First, It was Barb was doing night checks on wayne manor cameras surveillance pt 2
Previous post pt 1
She was in a bit of awe when she saw the newest very rare exotic flower Alfred got bloom under the light of the full moon, revealing beautiful crystallized like petals blossom, only for her widening eyes to take noticed of a tiny little pixie like child to pop his little head out of the center of the flower.
His hair was unnatural white fluff like a dandelion in her opinion, eyes glowing an otherworldly green, freckles that sparkle like the stars themselves, ears a bit long and pointy, wearing a odd clothing with a needles strapped to his back, that she could barely catch in camera, the static buzzing sound from her cameras was making it a bit difficult to hear what sound the tiny little fairy boy made as he floated above zooming around the garden a bit like he was excited.
It made barb's inner child squeals, screaming, flipping her tiny princess table at the possibly of Nederland being possible.
Curious little bug, floating around like the fairies in Disney like except of the Glow pixie dust like she seen on the movies, he left a trail of blueish green light that faded away rather quickly with the way he was flying into the slightly opened kitchen's window...
Wait a goddamm minutes..
Barb immediately switch cameras to the kitchen, looking around, only to see it went through the hallway already, switching cameras again, checking the living room, the hallways, only to catch a glimpse of trail glow zooming around.
Crap crap. OK, no need to panic Barb. What do curious pixie like fairies out in the human world.. bring the season right?!, play with children like that Bell fairy did? Finds and take lost things and secretly repair lost things?..! Fairies are weak without pixie dust, they don't live long without it, each fairies has a different part of the seasons, and if you don't believe in them then they immediately die and that cause imbalance in the world without their influence unless you truly believe in fairies to bring back one fairy.(she went through a whole fairy obsession phase as a kid, she still mourns the lost of the create your fairy open world game)
The fairy must've Found a new type of pixie dust to fly without wings if she could recall that one sequel with the new pixie dusts colors thing..?
It was like a game of Where Waldo except where the little mythical fairy boy that couldn't possibly- no no barb don't think about the taboo words, if you think about it and this poor mythical being dies due to your words then the guilt will haunt you Forever.
3 hours in the catch the glimpse of the fairy boy, flying back at to his little flower holding a tiny cube of sugar, a shiny tiny object that she can't get a clear of, and a plump blueberry the size of his little hesr as he lands in the petals that were closing around him. Crystallized back close as if to guard this little fairy being with its own life.
Right when the full moon glimpse was gone out of the sight of the garden from the sky when the smog cloud from the city covering once more.. Barb is writing that down in her notes..
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Ok I love love LOVE the idea that Laudna realized her feelings for Imogen after the gayest conversation in existence™ because Imogen started using her circlet to block out thoughts literally the next morning. So (assuming Laudna didn’t realize this explicitly while they were talking) Imogen wouldn’t have had a reason to think that things had changed and meanwhile Laudna was rethinking EVERYTHING. That’s like romcom-level bad (or maybe good?) timing.
And then they got split up right around that time too so she couldn’t have seen Laudna’s behavior change even if she wasn’t relying on their mental connection. It makes complete sense that she asked to kiss her with the full expectation that she would be rejected.
(also I’m pretty sure I’ve read a fanfic that had Laudna experience this exact moment of realization so congrats to that person for getting a good grade in gay subtext interpretation)
EDIT: it was @overnighttosunflowers (cairophoenix on AO3) with The Truth Must Dazzle Gradually.
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Feel free to share more of your high thots, I‘m listening intently
ok heres some swissdew heavy breeding stuff.
(small text for @belle--ofthebrawl because i have decided so)
Dew humping into Swiss so hard and quick at the height of his rut, grunting and sweating and digging harsh claws into soft hips. Leaking so much, pudgy little knot almost ready to pop.
He jabs desperately at Swiss, so uncoordinated and out of sorts and animalistic that Swiss cant help but pull desperately at himself and moan. Dew's so close to shoving it in, but its all so wet and Swiss won't stop fluttering and clenching and oh no -
Dew cries out, pained, when a too eager pull of his hips unsheaths him entirely. Howls as his rock hard, red stiffy glides between Swiss cheeks, begging the ghoul beneath him,
"No, no, don't do this to me -"
It's too late though. Just a few more pumps before Dew's sobbing, knot popping into nothing while he cums in unsatisfying dribbles all over Swiss's lower back. He grabs at himself with shaky fingers, but it's not enough. No pressure less than Swiss's quivering, warm hole itself would do right now.
Dew shudders through his very much ruined orgasm, gasping and cursing with each pathetic squirt that pools at the base of Swiss's spine. Every inch of him burns, no relief to be found. His stomach still twists with the urge to claim, to breed, and the growl that bubbles up in his chest is completely involuntary.
Dew lines up and pushes back into Swiss's slick, velvety hole all at once, and howls. The heat of him is searing, Dew's cock so horribly oversensitive that he can hardly stand it. He hunches over Swiss's broad back, choking on the strangled moan the other ghoul gives him.
He drools onto Swiss's sweaty spine when the other ghoul clamps down around him. It's entirely too much, it makes him feel ill, but the urgency only grows. In the back of Dew's mind he knows it'll be a while before his body has more to give. Knows that his knot is still in the process of deflating, that his mindless rutting will get him nothing but more beautiful agony.
"Hold it this time," Dew rasps, adjusting his grip on Swiss's hips. Pushing him into a deeper arch that makes his hole look extra stretched. Dew winces. "Keep me inside, lemme - fuck, lemme fuckin' fill you up, you gotta-"
"Please," Swiss slurs, fucked out and groggy. The sound of his hand on his cock, loud and wet, complements the slap of his hips against Swiss's ass. He's on orgasm number three, Dew thinks. Working on milking out a fourth and clearly having difficulty.
Still, he begs. Dew loves that about him.
"Please, please give it to me." Swiss looks at him over his shoulder, and Dew sees real desperation in his golden eyes. "Get it deep inside, make my belly hot."
Oh the sound Dew makes at that.
"Yeah," he breathlessly agrees, sweat dripping from his nose to join the spot he's been drooling on. Dew wants to drag he tongue through it - so he does. Laps at Swiss's skin like a thirsty dog while his hands roam from Swiss's hips to his stomach. "Gonna get you so fuckin' fat with me."
He sinks his fingertips into the softness of Swiss's belly, arms tight around his waist, and then he's humping like a dog too. A bestial slave to the need burning through him.
"They're all gonna see," he pants, throbbing with every clench of Swiss's walls. "Swiss they're all gonna know -"
"That I'm yours," Swiss finishes for him.
And, well, Dew doesn't remember much after that.
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