeball. “Alright… Let's see how this goes."

What drop, if any, do you get from the raid? [poll]

Sweet Herba Mystica

Salty Herba Mystica

Sour Herba Mystica

Bitter Herba Mystica

Spicy Herba Mystica

No drop, you lost

#arven fanfic #arven x reader #trainer arven #rival arven #arven pokemon #arven #pkmn arven

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andi!!!! mwah congrats on the milestone 🫂💕💕 perhaps a lil blurb about byler set during a dungeon crawl (or similar) in 5x01 ?? bonus points if one of them gets flustered or acts like a cringefail loser (<- mike) <3

sarah!!! thank you so much, my dear! god, this one was a little bit difficult at first, but i'm actually quite proud of it. not quite loser mike core but some good flustered and shy byler for you! stretching my s5 muscles tonight 💪🏽

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playing soldiers, just pretending

So, here’s the thing.

Mike Wheeler has written a lot of campaigns before in his life—like a lot of them. He’s been playing DnD since he was about eight or nine years old, and with the exception of this past year with the Hellfire Club, he’s almost always taken on the role of the Dungeon Master. Storytelling and writing are just two of his biggest passions, and there’s nothing more fun than watching the excitement in his best friends’ faces as the campaigns unfold.

So, as a Dungeon Master of around… six or seven years, Mike is quite familiar with the idea of a dungeon crawl. Hell, he’s written a handful of campaigns involving dungeon crawls. They’re a pain in the ass to beat, but the Party loves them.

...

In theory, dungeon crawls are great.

In practice, they are, in fact, the most terrifying things in the whole fucking world.

Honestly, Mike is still just trying to figure out how the fuck his life came to all of this—how he, of all people in the world, is somehow stuck in the middle of a war with monsters from another dimension and how his hometown of Hawkins fucking Indiana has essentially been transformed into a labyrinth full of monsters and other people just desperately trying to survive.

There’s no way that his life has come to this. Mike’s not… Mike’s not a hero by any means, and his hands still tremble every time he holds the gun he’d stolen off a dead soldier’s body. He’s just a kid; Jesus Christ, he’s not even fifteen yet.

All of this is fucking insane, and the worst part of it all is that Mike knows this is only just the beginning.

That’s what Will had warned him, right? Back in Hopper’s cabin, when the two of them were sitting on that dusty old couch and still reeling from seeing Max in the hospital. He’d warned Mike that One isn’t going to stop—not until he takes everyone.

Though Will hadn’t said it aloud, Mike had known immediately the implication of his words.

Will, with his connection to the Upside Down and to One, would be the primary target of this madness.

And just like that, everything within Mike had been dragged back to nearly two years ago, watching his best friend struggle against the eldritch horror holding him hostage. It was as if everything within Mike had been reset—as if, suddenly, he could see clearly again and had purpose again, for the first time in a long, long time.

Will needs him.

…

Will needs him.

So, to hell with the fact that Mike isn’t a hero and to hell with the fact that Mike isn’t good enough to make his girlfriend happy like she deserves and to hell with the fact that Mike honestly, really just hates himself most days.

None of those things matter.

What matters most is Will.

And that’s exactly why Mike has not left Will’s side at all over the past few days. The rest of them have gotten separated a couple different times—running around to different parts of Hawkins and trying to rescue anyone they can—but Mike has stayed firmly planted by Will’s side.

It feels comfortable.

It feels familiar.

It feels like he’s right where he belongs.

Right now, their little group, consisting of Nancy, Jonathan, Joyce, Will, and Mike himself, is taking a break and camping out in the Byers’ old home. The new owners must’ve already fled, which makes the home a perfect place for all of them to hide out for now. They’ve got plans tomorrow to scope out the area—to see just how many monsters lurk in this part of Hawkins and to determine if this might be a good enough place to lay low for the time being. The Byers’ old house isn’t nearly big enough for everyone in their little group of Upside Down fighters, but right now, it might be the best they have.

Everyone else is asleep now—everyone but Mike and Will. Will really hasn’t been able to sleep, since his connection to One has been something ever present and active. He looks completely exhausted, and though he insists Mike should go to sleep, Mike’s definitely not going to do that.

No way in hell.

“You’re so damn stubborn,” Will sighs, pulling his knees up to his chest and looking over at Mike. They’re in what used to be his old bedroom, and it looks different, just like the two of them do.

This place… it holds so many different memories, and so much has changed. But at the end of the day, it still feels so familiar.

And for some reason, it still feels a bit like home.

“You’ve known me for almost ten years,” Mike points out. “This shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”

A ghost of a smile forms on Will’s face, and he shakes his head. “It’s not,” he admits. “It’s just a little annoying sometimes.”

“A little annoying is just part of my charm,” Mike jokes, and much to his delight, Will actually laughs.

(It’s a nice sound, and God… Mike didn’t realize how much he missed hearing that.)

“Damn right.” Will grins back at him, and Mike’s jaw drops open.

“Okay, rude,” he protests, picking up the closest object—somebody’s old shoe—and chucking it at his best friend. “You didn’t have to agree with me!”

Will catches the shoe easily, and he laughs again, smiling brightly at Mike. “I mean, you said it, not me,” he teases. “Can’t blame me for agreeing with you.”

Mike just sticks his tongue out at his best friend. “I can’t believe the world’s ending, and you’re making fun of me. What the hell, Will?”

“The world’s ending,” Will echoes. “That means we’ve gotta say what we actually mean, right?”

It’s a joke.

It is. It’s a joke, and Mike knows it.

But still, the words feel like a punch in the gut.

We’ve gotta say what we actually mean.

Funny Will would say that… because Mike hasn’t said what he actually means in what feels like years.

“Yeah,” Mike says quietly, staring down at his dirty Converse. “Yeah… you’re right.”

(Of course, Will is right. Will’s always right, and Will always seems to know what to say to make Mike feel better or to encourage Mike to do the right thing. It’s just that… right now, Mike doesn’t want to listen to Will’s advice.

Because listening to Will’s advice would mean confronting a whole mess of things that Mike isn’t ready for. And look… the world might be ending, but Mike can’t deal with that yet. He just can’t.)

“Sorry,” Will says suddenly, and Mike looks up in surprise. There’s a guilty look on his best friend’s face. “Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” Mike reassures. Seriously, he needs to have a conversation with Will about apologizing for things he’s not responsible for. God knows Will always takes the blame on himself. “You… you didn’t do anything wrong, Will. Honestly.”

He pauses here, then glances down at his shoes again. “Do you… do you remember when we were talking in the desert?” Mike asks quietly. “After we buried Unknown Secret Agent Man. And you said… sometimes, it’s scary… to say how you really feel.”

Will’s breath hitches. He’s quiet for a moment, but then, he murmurs, “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”

“I, um… I think I get it,” Mike admits, still unable to look up at his best friend. “I get what you were saying, you know? And… sometimes, I get scared to say how I really feel too… even though the world is ending. Especially since the world is ending.”

The words are as close as he’s been to honest in a long, long time. That fact brings Mike a little bit of comfort.

“Well… I guess we’ll just have to hope the world doesn’t end,” Will says softly, and Mike finally looks up, meeting his best friend’s eyes. There’s a sad smile on his face, and Will looks so small like this, with his knees pulled up to his chest and his face illuminated by the dim moonlight. “Maybe by then we’ll be brave enough to say what we really mean.”

There’s… something in his voice… something that Mike can’t quite put his finger on. For some reason, Mike’s stomach does an uncomfortable little somersault, and he finds himself unable to look away from Will.

(Will… he looks really nice tonight. Not that… not it matters.)

“Yeah,” Mike finally says, his voice just as soft, and he offers Will a small, sad smile. “Yeah, maybe we will be.”

(For his sake and for Will’s, Mike hopes that the two of them are right.)

#andi's asks #byler #byler ficlet #andi writes not dies #st 5 ficlet

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misc-obeyme · 27 days

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the barbatos brainrot is here! help me!! he refuses to leave and is now filling my head with ideas!!! mainly ideas about him with a reckless/silly mc - one who gets into trouble every other second.

yeah they have to deal with problems caused by the brothers and solomon, but this mc gets into trouble all on their own! teleporting halfway across the devildom, transforming into random plants and animals for fun, awakening ancient curses, etc.

barbatos loves them with all of his heart, but they're shaving years off his immortal lifespan by picking fights with demons who badmouth him!! mc please stop before he locks you up just to stay out of trouble for a day!!

- 🎠

Mwahaha welcome to Barbatos brainrot, it's a fun time here!

Now I have actually considered a scenario like this because my MC is the same way. A troublemaker all on their own lol! Ciaran would be mad at me for saying that, though.

Anyway, the best part of this is that you can take it a couple of different ways.

In my MC's case, Barb's very presence calms them which causes them to get into slightly less trouble when they're with him.

But I think you could easily have an MC who is just as chaotic all the time. So the question is how will Barbatos deal with it?

On the one hand, I could see him being almost blind to it. Like he's so over indulgent when it comes to MC, that he just smiles and lets them do whatever. In the end, he's always rescuing them or fixing problems when things go wrong. But he just acts like it's normal and doesn't freak out about it or anything. In fact, I could see him finding MC's trouble making tendencies rather endearing.

But on the other hand, I can see him going the other direction and being like, okay MC we need to talk about self preservation. Cue him giving MC multiple lectures about it lol.

I kinda see the second option as a little more like how he is with Diavolo. Like this person is under my protection and I am always going to see to it that they're happy and healthy. However, if they're contributing to their own issues, I will be sure to set them straight.

#kinda like #mc please consider the affect your actions have on others #his way of saying please stop trying to give me a heart attack thanks #obey me #obey me barbatos #🎠 anon #misc answers

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teabights · 2 years

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River Like You

Sunmary: best friend to lover trope. You and joe grew close during your time on stranger things. You have a mini melt down after an interview and Joe comes to your rescue

Warning: Joke about suicide

You slump down in your spot on the couch as you wait for your castmates. If you have to answer one more question about getting to kiss Joseph Quinn, your head is going to explode. He is a fantastic kisser, you’ll give him that. Despite kissing him, Joe Keery is where your heart stayed loyal. Joe was always around when you two were filming. He’d run lines with you, go on mid-day coffee runs for you. You got to pet his dog when he’d bring it. He also checked on you every day, making sure you were feeling good. He was the best person. Your brain fought you on the fact that he was being so nice, maybe he was nice to everyone.

“Hey, Y/N,” Joseph says as he sits himself down next to you. You straighten yourself up.

“Hey Joseph. Are you getting a lot of questions about kissing me?” You ask.

“Oh my God, all the time.” He just chuckles. “I don’t know how many times I have to go over the fact that you are a great kisser.”

“If they even try to make romance rumors I will shut it down so quickly.” You remark.

“If Joe could get his head out of his ass and…” Joseph stops when he notices the other man.

“And do what?” Joe sits himself down on the other side of Joseph.

“Do you mind trading me? I get nervous, the arm of the couch is like a crutch for me.” Joseph says.

You give him a small death glare and watch the men switch spots. “Joseph was talking about he knew you were going to steal the end of the couch.”

“Oh, well, when you two are planted in the middle, it seemed like the obvious choice.” Joe says with a small laugh.

“So sorry, traffic was fucking crazy.” Maya says as she rushes over to sit on the other side of you.

The way you four were sitting seemed so off. Maya and Joe always played off of each other, and Joseph’s and your characters are in a relationship.

“Wait…” You say, your brain is now too focused on the seating. You get up.

You watch Joseph scoot to Joe and you sit on the end now between the arm of the chair and Joseph.

Joe glances over at you. “Does this make the most sense dynamically?” His tone was soft and even, just honestly trying to help.

“Yes… Sorry…” You mumble, embarrassed by the action.

“You’re o-.” Joe starts but the interviewer sits down.

After the interview and the millionth “How is it getting to kiss everyone’s favorite man?” question this circuit, you four got released from the set.

“Hey, Y/N, are you doing okay? You looked like you wanted to blow your brains out.” Joe asks.

“Oh my God, I hate answering about Joseph. Like we have one kiss, sure it was pretty hot, but that’s it. I wish I could put that as part of the questions I won’t answer…” You just let loose. “Like, what about my scenes with Finn and Gaten, or like when I actually get to show off my true talent, but noooo I am just a girl, whose only talent was kissing one man.”

“Jesus, have you told anyone about this?” Joe asks.

“Obviously not Joe. Now, excuse me, I have to drive to my hotel and I would like to take a nice bubble bath and drown myself.” Your tone is only slightly playful during that last part because you feel like you have to be.

“Well, instead of that, you could come out tonight… Maya has a little gig at 8, I told her I’d go. I think you would have fun.” Joe says. “Joseph has to set off to London tomorrow so he’s not going.”

“Maybe…” You say to him.

“Come on, it’ll be fun. She might let me do a song.” He says, like it was a selling point for you.

“Which song?” You ask like it actually mattered, you were still probably not going to go.

“Chat…” He watches your face scrunch up. “Rii…” Your face scrunches again. “Gloom.” His final answer actually made you a little excited, he’s only done it live one other time.

“Huh, still maybe.” You say.

You walk off from him, walking outside and to the rental you have. You get in your rental. You drive back to the hotel. You hand the key off to the valet and walk in the building. You walk the one flight of stairs to the second floor to get to your room. You open the room and check your phone: one text from Joe, two from Joseph, and one from your mother.

Mom: Dear good luck on your interview. Miss you bunches. Come visit as soon as you can.

That is the usual text to you these days.

Joe: Hey, listen, I really hope you come tonight. If you need someone to keep you company tonight, let me know, I’ll be there. Wait… I mean like if you just need someone to hang out with.

You laugh a little, he is truly a fucking idiot.

Joseph: Go with Joe to Maya’s thing. He obviously is trying to make a move.

Joseph: Joe texted me worried that you were going to actually drown in the bath - please let him know you were kidding.

You roll your eyes a little bit at the text. You shoot back your texts before setting your phone back down. You walk into the bathroom, plugging up the tub and starting the semi-hot bathwater. You walk back to grab your phone as you see a text from Joe had come in.

Joe: Hey, I am glad you were kidding about the bath. But seriously, I am here if you need to talk about life or anything. I am really glad we got as close as we did. I like being around you. Please come to Maya’s show, it’ll mean the world to her. I’d like to see you.

What a whirlwind of emotions that fill you up. You put your phone down on the counter, pulling up your hair into a high bun. You grab your phone and start the reply, telling him to grab you at 7:30 and bring street tacos. You start to click through your podcast that you frequent while laying in hot water. You see Joe’s message comes in.

Joe: 7:30 - gotcha. :) 2 Carne Asada with extra rice on flour?

You can’t help the smile as you text him a quick ‘yes please.’ You play Last Podcast on the Left and put on the Jonestown episode. You turn off the water and completely get naked. You slide into the bathtub, it is a big warm hug. You love it. It was only 4pm, so you know you had time to enjoy the bath, and find something cute to wear to Maya's show. Around 6pm you hear a knock on your door. It makes your heart race. You get out of the bath, drying off quickly then wrapping yourself in the robe that the room had. You walk to the room and look through the peephole. Joe? It was only 6pm… You unlock the door and open it.

“You are a whole hour and half early, dude.” You say.

“I know, but I got hungry and I wanted to eat with you. So I brought dinner a little early.” Joe says.

“Uh, come in. I am going to uh, get ready then I’ll join you. There is a nice little table out on the balcony.” You motion to the other side of the room.

“Yeah, shit I am sorry. I should have checked.” Joe says as he walks in, starting to the other half of the room.

“It’s okay. I like eating with other people a lot more than eating by myself.” You say.

Joe walks over to open the door of the balcony and put the food and drinks down on the table. “I’ll stay out here… just join me when you are ready.”

“You don’t have to. I can change in the bathroom, it’s no big deal.” You tell him.

“Okay…” His word is almost breathless.

You walk around to the drawer you put most of your clothes in. You grab underwear and jeans. You dig around for a moment.

“Fuck.” You mutter.

“What’s up?” Joe says looking up from his phone from the chair by the bed, which you’ve shown so much love while in this room. It has a great view of the outside and you could shift a little and watch TV.

“I thought…” What a girl thing. “I thought I packed the matching bra with these underwear. It would have been good tonight.”

“Can you just…” Joe starts.

“Joseph David Keery, if you think I can wear mismatched undergarments after freaking out about the way we sat today at our interview, then you are clearly not as intelligent as you come off as.” You cut him off with.

“I am sure it is just misplaced. Maybe it’s still in your suitcase.” He says.

You just nod your head, giving the drawer one more look through and then check your suitcase. He must be a witch you pull it out and hold it up.

“Keery, are you a witch?” You ask rhetorically.

“No, just logical.” He comments, glancing at the brassiere before looking at his phone again.

You go to grab the top you wanted, which was a checkered see through top. You also grab socks for your docs. You move to the bathroom. You unplug the tub and pause the podcast. You derobe and start to get dressed. You don’t dare put on your socks. You grab your phone and make sure that you look okay. Your makeup hadn’t moved. Thank the Lord. You walk out and toss your socks next to the pair of Doc Martin’s on the floor.

“Let’s eat.” You say.

“Alr-... you look good.” Joe comments.

“Oh Joey, shush.” You mutter as you move to sit on a chair on the balcony.

He sits across from you. You two start to eat the food. It is so good.

"God, this is the best…" You mutter.

"Glad you liked it, I wasn't sure. It was a new one for me, so I didn't think that they would do your tacos right." He admits.

"It was perfect Joey." You offer him a small smile. You glance at your phone. 6:45. You still have an hour and 15 minutes.

"You were joking about… drowning yourself right? Like obviously you didn't, but…" His words trails off.

"Joe, listen, I am over dramatic and a bit OCD. I don't want to die." You feel like he needed to hear those words specifically.

"Okay, that's good to know." He offers you a warm smile. "I am here for you."

"I know Joey, you've been here for me since you laid eyes on me the first day of set, which I am forever grateful for." You flash him a little smile.

"Do you want to go for a walk?" Joe asks.

"Uh, sure, let me get shoes on." You say as you head back inside.

You walk to where you ditched your socks. You slide your socks on then your shoes. Joe places the trash can down where he got it from, you can only assume he cleaned up. You get up from the floor. You grab your bag and look over at him. He walks over to you with a smile. You walk to the door and open it for him. He mumbles a small thank you as he walks out and you are quick to follow him out. He starts to head in the direction of the elevator.

"Where are you going?" You ask, after you realize he was going to get on the elevator and you are headed to the stairs.

"To the elevator… are you going to the stairs?" He asks, looking at you.

"Y-yes." Another moment where you feel embarrassed.

"Are you scared of elevators?" He asks so casually.

"I never get a room above the third floor and if I do, I will ask for a room change." You admit to him. He just walks over to you.

"Fine, no elevator." He grabs your wrist and drags you to the stairs.

You can't help the laugh as you walk with him. His hand moves tentatively from your wrist to properly holding your hand. You tangle your fingers with his. You two descend down the stairs to the front lobby. Joe grips your hand a bit tighter as you two go outside. He pulls you close as you two start walking in a random direction.

"So, what do you have lined up?" He asks.

"Oh, I got to meet… shit uh… Mariama Diallo at a coffee shop, I boasted about how much I love her work. She said she was working on something new and offered me a part." You say with a smile. "It's still horror related. I think Misha Green announced a possible season two of Lovecraft Country being written, I would like to audition for that."

"Keeping it in the horror family?" He asks.

"Like you didn't do a whole movie about a wannabe social influencer who decided to kill people." You remark.

"True, fine. There is nothing wrong with liking one genre of film the most." He shrugs his shoulders. "Finn does horror specifically. Producing his own horror movie."

"Joseph plays miserable little shit heads who doesn't know what comfort is." You state with a small laugh.

Joe laughs. "Yeah, poor guy. He needs to be in a romance movie where he gets the girl in the end."

"You though, you do everything. Comedy, horror, romance. It's impressive." You comment.

"Yeah, I like doing a little bit of everything." His hand squeezes yours.

"I just enjoy horror too much. I would do a rom-com or play an older sister in a teen flick." You shrug your shoulders.

"I'll write you and Joseph in a rom-com, so you both can be happy." He lets out a small chuckle.

"That would be great. I get to kiss Joseph all the time. Get asked about kissing him all the time." You roll your eyes, even though you at least would be comfortable with kissing your co-star.

"Yeah, but then you two could be fucking adorable all the time." Joe comments.

"Yeah? He's a great friend. I think the girl who ends up with him is going to be so happy." You say.

"Yeah." Joe goes quiet after this.

You look around for a moment. "Should we head to Maya's gig?"

"Oh yeah, probably." Joe says as he takes out his phone.

He drops your hand to quickly maneuver his way to the mapping app on his phone, to see how far you guys are from the venue. You pull out your phone, just to seem as busy for a moment, seeing a message had come in.

Maya: joe said you are coming tonight, so excited xoxo

You send a quick text back to Maya that you were excited also. You put your phone away. Joe was also putting his phone away. He takes your hand again, y’all fingers tangle together with no issues. Joe starts to lead you guys to the venus. You took in the sigh of the city.

“How come you are scared of elevators?” He asks.

“There were 17,000 deaths last year due to elevators.” You answer him.

“Damn, that’s fair enough.” He chuckles.

“They’re literally my nightmare.” You whisper.

After about 15 more minutes, you two arrive at the venue. You two are able to slip in the side. Maya had let you two in, hugging you guys tightly.

“I am going to get a drink, do you need anything?” Joe asks.

“Just a beer.” You say. Joe nods and walks off.

“Why were you two holding hands?” Maya asks. “Did he finally tell you?”

“Because we - wait, what?” You say.

“Shit, nothing…” Maya goes back.

“Maya…” You press.

“No, nope, no.” Maya says as she scurries off.

You just laugh and follow her. You help her get ready for the show in the green room. Joe comes in with two beers. He sets the beer down in front of you.

“Thanks Joey.” You say.

“No problem.” He says and leans against the counter, watching you do Maya’s makeup.

You pick up the beer, taking a sip. You finish the makeup. “Beautiful!”

“Thanks bestie.” Maya says with a chuckle.

You move next to Joe. His beer switches hands and his arm moves around you. You lean into his touch. You two sip your beer. Your eyes look at the clock. She goes on in like ten minutes.

“Do you want to stand in the crowd?” You ask Joe.

“Yeah sure.” Joe says.

“Okay, Maya good luck! Joe and I are going to stand in the crowd.” You say as you move off the counter.

“Okay, thank you guys for coming!” Maya says.

“You got this.” Joe says as he moves to Maya. He gives her a quick hug and a small kiss on the head.

You and Joe move to sneak from backstage to the crowd, standing near the back. There was a heavy female audience. After a few more minutes, Maya comes out on stage. The crowd sings along to her music. It made you and Joe smile. It was so cool to see her do something so cool.

“This is for my friends. I think they need a little help.” Maya says, her eyes land on you. She starts the song ‘River Like You.’ Joe looks at Maya with wide eyes. You listen to the words and feel your heart thump hard. Joe’s hand squeezes yours. You look over at him. He leans over to kiss you. You meet him halfway and kiss him back. His hand moves to cup your face. You can hear Maya singing. “YES!” Maya says after the song stops. Joe pulls from your lips with a small laugh.

“I like you a lot.” Joe says.

“God, I like you a lot too.” You say.

#joe keery #joe keery x reader #joe keery fan fiction #joe keery fanfiction #joe keery fan fic #joe keery fanfic

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cubicle-eyes · 1 year

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Campus

( I FORGOT TO ANSWER THE OG ASK TO THIS MY BAD )

Anon asked...

" raine x gender neutral reader fluff? any scenario is fine "

On it!

( wdym this sounds like the lumity kiss scene?? 🤨🤨 ur crazy )

" in the afternoon, you're out on the stone and grass. And I'm sleeping on the balcony after class. "

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"Hey, Rainestorm, you with me?" Eda snapped her fingers in her friends face, making the witch jump.

"Eda! Be quiet!"

"Ohhhh, I get it. You're spying on Y/N again, aren't ya?"

The redhead grinned, putting her hands on her hips and swaying slightly, like she felt very accomplished for knowing that.

Raine was sitting underneath the old tree by the grudgby field, sneaking glances up at their partner as Y/N rest on the balcony of Principal Faust's office. Yeah, being his kid was not very fun. Raine sighed, wishing Y/N would be allowed to come down here to talk with them before school officially let out. Eda took one look at Raine's face and sighed.

"This is all very poetic and stuff, Romeo and Juliet- but I think it's time we played a little more into that fantasy side."

"You're about to get us in trouble, aren't you?"

"Yep! Hold your centaurs, Rainestorm, we're about to rescue your awesome partner!"

Y/N was very easily awoken by the whistle Eda gave, standing in suprise and rubbing their eyes sleepily. Y/N leaned over the balcony, eyebrows raised. Eda was holding up a paper with "DISTRACT FAUST" written across it in bold letters, and Y/N gave her a thumbs up before spinning on their heel and stepping into the office. Faust frowned deeper.

"Dad, two kids are fighting on the front lawn."

"Mm. We'll take care of it. Vice Principal?"

"Yes, Faust?"

"Watch over Y/N. I'll be right back."

He said it like a threat, but Y/N was immune to his cold nature by now. Bump swallowed thickly as the door shut. Y/N rolled thier eyes.

"Bump, you just.. stay in the office, 'kay?"

"I-I'll do what I like, Y/N."

"Okay."

Y/N said it with an almost questioning tone that got Bump nervous, and before he could question them Y/N had slipped back outside, grateful for the fact the windows had thick blinds over them. Y/N leaned over the balcony again, but stumbled back when Raine popped up in front of them, flustered.

"Eda! You did it too early!"

"My bad! Continue on!"

"Raine? What are you doing?"

Y/N grinned, watching the vines creep up over the edges of the stone balcony, pink flowers sprouting and casting their own scent through the air. Raine was standing on a large vine leaf, and they grinned as Y/N took their hands.

"Saying hi."

"You dork. I wish I could just come down there, instead of making you and Eda do.. this. Aren't you scared?"

"Peeing my pants right now. This leaf is NOT very stable. I think if you blew on me I'd completely fall over."

Y/N laughed and Raine grinned, proud of themself. Y/N leaned on the balcony, their faces inches apart. Raine scrunched their nose.

"UH, GUYS? THIS IS VERY CUTE TO WATCH AND ALL BUT PLANT MAGIC ISN'T MY SPECIALTY!"

"Oh! Okay, Eda!"

Y/N shouted, waving. They turned back to Raine, cupping their face quickly to press their lips to Raine's forehead for a quick kiss. Y/N laughed as Raine's glasses started fogging up. They pulled them off quickly, wiping at the glass and starting to ramble.

"T-These things are so annoying! I mean, I almost wish I was blind instead. No, wait, that's not nice. I-It's just bad because it's-"

"HURRY IT UP, RAINESTORM!"

"EDA!"

Raine shouted, shoving their glasses back on their face. The vines started shaking and Eda grunted from below. Raine inhaled sharply. Y/N smiled, drawing their own circle in the air, sneakily replacing Eda's magic with their own. The witch still on the ground flopped backwards into the grass, tired. Raine scrunched their nose again.

"Alright, better head down. Faust will be back soon."

"Oh, fine. Can you still come over tomorrow?"

"So far. I'll see you then, Raine."

Y/N started lowering the vine, but Raine quickly pressed a kiss to their cheek, making the witch falter, and, in succession, the vine. Y/N squeaked as Raine started falling, the vine retracting quickly and into the dirt. Eda reacted quickly, catching Raine bridal-style and making the both of them fall to the ground.

"Sorry!" Y/N called, wanting to laugh, but they'd wait until they made sure Eda and Raine were okay.

"It's okay! Eda broke my fall!"

"I think the ground broke a rib."

"Head to the healing Coven anyways, okay?" Y/N laughed, waving. Raine waved back, staying seated on top of Eda's stomach until she finally started to wrestle them off.

Y/N chuckled to themself, watching their partner and best friend wrestle on the grass playfully, leaning on the stone railing and propping their head up on a fist, crossing the back of their heels.

Y/N couldn't wait for them to cause all sorts of mischief when they got out of this stupid campus.

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*insert Bump watching through the blinds and sobbing because it was too cute for him*

I like this AND hate this?? I'll fake myself into loving it sooner or later.

💙

#the owl house #toh #the owl house raine whispers x reader #raine whispers #toh raine whispers x reader #answered #fluff #the owl house x reader #raine whispers x reader #toh raine #gender neutral reader #raine whispers x gn reader #raine whispers x gender neutral reader

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idiot-mushroom · 11 months

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SILLY FUN FACTS ABOUT MY AU!!!

After the whole incident (which I will explain later), Raph seemed to take on the more wild side of himself (aka the silly turtle instincts). He wouldn't talk as much or be affectionate as he always is. He always seemed to distance himself from his brothers (Realistically snapping turtles are a solitary species), but not fully leave the room or have them leave the room as he still didn't enjoy the loneliness.

He seemed to have a much bigger appetite than usual, Leo sometimes finding him in the middle of the night raiding the fridge or pantry. The only thing he really seemed to target was meat as due to his turtle instincts, his more carnivorous appetite took over. Whenever Mikey made food, he always made a separate dish for Raph, to fit his new standers at least.

His aggression seemed to rise, whenever his brothers approached him from behind or while eating, he took it as a sign of them trying to attack or steal his food. Therefore he would use his big ol' jaw and try and snap at them (he always felt guilty and apologized after).

Due to the fact Snapping turtles are VERY aquatic turtles, Donnie made a separate little pool room, and just to make it more comfortable to Raph he made it similar to a legit swamp, with a small underwater plant bed and everything (he's very proud of his background in agriculture and plants in general).

NOW WE CAN TALK ABOUT THE... INCIDENT

(very quickly, I'm arguing if this could take place if the movie never happened or if this happened before or after the movie)

how this all happened you ask? This all happened when a mission went wrong at Big Mamas' hotel. Big Mama had noticed Raphs power and strength and figured she could use this to her advantage. She had ordered some cronies to be a decoy to distract the red one and corner him. After a whole cool anime fight later they finally capture him.

He awakens in a dark concrete room, the only light barely illuminating it being the small window above him or the small opening in the steel door. The loneliness starts to kick in before he hears Big Mamas' sickening voice. She explains how he's stuck here now, how now he serves her. She would just barely feed him, only giving him small scraps here and there. So, even though it sickened him to the core, he had to resort to... other options

yatta yatta yatta, some months go by, he gets into some fights, goes overboard, eats them, and the process repeats. That is until his brothers manage to rescue him. They find him rather malnourished, and of course in his savage state. Just barely do they get him home without getting caught or killed, and almost getting home.

Donnie is awestruck by how Raph managed to survive this long without food or so he thought considering his large size. He was so glad to have his brothers back, but the things he had to do at the battle nexus still haunted him, so even then he slowly distanced himself from his brothers, afraid he'll hurt them.

They were still worried even then, as he still wouldn't eat. Not even his favorite foods. But one day when Donnie did a checkup on him, he was rather silent. too silent. Out of nowhere, Raph charged at Donnie, headbutting him right in his stomach. He couldn't even get up before Raph charged at him again, this time his hand grabbed onto Donnie's face pinning him down.

A clean rip on Donnie's arm would be heard as Raph's jaws clamped down on his shoulder, ripping his arm off.

soooooo, how did you like the info dumP?

oh i love that tho, A+ stuff 👍

but seriously love this au!!

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nonagesimus · 11 months

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Birthday Prompt 3 - Damian and Tim reluctant bonding

Prompted by @vvienne

“I can’t believe you hit the wrong button.”

“If you were half as smart as you think you are it wouldn’t have been the wrong button.”

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose and fought back a surge of fury. It had been a long time since Damian's last attempt at actually harming him. They were supposed to be on better terms. It didn't matter how infuriating the kid was, he was not about to start a brawl with a ten-year-old. Even if said ten-year-old had taken Tim's half-aware tirade while he puzzled through the Riddler's latest test as gospel and dove directly for what turned out to be very much the wrong button. It could be worse. It could've been one of those tests that spawned a bunch of robots they had to fight, or one that had started the countdown on a bomb, or one that would've dropped a bucket of paint on them.

Instead they were just stuck in a shipping container together, and so far they hadn't been able to find any indication it was something they could open from the inside, so they'd had to request help on comms.

Steph had laughed for nearly a full minute before saying she was in the middle of planting some bugs in the Iceberg Lounge but she'd be over as soon as she was done.

So, ok, maybe it couldn't get worse.

Tim had sat down in a corner at the far end of the container from where Damian was pacing, giving him as much space as possible. He wasn't sure if it was doing much—He didn't think much was going to help until they had an exit. It was something at least. Damian's hood was up, shadowing his face, and every movement he made was sharp and angry.

"We're fine," he pointed out. "There isn't even a screen in here. If Riddler was planning on doing anything he'd want to brag about it. No screen, no bragging, no trouble.”

"That's not the point," Damian snapped. "We were bested by Nygma. That's simply pathetic."

The sentiment wasn't lost on Tim, but he could admit that was probably ego rather than sense. Riddler was a pain in the ass, but the fact that he was a pain was a point in favour of him actually being pretty good at his job. Regrettable, but true. There was a reason he'd checked in with Steph first when it came to getting a rescue; she'd be able to get through the puzzles faster than most bats, and while she'd make fun of them far longer than would feel appropriate, there wasn't the same burn to failing in front of her that Tim would feel if it were Dick or Jason. Or, God forbid, Bruce.

Or at least it felt that way to Tim. Maybe Damian wouldn't agree.

He watched the kid pace for a few more minutes before he said, "Would you have preferred I call someone other than Batgirl?"

Damian sniffed. "Her skills may be adequate in this area specifically." It was about as big a compliment as Tim had ever heard Damian give. He'd have to tell Steph once they had a moment to themselves. "The other Batgirl, however, would be more discrete."

Ah. That tracked.

"You know what they're like," Tim said. "They tell each other everything."

It was even odds if Cass would've ended up calling in Steph herself anyway. She wasn't bad at puzzles when she tried, but she didn't have much patience for them. Especially wordplay, which Riddler loved.

"Tt."

That made Tim feel like he might've scored a point. Probably not the way he should be thinking about the conversation.

"I figured she was the least likely to tell B," he said, baldly.

Damian's eyes flashed towards him. "You're trying to hide your failure from my father?"

"First of all," Tim said, "The failure is both of ours. Secondly, yeah, I really am."

"You should learn to face your shortcomings directly, Drake," Damian said.

Tim, politely, didn't call him out on the use of his name. "Ok, you can tell him what happened."

Damian's scowl deepened for a long moment before he said, "Have it your way."

He starting pacing again without saying anything else, so Tim just leant back further against the wall, tipping his head to rest against it. Thought about closing his eyes, but dismissed it. Even if it had been a while, that felt like taking being vulnerable in front of Damian to a new, idiotic level. Instead he briefly checked in with Batgirl and just got a double tap that indicated she'd acknowledged his message but couldn't talk. Probably still in the Iceberg Lounge, then. For a lack of anything better to so he dug around in his utility belt until he found a little bag of trail mix so he could at least snack.

When he realised Damian was watching him, he held the bag out.

"Want some?"

Damian did nothing for a moment—apparently giving it the same amount of consideration that Tim had given shutting his eyes—before stomping over and grabbing a couple of dried cranberries.

Tim considered calling him out for only taking the best bits, before ultimately deciding they didn't have the kind of relationship where that would be taken as teasing, and said, "You should sit. We're gonna be here until Batgirl finishes up."

The kid scowled into middle distance for a moment before dropping gracefully into a cross-legged position.

"Do you really think you'll be able to hide this from Father?" he asked, apropos of nothing, several long a silent minutes later.

"Eh," Tim said. "If he looks into it he'll probably figure it out, so the main goal is to keep him from thinking he needs to look into it. But it's not like it'll be the first time I've lied to Batman."

Damian fixed him with an intense gaze, leaned towards him so far he rocked forwards a little, and said, "Tell me how."

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Bryn-Ayla Del Caro

Meet My Jedi OC! This is a living post with some info about her and her life! Feel free to send me an ask if you want to draw her or find out more about her character! More info and fun facts about her below the cut!

Pronouns: she/her

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Born 56 BBY | Age 35 at the start of the war

Species: Human

Home planet: Takodana

Her family descended from a branch of House Vizla, but her ancestors left Mandalore at the end of the Mandalorian-Jedi war (738 BBY) and relocated to Takodana.

Headcannons:

OC Sunday: Shoes, Setting, First Impressions

OC Sunday: Voice, Home Planet, Weapon of Choice

OC Sunday: Favorite Book, My Favorite Trait, Weakness

OC Sunday: Most important thing, Hobbies, Starbucks

OC Sunday: Core Wound, Party Plans, Color Palette

OC Sunday: TV show, Plant, Body Type

OC Sunday: Song, Changes, Wardrobe

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Sergeant Hunter

Shipping Questions: Bryn x Obi-wan Kenobi

Physical description:

Height: 5'8"

Tanned skin

Dark brown hair, worn in a braid that falls to her waist

Dark brown eyes; sometimes they're black as night to the point you can't differentiate her pupils from her irises, other times they're warmer, with flecks of honey amber that shine in the sunlight.

Fit, muscular figure that can carry more weight than it appears to be able to handle.

Jedi Facts:

She was gathered by the Jedi Order when she was 4.

She and Obi-wan Kenobi were trained together at the Temple on Coruscant.

Became a padawan to Jedi Master Plo Koon at age 13.

Was also mentored by Qui-gon Jinn, and assisted him and his padawan, Obi-wan Kenobi on many missions.

She was present when Qui-Gon and Obi-wan rescued Queen Amidala from Naboo and found Anakin Skywalker.

Became a Knight at age 24.

Became a Master at age 31.

Gains a seat on the Jedi High Council at age 34 at the same time as Obi-wan Kenobi.

Her tunics are usually the basic tan, but her tabard is a dark maroon, and her cloak is a dark brown.

She was primarily a Form IV user (very Force-demanding and acrobatic), but after she built her second lightsaber, she became very skilled in Form V (switches quickly between offense/defense and incorporates dual-bladed combat).

After the construction of her second blade, she will switch between holding them in a traditional and reverse grip.

She had a padawan, a Twi'lek names Silais. He began training with Bryn when he was 13, was a very skilled prodigy and passed his trials and became a knight when he was 20.

She mentored Anakin in the same way that Qui-gon mentored her, and accompanied him, Obi-wan, and Ashoka on missions when needed.

She is close friends with Padme Amidala and serves as an unofficial liaison between the Jedi Council and the Galactic Senate.

Lightsabers:

She built her first Lightsaber when she was 12, and the crystal that chose her emitted a blue blade.

Her second saber, she built when she was 22 and emits a green blade.

Clone Wars Armor:

Rather than use standard-issue Jedi Armor made for the Clone wars, Bryn actually uses pieces from a set of beskar armor that was passed through her family from the old days of Mandalore. Originally, it was plain metal with no designs, but for the Clone War, she paints it Maroon like her troopers. After the battle of Jabiim, her Senior Commander Steeler paints a set of jiag eyes on her chest plate.

She wears a headset similar to real-world bone-conducting headphones to tap into clone comm channels hands-free rather than use a comlink.

Fun Facts:

She's fluent in Mando'a

She can communicate in some droidspeak, as well as some Huttese and Twi'leki, but does need communicators for complex conversation.

She identifies as polysexual; she is attracted to multiple genders, but is only attracted to humanoid species (though if there is a connection, she won't say no)

She has had a few intimate interactions and relationships, but she holds her duty as a Jedi above all else. She has no clouded judgement or shift in priorities from her affections.

Primarily, she and Obi-wan held an on-off relationship throughout their lives, but it was fully understood duty came first. When Cody comes along, Bryn is completely understanding and even encourages the relationship between Obi-wan and Cody and they become a throuple. Later on, after Bryn chooses to become the commander of Clone Force 99, Hunter eventually joins the polycule (no clonecest). Same as Bryn did for them, both Obi-wan and Cody encouraged her bond with Hunter.

At the start of the Clone War, she was assigned the 43rd Attack Legion, designation, Khaos.

A lot of the 43rd Legion's command structure/call signs/command officer names were heavily influenced by Grecoian (Greek) Mythology, because she gifted the command batch a book of myths.

Her call sign with the 43rd Legion was 'Nyx'

Her father had started training her in with bladed weapons when she was 3 and gave her a Mandalorian dagger when she was collected by the Jedi Order.

For a Jedi, she is skilled with 'civvy weapons,' especially daggers/vibroblades and rifles. She trained with them periodically for undercover assignments, and trained with them more vigorously at the start of the Clone War.

She drinks caf (like any other self-respecting overworked individual), but Obi-wan got her hooked on having a cup of tea in the afternoon (damn you Scottish man).

She survives Order 66 thanks to the Bad Batch.

After Order 66, she scrubs the maroon paint off her beskar armor and paints a new set of jiag eyes on her helmet with forest green paint. She then keeps her helmet on at all times and poses as a Child of the Watch, fighting with DC-17 blasters and vibroblades.

She has PTSD in relation to sleep and will often slip into patterns of insomnia or have night terrors.

She's a trained Medic.

When she was in the Jedi Academy, she knew Pong Krell and threw a pastry at him (nailing him in the face) after he said something bigoted in the Temple dining hall. They never really got along.

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