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satureja13 · 3 months

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The Boys rode through the pouring rain across the Bridge over to Koh Sahpa. And the horses stopped by a stilt house. Jack: "Are we going to stay here? Woah! When I showed Ji Ho the beach after he arrived we saw a stilt house and we talked about how awesome they are and we asked Arturo if we can buy a lot here to build one..." Vlad: "Arturo told us. Kiyoshi, Jeb and I built it to make it up to you. It's not finished yet. You were only supposed to see it later. " (So that was their secret project!) So Kiyoshi built this house. For Jack. (Even Lunatic is stunned ^w^)

So Jeb built this house. For Saiwa. Sai had put all his hopes in that circuit board because he has no idea how he is supposed to look Jeb in the eyes again after they 'agreed' that Sai should give in to a fake relationship with Kiyoshi to bring him back from the tree. Because they thought Kiyoshi is Saiwa's fated mate. But he wasn't. Saiwa stared into nowhere... Before Sai could follow these thoughts further he got distracted by the noise of the singing birds. Why are they so loud? Bird... (They really are so loud here ö.Ö') He has no idea how to go on.

Vlad: "Look after them and try to finish the rest." (Yeah I know. Who would trust crazy Jack with looking after anyone? Usually he is the one they need to look after and care for. But Vlad trusts him. Because he knows the Jack behind his disorders and antics (and the ones who know adult Jack from our other stories know it too :3) And he knows that he can rely on him when it comes to it.) Jack: "You're leaving? What about the Bond?" Vlad: "Jeb and Kiyoshi need me. They are broken too. I will feel it when it's due to charge the Bond."

Jack: "When you feel it Ji Ho already suffers. He has the deeper connection to the Bond. Don't let him beg for it. The intervals are always the same when you don't use it's magic. Just come here in time and do it." Vlad: "Uhm. Ok." Vlad and his foolish pride and reluctance. Luci had been bolder... And Ji Ho often said that he doesn't mind physical intimacy with Vlad.

Then it was time for Vlad to leave - to look after Jeb and Kiyoshi... He is hesitating.

And Jack took Saiwa inside to give them time to get their stuff together. Oh my, after all they already did with each other they still behave like this...

Vlad: "The Bond. I will be back before..." Ji Ho: "Ok."

They held on to each other a bit longer than usual. Maybe the Bond hates it to see them apart or maybe they will miss each other. Who knows?

Vlad left and Ji Ho went inside. Ji Ho: "Oh. He's already sleeping. I hope he changes his mind about Tiny Can. I could really need some help from a therapist. Even if it's only an AI." Jack: "An AI is even better! He knows everything and is always up to date with the latest research and discoveries! He must have scanned countless articles, diagnoses, therapy approaches, research papers... I'm so ready to try it and get stuff fixed in my furry brain."

They sighed and turned around to take in the view. And just across the river there was the stilt house they had admired a few weeks ago. Just the one Kiyoshi, Vlad and Jeb built is so much more beautiful. Because they built it with love 💞

'There's a message in the wild And I'm sending you this signal tonight You don't know how desperate I've become And it looks like I'm losing this fight

In your world I have no meaning Though I'm trying hard to understand And it's my heart that's breaking Down this long distance line tonight

But I ain't missing you at all Since you've been gone away I ain't missing you No matter what I might say'

Missing You - John Waite Link above leads to the MV on youtube

From the Beginning ~ Underwater Love ~ Latest 🕹️ 'Therapy Game' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

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cherryrainn · 6 months

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I hope this isn't a dumb request but can I request headcanons with a striker x fem reader that's queen bees daughter? She isn't a furry, this is like before she met vortex she had the kid, so the reader is like and imp but with bees features, I'm so sorry this is dumb I'm just wondered how this would turn out, btw Are you ok? Are you doing better?

━━ ✧ 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬/𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐳𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐛𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

─ ✩ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; striker x reader

─ ✩ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ; i had so much fun coming up with these! thank you!

─ ✩ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ; none

your introduction as the daughter of beelzebub didn't sit well with striker... at ALL. it seemed like you embodied everything he loathed about the royal elite.

despite his clear disinterest, you refused to be deterred. you were persistent, unapologetic about your royal status, and determined to prove that not all royals were cut from the same, arrogant cloth.

what intrigued striker, initially against his better judgment, was your unique blend of imp and bee-like features. it set you apart from the typical royals he despised.

as fate would have it, your paths crossed repeatedly. you found yourselves entangled in various chaotic situations, and striker begrudgingly admired your quick wit and resourcefulness.

the one thing that drew you together was your mutual disdain for the snobby royals that surrounded you. you'd exchange sarcastic quips and share stories of the infuriating antics of your fellow bluebloods.

over time, striker began to see that you were different from the other royals. you didn't want to flaunt your status; you wanted to be an equal. this notion was a revelation to him.

to avoid judgmental eyes and whispers of scandal, your meetings with striker were kept a closely guarded secret. you'd sneak away to hidden corners of hell, where you could be yourselves.

striker couldn't deny the connection that had formed between you two. your common ground of loathing the high-and-mighty royals created a unique bond that neither of you could easily dismiss.

as much as he wanted to maintain his tough exterior, striker couldn't help but respect your resilience. you'd carved out your own path in hell, and that was something he couldn't ignore.

striker was initially disgusted by your royal status, but your relentless pursuit piqued his curiosity.

your first date was unconventional, a moonlit rendezvous at the edge of a random forest. you shared stories and laughter by a campfire, and striker couldn't deny the attraction he felt.

your first kiss was spontaneous, under a sky filled with falling stars, and it left striker momentarily breathless.

he finally gave in to his feelings when you helped him take down a particularly troublesome target, and he realized he didn't want to hide his affection any longer.

striker never takes part in royal events or activities, but he respects your choices and supports you in whatever you do.

you've can't even manage to get him to attend some casual gatherings with friends and family. he'd never do that.

despite your differences, you and striker have found common ground and mutual respect, making your relationship stronger than ever.

#STRIKER #striker helluva boss #helluva boss striker #helluvaboss #helluva boss #striker x reader #helluva striker #headcanons #y/n #reader insert #x reader #ask #hcs #female reader #beelzebub #beelzebub helluva boss

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agaypanic · 6 days

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Can I request how the mbav characters would react id reader bit them and turned them? (with consent ofc)

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A/N: the scenario for these headcanons is that the characters asked to be turned, it’s not like a life or death situation like i did in that one rory fic. For their headcanons/scenarios, imagine that erica and rory got turned by you instead of jesse's cult

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Benny

Would probably be so stoked about it

He’s a wizard and a vampire ???

Thinks he’s the coolest mf ever now

“This is so cool,” Benny said, staring in the mirror at his lack of reflection. He waved his hand around in front of him, but the mirror showed no evidence of him being there.

“Glad you think so.” You say, silently laughing at your boyfriend’s antics.

“Hey!” Benny exclaimed, whipping around to look at you. “Do you think if I got scratched by a werewolf, I’d become, like, the ultimate supernatural creature?”

“I dunno.” You answer. “And frankly, I don’t really wanna find out. I think being a vampire wizard is enough for you, Bens.”

Benny pouted, looking back at the mirror.

“You know what sucks?” He asked, and you started to panic internally. You hoped Benny wasn’t having reservations or regrets about this, because there was no going back.

“What?”

“I’m gonna be young and hot forever now, and I can’t even look at myself.”

Rory

If you thought Rory was excitable and hyperactive before, oh boy

Sometimes, you regret turning him because he’s not very secretive about his new identity and activities

But he’s so happy and optimistic that you forget all your worries

Teaching him how to feed at first was a bit funny

“You got your squirrel?” You ask, looking at your boyfriend.

“Yeah.” He responded, looking at the furry creature.

“Okay, now sink your teeth in and drink.” You instruct, doing it first as an example. Rory watched you with both fascination and disgust.

“Gnarly.” He muttered to himself. After taking a deep breath, he copied your actions. When you were both done feeding, he took his mouth off the blood source and started to spit. “Gross!”

“What?” You looked at him, confused. “Rory, the blood’s supposed to taste good.”

“It does, but now I have fur in my mouth!”

Ethan

Ethan being Ethan, I feel like he’d be having a crisis the entire time

Both before and after the turning

It takes a lot of thinking and convincing for him to agree to it

And then afterward, he doesn’t necessarily regret it, but it takes a while for him to calm down

“Oh my god,” Ethan muttered, feeling his fangs with his fingers. All of his senses were heightened; he felt so different. “Oh my god.”

“How are you feeling?” You asked worriedly, laying a gentle hand on your boyfriend’s shoulder in hopes of grounding him.

“Different.” He answered, still tracing the points of his teeth.

“Good different or bad different?”

“Well… on the one hand, I’m pretty much invincible now, which is cool. And we’ll never have to worry about me getting older than you, or me dying. I’ll live forever.” Ethan nodded along with his reasons, before his eyes widened in realization. “But on the other hand, I’m gonna live forever! That’s, like, a really long time!”

“Okay, okay, okay.” You grabbed Ethan by the shoulders, making him face you. “That may be true, but we can take it one day at a time.”

Ethan nodded, seeming to calm down a bit. But then another thought crossed his mind.

“What if blood is gross?!”

“Oh my god, Ethan.”

Erica

Being the biggest Dusk fan, she immediately said yes when you suggested it

After she turned and realized she didn’t need glasses and had gotten more attractive, she was ecstatic

Her ego and confidence went through the roof

But you’re the only one allowed to even think about her pre-vampire self

“What are you nerds doing?” Erica asked as you approached Benny and Rory, who were dressed like they were about to go on a safari.

“We’re gonna go hunt vampires,” Rory answered excitedly. He looked like he was about to elaborate, but Benny interrupted him.

“Don’t call us nerds.” He said to Erica, rolling his eyes. “Before you were a smoking hot vampire, you were a mega nerd, remember?”

Erica hissed and bared her fangs at Benny, making him jump back in his seat in surprise. But she grabbed his shoulder so he couldn’t get away.

“Remind anyone of that again, and you’re toast.”

“Got it,” Benny said with an even but stiff tone. Erica grinned.

“Good.” When she let go of Benny and turned back to you, her fangs and yellow eyes were gone. “Come on, Y/n.”

You walked away from Benny and Rory, hand in hand. Out of earshot of anyone around, you looked up at Erica with a fond smile.

“I remember when you were a mega nerd,” you said, giggling as she huffed. “You were a cute nerd.”

“Shut up,” Erica said, rolling her eyes. But you managed to catch a glimpse of her small smile.

***

Benny Weir Taglist: @batmandallyboy

#agaypanic #benny weir #benny weir x reader #rory keaner x reader #rory keaner #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #erica jones x reader #erica jones #my babysitter's a vampire #my babysitter's a vampire x reader

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mediocre-daydreams · 2 years

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𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞

remus lupin x animagus!reader

𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 : 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚢, 𝚒 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠

summary: you check out a book about transformative creatures (ex. chameleon ghouls, kelpies, werewolves...) and remus corners you in the library.

notes: bit of swearing, reader refuses to be vulnerable, nobody knows about remus' furry problem yet so he's just "remus" and not moony (it's weird, i know)

w/c: 2.6k

･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

i’m like the water when your ship rolled in that night; rough on the surface, but you cut through like a knife

remus had a secret. no, it wasn’t that he was a werewolf. nor was about it the butterflies he got when you smiled at him. it was much worse.

remus lupin, proud bookworm and dedicated intellectual, was failing potions.

“you’re failing potions?” sirius’ mouth dropped in shock and he scrambled into a seated position from where he’d been lying across a common room couch. his open-mouthed expression was quickly replaced by racocious laughter. “remus lupin, failing?”

“it’s not funny,” remus grumbled. he flung an arm over his face to cover his eyes in annoyance. “it was one missed assignment-”

james looked at remus skeptically.

remus conceded with a sigh. “alright, i did screw up the erumpet potion-”

“screw up? you practically blew up the classroom!”

remus yelped at the new, loud voice. when did you arrive?

he must’ve said that last part aloud, because you laughed. “i came down the stairs a few minutes ago and saw you lot whining, and i’m sorry remmy, but you were right there and you know i can’t resist,” you pouted.

james smirked at your antics. “c’mere.” he patted his leg, inviting you to sit in his lap. “leave lupin alone, he’s all grumpy. i’m much more fun.”

you accepted james’ offer without hesitation. sitting sideways on his legs, he wrapped an arm around your back to prop you up. “as i was saying,” you reaffirmed, “that bloody potion got everywhere. and it was sticky! godric, i spent forever trying to get it out of my hair. marlene ended up kicking me out of the shower; that’s how long it took!”

sirius nodded. “even my artisan hair rejuvinating oils didn’t help! it was the most humiliating moment of my life, not even considering that fact that i smelled like erumpent horn for the rest of the day.”

you stole a glance at remus, who’s jaw was clenched. his foot was tapping rapidly on the floor, an indication of his discontent. you frowned. “aw, sorry rem. i didn’t mean to upset you. ‘m just teasing, that’s all.”

he looked up at you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “no, love, you didn’t upset me. ‘m just…” remus hesitated, not quite sure why he was upset in the first place. his eyes trailed from your guilty smile to james’ hand on the small of your back. “uh, just thinking about slughorn and the fit he had last friday. says he’s ‘disappointed’ in me, as if he were my father,” remus snorted. “i don’t care. it’s fine.”

it was obviously not fine. peter, comfortably perched on a velvet ottoman, chimed in. “maybe you could get a tutor?” peter glanced over at you. “you’re quite good at potions, aren’t you?”

all four heads turned towards to you and you pursed your lips, feeling put on the spot. “i- well, i suppose. but really, it’s all lily. i’m not that good, i swear. lily’s just a fantastic teacher.”

sirius rolled his eyes. “that's the biggest damn lie i’ve ever heard.”

james glared at sirius.

“not about lily, you git. about being bad at potions! i’ve seen you; you’ve got Os for everything. hey… you know what?” sirius looked at james and peter mischeviously. peter raised his eyebrows, silently indicating he understood. james looked lost. (but then again, james wasn’t very quick-witted in general.)

“remus, my friend, i think it’s time you find yourself a tutor!” sirius announced, not giving remus any say in the matter. “i have the perfect candidate in mind; in fact, she’s in this very room…”

sirius’ declaration was interrupted by your excited gasp. “lily! hello!”

“lily?” peter questioned. “you want… lily to tutor remus?”

the boys didn’t have time to say anything before you were off james’ lap and into lily’s arms, kissing her delicately on the cheek. remus’ foot started tapping again.

“lils! you’re just the person we were looking for. lupin needs a tutor for potions, are ya’ interested?”

you wrapped your hand around lily’s waist and she threw an arm over your shoulder. “of course! thanks for thinking of me!” she beamed at you, then turned to remus, who was puzzled. “we can figure out the details later, right remus? anyway, gotta run.”

remus nodded dazenly, and with another quick peck, lily was off to her room.

“what just happened?” peter mouthed to sirius. the latter shook his head with just as much confusion.

in lily’s absence, you came up behind remus once more, placing two gentle hands on his shoulders. leaning in closer, you lowered your voice to a whisper. “hey, no need to fret over potions. or lily, or tutoring. you’re smart, remus. everyone has off terms sometimes.”

remus swivelled his head around to look at you, only to find that your face was much closer to his than he’d expected. he gulped, hoping he looked collected. he was the type of boy who was easily flustered around girls. especially pretty girls that he found endearing and friendly—or so he considered himself to be.

“i’m not upset about potions, promise. why’d you think that?”

“you’re tapping your foot. you always tap your foot when something’s wrong,” you noted casually, as if it were a basic fact that everybody knew.

“o- oh. i didn’t even realize,” he chuckled, stilling his feet.

“it’s hard not to notice. you’ve got really long legs.”

that was true. remus was the tallest of all the marauders. it was a little awkward sometimes when you stood right next to him—not to mention, painful for your neck!

you clapped your hands decisively, startling your friends. “alright, i’m off to the library! i’m meeting lily there and i don’t want to keep her waiting.” with that, you bounced merrily out the portrait door, leaving the remaining marauders stunned by the fast-paced series of events that had just played out.

you and lily had been inseparable since first year. well, there was a bit of a sore spot in your friendship when it came to snape, but you trusted lily’s judgement, despite your personal perceptions of the greasy slimeball slytherin. the two of you were both muggle-born with a love for learning—how couldn’t you? thrust into a magical world at 11, you and her knew immediately that you’d spend the next seven years at hogwarts learning everything there was to learn about the wizarding world.

at the moment, you were particularly interested in care of magical creatures. professor kettleburn’s classes were always exciting, and these days you’d find yourself wandering about the library and combing through the selection of books on magical creatures. honestly, you found all of them curious and enchanting, even beautiful. (with the exception of lethifolds, which were like dementors with an affinity for human flesh. you’d had one too many nightmares about being eaten alive to want to read more.)

“remus?” you were taken aback by the tall figure which had appeared by your side. “what- hi! what are y’doing here? not that you can’t be in the library, of course, i’m just…” you shook your head, cursing yourself for your stumbling words. “i was just caught off guard, s’all.”

remus grinned crookedly at you, leaning his back against a bookshelf and crossing his arms. he looked up at the ceiling, still looking content. “actually, i wanted to see if you wanted to be my tutor?”

you quirked your head. placing your hand on his elbow to catch his attention. he turned to you, brown eyes crinkled in a soft smile, and you already knew there was no way you could refuse him.

remus shivered imperceptibly from your touch, so subtly that he wasn’t even sure if it had happened. “lily’s lovely and all, but i thought that maybe… you could help me with potions and i could help you with care of magical creatures? not that you need help- just that i’m… uh, experienced in the subject and i know you’re interested, so…” remus trailed off quietly.

hidden beneath the invisibility cloak and tucked behind a nearby bookshelf, james, sirius, and peter sniggered under their breaths. peter elbowed james, who was getting noisy. sirius looked at him appreciatively.

you stared at remus straightfaced, before breaking out into a fantastic beam. “i’d love that! and you’re so clever, rem,. it’ll be so much fun!” you patted his bicep affectionately. “i’m- wow, i didn’t realize that you knew i liked magical creatures!” you huffed, impressed. “i was actually going to check out a book before you came, it’s that one up there,” you pointed to a book high up on the shelf. “it’s about transformational creatures; y’know, chameleon ghouls, kelpies, werewolves…”

remus choked.

“are you okay, remus? y’seem a little on edge today.”

remus smiled tightly. “yeah, ‘m alright, thanks. here, let me help you…” moving off the bookshelf, he tilted his head to examine the books. you stood by his side, admiring the way his slender fingers skimmed the spines of the books. without realizing it, you and remus’ bodies had come very close to each other. so close, in fact, that your knuckles brushed over the small stretch of skin that’d become exposed as he reached for your book. your face heated.

remus felt something tickle his skin, and never had he felt more relieved that his scars covered his body but not over his lower abdomen. he held your book in his hand triumphantly and turned to give it to you, but you weren’t there. he looked around.

“down here,” you squeaked. remus had, in his concentrated state, hovered over you and trapped you against the bookshelf. his eyes widened and he scrambled backwards, apologizing profusely.

“ah, it’s all good!” you reassured, knowing that you were not all good. your heart was beating a little too fast to be considered an appropriate reaction.

remus cleared his throat. “so… where’d lily go?”

“oh, she’s with mcgonagall. something or another about; well, i can’t remember. you know how she is, always in a hurry.”

remus nodded deeply, not saying much. the two of you stood wordlessly between the bookshelves for a few beats before you bounced on the heels of your feet. “well, it was nice seeing you around, rem!” clutching the book to your chest, you spun around and headed towards madam pince’s desk, praying for an out.

by the time you’d checked out, remus was gone. you were in no rush as you packed your satchel, rolling up your parchment and wiping the ink off your quill. humming happily to yourself, you pranced down the corridors to the gryffindor dormitories. you waved to a few friends along the way; you were popular in your own right. even before you’d been absorbed into the tight-knit group that was the marauders, you had plenty of friends. being surrounded by the most charismatic, handsome, and enchantingly intelligent boys in school only enhanced that.

remus, who’d made it back to the common room before you, was the subject of torment once again. james pitched his voice up in a poor imitation of yours. “oh remmy, you’re so clever! it’ll be so fun, rem!”

sirius lowered his voice to play remus’ character. “oh love, let me help you! let me make horrible small talk, while i’m at it! where’s lily?”

peter snorted. remus buried his face in his hands. he was sitting on the ground with his elbows propped on his knees; he looked like a little bundle of embarrassment.

“what? i don’t- you lot are so- i don’t even know what you’re trying to suggest.” remus exasperated.

“no wonder you’re failing potions, remus. you’ve gone daft!” peter laughed.

“blinder than james, i say!” sirius cheered.

“hey!” james protested with no real offense. “i have to admit, bashfulness is a good look on you, lupin. well, it’s not. but it’s entertaining for me, which makes it good in my book.”

“our boy’s finally found a pretty bird to settle down with, eh?” sirius threw his entire body weight at remus, who faltered before crashing into the ground, taking sirius with him. “couldn’t be me. i’m a bachelor by nature! what’s life about if not good food and fucks, amirite?”

remus looked at sirius, scowling. “don’t talk about her- people like that.”

peter said nothing, only waggled his eyebrows at sirius.

“for someone teaching me about the drought of peace, you don’t seem very peaceful.” remus sat on top of his bed, watching as you flipped through pages of detailed notes and compared them to textbook diagrams.

you lifted yourself from your position; you were lying on your stomach with your head resting in one hand. you forced a smile. “sorry. just tired, i guess.” that was a lie, of course. tired people didn’t usually tremble and sniff. you’d been cracking your knuckles all night. that confirmed remus’ suspicions.

“i don’t think so,” remus sighed, closing the textbook. you jumped as the pages clapped together.

“wait, this one’s difficult! it’ll be on the exams, i’m sure, and the mandrake can be hard to handle… it can be dangerous, even, so we should probably just go back to studying-”

“no, don’t- you don’t have to pretend with me, i can tell that there’s something-”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you answered slowly. “there’s nothing. it’s nothing.” as quickly as your voice had dropped, your face blossomed into its usual cheeriness. “thank you, though. i appreciate your concern.”

you returned your attention to the notes. “so, the potion will go through a series of color transformations, which is how you’ll know you’re brewing it correctly…”

“moonstone until purple, simmer until pink, syrup of hellebore until turquoise, shake the stewed mandrake and add until red—yes, i know.”

you looked up at him in surprise. “you know your stuff!” you swatted his knee playfully. “you don’t need my help at all! i dunno what slughorn’s on about.”

“perhaps you’re just a better teacher than he is,” remus grinned. however, his positive demeanor faded when he saw you return to your knuckle-cracking. taking your fidgety hands in his steady, large ones, he coaxed your fingers still until they relaxed entirely in his grasp.

“thanks, rem.” you sighed, resisting the urge to pull your hands from his. you were unfamiliar with being comforted. you were always the one doing the comforting.

“love, i know you don’t… i swear, this’ll be the last time i ask. i just- i know there’s something unwell. you’ve been wiggling around all day; you only do that when you’re having trouble. what is it, love? please, just talk to me. i hate seeing you like this.”

you had enough. tearing your hands from his hold, you glowered. “i told you, there’s nothing wrong! and even if there was—which there isn’t—i wouldn’t tell you.”

remus looked hurt.

“i don’t talk about… that kind of stuff, period. don’t take it personally,” you snapped. you smoothed your uniform self-conciously before donned yet another wobbly smile. “sorry, rem. i can get cranky when i’m tired. i think i’ll head to bed, but we can work on this another time?” you didn’t give remus a chance to respond before hurrying out of his dorm, abandoning your notes and textbook on his bed.

as soon as the door shut, remus heard a loud huff. moments after, your normal chirpy voice had returned, gushing compliments to marlene and dorcas. whatever was wrong, remus hoped he wasn’t the cause. but in that case, what was? ･ﾟ⋆☾*･ﾟ.・。.*゜✭・･ﾟ✫・⋆。.

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littlemisspascal · 1 year

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Rockford & Roan Pt. 3

Pairing: Tim Rockford x Female Reader/OFC ‘Roan’

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: "I’m an empath, not a mind reader. If you really want there to be no secrets between us then we’ve got to start actually talking to each other. Beginning with why the hell you have a murder map in your office.”

Rating: T

Warnings: Language, Reader has a dog, Reader has military background, Superpower AU, They Were Roommates AU, self-esteem issues, soulmates-ish, original characters, worldbuilding, references of dead bodies + suicide

- Reader has no first name and no physical traits described in detail except for being shorter than Rockford

Author Note: Thank you so so much for all the kind support 💗

Special thanks to @beecastle for beta reading and encouraging me 💜💜💜

Series Masterlist

The Office

You’re spitting the last remnants of toothpaste from your mouth when Banjo shoots down the hallway, a brown blur in your peripheral. Last you’d seen him, a mere few minutes ago, he was curled up on his memory foam bed in your room, ready to retire for the night. You stick your head out the doorway, wondering what’s got him riled up.

The little mutt sits outside Rockford’s office, pawing at the wooden door. Since moving in, the two have developed a close bond of their own (although you have a sneaking suspicion based on the crumbs you keep finding in Banjo’s beard, treats from the bakery below might be at least partly responsible), and it isn’t unusual to find Rockford lying on the living room floor scratching the dog’s belly or carrying him around like a small, furry child.

“He’s gone, bud,” you tell Banjo, a sympathetic frown on your lips. Despite the light beneath the closed office door, you’d heard Rockford leave the apartment shortly after you slipped into your pajamas. He didn’t say anything. Didn’t need to either. The slamming of the front door was enough of a clear indicator he wasn’t coming back anytime soon.

A twinge of something sharp pulls at your chest, sour on the back of your tongue, but you shove it down. Banjo’s still pawing insistently, softly whining even as you draw closer with a disapproving tutting sound.

“There’s nobody in there, Banjo. C’mon, it’s bedtime. Let’s go to sleep, lil doggy.”

Usually Banjo’s well-behaved, following basic commands without issue, but every once in a while his stubbornness rivals a fence post, refusing to comply until you give in to his wanting.

Exhaling a quiet sigh, you reach for the knob, anticipating it to be locked so then Banjo will see nothing else can be done.

Except the knob twists in your grip with ease.

Huh. You blink dumbly at your hand for a second, then make the mistake of looking down at Banjo’s body wiggling with excitement, tongue lolling. Great, you heave another sigh, knowing he won’t let you sleep until he sees inside.

Still, you hesitate to open the door. You’ve never been in Rockford’s office, never wanted to interfere with whatever it was he was working on. It feels like an invasion of privacy to go in when he’s not home. But…You bite your lip, curiosity prickling in the back of your mind. A little peek wouldn’t hurt anybody. For the sake of your sleep schedule, you have to prove Rockford isn’t there.

The hinges elicit a squeaky groan as you push the door open. Banjo takes advantage of the smallest of gaps to beat you into the room, too impatient to wait for your cue.

Maybe that’s why you’re slow to register what’s on the pinboard at first. Eyes too busy sweeping the floor for Banjo, finding him snuffling at the edges of Rockford’s roll top desk as if the oakwood and scattered documents provided the answers to Rockford’s whereabouts. You shake your head at the scene, endlessly amused at both your little mutt’s antics and your roommate’s inability to keep his personal items tidy.

Well, that’s not exactly fair, you reassess your opinion while taking in more of the office. There are still too many books than the shelves will allow, piled up in a tilting stack one heavy sigh away from toppling over, and there’s a family of dust bunnies beneath his leather chair—but the pinboard with its crisscrossing red strings connecting article clippings to sticky notes and crime scene polaroids of dead bodies is proof Rockford can be organized.

It’s also proof there’s still a helluva lot left to learn about him.

Your mouth goes dry, thoughts tripping over themselves and smacking around the inside of your skull in their mad attempt of providing a logical explanation of what the hell this thing is. Because it looks like an evidence board, like a prop straight out of a police drama with photos of actors and fake blood for the sake of fictional storylines.

Except everything on this pinboard is real. You don’t need Rockford’s confirmation to be certain—you’ve seen enough dead bodies to disturb your sleep for decades, immediately recognize the dim lifelessness in their eyes with one look. Like a burnt out bulb. There’s no faking that.

And being real makes the question why this pinboard’s in his office all the more unsettling to wonder.

You don’t know how long you stand there, looking between the disturbing newspaper reports detailing a string of suicides unfolding sporadically throughout the city over the last eight months and the even more disturbing photos of the victims. Could be minutes, could be hours. Banjo sits by your leg, yawning, but you can’t bring yourself to tear your gaze away, unable to make sense of Rockford’s scribblings on pink and yellow sticky notes.

It’s not the handwriting itself—in comparison to Dr. Odair, Rockford’s got the penmanship of a god, every stroke precise and purposeful—but rather, his staunch belief that there’s a connection to be found linking all the incidents together despite the total lack of evidence suggesting one exists.

Just when you think the man can’t get any more strange…

The sound of the front door opening yanks you out of your thoughts. Banjo barks happily, racing out the open door to greet Rockford, and you can feel the precise moment your roommate realizes where the dog has come from, that his office door is now open. You expect the ping of surprise, but what you don’t expect is the easy wave of acceptance following afterwards. There’s not even the faintest buzz of annoyance at breaching his privacy.

His footsteps draw closer, murmuring quietly to Banjo about it being past the pup’s bedtime. Your hands subconsciously curl into fists, tension digging into the meat of your shoulders in defiance of the calm mood. You’re self-aware enough to know you can’t go to sleep without answers, can’t pretend you’re not freaked out by the pinboard and all its darkness.

Swallowing thickly, you turn to face the doorway.

You have to know the truth.

And the only person who can provide it has just walked into the room, brown eyes bright and crinkling as he laughs at your dog.

The Truth

“I’m surprised to see you’re both still awake,” Rockford says in lieu of greeting, toeing off his shoes and kicking them in the direction of his desk.

You’re thrown off by the neon glow of his yellow socks. Are they always such bright colors? Seriously, they could be used to land planes. “...what?”

“Usually you’re out like a light by ten thirty.” There’s a ripple of something then, bright and tactile, rubbing up against your mind-gift like an overly affectionate animal. It’s gone before you can determine its name, vanishing in the wake of a sudden spike of concern so intense it grates against your nerves, pushing the air out of your lungs. “Did something happen while I was out?”

You watch his eyes dart about the office, lines of mild alarm creasing his forehead. Your shoulders remain tense, awaiting an outburst from the man about sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong, but when his gaze finally locks onto yours all you can see, all you can feel is concern.

“Roan,” he prompts, clearly worried by your lack of response.

“I was getting ready for bed, but then Banjo decided he couldn’t rest without seeing you one last time. He thought you were in here and I knew you weren’t but still–” you flap a hand at the dog, silently conveying he’s a stubborn little furball. The same hand then awkwardly scratches at the back of your neck, fighting back a grimace as you continue, “And well, the door wasn’t locked so–”

“It’s never locked,” Rockford interjects, frowning now.

Your mouth hangs open for a beat, searching for words before at last managing a quiet, “Oh.”

One of his eyebrows lifts, a perfect arch expressing the confusion you sense muddying the waters of his mindscape.

“You did know that, didn’t you?” he asks the question slowly. Asks it like he already knows the answer and is dreading hearing it confirmed.

You clear your throat, gaze briefly dropping towards his socks again. “Not really, no.”

“Oh,” he echoes, brown eyes losing some of their shine. “Really? I thought you…” he shakes his head, cutting himself off. “Doesn’t matter what I thought. What matters is you know now, my office has never been and never will be off limits to you or Banjo.”

“Are you always this open with people?”

“Not with people, no. Just you.”

“Because we’re matched?”

He nods. “Way I figure it, if we really are two halves of the same whole, then it doesn’t make much sense keeping secrets.”

That elicits a scoff before you can stop yourself. “Uh-huh, right.” You point an accusing finger at the pinboard. “Then at what point were you going to bring that up?”

He glances at it, brow furrowing. “You mean my murder map?”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Did you seriously just call it your murder map? What the hell?”

“I don’t understand why you’re upset.” Rockford’s head tilts, eyeing you up and down. “Unless…” Realization sparks and fizzles followed by a sheepish look crossing his face. “Unless this is something else I never mentioned before?”

“No, Rockford,” the pitch of your voice borders on shrill causing him to flinch, “owning a fucking murder map never came up!” You force yourself to take a deep breath, cooling some of the fire prickling along your skin. “I’m an empath, not a mind reader. If you really want there to be no secrets between us then we’ve got to start actually talking to each other. Beginning with why the hell you have a murder map in your office.”

A long, painful pause follows.

You hate it, but you’re not going to be the one to break it. You’ve spoken enough, now the ball’s in his court. Except he’s just looking at you, mood so torturously still. Every second ticks by at a snail’s pace, and something an awful lot like panic is squeezing your heart, and you start to think you’ve screwed everything up, pushed too hard, crossed a line that can’t be forgiven–

Rockford moves closer, looking you straight in the eye, nearly toe to toe, and you try your best not to shrink. “You’re right,” he says at last, a quiet confession wrapping around you like a warm blanket. “For as much as we talk, we rarely actually…talk. And that’s my fault. I’ve been on my own for a long time. Long enough I’ve forgotten how to be known by someone else.”

It takes a second or two to remember how to make your lips move, how to form words. “I–” you take a breath, and try again. It has to be just right for him to understand. “This is all new territory for me too. We both have room for improvement.”

He cracks a wry smile at that, inclining his head close enough to note a smattering of freckles across the bridge of his nose. “Two halves of the same whole, yeah?”

Some of the tension drains from your frame, offering him a small, crooked grin of your own.

“To answer your earlier question about why I have a murder map,” Rockford continues, stepping around you to gently run a finger along one of the red strings, pausing at the end where a thumbtack holds a photo of an alleyway in place. “I’m a consulting detective.”

“A…consulting detective?” you repeat confusedly. You’ve never heard of such a job. Your eyes narrow, a bit shrewd, and start to ask, “Is that even–?”

“Yes, it’s a real job.” He rolls his eyes with a huff, apparently having heard such skepticism before. “When the police struggle putting together the pieces of a particular case, they call me to help solve it. My gift, it enables me to perceive things others miss.”

“Is that how you knew about me?” you ask, thinking back to your first meeting.

“No, Banjo’s quite the chatterbox,” he says, snickering when the mutt’s ears lift at the mention of his name.

It’s your turn to roll your eyes, finding it funny how Rockford failed to mention his terrible sense of humor as one of his annoying traits. Hilarious, really.

Correctly sensing you’re not in a mood for jokes, he sobers up quickly, expression settling back into a serious one. “When we first met, I asked you if you were a psychic or empath? These mind-gifts tend to be hypersensitive when they’re unstable and in need of a match. This also sometimes results in them zoning out when triggered by somebody, such as a total stranger in the middle of the library. From there it was easy to deduce you had to have one of the two.”

“And the rest?”

“The way you stand, shoulders back and spine straight, never quite able to fully relax, that told me military,” he says decisively. “There’s no ring on your finger and you didn’t automatically turn down my offer of living together—meaning there was no current romantic partner or roommate you’d have to check with. No close family nearby either or you’d be living with them because it’s common knowledge empaths suffer when in solitude. You also would have hesitated if you’d merely been on leave, reluctant to change your living situation so drastically before returning to combat, so I knew you must’ve been discharged then.”

“You knew about my psychologist too,” you murmur, head swimming.

“A discharged soldier in Fox Leap with a mind-gift lacking a match?” He crosses his arms loosely over his chest, shrugging. “Wasn’t that big of a logical jump to make that you’d experienced a lapse of control. Happens to about thirty or so soldiers a year, majority of those possessing mind-gifts. Dr. Odair’s practically the first number on the military’s speed dial, of course they’d send you to her.”

Your lips purse. Put like that, it really is an easy jump to make.

“And from the reviews I’ve read, Dr. Odair deserves her prestigious reputation. Her coping techniques and methods are top notch, but the best treatment an unstable gift needs is to find its match. She would have informed you of this during your very first session.” Rockford’s on a roll now, words loud in the otherwise silent atmosphere of the office. “In the military, events unfold fast. Battles to be won, tasks to be completed. You would have started looking immediately, intent to find what was yours. However, you ended up adopting a pet, an emotional creature—that says your lack of results was beginning to wear on you. If you couldn’t find your match, at least you had a substitute for your mind-gift to bond with...”

He trails off after a glance at your face, mouth shutting with an audible noise, and you honestly have no idea what expression you’re even making. You don’t have any idea where your thoughts are either, they just seem to be floating aimlessly around in your brain.

You aren’t sure what you expected from Rockford, but it definitely hadn’t been this—a detailed breakdown of his gift’s assessment of you, like you weren’t a person anymore but one of the crossword puzzles he solves every morning. 1 Across: friendless. 5 Down: at wits’ end. Bonus Word: goodbye emotional privacy.

He knew all of that, all your flaws, all your issues, and still he offered you a home. Even as your match, there was no requirement to live together. No law forcing him to eat breakfast with you every morning or buy treats for Banjo or give you open access to his emotions. That was all Rockford.

“You,” you say at last, and something interesting happens in the pause between words. Rockford stiffens, watching you closely, tremors of apprehension he can’t quite fully suppress rattling your mind-gift. “...are amazing.”

Rockford’s eyes widen, looking—and feeling—abruptly dumbstruck. “Really?”

“Really really,” you confirm. A shadow of apprehension persists though, a black cloud you’d like to wipe from his beautiful mindscape forever. “What’s wrong?”

“Amazing isn’t what people normally say when I use my gift on them.”

“What do they normally say?”

The corner of his mouth curls up, a tiny, rueful thing that doesn’t suit his handsome face at all. “Fuck off.”

And it’s funny, the strange way such a mean response makes him even more endearing to you. But it’s something so personally relatable, another link in the chain binding you to one another.

“Idiots,” you say after a beat, pleased at the snort of amusement it garners. “Their loss is my gain.”

“I’m glad it was you, too, Roan,” Rockford replies, and there’s not a single spot of darkness staining his mood. Just ocean waves and sunshine as far as your mind-gift can reach—and a hint, the faintest of traces of that unnamed feeling from before.

Something soft. Something fond.

Something you could feel everyday for the rest of your life and it still wouldn’t be enough.

Maybe that’s why it’s so easy for you to say, “So are you gonna tell me what’s up with this case or not?”

#tim rockford #tim rockford fanfic #tim rockford x ofc #tim rockford x you #tim rockford x reader #pedrostories #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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A Furry Surprise

➥ summary : Mitsuo Kumatani and his girlfriend plan to adopt

➥ a/n : I like how calm and collected he is and after learning why he quit his last job I knew I had to make a fic about it, enjoy :)

➥ Mitsuo Kumatani x reader, Life Lessons With Uramichi Oniisan x reader

It was a typical afternoon break at the TV studio, and Mitsuo Kumatani found a quiet corner to have a phone call with his girlfriend, (Y/n). They had been discussing something important and close to their hearts - adoption. Little did Mitsuo know that their conversation would soon become a source of amusement for their co-workers.

•••

As Mitsuo spoke with (Y/n), he couldn't help but feel excited about the prospect of adopting a new addition to their little family. He had always loved animals, and so did (Y/n). They had recently found a tiny kitten outside their apartment building, and ever since, they had been considering giving it a forever home.

Unbeknownst to them, some of their co-workers were sitting nearby and couldn't help but overhear bits of their conversation. They heard Mitsuo talking about "adopting" and "the baby," and their minds naturally went to the conclusion that the couple was planning to adopt a human baby.

When Mitsuo hung up the phone, his co-workers couldn't contain their curiosity. Akiyama, one of his close friends, couldn't help but tease him, "Mitsuo, are congratulations in order? Did you and (Y/n) finally decide to adopt a baby?"

Mitsuo laughed, not realizing the misunderstanding that had occurred. "Oh, um, not exactly," he replied, his eyes sparkling with a secret.

Mitsuo's co-workers exchanged amused glances, convinced that they had hit the mark with their assumption. As the day continued, the rumors of Mitsuo and (Y/n) planning to adopt a baby spread throughout the studio, causing excitement and chatter among their colleagues.

A few days later, Mitsuo arrived at work, carrying a folder full of paperwork. His co-workers congratulated him and asked if they could see pictures of the baby. Mitsuo couldn't help but chuckle at the confusion.

"Actually, it's not a baby," Mitsuo revealed with a smile. "We adopted a little kitten we found outside our apartment building. Her name is Shine."

The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into laughter and surprise. "A kitten?" someone exclaimed.

"Aww, that's adorable!" another co-worker cooed.

Mitsuo nodded, showing them pictures of the fluffy little feline, her bright eyes and playful antics filling the screen of his phone.

"What made you choose the name 'Shine'?" Kaori, another co-worker, asked with a smile.

Mitsuo's eyes softened as he explained, "We decided on 'Shine' because she's the little light that entered our lives. She's brought so much joy and happiness to us."

As Mitsuo continued to share anecdotes about Shine's mischievous behavior and heartwarming moments, (Y/n) walked around the corner, holding a tiny kitten who peeked curiously out of her purse. "Everyone, meet our baby, Shine!" she said with a smile.

The co-workers gathered around, marveling at the adorable sight of the tiny kitten. Mitsuo and (Y/n) explained how they found Shine outside their apartment, and how they couldn't resist giving her a loving home.

"We're so happy to have her in our lives," (Y/n) said, stroking the kitten's soft fur.

The studio was filled with laughter and joy as everyone welcomed Shine into their extended work family. Mitsuo and (Y/n) felt grateful for the support and love they received from their co-workers, who couldn't get enough of their newest furry addition.

From that day on, Shine became a beloved and cherished member of the TV studio, bringing smiles and warmth to everyone she encountered. And for Mitsuo and (Y/n), their decision to adopt her was a reminder of the little light that had entered their lives, illuminating their days with love, laughter, and the joy of sharing their journey with their new furry friend.

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poppyandzena · 6 months

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This part of the video you archived caught my attention, 5:45. Poppy basically plays semantics to try and clear herself of abuse allegations. The definition she provided is a form of financial abuse, but it’s by no means the only type of financial abuse. Just because the victim has access to their funds, doesn’t mean they aren’t being financially abused. As a therapist, she fucking knows this.

Poppy also completely brushes over how her child wrote a letter of abuse allegations against her and Zena and yet is completely baffled when said child escapes and cuts off all contact. If your response to your child writing an entire letter detailing abuse from you and your partner is to go "nuh-uh, our reciepts say otherwise" instead of self-reflecting, then you're a horrible parent. I'm so fucking glad this child is not blood related to her.

Notice how Poppy also doesn't mention the child accessed any of HER funds, just their own trust fund they're entitled to and the COVID relief. As an adult, Poppy's kid, whom I'll call A from now on, would have received a little over 2k cumulatively their own from the relief checks.

I've done some surface level research. If I'm correct, A went to college after high school. COVID happened right in the middle of their college attendance, and then they graduated in 2022. As a recent graduate, getting as job has been FUCKING DIFFICULT in a post-COVID world, and it would have been difficult for A to get a job while balancing their college classes.

Poppy is lying by omission when she says the trust fund was for college and it was drained, implying A never went to college. They did. They also had to deal with Poppy and Zena's pitiful antics prior and post graduation.

"[A] would cry at just the right decible on purpose for me to dissociate." Way to invalidate your child's distress, you fucking cretin. You're not the only one in the world with triggers and mental health issues. To imply that the mere EXISTENCE of A's upset is a purposeful manipulation to make YOU suffer is so self-centered that the irony of you admitting to being terrified of patients with NPD is a fucking self-report.

Spoiled children who aren't abused don't devise a secret escape plan to leave you. It's much easier to soak up mommy's money if they really are the petulant, manipulative child you try to make them out to be. I have every right to believe A when they went out of their way to put a spotlight to your abuse, TO YOUR ADMITTANCE, and then escape when they realized you most likely give more of a shit about incest furry porn and your dead channel than about the emotional welfare of your child.

#poppy #poppy and zena #zena and poppy #zena #ladydiabolique #poppy diabolique #poppy & zena #zenaandpoppyonyoutube

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mgarmagedon · 6 months

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Very important question for your ships, but it’s not “who’s red and who’s blue”, it’s “Who dresses up as the saucy woman when going undercover at a couple’s party and who dresses up as the man exhausted with his ‘wife’s’ antics?”

Yes, and this sassy women are usually Sideswipe and Bumblebee XDDDDD

Steeljaw is sassy wife for whole furry power ranger squad XD

AND MAYBE EVEN DRIFT IS ONE IN SECRET

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darling-devils-advocate · 1 month

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Under the Veil of Darkness Au Guide

This post contains spoilers for the fic being written on Ao3! Read with caution. More info and art will be added as it’s developed.

Story

In the 1970’s, Joey Drew, a kind man filled with dreams, dabbled in the occult to bring the brain child of him and Henry to life. Bendy was the first toon to be created. He was perfect in every way. The only problem was that he’d need a place to stay after hours. Sammy decided to volunteer himself to be Bendy’s caregiver.

Since that day, he’s seen a side of Bendy that the toon has shown no one else. Later on, the musician finally confront the toon about it and finally receives confirmation that Bendy is in fact a demon simply playing a character.

Sammy, blinded by awe, makes the mistake of trusting the demon and becomes his unwilling servant. Over time, lots of blood of blood split and ink drank, the Ink Demon corrupts Sammy’s mind, turning him into a blood thirsty fanatic willing to do everything asked of him.

The Ink Demon turns the studio into his playhouse to terrorize all the lovely little souls trapped inside. It truly is a Hell on Earth.

Characters

Sammy Lawrence: 43, 6’1, he/him

Sammy is the living definition of a tourtured artist. As much as he may hide it under thick layers of sarcasm, rudeness and pessimism, he suffers with depression, trust issues and a touch of ocd. Sammy pushes everyone away and keeps to himself as much as he can either by spitting insults or out right telling them to leave him alone.

Despite his prickly exterior, there have been a handful that manage to get to his soft inside. He’ll never let anyone else in.

Joey Drew: 65, 5’9, he/him

Joey’s a jolly old man filled with nothing but kindness and generosity for others. His biggest dream was to bring smiles to as many people as possible through something he created. With the help of his best friend, Henry, he did just that and loves every second of it. Joey believes there's good in everyone and is very forgiving. He's the equivalent to a old golden retriever with lots of money to spare and a few dark secrets kept locked away.

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Henry Stein: 64, 5'11, he/him

Henry is a soft soul with the patience of a saint. He's the first to offer words of wisdom and console those who need it. He's very easygoing, preferring to let things roll off his back and enjoy the moment rather than hold grudges or onto the past. Ever since he moved to California with Linda, he became the outdoorsy type and spends most of his time out in nature.

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Bendy: ???, 3'5, he/him

This little prankster adores getting up to no good and having all eyes on him. Nothing beats telling lies, pitting people against each other and watching chaos unfold! Bendy is like a mischievous little cat running around just waiting for the perfect moment to bother you and skitter away after the deed has been done. Sometimes, his antics can feel like they're just a tad bit malicious... Keep a spray bottle on hand around him.

Boris the Wolf: ???, 4'5, he/him

Boris is the goodest of boys you could ever ask for. There's not a single bad bone in his furry body, he could never bring himself to hurt a fly. For a wolf, he's more cowardly than he'd like to admit but he tries his hardest to be brave for his friends. Boris doesn't speak as much as the other toons does. He's perfectly happy tagging along with them and playing his clarinet.

Alice Angel: ???, 4'2, she/her

Just like her name, Alice is just as kind as an angel. She's very polite and loves to help others whenever she can. Even with her angel status, even she can't help but get up to no good sometimes. She prides herself on her looks and neatness, unlike a certain imp running around the studio. While she gets along with everyone just fine, Bendy brings out the worst in her sometimes.

A demon and his creations

The Ink Demon (Malice): ???, 7'2 (11'4 as beast), he/it

The true face of the studio's beloved star. Free from having to act like a cartoon, the demon's thirst for blood and violence can finally shine through. Malice thrives on entertainment and gore, stopping at nothing to get what he wants. He has no regard for the emotions of others (aside from Sammy) unless he can use it against them. He's arrogant, selfish and dramatic as all hell.

Everything is a game to him and he is the one in control of it.

The Prophet (aka The Reaper) ???, 7'1, he/it

This creature is the husk of what Sammy used to be, driven mad with the demon's whispers and finally swept into the loving embrace of ink. Due to 'circumstances', the Prophet's frontal and parietal lobes were severely damaged to the point where rebirth could not fully fix it. Because of this along with his fanaticism, he's highly unstable and dangerous to be around, even to his own kind. He's unpredictable and violent.

Parts of who he used to be still linger underneath his new, blessed skin.

The Angel: ???, 5'10, she/it

Bendy hated Alice so he took what she loved most about herself. Faceless and horrific, the Angel resides in the lower floors of the studio guiding innocents deeper into the depths. Despite being remade in the Ink Demon's design, she is the least hostile out of his creations. There is one thing that sets her apart from the rest, she just has to be reminded of it.

Something is familiar about her title, she just doesn't know why.

The Wolf: ???, 4'11 at shoulder, it/its

Boris was never a real wolf. Too cowardly, too sweet, too gentle. Malice corrected him, turning him into a massive, hulking beast of a wolf. Everything that made Boris himself his completely stripped away. Well, aside from the obedience

Relationships

Joey was a married man (at the time) with a kid that picked up Sammy off the street one day and fell in love with him. He'd actively court him and managed to bed him multiple times behind his wife's back. Sammy would sometimes flirt back but he'd never return the affection.

Sammy met Henry through Joey and very, very slowly developed a crush on him. Henry never noticed but Joey did. The musician never made any advances or purposely showed interest in pursuing him, especially since he was married. After Henry Moved, Sam cut himself off from considering romance. Joey never stopped trying to court him even after his divorce.

Henry was stuck in the middle of the mess, not interested in either side. He's perfectly happy with Linda.

With the Ink Demon in the picture, Sammy's fanaticism and reverence turned into love. He's subtle with it and goes only as fast as he's allowed to since he's aware Malice doesn't understand some emotions well and tends to shut himself off or lashes out when it comes to experiencing them.

The Ink Demon himself rejects all feelings love and passes them off as just being possessive over his things. Although there are moments where he allows himself to be tender with Sammy, they are often followed up with hurting him (biting, scratching) to make it seem like he isn't displaying affection. Even a demon like him can deny his feelings for so long.

Both sides come to a boiling point and finally tear into each other. Their dynamic and behavior towards each other doesn't change aside from allowing more affection and nights together.

Depths of the Ink

There are many creatures dwelling in the ink waiting for their next meal, including the ink itself. Something once used to create art is used as a weapon.

Widows are one of the smallest beasts to come from the depths. The queen lays eggs in clutches of 20-30 twice a day, they hatch within minutes of being laid. Each clutch contains a very small number of special eggs containing an infection brewed by the Ink Demon himself. The regular widows are no real threats that can easily be taken care of. The ones carrying the infection are a different story. A single puncturing bite is all it takes to spread it to the host. After infecting someone, it can no longer spread it and it will die within hours of the bite.

Immediately after being bitten, the site will be inflamed and painful. Hours after is when it starts to ooze a deep red, almost black liquid and veins become visible around it. The host will start to feel like they have the beginning of a fever.

After one day has passed, the fever symptoms will become worse with the addition of minor auditory hallucinations and mental fragility. The infection site is becoming necrotic and spreading. Cutting off the effected area will not stop it from spreading, it's fully in the hosts bloodstream.

After the second day has passed, auditory, visual and tactile hallucinations are tearing down the hosts remaining stability. Bodily tissue both around the site and in other places of the body are rotting off, the open wounds ooze a black liquid. Motor skills and communication are still possible but maybe be erratic or incomprehensible. Widows tend to follow the infected, eating their decayed flesh.

On the third and final day, the host is a convulsing mess that is unable to do anything but breathe and look around. The Reaper comes for them, they are ready to be reborn as one of the Ink Demon's creations.

Lost Ones are the result of the infected being reborn. Depending on how much of their body necrosed, the reborn may end up as a Searcher or as a small sacrifice to be offered by fellow Lost Ones. Some retain memories from their past life and dissent against Malice. They are often killed by their own kind or by humans who do not trust them, but most often by the Prophet.

Most are rather docile, watching from their place or spreading the word of the Ink Demon, while others don't take kindly to heretics (humans) wandering the sacred grounds of the studio. Surprisingly, they don't live in a hive mind. Some are devout followers of the Dark Lord while others only fear the power he has, they are free to make their own choices.

The only reason they are allowed to do so is for the sake of the Demon's entertainment.

Lurkers are spiked tentacles hiding in ink drenched surfaces. They are most commonly found in pools or in deep cracks in the walls. While not obvious to the common person, anyone who has dealt with them know to listen for gurgling and hissing. Lurkers attack the first thing that comes within direct range or contact with it, lashing out and wrapping around its prey until it dies from lacerations, drowning or asphyxiation. It'll pull the corpse into its hiding spot and feast on it. The easiest way to safely cross their path is to give it something else to attack.

Many creatures may stalk the unfortunate people locked inside but none is worse than being stalked by the Prophet. He may follow from the shadows, hardly making a sound for hours and his prey would never know. Once he's spotted, he switches from following at a distance to behaving like a weeping angel (only moving when you're not looking) with his axe brandished and ready to spill blood in the name of his lord.

The Well is where all stolen souls are held captive. Deep pools of ink house the Well. Any ink creatures aside from lurkers, the Prophet, the Wolf and the Angel that fall into the well permanently lose whatever part of them broke the surface should they manage to escape. If they fully submerge, their body is torn to shreds and left to rot with the other souls. It's rumored that the whispers heard from the ink are the last thoughts of the person who fell victim. Many are blood curdling screams.

And finally, the ink machine. The start of it all. Until Malice was made, the machine was harmless. He tainted all of the ink flowing through it with his power, rendering it the new birthing pool for his creations. With tainted pipes lacing the entire studio, it allows Malice to bleed his influence into the very surface of the walls, changing it to his liking. The machine resides in the deepest part of the demon's lair where he designs and brings all of his creatures to life. The machine itself isn't needed to bring them to life, it just keeps the ink flowing in a steady supply. Turning it off or destroying it won't do anything but put a target on your back.

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hopefully this is good enough for people to get a grasp for what im going for without outright saying everything. i do plan on making lots more art for this (funny i say this considering how fast i draw things differently from their ref) and developing the world a lot more since this version of the au is still fairly new (v3 babyyy) and finally working on finishing the fic someday. if you have any questions im more than happy to answer them :)

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bubybubsters · 9 months

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7 years in Love (reader x Remus)

A/n: this is my first fic for the wizarding world! I’m gonna fail! I’ve put like 5 fics on hold cuz I feel I just can’t write them up to my standards. Also the title of this….

As Remus’ crush on you progresses each year. And how your crush on him develops.

wc: 1200+

⚠️: nah

masterlist

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1st year

Remus was sitting alone on the hogwarts express when you came through the door. You smiled at him, “may I sit?” Terrified Remus nods, his first social interaction was with a girl. A very pretty girl. After the you got settled on the bench across from him you smiled and held out your hand, “I’m y/n.”

Remus hesitated, nobody had been nice to him after they learned his secret but you seemed different. So he took your hand and shook it, “Im Remus, Remus Lupin. Y/n smiled and let go of his hand, Remus let his hand slowly drop to his side as you pulled out a book and began to read. Remus blinked before pulling out his own book and starting to read.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence until two boys burst in and sat down. The one next to you had raven colored hair and a smile that made Remus instantly on edge. The one next to him had round glasses and a matching grin.

The boys both glanced at Remus and you and their smiles dropped slightly. The boy with the glasses smiled and stuck his hand out, “I’m James, James Potter.”

Remus shared a look with you before your face split into a grin and you took his hand, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n. And the shy one next to you is Remus.”

Remus blushed slightly as he stared at your smile. It was the best thing he’d ever seen. He held out his hand to the boy next to you, “Remus Lupin.”

The boy smiled and took his hand warily, “Sirius… Black.”

Remus watched as your brows raised slightly as if you recognized the name but you said nothing.

The four of you became fast friends and spent the rest of the train ride talking and getting to know eachother but Remus found himself drawn to your smile or your laugh or the way your eyes lit up when you were happy.

And that was how it all started (I fell like a narrator).

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2nd year (do I have to do all Remus pov now?)

Remus smiled at you from across the great hall and you smiled back, waving. The two of you had been sorted into different houses, you into Ravenclaw and Remus into Gryffindor. But throughout the whole first year the two of you had stayed friends and hung out together. You’d made good friends with the other marauders and spend many hours with them, planning, scheming, doing whatever 11 year olds do. During the summer you’d written eachother letters and met up to buy supplies.

However there was one thing Remus was insecure about, how would you react if he told you his ‘furry little secret’ (as James liked to call his lycanthropy). Oh wait he has two insecurities, the other one, what if you liked Sirius or James or some friend from Ravenclaw and you got asked out or something. Awful insecurities for a 12 year old but well, it’s Remus we’re talking about so who’s surprised? (Gosh I’m really a narrator.)

Remus sat down across from James who seemed to be the only marauder at the table. “Where’s everyone else gone to?”

James looked up from his breakfast, “last time I checked , still asleep. And I’m offended, no ‘hello’ or ‘how’s your summer?’”

Remus groaned, of course Sirius and Peter were still asleep, the lazy idiots. “How was your summer James?”

“Well you see my paren-”

he was interrupted by you sitting down next to Remus. You smiled at both boys, before snatching some of James’ toast and frowning at Remus’ still empty plate. “Ya gonna eat something Lupin?”

James groaned, “You’ve interrupted my story Y/n and you didn’t say ‘hello’ either!”

you just rolled your eyes at James’ antics and got up to leave, patting Remus on the back, “try not to get too bored with James but I think you can leave once Sirius stops tripping down the stairs.”

Indeed, not 5 minutes after you left a very beat up Sirius sat down with a curse. And that’s also when Remus realised that he’d been too busy staring at you to actually say anything. When had you gotten so gorgeous?

Later during after class Remus spotted you laughing with a Ravenclaw boy as the two of you walked to your common room. Remus’ heart stuttered as you smiled at him and lightly shoved him with your shoulder. Did you like him?

A plan in mind, he quickly fell into step with the two of you and grinned down at you. “Oi y/n, who is this lovely boy talking with you?”

You smiled up at Remus and hugged him, “hey Remmy, you’ve got to meet Jai. He’s my potions partner and I think you’d be good friends with him.”

Remus forced a smile and held out his hand to Jai, “Hi, I’m Remus.”

Jai’s smiled and took his hand but Remus could tell he wasn’t happy with being interrupted. “Jai Asher, nice to meet you.”

Remus bowed his head to the Ravenclaw boy and took you by the arm, “Can I show you something?”

Your eyes lit up with the chance to find out something new and you nodded, bidding goodbye to Jai and letting Remus lead you away.

Remus smiled to himself as he glanced back and saw Jai’s confused and slightly angry expression. “What’s got you so happy Rem?”

Your voice pulled him out of his jealousy and he smiled at you pulling you down a staircase. “Just happy to finally share this with you.”

You side-eyed him, “you going to tell me what’s got you so knotted up that you faked a smile at Jai?”

Remus blushed, shaking his head at you and leading you to a portrait of a fruit bowl. “Watch this y/n/n.” Reaching up he tickled the pear before nudging open the door that appeared and stepping through the doorway into the kitchens.

Immediately house elves surrounded them and shoved plates into their hands, naming each snack as they did.

“peach cobble, sprinkled with drops of hardened butterbeer.”

“chocolate fudge cake filled with firewhisky.”

“macaroons in pudding with Bertie Botts every flavor beans.”

“please sit good sir and good lady.”

Remus smiled at the look of shock and pure delight on your face as you sat in the chair the elves brought you. Taking in all the deserts in front of you, Remus smiled and nodded to the house elves, effectively dismissing them.

You stared at him, “I- Remus you’re the best.” You hugged him and kissed his cheek making him turn bright red.

“Let’s eat shall we? Cant leave the food untouched.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day leading up to dinner eating and talking together. Not one thought was spared for Jai and when an hour before dinner the rest of the marauders came in, the two lovebirds didn’t even notice (until James dumped pumpkin juice on their heads.)

The rest of the year was spent in the kitchens and with the other marauders. As you had predicted, Jai and Remus had become good friends and Jai had figured out Remus’ werewolf secret within a few months. Jai had confronted Remus about it and Remus had begged him not to tell you. Jai had agreed without hesitation and had started meeting with the marauders to do their best to become animagi and accompany Remus.

*****

sorry y'all. this fic is driving me crazy becuz i have to scroll down so much to get to my other drafts so I think I'll split it into a few chapters. I know yall didnt want this first and I'm sorry but i just didn't have the motiviation to write the others.

#bubybubsters #fanfic #harry potter #marauders #remus lupin #remus x you #remus x reader #james #sirius #peter #remus #regulus black

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blitheringmcgonagall · 2 years

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What are your Marauders era headcanons? Especially surrounding Jily, Wolfstar, and Regulus

@regulusandpandora I have so many!!!

They are all in Boys Don’t Cry (why Sirius told Snape about the Whomping Willow, what happened after SWM, how Remus reacted after the prank) and We Can Be Heroes (basically all about why Sirius left Grimmauld Place/got disowned, how Sirius and Remus made up after the prank, how Wolfstar and Jily got together, what happened with the three times Jily defied Voldemort, how Jily got engaged, how Remus agreed to move in with the rest of them post Hogwarts, Jily wedding, the first wizarding war, why Lily got pregnant (hint: it’s linked to Sirius’ birthday!!!), how Sirius reacted to being asked to be godfather, how Remus was asked to spy on werewolves by stupid Dumbledore, Harry’s birth, how and more importantly why Peter turned spy, why Sirius suggested they should use Peter as secret keeper, why Sirius suspected Remus was the spy, how and why Regulus turned against Voldemort etc etc including why nobody would have bothered checking Sirius’ wand after Peter kills the 12 muggles and frames him, and why neither James nor Lily had their wands with them on Hallowe’en 1981, except I headcanon a happy ending with wolfstar wedding and Harry has lots of siblings but anyway!!) ….

I will tell you a few small things…

💗I headcanon that Sirius was equally good at ballroom dancing as he was at muggle dancing; and he teaches James how to dance to muggle songs and Lily how to dance the tango and foxtrot and they only find out on the day of the wedding. But someone else teaches Remus to dance… 😉!

💗And Regulus? I have so many headcanons about him!! He’s also the one who used to use the phrase:

“I have always said, if you want to know what a man’s like, take a good look at how he treats his inferiors, not his equals,” Regulus said. “I used say it to my brother all the time. I said it to my peers too…”

💗The first time Remus fell in love with Sirius but didn’t realise it was when he heard him playing the piano in the Shrieking Shack for the first time (he played Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy).

💗James pining for Lily before they get together:

She was everything. She could beat him in an Arithmancy test and have him swooning over her mastery of Potions. She could win his eternal favour by wearing a teal blue hooded robe or wearing a scuffed pair of runners with torn jeans. By standing up to Mulciber, fearlessly, and by helping a confused First Year. By accepting Remus' Furry Little Problem without a second thought, by teasing Sirius and by joining in with Peter's antics. Every little thing she did was magic. The way she placed her hair behind her ear, almost coy, the way she jumped up and down and screamed her approval when Gryffindor won that last match against the Hufflepuffs, screaming his name. Screaming his name…

💗 If you don't think Lily was every bit as smitten with James as he was with her, you are wrong...

💗 Remus’ favourite smell:

The air smells of things growing, honeysuckle, sweetness and ripe citrus, wet earth, tall grass. The smell of ozone. Life, exploding. Dizzying. His heart is growing, threatening to burst with the sheer overwhelming joy of it all. They both take a deep breath.

“Petrichor,” Remus says, his hoarse voice full of longing. “The earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil. It’s my favourite smell.”

Excuse my excessively long answer…!

#I have so many headcanons #but most are in my canon fics!!#marauders #jily #wolfstar #regulus deserved better #I love the black brothers!#thank you for the question!#loveliest tumblr people

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thebmatt · 2 years

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FFXIV Write 2022 Prompt #15 – Row

“You’re seriously not going to tell me where we’re heading?” Gwenefyr giggled, affecting a pout in the direction of her husband. Unfortunately, she was blindfolded and ended up aiming in the complete wrong direction.

He laughed. “No. Also, I’m over here”

She whirled around to face him, but almost lost her footing. Snowball, thankfully, was right next to his mama and steadied her with his trio of tails, yipping angrily at Aleister.

The oarman had to laugh at the trio’s antics. Were these two really part of the organization that had saved the whole star? He’d always imagined meeting two Scions, one of them a Warrior o’ bleedin’ Light, would be like meeting some larger than life figure from history. And yet these two were acting like a pair of lovesick dorks and their glowing carbuncle kid (who, ironically, didn’t even hide the fact that he preferred Gwenefyr over his actual summoner)

People were just people, he supposed.

Aleister had brought his wife to the boat blindfolded, explaining that he wanted their destination to be a surprise, something she bore with only moderate annoyance, mostly at the constant tripping despite the carbuncle’s best attempts at leading his mama around them.

The oarman supposed a private island with an entire homestead that Aleister had built by hand was a pretty good surprise. He’d had more than a few occasions to ferry Aleister back and forth to the island and see some of his progress, from the shores anyway, and he’d mentioned that early in their marriage, before ever embarking on an adventuring career, the pair had owned a farm.

He had no idea how well one could farm a tropical island, but he supposed if anyone could, they could pull it off. Well them and the small army of mammets Tataru had hired him to ferry to the island prior to gifting it to Aleister.

“We’re getting closer, sir. Should be coming into view in the next minute” he called.

Aleister nodded in thanks to him. “Alright, love. Go ahead and remove it”

She did so, taking a minute to blink her eyes into adjusting to the brightness, then twirling around to look at the malms of empty ocean around them. Finally she settled in the direction the boat was traveling. “So what’s coming into view?”

Aleister only smiled. “You’ll see.”

A few moments later, Snowball began yipping in excitement as a landmass broke into view through the distant fog.

Gwenefyr leaned back, hands over her chest. “An…island?”

Aleister moved behind her, wrapping her in his arms, nuzzling her furry ears. “Our island, dear.”

She turned her head, mouth open in astonishment.

He smiled. “Surprise!”

“Where did you….love, I know we’re well off, but how did you afford an island??

“I didn’t. Tataru on the other hand….”

She had to laugh that that. “Okay, yeah that makes a lot more sense! And what….she gave it to you?”

He nodded, kissing her forehead. “Yup. Well, really, us, but she found me first, and I told her to keep it a secret. I wanted to spend some time there, getting it ready for us”

She smiled wryly at him and tapped his nose. “So THIS is where you’ve been going on those so called crystal hunting expeditions, huh, mister?”

He at least had the decency to appear abashed. “Sorry?”

She giggled. “So what has my handsome hard worker built for us?”

He considered. “Well….there’s a lodge for us to stay in, of course. Pretty well decked out. I’ve built a number of landmarks, like a windmill you should be able to see in a moment. But primarily…..it’s a farm for us, hon. “

Her jaw dropped. Tears swam in her eyes. “You….you built us a new one?”

He nodded, smiling at the tears of joy. “Yeah. Got a big ol space cleared for crops. I actually have some potatoes growing right now. And there’s a pasture. There’s a lot of different kinds of animals on the island, I thought we might try the husbandry trade again”

She sniffed. “What kind of animals?”

“Well right now, it’s mostly chocobos and some sheep, with a few glyptodons and a particularly ornery coblyn that just kinda moved in and decided to let me care for him. I dunno what the deal with that is”

She laughed and found herself unable to stop. A farm, all theirs. Crops to tend, animals to care for, a place where they could capture a part of their lives that they had long thought lost again.

Wait, how were they going to do this?

“Aleister, how exactly are we going to do this? It’s a remote island, and while stuff has mostly been calm lately, we still have things to do. Our archonate work, all of our teaching, not to mention helping Varshan find his sister! How are we gonna take care of a whole farm??”

HE laughed. “Don’t worry, I’ve thought of that. Surely you didn’t think I managed to find the materials and build everything all on my own, did you? Tataru also provided us a small army of mammets. They can maintain everything while we’re away. This can be our little getaway when we need time away from the craziness of everything.”

She turned back to stare at the island. A piece of their home, of their stolen lives, returned to them.

She owned Tataru some baked goods. She owned Tataru a lot of baked goods. Maybe banana bread. No, Aleister would eat it all before she ever could get it to her. Maybe something with pumpkin.

Snowball lept into her arms, nuzzling her face before papping her on the tear trail on her cheek with a worried maow?.

She nuzzled the carbuncle. “No, sweetie. I’m okay. Just really really happy with the surprise your dad got me. Did you help him out? You’re such a good boy, you are.”

Snowball looked over to her summoner and rolled her eyes affectionately.

#Final Fantasy XIV #FFXiv Write 2022 #Aleister Franks #Gwenefyr Franks #Snowball the carbuncle #cause that little scamp deserves his own tag now

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