#maybe have it attach differently??? that might be what’s throwing off

[bumblebeeappletree]

Every once in a while I’ll see some posts about everyone should become vegan in order to help the environment. And that… sounds kinda rude. I’m sure they don’t mean to come off that way but like, humans are omnivores. Yes there are people who won’t have any animal products be it meat or otherwise either due to personal beliefs or because their body physically cannot handle it, and that’s okay! You don’t have to change your diet to include those products if you don’t want to or you physically can’t.

But there’s indigenous communities that hunt and farm animals sustainably and have been doing so for generations. And these animals are a primary source of food for them. Look to the bison of North America. The settlers nearly caused an extinction as a part of a genocide. Because once the Bison were gone it caused an even sharper decline of the indigenous population. Now thankfully Bison did not go extinct and are actively being shared with other groups across America.

Now if we look outside of indigenous communities we have people who are doing sustainable farming as well as hunting. We have hunting seasons for a reason, mostly because we killed a lot of the predators. As any hunter and they will tell you how bad the deer population can get. (Also America has this whole thing about bird feathers and bird hunting, like it was bad until they laid down some laws. People went absolutely nuts on having feathers be a part of fashion like holy cow.)

We’re slowly getting better with having gardens and vertical farms within cities, and there’s some laws on being able to have a chicken or two at your house or what-have-you in the city for some eggs. (Or maybe some quails since they’re smaller than chickens it’s something that you’d might have to check in your area.) Maybe you would be able to raise some honey bees or rent them out because each honey tastes different from different plants. But ultimately when it comes to meat or cheese? Go to your local farmers. Go to farmers markets, meet with the people there, become friends, go actively check out their farm. See how the animal lives are and if the farmer is willing, talk to them about sustainable agriculture. See what they can change if they’re willing. Support indigenous communities and buy their food and products, especially if you’re close enough that the food won’t spoil on its way to you. (Like imagine living in Texas and you want whale meat from Alaska and you buy it from an indigenous community. I would imagine that would be pretty hard to get.)

Either way everything dies in the end. Do we shame scavengers for eating corpses they found before it could rot and spread disease? Do we shame the animals that hunt other animals to survive? Yes factory farming should no longer exist. So let’s give the animals the best life we can give them. If there’s babies born that the farmer doesn’t want, give them away to someone who wants them as a pet. Or someone who wants to raise them for something else. Not everyone can raise animals for their meat. I know I can’t I would get to emotionally attached. I’d only be able to raise them for their eggs and milk.

Yeah this was pretty much thrown together, and I just wanted to say my thoughts and throw them into the void. If you have some examples of sustainable farming/agriculture, please share them because while I got some stuff I posted from YouTube, I’m still interested to see what stuff I might’ve missed!

#solarpunk #farming #hunting #agriculture #sustainability #sustainable farming #sustainable agriculture #like Rewilding farm land is pretty interesting and trying to replicate an ecosystem with farm animals but also allowing wild animals #to make homes in the rewild farm land is pretty cool #and I have an absolute love for food/garden forests #and hydroponics have shown to be really great for communities in the winter time and they want to have fresh produce #all sorts of cool stuff

[onlyseokmins]

lusty gallant • c.s.c.

Pairing: choi seungcheol x afab!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), roommates!au, fwb!au, lil angst if you squint

Warnings: monster dick cheol <3, swearing, breeding (mentions of pregnancy), size kink, lots of cum and cumming inside, fingering, bantering ofc, choking, lil bit of praise and degradation, hair pulling, man (dick) handling, prolly unhygienic sex tendencies, teeny possession heh, basically reader and cheol are pussy/dick whipped and heathens, sassy, and lil shits (affectionate). pls lmk if i missed smth I'm sleepy

WC: 2.6k

A/N: happy birthday to my beloved soulmate @duhnova <3333 you've been such a lovely presence and have become one of my favorite people from tumblr ❤️ ty for always matching my pace and being so loving and bright always! i really hope you like this heh i tried smth a lil different and we all know I'm secretly feral for cheol and love you lots <3 hope your special day is the best day ever! also happy 1st fic of 2023!! Many more to come I promise 💖 update: 9/6: sequel

When Seungcheol walks through the door with the biggest shit-eating smirk on his stupidly handsome face, you know he's up to something. It makes you want to tear off the beanie snug around his head. Oh. And maybe the rest of his clothes too.

"What is it?" you grouse out as he stands expectantly in front of the television screen. "This better be important because I'm missing the finale."

He knows this but still blocks the screen. Because he's also unbearingly smug, aware of how you can't stop checking him out. Where else are you supposed to divert your eyes when he's in the way though?

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Seungcheol has the audacity to wink at you through his clear-rimmed glasses, "you'll like it lots."

You easily feign disgust. "Why in the world do you think I will?"

"Because," he rocks back on the balls of his feet. Hands burying deep inside the pockets of his gray sweatpants only helps exemplify the outline of his big, long, thick dick inside. "You like me."

"Please. I've kept my end of the bargain so don't go assuming that I haven't."

It's the way his smirk grows wider that stops you from throwing even more daring accusations his way. You also know what kind of man he is. It was very obvious what you signed up for after agreeing to be his roommate. 

To ignore all his minor inconvenient and annoying tendencies in exchange for basically living without having to drop a dime for rent or groceries in a nice apartment.

"You like my dick."

Oh. And free cock. The best and biggest kind of cock you might have ever encountered and probably will ever again. No strings attached.

Except everyone knows that those nonexistent strings very much so exist. And are attached. To Seungcheol's cock. Not the man himself. Definitely not. He knows it. Your best friends know it. His own friends might know it too.

Even the couch knows. You grimace. Thinking back to the night before. And the night before that. And last week — 

Yeah, the couch definitely knows.

"Yeah occasionally, and?"

You continue to glower straight at Seungcheol's crotch as it seemingly moves closer to you. Every step he takes causes his cock to jostle slightly in his pants. Your jaw aches instinctually and you know you're probably drooling.

Disgusting.

But you are a dedicated whore.

"Occasionally, my ass," Seungcheol mutters in disbelief, more to himself if anything, already half hard. 

It's truly unfair how you frown cutely, seated below him so prettily with a rebellious glint in your eyes. Oh, how he loves to fuck that attitude out of you. Even now, the way your lips curl down in faux disgust causes his hips to jut forward.

"You're insatiable," you mock when he shifts even closer until his clothed cock nearly presses against your nose. Suddenly enveloped in his scent, you can't help but go ahead and nuzzle teasingly against his bulge.

"Says the one who begged to be filled up this morning."

His words make your hole clench pitifully, causing you to purse your lips. Soaked and stickied fabric sits between your legs. Not just from being constantly wet around this man. But the same stupid man who had naughtily pulled your panties back up to cover your poor spent and abused pussy after a long, hard sleepy fuck to ensure not a drop was wasted after cumming deep inside.

And you loved it. There was something special, something you treasured about feeling full of his messy release coating in and all over your cunt. It surely beats the warmth of his arms you've never felt when he nonchalantly throws the covers over your shoulders and saunters out with a literal bounce in his step.

You wonder why Seungcheol even bothers paying and staying in a two bedroom apartment when you both end up in the same bed. Maybe the variety of wondering who will crawl under whose blankets makes it all worthwhile.

"What did you want to show me?" you fire back.

"Oh," an eyebrow raises, "you think you deserve to see?" 

The feeling of his hand pushing your forehead back is harsh enough that your tongue automatically pokes out with the expectation of a heavy cock laid upon it. Instead, his fingers that stroke your cheek are gentle. Seungcheol is not a kisser. But the featherlight tracing of circles along your neck make up for it.

Your eyes roll back when his thumb rubs along your throat, the rest of his fingers wrapping around with a gentle squeeze.

"Hm?"

"Of course."

"I don't think so." Seungcheol's decision makes your jaw drop but he's not finished yet. "Always acting out and misbehaving like a total brat. Have I still not fucked you hard enough?"

You wince, shifting in your seat lightly, because that statement is not entirely untrue. For sure, you can't recall the last time you weren't at least a little bit sore, struggling to sit comfortably with how brutally he's had his way consensually with you. Still. Nothing will ever be enough to fully rid you of your brattiness.

It's simply a part of your wonderful personality that everyone should appreciate more. And Seugncehol does. He adores everything about you.

Not that you would know. You don't even attempt to understand the pondering look in his dark brown eyes while he casually squeezes and releases his grip around your throat. Unaware that he's thinking about purchasing that cute collar and leash set he saw. Gifting it to you as a one-year anniversary celebration present since you moved in. Wondering what color would suit you best.

"Shirt off, wanna see your pretty body."

It's easy to maintain eye contact and a naughty smile until the shirt has to be pulled off your head. There's no need to wear a bra at home, nipples already perking up before your upper body is bare. Surprisingly Seungcheol doesn't focus on your tits as expected and you meet his eyes again with a questioning stare.

"Show me," he coughs, changing his tune, "show me if you kept your tiny lil hole filled up."

Your cheeks burn. Not out of shame. It's just his stupid effect. Legs already shaking, you stand. He backs up, giving you space and crosses his arms, eyebrows pinching together as he observes every single movement. Your trembling hands tug at your sleep shorts that barely cover anything.

"Turn around."

You obey, of course. Sucking in a harsh breath and bracing yourself as you throw your shorts on the floor, sticking your ass out on purpose. You're sure your panties are an absolute mess to look at — you can feel it — and Seungcheol's loud grunt only confirms the truth that it's a visual to die for.

Even though the best part hasn't even started yet.

Continuing to bend over, you ease them down slowly. Slower than necessary. Every slide down further and further makes the fabric stick to your center, a filthy mixture of arousal and Seungcheol's cum drenching it. A clear string of your essence clings to the material when you finally get them off and his low curses only make your pride swell, pussy lips fluttering and pushing out more of a mess.

"You touched yourself." His disappointed tone is obvious. But the pleasant reminder of flicking lazy circles on your clit over your panties while dipping an occasional finger to play and move around the cum inside makes your body thrum in pleasure. "Seriously? And you thought I was insatiable?"

"What's the matter? I was bored while you ran your silly errands and left me all alone," you purr. "You can just fill me up again. Maybe try and keep your dick deep inside this time. Or let me cockwarm you after, promise I won't waste a single drop."

When you lick your lips and wiggle your hips, Seungcheol scoffs. "Desperate little thing."

He shuffles closer, taking time to lick his palm like a heathen before roughly cupping your pussy. It's not like there's a need to wet his hand. But the heady way you can't help but watch how stupid sexy he looks through your eyelashes only eggs him on. Fingers spread your lower lips so the rest of the thick white globs can fall out and then he's slipping one inside your cunt.

"Not like much can fit in this tiny hole. Surprised you aren't pregnant yet after being stuffed full." Feeling you squeeze and suck his finger in more taunts him to add another. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? That's why you keep asking for it."

There's no time to adjust to the way he curls his fingers just right that you're already dizzy with pleasure. And then he speeds up, shoving them in at a rapid pace that fills the room with loud squelching sounds and whimpering moans.

Your hands brace the back of the couch for dear life, upper body already lurching forward with the way Seungcheol can render your body to his will completely. You're sensitive but it feels so fucking good. Any twinges of discomfort are drowned out by fuzzy pleasure.

Then suddenly, you're left empty. There's not much time to complain about it though before he's rubbing his hand across your ass, smearing it with the glistening sheen coating his fingers. Watching how your cheeks jiggle in time. 

You hear a hum, a tickling sensation tracing down your back before he's pulling you up by the back of your neck to lay flush against his chest.

Hips rut against your ass, betraying his desperation and messing up his sweatpants — not that the man cares. He probably revels in it. There's something that makes you weak in the knees, though, with Seungcheol fully clothed while you wait naked and bare for him to make the next move. 

One moment his hand slides from the back of your neck to the front in a gentle chokehold, muttering something about "had to make sure you're nice and empty to take another load" and the next moment the world spins as he pushes you down on the couch.

You land on your back, supported by his strong arms so you barely actually fall. Hovering above you, he finally rips off his beanie and you gasp when pink strands flutter out down to tickle your nose.

"You dyed your hair?"

"Yeah, thought it'd look prettiest between your legs." Your pussy flutters at the mention and so does your damn heart. "Besides, you know what the color is named?"

"What?"

"Lusty gallant." Seungcheol beams when you erupt into delighted laughter. "See, isn't it perfect?"

"It really is!"

"Knew you had a crush on me."

His pompous smirk makes your teeth grind and you spit out, "Where did that come from?"

"You think I'm gallant. Brave. Heroic. A gentleman."

"Did you know?" Your finger pokes at his firm chest, sliding down, down, and down. "It also means a big… fucking…" you grab at his cock hard, "flirt. Yeah, it is perfect."

He hisses at the harsh contact. "I'm not a flirt!"

"Hm, sure."

Of course, he relents when you squeeze him even tighter. "Alright… maybe just with you, though. You know you're the only one I fuck. Can't help but rile you up, it's sexy."

You stick your tongue out in pure spite at him only to quickly retract it before he can pull at it like he enjoys. 

"You kept it long?"

It seems like such a hassle. You remember him pouting about doing something new with it and figured it'd be easier to cut before coloring it.

"You like pulling at it, so…"

"You like me pulling at it."

"Takes two to tango," he grins and leans back to tug off his pants. His cock slaps against the t-shirt covering up abs. Red. Hard. Angry. Oozing loads of pre-cum. "I could sit here all day instead?"

You go to sit up, ready to ride the smirking man into oblivion and shut him the hell up but he clicks his tongue, caging you in between his arms and keeping you on your back. 

"No, sweet stuff. I'm on top today. And you're gonna have to put what you want inside you yourself." 

As if it's a challenge. You bite your lip to try and stop your coy smile from lighting up your face. One last, tight clutch around his thick cock for good measure before you rub it along your outer pussy lips. 

"No," Seungcheol huffs out, "no teasing." 

It's a goddamn power trip for this man to be so close to losing control. You guide the large head inside your hole, knowing if you take it a bit too far any longer, you'll be in trouble if he has to beg. 

Despite the slow pace you take to ease his fat girth inside, once he bottoms out with his balls settled against your asscheeks — the brutal thrusts of his hips begin. They snap at an unbelievably fast pace, so much so that your body jerks uncomfortably against the scratchy material of the couch. Head dangerously close to bumping against the arm rest. 

"Hold on to me, baby." 

Unlike most cases, you don't grab onto Seungcheol's shirt or even cling to his powerful shoulder blades. Instead, you grip onto the long pink strands of hair on the back of his neck. 

His head jerks back with a deep groan echoing in his throat before he buries into the crook of your neck. Biting as he also buries his cock deep within in your sweet cunt, hitting that spot only he is able to reach every single time. 

"Knew you had a thing for hair pulling." 

"If you're able to talk nonsense," he sits back, holding your hips harsh enough to bruise. "must not be fucking you hard enough, again." 

He says, "Sorry, baby," dripping in a copious amount of pathetic degradation that you clench so hard around him like a vice. Seungcheol chokes. But when you start to moan non-stop, he smiles like a victor. 

"Could fuck this tiny pussy so many times but it never loosens up. Gotta relax for me or I won't be able to fill you up properly." 

The bastard isn't helping much, the dirty talk and desperate need to be bred only making your head spin more. Legs wrap around his waist to pull him in even as your pussy threatens to push him out. 

Seungcheol falls silent himself, too entranced by the creamy ring forming around his cock where your bodies connect. 

Promises of filling you up finally fall from his mouth as he nears his peak. Whispers of "mine" and "yours" he thinks you can't hear in your state but you always do. Reminiscing over them when you're alone at night. 

But that's not what matters at this moment as white noise fills your ears, almost blanking out as another incredible orgasm rocks your entire body. Seungcheol's release hits right as yours finishes, pelvis pressing close against yours to make sure you take every single drop as promised. 

He hates to even move away. But a couple shallow thrusts are enough to satiate his need to ensure your sweet pussy won't waste even a little bit until you whine from the oversensitivity. 

The urge to kiss your forehead is strong as you come down from your high. Instead, he simply stares at you with starry eyes in the vulnerable moment. 

One day, Seungcheol convinces himself that he'll be brave enough to utter what traitorously rings through his heart and entire being when he's with you. He's sure it's not the after-nut feelings but maybe it's best to wait until he's not balls-deep inside, too blissed and fucked out that he accidentally blurts it aloud. 

Perhaps he will when he gives you the collar and leash, a diamond-encrusted heart with his initials on the front and yours on the back. Tilting his head, he still isn't sure if pink, black, or red suit you best because you're too perfect. 

Maybe he'll consider white? Totally not a thought influenced by the gorgeous stains coating your most intimate parts and inner thighs. 

Definitely not. 

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[mysterycitrus]

Hey!! Love your art and your meta posts. I was wondering about your thoughts on something because I don't think I've ever really read about much of it in canon (might be missing something though), but do the batkids have their own Brucie Wayne-esque personas? I figure they'd be expected to act a certain way, like they've been taking in by a party loving play boy, they're gonna be a at least somewhat spoilt social butterflies right? I just can't stop thinking about the kids hitting like teenhood and having to adopt and put on that kind of act because it would be a little suspicious if nothing about Brucie rubbed off on them. Maybe they steal Bruce's cars or crash a gala, something staged just for the tabloids like that. Idk, I just find the idea of (most of) the kids not being raised anything like that and having to act up in the name of keeping their identities safe really interesting because I don't think they'd find it fun, I think it would actually gross them out to throw around money and act like brats.

lovely anon this is SUCH a fun question and i shall answer it in parts. the first is this — what is the purpose of the bruce wayne persona?

bruce created a specific public image of himself for several reasons — to deflect any suspicion that he’s batman, to justify his frequent disappearances from the public eye, and to be consistently underestimated by people he was in opposition with (gothams corrupt elite, the gcpd, etc). the popular interpretation of this is that he’s like a kardashian, but to be honest id say he’s a lot more like a donatella versace— relatively reclusive but who occasionally pops up doing the weirdest shit ever. he posts on dick’s insta like bruce WAYNE ❤️

wrt his kids, no, i don’t think many of them have that sort of glamorised persona. part of it is that the “gala” trope in fandom just…… doesn’t really exist in the comics? like bruce will take vicki vale to an event, or go to a luthercorp thing to gather intel, but the idea of everyone hitting up an event at the gotham four seasons is not a common story beat. and even then, again, the performance has a purpose outside of just being a distraction.

in particular, u have to consider how his kids are different from bruce. jason and dick were both lower class, if not actively below the poverty line and acting spoiled won’t win them any favours. cass straight up isn’t interested in that kind of performance. damian is honest to a fault. duke has his own family that he’s proud of. when u consider that damian and cass and duke and dick also aren’t white, u have to think about how acting like a glitzy idiot would help them in the same way it would bruce. short answer — it very much wouldnt. many people will think less of them regardless. it would be dehumanising, and because none of them have that same degree of disconnection from the standard person that bruce has, how would them being seen as spoiled idiots help them?

dick has always lived with civilian neighbours, had civilian jobs, and fostered civilian relationships. him being a cop was bad, but he takes a lot of pride in being someone who’s like… dependable. a good neighbour. jason is legally dead, but he wouldn’t have wanted to be seen as the dumb poor kid either. cass would probably play with peoples expectations of her, but not like an established persona that she has to take on. duke is, again, very attached to his family and where he grew up, and is very aware of assumptions people might make about that. damian would rather kill himself than pretend to be an idiot. tim, again, is a strong maybe, but i also don’t think he’d give a shit. he really values keeping himself as tim drake intact, away from robin. he wants to keep being himself.

i just think most of them would stay out of the public eye. remember — bruce isn’t active online. there is still massive control over released information about him, especially with babs. i think they would purposely make themselves boring and unassuming.

the short answer is that none of them, truly, possess bruce’s raw commitment to the bit.

#bruce Wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #Cassandra cain #duke Thomas #batman #damian wayne #nightwing #dc comics #red hood #robin #the ask and the answer

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖙 [Moon's Calling]

Alphas are nothing but trouble, nothing but hearts about to be broken, nothing but fake acts of kindness just to toss you aside after they're done feasting on you. And Jungkook, in your eyes, is no different.

Tags/Warnings: Alpha!Jungkook, Werewolf!Jungkook, Omega!Reader, Werewolf!Reader, slight angst, mentions of past infidelity and resulting distrust, Alpha!Werewolf!Yoongi, tiny bit of fluff but it's so subtle you might miss it

Length: 3.2k (look who's already dashing past her own set guidelines)

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"You're out again this late." Yoongi says quietly from a little further away behind you, calm. "What's gotten you so restless? You've never had any issue with the moon until recently." He wonders, carefully walking closer.

You've been a bit on edge lately, unsure of why your emotions seem to be all over the place. It's this aching sense of missing something far away, as if you've got to be somewhere you're not sure of. Your sub-gender and it's natural cycle have never been an issue to you ever before- so it can't be the moon at all. And yet, the more the moon adds to it's shape, the closer it gets to show itself in it's entirety in the sky, the more anxious you seem to get every night. Waiting. For something you don't know.

"If you want me to call off Seokjin's sending, then I'll do it." Yoongi gently says, sitting down on the rock near the river next to you. "You know he won't mind."

"No-" You shake your head. Seokjin deserves to finally go with his mate- he's been waiting for some time now, and you don't want him to go without a proper sending. You're not too superstitious- but you still like your traditions, and in a way, you wouldn't be able to see him go without an opportunity to properly say goodbye either. He's still a part of the pack, even if he leaves. "-it wouldn't be fair. I don't know what's gotten me so.." You adjust your position on the rock, staring at the stars in the reflection of the running water.

"Restless." Yoongi chuckles. "You're at that age, after all-" He starts, and you groan in faked pain, rolling your eyes. "What? Nothing wrong with being a late-bloomer. When I was your age-"

"When I was your age!" You jokingly imitate him, making him swing his head after your head, a scolding hit you barely avoid with a grin. "You make yourself sound so old all the time."

"I'm just saying. Most get their mates at 21, most even sooner." He reminds you. "Maybe yours was simply lost." He shrugs.

"Yeah well-" You take a small rock from the side, and throw it as far as you can- unable to reach the other side of the river. "-speaks volumes about who I'm mated to then, doesn't it?" You growl to yourself, picking up another small rock to throw.

"Well, pup-" The alpha next to you leans back, watches you throw another rock unsuccessfully. "-You don't know what life they live. The hurdles they have to overcome. Not everyone has a pack like you, after all." Yoongi gently reminds you, as you continue to throw your pebbles.

"I don't want to have a mate anyways." You shake your head. "All alphas are arrogant and egoistic." You huff, before side-eyeing Yoongi next to you with a bit of submission in your gaze. "…maybe not you. But the rest is."

"I was about to fight for Seokjin's honor for a second, but I have to admit that he is pretty full of himself." He chuckles with you, before he picks up a rounded pebble next to him as well, twirling it in his palm. "But exceptions define the norm, pup. Maybe your mate isn't someone you'll loath." He tries to lift the mood, easily throwing the pebble into the grass on the other side of the river.

He knows your experiences with Alpha-wolfs until now. They're not good- you're pretty much cursed it seems like to always attach yourself to the one's that do not deserve it. It's like you're drenched in honey, constantly to be attacked and stung by the bees around you. It's sad to see, and it's why Yoongi himself as your pack leader has basically begun to shield you from any harm he can.

You've had enough of that for a lifetime.

"They're all the same, down the line." You mumble into your knees next to him, hugging your legs. "I'll just stay with you and the pack forever." You say, leaning into Yoongi's side, who moves an arm around your shoulders to give you a sense of comfort, at least for a moment.

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Seokjin is somewhere in the woods, but you've long left him behind without any regards for the older wolf.

Ever since the human government had made certain woodlands and other nature parks entirely pack property, shifting had become a key part of your life again. So right now, there's no fear and no doubts in your mind any longer, as you run full speed through the trees around you, paws heavy on the ground. You can hear Seokjin somewhere, probably having gotten distracted by something random around. He's never been a very good hunter, probably won't ever be. But he's still your brother, if not by blood then by the bond of the pack.

You'll miss him when he leaves.

Something makes you suddenly stop- there's no noise, nothing, only the hushed whispers of the trees above, technically nothing out of the ordinary. But there's.. something off.

You're walking slower now, carefully moving around the woods, birds chirping and occasionally abandoning their places in the trees at your presence. But you're not here for them, and neither do you care for the rabbits cowering underneath your paws in their burrows beneath the earth you walk on. You're hunting something else it seems, eyes scanning your environment as you stalk through the grass.

Faintly, in the distance, thunder is roaring through the clouds.

Suddenly, your nose lifts, sniffs the air- and you can't help but wag your tail a little as you smell the first preparations for tonight's meals at the festival. Seokjin loves food, and had wished for all of his favorites- maybe if you went back now, you could snatch a few first bites?

Suddenly, someone chuckles. And the voice is entirely unfamiliar.

You turn and growl, caught off guard and a little anxious now at someone you don't know present in the woods- until a person steps out from behind a tree, simply white cotton shirt and torn jeans coming into view, as well as heavy boots and long hair halfway tied in the back of the man's head. He's still sporting a little grin on his lips, and you think about stepping back for a moment, until you realize he might see that as you being scared.

And while that's kind of true, you don't want him to know that.

The young man crosses his arms, colorful ink on one of his forearms staring right at you, before someone smashes right into you, causing you to fall over and tumble through the grass. Seokjin's heavy frame lays right on top of you, nipping at your ear and after your legs that try to push him, before he finally lets off, shakes himself.

"It's good to see you, Jin-hyung." The young man offers, accepting the way the large wolf bumps into his stomach as a form of greeting. "I assume you're a packmate?" He asks you, and you stand up as well now, shaking every dry leaf off of you, huffing in distaste, before you simply walk past him, on your way back to the packhouse.

"Ah, there he is. Jungkook!" Someone calls out to whom you believe might be the young man who'd found you, as you instead jog towards Yoongi, who lets his hand run over your back as you walk past, brushing against his thigh.

"Go change. Chunhei wants your help with the cooking." He informs you, voice both demanding and bold in it's tone- but not unfriendly, as you share a look to let him know you understood, walking inside the house where you're already being expected.

"I apologize if she was unfriendly." Yoongi bows just a tiny amount to Jungkook, who waves it off. "She's not too fond of strangers- mostly alphas." He apologizes for you, though Jungkook doesn't seem too bothered.

"Figured. We've got a bit of a tarnished reputation, don't we?" He chats, and Yoongi nods politely.

"Your pack is at the guest house up north. Seokjin will bring you." He shortly says, before leaving.

And Jungkook can't help but feel like he's not quite wanted here at all.

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Alcohol is already flowing the next time you spot the guy named Jungkook, currently occupied joking around with Seokjin and someone else you don't know.

"He's not that bad." Yoongi offers, sitting down on the bench next to you with a mug of wine in his hand, as he sets it down on the table. "But a bit of a troublemaker, I've heard." He adds.

"How so?" You wonder, picking up another bite of food as you relish in the music and the drums beating through your body.

"Challenged his pack alpha, Namjoon, twice this year." Yoongi offers. "Namjoon himself told me that it wasn't much more than 'a young alpha getting cocky', but the way he described it.." The alpha next to you shrugs, taking a sip of his wine.

"So he's just like any other alpha then." You simply huff, eating your food while daring to catch another glimpse of the situation in front of you.

Just to have him stare right back at you.

"No, I don't think so." Yoongi catches your attention back, breaking the small moment. "I don't trust him, Jungkook I mean. There's something off about him, and I don't like it." He grumbles into his mug, before he slowly stands up. "I'll have to go socialize some more. Don't go to bed too late, okay?" He tells you, and you roll your eyes, waving him off.

"Yes, mom." You joke, making him chuckle as he leaves you be.

And only a few moments later, someone sits down in front of you- and by the scent of it, you don't even have to look up to see who it is.

"Hi." He simply offers, arms resting on the wooden table you sit and eat at. There's a hint of wine on his breath, but not much- he probably hasn't had much to drink yet, which calms you down quite a bit. God knows if you hate anything more than alphas, it's drunk alphas.

You don't answer him, and he chuckles at that. You don't get what's so funny.

"Can I ask why you're so.. not fond of me?" he wonders.

"You mean why I don't like you?" You correct him, and he seems to visibly perk up at that. If he had a wolf's tail, it would probably be wagging.

"A bit harsh, but I guess it fits." He says, getting more comfortable in his seat now that he seems to have pushed through the first hurdle of getting you to talk to him. "So?" He wonders, and you shrug, still not sparing his face any glance as you finish your last bite of food.

"I just don't like alphas." You justify yourself. "Just like Yoongi said."

"You seem quite close." He offers, and you know why he's asking that.

"I'm not interested." You respond because of that, drinking your water.

"I didn't even ask anything." He leans back a little. "Just an observation. An attempt at smalltalk, if you will." He charmingly says, and you cant help but at least notice his rather toned physique. Not even a simple white cotton shirt can really hide what's possibly beneath, judging from his shoulders and the fabric straining around his biceps. If he wasn't such a cocky alpha, you'd be able to see the appeal in him. He smells nice, too- seems to take care of himself, proves his capabilities.

But that won't help at all, if the rest of him is the exact opposite of appealing.

Alphas just swoon every omega they can get their hands on- they're simply hungry for anything they can put their dick in, no matter what. And even if you trust them, give them your heart and soul, they'll just end up betraying you for something else. Someone else.

And they won't even be sorry for it.

"well, your smalltalk sucks, and I haven't asked for it in the first place." You respond- but he's bitten into you it seems like, not willing to let go this easily. It just irritates you more.

"And yet you engage in it." He chuckles, making you want to wrap your hands around his neck.

"Can't you bother someone else?" You ask, putting your cutlery on your plate as you sip the last of your water. "I'm sure you can find someone or something else to put your dick in that isn't me." You tell him, and he clicks his tongue, leaning back with his arms crossed.

You hate how you can't help but stare at the way his muscles move underneath his skin.

"Ah, Yoongi-hyung told me about that." He nods to himself. "And considering what I've been told, it'll only fuel your distaste of me if I told you that I'm not like that, right?" Jungkook tells you, and at that, you lift your gaze to glare at him. But all it really does is make his stupid round doe eyes sparkle, lights from all around you reflecting in them as his gaze brightens up a bit. "There we go. Nice to meet you." He chuckles, and you want to growl- but you've got some self-control in yourself.

"Can't say the same." You instead mumble, making him throw his head back as he laughs.

"You're cute." He tells you, and you huff at him. "Very cute."

"What do you want from me?" You ask yet again. "I'm not gonna let you-"

"I don't want sex." He cuts you off, effectively shutting you off. "I want a simple conversation with the pretty wolf I've just met. Preferably without getting glared at, but it's cute, so I'll let it slide." He shrugs.

"Too bad." You instead say, standing up and collecting all dishes and cutlery. "Because the 'pretty wolf' doesn't want to engage in fuckboy-talk." You hiss, making him lift his hands in playful defeat.

"Hm, I'll accept it." He nods, standing up as well. "Have a good rest of your night then, pretty wolf." He simply tells you, before he leaves you be.

And you're not sure what to think of him now.

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You're yet again at the riverbed, throwing your pebbles- but this time, Yoongi isn't around.

You don't blame him, and you don't expect him either- he's not very fond of large gatherings, and had to use up all the energy in his social battery tonight- so he's probably exhausted. He might be a bit naggy and grumpy most of the time, but he's also one of the best leaders you can think of. He never chose to be alpha, was thrown into the cold waters when his father ditched the wolf-life for a better job in the cities- but Yoongi had stayed. Not only with the pack, not only in the woods he grew up with, but also with himself and the things he believes in.

When you came to his pack, you were young- not even fifteen, barely able to even make a decision like leaving a pack and joining another. You had ran away from your old pack, and Yoongi, having just been announced as leader, the youngest known at the time, had accepted you even though he was looked down upon for it. An unfamiliar omega runaway, accepted just like that.

But he had fought his way back, has claimed himself a lot of honor and respect from others. You most of all.

You're blindly throwing pebbles into the water in front of you, one after another, unable to sleep yet again. The moon is just one night away from being in it's full glory- tomorrow, Seokjin will leave, and you'll be unable to find rest yet again-

suddenly a small rock lands in the grass across the lake, freezing you in place.

"You shouldn't be so far away from your pack so late at night, omega." Jungkook's voice is deep, but not threatening as he approaches you slowly. It makes you uneasy just because of that- because you can't read him, aren't sure of his intentions at all as he sits down next to you, though with a respectable distance. You still feel like he's trying to manipulate you, with everything that he does.

"One move closer and I'll bite your dick off." You growl, and he has the audacity to laugh, not looking your way, but simply ahead.

"I better stay right here then." He simply says, watching the river in front of him. "I'm not that good with crowds." He suddenly says, and you wonder why, because you didn't ask whatsoever. "I technically didn't want to come, but Jin-hyung had asked me, and I guess considering you're in the same pack, you know how he's like when he doesn't get what he wants." He chuckles, and you don't answer at all. "And also.. It's hard to stay back home when your chosen mate is calling out to you every night." He tells you, and you now look at the side of his head.

His chosen mate?

"Honestly thought they'd never show up." He simply continues, doing something with his hands that you can't see. "But some might need a bit more time than others- and I've learned when to act, and when to be patient." He shrugs, looking at whatever he's doing.

"Why are you telling me that?" You ask unsure, adjusting a bit in your spot on the rock that's a bit higher than the one he's sitting on.

"Hm, why?" He hums, though doesn't seem to be going to answer that question. "What's something you like?" He asks instead, catching you off guard.

"Uh.." You take a moment to think, genuinely unsure how to answer that. "soft things? I don't know.." You quietly answer, and he nods to himself, smiling. "I should probably go back..-" You start, and he speaks up again.

"Are you scared of me?" He asks boldly, not looking at you, and you freeze. You're not sure if you are- you're not sure if you should be. If Yoongi doesn't trust him, you don't either- but at the same time, you don't really know what kind of threat your pack leader sees in him. Jungkook is a cocky, braindead alpha who doesn't actually think with his brain, but his fragile masculinity. That's not a threat- that's simply just a nuisance.

So you scoff. "No." You tell him.

"Good." He simply says, standing up to full height, before he approaches you, and puts something into your hands you don't look at- because the moon reflects in his dark eyes, and you can't look away no matter how hard you try- the golden ring around his irises proving the presence of his wolfblood pulsing in his veins. "Because there's nothing to be afraid of." He simply tells you, before he walks past you. "Don't stay out too long." Jungkook only offers as he walks away from you, and you're stuck in place for a good moment because his scent is paralyzing you in some odd way. It's making you awfully tired, exhausted even, as if suddenly you've hit that weird moment of sleep overcoming you in front of the TV you're staring at.

And you're even worse when you look down into your hand, where you find a little bow made of braided grass.

An offering.

An offering to be your mate.

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[ageingfangirl2]

Met Your Match! Shanks (OPLA)

Shanks might have met his match when hitting on you in a tavern. You give as good as he takes. Shanks x Reader (female implied)

SHANKS

Another port, another tavern, another night of drinking and good times. The rest of the crew were merry, loud and mingling with the locals while I scanned the tavern for someone to keep me company. I was very confident in my ability to flirt and swoon women into my bed, and most girls in this tavern were already eyeing me up. However, there was one girl who sat alone at the end of the bar drinking and not paying attention to anything around them.

As I approach them they turn to face me and look me up and down, before going back to their drink, 'Not interested, find someone else.'

I sit on the stool next to them and order a beer, 'why would I find someone else when I want you,' I say boldly, puffing out my chest and accepting this challenge.

They laugh, 'someone's confident. I've had a long day, and I'm pretty sure another girl in here would be happy with your attention.'

'What do you do? I'm Shanks by the way,' I ask, genuinely interested, and maybe I could get their name.

They sigh, 'I'm a carpenter, and call me y/n.'

You didn't come across many female carpenters, and now looking closer I could see bits of sawdust on their clothes and they smelt like varnish. I can't keep the smirk off my face.

I clear my throat, 'I wish you were my big toe. Then I could bang you and every piece of furniture.'

y/n turns to face me trying to suppress a laugh, 'Okay Shanks, what's the difference between a G-Spot and a golf ball?'

I take a swig of beer, 'what's the difference?'

'A guy will look for a golf ball,' they answer deadpan.

I throw my head back and howl with laughter, finally someone else with a similar sense of humour, 'You've been sleeping with idiots love. You're cute as U in it, but quickie has U and I together.'

y/n nearly spits out their drink, their eyes twinkling as they take a deep breath, 'what do you call a man who cries when he pleasures himself? A tear-jerker.'

I take note of a few girls around us who were eyeing y/n up with disgust, maybe because they had my attention or maybe because of their dirty mouth. Either way, neither of us cared and continued to trade dirty jokes.

I straighten up, 'how is sex like a thunderstorm?'

y/n rests their chin on their hands smiling up at me, 'You're the pirate, tell me.'

I wink, 'You never know how many inches you'll get and how long it will last.'

Resting their chin on one hand, they reach over with the other and try to shove me crinkling their nose, 'how is playing bridge similar to sex? If you don't have a good partner, you better have a good hand--' they pause, eyes going wide, 'shit! sorry!'

Some stray strands of hair fall onto their face so I lean over and brush them behind their ear, our faces close, y/n blushing as I lick my lips, 'I only need one love. I've got one more for you if you think you can handle it. How is life like a penis?'

y/n gulps, 'How is life like a penis Shanks?'

'It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it,' I whisper.

y/n looks down and bites their lip, 'Why the hell not, meet me in the bathroom.'

I watch y/n get up and head towards the bathroom. I quickly finish my drink and get up to follow them, not caring who saw us and my obvious bulge. It had been a while since a girl had got me hard with words alone.

Y/N

Shanks enters the bathroom, locks the door, and before you can properly compose yourself after whatever the hell happened at the bar, he pushes you against the wall, his lips attaching to your neck quickly finding your sweet spot as if he could read minds.

You moan and tilt your head to give him a better angle, your hands reaching for the hem of his pants, while he does the same to your pants, both of you making quick work of the underwear of the other.

'Fuck me, Shanks,' you beg.

He comes up for air after switching between kissing and biting your neck, eyes dark and hungry as he smirks, 'Let me make you feel good after a long hard day.'

You squeak as he picks you up and you wrap your legs around his waist before he thrusts inside you without warning. It had been a while since your last time so you were tight but your body greedily wanted more despite the pain.

'Faster...' you gasp.

He complies and picks up the pace, 'so tight,' he growls, 'but it's like you were made for me,' he hums.

Not wanting to be heard you cover your mouth with your hand, eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure consumes you. The only sounds are Shanks grunts and skin on skin. You didn't care how needy you looked as it doesn't take long for you to cum.

'Good girl, hold on a little longer,' he pants.

His thrusts become sloppier, and with one last thrust, he cums inside you. He stays inside you as the two of you come down together, and you remove your hand from your mouth.

'Being a carpenter has some advantages, Shanks,' you say playfully, lacing your fingers through his hair.

He raises a single eyebrow, 'tell me.'

You peck his lips, 'I'm good with wood and my hands.'

Shank's eyes light up, mischief the most obvious emotion, 'my ship is wooden. I could put your hands to good use love.'

After cleaning up you leave the bathroom together and it is obvious to everyone in the tavern what the two of you had just done, especially his crew who hoot and holler as Shanks leads you towards them with his arm around your waist and beaming like the cat who'd gotten the cream.

'Boys this is y/n, who wants another round?' he calls out.

Everyone cheers as Shanks sits you down next to a man who has black hair with a sprinkling of grey in it. You didn't expect to end your day screwing a pirate in a bathroom and drinking with his crew.

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[pjoxreader]

PJO Characters Favorite Place For a Date

Leo Valdez

-Anywhere, literally take him anywhere other than the forges and he’s happy. He’d get too distracted if you did go to the forges.

-But if he had to pick somewhere it’d be the Argo ll, he spent so much blood, sweat and tears on it that it’s his pride and joy.

-It’d be just the two of you looking up at the stars enjoying the night sky, talking about how your days went.

-He’ll try to be smooth and put an arm around you but you end up flustering him by contently cuddling right up into him.

-You can’t really help it, he’s like a warm heater and seeing him go bright red was also very cute.

-He may have to pat out a few flames with an embarrassed apology. 

Frank Zhang

-New Rome, it’s somewhere he’s familiar with and knows that it’s safe so he doesn’t have to worry.

-It’d just be the two of you enjoying a walk, seeing the different sights and enjoying the moment.

-Once the sun starts to set you’ll both get a hot coco to keep warm. He wishes this moment could last a lifetime. Even with you teasing him about his lactose intolerance.

-Maybe one day you’ll both be able to grow old here and enjoy a peaceful life.

-The thought makes him blush bright red, trying to hide it in his hot coco heat.

-You of course notice and can’t help but tease the big guy. 

Percy Jackson

-Being home with his mother, he’s always been big on family and it’s very important to him that the two of you get along.

-Which you do, swimmingly of course. You don’t mind going to visit Sally, in fact you look forward to it.

-Don’t let the food coloring throw you off, her cooking is amazing and she’s always so kind to you.

-It’s like she’s your mom as well, of course you don’t know if Percy was ready to take that step yet, but you felt at home already.

-Sally would even give the two of you some space, letting you both cuddle up together and watch a movie after dinner.

-Sure this may be the thirtieth time you’ve seen the little mermaid, but you wouldn’t change it for the world. 

Annabeth Chase

-Camp Jupiter, she loves to take in all the architecture work. 

-She could easily talk for hours on end about all the different structures, honestly you have no idea what she’s talking about most of the time but you’re just happy to be there with her.

-You do have to admit some of the buildings are impressive to even you though.

-You love to listen to her ramble excitedly seeing her get so focused on her passion was amazing.

-You’d both get some hot coco when the sun starts to set and much to Annabeth's disappointment have to head home. 

-She promises you’ll be able to pick the next date but you couldn’t imagine a better date.

Hazel Levesque

-She loves to visit the Camp Half-Blood stables, she hardly ever gets to see Reyna’s pegasus at Camp Jupiter so coming to care for them here is relaxing.

-Sure it might not be a normal date, willingly offering the two of your’s time to well, caring for pegasi but seeing Hazel so content and relaxed while she worked was worth it.

-Sometimes you wish you could talk to horses to help with your skill, because you really weren’t the best.

-You had tried to show Hazel how you got a saddle attached all by yourself but as you made your way onto it the pegasi the horse darted and off came the saddle and you.

-Thankfully, you had landed in the mud and just cleaned the stable but you couldn’t help the groan of embarrassment.

-She did give you a little kiss on the cheek, after laughing at you of course but you considered it a win in your book.

Jason Grace

-The climbing wall in Camp Half-Blood

-He found it a good challenge and not only that he got to keep up his training while being with you.

-You two would have plenty of competitions to see who could scale it the fastest. 

-You would never admit it to Jason but you did plenty of training in your down time to try and beat him.

-You were competitive ok? Plus seeing his proud grin seeing you scale that wall like a monkey was like a drug.

-You found your inspiration for training that’s for sure. 

Piper Mclean

-The two of you would just enjoy a nice summer evening, picking strawberries in the field of Camp Half-Blood.

-The sun setting leaves you both in a perfect glow, you both enjoying the warm air.

-You know Piper was a daughter of Aphrodite but she had a natural beauty to her that made your heart throb.

-She catches you staring and laughs seeing how you get all flustered. 

-She’ll take your hand gently to reassure you, as you glance back you can see her lean in.

-Stealing your courage you lean in as well, enjoying your kiss as the sun sets.

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[mslanna]

What about Raphael realizing that Tav thinks she means nothing to him? Maybe another fiend is getting wrecked by Raphael, so the other fiend grabs Tav to use as a living shield & hostage and is all "Unless you want this mortal to die, you'd best stay back!" only for Tav to give a sad laugh and tell the enemy fiend "You're an idiot if you think I mean that much to him." I just really want to see Raphael having an 'Oh 💩' moment regarding his feelings for his little mouse and how he had been handling (or failing to handle) it... 😅

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Nobody's Fool

One good thing that came from the tadfools company to his little mouse was that by now, Tav did not suffer shitty father figures. Or mothers. Any kind of sub-par parent. They set Ulder Ravengard straight and got up in the face of any god trying to control their followers through bad parenting practices. Vlaakith was fighting her unruly daughter now and Mystra lost Gale to the plight of mortals. Even Shar was having troubles.

Lucky for him, that Raphael had a truly spectacularly bad father to show for. An irresistible cause for Tav. So instead of hobnobbing it out with the gentry of Baldur's Gate or kicking back at the wizards tower in Waterdeep, they were back. At his side this time, where they belonged. And they kicked ass.

A beautiful sight to watch his paladin – their oath might as well be to him at this point – throw themself into battle. Their armour – hand-picked by Raphael himself to reinforce their strengths and highlight their ferocious beauty – shone with reflecting light on the golden pattern and splatters of enemy blood.

It was almost enough to distract Raphael from his own role in the fight. He rained hellfire over the attaching devils. Some were not smart enough to realise the difference to normal fire which couldn't hurt them. They paid for their stupidity with their lives.

Ksula didn't like that but the devil also didn't care about the deaths of his underlings. While the devil had expected the parlay to be a trap, he did not anticipate how few people Raphael needed to take him down. Yurgir with a squad of cambions. Korrilla. And of course, Tav.

Tav did the work of a squad all by themself. The few opponents getting past them, close enough to be a danger to him, were easily picked off by Korrilla. And Yurigr wiped the floor with what was left of Ksula's forces. If the other devil was smart, which Raphael doubted, he would make a desperate dash for a last second deal any moment now.

Ksula did, but not in the way Raphael expected. Black smoke shot from his hands and materialised into sticky tentacles around Tav's armour. With a jerk, Ksula pulled the paladin towards him. Tav stumbled, not fast enough on their feet for the lighting speed. They crashed into the devil who immediately put his blade to their throat.

The helldusk armour only left a tiny weakness because the wearer needed to be able to turn their head. But Ksula knew about it and exactly where to apply to blade to pry the plates apart.

"If you want your mortal to live, you better surrender," Ksula grinned.

Raphael's blood turned to ice, churning through his veins and extinguishing all fire. His first instinct was to launch himself at Ksula and rip his throat out. An appropriate reaction, though endangering Tav's life. His eyes narrowed in on the blade sitting between the armour plates, teasing Tav's skin.

He shouldn't hesitate. His devil nature demanded action regardless of cost. Raphael looked at Tav and the cold in his veins froze solid. Tav was not a cost he was willing to pay. Tav was – not expendable. He growled under his breath.

Of course he was protective of his little mouse. They were an asset, a treasured former client. Loyal to a fault without contract or binding agreements. Of course he kept them close. Kept them safe. Still, If Ksula had Korrilla in his grasp, Raphael doubted he had hesitated.

The maelstrom of his thoughts came up with no feasible solution. Anything he could do endangered Tav. But if he yielded now, Ksula would retreat with the perfect shield. He'd never let Tav go again, the perfect – and only – safeguard against the cambion. Raphael glanced to Yurgir and Korrilla, both waiting for instructions.

He had none. The thought that harm befell Tav – irreversible, deadly – was unbearable. Raphael's body froze up in a panic unknown. He simply could not endanger his little mouse. At least Tav would live if he surrendered now. There would be a time to save them. Hopefully.

A drop of sweat mixed with enemy blood ran down the side of Tav's face. He would make everybody who dared touch them suffer for eternity. He'd scour the word, all realms and the nine hells for any who laid hand on his little mouse.

The force of the possessive rage surprised Raphael. At the same time, it conveniently covered the deeper roots of it. His blood ignited again, ready to strike. His little mouse would be safe. They were his and after this battle, they

It was Tav who broke the silence. An unexpected fit of laughter shook their body so hard, a thin line of blood seeped down the blade. "You're as stupid as you look," they got out between bouts of laughter. "You think that will stop him? Raphael? He doesn't care."

The words cut the cambion to the bone. But they also relaxed Ksula's grip on his mouse a little. A smart ploy. If Tav could convince the Ksula he did not care…

"Oh my, you really believe he cares!" Tav wheezed. "I'm a tool, Ksula. Well-kept, honed and treasured, but just a tool still." They looked at Raphael, their eyes dark with a sadness glowing deep in them. "I'm not even the one most difficult one to replace."

Their face fell into a wistful resignation and Tav went limp in the devil's grip. "It's alright. I always knew it'd end like this."

What was that supposed to mean? Anger flared up in Raphael. How dare they resign in the face of – well, in the face of what exactly?

… tell me, oh apple of my eye…

Words spoken to serenade Tav into a deal with him. Words used and put at the forefront. A perfect façade. When did it slip? At what point was it not a sweet lure any longer? Raphael frowned. This feeling was not new. He avoided putting a finger, or a name, on it. But the hot surge of anger, hate and desperation made it impossible to ignore.

His eyes softened as he looked at his little mouse. His little mouse. On a crusade against shitty parents for him. A flimsy disguise if he had ever seen one. But he had accepted it. If Tav needed an excuse, they should have it.

Their eyes showed that the excuse was now discarded on the floor. Only soft truth shone in their gaaze. A truth he would have to confirm as soon as they were alone. His lips tightened into a thin line. However he would get his mouse of this predicament, their reward would be truly infernal.

"Do I get last words?" Tav asked softly. They glanced at Ksula.

"Make it short." The devil forced Tav's head up with his blade.

Raphael wanted to cut his tongue out. For a start. There were many forms of torture and so far he had never applied all of them to the same individual. Ksula would be the first. His fingers trembled with the need to make a fist. But his best chance was to seem unaffected, just as Tav claimed he was.

How could they even claim that? Why would Tav believe such drivel? He had been generous with his gift, time and attention. They had a place in his House of Hope, at his side in all of his plans. A subject he'd have to breach vigorously.

Tav smiled at him. It wasn't really sad and they slowly raised their empty hand as if reaching for him. The hand changed course in the last moment and Tav cast their words with a soft sigh: "Temperari Monstrum."

#bg3 #bg3 raphael #raphael x tav #bg3 fanfiction #sleazy second-hand car dealer #mel writes fanfic #prompt fill #anon answered #yes yes I know it's Klaus spelled weird #i was out of ideas

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ok this might just be a me thing, but since soap is my projection baby it's also a him thing now.

So you know how sometimes there's just this person what could make like everything better no matter what. Like you could be haven't the worst day ever, someone spit on your hotdog kinda day, right? And then this one person comes along and just says hi, and immediately your bouncing up and down and smiling and giggling. But it's weird in a way that, after they leave you feel even more drained and worse than before they where there.

What if ghost is that person for soap. Like one day he's just having a terrible day. Just nothing going right, his hair was bothering him, he dropped his food at breakfast and lunch so he didn't eat, the recruits were being annoying, someone inventoried the demo. Supplies wrong and they actually had a lot less that was counted and now he's in trouble for it, and a million other little things, right? But whatever, you know? It's fine.

It's fine because then suddenly ghost is there, in the private 141 kitchen, grabbing himself a tea. Soap attaches right to him, bouncing along as ghost leaves. Suddenly it's a good day... until he gets back to his room that day.

He all but collapses on his bed as soon at the door closes. He can't muster up the courage to go take a shower, or even change out of his clothes. He just curls up on his bed, pulling the opposite end of the covers over him.

The next morning he just barely manages to call price and tell him he's not working the recruits that day. Doesn't give the reason, just that he's not coming in.

He's barely moved and he already feels worse than he did yesterday. Somehow.

Ghost comes by an hour later. Soap doesn't acknowledge him, almost hopes that if he acts like he isn't there than ghost will go away. God, look at him, can't even muster the energy to look at his favorite person.

He hears the door click shut, and it's a long moment before he hears anything else. Ghost doesn't say anything, doesn't touch him, hardly acknowledges him as he goes to sit at the desk. It's like he knows.

They stay like that for a long time, the only sound between them is their breathing. Mostly ghost's, even breathing feels like it takes work today. But still it's like ghost understands. It doesn't even feel like he's looking at the lump on the bed that is soap, maybe he isn't.

It's an even longer time before soap forces himself to throw the covers off. He knows the point of socially acceptable time has long long since past, but a for effort, right? It takes literally all of him to do that, and it leaves him feeling exposed, he wants to go back. He forces himself not to. Ghost still doesn't say anything, and soap finds that he was right in thinking that ghost wasn't looking at him, but he definitely knows that soap was up and moving.

He tries to force himself to say something, anything, play normal, but he can't. Ghost turns to him, and he freezes. A tray of food is silently pushed towards him. Even thinking about grabbing something from the tray takes work. Ghost picks something up, a grape, holds it to his lips. He takes it, chewing also takes work, and for some reason he feels awkward eating in front of him.

He pushed the rest of it away, somehow that was easier than pushing his covers off. It looks like ghost almost offers soap a drink of water, but stops himself. Ghost lets out a heavy breath, and goes back to not looking at him. Which somehow feels different from just a moment ago when ghost gave him the grape, not looking at him.

Ghost spends the rest of the day in his room, not acknowledging him. It's easy and hard at the same time.

The next day soap forces himself to take on his morning responsibilities, then leaves to his room again. And again ghost comes into his room an hour later. Food and drink in hand, he looks at soap.

He does manage more than a couple bites this time, and a small swig if water. Still ghost doesn't say anything, but he looks.

Today wasn't better. Or easier. But it was... less exhausting. And that's something. Sure he hadn't managed to shower, or do his hair, or change his clothes. But he pulled his covers off, he got out of bed, walked fown the hall, trained the recruits, ate some food, had a sip of water. Managed to be perceived. And that was something. And ghost didn't say anything, but it seemed like he understood. And that was something.

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*not so eagerly waits for the psycho-analysis :(*

#look... we all have problems right? #i gave soap a bad day #he didn't deserve it but i did it anyway #el rambles #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

[sanjuwrites]

wip wednesday

and she's back with a bang! sorry y'all, finals and chronic illness are kicking my ass, but i am offering up everything i have managed to write in apology <3

thanks to @welcometololaland, @honeybee-taskforce, @sznofthesticks, @paperstorm, @alrightbuckaroo, @carlos-in-glasses, and @theghostofashton for tagging me!

now that i have you - tarlos

His eyes close involuntarily, and he’s thrown back to that night three years ago. 

The press of Carlos’s mouth against his inner thigh makes TK moan, arm thrown over his eyes. “Jesus, Carlos, are you trying to kill me?”

Carlos kisses a path up TK’s chest, pressing a kiss to his neck, “Just the opposite, actually. I’ve never felt more alive, TK, maybe it’s time you get with the program.”

TK melts into the mattress, letting the arousal and heat crawling up his spine take over. 

They’ll discuss this in the morning. 

TK woke up to a cold mattress, an empty apartment, and a broken heart. 

Carlos never brought up that night, and TK never pushed. 

It was easier to have this part of Carlos, rather than none of him. That’s what he told himself every time he saw Carlos with another man.

[redacted] - firstprince

And Alex – his beautiful, bright, sunshine Alex – wraps his hand around the mic, pulling it out of the stand and walking to the end of the stage, leaning into the crowd at the front of the pit. “Good evening, Los Angeles! Are we having fun tonight?” 

The crowd screams uproariously, and Alex laughs, throwing his head back. Henry’s lost to the magic of it all, watching magnetically as he tracks every movement Alex makes. Alex folds down onto the edge of the stage gracefully, swinging his legs back and forth, “Okay, so as most of you know, it’s usually this part of the set that I usually sing a song or two from [EP name] but I’m doing something a little different tonight!” 

Right on cue, Liam hits the opening notes of a song on his guitar, and Spencer follows on his drums. It takes Henry, as well as everyone else, a moment, but quickly, the crowd starts screaming again. 

My friends call me a loser

'Cause I'm still hanging around

Henry knows that no one, save for Bea, June, Nora and Pez know about the two of them, but Henry feels like he might as well skywrite the fact that they’re hooking up across LA. 

You said, "Baby, no attachment"

But we're

Knee deep in the passenger seat and you're eating me out

Is it casual now?

And Henry’s thrown back to that time where the two of them, quite recklessly, blew each other in the backseat of his town car as Henry took Alex back to the airstrip to send him off to his next tour stop. He thought it was just sex to Alex, didn’t – couldn’t – dare hope it was anything more. 

But, Henry thinks faintly as he watches June and Nora swap looks across him, they’re well past casual now. Alex is basically screaming it at him.

i'm not sure who's done this yet, so i'm going to tag @bonheur-cafe, @heartstringsduet, @liminalmemories21, @fallout-mars, and @lightningboltreader!

#sanjuwrites #tarlos #firstprince #911 lonestar #rwrb

[m-to-z-andbackto-m]

Bitty Dust Headcanon Time!!! I didn't do a good job at deciphering the lil' bugger-

Bitty!Killer HeadCanons

Bitty!Cross HeadCanons

I feel that he's. Awful at social interaction (at least at first) so he's a great choice if you're out of the house a lot!

Actually don't leave him alone-alone for too long, I feel like he has attachment issues so at first he'd be okay with alone time... apart from being emotionally unstable-

Once he warms up to you he'll probably stick around more and you'll probably start to understand what he likes and stuff, despite his lack of verbal responses

He probably doesn't like his face touched? I personally don't go with a no face Dust but I adore the idea/look so if you do, he probably doesn't want you touching his head

Maybe he'll let you pat it gently as long as you don't tug his hood off, you'll have to gain his trust first though, you can hold his itty bitty hands instead 🥺

Don't touch his scarf, if it needs cleaning he'll do it, probably in the shower or something

Most compatible with a well tended to Horror, maybe he'd be on edge with a Papy bitty so I wouldn't advise that pair up, unless you throw in a Horror!Paps, the difference is enough and similarities still comfortable, plus Horror would love his baby brother to be around and Dust could feel like this is his personal second chance (Like how Geno vibes with Papy!), though he won't say it

Edit: I think he'd be okay with Geno too actually, I don't see enough positive interaction between them D:

He'll probably vibe with Cross too but don't expect much interaction between them, again, good bitty choices if you're out of the house a lot!

If you want, you can try to pair/group him up with a Blue, he's tolerable, but make sure he doesn't overwhelm the tired man

You know these headcanons are if they potentially had their pasts played out, but if you don't wanna think they have backgrounds as bitties that's up to you

I think he'd like soft things (likes being wrapped in them for a sense of safety and support) and hate dirty places like the back of the microwave where Killer would venture into lol, only because the dirt and grime reminds him of bad stuff

Ketchup. He might want it spiked though, still, don't let him develop an addiction/habit-

I keep thinking it'd be cute if he hugs your hand/finger(s) (depending on the size you're imagining)

Probably watches TV and sleeps a lot, sluggish due to bad mental health/low motivation and poor quality sleep, this can be improved overtime if you emotionally bond with him and help him work out confronting his feelings which he tends to invalidate in his mind, he just needs some kindness guys

He's low maintenance, but he also forgets to take care of himself sometimes, you gotta make sure he's not stinky and hungry, actually, if you pair him up with a Horror bitty, he'll make sure Dust doesn't starve because that's just his moral compass y'know

Also he probably prefers hoodies and won't wear anything new/unfamiliar, especially if it makes him feel exposed

If you do get him to do more than just lay around sulking, maybe he obsesses over routines to feel a sense of predictability and has terrible paranoia, especially of unknown humans, bitty or not

Sensitive to change and may cause panic so tell him what will happen and when

For a small example, don't scoop him up without asking or warning him first

If you'll get home late, leave him a voicemail on the home phone so he's less anxious waiting

And don't invite people over or adopt new bitties without him being prepared for a new variable in the house, this might cause him to distaste the new person and be avoidant

Definitely not outgoing at all, but maybe a couple of times he'll accept some time outside the house

He'll want to protect you depending on how well you've bonded <3

#undertale au #sans au #fandom #utmv #ut au #utmv au #sans #ut aus #utmv headcanons #headcanon #headcanons #dusttale #dust sans #murder sans #murder!sans #dusttale sans #dust!sans #bittytale #bitty sans #bitty dust #MZM Rambles A Lot

[invisibleraven]

Imagine your OTP where Person A works in retail and Person B keeps coming into the shop and asks for help with the most ridiculous things. + if Person A loses it one day and confronts Person B about their motive feels like Willex to me, please and thank you.

Willie pressed himself up on his toes and down again, as if that would relieve the pressure of his uncomfortable dress shoes. He wished he could just wear his beat up kicks, but that wouldn't mesh well with the image Caleb wanted to convey with his store.

And since Willie worked there as a way to earn a bit of cash and avoid having to work at the club, he had to deal with the shoes. At least he didn't have to cut his hair and got to choose his shirt and tie.

The other bonus was that he had direct view of the nerd store across the hall in the mall where his jib at the suit store was.

Now Willie did appreciate the odd nerdy thing, but his main focus in that store was just under six foot, had golden blond hair, and an affinity for pink.

Willie had tried every way to talk to Alex in hopes that he would manifest the courage to ask him out.

The first time he had just gone over to introduce himself, welcome them to the mall, and ask if they wanted to hear the gossip about the other stores there. The next time was to ask if he could use their microwave in return for letting them use the private bathroom attached to his work.

But those interactions would only get him so far.

The next time he went over, holding up two ties, and asked Aled which one he should wear. Totally noticing on how his eyes were glued to the line of his throat and top of his chest exposed where he hadn't buttoned up his shirt. Points for him, and he loved how Alex stuttered through choosing the goldenrod coloured tie.

The next time he went over asking Alex for a good started Pokemon since he had just started playing the game. Unfortunately, Alex directed him towards Reggie for that since he was hopeless at video games, and Reggie could talk your ear off about anything. But it did get Willie interested in catching a Bidoof, if only because the name made him giggle.

After that it was a game of finding out exactly what Alex's area of interest and nerdiness lay. So every time they were working the same shift, Willie would come over and ask about something different.

"What class would you recommend for a beginning D&D player?"

"What's the conversion rate of sheep to wood in Catan?"

"What's the best version of Monopoly?"

"Do you guys have any idea how Magic the Gathering works?"

On and on, but every time, Alex would direct him to one of the other guys working though he did always smile and blush whenever he looked at Willie-and usually convinced him to add to his sock collection at least once a week, all while throwing his own employee discount on it for him.

Then one day, Willie moseyed into the store on his break, veering right towards Alex. "So did you get a cavalcade of Funko pops based on the new anime adaptation yet?"

Alex whirled around, glaring at him. "What is your deal?"

"What?"

"Every day, or almost, you come in here, and it's always something inane or weird or I dunno... do you get some sick joy of making fun of the nerds or something?" Alex exploded.

"No!" Willie exclaimed. "I'm a nerd! Or well, kind of one, given the love of cartoons from my childhood and obsessive sock buying."

"Then why do you keep coming over here and asking me about all this other stuff?" alex asked, shoulders still stiff as he looked at Willie.

"Because I like you dummy!" Willie said with a laugh. "I've been looking for any excuse to come talk to you in hopes you might engage in conversation with me and then maybe we could go out sometime."

"Oh... oh!" Alex replied. "I like you too!"

"Then how about we get an Orange Julius and you can tell what nerdy stuff you are into?" Willie asked, offering his arm.

"Through in a soft pretzel and it's a date," Alex replied, looping their arms together.

It turned out that Alex wasn't much of a nerd, but Reggie needed staff, Alex needed money, and he did like dancing games and Trivial Pursuit.

"Sounds like a fun idea for our next date," Willie said with a grin.

"Only if you're in the mood to get your butt whipped," Alex teased back.

"Oh it's like that is it?" Willie stated. "Challenge accepted."

Alex beamed, but then looked at his watch and scowled. "My break is almost up."

"Well then let me bring you back and on the way I can catch you up on the latest happenings with th jewellery store guys."

"Man, fuck those guys," Alex said as they walked back hand in hand to their hallway.

"I know right?"

From then on, Willie didn't have to find excuses to come talk to Alex any more. But he did come by with gossip, kisses, and a choice of tie. Because there was nothing better than making his boyfriend blush-even more than a discount on funky socks.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willex #julie and the phantoms

[puck-the-devil]

Nope, you've piqued my curiosity. Bring on the rant.

*sighs deeply and sits down*

Oh Oberon, where do I start...?

I am a fairy. That means that, by nature, I should be entirely selfish, self-serving, and I should hold self-preservation above all else.

You know what throws a wrench in that?

Attachments.

Attachments are formed when you care about others and they care about you back. It doesn't matter what kind it is, but the stronger the bond, the more terrible the danger. The most dangerous thing about caring is that you can end up doing it without even wanting or meaning to. You just mind your own business, maybe start to like someone a little, and then before you know it, you're genuinely caring about them. Then all that's left is for whomever you care about to care just a little about you in return and an attachment is created. It's worse if it starts the other way around because do you know how difficult it is to not to like or care about someone who likes or cares about you first? It's nearly impossible.

Aside from how easy they are to form, what's so scary about attachments?

Frankly put, they're hazardous to your health. They're weaknesses that can be held and used against you. The more you have, the worse off you are. Think about it.

First of all, there's the fact that caring about people can make you completely overwrite your sense of self-preservation. You can end up overtaken by the treacherous urge to put the well-being of those you care about before your own no matter the situation or cost to yourself. Attachments can turn a completely selfish being into an entirely selfless one. In extreme situations, this can result in death and destruction. And that's the least of it.

Then there's the crippling, constant fear - the fear that, whether directly or indirectly, someone might hurt the people you care about, that the people you care about might hurt you, and the fear that you might hurt them. There's also no end to the ways that someone can hurt others or be hurt themselves, whether they mean to or not. They could say something cruel (unintentionally or not) or stab you in the back (whether literally or figuratively) or even just get themselves injured or die. If you’re a coward, like me, how could you expect to handle that sort of persistant, endless fear, forever worrying about those you care about?

But worst is the pain – emotional, mental, physical, all-encompassing.  There is no damage as significant as the damage dealt by those you are closest to. The closer you are, the worse the potential damage can be. As previously mentioned, there’s no end to the ways someone can hurt you, so that combined with the actual agony of being hurt can end up resulting in a fate worse than death. If you’re an immortal, you’re especially 'lucky' because then you may get to live with that pain for the rest of eternity.

To avoid all of the above, I could just avoid people altogether, but that gets horrendously boring and painfully lonely. So I utilize different techniques to protect myself.

I go out of my way to irritate and frustrate people in order to ensure their dislike of me. To push their buttons, cause trouble, be intentionally difficult, nurture their distrust in me, and even go as far as to piss them off to the point of hatred. The smaller the chances of them showing me trust, kindness, affection, or the like, the better, because that reduces the chances of us forming attachments to each other as well.

So why do I get defensive about people saying they like me? Because I spend so much time and energy carefully orchestrating my interactions, choosing my words, and limiting myself in general when it comes to relationships that I have to believe the metaphorical walls I try to put up for the safety of myself and others aren't just a lie.

But when someone ends up with the impression that I like or even care about them or possesses the insanity required to suggest they might like or care about me, I know I've fucked up.

Because then it just proves those walls I worked so hard to build up and reinforce may as well be made of cardboard for all the protection they provide.

And then I have to come to terms with the idea that despite everything I've done, despite the distance I've kept between myself and others for so many years with the price of so much lonliness, maybe I was always just fooling myself. Maybe we're all just doomed to suffer no matter what and there's not a single thing I can actually do about it.

I hope that answered your question.

#Ask #Puck #Roleplay #Rant

[nightswithkookmin]

Thanks for branching into my favorite topic

"He will do his Solo career with or without the members."

Brilliant. Love it.

But as will the others💀

The rap line have demonstrated this much. Tae is even handling Solo very well.

Between all three however it is still only Jimin who seemed to demonstrate a level of commitment towards the group. I'm not gonna say attachment because that throws people of.

Said it before, will say it again JIMIN IS THE BEST IDOL OUT THERE. you don't get to be the best idol just because. To have a whole producer coming out to say you will end Kpop in 2023. Ain't that the tea💀

I don't know why in one breath people want to praise Jimin and acknowledge his status as the idol other idols look up to, yet still have a problem when it comes to the nitty-gritty of what actually has gone into earning him that status.

He takes his profession seriously, does everything in his might to make sure he delivers his best and nothing short of it. Yet we can't see how that translates into him taking the group or band seriously too?? Wild.

Bts is the vehicle that has brought him here and you best believe Park Jimin is not driving no damn dead beat vehicle. He's changing the oils, greasing the rim, inflating the tires, tightening the knots and giving it a new shine. Best believe that.

He's worked so hard, played by the rules and done everything in his will and power to aid the group to achieve the wealth and success the group has amassed.

He recruited fans for the group, bust his ass practicing, dieting and damn near killed himself for the group.

I hate dont like it when people wanna say well he's not the attached one, that other person is, just to say it, because they associate negative meaning with the word attached when like I'm looking at that other person they claim is more attached and they come no where near Jimin's level of commitment and dedication he has shown to the group. No shade.

I don't see anyone in bts more attached dedicated and committed to the cause that is bangtan. He was willing to sacrifice his health, his sanity, his relationship with his boyfriend in the group for the success and well being of the group and we have a problem admitting this???

At the end of the day I think we all have very different feel and perspective on the matter and I like my perspective better🤣

That man tries. I'm sorry but he tries and I swear to you he is unmatched. Thanks for attending my rally.

Sorry I have to update this cos.... I have more to say

When I talk about he will be hit the hardest if BTS go Solo I'm looking at all that work my guy has put in to help build the group, the thought, energy, the nurturing, the effort- all of that.

And maybe I'm projecting- may be

But to see ones hard work just puff vanish into thin air just like that must suck. It's painful. Jimin's gotta shed a tear or two. And I know it mustn't have been easy for him seeing Jungkook run off feeling like he'd just been freed from a cage too.

Then Namjoon basically saying he was tired nearly destroyed my heart for Jimin.

In a way Jungkook won cos dude was dancing on Jimin's chest taunting him like bruh was it worth it denying us our happiness Hyung Ahjusi over this 🎤 speak into the mic🤣

And he keeps re-echoing those same sentiments even in his recent live talking about how he doesn't know when it will all end so he's just gonna Yolo 🤷🏾

Called jimin out saying as a grown ass adult they should be doing whatever they want

Frankly I approve that message.

Which doesn't mean I disapprove of Jimin's approach to things. He is by far admirable. And his way works. Especially in their line of work where they are constantly under scrutiny.

He's very professional

But at what cost?

Sigh, I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body again

May be if I say it one more time I won't have a public melt down over his weight and body and the things he has to do to maintain it again 😫

Jimin....

chileee.

[perpetualexistence]

Sea Monster AU: Poor Unfortunate Soul (2/2)

(Why this cover in particular? Mainly because the thumbnail is cool. Also, annapatsu's covers always slap without fail.)

So! It's been a while! Partially because this chapter ended up longer than anticipated. Partially because I got distracted with other AUs because the ADHD mind takes me where it wants to take me. I think it's just going to be safer to not have a set schedule for when these come out because that's apparently just not how my brain wants to work. But I could never forget about this AU! Bit by bit, it will get done, as you can see here!

But here we are! Welcome back to Noah making drastic life choices because Alejandro is a toxic manipulative bastard. Drastic enough to warrant more content warnings.

Content warnings: Murder, cannibalism, toxic relationship, body horror

Once more, the asterisks return for the most gruesome bits. I've got a safer summary of what happens in the asterisks at the bottom.

If you ever think I need more content warnings, please do let me know and I'll add them immediately.

Without further ado, time to dive into Noah's further exploration into magic!

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With gills, Noah can now begin with proper magic. There's the spell that would make Alejandro smaller that he still needs to find in his book. There's also the problem of needing a back up plan. If he fails to shrink Alejandro, then Alejandro will kill him. He won't be able to talk his way out of it. He'll need the ability to fight back.

The book can sense his desire to defend himself. It flips to a page that promises a ritual that will grant his body the ability to do just that. It will even make magic easier to perform. Perfect. His only problem is the lack of details on the outcome. Try as he might, the book always flips back to how to cast the spell, and away from what happens after. Considering what happened the last time he tried to force something out of the book, he decides settling for this spell will be easier. The book throws him a bone with mention that this won't be as permanent as the gills, so that's something.

Noah's reading through the list of things he needs for the ritual. Rune knife, check. A bunch of salt, weird, but whatever. Flesh. At least a whole body's worth. The closer the attachment, the better the results. And to finish it off?

Consume the heart.

Noah's frantically looking at the alternative for flesh. He'd essentially need to alchemically recreate a human being. How many more ships would he have to sacrifice to make that happen? Countless, probably. People are already noticing the disappearances. There's no way he'd get all of this before he and Alejandro get caught. If Alejandro gets caught, people are going to go after him. Innocent people, sailing to their deaths because they have no idea about how Noah's been fighting to keep them off the menu.

So flesh it is. Time to kill a person. It's not like this is anything new. He already killed Chris. Even if that one was in complete self defense. And this one would very much be calculated. It'd be easier if he could just sneak away a corpse from one of Alejandro's feeding frenzies. But Alejandro's his ride there and back. There's no hiding a corpse from him.

So he's going to have to kill this one all on his own. In cold-blood. With his twig arms. At least he semi-knows how to defend himself.

Before he got Chef killed, Chef had insisted on teaching him self defense. Said his scrawny ass would have to worry about people just as much as monsters. Forced him to carry stuff with him. Noah did start noticing a difference, however small. Chef was gruff about it, but he did acknowledge it. All in all, Chef was pretty decent. He wasn't completely unreasonable. Not like Chris. Maybe-

No. Noah can't afford to go down that line of thinking. Chef loved Chris. He'd do anything for that man. Maybe Chef did know the true plan, and was still helping Chris. Even if he didn't, he never would have rested if he was allowed to live. Noah couldn't risk revenge killing. Chef had his uses, and now it'll make this job a bit easier.

He needs to kill someone on land. It has to be someone who deserves it. The closer, the better. Thanks to recent events, there's one person who comes to mind. The loan shark who has been hassling his family for years. He's back in town now, and Noah doubts anyone will miss him. He could use his hacking abilities to try to narrow down his exact location. Still, can't walk into a lion's den. He'll be really lucky to take the loan shark down. More than that? Absolutely not. Noah needs to isolate the loan shark, and have him come to Noah. That's going to require tact Noah doesn't have.

But he knows the perfect teacher.

Alejandro is incredibly pleased when Noah tells him that he wants to learn more about hunting. It seems that any concern about what he had been doing with Chef and Chris get quashed when Noah leans into murder. He has to lie about how it felt to kill Chris. Not as much as he thought he would. Chris had it coming. Noah just has to pretend the anger comes less from how he would have sacrificed the town and more from how he would have brainwashed Alejandro.

It's not like he's really lying about it per se. He would have felt bad to completely steal someone's autonomy away. Even if it had been Alejandro. Still, that doesn't dispel the worm of guilt as he swears he recognizes appreciation and fondness in Alejandro's eyes.

There's a part of him that wants to reciprocate. There is. It's the part of him that remembers that Alejandro is the first person he ever got close to and vulnerable with. That recognizes that their relationship has to be more than that of convenience. Why else would Alejandro insist on learning everything about Noah and hanging out even when not hunting? He gushes over romance novels and is jealous of Noah's dog, for fuck's sake. Neither of those things would obviously make him more endearing to Noah if that was Alejandro's goal. It's why they are so endearing.

Yet here Alejandro is. Gushing over his newfound appreciation for the craft of killing. How the yacht incident is forgiven. Forgiven? Like Noah was the one in the wrong for saying no to Alejandro one time? For having a nice night out with people that weren't Alejandro? My god, it wasn't even about the no, was it? It was that Noah could have a positive interaction with anyone except Alejandro. Enough to prioritize himself over pleasing Alejandro. The eel is possessive, and he got jealous, and innocent people had to die for that.

Noah is an object to Alejandro. A pet, if he's feeling generous. He's made that very clear. Alejandro will accept nothing less. So Noah can't give him that choice. He'll shrink Alejandro, and make him the pet instead.

It's the only way he anyone feel be safe.

So he plays up the monstrous version of himself that Alejandro wants. It's easier than it should be. Good. That makes it more believable. He uses the fact that his relationship with the loan shark is personal to excuse wanting to do the kill and take care of the body himself. He never outright says it, but he implies Alejandro as an inspiration for his change in tune.

He takes solace in the fact that all of this is still a lie. It has to be.

He gets in touch with the loan shark through nicking his mother's phone. Not one of his prouder moments, but that ship has sailed, sunk, and rotted away long ago. With the added guile he's learned from Alejandro, he's able to trick the loan shark into coming to a place near Chris's beach house. He's going to pay off the rest of the debt in person to make sure they don't have to do this ever again.

Noah is going to bring a suitcase full of cash that he's saved up from selling off his stolen goods. He needs a reason for the man to get close enough so Noah can stab him with his ritual knife.

Noah would love it if he could just put a bullet in the man's brain without having to get close to him. There are multiple problems with this. One, Noah would need a gun. Two, knowing how finnicky magic is, Noah would have to make a gun. Three, Noah would have to learn how to use the gun. Four, Noah might be searched for weapons. It's a lot of time and effort that Noah's not willing to spend.

The nice thing about magic ritual knives is that, once attuned, they can be summoned at will. So no worry about being caught with a weapon. So, time for the actual stabbing. It's not too hard to find the motivation. He remembers the time he called his oldest sister 'mom'. He was only about four or five at the time. He only knew his mother existed in theory. She just used home as a place to sleep in between jobs. The eldest siblings had been forced to pick up the slack of parenting by necessity. He didn't understand why his sister had sobbed and run to their mother. He could hear the words they shared. But he wouldn't process a child mourning the loss of their childhood until years later.

He knew their father was the one truly to blame for leaving them all to this situation. Noah would twist the knife into his father's back if he could. He'll settle for doing the same to the leech that took advantage of their situation and was still attempting to suck them dry.

***

He's more present for this murder than he was for Chris's. It feels like he's watching someone else in his body, but he's aware enough that he is controlling his own body and remembers this. He wants to remember this one.

Once the loan shark gets close enough, it's a knee to the groin. Noah's fighting to win. A summoned knife to slash him across the neck. Noah misses. The shark didn't fall as fast as he thought he would. The shark uses two hands to grabs him by the wrist and attempts to pull the knife away. Not good, Noah can already feel himself losing that battle.

With a flick of his wrist, the knife glows. It switches from his right hand to his left. He goes for a stab into the side. With luck, he can puncture a lung. He's not used to using his off hand. He doesn't hit a lung, but he does get him in the side. He pulls the knife out quick. Blood pours out from the wound Noah just made. The shark is bleeding now. Not enough for Noah's liking. Noah notices his knife glow, and sees that the blood is being sucked into the runes. That's concerning. But Noah doesn't have time to process that.

Not when the shark takes advantage of his self-made distraction to tackle Noah. Noah goes down quick. He drops the knife in the tackle. The shark is strangling him while he still has the strength to do so. Made even worse by the fact that the shark's fingers are digging into Noah's gills, too. He's gagging, and choking, and he needs to end this now.

He tries to wrestle the shark's hands away from his throat. It does nothing. His strength was never going to be a match for the shark's. He can feel the shark's nails dig into his gills. Now he's choking both on air and his own blood. Spots are dancing in his vision. They're broken by a soft glow. The knife. The knife!

Noah stops trying to stop the choking. Instead, he summons his knife to his hand once more. This wasn't how Noah wanted the bastard to get close, but it'll do. He's right on top of him. The shark is so focused on Noah's throat that he left Noah's arms free. He uses both his hands to make the knife pierces the shark right through his neck. The shark slumps over Noah. Shock? Death? Noah's not sure. He isn't taking chances.

He wriggles out from underneath and stabs him in the throat again. He swore he saw a twitch. Again. The breath of life attempting to work its way through the hole in his throat. Again. Glassy eyes reflect a face Noah can't recognize as his own. Again. Noah's throat feels raw. Was it the choking or is it his screaming? Again. Laughing, or crying? Again. It doesn't matter. Again. It must be done. Again.

His arms tire. The deed is done.

Clean up feels like it takes forever. Still, for all this work he's put into this, he can't afford to be sloppy now. He drags the corpse back. It was a risk hunting his prey so close to his beach house. But the farther he has to take it, the more he'd risk being spotted. So close it is.

Some tension leaves his shoulders once he's inside. But it's not over yet. He drags the corpse all the way to his cove. He dumps the sack of flesh into the water. He dives in after it.

The cool water soothes his aching gills. Right, he'd forgotten about that. He takes a moment to run his hands gently across his gills. At least his scarf will hide the bruises. He cleans the blood off. He hopes that'll be enough because that's the extent to his knowledge on how magic gills work.

Now for the ritual proper. The water is salted, the circle set, incantations spoken. Now, for the body. It's in the center of the circle, but that's not enough. He has to commit one more vile act to see this through.

No time for holding back. He's doing this so no one else has to. At least the earlier cut makes it easier to cut through and reach the heart. He cuts it out and holds it in his trembling hand. There's no going back after this. Then again, there never was.

He closes his eyes and bites into the heart. It feels softer than he expected. Leftover blood bursts onto his tongue. The iron taste makes him gag. He rips away the bite. He chews. He goes for another. His teeth are sore. This one feels easier. His teeth are sharper. The iron loses its sour tang and becomes sweeter. He'd be lying if he said he was never curious about why Alejandro always insisted on eating Noah's kind. He thinks he gets it now.

Oh god. He thinks he gets it now.

He consumes it as quickly as he can manage, before the rest of his thoughts catch up with him. Everything glows, and his body is racked with pain. He passes out in shock.

***

When he comes to, the circle is empty. His body feels heavier. He kicks his feet to try to get back to the surface to gather himself...but he can't. He looks down to see eight tentacles, amber with rings of blue and black, where his legs should be.

On instinct he tries to swim away, but he's not used to wielding eight lower limbs rather than two. Most of them smack at each other in an attempt to replicate legs to swim. Noah's fucked up. He's fucked up so bad. 'Won't be permanent' was a lie that he fell for and now he's given up the humanity he was struggling so hard to keep and why can't he just have his own fucking legs back-

And suddenly he's looking at his legs again. He blinks as he processes the new yet familiar sight. Okay? Okay. This is, maybe that was some kind of stress and magic induced hallucination? They had looked so real though-

And the tentacles are back. Of course he wouldn't be so lucky. At least the 'won't be permanent' thing wasn't a complete lie. He just has to learn how to control the changes. And control the tentacles. Just like the gills. And just settle into his new life as a half-octopus. Cecaelia? Merfolk.

Like Alejandro.

Oh. A body to defend himself.

Well.

He can work with this.

[Noah fights against the loan shark. He wins, and drags what remains back to the beach house he 'inherited' from Chris. He performs the ritual successfully and passes out due to shock.]

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[notstilinski]

Abbott Elementary Starters !

Taken from season two the 2022 ABC series, Abbott Elementary! Some of these have already been edited. You can change them however you see fit! There may be some light spoilers!

“I took it as an opportunity to grow. Not physically, of course, because I can’t reach the top shelves in my apartment.”

“Sea (Name) is very different than Land (Name).”

“If this is what they expect of us, it’s can’t be unrealistic.”

“Are you about to get evicted?!”

“I thought coming into work a full adult would be my solution, but I’m drowning.”

“I get it now. I’m not not a fan.”

“Then why do I have to see Chris Pratt everywhere?!”

“Oh, I don’t do that anymore. Because I’m in therapy and anger management.”

“Oh, we don’t take bribes — That aren’t in the form of money.”

“I think she’s saying I’m a broke boi.”

“(Name), I said that I don’t want to go to a strip club with you.”

“I hope all the kids aren’t here today. Yesterday, almost everybody was in attendance and it almost broke me.”

“You don’t want to be a corny legend.”

“Ya’ll gotta stop playing God with that boy’s life.”

“I’m not in the mood to improve-d at.”

“(Name) tells me I sound like a lesbian. I’m working on that.”

“And one of those is the right side, which is mine.”

“Are you two in a fight? Looks like ya’ll in a fight.”

“Poison? You know I ain’t poisoning anybody. If I’m taking someone out, I want to watch them go.”

“I’m starting to think that I didn’t grow into the person I’m proud of because of it, but maybe I did despite of it.”

“What’s that I taste? The taste of sweet victory?”

“Who does everybody get so surprised when I say I’ll help? I’m a professional.”

“You time yourself going to the second floor?”

“It don’t count if I don’t have my Fitbit on.”

“I haven’t seen you this made since the bartender cut you off at the batting cages.”

“Disguises, crime, looking hot? These are my specialities.”

“Okay, well, thank you for the donation to my mouth.”

“I’m just one of those people where chaos really affects my mood so I’m just gonna call it a day.”

“Ghost, ghouls and new friends.”

“Oh, like y’all came tell these moderately attractive white men with bears apart.”

“You truly do have the taste of a middle aged midwestern mama.”

“And now you’ve made me an accessory.”

“I Googled it. But I like to maintain that aura of dark mystery.”

“This is cutting into my pre happy hour hour.”

“All these wasted eggs when the (Name) is in town. Now I’ve got to throw a Molotov cocktail at their bus.”

“And I want to shield them with the best defense: Positivity.”

“The emergency is… I don’t feel like it right now.”

“Merry Capitalism to you all.”

“You know what? They’re a lot like paint fumes. Small doses? Fine — Even somewhat enjoyable. But too much just gives you a headache.”

“Yeah, after I introduce myself, you know. Start dating, get super clingy, abs go through his phone he might be.”

“That’s right. Now go ahead and make Juvenile proud.”

“Is that my work husband grinding on my work nemesis?”

“I’m sorry, you look like you’re in deep thought.”

“I drink a lot of Snapple so I kind of know some facts.”

“I know plenty of people who have counted me out before and, while I have absolutely no way of confirming this, I’m positive they’re all dead.”

“Sorry, so your- You dad, he hired an actor to play his child instead of just asking you?”

“Don’t look at me like that, he gave me his number.”

“I was both the hostage negotiator and the hostage.”

“Well, I’m a pacifist. You mess with me, I’ll pass a fist across your face.”

“We are watching the first Toy Story because the third one makes me cry.”

“What in the Earth, Wind and Fire is going on here?!”

“Okay. She’s robbed a child.”

“Aw. Disposable income.”

“Do you want to pinch my cheeks? My mom says it helps.”

“Well, that was before I realized that I have an insecure attachment style. I now recognize it for the disdain that it is.”

“I don’t think an adult has ever apologized to me before.”

“I will kick your (Name)-loving Valentine’s Day ass right out of this building.”

“Shame. So hot, yet so annoying.”

“I am one minor inconvenience away from putting this whole day in rice.”

“Mandates are nothing more than fervent suggestions.”

“Just because you got a round face like the Teletubbies sun baby doesn’t mean that the world revolves around you.”

“It’s cool that no matter what I do, no one is happy.”

“Let’s say that (Name) has a bubbly personality to cover up deep-seated mommy issues.”

“The silver lining about dating is that you only have to be correct about someone /once./“

“Last night, as the kids would say, was a film.”

“That is bisexual erasure. I expected better from you.”

“You’re a dork but you’re messy.”

“Weird cash floating around? Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

“Come on. Let’s go bully some sensitive artists.”

“Now you two need to get on board. Who we fighting first?”

“That’s why Mothers Day was invented. So less mothers would leave their families.”

“Don’t give Jesus my credit.”

“Nothing good has ever come from nerds whispering.”

“It’s because you abandon people, and it’s nice to finally hear you say it out loud.”

“People had hopes for you, and they gave up on me!”

“I get why you left (Name), it just kind of felt like you left me, too.”

“My night terrors have spread into day terrors. I can’t tell if I’m asleep right now or if this is some kind of waking nightmare.”

“Why can’t you ever give me credit for a good idea?”

“My lies don’t discriminate.”

“Never have I been so happy to hear such explicit content.”

“At the end of the day, they have to decide who they want to be. And this one decided to be a jackass.”

“So what you’re going to do is pick yourself up, dust yourself off, come back here tomorrow and do your job.”

“People have thrown dirt on my name, others have given flowers. It’s all a garden to me.”

“I love the company of others. But I’m trying to like my own.”

“I’m just gonna go back to avoiding her and never asking her for anything.”

“You would beat my ass, wouldn’t you?”

“The key to never getting your ass beat? Knowing when someone can beat your ass.”

“Note to self: New way to manipulate. Step one: have a daughter. Step two: Play the long game.”

“I’m a master forager. My speciality? Mushrooms.”

“I don’t know how to leave this conversation.”

“I’m counting on those tiny fists for very precise blows.”

“Yeah. I take all your recommendations seriously — I want to know why you like stuff.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t like clanks in bags. Clank-clank leads to clink-clink.”

“No wonder your dad’s a landscaper, the way you beat around the bush.”

“You need to be better at hiding things with your face.”

“Everybody I like knows it. (Name) and Diego Luna has seen my tweets.”

“If I don’t get a smooth eleven hours, I get a little handsy.”

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[lover-of-skellies]

Underfell sans? probably would be low maybe, but I'm curious.

Shockingly enough, his rating is actually an 8. He’s a safer option, but not by much due to his temper and how accustomed he is to reacting to anything unexpected with violence and aggression. But alas, such is the way of the Underfell monsters, I suppose

1) How dangerous is his mouth? Much like his brother, his teeth are sharp. The exact sharpness is up for debate, since I think think there’s anything from his creator regarding that, but for now, they appear sharp enough to be dangerous. So sadly, I have to give him a 0. His mouth is dangerous, and you better hope you don’t surprise him or piss him off

2) Would he bite, and his he aggressive? I don’t see him biting on purpose, but if he was startled, that’s a different story. His aggression though is undeniable. His entire personality at this point is him being an edgy tsundere with anger management issues. He has no qualms against fighting and throwing hands with others, or threatening them in one way or another, and due to being from Underfell, being that way just seems to be standard procedure for the monsters there. He loses a potential point for being so aggressive, but I can give him 1 point for not being a purposeful biter. Accidents happen, yeah, but he may or may not have more smooching experience than his brother, which could possibly make up for that.

3) Are there any health hazards for the smoocher? Unfortunately, yes there are. His sharp teeth are a bit of a potential hazard on their own, but then pair that with his temper/attitude and his magical abilities. If he somehow thought you were about to attack him instead of smooching, you’re going to get very hurt, very fast. Since he’s the type to act now and think later, he wouldn’t have anything against defending himself from whatever threat is there in front of him, even if the perceived threat is just that: perceived. Assuming you asked nicely beforehand or made it clear what you wanted to do, then he might be ok with it. He’d think you were being a weirdo and he’d probably act like it never happened out of embarrassment, but I’ll give him 1 point since there’s a chance that he might be safe enough to try smooching, if you went about doing it correctly

4) Does Red have a sympathetic backstory? When you consider the underground that he had to raise Edge in, the constant threat of being ganged up on and hurt for literally any reason under the sun, and the stress of having to support himself and his brother, yeah, I’d say he deserves a little sympathy. That’s not even counting the kind of treatment that he has to endure from Edge and everyone else that’s in his AU. He likely has a lot of depression and anxiety due to his treatment, living conditions, and the knowledge of the resets, he very likely has lots of trust issues and problems forming attachments because of the environment itself, and his self esteem is probably nonexistent. He needs therapy and some genuine friends more than anything else, and he needs to be somewhere that’s not as harsh and abrasive. The mental and emotional issues don’t excuse his poor attitude itself, but it at least gives somewhat of an explanation for it, and yeah, I’d say his backstory is pretty sympathetic. He gets 2 points for his sad backstory

5) Does he deserve a smooch? He’s rude beyond belief and he’s very rough around the edges, but considering everything he’s gone through and had to deal with his entire life, yes, I’d say smooches are deserved. 2 points for this area

6) Is he cute or cool? His design itself is really cool to me, since I think it’s simple but very effective in helping him stand out from other Sanses, and he’s got this very lone wolf, angsty teen sort of energy about him. When done correctly that could give him cool points, as long as he’s not turned into the butt end of a joke anywhere along the line. He’s been portrayed in such a way that while cute moments are extremely rare, I actually have seen them happen once or twice. Taking that into consideration, I’d say he gets another 2 points here

In total, Red’s smooch-ability rating is 8, surprisingly enough. He has quite the temper and is prone to violence just like his brother, but from what we know, he does use at least a decent amount of self control to kinda balance it out a little. Kissing him is something that could be done, but you’d have to know him really well and communicate what you wanted beforehand, or else it’s just not happening. If you’re a total stranger trying to smooch him, then you can bet your ass you’d get pretty beat up and injured in some way by him. All in all, in depends on familiarity and circumstances, but an 8 seems pretty fair to me

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