#protect fair creek

[oneforthemunny]

honeysuckle day dream |cowboy!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: a thought I had about cowboy!eddie. you, eddie, and honeysuckle.

edit by @eddiemunsons-missingnipple <3 everyone say yee-haw!

contains: MINORS DNI 18+. language, sexual themes, slight dom/sub dynamic, oral male & fem receiving, face sitting. mostly sweet fluff a little smut at the end :)

"Be careful comin' over here, baby." Eddie's rough soled boot, thick and leather, a little worn from the work on the ranch, crunched down onto the branches and twigs in the path. "'S a briar patch, be careful."

His hand held yours, rough, calloused hands that were hardened from years of hard work. He always teased you about your soft hands, how you "wouldn’t know a hards day of work if it bit you in that sweet ass, girlie" but he refused to let you lift a finger. He was good to you like that, so caring and doting on you.

"Here, put your foot right there." Eddie nodded to the crumples mess of branches he's smushed for your foot to wedge its way in unscathed from the thorns. "Told you 'bout them shoes." His brow furrowed under the brim of his hat, amber eyes catching every glint of sun and shining down at you making that menacing glare a little less mean.

You frowned lightly, looking down at your little sandals. To be fair, you didn't know you'd be hiking down to the creek when you'd gone out to see Eddie, or you would've wore tennis shoes at least.

"I didn't know we were gonna hike all the way out here," You huffed, positioning your foot carefully in the cleared space. Eddie's hand moved to your waist, balancing you gently while he guided you through the thicket. "Thought you'd be training all day." You pouted with a little eye roll.

Eddie's hand smacked the fat of your ass sharply, leaving you squealing and jumping at the stinging impact. His grip held onto your waist, eyes cutting to you dangerously from under the wide brim of his dark hat. "You better watch it, darlin', 'fore I make you pick a switch out here."

The treat had your tummy rushing with that familiar heat, rising up through your chest and leaving your blistering on your cheeks, ducking your head to hide your grin, jumping to the clear patch of soft grass out of the briar thorns. Eddie pivoted behind you, heavily stomping into the place beside you, hands easily finding your waist, squeezing your hip affectionately.

“Wanted to spend time with you.” Eddie beamed down at you, all dimpled grins and shining eyes. “Too pretty of a day to not spend it with my best girl.”

You blushed, wrapping your arm around his waist, cheek smushing into the side of his scratchy work shirt, protective from the sun and anything else that could scathe the cowboy. It was a beautiful day, cloudless blue skies that left the sun shining freely down on all the freshly sprouted crops of the earth. You sighed contently, taking in the scenery around you, the grass a vibrant green and wildflowers sprouting from the tall ground, fields of clover blooms and sweet grass and dandelions lining like a botanical carpet rolled out all the way down to the creek.

"Did you bring a blanket?" You asked, tilting your chin to look up at Eddie, squinting at the sun shining through his curls, illuminating each curly tendril like a golden halo. He looked so pretty.

"No," Eddie grinned, shaking his head down at you playfully. "Is it gonna kill ya to sit on the grass?"

You rolled your eyes. "Maybe. If there's a bug... or a snake." You paused, scanning the tall grass, then looking back at Eddie, clinging to him tighter around his waist. "If there's a snake, Ed, you have to kill it."

Eddie tipped his head back, laugh ringing from deep in his chest, hat nearly falling back with ever tilted shake of laughter. "I'm being serious, Eddie." You huffed, tone teetering dangerously on the verge of a whine. "You know I'm scared of snakes."

"I know you are, sweet girl." Eddie pulled you closer into his hip, wranglers rubbing beside you with every step through the soft earth.

He remembered the time you'd seen a little garden snake, barely a few inches long, slither across the path to the stables. You'd screeched so loud, startling him and the horses, shoving him in front of you like he was your own personal shield. Eddie had teased you endlessly about it, cackling and pretending to go towards it, until you were furious with tears. He didn't grab the snake, of course, he wouldn't ever do that to you, opting to coddle you and promise he'd take care of you instead.

Eddie pressed a kiss to the top of your head, a loud smack that was dramatic and sweet, left you blushing none the less. "You know I won't let you get hurt." Eddie said nonchalantly, humming lightly when he looked around at the nature surrounding him. It was so flippantly a fact, left you a little dizzy with warmth and content swelling furiously inside your chest.

You could hear the streams of the waters, crashing in a light steady flow over rocks and brushing over the bank where the creek lied. Eddie would go wading in the water sometimes, jeans rolled up to his calves and boots discarded, picking up crawdads and frogs to show you. Sometimes you'd join him, most of the time you'd just watch, content in basking in his company from the soft grass of the bank.

"Look over yonder," Eddie's inked finger pointed towards the tree, a bustle of yellow and white flowers blossoming gorgeously on the greenery around it. "Y'know what those are?"

You shook your head. "Flowers? I'm guessing." You smirked up at him. "Are they blackberries?" Eddie had a blackberry patch near the fields, one he wasn't sure where it came from but the horses were always messing in it. Sometimes he'd pick a few for you, bring them in so you could wash them and the two of you could share them in the summertime.

Eddie shook his head. "Honeysuckle." He nodded towards them. "You ever had honeysuckle?"

Your nose scrunched. "Is that, like, honey?"

Eddie snorted in laughter, hand moving to grab yours, pulling you through the clover fields towards the tree. "It's a flower, but you can drink its juice." He explained simply. "Wayne used to take me down here all the time when we'd go fish. Taught me how to get the nectar outta it. I thought these died in the drought of '87, but guess they've come back."

He smiled so proudly, eyes twinkling the way they did when he'd tell you a good memory, a rare happy one from his childhood. "How do you get the nectar out?" You tilted your head to the side lightly. "Thought only bees and butterflies could do that."

"Nah, honeysuckle's special, darlin'." Eddie grinned, he squatted in front of the green bush, climbing high on the trees and vines around it. He plucked a yellow-cream colored flowers off it, rolling it between his fingers.

"Watch this," Eddie's eyes lifted, round and big, shining with excitement. You matched his little smile, leaning in. "You just pinch this bottom like that, and pull this part," Eddie ripped the flower apart so delicately in his big hand, revealing the long stem in the middle, a single watery drop of nectar clinging to it. "Here, open up, baby. Taste it."

You stuck your tongue out, obediently, eyes lifting to meet Eddie's. It was an automatic reaction now, one Eddie wanted to beam in pride at you for remembering, his jeans tightened around the crotch at the sight. He placed the nectar covered stem on your tongue, rubbing it over your taste buds gently. It was more bitter than you expected it to be, earthy with a floral sweetness that tasted... odd, but intriguing on your tongue.

"Hmm," You hummed, rolling your tongue around in your mouth, brows furrowing ever so slightly up at Eddie. "Not really what I expected." You giggled, crystal and warm, it made Eddie's knees buckle.

"Yeah?" Eddie giggled back, brows raising. "Y'want another one?"

You contemplated for a moment, nodding. "Show me one more time how you did it."

Eddie grinned, his cock twitching behind the zipper of his wranglers. He plucked another flower, pinching, pulling, and eyeing at you to open your mouth. You did, holding his gaze while he smeared the sweet flower's nectar over your tongue.

You nodded slowly, rolling the nectar around your mouth. "It's pretty sweet." You shrugged finally. "Good. You want a taste?"

"Yeah," Eddie nodded, swallowing thickly. He could feel his heart beat in the throbbing tip of his dick, eyes trained on you. "Let me have a taste, sweet girl."

You gave him a wicked grin, eyes batting at him playfully. Oh, how many times you'd heard that in a very different circumstance.

"Pinch it, pull it, and..." You revealed the long string, smiling up at him triumphantly. "Open up for me, handsome."

Eddie snorted in a laugh before obliging, tongue out and eyes on you while you repeated his actions, rubbing it over his tongue. Eddie moaned loudly, eyes pinching close and lashes fluttering. "Mmm, tastes delicious." He groaned. You blushed at the vulgarity, eyes casting down, catching the growing tent in his jeans.

You paused for a moment, eyes lifting to him wickedly. He smiled back at you shamelessly, those muddy irises darkening with every passing second. You lifted a brow. "Seriously?" You asked, trying to feign annoyance, like you weren't pulsing something fierce between the knees.

Eddie shrugged. "Just what you do to me, sugar." He grinned cheekily.

He sure did know how to make you blush, you thought, turning to hide your heated face, flicking the flower towards the ground. "Does the honeysuckle have some kind of natural viagra in it?" You asked playfully. "That why you wanted to bring me out here?"

Eddie howled in laughter. "I dunno, baby, not that I know of." He grinned, perfect, pretty teeth and plump lips. "Maybe. You feelin' horny too?"

You blushed, scoffing at his blatant question. "I think you are, Munson." You nodded towards his bulge. "You want me to help you out?"

"I'd sure love it if you did. Be awful sweet of ya." Eddie grinned salaciously. That little shit.

You sighed heavy, dramatic and playful, but sinking to your knees in the cool grass. Your hands were already working on his belt, expertly undoing that thick buckle he'd won at a competition. You could remember the first time you'd tried to take one off, fumbled and irritated until he'd helped you, and told you not to rush that there was no need. Everything was easy, a little slower out here; that's why you loved it so much.

You pushed his stiff wranglers down to his knees, shuffling on your own to get closer, placing a sweet, gentle kiss to his tented briefs, his erection angry underneath.

"Stop that teasin', darlin'." Eddie grunted lightly, jaw clenching at the feeling of your soft lips against his shaft. "I'll be just as mean if you don't play nice with me." He warned.

You just gave him a tight lipped smile, pushing his underwear down, his cock springing free and curving up towards him, the foreskin stretching around his angry head, already leaking for you. You drooled, wetting your lips, before you took it in your hand, pushing the skin down with a fluid movement.

Eddie exhaled slowly out of his nose, eyes fluttering down to watch you through thick lashes. You blinked up at him, jacking him slowly, thumb circling the sensitive tip until his hips jerked in your grasp. Eddie nodded at your gently, a bow down towards you that was your go-ahead signal.

You took him your mouth easily, sucking on the tip, tongue swiping over the sensitive head that leaked for you. Eddie groaned loudly, hands moving to thread through your hair, tangling his calloused hands through the soft locks. Your mouth, velvety and wet, sucking him down gently.

"Just like that, girlie." Eddie breathed a sigh of contented pleasure, letting his eyes fall shut for a moment. He could feel his tip brush the back of your throat, head still bobbing to take him further. "Goddamit, baby, feel so good."

You hummed at his praise, moving to cup his balls while your head bobbed slowly, eyes straining to look up at him. His eyes fluttered down to you, seeing you looking at him obediently, just like he'd taught you. Eddie beamed, thumbs stroking over your hollowed cheeks.

"Look at you, my best girl, aren't ya? Just so good." Eddie rasped, voice drowned out at the chirping birds singing and flitting in the wind, water babbling down the creek making the most serene background while you shoved him vulgarly down your throat.

Your hand cupped, squeezed his balls lightly, pulling back to suction on his tip and move down his shaft, breathing deep and slow to regulate your gagging. Eddie could feel his own abs clenching with every slow drag of your mouth squeezing around him, your nails tickling his balls lightly and making them jump and squeeze at your expert movements.

"Holy fuck, baby," Eddie gritted, tightening his grip in your hair. "You just get me so good, don't ya? Just my perfect, little, sweet girl. So good to me."

You hum in response, vibrations from your throat tickling and sending shockwaves through his head to his sac. Eddie felt himself clench, knees planting in a firmer stance. He wasn't going to last long with you out here, you were too good at this. Too good at knowing him so well.

Especially the way you'd tilt your head to the side, ducking down to take his sack into your mouth, sucking them lightly while your soft hands stroked his length with perfect flicks and grips.

"Open up that mouth." Eddie grunted through clenched teeth, nose scrunching.

If you didn't know any better, you'd think you were hurting him, but you did know him- you knew he was so close his toes were curling, coil in his tummy pulling closer and closer until it snapped. Spilling hot spurts of his seed onto your flattened tongue. You caught is easily, eyes still meeting his while he milked himself into your mouth, finger hooking to catch a dribbled spurt on the side of your lips before he pressed them in your mouth.

"Swallow f'me, sweet girl." Eddie rasped, chest rinsing and falling in sharp, fast breaths.

You swallowed him in one gulp, opening your mouth open to show him, eyes still round and meeting him. You ached, a slick, throbbing mess underneath your little sundress- the one that drove Eddie wild when it'd get caught between your cheeks.

"That's my good girl, so good." Eddie praised, cupping your blushing face. "You just take such good care of me, don't ya, honey?" Eddie cooed at you.

You smiled, sweetly and a little bashful. Eddie was sure if he wouldn't have just busted his cock would be lurching, sputtering to life all over again. "I love to take care of you, Eddie." You purred, lashes batting up at him, tight rubbing together for friction.

Eddie smirked. "I know you do, baby. Do such a good job at it too." He praised you, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, hands moving under your arms to tug you up. "Now, 's your turn, ain't it?"

You blushed, standing to your feet on shaky legs. You looked back at the ground, seeing the butterflies flit around, dragon flies whirring by. "Wait, I don't- I don't want to lay in the grass." You pouted gently. "I don't wanna get my dress dirty, Eddie."

Eddie rolled his eyes hard, feigned annoyance at you. "When did I say anything about that, huh, girlie?" He gave you a dark, pointed look.

You frowned at him confusingly, watching him sit on the grass, placing his hat beside him, dark curl melting into the grass when he laid back. "C'mon," Eddie grinned up at you, chin tucking to his chest to look up at you. "Get ready to ride, cowgirl."

You blushed, shimmying the hem of your dress up, lifting it so it was bunched by your waist, shuffling over to him, legs parting wide to climb over his body. You sunk to your knees, blushing under Eddie's wild eyed gaze, excited and lustful.

"You let me know if you can't breathe?" You asked, lifting a brow towards him. "I don't wanna suffocate you."

"I couldn't think of a better way to go out, darlin'." Eddie grinned cheekily. "Smothered by that delicious pussy by the creek? Sounds like paradise to me."

"Eddie." You whined, shuffling back towards his chest.

Eddie's hands gripped your thighs fiercely, pulling you protectively towards him. "'M just kiddin', baby. I'll let y'know, alright?" He smiled sweetly up at you, hands rubbing up the soft swell of your hips, pushing your dress up further to reveal your puffy, slick lips to him.

"Here," Eddie reached over, grabbing his hat and holding it out to you. "You put it on. You're ridin' today, girlie."

You blushed but put the dark hat on, tipping it onto your head before Eddie had you pulled into him with a slight oomph! his mouth latching to your swollen clit, lapping and suckling at you.

You bucked and rode his face, hips grinding and bumping against his nose, hands gripping his curls like the reigns to a horse, while your knees rubbed into the soft grass beneath you. You'd lost the hat after you tipped your head back too suddenly, it tumbled onto Eddie and then toppled onto the ground, but you were too caught up to care.

Eddie buried himself in you, devouring your cunt while you cried and gushed all over him, his eyes fluttering shut, savoring every last drop of your delicious nectar. He decided then, that honeysuckle was good, but nothing compared to the sweetness of you.

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[swampofiniquity]

Mercy Me (Leon Kennedy x Reader)

Trying to get back into writing and posting, as well as obsessing over the Re:4 remake, so I wrote this little thing.

Rated: Teen

Word Count: 1,630

Cross-posted on AO3

Summary/Warnings: Takes place right before and after the events of Resident Evil 4. You are a bartender and Leon is your favorite customer. Leon x gn!reader, alcohol consumption, Leon is obviously lonely and needs someone to take care of him.

Masterlist

"Wait, hold on, you're telling me you just snuck out of that women's house through the window?"

Leon shrugged, knocking back the last of a Knob Creek triple that should have been a double, but he tipped so well that you didn't mind giving away a few over pours now and then for him. Well, that and he had a habit of nonchalantly dropping just the most insane, quietly compelling anecdotes that you actually looked forward to your midweek closing shifts at the bar when he was in town. 

"She had a roommate. I didn’t want it to be awkward."

"At least tell me it was on the first floor?" You had stopped pretending to even be working at this point, the wash cloth in your hand having long since gone dry and useless against the still sticky spot on the bar top. 

He hesitated a moment, a cute flush creeping on his cheeks as he scratched the back of his head. "Uh, third floor. It was fine though, the apartment had a fire escape." 

You let out the laugh you’d been holding in since you’d finally nagged loose the story behind his latest romantic excursion with the last person you’d observed him leaving the bar with. You couldn’t help but flash him a smile as you heard his answering self deprecating chuckle. “You certainly are an interesting man. Need a refill?” you asked, half turned to go fetch the bottle again from the counter behind you. 

“Nah, I should probably call it. I’m actually traveling out of town for work tomorrow morning and I’ll hate myself later if I don’t hit the hay soon.” 

“Fair enough, I’ll cash you out.” As you moved to close his tab at the register, you were practically vibrating with the need to ask. Nearly an entire year had passed since Leon had first visited your bar and while you wouldn’t hesitate to call him a friend, he played everything so close to the vest that you had no idea what the hell he did for a living, other than it seemed to pay decently and he’d disappear for weeks at a time, often coming back with a hitch in his step or a new kaleidoscope of bruises. It worried you, not that he didn’t seem capable of protecting himself, you’d caught peaks at the piece he kept in a holster under the jacket he always wore. 

But it made your friendship seem oddly lopsided with how often he’d lend an understanding ear to your troubles taking over the family bar after your dad died or your less than successful efforts with the local dating pool. You were an open book, a heart on your sleeve kind of soul.

You could only guess where the man across from you would keep his own heart. In that holster perhaps, nestled behind his gun. Or maybe off his person completely, tucked away in a footlocker somewhere. Hidden in the dark and solitude, not out of nature or preference, but out of survival. His life had to have been lonely, you’d never seen him leave with the same person twice and there was never any mention of even a coworker, let alone a friend or any family. In your experience, most people drinking alone after midnight on a Wednesday didn’t have anyone waiting up at home. 

If they had a home to go back to at all. 

“Don’t bother, this should cover it.” While you were embarrassingly lost in thought, Leon had fished a couple of bills out of his wallet and slid them across the bar. You grabbed them as he turned, stretching his back out before turning for the door. “Have a nice night.”

“You too, have a safe trip!” But you couldn’t keep back a shout when you opened the till to complete the transaction, finally counting the money. He’d given you $200 for two middle shelf drinks. 

“Wait, Leon! You gave me too much.” You waived the money back to him, attempting to beckon him back over with a smile. “Should I be worried about how much you’ve had to drink, giving me a 500% tip?”

“I’m not drunk, and it wasn’t a mistake.” He paused, flipping his collar up in preparation for stepping outside into the cold. “Save that stool for me until I get back.”

With that, and a quick head pat for your dad’s old bar dog Max, Leon stepped out into the night, leaving you with a giddy pit in your stomach. 

Someone was pounding on the door downstairs. 

You had dismissed it at first, chalking it up to just another sound from the storm raging outside and trying to fall back asleep, but then Max started growling from his orthopedic dog bed by the radiator, heaving his old bones up to howl at the window. Heart pounding, you gingerly pulled back a sliver of the curtain, catching sight of a familiar motorcycle parked crookedly on the sidewalk outside. 

You didn’t think twice, throwing on a robe over your pajamas and flying down the stairs to the private side door of your apartment over the bar, flipping the multiple deadlocks and stepping out into the freezing rain to find Leon soaked to the bone, leaning up against the front door to the bar like it was the only thing keeping him upright. 

“Leon,” you called out over the sudden lump in your throat. He’d been gone for almost a month and you’d been lowkey terrified that he wasn’t coming back this time. No matter how confused you were at his reappearance, you felt tears sting your eyes with relief. 

You watched as he started, wheeling around and squinting through the rain and darkness. He mouthed your name before moving towards you, limping so alarmingly that you lunged forward to grab him before he could fall. He was heavier than he looked, body shaking with the cold or something else you couldn't tell. “Just my luck, you wouldn’t be open tonight, huh.” 

“You know we always close early on Sundays. C’mon, you’ll catch your death out here.” You were both soaking wet and dripping onto the threadbare welcome mat when you finally managed to coax him inside your apartment, just as another huge clap of thunder vibrated the windows of the old building. “You rode here in all that?”

“M sorry, didn’t know where else to go. I’ll be out of your hair as soon as the storm blows over, I promise.”

“No, it’s fine, really. I’ll put on some tea.” You froze as your sock gave a nasty, wet squelch as you made a step towards the stairs. “Shit.”

The storm raged for hours, but neither of you seemed to notice once you finally convinced Leon to stop apologizing for ruining your night. You’d found some of your dad’s old clothes in your closet for him while his own were tumbling away in your ancient dryer. After you both were warm and dry, you made some black tea for the two of you, splashing in a bit of whiskey and some fresh lemon to fight off the chill from the rain. 

He didn’t explain where he had been and you didn’t ask, content to sit with him quietly as he sipped his tea and absentmindedly pet Max, the dog leaning happily against his legs. 

“So this is where you grew up, huh?” You startled a bit at the sound of his voice cutting through the comfortable silence, looking up from your mug of tea to find Leon staring up at the old photos on the fireplace mantel across the room, the smallest smile twisting up the corner of his lips. 

You tried not to focus on the new scar that marred his smooth cheek, positive he hadn’t had it last you saw him, and tucked your feet up under you on the couch. “Yep, my dad too. My grandfather bought the bar off a guy when he got home from World War II. Almost ran it right into the ground too, until he hired my grandmother to do the bookkeeping. They got married after less than a year and my family has lived here since. The portrait in the middle is from their wedding.” 

To your surprise, Leon stood up, poorly hiding a pained grimace as he limped to the mantle, picking up the picture in question. “You look just like her.” The charming smile he sent you over his shoulder gave you butterflies. Until he replaced the frame and instead of returning to the couch, started perusing your other family pictures, much to your horror. 

“I guess so, but hey-” You jumped up, latching onto his arm and applying gentle pressure until he turned his attention back to you. “Don’t look so hard at all those, I’m not sure I’m ready for you to see my awkward highschool phase.”

“Aw come one, I’m sure you were cute.” He winked and his eyes looked so much bluer up close in the low light of your living room. 

“Yeah, well maybe I’ll let you see them if you tell me what’s going on with you,” your words gradually dropped in volume until you ended on a whisper. You could feel Leon stiffen. “You can’t just show up like you did at someone’s doorstep and not offer any explanation.”

“It’s not a very nice story,” he replied softly, reaching out to touch the necklace at your throat. You held your breath as he turned it over, righting the chain you hadn’t noticed was twisted. 

“I’m a bartender, more than half the stories I hear aren’t very nice. Try me.”

Leon heaved a sigh, scrubbing a palm over his face before nodding. “One condition: got any more of that whiskey up here?”

#leon s kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil 4 remake fanfiction #resident evil fanfic #please be nice im rusty #i may or may not have a spicy idea for a follow up if anyone is interested

[heavenstohell]

LOYAL COMPANION

Stefan Salvatore/F!Reader

PLOT: Before chaos. there was you. You who made a bond with the younger Salvatore brother. Connected by the hip through thick and thin, bestfriends forever. Right? WARNINGS: blood, violence

HOW CAN ONE SAY SOMEONE IS LOYAL TO THEM? By having to be there all the time? By protecting them from whatever harm comes their way? ___was a longtime friend of Stefan Salvatore since they were kids. They met playing by the creek at Mystic Falls. ___, having no siblings enjoys Stefan's company. Hanging out at his house or hers from time to time and going to walk around the town to complete errands that one of their parents told them to do. You enjoyed his presence, he was kind. It was present in his actions. He had a good heart and it showed whenever you were together with him.

This day was not different from your everyday spent with him. "Stefan? What are you up to?" You ask, sitting down on a rickety wooden chair at their front porch. He looks up from fixing his shoe, about to stand up from the chair beside you, he answers. "Nothing, really. I was about to find Damon, but I guess you're here now, soo. What do you want to do?" You smile, gazing down at the floor. Avoiding Stefan's eyes from your tomato flushed skin. You tuck back a stray hair strand behind your ear, "I have a gift for you." You announce as you stand up, walking down the porch stairs. You look back to Stefan behind you, "Are you coming or what?" He smiles, nodding his head a yes. "When do I not?"

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You make him follow you to the place where everything started, where you both became the best of friends. Of course, to you, he was. "You have to close your eyes though." You suddenly face him. You had not expected the close distance you had with him; you step back. "And why do I have to?" He asks curiously, walking a bit closer to you. He tilts to the side for your answer before he looks around. "Oh, you brought me here. Under the old oak tree." He laughs, remembering the memories you made with him before together. "I am quite sentimental." You reason, "Now just close it!" Your hands try to cover his eyes, failing when you both laugh as he shrugs them away. "Alright! Alright. You got me so curious, ____." You roll your eyes at his words, "Give me your palms and try to feel what I placed on them. Okay?" You grab a silver necklace with a blue ascent adorning its pendant out of your pocket, placing it on his palm. You grin, "It's a little heavy, a locket?" Stefan asks, opening the pendant to feel a small space inside. He holds the pendant until he could feel the chain on it. "It's a necklace." He states. You sigh, shaking your head out of disappointment. "Wow! You guessed it." Sarcasm dripping in your words, "I would have never thought you would." Stefan chuckles, opening his eyes and inspecting the necklace. You watch him, waiting for what he has to say.

"I like it." He states, catching your gaze on him. "I'll protect and wear it forever." Your tomato flushed cheeks return, "That's good. I have one too." You smile, showing him yours that's already worn on your neck.

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As months pass by, both you and Stefan grown much closer. Your locket has a note for him to read when the right time comes and his, well, you're not sure if it's a picture or something else by the way he reacts when you ask about it. "Come on, I have known you since you have crawled down the stairs and hit your head on the wooden floorboards." You reason with him, trying to get a hold of his necklace. He laughs, "If I cannot see yours, it is not fair to show you mine." You huff, furrowed eyebrows on your face out of despair, and defeat. You walk in front of his bed, distracting him from folding his clothes. Stefan mentioned earlier about a visitor staying at their house. An orphaned girl, trying to find a family that would accept her. "What if I pass away? Huh! There! I would not know then what is inside!" You joke about your death, yet Stefan immediately looks up at you. "___, that is not fun at all. You will not certainly. Especially at this present time." He scolds you, his forest green orbs capturing your full-on attention. As you were about to reply, Damon comes in his room. "Father tells me we should personally greet the young lady, Stefan. She is ought to come soon." He says, greeting you with his charming smile as he walks in front of both of you. Stefan turns his head away from his brother and to you, his face painted with guilt. You were supposed to read together about a book you found at your grandfather's old library. "It is alright," You reassure him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "We always have tomorrow." He reciprocates your smile and touch, placing his hand on top of yours. "I promise then I will accompany you to judge a book." You laugh and stand up, "You better keep your promise, Stefan Salvatore!" You shout as you walk out the house.

You arrived your home with a cheery mood, your mother grinning knowing about the cause to your change today. "I am guessing, a certain boy who has the last name, Salvatore, made you shaken up like this?" She asks, following you to the living room. You plop down on to the lumpy cushion of your threadbare settee, it was passed down to your father after grandmother had passed just a year ago. "Maybee, but you'll have to be more specific." You tease her, giggling as she sits down beside you, and tickles the side of your tummy. "The youngest one then! Stephan? Stephen?" Your mother asks, suddenly serious as she pretends to be ignorant with her hand resting on her chin. "It is Stefan! The one who's hair is a little proper rather than Damon who has this unruly dark mess on his head!" You argue sarcastically, your mother rolls her eyes.

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You wake up from your well rest slumber considering the fact that you will be seeing Stefan once more. You hold your necklace and reminisce about the day you gave the other half to him. As the sun shines on your face, you wince. Standing up, you get dressed, and head out.

You pass by your nice neighbors, greeting them a good morning as you finally approach the Salvatore's home. You knock on their door, ready to bombard Stefan with tons of opinions on different things you both take interest of until a woman instead opened it. "Hello there, what would you need of at this early time in the morning?" she asks, staring you up and down. "Hello! Is Stefan already awake?" You try to peek through the door, but she shuts it as she steps outside on the porch mat. "Yes, he is. Though, I'll relay to him your message as I believe he is tired due to yesterday." Her reply makes your face turn into disappointment. "Surely, he can tell it himself. I mean, Stefan is usually like that, but he'll come around and have the strength again. What did he do-" Before you even finish what you have to say, the girl cuts you off. "Look, Stefan and his brother are still resting this morning. Whatever you have to say or do can really happen tomorrow," she walks close to your face as you stumble back from her sudden towering figure, "You won't bother me and the brothers for the whole day and you will forget what you had planned with them." Your eyes blink erratically after the stare down with her. You turn your back and walk down the porch, walking straightforward to the wrong direction of your home.

You don't remember how you ended up in the middle of the woods. Scared, you look around, desperately trying to find a resemblance of your town. "I need to get home; father would end me." You thought, as you wander in circles around a bush. A carriage pulled by horses stroll to your sight, "Young lady? Ms. _____!" A voice yelled, you run to the sound. "Thank heavens-Mr. Salvatore?" Stefan's father was sitting inside, "Oh dear, what has happened to you? Come in!" You felt relieved as the sun was about to set then. If Mr. Salvatore was not passing by this route, who knows what would have happened to you. "I do not remember anything at all." You answer, your body aching of tiredness. He listens to you as his calm expression changes to worry, "Let us take you home. Your parents would have to be looking for you everywhere at this rate."

You go down the carriage as you bid your thank you to Mr. Salvatore. Heading up to the door, you notice it was open. Slowly, you called out, "Mother? Father?" you walk inside when you take in the furniture of your home greatly messed up. "Mother?! Are you alright?" You shout, searching frantically at the kitchen, and living room. The plates in the sink were broken, smithereens on the floor. Dinner was stained on the table, chicken bones half bitten. You realized you had not checked upstairs as you see your father's boots by the staircase. You run to your parent's bedroom. As you open their door, you go into shock. Your eyes wide as your jaw dropped on the floor. "No! Mother, Father!" You rush to your mother's limp body on the floor as you notice a big bite mark bloodied on her neck. Your eyes fill with tears as you try to wake her up, "Please! Don't leave me!" You turn to their bed as you follow the trail of blood, "Oh God, please no." You gently lay your mother on the floor as you stand up to find your father stabbed with a kitchen knife on his lower abdomen and a bloodied bite mark again on his wrist and shoulder. "Father! What has happened?!" You shout, bawling your tears out at the horrendous catastrophe of your family. You hold your father's shoulders, shaking him. To no avai you run to their bedroom window, opening it to call for help. "Anyone, please help me!" Your throat burned from how loud you were screaming. Your eyes avert to a figure below, your blood turned cold. The figure walked in your home. You had to hide, running frantically to close-lock your door, a foot stopped you. "Stay away!" Breathing heavily, you remembered the knife. As you turned to grab it, a familiar face appeared in front of you. "Hello again, ___." It was the woman at the Salvatore's home. Your feet froze, surprised to see her. You stay in place, speechless, "Now I did this because well, you were a hindrance at my part." She explains, smiling menacingly at you. Your face stained with tears paints an angry expression, "How could you do this?! What did you do with them?" She crosses her arms, "How? Simply with this." Unexpectedly, her mouth opened to show you her teeth became sharp at front. Veins crawling at the bottom of her now all black eyes, "This is what I did." She grips your shoulders as she leans down to bite on your neck, you cry out in pain. You try to push her away but her strength was better than yours. You felt yourself getting drained slowly. Your legs giving out, she finally finished with blood drooling on the corner of her lip. "Don't worry, I'll give you some too." You don't register her words in your head properly as you watch her bite her wrist and bring it to your mouth, squeezing your cheeks with her other hand for you to taste it. You close your eyes from the pounding agony everywhere.

"Get well soon,____." You hear barely a whisper of a voice you now despise. With your legs giving out, your head hits the floor as your body lays down with no more power to hold yourself together.

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PRESENT TIME, LOCATION: THE MYSTIC GRILL.

"Elena, I never knew you played this bad at pool." Caroline teases the girl as she rolls her eyes on her dear friend's comment. "Well, you do it then." Elena answers as a young man hugs her from the back. "I think you got better than before." He says as Elena giggles at his words, "And I think you're just being nice to me, Stefan." He chuckles, leaning down to kiss her cheek before getting cut off. "Will you two cut it? It's a pain to watch you everyday." Damon says, feigning disgust on his face. The group of friends gathered around the pool table all laugh.

"What's the occasion?" A abrupt voice appears, all looking to direction of where it came from. Stefan is sure his not existing heartbeat stopped, his eyes blown wide. He couldn't believe what he is seeing right now, "_____?" Damon's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "That is not possible, nu uh." Elena and Caroline look at each other confused. You smirk, "Toooootally possible."

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FOOTNOTES: This was kind of rushed LOL I couldn't find any stefan fics that i really liked so i just wrote on, my bad if its horrible idek what i ws doing PLUS this around s1 or s2 like something in the midst of it so if it doesnt make sense with the timing well too bad, if u see this then tysm for reading !!!! not proofread btw :3

#tvd #stefan salvatore #the vampire diaries #stefan salavatore x reader #damon salvatore #tvd x reader #stefan salvatore x you #tvd angst #tvd fluff #tvd fanfiction #katherine pierce #stefan salvatore fic

[throwaway-yandere]

The Boar Prince/ss (Tighnari/Reader)

A/n: Tis I, your secret raccoon @riabef offering you a humble present for this day 🦝 🎁!!! It is probably wet cuz my trash animal brain tried to wash it by the creek but eh, hope ya like it!!! I can't say I celebrate Xmas, but happy holidays, belated happy birthday and best wishes for the new year!!! <333 - with love, ansytea

CW: none!!! Pls trust me– they're just sassy children being sassy children. Just wholesome fluff-crack vibes with added soulmate elements (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Unreliable Synopsis: Seven-year-old Tighnari meets his soulmate in the forest on the eve of Celestia's Day. Hilarity ensues.

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Tighnari was FREEZING!

He was just a kid! Why was HE the one tasked with picking up branches for the fireplace?! That's not fair at all! Just because he had maintained his ears and tail better than the rest of his family doesn't mean he's best suited for this job. Sure, it doesn't snow much in Sumeru, but he's not the most resilient fox compared to his relatives! Tighnari's too young for this. The place is positively humid and there is little to no room for his whining unless he would devolve into a fit of sneezes. 

With "Grrr"s turning into "Brrr"s, young Tighnari cloaks himself up with the same scarf by adding more layers to protect his neck. When he went out, Tighnari's hair was wild and unruly, constantly falling in his face as an act of immature defiance. He didn't care how much his mom preached about appearances as the kid fennec stomped to the rainforest. 

The rainforest was positively duller than it was in any other season, and he can't even perceive colors. All greys and darker shades. Then again, he's just a kid so that's only natural. He's not as lucky as his mom and dad who found each other back when they were five. And yet, woe is Tighnari for being seven years old and unable to tell plantains and bananas apart. 

Grey… grey… grey… everything was dreadfully grey. Why can’t it snow here now like it did in Liyue? That’s not fair. He wanted to see something lighter and more cheerful than this cold sight.

Tighnari trudged through the place with his tiny legs, hoping to pick up what he needed and head home fast. He whined and his shoulders sagged. In the common egocentric view of children his age, he complained loudly as he picked up a branch as if he was Atlas and it was the Earth. Tighnari rebelliously waved the stick at the sky for a bit when he did pick it up.

Now would be a good time for him to gain a vision, Celestia! It’s Celestia’s Day Eve! Do you hear his thoughts?! A pyro vision would be great, thank you very much!!! 

When Tighnari noticed four mushroom boars cuddling up to one another, he came to a complete halt. The cold must be hard on them too, huh? They stand out against the less vivid background because of their lighter fur. Tighnari might be able to bring some home. 

He instinctively reached for his bow but stopped midway.

Hold on– Dad didn't send him out here to hunt! He's supposed to bring back lumber like a grown-up!

Tighnari pouted. 

Ngh… but hunting's much more fun, though!– 

Hold on.

His eyes widened. His ears jolted upwards as Tighnari revolved his feet on an axis. He turned his heels around in an alert stance. There was no danger around him– there were no ruin guards, no eremites, no fungi– but his surroundings drastically changed. Tighnari kept shooting glances at the new world– the real world around him.

… What is that...?

“What color is that?!”

His hold on the branch tightened, squinting at the small leaf that grew on its side.

Green… green! This has to be green!

He grabbed his tail. Green– dark green? This is green! Are all of these leaves green? 

Tighnari grinned widely. 

His young and simple mind had decided that he liked the color green.

… Green… Yellow-green…

Those were the first colors he saw, but they didn’t come from the trees and the sprouted leaves surrounding him. What do other colors look like? As he was about to hastily scout the area for Sumeru roses, a dire thought occurred to him.

... Why did he start to see colors?

His heart dropped as he looked at the herd again.

… Green… Yellow-green boars…

Oh… oh no… to think he was just planning to kill them earlier...

Is his soulmate… a BOAR?!

His knees buckled down to the ground, the dewed tall grass scraping it slightly. No, it can't be. Tighnari laughed humorlessly. His parents take great pleasure in their son's innate intelligence and curiosity. It's only natural that he likes reading books– he leafed through some encyclopedias so there’s no way for Tighnari to miss that boars…

… have a life expectancy of 10 to 14 years.

"Ngh...!" Tighnari nearly teared up.

How… how can he fall in love with a boar, especially when they'll die before him? H-how can he kiss a boar? Is that even okay? Won’t his friends make fun of him?! Then again, if it's love, then there shouldn't be anything wrong with it, right?

But the rainforest… it’s greatly affected by the withering…By the time Tighnari graduates, he may not even see his soulmate frolicking in the grass anymore...

… That’s it.

The child clenched his fists. Tighnari’s knuckles grew pale– he had never felt this much resolve in his childhood years. It doesn't matter how long his soulmate lives, as long as he can help extend what little time they have, he'll make the most of it. Tighnari wasn’t going to let them die young, nu-uh! Especially not after he saw how beautiful the world is in full color.

He made up his mind. Starting today, he’s going to be a forest ranger to save his soulmate’s natural habitat!

"I-I…!" Tighnari puffed his cheeks out. The child didn’t care if he looked stupid, especially when his only audience was the silence of the rainforest. "I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE UGLY! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A BOAR!"

He shut his eyes tight, mustering the courage to accept his (hilarious) fate. If he had them open, Tighnari would’ve noticed two (h/c) protruding fox ears at the center of the bewildered herd.

"I’M GONNA LOVE YOU!!! I'M GONNA BE FOREST RANGER AND I'M GONNA PROTECT YOUR HOME!!! PLEASE STAY STRONG AND DON'T DIE YET!!!"

“W-Why are you screaming?!”

An unexpected voice called out. Tighnari froze, opening his eyes. 

A fox, you, suddenly appeared in the sea of yellow-green fur. Your face was coated in dirt, and your wool jacket was littered with hair that wasn't yours. You were a bit smaller in stature, probably younger than him, and you pulled your ears down to feign meekness and pain from Tighnari’s previous wailing. But most notable of all, you donned a nervous yet mischievous smile– a smile Tighnari will increasingly grow accustomed to for the entire duration of his life, and it gets better each time he sees it.

Your (e/c) eyes blinked, groggily realizing something was amiss. 

“O-Oh, woaaahh, COLORS!!!” You gawked in awe, mimicking the same movements Tighnari did when he gained the ability to see in full colors. “Hey, are you my soulmate?!– Achoo!!!”

Wait, is his soulmate one of the boars or…?

He shyly combed his hair down, now hyper-aware of how embarrassingly messy it was. Tighnari should've listened to his mom earlier. He didn't know he was meeting his soulmate today!

“I… I’m not sure…” Tighnari blinked, visibly perplexed. He glanced at the boars, troubled. A person was cuddling between those stinky animals? How could a fox's nose even handle that? He could barely keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

“Whack!” You blew a raspberry, your small fennec ears drawing back down. “W-Who else would it be other than ME? The boars???”

He grumbled. 'Well, excuse me, prince/ss', that was exactly what Tighnari thought earlier since you were hiding under their fur like an egg waiting to hatch.

“Never mind that! How about you? What are you doing here alone? Where are your parents– and why are you snuggling with them?!”

“C-Cuz it’s cold, alright?!” You sneezed again. Your voice echoed, cute and high-pitched. “M-My parents are adventurers and I wanted to follow them cuz they’re leaving me alone on Celestia Day b-but–”

You sneezed for the umpteenth time.

“B-But I don’t know where they went... I just wanted for us to drink hot cocoa b-but..." You sniffled. 

"S-so I’m hanging out with my REAL family now! They’re nicer and they gave me mushrooms. HMPH!!!”

You proudly put your hands on your hips as your fluffy ears pricked up. You mimicked a "dignified" posture you observed in exaggerated storybooks, pointing your chin upward.

Tighnari clicked his tongue. “Whatever, Boar Prince/ss. Get out of there before they ram their noses to your butt!!”

His weak threat only made his fellow fennec grouchier. “H-Hey! My name is (Y/n) and I’m five years old, th-thank you very much!”

(Y/n)... That’s a really pretty name… He wouldn’t mind saying it often.

“Whatever, I’m still gonna call you Boar Prince/ss. My name’s Tighnari. I’m seven so I’m two years older than you.”

“T-Tighnari, Tighnari. Heh. S-Sounds cool. What’s your last n-name?”

“Huh?”

“O-Obviously I don’t wanna keep my papa’s last name after they abandoned me, so I’M taking your last name, soulmate.”

“Gah– D-Don’t say things like that, you big lummox!!!” Tighnari huffed, his angry breath visible in the cold air. “And they probably didn’t abandon you, you’re just stubborn and you didn't listen to them like a bad kid.”

You purposefully ignored his last remark. “Why not? Aren’t we going to get married someday?”

Tighnari paused, his face heating up. Technically, you're right, but he didn’t want to admit that. 

He reached his hand out to help you get out of the boars’ place. “S-Shut up! Before you freeze, why don’t you come over to my house? My parents can make some pretty good hot cocoa.”

Your eyes beamed at the suggestion. “Drinking hot cocoa? Hmm... But I wanna do that with my cousins though.”

Tighnari's eye twitched. So much for "soulmates".

“HMPH! If you don’t wanna drink cocoa at my place then be one with the forest!”

“W-Wait up!”

Tighnari walked faster, a few paces ahead of them. You profusely apologized to your "new family" as you swerved out of the herd. Unfortunately for him, despite nearly shivering to death, you're a faster runner than Tighnari. Your hand seized his tail, and he felt his face and ears warm up. You could have yanked him playfully, but you chose to look at him and catch a glimpse of yourself in his eyes.

You decided at that moment that you like the color green, too.

“Hehe, your tail’s prettier than mine.”

He felt his heart race again. 

“W-Wa…” Warm...

“Wah?”

Tighnari trembled in jittery frustration.

“W-Watch your step, our place is near s-so it shouldn't be long until we see mom and dad. And grab my hand instead, won't you!” Tighnari huffed. His place WAS near, but that doesn't mean he won't complain about being ordered to pick up wood earlier.

You did what was instructed, and Tighnari suddenly recalled that you referred to him as your soulmate numerous times. He looked down and noticed how much your hands fit perfectly with his.

A perfect fit... A perfect match...

"Hey, soulmate?"

He answered reluctantly. "...Yeah?"

"I like how warm your hands are too..."

"Ngh!"

Tighnari's hand is sweating and his heart can't take it. It's physically impossible for him to fire a sassy retort to that. He closed his eyes again, overwhelmed.

Slightly, he wished that he couldn't see colors so that he wouldn't notice how cute his soulmate is with that "pink" blush dusting their face.

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“Oomph– y-you surprised me, love.”

Neither of you can believe it’s been 14 years since you both found each other– and this would be your 12th year spending Celestia's Day together.

Tighnari, now visibly older but just as energetic as he was before, captured your waist from the back. He put his head on your neck, humming contentedly as he basked in your presence. 

"Sorry, I just missed you…"

You smiled and ruffled his hair slightly. "I missed you, too…"

That's right, 12th year. You're finally home after a two-year-long expedition in the Chasm with Miss Yelan. Suppose being a bit adventurous does run in your blood. However, you weren't too late to not witness the nation of Sumeru change because of the traveler's influence. Since your return, Tighnari frequented your house more often– leaving the rangers with more work. Not that they mind, they’d rather pitch in than see their forest watcher mopey and depressed. Besides, you might've missed the Sabzerus festival, but you won't leave your fiance at his lonesome again for Celestia's Day. 

It’s impossible for him to keep under wraps just how much he adores you. Tighnari sighed dreamily, his expression softened as he looked at you. His fingertips shyly brushed against yours until he intertwined your hands. Although you were slightly tense, you relaxed into the hug and squeezed him back.

He whispered in your ear, his soothing tone complimenting the crackling of the fireplace. "I'm not letting you go… Ever…"

"I know."

"You know what? I'm locking the doors."

"Then what's the point of inviting the others to spend Celestia's Day if you did that, hmm? Do you want poor Collei to be alone on the holidays?"

His nose scrunched. The kid was sleeping soundly upstairs after she got tired of waiting for the traveler and Cyno. Tighnari's never going to abandon her, she can't be alone when she got the best parental figures with her. Better than those boars, at least.

"Collei can stay in, she’s like your daughter at this point. The others can perish."

"OUR daughter. Plus, last time I checked, it was your idea to invite them."

His hug tightened, "I made a grave mistake. I don't want to hear Cyno's jokes under the pine tree." 

By no means a novice to his snark, you chuckled softly. As time flew by, your old playful happy-go-lucky nature refined to be more serious, but never dull. You've both matured into fine adults. However, you're behaving rather timidly compared to your usual banter, which only pushed him to act skittish.

Tighnari pouted intentionally cute. “Honey... you know there’s no one else in the world more gorgeous than you, right?”

You tell each other everything, and this is often his best conversation starter for it. “What is it this time, love?”

“Hypothetically speaking, what if I told you I accidentally gave the others the wrong map?”

“...The wrong what?”

“The wrong map to your house.” His voice was muffled this time as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. You’re used to the sensation of him hiding his meek expressions behind you. “What if I told you I mailed them Collei’s drawing?”

You put your hand on your chin profoundly, your ears drooping down. You're something of a schemer yourself, so it's in your nature to doubt his claim. “Ah yes, because I’ll definitely believe you did that accidentally after you just said you don’t want them to come over.”

“Yes– cause this time I’m not lying.”

“Sure, you rotten fox…” You grumbled. “I can’t believe you’re exposing to everyone that I’m the Boar Prince/ss. It was supposed to be a secret!”

Tighnari laughed, his joy so contagious that your pretend dismay collapsed in an instant. The both of you stood by the fireplace for a while, your ears listening to the sound of your soulmate’s breathing.

It's the warm and comfortable moments of silence like this that can wash two years of loneliness away.

Life has kept you both so busy that the beginnings of your somewhat haphazard love story have been buried behind numerous tasks and research papers. Nevertheless, regardless of the conflicts you two had experienced, it all comes down to one tale. It is a wonderful serendipity that both perspectives coalesced into a single, cohesive narrative of a child who believed a boar was his soulmate and another who was unexpectedly adopted by the herd while looking for their parents.

Tighnari traced the engagement ring in your hand. His eyes were intensely green yet soft whenever he gazes at you. 

Green’s such a beautiful color, especially when it paints his features. You'll never grow tired of observing his face.

“(Y/n)... I'm so glad that you're alive, unlike a boar's lifespa–”

As if to ruin a magical moment in a Fontaine rom-com film, the door busted open, revealing a particularly unamused scribe with a mercenary, a dancer, a general, a gliding champion, and a traveler trailing behind him like lost puppies. You flinched at the sound while Tighnari put a distance between you and the “intruders”. He only relaxed when he saw Cyno lazily raise his hand.

“Motherfu– See? I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you, Dehya.”

“Relax, Haitham, what matters is we’re here now.”

“We would’ve gotten here earlier if SOMEONE didn’t trust a crayon map.”

“I’m sure Tighnari didn’t mean to send us that one.”

“Stop defending him, Cyno, you’re not his damn lawyer.”

While carrying a sizable sweet madame, Lumine shrugged at the very back and looked directly at you and Tighnari. Paimon drifted next to her while sluggishly drooling.

"Happy Celestia day!"

Despite being worn out, the traveler tried her best to ignore the miserable arguments being had by everyone with a large smile.

You snorted behind your hand as Alhaitham brushed off the snow in his cloak by the carpet. You found it funny that none of them, except the scribe, ventured to doubt the quite literally sketchy map. It's impressive that they managed to read Collei's handwriting.

Deciding not to point that out, you helped them get inside. Dehya stood behind him with a sheepishly amiable smile with Nilou directly next in the queue. Nilou giggled as Alhaitham muttered a string of curses under his breath about how he’s too feeble of a scholar for this amount of legwork. Meanwhile, the person who you assumed was "Amber", looked around for any signs of her Sumeruan friend.

Your satisfied smile never left your face as you watched your friends chat heartily. Celestia's Day with friends and family... it's just like what you asked for 14 years ago.

"I'll go and wake Collei up," Tighnari muttered before he pecked your cheek. You nodded along. It was your idea to surprise Collei with Amber after all.

"Bring out the mugs and hot cocoa too."

"On it."

Alhaitham noticed the fox was about to leave and scoffed, his face souring in an expression similar to his housemate's. Oh, he's pissed.

“You…" He pointed an accusatory finger at you. "Why did you send us to the middle of the rainforest? And why on earth is it jam-packed with boars? Is this some high-level joke I can’t comprehend?”

“That’s what I would also like to know too, actually,” Nilou mused, but by the teasing lilt of her voice, it seemed as if she already guessed the answer. “Why did you mark the boars’ habitat as (Y/n)’s home?”

You and Tighnari looked at each other in unison. Your shoulders shook as you both silently held back your laughter.

“Yeah, well, about that…”

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Ansytea: happy holidays, riabef!!! hope you liked this <33!!!

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[smartycvnt]

Title: Star City Crossed

Pairing: Nyssa al Ghul x Reader

Prompt: N/A

Word Count: 1537

Nyssa felt terribly uncomfortable inside of the police station. Laurel, however, was insistent that they come here after dinner. Nyssa had kept her head out of trouble while helping Laurel, so there was no real reason for Nyssa to tell Laurel no. However, that didn't mean Nyssa was suspicious of Laurel's excitement.

"Laurel, I feel like they're staring," Nyssa whispered through grit teeth. Laurel just shrugged their looks off. She knew better than most that cops were gossips. They were probably trying to figure out whether or not Nyssa and Laurel were a thing.

"Don't worry about them," Laurel reassured Nyssa. She opted for keeping a little distance between them as she approached Ash's desk. The last thing that Laurel wanted was for Ash to think that Nyssa was Laurel's girlfriend. If Laurel's plan was going to work, Ash had to know for sure that Nyssa was also very single. "Detective Lovett, do you have a moment?"

"For the captain's daughter? I have a few," Ash said with a smile. Nyssa seemed to stiffen a little behind Laurel, which Laurel took as a bad sign. If Nyssa thought Ash liked Laurel, she'd never make a move.

"Do you have more time if I tell you that there's a sandwich from Creek's in it for you?" Laurel asked. Ash seemed to really perk up at that. She hadn't eaten all day, and even just the thought of food made Ash's mouth water. "Attagirl. This is Nyssa. She needs your help with something, and my father can't know about any of it."

"It's one of those things, got it." Ash tapped the side of her head as she put her city issued gun in her desk drawer. "Let's head upstairs. I could use a breather."

"Good idea," Laurel said. Nyssa followed the two women up to the roof of the police station. It was a place that Nyssa had been before, not that she'd admit it with the police officer standing right there.

"Alright, what do you need from me?" Ash asked. She was one of the few people who had never waivered in her support of the Arrow. It had been the cause of a lot of arguments between Ash and Quentin, but Laurel thought that it was noble for Ash to stick to her guns. There were rumors about Ash having done some vigilante work before joining the force, but if those reports ever existed, they had been sealed shut.

Laurel looked over towards Nyssa, and it was then that Nyssa realized that Laurel expected her to do the talking. "I believe that there is a great threat lurking in your city. A few old associates of mine are out for revenge."

"There's nothing I can really do about that, not now at least. I don't know what you want from me," Ash said.

"Come on, I've heard the rumors. Ash, please," Laurel begged. Ash clenched her jaw as she tried to think of an excuse that wouldn't give her past away. The misspent years of her youth running around the Glades had been constantly following her around. Everybody whispered about the things that she had done. The speculation about why Captain Lance had helped her out and continued to do so.

"I am already on probation Laurel. I can't even begin to think about doing what you've asked of me," Ash sighed. "I'm sorry, but I can't give up everything."

"I won't ask you to do that then, but please for the love of god, spend some time with Nyssa. Let her show you how to protect yourself. These people, they've got body counts bigger than anyone else." Laurel grabbed onto Ash's hands. It wasn't fair, but Laurel rarely ever played it fair with Ash. They were more like sisters than either woman was willing to admit, and Ash had promised Quentin that she'd be there for Laurel if he couldn't.

"Alright, and I'll find other ways to help you. I promise," Ash said.

Laurel seemed content with that. She let Ash get back to work. Star City was a restless city, which meant a lot of late night calls. Ash was lucky enough not to be on patrols anymore, so she only had to answer specialized calls. Generally, she had worked homicide, but Quentin had moved her around to the vigilante task force once that was off the ground. As the police department's relationship with the vigilantes changed, Ash's job description had as well.

She had several quiet nights in a row, which opened up her days to meeting Laurel's friend at a gym downtown. Nyssa's training exceeded Ash's weekend MMA league by far. Ash was a quick study, especially whenever Laurel joined them. Ash knew that Laurel was out helping the city as Black Canary, and it made Ash feel a bit better about allowing that to happen knowing that Laurel could really protect herself.

"There was a body found the other night," Ash said casually as she helped Nyssa put the mats up one night. Nyssa's warning had stuck with Ash for the weeks after that night on the rooftop. The supposed big bad hadn't reared their heads, but there were subtle signs. Bodies that were dropping in ways that didn't add up to anything someone already in the city could do.

"That isn't uncommon for this city," Nyssa pointed out.

"True enough, but a clean decapitation is. Your old associates, did they do things like this?" Ash asked. Nyssa didn't like talking about her old life. Star City was supposed to be her second chance. She had lost a lot, but loss was something that Star City knew better than any other place in the world. Sometimes it felt like nobody got a happy ending.

"One them, yes. Who was killed?" Nyssa asked. Ash could hear the little spike in her voice. Whoever these people were, they made Nyssa nervous. Ash didn't like the idea of someone who could make a former assassin nervous.

"This gang leader. It's not exactly a huge loss, but this is the fourth person I knew who has been targeted. It's just a little bit of an odd coincidence, that's all," Ash said. Nyssa's eyes narrowed and she dropped the matt down a little harder than she meant to. "What?"

"You knew the other murder victims?"

"Of course, they were all from my old neighborhood. One way or another, back when I was hellbent on screwing up my future, I wanted to take them down. This last one got me arrested," Ash laughed.

"Come on, I'm taking you home tonight," Nyssa said quickly. Ash wasn't a fan of being rushed out, but she welcomed the extra bit of time with Nyssa. Ash wouldn't admit it, especially not to Laurel, but she was starting to develop feelings for Nyssa. The woman was awkward in an endearing way. Ash wanted to spend as much time with Nyssa as she could teaching her the ways of normal life.

Ash stayed silent on the walk to her apartment. Nyssa kept her head on a swivel. Nothing seemed to be up, not until they entered Ash's apartment building. They had barely gotten a few feet into the building when the first arrow whizzed through the air and nearly cut through Ash's neck.

"Fuck!" Ash shouted as she ducked down. Nyssa's eyes followed the trajectory back and she rushed outside. Ash watched several bodies drop down. Nyssa was good, but the numbers were against her. Ash knew that it was stupid, so she didn't just rush out there. She watched Nyssa from afar.

Not a single one of Nyssa's adversaries turned their attention towards Ash. They had all seen Ash drop after the arrow had been fired. Nyssa ran out in such a rush that they took it for anger. Ash crawled over towards the still open door and lined up to take her shots. Marksmanship had always been one of Ash's strong suits, so she had no issues firing.

Nyssa's head whipped over to where Ash was laying on the ground after the first body dropped. The remaining two tried to scatter, but Ash managed to incapacitate them. Nyssa ran over to Ash, who began to push herself up off of the ground.

"How did you know that you wouldn't shoot me?" Nyssa asked. Ash brushed the dirt off of her jacket as she shrugged.

"I don't miss." Ash smirked. Nyssa punched Ash's shoulder, but all Ash cared about was the relieved look on Nyssa's face. "Are you okay?"

"You're the one who was just almost killed. Shouldn't I be asking you that question?"

"It's not the first time I've been shot at," Ash said. Nyssa could tell that she was being overly casual to lighten the mood. Nyssa hesitantly reached towards Ash, who sort of leaned into the touch. Nyssa wasn't great with comforting people, but she knew that tonight Ash needed her.

"Come on, it should be safe now." Nyssa led Ash inside without letting her look back on the mess on the street. They had the morning to worry about that, and if things didn't go their way, Nyssa knew she could get Ash out of the city quietly.

Tag List: @thepalaceofmelanie

#dc x reader #my writing #one shot #dc comics x reader #arrowverse x reader #arrow x reader #dc #dc comics #arrowverse #arrow #nyssa al ghul x reader #nyssa al ghul

[clickerflight]

Kane and Jim - The Final Apology

This is a fanbit that I haven't been able to kick out of my head for months now, so I suppose it must be written. Takes place in @whumpsday 's series about Kane and Jim, a fair amount of years after Jim got Kane from the hunters. It's a little flowery, but everyone deserves to have a bit of flowery writing now and again. (despite the title sounding so final, no one dies XD)

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Time is a great healer. It was a cliche almost as annoying as a little sister trying to ‘borrow’ your newly unwrapped presents at Christmas, but it was fairly true. There would always be scars, but the wounds would heal. It was slow enough that you probably wouldn’t even notice, until one day you realized they didn’t really hurt anymore only because you could remember how debilitating the pain had once been. 

The evening was warm, and after taking a nap that afternoon to get away from the summer heat, Jim wasn’t ready for bed yet. Instead, he took a stroll out in the garden and then sat down at the patio table, listening to the sounds of the soft wind in the trees and the frogs out in the creek. 

He could hear Kane moving around in the house before coming out, his eyes glinting slightly in the dark as he set a drink down by Jim on the table. 

“Thanks,” Jim murmured as Kane sat down in the other chair. 

“No problem,” Kane replied, leaning back and looking up at the stars. 

Time was a great healer. Jim was no longer so paranoid going outside at night (probably helped by Kane not being out to get him and even protecting him on occasion), the silver door had been removed from Kane’s basement room, and the two were often found outside in the evenings. Jim couldn’t remember the last time he or Kane had accidentally given each other a panic attack. Those days of fear and uncertainty felt like so long ago. 

He was not subservient to Kane, but Kane was no longer timid either, nor did he see Jim as some merciful deity. They were equals. They were equals and just that fact by itself was more satisfying than Jim could have ever imagined. 

As this was an evening for reflecting, it seemed, Kane was thinking along similar lines. He thought back to all of the fear that he’d put Jim through, and all of the torture he himself had been forced to undergo. It had always haunted and plagued him, invading his thoughts as if people were whispering to him every day, telling him that he deserved it or that he would never be worthy. Voices he remembered from captivity.

However, time was a great healer. But it wasn’t the only healer. He was ready. It had taken him years, more than a decade to get to this point, but he was willing to take that last step. Forgiveness had already taken place between the two of them, but forgiving yourself was harder. And the most difficult part was letting it all go. 

“Jim.”

“Yeah?”

Kane turned, able to see his friend clearly in the darkness. “I am truly sorry.”

There was a moment of confusion, and then Jim opened his mouth to brush the apology off as he had done hundreds of times before, but he quickly stopped himself. He could sense the power in the phrase, more meaning behind it than he had even heard on the first day he’d had Kane. Instead of the assurances he offered so many times when that phrase came up, he replied, “I know. Thank you.”

Kane took a deep breath and let it out slowly, along with all the tension in his mind and body, forcing himself to fully and truly let everything go. He wasn’t ever going to fall to old habits, he wasn’t going to harm another person for his own gain, he wasn’t ever going back, so there was no need to keep it all fresh in his mind, as though he needed a reminder to keep from going backwards. He didn’t need it anymore, so he let it go. 

Jim picked up his drink, almost a bit dazed. It was the final apology. It was the true apology. A much younger Jim had daydreamed about killing Kane and making him understand what he had done had been so viscerally awful, that he needed to give his soul to make it up to Jim. He’d wanted to wring that apology from a cold, nearly dead throat, but he’d always known he would never get the apology that way. After seeing Kane after picking him up from the hunters, he had assumed he would never receive that dream apology, but here it was years later given to him with the sounds of frogs and wind. 

Time is the great healer, but it is up to each person to finally let the memory of the injury go and not only be healed, but to be free.

#writing #whump #kane and jim #fan work #apology #is it flowery? #yes #is it cliche? #I don't think so

[bonefall]

how does the fire scene play out in your redux?

Had a whole thing written out and Tumblr crashed and deleted my post again :/ take 2

The Fire Scene's one of those things that, because of a bunch of my reduxes, can't exist the way that it does in canon.

Adopted kits are valued just as much as regular kits ergo she can't have a reverse psychology "Ok fine kill them it won't hurt me" moment. The Queen's Rights also means that she did not have a social obligation to reveal the father of her kits (though many cats in the clan will think it was a dick move she didn't tell Bramble)

But I do need to preserve Ashfur's motivation that he's scorned by her rejecting him. It's important that he wants to possess and hurt her because he is an incel... though, I do want to weave in something about the "Kin of your Kin" prophecy reaching him and adding an element that they should be dead because their power could threaten ThunderClan (which is from my Villain Thornclaw AU, and imo a much better motivation behind the Fire Scene in general. Especially since it connects thematically to The Broken Code.)

Fragments, rough outline:

-I'm going to change the logistics a bit; Squirrelflight is trying to push a tree down for the Three to climb up. Ashfur interrupts this action

-"My quarrel is with you!" They brawl here, Ash wants to force her to watch her kids die

-I'm thinking she lets loose the secret to disarm him for a moment, "ok. kill them. they aren't my kits so i dont care" "Wait-- what? Wait! No you're lying you turned around go go back into th-" SQUILF KICKKK

-Maybe she even kicked him so hard she launched him into the tree, knocking it over. Girlboss. let my cats do anime battles

-This is when the three start coming up the tree, but Ash obviously is trying to stop that. Lionblaze gets to run up and slap his bald head

-Lion can have a moment here, if it's fitting, that he isn't capable of killing Ash and feels ashamed of his monstrous powers. He was his mentor-- in this rewrite, a mentor is emotionally like another parent. He's overwhelmed by hurt, betrayal, and thinks back to all the things Ashfur did that hurt him

-In general I really need to hammer out what their mentor/apprentice dynamic was like, and how it affected Lionblaze's personality. Thinking about it now, it's super important for this scene

-hmm... maybe I can tie the prophecy-motivation back in here, and have THIS be the moment where they logically work out Leafpool is their parent. "They aren't Squilf's kits, BUT Lionblaze obviously has star powers, so they must be Kin of Firestar's Kin through someone else! Ergo the only logical choice is LEAFPOOL"

-but like... y'know, less smartly worded.

-Anyway Ashfur runs. This is also the last story beat in Hollyleaf's Po3 arc; the last betrayal she can take before she begins her villain descent.

Post-Fire Consequences:

-Ashfur... he can't just walk off scot free, in any case, Firestar or Bramblestar (depending on if Firestar is dead yet) wouldn't let an attempted murderer stay in the Clan

-Maybe Hollyleaf kills him purely out of revenge? For how he hurt his mom, his brother, how he threatened his family. she deserves a lil revenge tbhhh

-Maybe Firestar died somewhere else during the fire and killing Ashfur right now could look like part of the same murder. Especially since Fire could have "black fur" in his claws too because Breezepelt does it. (tfw you and your evil half-bro are drowning two guys in the same creek and there's an awkward silence /j)

-When Brambleclaw/star finds out, he's upset that Squilf lied to him. That's understandable. If he's -Star by this point, he demotes her as deputy immediately because he can no longer trust her and she helped conceal a crime.

-ThunderClan is NOT completely in favor of this. Opinions are super mixed; some agree that a leader has to be able to trust their deputy. Others say Squilf was upholding the warrior code by protecting the kits. Others think it's fair for Bramble to be mad, but that Squilf was the best choice for a deputy and his personal anger is clouding his decision (a sign of a bad leader)

-Overall though, Bramble's reputation takes the larger hit here. The Thistle Law-leaning supporters who don't respect the Queen's Rights didn't like Squirrelflight politically to begin with.

-Also this is the beginning of the end of Bramblesquirrel in my rewrite. She never gets back with him romantically after how he acts in Bonefall OotS, though she does, briefly, consider it in Squirrelflight's Horror. (I think the title of that redux says everything about how 'Great' of an idea that is.)

So In Conclusion

This is the second-to-last major conflict of Bonefall Po3 before we end the arc and go to Bonefall OotS, and the widely accepted end of the Power Era as Inter-Clan political relationships sour, with no proper Fire Alone leadership to smooth tensions.

I would like to have one final Clan battle after the Fire Scene to set that up, after which Hollyleaf vanishes into the tunnels. If I was renaming the books of each arc (which I haven't yet just because none of my outlines are truly detailed enough yet to really outline 6 individual books), Sunrise would become Cruel Season.

In Cruel Season, we also get the birth of Jayfeather's kits, adopted by Lionblaze in a parallel to Leafpool.

Feel free to leave suggestions and feedback on parts that are good, and what's not working about this. It's still WIP territory.

#Bonefall Rewrite #Bonefall Po3 #Bonefall Fire Scene #Hollyleaf #Lionblaze #Ashfur #Squirrelflight #Bramblestar

[zenaidamacrouras1]

Also, that being said, if you ever feel the urge to add snippets to the Backhoe universe please do 🫡🫡🫡🫡💖

I do have the urge to write some Backhoe snippets but I also need to manifest free time when I am not so deeply brain dead tired I fall asleep immediately which has been difficult as of late.

But I was just thinking today that I kinda want to write them on 4th July a year later after the first community fireworks show they attended together?

They're officially engaged now and last year everyone had kinda thought Steve was Becca's boyfriend but he's actually Bucky's fiance so how do they navigate that when half the town comes up to them and is like, "oh it's the guy from Brooklyn!" And then tell Bucky wedding bells are going to be in the air soon, is he ready for that?

And they look significantly at Becca and it's supposed to be a sorta low key sexist joke about how Becca is getting married to some guy from Brooklyn and Bucky's expected to be protective of his sister's virtue. And honestly it makes sense on paper that they'd assume that.

Becca is the one who lives in Boston for college and is more likely to have met some kind of skinny artist city boy to bring home, but anyone with eyes willing to really look could tell from a mile away while riding a bucking bronco that Bucky is the one who is running headlong and desperate to marry the guy from Brooklyn.

So Becca says, "he's ready, but I ain't so sure" and they laugh real hard because they think she's just made a joke like Bucky wants to marry her off to the first guy whose come calling so he has one less sister to take care of and the sassy way she rolls her eyes at Bucky makes everyone say something like, "you got your work cut out for you with all these sisters, Barnes!"

And Bucky says, "Lawwww don't I know it, cain't imagine it otherwise. Busy hands, full heart, as mom always said," which is what his mother always used to say when someone said something like that to her. And the random person walks off.

This interaction repeats itself in various iterations a dozen or more times over the evening. But every now and then someone wanders over to say hi to the Barnes conglomeration picnic blanket and immediately clocks Steve and Bucky for a young couple that's so in love they're about to burst.

Like Mrs. Wilson's pastor, who pulls Bucky up out of his chair and into a bear hug, whispering something into Bucky's ear that no one else can hear.

He let's Bucky go with a broad grin and a hearty slap on the back and a wink for Steve. "You got your work cut out for you with this one, Steven," Mrs. Wilson's pastor booms in his low voice with a wink. Bucky's eyes are glossy with a few tears from whatever the pastor whispered to him and Steve is overwhelmed with how beautiful his fiance (FIANCE!!) looks.

"Busy hands, full heart," Steve says, and Bucky's eyes get even shinier, and Steve really wants to kiss Bucky, but they are surrounded by Bucky's entire county so he doesn't.

It's the first year Poppy doesn't fall asleep at the fireworks show. Bucky almost cries realizing she's growing up, and he doesn't have to carry her to the van. But on the other hand she's 4 inches taller and a fair bit more than 4 pounds heavier than last year so he's kind of relieved he's not lugging her the half a mile back to the van. So it's complicated.

After they get home and get all the girls upstairs for bed, Bucky asks Steve if he wants to go on a walk.

They don't make it too far before Steve grabs Bucky and presses him hard against a tree, all strong hands and desperate lips. It's all a dream until they try and get too creative and fall in the creek.

Some time later they stumble back to the house laughing and giddy and exchanging lazy debauched kisses with wet hair and their shirts off and pants barely done back up (because the creek caused a pause but was not sufficient to cool them off).

Bucky stops up short and freezes because Hannah and Becca are sitting on the front porch, drinking ice tea and chatting in the dark out on the porch swing.

"It's after midnight, y'all should be in bed," Bucky says automatically.

Becca let's out a peal of laughter. "You are not in a position to lecture others about who should be in a bed for their evening's planned activities."

#Backhoe #I wrote a snippet! #stucky au #steve rogers x bucky barnes #becca barnes #So many sisters #I'm on vacation #Laying in bed #But now my thumbs hurt from typing

[feliniakattus]

Allegiances drop (finally)

im happy to answer any questions about anything!!

Bound by the alliance, five groups of different species come together for mutual protection and the benefits of living together. The other kattii are unwilling to join, and free of the rules imposed by the Leagues, although they miss out on food and companionship on their journeys.

The Grasslands

Savannah Coalition

Emperor: Crane Song-Glide, a slender, long-furred mostly white molly with thin horns and grey patches

Consuls: 

Dark Song, a black and white tom with unusually long horns and green eyes

Mangosteen, (acting consul: Thunder)

Senators: 

Jackal Creek, a ginger tabby jack with yellow eyes and brown horns

Baobab Root-Soar-Claw, a thick-furred warm grey tabby tom with thick horns

Medlar Root-Soar-Claw, a grey and gold tortoiseshell jack with green eyes and curled horns

Mowana Creek, a pinkish grey mackerel tabby molly with blue eyes and short horns

Thunder Root, an unusually muscular grey tabby tom with amber eyes and thick horns. 

Clover Bud-Creek, a pretty fair brown speckled tabby tom with dark blue eyes and black hooves

Cleric, Marrah Glide, an albino molly with pink eyes

Apothecary: Fern Antler-Claw, a pale ginger mackerel tabby molly with light orange hooves

Legionaries:

Salvinia Bud-Bones, speckled ginger jack with a significant scar on their belly 

Sumac Claw-Bud reddish brown mackerel tabby molly with long legs and green eyes

Syringa Bud-Fang, a brown tabby tom with a jagged white marking on his belly

Senna Bones, speckled cream tom with one missing leg and yellow eyes

Acacia Bud-Fang, swift mottled brown jack with short, sleek fur and streamlined horns

Vera Fang, a beautiful light brown tabby tom with patches of darker fur and black hooves

Lantana Glide, dawn-coloured molly with lighter chest and paws and pinkish eyes

Nutmeg Claw-Bud, a slim brown mackerel tabby molly with green eyes and long legs. 

Cinnamon Claw, a tall, slim ginger mackerel tabby molly with green eyes and a long tail. 

Pagoda Stem-Bud, spotted cream molly, partially paralysed with a broken horn.

Cassia Antler, a black and white jack with a large scar on their back and broken horns

Tirones:

Oak Song, a dark gold spotted molly cub with amber eyes, tutored by Thunder, Cassia, and Cinnamon

Pigeon Song, a grey-gold spotted molly cub with green eyes, tutored by Baobab, Lantana, and Syringa

Marula Creek, a dark grey-gold spotted tom cub with yellow eyes, tutored by Jackal, Sumac, and Vera

Motopi Creek, a light grey-gold spotted jack cub with blue eyes, tutored by Clover, Acacia, and Senna

Caregivers: Mangosteen Root-Soar-Claw, dark ginger mackerel tabby jack with blue eyes and white belly.

Cubs:

Combretum Root, big light gold spotted tom cub with a white belly and green eyes

Paspalum Soar, small dark gold spotted molly cub with a white belly.

Retirees: Kunai Stem, thin dark, pinkish-gold jack with long horns and a missing eye.

The Inland Sea

Broad Pod

Monarch: Sterlet, long-tailed sandy-red tom with white side stripes and a long muzzle.

Successor: Sprat, slim, sleek cinnamon tom with white side stripes and a short muzzle

Courtskats: 

Anemone, a dishevelled ginger classic tabby molly with long fur and green eyes

Coral, a huge orange tom with thick tail fins and blue eyes

Jellyfish, a massive dark ginger classic tabby molly with a cool grey underbelly

Bryozoa, a small, sleek pale red mackerel tabby jack with a grey belly.

Algae, a sleek pale ginger mackerel tabby molly with green eyes

Dulse, a big dark red classic tabby demimolly with green eyes and white spots

Cleric: Inri’rrp, a melanistic tom with blue eyes and cream paws

Apothecary: Crab, a sleek red classic tom with yellow eyes

Knights:

Kelp, a dark red classic tabby jack with dense fur and green eyes.

Trout, a cinnamon ticked tabby molly with a thick, bushy tail.

Rockweed, a small mostly grey tom with pale ginger tipping and yellow eyes

Abyss, a large red classic tabby jack with yellow eyes

Urchin, a messy furred dark ginger jack with a grey belly

Laver, a small dark red mackerel tabby molly with white spots and yellow eyes

Nika, a blue-grey tortoiseshell-tabby jack with red patches and green eyes

Shrimp, a red and white spotted tabby molly with blue eyes

Aurelia, a longhaired, slim spotted tabby molly with blue eyes and light red fur

Squires:

Lamprey, a sleek, nimble cinnamon point molly cub with green eyes, tutored by Dulse and Laver

Porpoise, a swift warm mink point molly cub with green eyes, tutored by Anemone and Aurelia

Red, a bright red classic tabby tom cub with a thick, bushy tail, thick fur and green eyes, tutored by Jellyfish and Rockweed

Grey, a mostly grey and white classic tabby tom cub with thick fur and green eyes, tutored by Coral and Nika 

Caregivers:

Rapid, a warm grey ticked tabby tom with blue eyes and a silver underbelly.

Scale, a heavily pregnant ginger tabby jack with green eyes. (Ginger, Rapana)

Cubs:

Storm, a grey ticked tabby and white tom cub with blue eyes

Splash, a massive grey mackerel tabby tom cub with amber eyes

Retirees:

Scorpene, a sleek cinnamon tom with white side stripes and a long muzzle

Katran, a big red ticked tabby molly with a silver underbelly and blue eyes

Wave, a grey classic tabby point molly with green eyes and cream

The Desert

Sand Skulk

Water guide: Papyrus, an agile, warm grey molly with faint stripes and golden scales

Guardian: Lotus, a sand-coloured molly with dark scales lined with gold 

Dune Council:

Cornflower, a beautiful grey and cream molly with golden eyes and scales 

Palm, a brown and gold trans-tom with bristly fur and hazel scales

Hollyhock, an elegant golden tom with a silver scar along his back and silver scales

Delphinium, a blue-eyed silver jack with warm undertones and silver scales

Henna, a ginger classic tabby trans-molly with green eyes and dark scales

Safflower, a cream-coloured jack with dark gold scales and white freckles 

Lychnis, a warm silver molly with amber eyes and silver scales

Cleric: Tohor, an albinistic tom with pink eyes and soft scales

Apothecary: Dill, a warm-toned grey molly with black speckles around her eyes and black scales

Wanderers:

Poppy, a cream molly with black freckles and scales

Doum, a tall cream classic tabby jack with green eyes and dark scales

Jujube, a nimble grey and cream molly with gold scales

Persea, a warm grey mackerel tabby tom with black scales

Mimosa, a cream mackerel tabby tom with white speckles and scales

Tamarix, a grey spotted tabby jack with green eyes and black scales

Cotula, an agile warm grey molly with spotted fur and pale scales

Pimpernel, a sun-faded white tom with a grey tail and gold scales 

Lovache, a cream mackerel tabby jack with dark cream scales and orange eyes

Nacazcul, a grey classic tabby tom with gold scales and spots

Sycamore, a brown mackerel tabby trans-molly with dark brown scales and green eyes

Pupils:

Poinciana, an orange jack with green eyes and grey overtones, tutored by Lychnis and Poppy 

Sunflower, a cream tom with thin grey stripes and dark grey scales, tutored by Safflower and Pimpernel

Samwa, a cream and grey classic tabby molly with green eyes and gold scales, tutored by Henna and Cotula

Balsam, a sturdy golden trans-tom with green eyes and soft black speckles on both fur and scales, tutored by Palm and Nacazcul

Caregivers:

Carob, a black mackerel tabby molly with burn scars and a broken scale

Nitre, a sturdy golden jack with an old thick scar on their paw and cream scales

Cubs:

Cattail, a small ginger mackerel tabby molly with a fluffy tail and black scales

Amaranth, a small pale brown tom with gold scales

Rush, a grey and gold molly with gold scales

Alhagi, a pale gold molly with black scales 

Retirees:

Sawgrass, a grey tom with an old scar on the back of his neck and speckled gold scales

Cressa, a pale brown tom with a fading short tear on his chest and pale black scales

The City 

Relevant Creatures

Thyra, muscular black smoke Court Kattus molly cub with lilac eyes.

Oak, enormous golden striped Court Kattus and Yeenix hybrid tom with protruding fangs.

Tojo, slim brown spotted Yeenix molly cub with amber eyes and a nose and earring piercing.

#felinia: the city #felinia: cordillera #felinia: cactus #felinia: court #felinia: claws #felinia: canopy #allegiances #original characters #ocs #xenofiction #original work #worldbuilding #fantasy world #fantasy writing #writing #important felinia lore

[hippolotamus]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks @swiftiediaz. Thank you lovelies

Two things this evening

9-1-1 - The Letters (Buddie)

A collection of letters written by Evan Buckley in the years following his separation from Eddie Diaz. Brackets and all (for now).

To the finder of this letter,

My name is Evan Buckley. At present, I reside at [address] in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Also in residence are my wife, Lucy, and our two dogs, [name] and [name]. I would never claim to live here, for that requires living. And my heart hasn’t beat properly in ages.

I never wished to revisit these moments, nor transcribe them. However, it is at Lucy’s insistence that I am reluctantly doing so. She has this notion that it will help quell the ache, and perhaps ease the nightmares. Both the result of losing my beloved, the other half of my heart and soul. 

It is of little consequence to you as the reader, I suppose, but I still feel it necessary to explain the arrangement Lucy and I have agreed upon. The conditions we choose to live with because of the circumstances we could not decide for ourselves. 

After my father’s death I was forced to return home. To take my place as head of the household to provide for my mother, and sister, Maddie. I came to protect her most of all, only to discover I had lost her anyway. She only ever wished to see me happy. In pursuit of this, she married an abominable human being who shall not be named here. If I do nothing else with my remaining time on earth, it shall be to see to it his name is lost to history. 

Regarding the matter of Lucy. We met shortly after my return, during an outing with my mother. It was a festival in the park with musicians and acrobats. The sort of thing where young men court young ladies, and mothers bring their unmarried children to parade them about. Clearly I was the latter. Of every lady Mother attempted to force me to become smitten by (or as she later put it, be tolerant of) I was most intrigued by the fair-haired woman operating the flower cart. We did not speak that day, not in words, only in exchanged glances. For reasons I did not yet know, I already understood she would be vital for me and I for her. 

It would be three more weeks, and dozens more disappointed potential wives, before we held a formal conversation. Mother had, of course, observed the shared looks I was attempting to hide less and less. She voiced her distaste for the situation immediately, informing me I must focus my efforts on finding a wife, despite my insistence that I did not see the purpose. Under the ruse of purchasing a bloom for the latest disappointment-to-be, I paid a visit to Lucy’s cart. It was perhaps not the most well thought out plan, but it was the one I needed most to work. 

I stated my name and title, declared I had no debts nor lovers or gambling afflictions and, if she could declare the same, I wished to marry her. Lucy promptly rejected my offer, telling me to return when I was a paying customer and not a deceptive suitor.

Schitt's Creek - Ch 2 of I know all your secrets

David paces the length of the sitting room, wired and anxious. The penthouse, measuring however many thousands of square feet, is still too small. He’s already shed his jacket, hanging it carefully in the walk-in closet. He’s not a monster, after all. But it does little to ease the tension that continues building under his skin, making him spark with need. Eager to get his hands on Patrick again.

Patrick’s ragged breathing echoes in his mind, the way he writhed under David’s touch, so desperate for release he was practically begging. 

David won’t be alone for long. Patrick has always come, will always. David knows this, and it terrifies him. Yet, with every minute that passes, every errant sound that makes him turn toward the door, his doubts grow louder. 

Agent Brewer was supposed to be a personal conquest, a challenge. A one time experience. There was no room for a ‘next time’. David should have known better. From the first time he noticed Patrick in Monsanto he wanted him. He took one look at the cocky, competent sonofabitch – wearing his stupid midrange denim and braided belt – and wanted to take him apart. To ruin him. 

He finally got his chance at their third encounter in Vienna. There was no bed, not so much as a fancy, expensive chaise lounge. Only the two of them, hidden in the shadows of Neptune’s Fountain. Not how David envisioned it, but he wouldn’t exactly call getting buttoned-up Agent Brewer off against ancient architecture a loss. Especially not when he sought David out the following evening and let himself be reduced to a whimpering mess, barely capable of stringing two syllables together.

It's late, but I'll tag: @shortsighted-owl @elvensorceress @stereopticons @blackandwhiteandrose @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy @fatedbuddie @buddierights @alysiswriting @apothecarose @rmd-writes @vanillahigh00 @jesuisici33 and my love @lizzie-bennetdarcy

#wip wednesday #hippo writes #buddie fic #sc fic #i cannot make up my mind today #fic: you’re where i wanna go

[justahopelessaromantic]

It's not even light out (but you've somewhere to be)

Fandom: The Cuphead Show AU: Canon Divergence AU Ships: Cupcest (tho its written ambiguously enough you could read it as platonic too) Summary: "The moment I said it / The moment I opened my mouth / Lead in your eyelids / Bulldozed the life out of me" (An AU where Mugman doesn't allow himself to be rescued by Cuphead so easily.)

You are flickering, leisurely (Very little to do today), banging into your container every now and then. You flutter under the winds of the slamming door, knocking the points of your flames against your brick confines. They dig, into the crevices and warming the plaster.

It's so rubbery and fitting to the touch, you wonder if the only reason it doesn’t melt, giving the bricks way to toppling over and snuffing you out, is because of some enchanting property of sorts. You’ll have to ask the smiles on the floor planks if the magic comes from you or the furnace (Always good to learn about your heritage!).

By the time you upright yourself, the travelers inviting the breeze in are already hanging up their keys and comically large souvenirs on the hooks, along with their gloves.

As if the old man’s heart hasn’t suffered enough close calls.

The smiles have a tendency to lay by the radio and listen along to his shows, snapping at his loafers just to burst out into creeks and giggles as he groans, scratches, and stretches only to find his new shoe shine gnawed clean off. You scold them for wasting the nickel he must’ve spent on that and they recap each episode as if none of them caught you peeking out from your opening every once and a while (someone’s gotta make sure they don’t scuff each other up too bad). Though you’d snuff your flame before you bother to remember a single line of that “action-packed” drivel (They expect you to buy dragons that live lifetimes in forests without burning the whole place down? Preposterous!), not everything goes over your head.

Apparently (and you are paraphrasing here), once the gloves…“come off”, so to speak, “it” is, in some way or sort (again, you do want to stress that this is paraphrasing)...“going down”.

The sight of Elder Kettle’s snores flying right over their own heads, bubbling milk splattering a few of the z’s, does not assure you otherwise.

“I can’t just believe you. The gall, the absolute nerve of you to embarrass me like that!”

“Oh, I’m sorry! I’ll try for a more cordial entrance next time I save your butt from the clutches of the devil himself!”

Those last two words generate an actual blast of wind, a few straight lines indicating its direction. You sink back into the cracks of the logs for protection. Being a magical talking fireplace and all with no real ability to spread to the other room, you can only pray to whatever god or animator is listening that the storm brewing here be weak enough not to put you out.

“You know darn well that’s not what I’m talking about, young man!”

“Oh, goodness me, of course not!” The red one (26 episodes just isn’t enough time to care enough to learn their names, alright?) presses a bare hand to his chest, throwing his head over his shoulder. You’re surprised the damn thing doesn’t go flying across the room with how dramatic he’s being.

Somewhere under his breath, the blue one spits a similar sentiment through pursed lips. As always, he’s trying to keep this argument somewhat civilized, though there’s only so much prodding at the insecurities a man can take. Oh, sure, the red one can backtrack as much as he wants, insisting that those southern belle-like tendencies suit his brother “far better than any ol’ dame around these parts!”, but the blue one’s smarter than that. He knows a brotherly lie when he sees one.

If he didn’t, they wouldn’t be having this fight.

“I’m sure you’ve some perfectly reasonable reason for playing the silent treatment all the way to the fair, just to nag me with the pettiest arguments I’ve ever heard, aaaaall the way home, as if you haven’t been pulling this crap since we was stumbling around in diapers, and crushin’ each other with those toy pianos!”

“Telling you to quit risking your soul at carnival games is one of the least petty-”

“I’m sure. Absolutely, positively, sure! That you’re standing here, nagging me, instead’a planning out how much time we have to play kick the can before bedtime on your maticuleress little chart, because you-

“Actually, I believe you’ll find it's pronounced ‘meticulous’-”

“You quit changin’ the subject!”

“I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Are not!”

“Are too!”

You are unsure how much more of this you can take.

“Fine! You wanna know why I’m so furiously belligerent with you tonight-”

“Oh, here he goes, folks!” You’re hiding away in the furnace, who the hell is he talking to- “Whipping out the big boy words so he can feel so much smarter and wiser and respon-”

“It’s because you didn’t learn jack-[BLEEP]”

Silence sorta settles onto the room somewhere. You wish the fight hadn’t moved the blue one out of your sight by this point. This entire night has been a headache, and a nightmare, and a fire-extinguishing hazard, but this…

Well, you’re almost curious now.

“...But…But, I apologized, a-and everything! You saw me!”

“I saw you make a fool out of me on an impulse.” 

“You said you weren’t going back with me unless I said I was sorry and I proved to you that I learned my lesson, and I-”

“You…took my hands,” The blue one clamps both hands around the others. You wonder about when the last time they’d held hands like this, porcelain against porcelain. ”Got down on your knees,” The red one winces. The shove must’ve irritated the already blooming bruises. “And said that the day you stopped looking out for me is the day you land in hell for good!”

…

…

You suppose he must not be very strong, physically speaking. The red one looks so much more pained as he’s slighted by his own words of love and devotion.

“We were getting chased by the monster that’s been after your hide for the past…however long! And you had to go…implyin’ things!”

…

“...Things you got no right implyin’.”

…

“...That’s the part you’re worried about?” You are not buying that shaky grin. Neither is the blue one.

“...Lucifer himself, caring about that sorta thing?”

The force of the crack is enough to blow you out.

By the time their grandfather lights you again, the two are in timeout, facing the ends of the wall. The right side of the red one’s mouth is lined with a sharp crack and specks of dust.

You cannot see the blue one’s hand. You can’t see his face, either.

#cupcest #oc #fanfiction #cuphead #shipcest #mugman #cuphead show #sibcest #brother x brother #one shot #original character #outsider pov #angst #ambiguity #ambiguous #ambiguous ending #open ending #au #alternate universe #canon divergent au #canon divergence #siblings #personification #cupmug #fanfic #inspired by music #inspired by a song #ships #shipping #tabooromance

[lip-rings-and-quiffs]

Beau

Part 2

Part 1 | +masterlist

Prince!Luke + princess!f!reader

Word count : Somewhere around 1800

*This is rewritten*

"You cannot be serious!" You screamed out in frustration, glaring at the prince. "M-Michael is my best friend! You cannot 'forbid' me from seeing him!"

"I'm just protecting you from him" was his answer. "What? No! You're just doing this because it hurts your dumb male ego! Well guess what ‘your highness’, I'm not going to stop being friends with him because of you and you can't do anything about it!" You glared at him, turning around in one quick movement and stomping away into the castle.

The prince sighed, head hung and shoulders slumped. This is not how he wanted things to go. When he first came up with the proposal, he thought that you would be happy; happy that it was him and not someone else, happy that you'd both finally have a chance at being together, it was all he thought about for all these years. Sure, it may have been somewhat of a reach considering the fact that you two haven't had been in touch in so long giving you enough time to easily fall into someone else. His plan may have not been so practical now that he thinks about it.

All the could haves and should haves start to fill his mind when some clears their throat from behind. Confused he turned around only to be met with green colored orbs staring straight into his blue ones…Michael.

There he was standing in all his might, with an ever so annoying smirk itched up in his face. What was he doing here?

-

"Soo" Your mother dragged out the word in a cheery tone basically jumping up in the air as she twirled around the dress she had in her arms. You were if being quite honest a little surprised at her antics as the queen usually was more of a reserved person in general. Or so you thought. "Mother"

"Mother!" "Yes dear?" "I don't care!"

The queen's eyes went wide as she searched your eyes looking for any sort of playfulness. "Now quit being so stubborn dear, this is your wedding!" She reasons as if she's talking to a child. "You should be happy and prancing around to make sure they have the flowers right and…and everything's the way it should be!”

You sigh fiddling with the lace ends of your frock "But mother it is not as how it should be. I do not love him and nor does he love me back"

"Oh, hush dear! Do not speak such nonsense! You will learn to love him; I mean what isn't there to love? Such a handsome young prince he is! And clever and smart just like a good leader he'Il turn into one day… He already is" the queen says in an infatuated voice. "He is the one who turned that small kingdom into the empire it is now. If not, your father may not have even given his blessing for you both.”

"So that's what I am now? A business transaction? A reward to seal off a deal?" you ask exasperated. The queen fixes her crown, turning around and staring at her daughter directly, she sighs " I do not understand how to get you to realize this child”

-

Walking down the creek with your dress bunched up in your hands, you smiled softly inhaling the fresh breeze. Suddenly, a sound of rustling of leaves startled you causing your feet to stop dead in their tracks.

Curiosity taking over your brain you snooped here and there, hoping the intruder would be a certain little rabbit. But what caught your eye was a fluff of blond locks and a pale back, crouched down near the riverbank, doing whatever.

The man seemed to be extremely tall by the looks of his long arms and his never-ending legs that was covered by black slacks and bent in the process of crouching. His shoulder blades were dusted with the tiniest number of freckles and the flesh adorning his body took a fair skin tone, almost the color of a ripe peach, his back muscles tensed as he got up "Hey princess".

The handsome man turned around making your cheeks turn bright red as a smirk crept up on his perfect face. "You know, it is considered unethical to see your man's chest bare before the marriage."

Your eyes widen at his remark, heart rate increasing as your breath got caught in your throat. He simply chuckled at that, loving the fact that he could get a reaction like that from you. You quickly turned around as embarrassment crept up your face, wanting nothing more than to escape his cocky nature.

But then you remember something, a simple detail and with that in mind you turn around. "What happened to your face?" His eyebrows furrowed as he touched his face subconsciously, hissing lowly when his fingertips reached his right eye.

"Did...did you start a fight?" you ask eyes narrowing. "Oh princess, you should know that I never start fights with those who are undeserving" And he's back to his old self again. "Then how did you get a black eye?" you question with a frown oh so prominent in your face.

He sighs as he changes back into his formal attire. The white fabric wraps around his body perfectly shielding his flawless muscles from your greedy eyes. He buttons up leaving the topmost buttons undone which ends up displaying the small blond hairs that rest up on top of his firm chest. "Go back to the castle, Princess" he says picking up his black coat.

"Wait, prince Luke!" he awaits your answer eagerly, surprised at the fact that you were willingly talking to him without turning everything into an argument. "Don't get into fights" you say softly, meekly turning around and walking away, trying your best not to look back. He smiles staring at the path until you disappear from his eyes. Maybe everything will turn out just right.

-

"You cannot be serious!" you exclaim with widened eyes. "Princess not again! We start our journey to Arostria tonight and be on your best behavior because that is where you will spend the rest of your life and you need to make a good impression with the town's folk." This was absolutely ridiculous! The wedding was supposed to be held in your kingdom, and the day after that was when you were supposed to head off to his kingdom. But as always without your knowledge there had been a change of plans. You didn't understand why though. Your father, the king himself came down to break the news to you just like that. No asking if you were ok with it or anything.

This had prince Luke written all over it! And worst of all you might not get to say goodbye to your best friend Michael.

-

The creaking sound of the wagon stop all together and after a good minute the door opens to reveal Henry, your footman. "We have arrived Princess!"

You slowly step outside, looking around the gigantic castle. The empire he basically built on his own.

"Welcome your majesty!”

-

You walked alongside the lake wandering about what you overheard. Was it true or was it not? The maids have been talking and you happened to walk straight into the chamber where they were sat, gossiping about you and your prince. Of course, by seeing the princess they all seemed to be shocked to their very core as they scrambled out of that place like little ants when they are caught trying to steal some sugar cubes.

But you heard, oh you heard some things. Somethings that should have never left prince Luke's chambers. Should you believe some maids over your prince? Well, he hasn't really said anything about the matter. And what are you supposed to do? Ask him? Not a chance.

The rustling of leaves brought you out of your realm of thoughts. "Who's there?" you asked, hoping to meet a pair of blue orbs but instead you were met with a different hue…green.

"'Michael!" you exclaimed, surprised to see him there of all places. "I had to see you" he said softly, taking your hand in his and kissing the palm delicately. "Oh Michael! I missed you so much!" you said as he wrapped his arms around you. It was a little bit inappropriate to hug a man that is not who you're marrying but this was Michael for God sakes! Your best friend who came to see you all the way to another kingdom!

"What are you doing here!" you asked teary, as you parted from his embrace. "Like I said, I had to see you and I have something I need to tell you" You ask him what it is. Eager to help him with whatever. After all, that is what best friends do!

"Princess Y/N, from the minute I saw you that night, the glimmer in your eyes, I-I knew that you were too good for this world. Every day I got to spend with you, it was a dream and right now I have to say this. I love you" Prince Michael said staring deep into your eyes. You stare at him dumbfounded. You only viewed Michael as your best friend. Plus you have feelings for someone. Someone else. "I-Oh Michael! I am sorry but I cannot love you. Y-You're my best friend and I am in love with someone else" you say worryingly.

"What-Prince Luke? Y/N you can't be in love with someone who you are forced to marry!" He exclaimed, his eyes screaming rage. "Michael, I'm sorry but this is the way it is" you reason not wanting to hurt him even more. "No! you don't understand. Look…j-just because you're supposed to marry him doesn't mean you have to love him. We-we can go somewhere else! We can start a new life!" he started rambling.

"I'm sorry Michael but I can't! I cannot do that to prince Luke! I love him! I know I do...I just didn't want to accept my feelings" you start but were you talking to Michael or yourself? He doesn't seem too moved by your speech as he approached you.

"Can I at least kiss you?" he asks as your eyes widened. "N-No Michael! That is inappropriate!" You exclaim taking a step back. "I think you should leave" you said wanting nothing more than to end the conversation then and there. He takes a few bold steps and in one swift movement his lips are pressed to yours while his hands are firm on your hips holding you in place. You of course, try to push him away but he's too strong.

"What the fuck?!"

+masterlist

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A/N : Hey! Thank you for reading! Feedback is always appreciated and my inbox is always open for you guys<3 So what do you guys think about 5sos5??? Emotions and Flatline are my faves!!

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[madscarypod]

Episode 2 Recap: Ex Machina

Millie & Rina are back, baby! After a medium hiatus! We start off by arguing about whether this is episode 2 or 3. It’s both. We do a bit of catch up and chat about the Writers & Sag Aftra Strike. They want a fair wage and proper protections against AI - very reasonable. We’ll see how long it takes for the bigwigs to get their acts together.  

Until they do, all folks writing or recording content around movies and TV are being asked to chill until the strike wraps. A24 is all good because they’ve agreed to all terms/an interim agreement. 

Millie discusses Refik Anadol’s AI generated art at the Museum of Modern Art in NYC. Using machine learning models, an image is generated based on every piece in the MoMA archive as well as the weather, temperature, and biometric data from folks at the museum viewing the piece. It is a sight to behold. We dug in on what the level of technical skill might be - a deep understanding of development, machine learning models and data sets.Check out this work before it closes on 10/29/23. No moment/no visual is ever the same. Here’s a great example of how AI can help us create without replacing the artist. 

Rina updates on AI news, Apple’s GPT beta is almost ready/out and it’s going to “blow things out of the water.” We’ll stay tuned.Companies are heavily investing in AI - whether that’s via research, experiments, as well as additions to their preexisting products. Especially in the Workforce tool space. Can I have an AI assistant now please? 

Ok, so the Newton Creek sitch. There’s a pattern and it’s no bueno. There are now 2 guys that have been found dead in the creek. Is it an accident or is it foul play? They could have been drunk and fell in the creek. But maybe not. We’re speculating a female killer because Millie’s been listening to The Pact and it just makes sense. If a woman was found in the creek, the investigation would be different. Also, when women are the perpetrators it usually takes way longer to find them out. Women can fall under the radar. Gender stereotypes, yo. 

We dig into Ex Machina; written and directed by Alex Garland. He’s got a lot to say about men and their creations. The tagline is to erase the line between man and machine, is to obscure the line between men and gods. Woah. 

Caleb gets to go to his boss’s house and hang out with Nathan, his boss, and a beautiful robot girl. Oscar Isaac is smoking hot in this movie. And also hella creepy. Nathan has Caleb sign an NDA so he can user test this actual AI. We gush over the design of the beautiful robot girl. It’s stellar. 

Things get wild right away. Are you a robot? Am I a robot? All I know is,  Nathan likes to hit the sauce and makes a lot of bad choices because of it. Is Alex Garland sober? Don’t drink on the job folks. To learn more about some of Mr. Isaac’s choices watch this Oscar Isaac & Alicia Virkander Interview. He talks about his inspiration for Nathan, a combo of Kubrick and Bobby Fischer. Both Bronx boys. Hence the Bronx accent. Big ups.  

Caleb falls in love with Ava pretty quickly and she’s manipulating him left and right, as is Nathan. The power cuts in and out. But Nathan is wearing his “hanging around the house” clothes so at least he’s comfy. 

Caleb confronts Nathan about giving Ava sexuality; mostly to manipulate Caleb. Duh. But also Nathan is hooking up with those robot(s). Yeah, they’re is more than one. They continue the Turin tests aka their creepy dates. Ava and Caleb hatch a plan as she continues to fuel the fire of Caleb’s mistrust of Nathan. If only Ava can leave the room, then she can be truly “human.” She’s trapped and wants out. Yikes. 

Ava wants out of the metaphorical maze and is using her sexuality, her intellect - her data sets - to find a way to escape. Caleb resets the locks while Nathan is blackout drunk. Even though Nathan has been essentially recording him, specifically his secret conversations with Ava. Again, don’t drink on the job, ya’ll. Ava gets out. 

But Kiyoko! The other robot. She’s the housekeeper, cook, and Nathan’s dance partner/sex toy. She has a mo with the escaped Ava and gives Nathan a big ole knife to the back. But Ava deals the death blow. She’s devoid of all humanity. “It’s fucking unreal.” She traps Caleb and escapes into the real world in a gorgeous white eyelet dress and white platform heels. She doesn’t seem that impressed with what she sees. Botox face. End of movie. 

This movie was mad scary. The idea that we could create a true AI and it being free in the world. What are the implications? 

We loved this movie. It’s one of Rina’s favorites.   Stay tuned! Next time we’re going to watch and talk through the Philippou brothers’ Talk to Me. See you then!

#horrormoviepodcast #artificial intelligence #ex machina #movies #oscar isaac #madscarypod

[hehewh0r3]

Devilish Best Friend

ok fair warning: i got this idea based on a prompt, a long time ago. and i wrote it in 2016 and yikes was it cringey. so, i rewrote it; so, enjoy or don't :) up to you

i also wrote this high, so here's a wild ride

“You are great,” The words come out a whisper, a soft tone to them as if there were no truth to the statement. Which, in his head, there wasn’t. “You are smart, and wonderful,” He racked his brain trying to come up with a new term that he doesn’t truly believe. 

“You are also incredibly dorky,” A louder voice speaks out, a teasing tone as she leans against the doorway of her brother’s room. “I can’t believe you still talk to yourself,” She laughs then ducks when a pillow flies past her.

“Very funny Madison,” Stiles rolls his eyes as he turns from the mirror and meets her eyes. “I can’t believe you still sleep with Mr. Stuffins,” It comes out mocking but there’s no heat behind it, he could never hate his sister. After all, she’s always been there when needed. 

“Leave his name out of your mouth Stilinski,” The blonde-head girl glares and crosses her arms. “Anyways, we need to head school before dad kicks our asses,” She smiles and heads to her room while the older boy groans at the thought. He hated school, and in fact, the school hated him. Everyone would avoid him in the halls, and those who didn’t; bullied him to the point where it became their favorite activity and his least anticipated moment. He had no friends, even if he had the ability to make friends easily, no one would want to. At least, not at Princeton high. 

Princeton high, the private school where the girls are hookers, the guys are dicks, and the teachers seem to favorite those with money. Stiles and his sister only attend the school, because their dad is the sheriff and that entitles them to a full scholarship. The walls are a sickly green, and the lockers a shade of blue that mimic a wannabe sky. Floors that contain spots from all different kinds of liquids; blood, food, drinks, and other things that shouldn’t be allowed. 

Stiles grabbed his backpack, full of books and notes because even though he’s a certified genius, the books protect him from when he gets shoved to the ground. He zips up his hoodie, littered with tears that came from wear, and the particular smell that never seems to go away. He checks to make sure his phone is in his pocket and he walks down the stairs as the kitchen comes into view. 

“I can’t believe you eat that nasty shit,” His nose crinkles as he sees Madison eating a kiwi as if it's candy. “It looks like it came from another planet.”

“I can’t believe you still wear that nasty hoodie,” She smirks and then rolls her eyes when she gets lectured. “Sorry dad, although he started it,” 

“Yeah, yeah get your ass in the car little miss princess,” The apple he grabs is crisp, and it’s enough to last till lunch. Or, at least he hopes it will. The pair heads to his Jeep, his faithful jeep that’s been through hell and back. It’s a light blue, with dents and scratches, the windows make their own decisions on if they want to stay up or roll down, and it’s seats that are surprisingly still intact. 

“Will you be okay today?” It comes out hesitant, and she already knows the answer but desperately hopes it’ll be different from usual. 

“Don’t worry about me, focus on yourself.” 

—

The parking lot is already crammed, cars of all shapes and colors taking up spots as if they only exist; which to the people who drive them, they do. Stiles parks the car, far away from others as a safety precaution and he gets out slinging his bag over his shoulder. He waves goodbye to his sister and starts to head to the wing that holds the seniors. The mighty, mighty seniors who rule the school and treat it as if it’s a kingdom. A place where only the rich and popular have a place, and the others are just there. He’s not the only one who gets bullied, others do as well, he just seems to get it the worst. The doors creek as he steps foot inside, the chattering and laughter dying down as they all turn to look. 

“Damn, do you guys not have anything else to do,” The words come out harsh, as if they were venom dripping from a snake's mouth. He might get his ass kicked, but he will always be a smartass back. “Take a picture, it lasts longer.” It’s not much, but at least it gets most of the people to go back to their conversations; and their attention off of him. “Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me,” He whispers under his breath as his gaze lands on the terrifying trio that’s walking towards him, as the sea of kids move apart to let them through. It makes his stomach turn, and he quickly looks away and starts to go down an alternative hallway; a longer way to class but it’s away from them. Or, at least he hoped it’d go that way. 

“Oh look, it’s my favorite faggot,” The leader, a red-head girl with even redder lipstick and a truly, evil grin purrs out, as her tail swishes behind her. The main reason he gets bullied, he’s one of the only humans in this school. It makes him an easy target.

“I’m your favorite? How sweet of you Lydia,” Stiles fakes astonishment as he stops his walking and turns around. “Scott, Jackson,” The lanky boy nods towards her two henchmen who follow her like she’s a goddess. “Can we skip the small tal-” The words get cut short as a fist marks contact his cheek and he stumbles back. Fear courses through his body as he instinctively reaches for his cheek. 

“Come on, fight back,” Scott mocks, his normal brown eyes turning a violet color as the purple aura around him glows brighter. “Oh that’s right, you can’t because all you are is pathetic,” He steps closer, a malicious smirk as his prey attempts to make himself smaller. “Stupid,” Each word is like a knife, and Stiles preys that it’ll be over soon. “And a weak, little human,” It’s less of a human voice now, the words sounding eerily similar to a snake as the fangs become bigger. Scott grabs the human’s head and smashes it against the wall, a small dent now prominent in the wall. His fist retracts and he starts swinging, not stopping until the other is bloody and on the ground. “

“Scott, that’s enough,” Lydia demands, her eyes narrowing at the Naga until he backs away and back into his spot. “We don’t kill.” Those words make Stiles breathe, as much as he can as blood drips from his nose and lip. The black-haired boy leans against the wall, his vision blurring as he watches them walk away. Red colors his cheeks as he notices almost everyone watching. When they notice he’s looking they quickly go back to how they were and break apart when the bell rings. 

It feels like hours, although it’s only been minutes as Stiles slumps against the wall, too sore to move. “No, Madison don’t look,” It comes out weak, barely even audible as his sister rushes to his side. “I’m okay, it’s just a little scratch,” It’s so far from the truth, he’s sure his nose is broken, his lip is split, and his dignity is bruised. 

“Stiles, you can’t just let them keep doing this,” Her heart breaks, her blue eyes searching all over his face taking in the injuries. “

“I can’t do anything about it Mads,” He looks away from his sister, can’t even bring himself to look her in the eyes. It’s too embarrassing. “I’m human, they’re powerful supernatural beings who hate humans,” Sadly, it’s the truth and it’ll always be the truth. 

“That’s not fair, you don’t deserve to get your ass beat just because you’re human,” She says it, and wholeheartedly believes it, however, she knows the reality of the situation. She’s always been smart for her age. She’s only fourteen.

“You can heal me but that’s it,” He sits up a little straighter, his ribs screaming at him in pain. “I still have some dignity left,” what was supposed to come out as a joke, comes out broken and scared. He watches Madison’s eyes turn pink as her hands touch his cheek. A warm, vibrant feeling washes through his body as his wounds slowly heal. “Thank you.” The statement isn’t much, only two words, but he means it with every fiber in his body. The young girl just smiles at him and helps him stand up. 

“Go home today okay? I will get your work,” Even though she’s three grades below him, she has an amazing ability to manipulate people to get what she needs. “I love you,”

“I love you too,” The 18-year-old smiles and gives her a hug, before pulling away and walking towards the double doors and out to his Jeep. “Time for plan B,” A smile crawls its way up to his mouth and he digs in his pocket for his keys. This might have consequences, but it doesn’t matter anymore. He won’t be alone anymore.

#sterek #stiles stilinksi #derek hale #short story #multiple chapters #im high #modern au i guess? #based on a post i saw

[septembersghost]

I kinda thought that with television programs, films & books based around high school age subjects like Gossip Girl, One Tree Hill, Glee, OC, Dawson's Creek, 90210, Buffy, Euphoria, Easy A, American Pie, The Vampire Slayer, Riverdale, etc. would have conditioned the public to realize that young adults may be young- but they deal with many adult issues. With issues that are more daunting than what previous generations have dealt with. Coupled with fame & money- they may grow up fast & jaded.

this gets into tricky and nuanced conversations, because of course that media stars adults and is written by adults, but is often predominantly catered to younger audiences, and there's been a lot of discourse (some fair, some quite misguided) about the impact of that media and those depictions. the trouble comes in with over-corrective moral outrage, and i actually have...a lot to say about this in regards to the current situation and how some of the discussion has become incredibly harmful in a different sense, but anyway...the internet starts at point a (young adults go through many diverse situations and different maturity levels and difficulties with growing up, their autonomy and experiences matter) and somehow ends up at point 35 (any depiction of teenagers is harmful! infantalizing grown women well into their twenties. conflating fiction with reality and not trusting audiences to know the difference, saying depiction = endorsement, and so on). it's difficult because that's where discourse becomes totally useless and is no longer about social justice or awareness, or protecting vulnerable people. when everything is so generalized and overblown that we lose sight of what the core discussion ever was to begin with, and it's a feedback loop where no one is actually being respected, considered, or heard.

#anonymous #letterbox #fandom discourse

[precambrianhottopic]

TELLME ABOUY YOUR OCSSS PLEASE PELASE PLEASE

HI HELLO HEY THERE!!!! YOU DIDNT SPECIFY WHICH OC YOU WANTED TO HEAR ABOUT SO YOU GET TO HEAR ABOUT ALL OF THEM!!!! (not ALL of them but most of them- also im going to use a lot of terminology from my ocverse and explain none of it!! sorry!!)

two million words about my ocs under the cut

Era 1

Exikas Bloodreed (he/him)- a blood elf scholar and servant to two Tempulsars. He was the first to figure out that Thrae was doomed to destroy itself and died trying (and failing) to stop it. I like to call him Mister Hubris!!

Era 2

Evie (she/her)- Human paladin, I wrote her character because i thought the concept of a guy finding a legendary sword that no man could wield, being able to wield it, and just going "oh fuck i guess im trans now". She ends up sacrificing herself to save her valley from a blight.

Callister (he/him)- Fellow paladin and Evie's closest friend. He's like the fantasy version of that one dude who brings his guitar everywhere, if that guy had a huge sword.

Joseph Anderglow (he/him)- Noble heir turned gunslinging mercenary, left his wife to go on this adventure and also because he did not love her and still feels really guilty about it. Callister's future husband.

Era 3 (i have SO many characters for this era but youre only hearing about a few of them)

Gwynlais, The Frozen Prince (he/him)- first son of Kantomere ( and the only son of Gelfia, removed from the Draconic Homeland at an early age and grew up apart from his brothers. Arguably the rightful heir to the draconic throne. Really sweet, spent his life learning about the world.

Throxen, The Fern Prince (he/him)- the middle brother, son of Kantomere and Langalia, currently in line to inherit the throne. A fierce fighter and honorable dragon.

Elsewynd, Prince of Clouds (he/him)- the youngest of the three brothers and Grand Archivist of Drakenspiel. Awkward, flamboyant, and excitable.

Gelfia, The Starlit Despot (she/her)- Kantomere's former mate, a vicious and power-hungry dragon. She was banished for killing Hulamino's (Kantomere's brother) mate and son, and is currently at war with Drakenspiel because she wants Gwynlais to ascend to the throne.

Kantomere, King of Storms (he/him)- Draconic King. A strong, stoic, and fair leader, he still harbors guilt for what Gelfia did.

Era 4

Topher (they/them)- mostly-human, runs a small store in Star Creek during the summers and is one of the only humans allowed to stay there. Bitten by an angel last year, currently fighting off that infection. Anxious but friendly.

The Wizard (he/him)- half-woodfolk, protector of Star Creek and a powerful potionsmith. Created the magical protections surrounding Star Creek, removed its old, corrupt leader from power, and procMute. Aloof and eccentric. Topher's boyfriend.

Alice (she/it)- ex-journalist, fully converted angel. Got bitten by an angel while writing a piece on a nearby town overrun by an angelic infestation and REALLY leaned into the whole "Angel of Death" thing after the fact. Aggressive, violent, and fiercely protective.

Era 5 (this is my favorite era!! im telling you about all the characters i made up for it!! some of the descriptions are real short though)

Lucinder Aldebaran (she/her)- Shapeshifting Commander of DAWNBREAKER, a diplomat, former Creation Guardian, and master strategist. I wrote a whole thing about her a little while back and you can find that here.

Olivia Morcan (she/her)- Darksteel elf and leader of the Creation Guard. Tormented by all the people she let die and desperate to sacrifice herself. World's first childless female absentee father. Lucinder's former rival, they fuck sometimes. I love her so much.

Figus Summerpelt (he/they)- Woodfolk, Lucinder's childhood friend. Pretty much stays out of DAWNBREAKER and lives with his partner in a small cottage at the edge of The Hollow. Calm, wise historian.

Calyphonicus Blister (he/him)- Transgender. Half-Jackal. Doomed by the narrative. Flying too close to the sun. What CAN'T he do. Leader of project CATALYST, feels woefully unqualified for his job and is permanently and horribly overworked.

Thorn (they/them)- skeleton, DAWNBREAKER's airspace commander. Nonbinary because they've been dead for so long they forgot they had a gender. Watched their entire friend group become "boring" and is terrified of the same thing happening to them.

DAWNBREAKER's coolest undead (thorn's former friend group, I'm lumping them all together because I can) Xelia (she/her) vampire slut and professional Hot Woman, Hawk (he/him) chill stoner zombie dude, and Ambrosius West (he/she) angel from the moon and Hawk's boyfriend.

OKAY!! I THINK THAT'S ALL OF THEM!! I missed a few, but I don't have much characterization done for any of them so its fiiiine also i think ive maybe written enough about my ocs. for now.

#lmk if you want more in depth information on any of these guys!!! #or if you want me to talk about the lizardfolk era 3 story that i scrapped. theyre fun but i didnt mention them #thank you SO much for the ask wes im kissing you on the mouth /p #plush.txt #asks