#she means the world to me! that's dearie right there!

[thedeadthree]

— WIP FRIDAY !

TAGGED BY the dearest @unholymilf to share a few things ive been working on ! ty ty so much ash dear!

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teehee i AT LAST got around to introducing the t*lou dears clowns with the one and only template from ash! so far i have tlou!olga and gianna <3 with this cutest coloring as well !

the VERY early stages of a piece for the dearest marta in honor of fh's release ! with orions cutest template!

another early stages but in honor of oc kiss week a piece for kenny and @griffin-wood's dear raylene with this template !

and now a bit of writing! moments before disaster if you will a piece for alva and rhaegy with a bit of rhaemion and enya lore connecting them to vanna and daemy and their babies !

Summerhal was beautiful at this hour. those fleeting moments before midday and after the morning when the sun was well off to reaching its zenith made even the hardest of hearts gaze in awe.

Alva descended from her horse, vermillion. To her left by a relatively small pond were the horses of Lord Rhaemion Targaryen of Starfall, the princess Elia’s dear longtime friend (and rumored paramour, he too a close and beloved friend of the prince as well, the nature of things was a topic for another morn). And the other of her dearest Prince Rhaegar Targaryen.

She recalls when Rhaemion spoke of reason for choosing his horse. The almost pearlescent mane of his chosen mount reminded him of the scales of his dragon, Parthunaax known by the histories as the Burned Overlord. The Targaryens of Starfall or the Amethyst or Dawn Dragons still possessed the ones belonging to the riders they were bound to during and following the dance. Baelor and Parthunaax, Calla and Nahvintaas (a ilmestian dragon of Vilemyr), and Valaerra who was Rhaemion’s ancestor and her she-dragon Numinex. Though the most notable among them was the Ethereal, the Violet Star of Starfall herself once bound to the mistress of mists Iovanna Dayne, Starspire. The two year old daughter of Rhaemion recently began to speak her first words and has declared her favorite word to be the name of the ethereal. If this is any prediction that the girl at two has already declared her mount will not be a horse, but Starspire herself, one cannot fathom anything else. She laughed when he mentioned he will have to tell the girl when she’s older that the dragons are not to be flown in westeros and she will have to have a horse as he does. Lest the Dragon of myth and prophecy see her end by scorpion bolt.

On leaving vermillion by Rhaemion and Rhaegar’s. She makes her way by the remnants of the stone walkway closer towards the ruin. The three spent a lot of time in summerhall, her and Rhaegar spending the most.

#only if you want to! 🤍🕊 #and if you've done this already please feel free to pass <3 i am AT LAST catching up on a few tags! <3 ty ty again ash for the tag! #oc: olga litvinchuck #RETURN OF THE QUEEN <3 and ty ty alyssa for encouraging me to bring her into t*lou <3 #olga is either calculating or ambitious i haven’t decided which one fits more aksjjzjx ✨😖 #its turning out so cute already and im loving that the coloring compliments olgas hair so well ? that's baby! #have had tlou!olga brainworms alongside the usual suspects the asoiaf clowns AND marta returning to the fold all day hehe <3 #were doing fine! the high stakes tennis match between the clowns vying for control of the braincell is going splendidly <3 #to get ye olde writing brain gears a workin a cute ship edit for ray ray and kenny <3 BABIES BABIES BOTH OF THEM #and also will make one as well for vik and nessie for the oc kiss week <3 IM SO EXCITED AHH #MARTA MARTA RETURN OF THE LEGEND i missed her dearly! and her beloved! that's the first if oc and if i was introduced to! #she means the world to me! that's dearie right there! #AND OF COURSE ALVA AND RHAEGY BEING THE CUTEST EVER AND IT MAKES ME SAD! they were so in love! im not sobbing at all! #and of course daevanna being the moment the way they just....... APPEAR EVERYWHERE i love those dears sm <3 #leg.tagged #leg.writing #leg.ocs #leg.edit #AND SUPER SUPER LOOKING TO DO AN EDIT AS WELL FOR MAEKY AND AERY we are working! the creative process at work! #oc: alva amaranthine #x: alva x rhaegar #oc: marta chaykovski #oc: gianna villareal #oc: kendall lawton #x: kendall x raylene

[ladyelissarose]

listen listen.. pregnancy sex with miguel where he is feral, gentle but just so in love

‘Desires’

Miguel O’Hara x female spider-wife reader

Warnings; 18 NSFW! pregnancy sex. P in V, gentle sex-but tiny bit rough. Slight oral ‘fem receives’ Fluff overall with this mountain of a man. Be prepared to die and resurrect into euphorias. ;)

Author’s note; Hiii my most favorite anon!! Here is this ride of ecstasy, I hope it meets your expectations!! Enjoy deary, thank you for this delicious ask!! You’re gonna need this🧋

In quiet peace you had just slowly waddled out of the new babies bedroom, after touching up the painting in the room. Baby color stains covered your hands and arms, down to your swollen ankles and feet, where the drops would fall from the brush or roller and find place right on you.

4 months pregnant you were, or ‘a bundle of gozo’ as your husband and leader of the Spider-Man’s task force to protect thousands of universes- (Miguel O’Hara.. the infamous Spider-Man 2099) would tell you- but only you. No one outside of your home could know that this beast of a man that had a reputation of breaking things and being mean was actually down bad for you and more obsessed with you at the sight of your rounded belly... his ‘bundle of gozo.’

After that long morning to afternoon workout of painting your baby’s little bassinet (yes it took that long- you were pregnant and not the usual all tough and rapid Spider-Woman) you had taken a quick shower so you could have time to prepare something for dinner, wanting to do as much as possible for Miguel.

Him being the leader was more than carrying the title, it was the whole world and it’s weight of responsibilities on his shoulders too, and sense he took you off for now (though you wanted to bargain with him about Jess being so pregnant and still Spider-Woman at once, but you had to remember accept that he lost a little one at one time. And now as he was gifted you and a new baby for a second chance, he wouldn’t dare risk it.)

So instead you’d cook all his meals and clean up his lair back a HQ, though he programmed Lyla to tell you to go home every time she saw and caught you sneaking in. Little by little you had started to stop trying to come by to HQ, once being pregnant was taking a toll on all the walks you had and you were a little hesitant if not scared to swing around. So, with that said, you decided to change things up a bit and fix up the baby’s room.

Miguel took care of building everything and you put the clothes and accessories in, and today you had almost finished the bassinet area, but you called it a day once you had gotten tired. And to reward yourself you jumped into the shower to cool yourself off.

Few moments later of making sure you got every part of you, while working around your growing belly, you had finally finished, and wrapped a towel around you for now so you could grab a fresh pair of panties and Miguel’s hoodie that rested on your bed.

“Oh my goodness- Miguel!!”

As you walked out you were startled by the very large and bulky, god sculpted man sitting at the edge of your bed, man spreading his thick thighs and flexing his crossed arms, while only sitting in his black boxers. Miguel was home unexpectedly earlier than he said he’d be, nonetheless you greeted him with a breathy laugh after be a little scared for a second,

“H-Hi baby.. I just got out-“

Standing to his feet abruptly Miguel walked to you as his eyes looked you over,

“-Mama miaaa... you’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You let out a light giggle and held your belly as you cooed yet informed,

“Awe baby.. listen, so I made you dinner want to let me get dressed so we can-“

With a dead look in his eyes he stated,

“I don’t want it.”

You were taken aback a bit at his words, your stupid pregnancy hormones took his wording wrong as if he didn’t want to eat your cooked meal, making a pout pop on your lips and your eyes get watery.

‘But I made your favorite tonight.. empanadas.’

Miguel thought he had been obvious about what kind of ‘meal’ he wanted with the way he was drooling over you and speaking in a sultry tone, but he forgot about how you can be a little oblivious and sensitive to some things if you were feeling ‘extra’ emotional that day.

And today must of been it when he then heard a light sniff and a bit back whine. He held his breath when he looked up from your belly and turned to see your face, pouty and teary eyed, it made his heart explode for you in millions of emotions as he right away held your face up, speaking ever so softly.

“Oh mami... no no no. Por favor no llores.”

At him being so sweet you face palmed as you now cried feeling guilty but stop asking,

“How could you not want dinner? I made you the empanadas, I thought the baby even kicked when I said they came out perfect for you-“

He placed a gentle finger on your lips as he interrupted kindly but firmly, so you could understand,

“Mami.. I want you... you.”

‘... oh... OH!’

Red covered your cheeks in shyness at his boldness, but also in embarrassment for your stupidity at not reading his hungry words and desires for you. You had to word out how stupid you felt, while he played with the top of your towel, working slowly and carefully at untucking it,

“Oh baby I’m so sorry-“

Once he had it freed he cooed,

“Shh shh... it’s more than ok- ayyy coñooo... hermosa mami.”

His hungry and desperate eyes cut his words off short as he raked his red eyes over your body in adoration, wishing he had photographic memory.

Everything new about you didn’t have time to be hated or be shamed at all by you yourself as you watched it change, for Miguel loved ALL of it- stretch marks, swollen ankles, glowy skin- just.. all of it.

He guided you slowly to your bed while taking your lips into a deep kiss, his tongue taking entrance when he pinched your hips, making you moan out.

When your knees hit the bed Miguel without hesitation lifted you up and carried you onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours.

You raked your fingers through his thick hair and pulled them slightly to part your lips as you reached out for his cock through his boxers and breathed out,

“I need you Miguel.”

He rushed to grab your hand from his cock and shimmied off his boxers then intertwined your fingers instead as he breathed out,

“I need to taste you first mami-“

With lustful eyes he looked down at your core and bit his bottom lip as he added,

“If I go in you now I’ll come too soon, that’s how bad I am right now... but you mami.. need to be ready for me first.”

He then pushed you back down on the bed gently as he lowered himself to be face to face with your pussy, groaning in pleasure as he gave it feather light kisses, teasing you lightly as he praised,

“So pretty mami... all this for me hm?”

You were about to reply a verbal answer but it came out as a moan when he pressed his open mouth onto you and moaned, the vibration of it making yourself eyes roll back in pleasure. He sucked it a couple more time before pulling away to admire in between breaths,

“So sweet... como azúcar... como miel.”

With just the right pressure that made you moan and pull his head closer, Miguel then licked a long stripe from your hole to your clit, sucking the top once he got there.

Back arching into your intertwined hands that rested on your stomach as he continued to work your clit with determination and starvation to hear your cries come along with the feeling of ecstasy being loosed.

You panted for air as he sucked you harshly yet kissed it delicately wherever he did touch. He acted like a starved man as he didn’t let up and dove in deeper at every moan you let out, intensifying the warm pressure you were feeling in your lower tummy. To add more to your stimulation he added a couple of fingers, curling just right into that spot that had you seeing stars, he let out a light chuckle as he could feel you squeeze around his now coated fingers,

“Ahh mami.. you’re close aren’t you-“

You tightened your grip on his ruffled back hair as you cried,

“Yes! Please.. ah Miguel I want you- I need you!”

Tears began to gather in your eyes for how close you were, the pleasure being all to overwhelming as you desired to feel more of him- all of him. You could feel how close to the edge you were, the bubble of euphoria coming so close to bursting, but you didn’t want to come yet, you wanted Miguel in you for this. In desperation you whined out while lifting up slightly to reach for him, pulling his head up as your cried,

“Miguel- ah! please...”

At your tone he abruptly stopped, thinking he had pushed you too far, worry covering his chiseled features as he panted with lips covered in your slick,

“Amor- are you-“

“I need you now. Please papi.”

His jaw dropped slightly, as he huffed and adored your fucked out face and rosy cheeks, he caressed your face and wiped your teary face as he asked,

“What do you want mami?”

He cupped your pussy into his large palm with puppy eyes, pretending to be all innocent as his actions made your hips buck into his hold. You deep need for him had to word out boldly what you desired mostly,

“I need your cock.. papi.”

Calling him papi- ha.. yeah that was the magic to get him to end you now, his eyes now were definitely red as he replied,

“What mami asks, mami gets.”

With a kiss to your lips he then effortlessly flipped your around, and lifted you up to your knees as his arms wrapped around your front to keep your back completely against his chest. When he got needy for you, he had to feel you almost melting into his skin.

Pressing kisses onto your hair and sucking sweet spots on the back of your neck he slowly guided himself in. Your warmth engulfed him entirely and he couldn’t of felt more infatuated with you in that moment. Giving you praises as always when he felt you take him in so well as he went in deeper and deeper,

“Ayy mami.. your so wet, so perfect.. ay coño-“

You mewled a cry when you felt him bottom out, his tip grazing your cervix perfectly.

“Oh Miguel.. so full.”

Miguel let out a deep breath and stayed still, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest onto your back rapidly, his warm breaths hitting your neck as he palmed your full breasts and rubbed your belly. You laid your hand on his that rested on your breasts as you asked kindly,

“Are you ok?”

Miguel hummed and dug his face knot your neck as he replied,

“Si mami.. just.. ahhh.. I feel like I’m not gonna last long... but I want it too.”

He sounded almost guilty but you refused to let him feel that way, not when he loved you entirely and gave everything of himself to you... and especially when he made you feel THIS GOOD. You twisted your head to the side to reach his lips as you reassured him,

“It’s ok papi.. you’ll have me forever.”

He growled at your words and pulled you closer possessively as he kissed your lips, slowly beginning to move his hips. A sigh left your lips in pleasure as he picked up his speed and repeated,

“I’ll have you forever.. por siempre amor.”

It gave him the boost he needed to start taking you hard and deep, hitting your cervix every time his hips met your ass. He kneaded you’re breasts, squeezing them as he admired how full they have gotten sense you were pregnant.

Then they’d slowly go down to rest on your belly as he dove into you harder at the thought of you carrying his child. You could feel his breath picking up as well as his speed, you know he was very close as he’d let a moan slip here and there, and he was tugging you impossibly closer. He kissed your neck after he sucked a love spot there as he whimpered,

“I’m close mami.. come on amor, come with m-me.”

Miguel mostly held you up as he pounded into you fervently, you snaked a hand to grab at his neck and pull on his hair as you moaned his name loudly when his hand went lower to rub at your clit.

Rubbing tight circles and driving into you in unrelenting speed had you soon coming apart and crying out Miguel’s name as he thrusted in the right places that had you seeing white dots- if not stars. Miguel came just right after, painting your walls with his white coat once again as he moaned your name and endless praises while riding both your highs long and out,

“You did so good mami.. so good.”

You hummed and smiled to yourself as you felt yourself sink into his arms once the exhaustion hit you right after your high had passed. Miguel let out a deep sigh before kissing your cheek,

“I’m gonna pull out ok mami?”

You nodded with a low whimper as he carefully pulled out and laid you gently onto the bed on your back.

Sweat covering you entirely with your hair spread out on the sheets, your baby bump glowing as you took deep breaths that had your full breasts moving, had Miguel hovering over you in silence as he took you in, realizing how lucky he was to have you.

You smiled at him shyly as he locked eyes with you and smiled sweetly, being vulnerable and open with you... something he never did outside of your home.

As Spider-Man he had to be harsh and closed off, not letting anything in or out, but with you... he can do anything and be safe, and that’s what he loved most about you... you made him feel free and whole again.

He took time to check if you were ok and feeling fine, he also had a small chat with your baby bump as he expressed his love for the both of you, and how he’d keep you safe forever.

He then carried you to the bathroom promising a relaxing bath.

Soon after a warming bath of gentle touches and loving gazes, Miguel used his strong hands to bless you with a good foot massage after he helped you dry off. He even kissed your sore thighs and rubbed your belly with praises as he did his best to loosen your muscles, and you bet his miracle and loving hands worked magic. And when you tried to help him with anything he insisted that you only had to worry about being by his side forever and love him.

You told him not to worry but Miguel had also made sure you ate a bowl of fruit to fuel you up and your baby after enjoying some empanadas. You ended up sharing most of your fruity dessert with him though because you didn’t like how the blueberries tasted in the moment. Even though you’ve never really had a problem with them before, but to make you happy Miguel ate them all for you, even the deformed strawberry that stood out. (that you said looked like him, but didn’t taste sweet like him- Miguel practically choked on his strawberry at your words, but he blushed.)

Now full and satisfied, you lay under the covers in Miguel’s hoodie, partially on top of him as your belly made it a little difficult, but your head rested against his broad chest as he held onto your back and the other held your belly as he caressed it softly from under the clothing.

A soft and delicate kiss found its way on your head as Miguel could sense you were drifting off to sleep, he held you tighter as he whispered into your hair,

“Te amo mami... sleep well.”

You shifted a bit and let your hand come up to his cheek to hold it there as you replied sleepily,

“I ‘ove you more papi.. g’night.”

He kissed your soft hand and placed it back on his cheek as he cooed,

“Goodnight amor.”

Spanish translations:

Por favor no llores- please don’t cry

Gozo- joy

Como azúcar, Como miel- like sugar, like honey

amor- love

por siempre- forever

Mami- mommy

Papi- daddy

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[dotster001]

You know what a mean entitled girl is ? Like Idia, Vil, malleus, rook, crewel and Crowley standing up for the reader who is being harassed by a mean girl?

Maybe for Crowley and crewel the reader can be a teacher and the mean girl can be a rsa teacher?

Fluff plz

(thank you for the request and for brainstorming with me! I hope they came out how you hoped 🥺 this is a long one so buckle up folks)

Cw:mean girl stuff, use of slut in rooks part, fat shaming in Crewel's, fem!reader

A/N: I've said this in my pin post, but I age up characters to actual college age, because I am in college, and didn't realize until a few months in the characters were not. Everyone here is. 18+

Moments like these were why he hated to leave his room.

But he had promised to meet you in the library so he could help you understand magic and technology. You wanted to learn all about this world you'd been thrown into, and had been told Idia was the best person to ask about this type of magic.

It's not like he could tell you no! You were his player 2, his Persephone  (not that he'd told you that yet, but still)!

He had arrived just in time to see a richly clad preppy looking girl walk over to your table. Upon a second glance, he realized it was the daughter of one of the higher ups at Olympos INC.

He hid behind a bookshelf and waited. "You're that magicless nobody at NRC, right?"

You gave a tired laugh and gave an affirmative.

"Then you're the one Idia Shroud has been spending all his time with." He watched as she took her perfectly manicured hand and grabbed a lock of your hair, dragging you closer. He felt like he was going to be sick, and you looked like it.

The smile never left her face as she said, "Listen, dearie, Idia Shroud deserves to be with someone of his caliber, not some stupid girl who can't even perform magic." 

Idia felt something snap in him. How dare she talk to you that way! He left his hiding spot and demanded to know why she thought she could treat you like that.

The girl let go of your hair and began stuttering out an explanation but Idia wouldn't have it.

"Y/N is perfect for me! She understands me, and cares about me, and is such a bad ass. I'd like to see you defeat an overblotting mage when you have no magic!"

She continued stuttering but he interrupted. "Y/N is an SSR character, and you're just a normie. So stop wasting my time and get out of here."

She turned pale and ran. After Idia's rage had cleared he got embarrassed and realized everything he'd said.

Please give him hugs! And don't mention his pink hair! He can defend you, but actually talking to you is different, so please be patient with him!

Vil knew he wanted to date you, but he also knew that given his position, he would have to get both you and his fans used to each other. He was doing this by hanging out with you more in public, and posting photos of the two of you on friend outings.

It was ironic that his more aggressive fans would catch up to you on the day he had planned to ask you to be his girlfriend.

You were at a cafe, and he had had you pick out a table while he grabbed your drinks. When he turned around, he saw a crowd led by  a flawlessly styled girl.

The crowd was yelling at you until the girl held up her hand for silence. "What makes you think you can date Vil Schoenheit?" "Oh, we're not…" you tried to deny it but she interrupted you. 

"I've done some research on you. And from what I can see, nothing about you is worthy of him." You looked down at the table, and he heard you faintly whisper, "you're right."

The girl grinned. "I'm glad we have an understanding. Now get out of here before you embarrass yourself further."

You stood up to leave as Vil elegantly strode over to you. He gently took your chin in his hand and gave you a soft kiss on your lips. When he pulled back, he said, "I've got our drinks, my sweet potato, but I don't think we should stay here. The people here seem much too uncouth for my preferences." You gave a shocked nod, and the two of you left, the girl's mouth gaping in shock. 

Once you reached a secondary location, Vil apologized for kissing you without permission then asked if you were alright. Once you gave him an affirmative, he gently pushed your hair out of your face and with a coy smile said, "you know, I wouldn't mind the opportunity to kiss you again. After all, you owe me for the coffee, and for saving you from that crowd."

The next day, a photo of the two of you was posted on his magicam, officially announcing your relationship, and the caption stating that he had fallen for the fairest one of all.

Malleus and you had been dating for quite some time, but had agreed to keep it quiet until his graduation and coronation.

Unfortunately, this meant that he was still receiving unwanted attention from both men and women who wanted a political marriage.

Today, a fae woman from a well off family was spending the day with him. He knew that her family had wanted a political marriage with him, but I stead of ruining all ties, he humored her request to visit him for the day.

It was needlessly bothersome. She was truly a skin deep woman, who spent most of the day flattering him, and batting her lashes at him.

The only good part of his day was when he got to see you for a couple of minutes at lunch time. You had sought him out with some extra sweets you had bought for him, introduced yourself to the fae woman and gone on your way. 

There was no reason for his guest to think anything of your relationship, but being the only girl in an all boy's school had her immediately deem you a threat.

Now, in the midst of her flattery, she was throwing in subtle insults at you, your standing, your character, anything she thought she could glean from your brief meeting.

"I can't even imagine what it is like for you to have to attend classes with a useless human." That did it. Diplomacy be damned. He whirled in on the woman, and the sky outside grew dark and stormy.

"Useless? Where were you when I was lonely? Where were you when I needed anything? Y/N is my child of man, your future queen, and you will treat them with the respect that a human of their intelligence, kindness, and beauty deserves." The woman cowered Infront of him, thoroughly chastised. He turned on his heels, and said, "This visit is over" without looking back at her.

As he was walking away he was surprised to find you running down the hallway. When you spotted him, your face relaxed in relief and you made your way to him.

"Mal Mal! I saw the storm, are you alright?" If he hadn't already fallen for you, he would have fallen deeper in love right then with your sweet eyes looking up at him full of concern, only for him.

"Yes my child of man," he cupped your face gently. "All is well."  The storm cleared, and all was well. He would protect you no matter who he had to upset. You were worth it.

Rook was out hunting. For you. So he wasn't really hunting, He was just watching you from the top of a tree and basking in your presence.

You probably knew he was there. You were so incisive like that. It's why you were his favorite prey. 

As he watched, he saw a girl make her way over to you. He could sense only bad intentions from her, but what kind of hunter would he be if he intervened while you defended yourself!

The girl stood in front of you and gave a sugary artificial smile. "You're Y/N, right?" Once you gave a nod, she sat down with you.

She began to talk non stop while you just sat there listening. After a while he heard her say, "You know, most of the guys here have a crush on you." Rook held back a growl. He knew that, but said men who had a crush on you had an unspoken agreement not to say anything about it.

"Oh." That was all you said in response. Rook wondered if this was the first time you'd thought about it. It seemed to be. 

"Yeah," the girl continued. "And you're the only girl at an all boy's school." You looked like you were about to ask what she was doing here then, when she said, "I'm just here visiting my brother. But from what I hear, it seems as though you enjoy the attention." She gave a withering glare. "My brother says you'll spend time with any boy who asks. One guy isn't enough for you, huh?" Rook knew it was coming, but he was still filled with rage when he heard it. "Slut."

He jumped down from the tree immediately. The girl was startled, but you were not. He was right, you'd known he was there. But the pride he'd felt from that was overshadowed by the urge to protect his lapin.

"Mademoiselle, it would be better for you not to listen to baseless rumors, and then spread them around. It is not a beautiful look for you."

She tried to swallow her shock, and retort, "It's not baseless. I heard from my brother, and she clearly relishes the attention."

Rook tilted his head to the side. "Yes, I'm sure madame trickster enjoys the men who leer at her like a piece of meat. I'm sure she enjoys having to triple check that her doors are locked at night. And I'm sure she adores having to worry about the men who she turned down, of which I'm sure your brother is one." He gave her a withering glare. "Even if she did enjoy the attention, it would be no concern of yours."

She looked frightened, but still managed to storm off. He then turned his attention to you. "Are you alright mon ange?" You nodded, and thanked him for defending you. "Non, non, to see your beautiful face married with worry would be a burden I could not bear." He playfully placed his hat on your head down over your eyes, and relished in your giggles.

He knew today wouldn't be a good time to confess, but when he did, he would definitely want to hear more of that laugh.

After you'd graduated, and still hadn't found a way to return home, he had offered you a job at the college as his full time assistant. After a couple years, and actually getting paid for your efforts, the two of you had become closer.

Trein was preparing to retire. You were at a meeting with a prospective new teacher who was applying for his position. You were taking notes while Crowley asked her questions. It was moments like these that he couldn't see himself without you. You were just the dynamic duo!

When the interview was over, he had you show her out. He was planning on asking you to dinner after this, so he was hastily trying to finish any remaining paperwork while he waited for you to return. 

It had been quite a while, and now he was starting to worry. You had handled numerous dangerous situations by yourself, so he knew you could handle yourself. But he still felt like he should check on you.

When he found you, you looked shaken as the teacher he  was interviewing was talking down to you. "That's what I thought. All that education was wasted on you. You'll never be better than an arm candy assistant."

He waited for you to fight back, but you just looked tired. How long had she been going at you like this? You'd never give up easily, so it must have been for just slightly too long.

"Y/N, there you are, I was beginning to worry." He strode over to you, "You know I can't possibly run this school without you right? You'd been taking so long, I'd almost accidentally sold the Savannahclaw dorm!"

"Again?" You said with a roll of your eyes. There he'd gotten your mind off her insults. Now to deal with her.

"You see, I'm mostly headmage in name only at this point. Y/N here is in charge of everything, the financials, admissions, student therapy, hiring. If we lost her, the school would surely go up in flames. My graciousness can only go so far!"

At the word "hiring" he saw the teacher blanch. She made a hasty excuse and apology, and dashed out of there.

"Thanks for your kind words, headmage, but I don't really deserve…" "It's Crowley, my dear," he interrupted. "And before you start telling yourself you don't deserve praise, you should know that even though I am endlessly kind, I don't throw words around lightly. I meant every bit of it." He gently took your hand. "I would be lost without you." 

You're smile was all the thanks he needed, and the two of you stood in comfortable silence for a moment before he interrupted it. "We should probably go buy back the Savannaclaw dorm though…." "Crowley!!!!!"

Crewel had called you and Vil into his office after the fairy gala. Crewel had offered you a part time position modeling at his side company. You'd never considered yourself conventionally attractive, but they assured you that wasn't a problem. You had a great dignity, could hold up under pressure, and looked good in Crewel's designs. That's all that mattered.

At the time you had accepted because you figured it would be a great way to make some spare change to support yourself and Grim on until you went home, but as time went on you never went home, and now you had a rather large following, a diploma from NRC, and a full time job at his modeling company.

Crewel would rather spend his time with you, but he still worked at NRC, so he had left you for the day, and hoped he would get to see you work with the designer your manager had suggested for you when he came back.

He came back to see a woman in very heavy, very real looking firs, staring at you like you were dirt.

He walked in as she was circling you, and he recognized her immediately. He made a note to himself to fire your manager, because this designer was on his do not work with list, and he walked into what was surely a blood bath.

"Ah, Divus." She said coldly. "Would you care to tell me why this is your best model? She's quite plain, and much too fat for my work, that I had assumed it was a joke when I walked in here. And! She has something against real furs, and 'non sustainably sourced material's C'mon Divus. Has your company sunk so low?"

You were not fat. You just weren't skinny enough that you could count your ribs. There were two things that Crewel would not stand for; cruelty to animals, and cruelty to humans. Without fail, this designer always did both.  Normally he would have shown her out by now, but she had clearly gotten under your skin.

"Y/N is my best model. She isn't, she's just not starved, which I know is not your preference. She's got a good head on her shoulders, and understands the long term consequences a designer like you can have on our world. It's not even her world, but she still cares more than you. That should tell you something."

She was about to interrupt, but he smacked his whip into his palm. "Bad puppies do not get to speak. You would be lucky to work with a model as wonderful as my Y/N. Unfortunately, your luck has run out, and I will need you to leave the premises immediately.

The designer left with a huff. Crewel walked over to you. "Are you alright?" You gave him a smile and an assuring nod. He placed his hand on your head and missed your hair a little. "Good pup."

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst idia #idia x reader #vil shoenheit #vil shoenheit x reader #malleus draconia #malleus x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #divus crewel #divus crewel x reader #twst crowley #twst crowley x reader

[dollish-shard]

Not a Doll

"I'm not a doll." The girl said, shoulders slumped. "I tried, once. It... didn't work out."

The witch raised an eyebrow, and ran her eyes up and and down the girl. Tense muscles, hollow eyes worn from constant vigilance, a voice without a spark of joy…

'Twas almost as if she could see the ball joints.

Silently, she indicated the girl continue.

She sighed. "It was... about a year ago? I think. My parents... didn't kick me out as such, but they made it clear I was no longer welcome." There's a bitter edge to her tone.

"I was out on the street, looking for a place to spend the night... and that's when I met her. Or rather, she found me. She walked right up to me, a scared, shivering girl, and asked: 'What is a doll doing out all alone?' I didn't know how to respond, so... I didn't."

"She knew exactly what to say. Lured me in with promises of Purpose, of the joys of Stillness and unconditional love... It sounded too good to be true. I didn't care."

The girl gave a wistful sigh. "At first, it was... amazing. I had never known a peace like being Still. Following orders was second nature, and I didn't... I just obeyed, even when I would have been unsure. It was wonderful."

Her eyes narrowed. "It didn't last." She said, with such venom the witch almost flinched.

"Even as a doll, I had boundaries. Things I didn't want to do, couldn't do. My- that witch, she didn't care. She told me it was a doll's duty to do what it was commanded. And I did, but..." She looked towards the ground. "I couldn't stand it, after a while."

"Then, she got a new doll. A new toy." She shook her head. "That's all we were to her. Toys, replaced by the next stray she was breaking in. And that world that had seemed so wonderful became a nightmare."

"So one day, me, and a couple of the others... we got up and walked away. Just up and left. I... I don't think she expected that. Maybe she didn't think it was possible."

The witch nodded at that. Doll rebellion was rare, but not unheard of, especially in... cases like this.

"At first, we lived together, tried to make a better life for ourselves, but..." She sighed again. "We drifted apart. Not much we had in common. I reconnected with old friends, and, well..." She faked a smile. "Here I am. Not a doll."

"Oh, dearie..." In a fluid, almost impossibly smooth motion, the witch wrapped the girl in a hug, her dark cloak enveloping her like a shroud of night. "I'm so, so sorry..."

The girl flinched at the physical contact, but did not recoil. "It's okay. It happens sometimes, right?"

The witch shook her head. "It shouldn't. A doll should never be treated like that."

The girl felt a fuzziness in her chest. "I told you. I'm not a doll."

The witch shook her head. "We both know that's not true, dearie. You wouldn't have explained if it was."

"I..." The girl choked back some tears.

"I can't change what was done to you..." The witch said. "But I can help now. Show you what it really means to be a doll, to be truly loved. But only if you want to. I don't wish to force you, like she did."

"I..." The girl hesitated, taking a step back. "I'm not..."

"It's your choice, dearie. Your heart knows the answer."

The witch smiled, a pure smile of light and dark intertwined, like the gentle embrace of the swirling cosmos. Something in the girl's heart, long buried, stirred.

At last, she spoke.

"I want to try again." Some of the tension- not all, but some, seemed to drain away from her body. "If you'll have me."

"Of course, dearie. This time, we'll make a place where you can truly belong."

And the witch embraced her newest doll once more.

#empty spaces #microfiction #shard's stories #dollposting #dolls #witches #sometimes something wonderful is ruined #and it hurts to try again #yet you must anyway

[uchihaharlot]

Hey there! Love your work and if you're still doing requests, I've got one for ya: a hot, sexy threesome between a female reader, Itachi (loooove him) and Shisui. I'm imagining a competition angle where they've both been pining after the same girl for a while and she likes them both too, but can't choose (and I mean, who could, right? Lol). Eventually, someone (probably Shisui based on my own interpretations of his personality) decides that choosing sucks and sharing is caring, leading to super hot sex 🔥

Ooooo deary,

You speak right to my soul. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve fantasized being the center of an Uchiha pissing contest. I’ve always felt that love is kind; love is free and love is patient.I’m hikjackjng your request a bit, I’ve had a draft for several months. There is no real competition here, but extremely hot solicited sex and yes. You are correct, Shisui is one hundred percent the purveyor of pleasure.

It will be soo worth it though; there is a second part to this — written by @shisuis-left-nipple, my draft is also beta’d by her as well — thank you my little Shisui harlot. I dream nothing more of being an Uchiha sandwich on a daily basis.

I’ll forefront this by saying there is mentioning of Shiita. Nothing overtly intimate between the two, but it’s undeniably there and at the back burner. Though you are the main focus of this event, I do apologize to the people who haven’t eaten the forbidden fruit.

NSFW; all out Uchiha fuckfest; overstimulation; multiple climaxes; fucked stupid; mild Shiita.

Yea I thought about this for a while. How did you even get in this situation? Probably met at the spring festival and all.

Since, in my au head canon, they foiled the coup. Shisui lives, Itachi rules the coop. Feel free to ask me about exactly what happened — there is so, so much in my one brain cell.

Itachi is now clan leader these days. Shisui is his right-hand man. They've grown out of that phase of just the two of them. I know it's not everyone's cup, but they definitely fucked and now that they're adults and have clan responsibilities, growing out of that phase.… though sometimes they share a girl here or there.

So, here you are at the festival. Looking so gorgeous it's damn near criminal. The spring festival is held in the Uchiha district this year — Shisui called it reclamation day. As part of the planning committee sent by the Godaime, you get to enjoy all the hard work you put into decorating their little corner of the world and Shisui is grateful.

I mean really grateful, his cock thanks you too. Your guys’ budding romance starts out slow.… lol, ya whatever that means in Shisui’s head.

Shisui is the extrovert while Itachi is still a bit shy and reserved. (This might get confusing because Izumi obviously hadn't died, but let's just say well.... I think most of the Uchiha believe in free love. At least the younger progressive ones. It keeps the curse of hatred at bay and sex is free. Love is kind).

Who in their right mind wasn't fucking one another in that gorgeous clan of men?

Everyone was.

This event really turned out, ‘the Uchiha are eternally indebted to you for your hard work' says Shisui. He's the charmer — the concierge of bedroom antics. The proprietor for drawing the women into the sheets.

It doesn't take Shisui long to make fucking shit out of you a habit, upheaving your feels and all. Just casually, no big deal. Starts asking questions after a hot session, of course he came to you during lunch. When he has a craving, the man is insatiable. You mention a few taboo things, maybe binding, nothing too extravagant or out of the ordinary. But he is calculating — ever the entrepreneur, ‘how can I give this girl the most beautiful experience of her life?’ He thinks.

Shisui drops the threesome paper bomb in your lap and you’re like — ‘uhhh….yea, sure. Why not but, with…who?’

‘Well Itachi, of course.’ Just so damn casual like it was a regular Tuesday and he hadn’t spent the last half hour rearranging your guts.

Cue blank screen syndrome, ‘what?’ As if waiting for the room to read itself, ‘is this….something you guys do….regularly?’

‘Yea, sometimes. Just so happened to tell him about this woman who has me in a chokehold. Stealing my soul and that her beauty makes the sun ashamed to shine.’ That sort of Casanova type shit, sick as cancer. Shisui was undoubtedly winning this match.

It serves your desire on a silver kunai. The wet mixture the two of you had created rehydrates and Shisui takes the opportunity to fuck you again, slower — deeper. Asking if you’re interested mid stroke, whispering filth in your ear as you start to come undone. Sexual coercion at its finest. You’re so aroused at the thought of this situation you come hard when he mentions some quip about being a double stuffed bento box.

The good, good Itachi is so prim and proper. He hosts a mini dinner, and you’re sort of sweating, uncertainty beckons you. What the hell is going on here…..it’s mildly unsettling at first, but Itachi refuses to fuck a woman he doesn’t know a little bit about. You all three enjoy Itachi’s over the top meal and the conversation flows. The awkwardness melts away and it isn’t long before Shisui takes off leaving you two alone.

Itachi takes you out to sit on the enagwa for tea. He is such a gentleman to consider you this way. While Shisui preps their sanctum, Itachi’s lips make his first impression, and boy it's hot. Not that Shisui wasn’t the connoisseur of making out himself, but Itachi’s kiss is gentle — light. Soft as petals that feather and cradle yours, making you embarrassingly breathless almost immediately. He wants to make sure you're comfortable with this whole situation and Shisui always finds his chivalry adorable, but you can't talk Itachi out of it. He has to do this. It sets the mood and also lowers any preemptive warnings that you might have, since this is already a new thing for you, there won't be any silly toys. Just pure unadulterated pleasure and free love. Once you spend about a half hour lip locked with Itachi, he's going to lead you around the house. Takes you to a room on the back side that’s dimly lit. Starts kissing you in the room behind closed doors when a small gust of wind comes at your back — Shisui. Always one to make an appearance.

Another set of strong hands are at your back. While one wraps around you from the front, the other from the back. Your senses are already in overdrive, Shisui is the impatient one while Itachi likes to draw things out. Shisui hungrily kisses down your neck and Itachi is just swallowing every soft sigh from your lips. Shisui's hands lift at your shirt, and you thought this through. Some cute lacy see through bra that catches Itachi off guard. Has his sights zeroing in, seemingly devouring you through the material.

Shisui wants the bra off, but Itachi has to remind him who the boss is — using that big ‘fuck you’ energy out of nowhere. Shisui just rolls his eyes, a small glint of the sharingan in an exaggerated attempt to look annoyed but not really — fine, so be it. Itachi can have his portion of you but, either way, a candle can burn from both ends if it's double wicked and there is so much of you to explore, top to bottom.

Shisui kisses down your back as it arches, his hands resting on either hip when he crouches. Itachi is nipping and rolling your nipples through the lacy bra. He absolutely loves the temptation of it and maybe even stole a glance through red spun pearls for later review — yep just know that they are going to be recording this for their own personal collection. (Let's touch on the sharingan for a second, I truly believe that it's emotionally charged. If something feels good, it's out in the open. Big bad and red, like an eye erection or some shit lol. Spinning wildly absorbing collective imagery to database — consider it similar to how pupils dilate when it sees something it likes).

Shisui's already got your pants down. He's so hard, Itachi's exceedingly hard too but he takes forever, so Shisui just starts undressing him too because what are friends for? Everyone needs a little help from their friends. You couldn't be really sure, but you’re positive that Shisui may or may not have kissed the tip of Itachi's cock and licked the excitement off, but all you really could hear was his laugh.

Your pants are shucked and tossed aside, Shisui's got you lifting each leg over his shoulder, he's buzzing and wants to start making you moan. Itachi is just following along for now as long as Shisui doesn’t touch his portion of you. Suddenly, you’re slightly lifted up. Looking down you see Shisui sitting on the ground, his arms holding you up. That shit eating grin filling his face as he peers up at you. Then Shisui’s face at your sex inhaling and exhaling hot and breathy, you sit on his shoulders while he holds you at your lower back. Itachi laughs at the audacity of that man, but he knows how insatiable Shisui is. He wants you dripping down his face, chest and eventually his cock.

Itachi finally removes your bra. The sensations are tantalizing — you got one that's slow and sweet and the other that's too fast for his own good. Shunshin no Shisui never could live life in the slow lane. So just like his namesake you're already one and now a second orgasm deep on his mouth. Your hands, well you didn't know what to do with them. ltachi guided one to his shoulder and the other to rake in Shisui's hair, which instantaneously made Shisui groan on your sopping mound, his nose rubbing in the cleft of your heat and his tongue rolling over that deliriously sensitive patch of nerve within your sweet seam. Prodding you, drinking you in and leaving you full-mouthed whimpering.

Once you've been properly worked in, Shisui stands, leaving you at his mercy high in the air. You yelp and cling to him, so this was the actual strength of a renowned shinobi. He lays you so gentle and sweet like on the bed. And yes this time, you saw what you saw, Itachi languidly strokes Shisui's cock before your eyes and you're like what in tarnation — but it was hot because Shisui bit his lip and looked at you like James Dean with big puppy dog reds. They would tease one another here and there and it would absolutely fan the flame between your legs.

Shisui goes over the many ways this could go down and you're like...

‘I'm just here for the ride. Two against one, does it really matter what I want?’ And they both laugh; how adorable because yea, you're right. They're doing it the way they want and Shisui grabs a few things. Lube, leg spacers etc. but you're like ‘uuhhh leg spacers??’ That's when you end up on top of him turned around, your back to his chest and your legs hung over his knees.

All for your consideration and comfort, he's not one to take liberties, not yet. You’re spread open like the world's finest charcuterie board. Itachi's eyes populate and spin red. 'Gorgeous.’ Cause you are, not a damn thing wrong with you, especially from this perspective.

Shisui's hot breath is at your neck, kissing you all over. Not an inch of skin that his lips could reach is untouched. Neck, ears, shoulders — nipping the space between your shoulder blades. Really a pleasure king for you.

Itachi, this man, may not look like much to the naked eye, but he's that and more. So much more, kneels between your legs and just devours you. Like a fucking goddamn goddess, his lips make praise to your sopping cunt. That damned nose, rubbing it all up in your clit while his tongue is gently teasing your slick. You've never had someone be so attentive to you, and while you're distracted in pre orgasm build up, Shisui is administering a severe amount of lube to Itachi's hand. A grand distraction to addle your mind a bit more.

You've already left your consciousness in the sixth dimension and your soul in the 9th circle to hell. What's something a little deeper? As you climax for maybe the sixth time now this evening, Itachi's slim fingers prod at your uncharted asshole. Oh dear. You've not ever experienced ass play. This is unfortunate but also exciting. You moan treasonously and can *feel* Shisui smirking as he kisses and nips at your back. One of his hands splayed across your stomach. Pressing as you climax hard. Itachi wasn't rough, but he wasn't sincere about knocking on the back door.

‘My apologies' Itachi says when you chirp a little bit over it. Gentlemanly as he is, he's ravenous now. And you can't really be sure, but there is more squelches and a brief motion outside your visual perception.

Shisui says some shit like, ‘breathe for me baby’ through bated breath and next thing you know. Itachi's lubed up Shisui's lovely fat cock and is attempting to breach your second entrance. Oh, mama Kaguya! You were a bit selfish when it came to relinquishing control and Shisui offers you some advice, 'look at me gorgeous.'

It’s in this moment you fully understood what Shisui meant about being a double stuffed bento box, he's only sunk about four inches of his cock in your ass and it's not entirely unpleasant, but new. Your neck is craned in a searing kiss with Shisui, him rocking his hips gently until you're comfortable. Itachi toying with your clit to acquiesce the intrusion. Only when Itachi’s mouth sucks on your bud does it then feel really good.

The intake of air to your lungs as an entirely different type of roaring climax, in a whole new group of muscles, doesn't seem to fill you with enough air to accommodate the salacious inconsolable loud moan that escapes your lips. Shisui gently pioneering slow purposed full-length thrusts into a hole that was once too tight for two fingers.

After that, all he has to do is sit pretty. Itachi takes over after you have a few more orgasms, like what, 9 or 10 now total? If you tried to count, just give up. You're done physically, mentally and emotionally at this point. You've left your soul in their vision for it to never be returned. Completely dominated and owned.

But they're Uchiha. They know the effect they have on people. Itachi puts his hair up a little tighter in a bun. Such a cutie, he slowly strokes himself watching as Shisui has his round. Then the room goes still, all you can hear is Shisui's heavy breathing in your ear, as he’s had to hold back quite a bit. You're so taut around him, he almost busted a nut and unfortunately for him, the second Itachi stretches your weeping and already swelling cunt, Shisui does cum — poor bastard. But his best friend makes sure to angle his slow strokes downwards so that way he gets a little bit of friction and as a double whammy the mere feeling of Shisui pulsating and coming inside of you is like an intermittent vibrator, so you climax, full force. Resting your head on Shisui’s shoulder, he kisses your cheek as your eyes roll shut, and you babble like a cute idiot.

So here you are, hot sweaty and now gagged on Shisui’s fingers as he shoves them in your mouth. Shisui didn't necessarily go soft, the overstimulation of you pulsing and continually on edge keeps a lovely semi at his disposal. Itachi's got your arms wrapped up and set behind Shisui's head, his lips tease at your nipples. He is the slow and steady sensual man. You moan, Shisui moans. Everyone is moaning, it's a cacophony of gasps and sighs. Itachi's is just enjoying being the one in charge of you both, then Shisui starts hitting you with some katon heated dirty talk.

'Such a good girl.’

‘You're choking my cock so well.’

'Another one already?'

Just hot talk and even a bit of teasing. Since he's like buckled down for the ride now, he just gets to experience all the pleasure without much work, but he does make sure to suck at your neck, leaving a few marks on your back too. He's considering that maybe you're the girl for him. With his best friend's approval of course, this is just like a clan initiation at this point. Itachi would let you marry Shisui if he really hard pressed him enough, but Shisui feels deeply, this type of connection only comes once in a life and out of the myriad of females they've shared (which isn't many to be honest) you're this Pandora's box that has so many different things about you he already loves.

Someone is falling hard.

Itachi is of course enthralled with your breasts, they're perky, beautiful and each nipple is gently switched between his lips, pert and sensitive. Though he would turn up the heat and use a little bit of that Uchiha fire to warm them up, only to change the sensation and make you writhe. Slowly pumping himself into you, calls you ‘princess,’ of all things. So old school, Itachi started out quiet but when Shisui is kissing one side of your neck, Itachi is sucking and nipping at the other. All timed of course; right as you orgasm again. Always some sort of over stimulation going on and — hey wait a minute! When did Shisui start playing with your clit? You don't know and don't care because this next orgasm was the most intense yet.

And you squirted all over Itachi's cock, raining down on Shisui's, he couldn't help but start to move his hips a little. The contrasting thrusts sending you even further spiraling.

'Are you ok y/n?' A playful jab at your wavering consciousness by Shisui in a deep raspy whisper. You're catatonic.

An Uchiha flesh-light now. Thank the gods you're on the pill. Just the smell of their musk, power of the gods and that smokey katon heat would one hundred percent have you ending up pregnant and Itachi has big people issues right now, he can't have a kid just yet. You might even just become the wife to both of them. Though Shisui is greedy, possessive with what's his. Itachi has Izumi, but that doesn't mean you couldn’t take part in their secret swingers group.

Here you lie between them, filled up tight to the brim. Shisui has definitely cum at minimum three times, his seed seeping out your little bottom hole. Itachi isn't really that much into multiple, he enjoys perpetually edging the hell out of himself and right when he is about to cum, he slips out. Let's Shisui pound you a few good times and thank gods you have a clean booty hole. Itachi slips him out of his new claimed territory and by gods, there is that lovely Shisui cock filling your warm worn-out cunt. So thick and creamy with his seed, just slips into your tight seam. Slowly thrusting into you, he peppers kisses down your left cheek as Itachi takes a breather. Whispering how much you mean to him, so precious and his. Somewhere down the blurred vision to keep your eyes focused, Shisui is comfortably situated back as your butt plug. Time has escaped you, it all just cascades quickly.

Itachi lifts both your legs under Shisui’s *arms*, oof. Spreading you further, nearly to your ears. Folded like a lawn chair, a personal favorite to both. Shisui locks his hands over your sternum and holy hell this man is strong. You moan when Itachi slips back into your tired cunt. You're still so snug and wet though, the two of them each swing their hips in tandem; you weren't expecting this. All that heavy breathing, encouragement from Shisui and maybe a few a 'good girl’ from Itachi here or there. You're stretched to the limit. Can feel their cocks rubbing against one another through that thin layer of skin that separates your two channels.

Shisui's the first one to bust… again, lucky guy. He's had about five maybe? And Itachi reams his slender hand around your neck. You're so far spent; incapable of an orgasm, beyond belief overstimulated to the point that you're not sure if it's pleasant or not anymore. But it's hot, Shisui biting your shoulder, Itachi's grip tightens a little. He's a bit perturbed you've reached your limit before he could cum, so yea.

Tsukuyomi induced orgasm for you, honey.

Red spun pearls lull and bend your subconscious, all he says in the echo chamber is 'cum.’ Much to your surprise, you do, several times more. All over him as he deposits the hottest load of baby gravy into your cunt, making sure to fuck it in you. Tapping it against your cervix like it was some sort of keg tap. Just knock knock knock genetic coding at your womb. But he apologizes for getting so aggressive once he drops that mild soporific genjutsu and Shisui is trying to not snicker at your disheveled face.

Now honey, you've had a rough night. Let's talk some after care. Lots more kissing, worshipping your amazing body for all the shit it's just been through. Wrapped up like a cocoon and carried off into the main portion of the house.

What do you want? Tea? A movie? A bath?

You can bathe with both of them. Or alone. Whoever you choose. They are definitely going to make sure you are treated with the utmost care and adoration the Uchiha have to offer.

Do you need your leg muscles rubbed? They did go numb at some point. So, you have your bath, Shisui is there while Itachi makes tea. Shisui is such a gentleman though, washing your back. Asking if you want to wash your special areas yourself, he feels like maybe they just violated you, but you laugh out loud at and kiss him softly. 'I got exactly what I asked for.’

And he smiles the full length of his mouth. Such a handsome guy, the bath is rather quick. Itachi's readied the tea, and you can have your own room for the night, but like... ‘what if we all just cuddled and slept in the same bed.' You speak.

‘Hot damn, yes that too,’ Shisui quips. You're like a loaded canon and he is absolutely pulling the trigger finger on that.

Itachi nods and smiles, ‘ok.’

So, you have your tea, maybe even watch a movie but girl you are dead on your ass. You pass out within the first twenty minutes, Shisui finishes your tea and carries you to bed. Gently stationed between them, you just sleep so peacefully and serene.

Yep, and then when the morning comes, it's breakfast time.

#shisui uchiha #shisui smut #itachi uchiha #itachi smut #itachi headcanons #shisui headcanons #Shisui x itachi x reader #mild Shiita #itachi x shisui #shisui x itachi #shiita #sorrynotsorry #uchiha clan #uchiha family #uchiha headcanons

[thinkingabthim]

🍃🕊️｡✧⭒˚ ~ Something doesn’t feel quite right.

Genre: Angst to Fluff???

Obey me Brothers x Teleporter!reader (platonic except Lucifer)

Summary: After a bad mental health day, you decide to take a break in another country. Not knowing that time passes through. How she was gone for 24 hours turns out she was gone for a year.

Word count: 1,066

Inspo: yo mama

Warnings: Yelling and swearing

A/N: I wrote half of this in 3-4am, also happy new year 🥳 my first post in 2023 sorry for late post I had school and also I don’t know how to end this 😭 this is bad I hate this

Multiple thuds have been heard from the upper floor, and multiple people falling off the stairs.

Multiple thuds have been heard from the upper floor, and multiple people falling off the stairs.

Multiple thuds have been heard from the upper floor, and multiple people falling off the stairs.

Asmodeus was the first to approach you, running;

“Where are you going dearie?” He asks, clinging on your side.

“I’m gonna stay at my friend's place.”

“Who?”

“Uhm, f/n”

“And how long are you planning to stay with them?” Lucifer appears out of the shadows.

“We’re planning to have a sleepover,” you lie

“You don’t seem to have any packed for your sleepover” he points out

“I have some stuff in their place” you explain, fidgeting with the ends of your sweater.

“Very well, enjoy” he gives you a smile of approval

“WAIT Y/N DO YOU HAVE YOUR-” Mammon’s voice get cut off by the slam of the door

Normally you would tell them when you were gonna teleport to a place, but you decided not to this time.

You wanted to be left alone.

Everything was too loud.

You closed your eyes and felt the world spin around you.

And suddenly, you’re in Switzerland.

You look behind you to see the inn you always stayed in when everything was too much.

“Another night hmm?” The old couple who owned the inn; said

“Yeah” you chuckled

“Well, go on then. This night is on us” They smile at you.

“Thank you Mrs Aebi and Mrs Müller”

They hand you a key, and waved you goodbye

You entered your room and fell asleep immediately

Time passes.

You basically slept for the whole day.

When you woke up, you had an hour left to do what you wanted to do because you slept for 23 hours (me tbh)

You decide to hang out in the mini library that the old couple allowed you to stay in because you were a usual.

And just like that your time passes.

You hand your key, and teleport back to Devildom, it took longer than usual but you shrugged it off.

As you stood in front of the house of lamentation, it somehow looked like it aged.

There was more overgrown vines, but you ignored it and entered

“I’m home! “ You yell out closing the door behind you

…

No answer, normally they’d come running down when you came back.

‘hmm, maybe they went out’ you thought

You pat your pockets trying to find you D.D.D, only realizing you left it in your room.

You quickly run up to your room to be greeted with a different look

Your bed was now covered in clothes with mismatched bed sheets, you look around the room to see everything changed.

Your bookshelf was now a desk, and your desk area was now an empty area filled with random junk.

“What the fuck?” You mumble to yourself

A loud scream was heard after something was thrown at you.

“OW WHAY THE FUCK?” You hold your head.

“WHO ARE YOU?” A female voice yelled

“NO WHO ARE YOU? What are you doing in MY room” you yell

“I’m Zoe and it’s not your room, it’s mine” She says crossing her arms

“Zoe, is there something-“ Lucifer’s words get cut off

“LUCIFER YES, can you tell this girl to get out of my room?” You ask him

There you were, standing in front of Lucifer, who kinda looked more unstable than before.

“If this is a shapeshifters sick idea of a joke, it’s not funny” He says anger laced in his voice

“What do you mean? What the fuck is wrong with all of you?”

“Get out. Whoever you are, get out. Diavolo will hear about this. He’ll hear about a shapeshifter disrespecting a dead friend of ours.” He grabs your arm and drags you out the house

“Friend? Lucifer what do you mean friend?”

“Get out. And shape shift back to your normal form. What you’re doing is disrespectful.” If looks could you’d be 6ft under

“shape shift? Lucifer you aren’t being serious right now right? What the fuck is wrong with you? I’m gone for a day and suddenly you don’t know me?” you snapped

Your words were ignored and a door slammed in front of your face.

“Fucking hell” you run your hands through your hair

“You can’t be serious, asshole! Open the door!” You kick the door, only to receive no answer

“Okay well fuck you too I guess”

At this point you didn’t know where else to go.

You walk around Devildom thinking where else you could go, while you are walking you notice a few stores changed.

Your beloved bookstore was now a restaurant.

Your favorite record store, where you used to shop with Lucifer, was now a fashion boutique.

You didn’t notice how far you walked, suddenly you were in front of Diavolo’s Castle.

While you were staring at the building in front of you, a light bulb turns on in your head.

You confidently walked in front of the gate, only to be stopped by a few guards who you don’t remember being there;

“You can’t enter”

“Why not and also who are you?”

“Not relevant. But you cannot enter”

You groan

“Oh my god look a trespasser!” You pointed at a random area

“We aren’t falling for that.”

“Nah bro I’m being real”

The guards looked at each other and immediately ran to the area you pointed in.

While they were distracted you teleported in.

It was like luck was on your side (kind of) you teleported in the throne room, where Diavolo was in;

“DIAVOLO! I need help- Lucifer is acting like he doesn’t know me and I’m a shapeshifter??? apparently-“

“Y/n? Is that you?” He asks interrupting your ramble

“Jesus Christ, yes it’s me, I am here. What’s with everybody today?” You question

“Y/n…” He approached you

“And also there’s some girl named Zoe in my room???? Like excuse me-“

“Y/n.” His voice demanded, hands on your shoulder

“Yes?”

“You’ve been missing for a year.”

…

It was quiet, so quiet you could hear a fly burp.

“What?”

“You were missing for a year, everyone believed you were dead.”

“What,,, no?! I was only gone for a day. That’s not possible!” you panic

“You said you were with f/n but when we went to them to see if you were there you weren’t”

“What?…” you felt like you were gonna faint

#angst #drabble #fluff #obey me x female reader #obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me angst #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beezlebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

[aziraphales-library]

ok so im not sure if this will make any sense, but i was wondering if you had any recs for like,,,big fics

an example would be "the time before" or "a memory of eden"

fics that are multi chapter, have a long over arching plot, preferably ones that involve the whole season 1 gang (anathema, newton, the them etc.)

sorry if that made no sense!!

(oh also any sort of relationship between aziraphale and crowley is fine. i dont mind. maybe preferably fics with no smut but it doesn't matter really)

thanks!!

You’ll want to check our #long fic and #apocalypse buddies tags for more fics like this. You didn’t specify if you wanted to avoid AUs or not (because there are loads of those), so I’ve stuck to canon-compliant. Here you go...

Earthbound Creatures by IneffableToreshi (T)

In burning Agnes Nutter's second book of prophecies, Anathema and Newt discover a mysterious page that refuses to go up in flame. Atop it is written a poem which neither, at that time, can hope to understand.

Something is happening, wheels are turning, and neither Heaven nor Hell are wont to forgive and forget. An Angel and a Demon are very much in danger of losing one another.

Keep Yourself Alive by Jlocked & The_Lady_of_Purpletown (T)

The Apocalypse didn’t happen, and Aziraphale and Crowley's respective Offices have been dealt with. For now. This should be a time for celebration and enjoying their life on Earth. But it seems Heaven has a different Plan for Aziraphale, and Crowley might not be able to solve this.

Meditations on Domestic Bliss by wordsphoenix (NR)

Everyone is alive. Time for an angel and a demon to start doing some living. Preferably in close proximity and with deeper significance than the friendship previously mentioned, since feelings are very much allowed now that Aziraphale and Crowley are aligned with emotionally-driven creatures, and, more importantly, each other.

Good Endings by WyvernQuill (T)

A Narrative of Certain Events following the Ending of the World (Except Not Quite), as vaguely hinted at in The Slapdash and Not Very Helpful Prophetic Tidbit of Agnes Nutter, Witch (And Matchmaker.)

"Their lives are in horrible, terrible danger that only we can save them from!" Anathema held up the Prophetic Tidbit. "It says so. Right here." Madame Tracy peered at the page. Raised a meaningful eyebrow. "Dearie, as a woman of, well, considerable experience, I really don't think that's what 'the lyttle Deathe' means in this context..."

"Huh." Anathema squinted. Flipped the page. Read another bit. "....huh."

(Or, alternatively: Eight - give or take - matchmakers trying really, really hard, honest; two clueless ethereal/occult beings mutually pining their endless days away; and one witch, who can't leave well enough alone when it comes to matters of the heart, no matter how many centuries ago she died.)

Time is the Longest Distance by Beckers522 (M)

Six months had passed since the world hadn't ended and life was good. Life was more than good. It was more than nice. Life on Earth, here in his little corner of London, here with Crowley by his side was absolutely wonderful. Until the day that it wasn't. Until Aziraphale walked into Crowley's flat to find his best friend mysteriously discorporated with both Heaven and Hell staying silent on the matter. With Crowley trapped in Hell and Aziraphale unable to reach him, the pair set off to find their way back to each other. They will have to fight against Heaven, Hell, and Time itself to make their way back into each others arms once more.

This is a full-length story based off the comic by the wonderfully talented Lei_sam. If you have not seen it yet, you need to go check it out. Link in the notes section.

Love is a Temporary Madness by Beckers522 (T)

"They'll leave us alone, for a bit. If you ask me, both sides are going to use this as breathing space, before the big one." "I thought that was the big one." "No. For my money, the really big one is going to be all of us against all of them." "What? Heaven and Hell against...humanity?"

The Apocalypse has come and gone, but Heaven and Hell aren't satisfied. They'd tried and failed to enact their revenge once. Perhaps it is time to try a different strategy.

And the two you mentioned (I assume--please include authors and/or links as well as titles!)...

A Memory of Eden by ImprobableDreams900 (M)

When Crowley gets captured by angels and dragged up to Heaven, Aziraphale knows he has to rescue him—no matter the consequences.

The Time Before by M4R4N14MH (G)

The Apocalypse is not long over and Aziraphale is looking forward to a life free of Heaven and Hell and, most importantly, full of a certain Anthony J. Crowley. That is, until reality attempts to set in again. Now Angels and Demons are being murdered, Heaven and Hell are in disarray, and Aziraphale reunites with a friend older than God Herself. Alpha Centauri has never looked so welcoming, in Crowley’s opinion.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #post-canon #post-almost-apocalypse #apocalypse buddies #long fic #mod d

[koroleva-nazyalensky]

I have my grievances with season 2, sure, but one thing they did do is conclude it in a way that I personally would have loved the Grisha Trilogy to have ended the first time around.

Like obviously, I would’ve loved more Darklina. BUT, we’ve been living off of crumbs for years now, and they made Mal less of an asshole in the show, so I knew we weren’t going to get much post war room anyways. I’m sad the tethered scenes got cut short (RIP this isn’t real—let me) and he didn’t die in her arms, BUT he didn’t say she was nothing so I’ll take that as a win.

That said, I’ve always thought that an intriguing aspect of Alina’s character development is her affinity for power.

In the book, it scares her how much she wants it because it positions her in league with the Darkling.

"You were meant to be my balance, Alina.  You are the only person in the world who might rule with me, who might keep my power in check."

"And who will balance me?"

She fears it, and quashes her hunger for it time and time again, for Mal, for her own sanity. And yet, she doesn’t get a choice when she loses it. That loss permeates through everything, even her quiet life in Keramzin.

“Sometimes he would find her standing by a window, fingers playing in the beams of sunlight that streamed through the glass…”

This quiet life she defaults to makes sense for her character because her agency in the books wavers frequently and she’s very affected by Mal’s disdain for her abilities (for like the first TWO BOOKS–). But is frankly, boring as hell for a former saint. And, like the Darkling in a way, I did think she could deign to accomplish more.

In the scenario she’s placed in at the end of season 2, not only has she distanced herself from Mal willingly, but she gets the chance to be Grisha without the Darkling looming over her. She uses Merzost to revive Mal, has full control over her powers with all three amplifiers at her disposal, and used the cut, completely destroying a Grisha under the influence of Jurda Parem. On top of all this, she has fully accepted her role as Sankta Alina and is on her way to be Queen of Ravka. 

Think about the implications of this. A big theme in the books is that *ouat voice* all magic comes with a price, dearie. If Alina gets to keep her powers, it’s implied that she also gets to keep her prolonged life. She is at an all time high, her impulse controls are dead and out at sea, and her inflated pride has the potential to lead her to THE MOST satisfying fall.

When she uses the cut (in the same way the Darkling does) the upshot and shadow in her eyes as her mouth upturns slowly–UGH I’m honestly living for it. And like, we know she needs something to do while the crows are out there ice court heisting right? RIGHT? I’m not saying this is where I saw this show going, but since we’re here in this HD fanfiction world why NOT have Dark!Alina? How would show!Alina, crack under the Apparat’s influence? Who’s going to be her balance when the Darkling and Mal are gone and Nikolai is literally dealing with his own demon?*cough* and falling for Zoya *cough* What would it take to get this girl’s hair white? And what do I have to do to get a Yurified Darkling in the same room as her?

On that thought, (pardon my unabashed love for drama, I am a Darklina girlie in this Malina world above it all) if we even get to some version of the KOS Duology, does this mean she’ll still be Grisha when the Darkling comes back as the Black Heretic? Will she be queen? A mad saint shunned in the same way he was? A self-fulfilling prophecy? How absolutely delicious would that reunion be? For her to stab the monster and then become him? She wouldn’t be able to look him in the eyes and take the high ground like she did in the sanatorium scene. Everything he tried to warn her about would come to fruition. They could face each other as equals who made some decisions and just like retire together for eternity. (My delusional Darklina shipping ass is brought to you by Start a War btw… I read it immediately after Ruin and Rising on ff.net the first time around, I highly suggest it if you too are suffering)

To get back to the point, were it not for the Duology and the Zoyalai of it all, I’d honestly be for the Sol Koroleva route all the way. I mean, look at her!!!

Don’t you just want to see her gain the world, and then lose it all in the time it takes the crows to break Matthias of Hellgate? You can’t tell me a season 3 with an OP Sankta Alina dealing with post-civil war Ravka wouldn’t be entertaining at the very least.

Like, of course at the end of the day I want Zoyalai endgame with blue ribbons and rings the size of an acorn, peep the url, besties. But GUYS come ON we know how these things go. Mal’s gonna come back, reign her in and they’ll eventually end up in that boring orphanage with a cat or whatever anyways. In the meantime, we could have so much fun!

If you approach the show as you would fanfic, it’s not as maddening. Trust me, I’m a Darklina shipper and a Zoyalai shipper– you can’t even get to one of those without stabbing and burning the other. I know the showrunners would sooner give us some random love triangle with Tolya and Inej (a topic for another day) than all this but a girl can DREAM.

In conclusion, I did not prematurely lose David for nothing, I need to know where they’re going with this, so please be more chill so we get that unhinged season 3, thank you.

#shadow and bone #sab #grishaverse #alina starkov #sankta alina #starless saint #the darkling #shadow and bone netflix #dark!alina #darklina #aleksander morovoza #zoyalai #nikolina #nikolai lantsov #this was in drafts for a minute but it had to be said #like we can’t be upset guys have you READ the duology #it’s all about rolling with the punches #I didn’t even like zoya until like ruin and rising and now she’s my favorite character #anything could happen #I know we’re not gonna get darklina endgame #I know it in my soul #but I’ll take whatever this is like I took their reunion in ROW #Jenna rambles #literally #I usually go off like this in the tags but this has been in drafts for like a week now

[sheinthatfandom]

For the AU how about AEW in the world of The Magnus Archives

Thank you so much Lizzy who I’m assuming sent this cause I don’t think I have anyone else on here who likes the Magnus archives and wrestling lol I decided to go with the apocalypse.

1)statement Of Bryan Lloyd Danielson, lifelong vegan, and eco friendly goat man. He spent his whole life pushing to do right by the environment based on what he read and yet in the end still found himself on the processing line. Each step takes him closer and closer to the fate he feared so badly for the small creatures he refused to eat, but hey at least his body won’t go to waste. Victim of the flesh.

2)statement of Jonathan Moxley. His feet are pounding against the soft earth, muscles flexing and eyes sharp as he chases his prey through the deep woods. The call for blood is ringing in his ears as he leaps off a large boulder landing in front of the terrified victim before him. The prey blubbers and begs for mercy, for forgiveness, tries to call Jons human side out to remember their past brotherhood. Jon answers the call in his ears instead. When there’s nothing left to rip apart he rolls his shoulders and saunters off. There’ll be more prey soon and he wants to check in on his pack. Avatar of the hunt.

3)statement of Maxwell Jacob Friedman. Where is he? It’s so foggy, hello! Is anyone there? There should be people here. He was around people. Wasn’t he just around people? Yes, yes he was somewhere surrounded by a crowd, an event maybe? Was he important? Was the event for him? No, that can’t be right. If he was important then there would be someone here. If he was important then someone would care enough to be here with him, but he’s alone. So alone. He doesn’t want to be alone, but it feels so achingly familiar. Victim of the lonely.

4)statement of Toni Storm. Things are truly marvelous, wonderful, stupendous. She’s helping so many people who have lost themselves. Madness is a terrible illness, a tragic fate really but well one must help where they can. And with the world having gone tits up as it were of course Toni would do what she can to save as many poor souls as she can. It’s all quite simple really, if they remember her and her wonderful films then that means they haven’t been touched by the madness. But… if they had her assistants were quick to pluck the madness right out of the poor dearies heads. Lobotomies are all the rage you know? And well if they’re so far gone they can’t be saved… well then might as well save what parts they can. Waste not want that as it were. Avatar of the stranger.

5)statement of Daniel Garcia. He can hear the beginning sounds of the music playing. It’s almost time for another show. He hates that damn song, was there ever a time it didn’t make his skin crawl? He can’t remember anymore, but he knows he hated it even before everything changed. The lid on his box is lifted and he’s blinded by the white light of the spotlight overhead. His arms are pulled by the thick strings attached deep into his bones, jerking him ip and out of the box. His head looks forward before it’s forced up with a flick from above. The crowd laughs at him as he’s forced back and forth across the stage and dances and jumps and twirls for their amusement. He wants to cry, he’d quit he had been free and working on his own. Why was this happening, was this hell? The crowd cheers as he reaches the end of the act and he’s put back into his puppet box. The next show will start soon. He takes the short interval to try and force his fingers to move. Maybe if he can move on his own he get away. Judas begins to play, the next show is starting. Victim of the web.

I probably spent way too long on this lol but ty I had so much fun with it

Send me an AU

#aew #the magnus archives #ask game #Loren gets mail #Loren writes #anonymous #tw torture #tw lobotomy

[jiangwanyinscatmom]

Honestly it baffles me to see people trying to make Hua Cheng's love for Xie Lian completely unexistent. Come on, dude fought 33 gods and burned down their temples, lit up 3 THOUSAND LANTERNS FOR XIE LIAN. Died like, 3 times for him, waited 800 years for him, you can't even TRY to argue that Hua Cheng isn't a simp and doesn't love Xie Lian. Now, say that Xie Lian is boring... Anon dearie, you either didn't read the fucking books or your reading comprehension is absolutely flawed. Sure you don't have to love the main character (tho why even like the story if you don't like the protagonist or smt), but at least you gotta respect others and stop trying to push an agenda only you are seeing. Besides, Xie Lian is awesome and I don't know how you can say he isn't. Anyways, Sorry abt the rant Ava, I'm just getting absolutely fed up with this anon and I'm about to throw hands, Calamity style - 🐉🦋

By all means I encourage it!

As you said, you don't have to have a deep attachment for it by any means, but at least understand the basics of the plot that are textual information as comprehension. I spoke of something similar just earlier with @ladypfenix, she said something that is very apt in regards to the fandom (at least the western side of it):

"And probably because they want to treat her (MXTX's) works like marvel fandom where people get shoved together on a whim and a decent author can create more chemistry than the movies do and it just doesn’t work that way."

And this has a lot of truth to it, mainstream western media is given almost nameless slates for fans to project on to garner further revenue, the fans are what are made to fuel and funnel that interest themselves and when others of course join, they are met with something honestly lackluster and you are left there going "this is what was so hyped?". It's an interesting phenomenon that is pretty unique to the western sphere of fandoms. They are made to fill holes that very few creators want to bother with and don't care about character inconsistencies when they're are 20 others also writing a plot. Ironically with many not even actually meeting each other to really discuss the scripting.

This is also why the usual love of "crossovers" doesn't quiet feel so easy to do with MXTX's works, there are rules of her being worlds, that are not interchangeable, nor are the characters interchangeable to fit anything and everyone. They are on such different spheres of experience and personality, I dare say most would not interact with each other of their own choosing. When characters are that deeply explored by the author, there really isn't anything to make "better" or fix without it being a horribly shallow mediocre rendition that loses the charm of the original.

Really one major theme that can be shared by the love interests of her works is their devotion to who they love with their all. And as I have said before, it is not about if that love is deserved, because they don't want to feel as a burden or troublesome to that beloved. It is meant to be a very unselfish romantic love despite all the traumas they may have faced, it is not because of who they loved and they will never see it as such.

Hua Cheng wanted others to stop placing unbelievable expectations on Xie Lian, since saving a nobody at the time that nobody else cared about, was able to save that life. Lan Wangji wanted others to realize that Wei Wuxian was always good and placed the burden of protection of others on his shoulders despite the harm it ultimately did to Wei Wuxian, it wasn't about being right, but being human and caring. Luo Binghe wanted someone to see him at his most awkward and real, to be able to be seen as vulnerable without being tossed away for showing that side of himself and being looked on with the usual disgust if he did fall.

It's an endearing theme for them to be able to finally find someone to have that with and be virginal because you simply are waiting for someone to share that with. Thinking of love as something precious as well as sex isn't something to scoff at, given how much of media tells is the opposite while also degrading those that are casual.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #svsss #scum villain

[mephinomaly]

[TL] The King Below the Moonlight/Chapter 2

Location: Resting Room

Rei: …Hmm~

(I suppose I am a little curious… Jou-chan said that there was nothing wrong with those pictures. Yet, it seems there’s still something not to her liking.)

(Not even Jou-chan herself understood what exactly she was getting involved in.)

(Although she felt that something was missing, she lacked the words to describe exactly what that was, and so most likely just said it was okay.)

(It’s tricky to be 100% satisfied. Idols and staff alike cannot endlessly retake shoots and such. As well as that, there’s the issue with deadlines.)

(She gave the OK as a producer after considering various things. There’s not much for me to say about it.)

(I feel awful for putting her in such a difficult position.)

(The least I could do would be to give her a clear answer for the part she’s struggling with.)

(What was it that she said—that it’s not “me” enough…?)

Hnng…

Natsume: Well isn’t this noVEL, seeing Rei-niisan worked up in this manNER.

Rei: —Hm? Ah, Sakasaki-kun? What a coincidence that we are both on break at the same time.

Natsume: Quite. The previously scheduled work is no moRE. I have some time until my next joB.

Speaking of whiCH. You were lost in thought earlier, right? What seems to be worrying yoU?

Rei: Hm? Ah, yes of course… Well, you see…

I think self-discovery is difficult.

Natsume: Is that so? I don’t know the full situaTION, but I could perhaps help you find what you’re looking foR. I have both the time and the ability to read your forTUNE, Rei-niisan.

Rei: No, it’s quite unnecessary for you to worry, Sakasaki-kun. Please don’t waste your free time on me.

Natsume: There’s no need to hold baCK. You’re overthinking it. Reading your fortune in such a place means there are some limitations as to whaT we can do. It'll be easy to use a pendulum though.

Predictions may or may not come trUE… Fortune telling is not somethING bound by certain ruleS.

It’s similar to how a paper-lantern glows dimLY to reveal the treacherous road aheaD.

Do not stumble on that roaD. Do not take the wrong turn on that road. Though ultimateLY, it is up to yourself as to whether you proceeD or not.

Rei: Kukuku, I see… If that’s so, I have no reason to refuse.

Sakasaki-kun, could you read my fortune?

Natsume: Well of courSE, Rei-niisan ♪

Time: An unspecified amount of time later

Natsume: Hmm… yes, yes. This symbolises a staR… No, the nighT sky? If you look towards the night sky, you may receive a good omeN.

Rei: …The night sky? Once again, what a strange revelation. I was thinking something more along the lines of a lucky charm.

Should I wish upon a star, then? Kukuku…Such a romantic suggestion.

Location: ES Hallway

Time: Later that night

Rei: Dearie me… look at the time. It appears that the building has already turned off all of the lights. I’ve stayed rather late.

It’s been some time since my mind has been so clear. Well, I shouldn’t stand around enjoying myself.

Unlike at Yumenosaki, it’ll be troublesome for me to be seen as someone suspicious due to loitering. There’s nothing else for me to do here, so I should return home.

(...Perhaps not. I’m reminded of how Sakasaki-kun revealed my fortune today. Surely it would be nice to take a look at the night sky.)

(Fumu. That thought alone could lead to a special, chance encounter too. Since I’m here, a little detour shan’t hurt anyone.)

Location: ES Rooftop

Rei: Ah…The winter sky is vast and you can see both the stars and the moon clearly.

(I have lived the same amount of years as regular humans, and imitated their way of life. By sharing this world with them, I have also grown accustomed to my physical form…Yet after all that, I feel most at peace at night, under the light of the moon.)

(It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this…♪)

♪～♪～

Hm?

Ah. Is that Jou-chan? Why on earth are you still up at this time?

I see. You were held up at work? You're here with me now. I appreciate you working until late.

You were just heading home, but spotted me up on the rooftop…? Ah, so that is why you followed me up here.

Quite so. A cute magician bestowed a trendy revelation upon me, so I decided to take a quick look at the night sky.

Hm? Is something the matter? I’m not quite sure why you’re suddenly apologising.

You took a picture without asking…? Oh. So that sound I heard was that of the camera shutter? Well, I don’t particularly mind if it’s Jou-chan taking the photo.

Your body moved on its own accord? Is that how it is? What a strange girl you are.

Eh? I’m like the king of the night? Me?

Standing against the backdrop of night makes me look like a grand portrait? You were so overwhelmed by the sight that your body reacted and snapped a photo?

—Ahaha! That’s excellent! What a terrific pick-up line!

Kukuku… Yes, yes. Living together with people had made me forget without realising I had… but the loneliness of those silent nights, where I was cloaked in night, was certainly a significant part of me.

Just like this. Bathing under the moonlight has enhanced my powers.

I am the king who inhabits the black of night. The veil of darkness is the best cloak for me to don.

Will you take my hand? If you do, I’ll show you a moment of supreme bliss that no other human can replicate—if you’d like, that is ♪

#rei sakuma #enstars #ensemble stars #translation

[gothiethefairy]

anyway, here’s my wip geraskier fic of the concept of “jaskier’s family is like the addams family of the witcher world”

that concept idea belongs to @penandinkprincess, i just went for it bc i thought it was a cute and funny idea.

tell me what y’all think, i am chucking this from the fandom’s dumpster where i usually hang out. it’s been a while since i’ve written fanfics, so sorry if i’m even posting wips all wrong.

anyway, enjoy.

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Kooky and a little spooky

Geralt/Jaskier. Established relationship. Meeting the family. Jaskier is from The Witcher’s version of the Addams Family. Fluff and Humor

  Geralt knew he was in trouble when he got the house wrong. He was ready to walk up to the beautiful-looking mansion with lovely garden sculptures and bright flowers, with even a fountain of a statue of a little angel-looking boy spitting out water. To finally meet Jaskier’s family, which was a thing he’s been dreading since he finally worked up the nerve to confess to Jaskier. He was ready to open the silver gates when Jaskier stopped him, putting his hand on Geralt’s shoulder.

“Where are you going? That isn’t my parents’ house.” Jaskier said with an amused smile on his face.

Geralt blinked as Roach let out a snort. Jaskier jerked his head and said, “It’s way more down this road, dear. Just keep following me.”

So, he did. And the road became more barren with dirt beneath them vanishing along with the dying grass, and it’s as if the clouds came out of nowhere. Making everything look more deary and ominous. Jaskier was too busy humming a tune to himself, more oblivious if anything. They finally came upon, what Geralt thought was at least, an abandoned-looking mansion, with the yard looking wild with weeds and long grass. A weeping willow and dying flowers all around. And a huge black gate with hellish designs on it.

Jaskier turned to Geralt with a huge smile. “Well, here we are!”

Geralt blinked. Roach gave out an uneasy whinny. The medallion around Geralt’s neck began to shiver.

  (A few months ago…)

  This whole ordeal started when Jaskier received a letter from his mother. After playing a few rounds in the tavern they were currently staying at, a young man held out the parchment to him and scurried away. Geralt was still away doing a job, so he wasn’t there when Jaskier received the letter. He still doesn’t know what the letter was even about. But it didn’t matter because later that night, as he and Jaskier laid together on the tiny bed, Jaskier gave out the smallest of sighs.

“What’s wrong?” Geralt asked, his voice deep and rumbling with sleep.

“Oh, it’s nothing dear heart.” Jaskier whispered, twiddling his fingers under the covers.

“It’s something if you’re sighing like that. Just tell me.” Geralt grumbled.

“Well…since you did ask,” Jaskier began and Geralt grunted, “I got a letter today from my mother. Nothing drastic, mind you. Just a simple, oh hello son how you’ve been, kind of thing. It was quite a long letter too. Mother tends to get very flowy with her words when she writes. It’s where I get my artistic flair, you know. Anyway, reading it made me a bit. Well, a bit homesick, I guess. Not that I don’t mind our travels, Geralt! But even you miss your brothers and other witcher friends, right? And it’s has been a while since I’ve returned home. It would be nice to see everyone again…”

Geralt cracked open one of his eyes and shifted around on the bed, looking at Jaskier. “You wish to return home? Is that all?”

“I suppose so. Maybe.” Jaskier mumbled, almost shyly.

“You don’t need my permission, if this is what this is all about.” Geralt said, gently running his fingers through Jaskier’s hair.

Jaskier scoffed, playfully rolling his eyes. “It’s not that, I assure you.”

“Then, what is it?” Geralt asked, and he can smell the anxiety coming off Jaskier.

“Well, I was thinking. If maybe…I mean, it’s only fair because two winters ago, I did meet your brothers and Vesemir. A delightful bunch, we should see if we can write to them too. But anyway, what I’m trying to say is, it would be nice. If you…came along with me. To my parents’ house.”

Geralt blinked. “You want me to meet your parents?”

“Yes,” Jaskier said with a nervous smile.

Geralt frowned with a thoughtful hum. “I’m not usually the…bring home to meet the parents type.”

“Oh, believe me, Geralt. My parents will adore you.” Jaskier said confidently.

“I doubt that…” Geralt mumbles. He sighs, looking into Jaskier’s perfect blue eyes. “Is it important to you, if I meet them?”

“Well…yes, dear heart.” Jaskier said. “I want you to like them. Not everyone, usually likes my family. But you’re important to me, and they’re important to me as well. It also makes everything feel more…official.”

“Official?” Geralt asks, raising a brow. Jaskier lightly smacks his arm, blushing. “You know what I mean.” He grumbles.

Geralt chuckles, giving Jaskier a light pinch to his side, making the bard jump a bit. He can see that Jaskier really wants him to say yes. He sighs, laying back down on the bed. Meeting nobles is one of worst things to Geralt, and he knows Jaskier comes from one. He wonders if the reason no one likes Jaskier’s family because they were the snobby kind of nobles. Rude and condescending.

He heaves out another sigh. “Okay. I’ll go with you.”

Jaskier clings to Geralt’s side. “Really? Truly?” He asks, his voice getting higher.

Geralt nods and Jaskier plants a huge kiss on his cheek. He cuddles closer to Geralt, sighing happily. “You won’t regret this, Geralt dear. I promise.” Jaskier whispers.

Geralt just grunts in return, finally closing his eyes.

#the witcher #geraskier #my fanfics #my wips #geraskier fic #i'm trying to continue it i am just a busy adult and also forgetful #i meant to finish it before halloween but lol that ship has sailed

[summion7]

Professor port: all right dear students today we have something special for you! Each member of every team will be assigned to different regions of the world to assist with local authorities and Huntsman to get more experience!

yang:for how long?!

Professor port: two weeks. Now check your scrolls for your locations as you will be leaving in the morning!

Jaune: man this is going to be bad I can just tell.

Nora: you’ll be fine just that noggin and you be peachy!

Ruby:who says peachy these days?

Weiss/ Pyrrha: I do.

Blake: my mom does.

Ren: well I believe we should eat and pack before it gets to late.

Jnry:yes mom.

Timeskip 4 days later with Jaune .

Jaune:man this kattelox island is a trip! Few grim but they have these rever thing and apparently there is crazy ruins here and there what’s next?

As if invited by the statement a large explosion was heard going off. With that Jaune saw little Lego robots apparently robbing a ice cream shop! Wait scratch that one handed Money to a scared clerk.

Jaune: what’s going on here?!

Clerk: your just in time these little cuties blew up my freezer door because they didn’t want to wait for a lock smith!

Jaune raising a brow: really? Can you tell me why??

Servant bot:miss Tron is not feeling good and has been crying for a long time. We just wanted to see her smile again.

Both the clerk and Jaune were surprised by the reason and the clerk relaxed a bit.

Clerk:why did you feel the need to help this “miss Tron” dearie?

Servant bot#2: she is the closest person we can call mama!

Clerk turns to Jaune:I have insurance and they paid for the food can you not arrest them please?

Jaune smiling: if you like yes.

Turns to servant bots.

Jaune: would it be ok if I accompanied you back to miss Tron? Just to see if I can help in anyway?

Bots:YES PLEASE!

With that the group set off after Jaune reported the incident on his radio. 

Timeskip to Jaune arriving to bonne manor.

Jaune:wow this place is huge!

Servant bot: this way please.

The group moves through the home with their tubs of ice cream making it to a door.

Servant bot #3:excuse us miss Tron we have a surprise for you!

???:Go away! I’m just ugly and useless!

This surprises the group especially Jaune. This woman sounded around his age and to be honest kinda made him think about how he felt first leading his team.

Servant bot #2: please don’t say that miss Tron! We love you and think your the best!

Servant bots 1/3: yeah!

Tron:* sniff* your just saying that.

Jaune:I think they mean it. On the way here they wouldn’t stop talking about all your gadgets and robots and stuff!

Tron:really? Aww babies than-… wait who is that talking.

Servant bot:that’s mister Jaune he helped us carry the ice cream here!

The door was cracked open to show Tron bonne in her messy and sleep deprived state.

Tron: Dummies why did you bring a stranger here !

Servant bots: Because he asked us nicely to see if he could help us make you smile again!

Tron turns to the blonde.

Jaune: it’s true miss. If you like we can share stories and I could make some sweets or something if you like?

Tron:… ok I will give a a chance… for my servant bots.

Bots:Miss Tron! *Proceeds to hug the bonne.*

Tron:cool it ! We have a guest.

Jaune:heh it’s alright I grew up with seven sisters pda is no big deal.

Tron: S-SEVEN?!

Jaune: that reaction never gets old hehe.

The end of the two weeks later

Nora: alright i can wait to share stories with you all once my fearless leader gets back!

Weiss:Where is he away? He should have landed by now.

???:A-Hoy guys whats up? Besides me!

Looking up the beacon students she a large airship moving to dock at the atlas airship port since the other places wouldn’t fit the ship.

Ruby:holy tennis balls!

yang:really rubes?

The group sees the entry hatch open up to show the servant bots rolling out a red carpet. One of them trip near the end Making a noise between *squeak and clank*.

Jaune: you ok #16?

#16: I’m ok.

Walking on the carpet Jaune picked up the bot and placed it on his shoulders.

#16: yay!

Jaune:*chuckles* hey guys I’m back! And I brought back some friends!

Blake: and I thought mime flash mob would be the unexpected thing I saw this week.

Ruby:wait what?

Pyrrha: so who are these cuties Jaune?

Jaune:these are the servant bots. They are so innocent and I’m pretty sure they are almost indestructible. They work for tron.

Ren:tron?

???: THAT WOULD BE ME!

Walking the carpet was Tron Bonne the air pirate turned store manger/clerk before turning back to pirate. No longer was she the little teen who would be stoped by a dense boy in blue armor. Now in her place stood a beautiful woman of 5’6 with g cubs That surpassed both yang and miss Goodwitch and pleasantly plump legs. She also had hair the same haircut that extended to the middle of her back. In the words of slick goku “DAMN SHES THICC!”

Tron:I’m Tron bonne pleased to meet the friends of dweeb.

After introductions.

yang:so kinda wondering why did you all follow Jaune out here.

Servant bot#1: because mama didn’t want to be so far from dad!

….

Rwbynpr:DAD?!

Tron with a massive blush: s-sh-SHUT UP DUMMIES!

Jaune:wait you came to be close and bout open a second store?

Tron:Yes! Wait I mean No! I mean!

Jaune: your so cute! Never change Tron bon!

Rwbynpr: TRON BON.

Tron:Dweeb why! This is so embarrassing.

Jaune: hey I’m really happy that you came to be with me. How about I make up a picnic basket and we go on a wonderful date on a cliff that overlooks the forever fall forest?

Tron:… I’d like that very much.

Jaune kisses her forehead: sounds like a plan.

Turning to his friends.

Jaune: I promise to tell you all about my adventure but I got to drop this off and make a basket up!

Jaune proceeds to grab another servant bot and sprints off to the dorm,

Pyrrha falling to her knees with tears flowing freely: I I was to slow to confess! *sob,sob*.

Nora: I’m sorry Pyrrha I should have been a better wing girl for you.

Tron: so you like Jaune too?

Pyrrha:y-yes I won’t get in the way of your and his happiness. Just promise you won’t break his heart.

Tron:how about I promise to share?

Rwbynpr:share?!

Tron:listen I know exactly how you feel and I wouldn’t want to make any of his friends to feel the same way I did after megadweeb chose his blonde friend. Besides I’m a pirate I do what I want and I want what will make me and him happy. Can you make him happy?

Pyrrha: yes!

Tron:good. Hurt him and I’ll kick your but! Now come on we have a date to get to!

Pyrrha: r-Right!

yang:huh who could have seen the day that Jaune would have two girlfriends?

Nora: I did! I mean have you seen the arc booty! Of course a amazoness and a pirate would want it.

Ren:… true.

#jaune arc #rwby #nora valkyrie #yang xiao long #ruby rose #blake belladonna #weiss schnee #pyrrha nikos #lie ren #rwby arkos #megaman legends #tron bonne #slick goku

[kitsunefyuu]

Hostility Toward Villains & AFO is Collecting on That

I decided this question actually got my brain flowing sure I got chemistry but that can wait! This random person who made a random blog got me thinking.

First off, Villains always murder. Like excuse me are you saying that... GASP heroes are equal to villains? Because deary me if heroes can just murder whatever because the villains are bad- Well let think of Police Brutality.

But they are criminals. Who cares about their rights right? They don’t deserve to be helped because regardless you should be condemned for the rest of your life.

Right? Oh boy let look at the shit the villains all had to endure.

Chapter 265

It not like they look the criminals in the eye and get to decide their fate. Acting like it for the best as someone just trying to survive and help their friends.

It not like they are human beings who are constantly being hurt and betrayed by people.

It not like the heroes put words in their mouths to make them seem more tragic just misled when it more like that is their only option. They can’t just abandon their friends but it apparently means they should die right?

It not like there a sixteen year old girl on the villain side who TRIED to talk to the heroes.

They let her go to ask the question they don’t JUDGE her for her affection and desire to talk to them. They just want her safe.

Chapter 289

SHE WANTED ASSURANCE THAT THE ONE SHE LIKES WON’T KILL HER. YES SHE CRAZY BUT I DON’T THINK SHE EVER WANTED THEM DEAD. JUST SOMETHING LIKE THEY WEREN’T GOING TO KILL HER AND GUESS WHAT OCHACO SAID!?!?

AND YET despite this Himiko still tries to talk. To reason to get her to understand her side.

She mentions almost getting killed. This was by Curious a woman many would agree is a villain-

Then mentions she killed her because of course she would. The woman attacked her and tried to kill her, she almost died but she awakened to her powers.

And so...

Himiko heart broke knowing that Ochaco wouldn’t care if she died. That is what she understood, that Ochaco didn’t give a crap about her story. Her background, or anything, she will always be a villain.

Oh let show some other moments of heroes being very unheroic,

Present Mic has shown that he lets his emotions get ahead of him. Since for all intent and purpose he is still a civilian.

Every time they go to kill a villain it basically makes the villain more violent and aggressive.

Chapter 357

Endeavor and Hawk’s attempts to kill AFO certainly didn’t work at all and instead made him use Rewind. Out of DESPERATION because he would have died from the burning.

Every time a hero tries to kill the villain or reject them it only made them fight back all the harder. People are like, they should just stop!

And do what exactly? Accept the possibility of being killed? Being trapped in a new tartarus where you will never see the light of day?

Chapter 372

The villains are struggling with their demons. AFO preys on their emotions because the heroes never let them have an option besides following him.

Violence is all hero society knows and the cycle is going to continue. It ironically what AFO always said and spouts about how the world works.

 The villains are the underdogs constantly looked down on and struggling pitifully. Only Izuku is comparable to their status of constantly struggling and can’t wait to see if the heroes will learn to change.

AFO thrives on this violence because he knows, it will only drive the villains to him and allow them to grow all the stronger.

And unless Present Mic can try to reason with Kurogiri who wants to protect Tomura. Who he has cared for years and likely genuinely even as Shirokuma wants to save him. That Mic will just continue the cycle.

Kurogiri tho will also likely change it so the villains aren’t constantly on the run. The heroes are only helping AFO sink his claws into them further by not giving them a choice.

#My Hero Academia #Himiko Toga #Jin Bubaigawara #Shuichi Iguchi #Kurogiri MHA #yoly's theories

[magicianrabbidsupremacy]

A Magician's Lament Chapter 3 Preview 2

“Alright let’s get this crap over with.” says the Magician. 

Meanwhile Alice goes downstairs to see her grandma. “Hello there sweetie” 

“GRANNY” Alice runs to her grandmother to give her a big hug. 

“Are ya ready to go camping into the woods?” 

“YES YES YES I CAN’T WAIT!! Wait what about Jr.? 

“I’m not sure if he’s ready to go out in the world yet” Alice’s father says. “Maybe when he gets older than we’ll see” 

“Alright c’mon c’mon I wanna go now.” Alice runs outside. 

“Woah Alice she just got here. Let’s not try and rush things here Debby just got here.” Says Alice’s father.

“Oh c’mon David let the girl be excited.” Debby says 

“Now Alice remember to not go too deep into the woods without grandma and try not to disturb animals or get yourself hurt.” 

“Ok, granny. Bye mommy bye daddy.” 

“Bye Alice” 

“Have fun out there” Alice gives her parents kisses on the cheek.

“Here Alice you can put your toys in this bag here and I’ll put them in the back of the truck” 

“Oh thanks grandma. Can I keep my dolly?”

“Of course you can.” Debby puts Alice’s toys in the back of the truck with all the camping supplies.

Meanwhile the Magician is up on the roof. “Alright, I just need to figure out how to get down from here.” 

The Magician climbs down the roof but realizes that it’s a bit too high. He tries to climb back up but to no avail. 

“C’mon…. Oh poo.” The Magician fails to keep a hold of his grip and falls onto the solid ground face first. 

“Ahhhh ACK! Ugh.” The Magician gets up from the ground and see’s Debbie’s truck. 

“There it is now I just gotta get on the back of the truck.” The bunny runs up to the back of the truck only to realize that he’s way too short to climb it. 

“Are you freaking kidding me? I can't climb that.” 

Alice looks behind the truck to see the Magician try to get on the back of the truck.

“Hey, you need help getting up there?” 

“What no?! I can do it myself.” The Magician puts his hat down and gets on top of it. He tries to jump in but he can only grab onto the back. 

Alice, not wanting this to take so long, pushes the bunny into the truck and throws his hat in too. “

Your welcome” Alice says with a happy look. 

“Shut it” The Magician says annoyed. 

Alice goes up to the front of the truck and sits on the second seat with grandma. 

“You ready to go dear” 

“Of course I am grandma” 

“Alright let’s roll” Debby starts the truck and drives off. 

“GAH! Who the hell is driving up there?!” The Magician says as he tumbles a bit since there’s no seatbelt on the back of the truck. “Oh-OH GOD ACK!!” The truck starts speeding up pulling the bunny backwards. “Grrr this better not last long.” 

*A couple minutes later*

“So Alice how have you been” 

“Pretty good, you?” 

“I’m doing fine deary. Just doing the same old stuff like watching tv and taking good care of kiki.” 

“I’ve been taking care of my dolly too, isn’t that right dolly.” 

“I love you mommy” says Alice’s doll. Both Alice and her grandma chuckle for a bit. 

“By the way, how is school going for you?” 

“I’m doing very well. I’m getting good grades and just having a lot of fun.” “Have you been making any friends at school?” 

“Uhh…yeah…yeah I’ve got friends.” 

“Really, what are their names?” Alice stays silent for a couple of seconds. 

“Umm…. I forgot.” She says nervously 

“Really? How long have you known them to not know their names?” 

“Can we talk about something else right now plz.” 

“Oh sorry dear. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.” 

“It’s fine granny.” 

“What about the family? How's that going?” 

“Mommy and Daddy are doing well. We’ve done a lot of cool things like watching movies, going to parks exct. Jr. is pretty much the same adorable baby but he might be able to talk soon.” 

“That’s great to know.” 

In the back of the truck the Magician is bored as hell. 

“Ugh this is taking forever. I bet if I was driving (and had longer legs) we would’ve been there by now.” The Magician tries to find ways to make himself less bored. He sticks his head out to let the wind hit him. Alice looks at the side view mirror and sees the bunny sticking his tongue out. Alice chuckles a bit. 

“Now what are you laughing about?” 

“Oh nothing, just thinking about something funny in my head.”

Unfortunately it doesn’t take long for the Magician’s hat to fly off thanks to the wind. 

“Hey hey WOAH!!” The Magician quickly grabs his hat. “HA! Woah woah AH!! The bunny loses this balance and almost falls off the truck. He has one hand holding on for dear life. 

“OH OH GOD OH HELL!!” 

Alice looks back at the mirror to see him dangling on the side of the truck. 

“*Gasp*” 

“Something wrong sweety?” 

“I-I um…was looking at a beautiful deer in the trees. It was so pretty that I gasped.” 

“Aww that’s cute.” Alice quickly looks back to see if the Magician is ok.

“*GRUNTING* AHH ERR AHH” 

“Please pull up please pull up please pull up”. Alice whispers to herself.

Before the Magician could lose his grip the truck hits a bump on the road. 

“GAH…Oh hey I’m back on the thing. WAH OH ACK WOAH.” 

“WOAH Granny!?” 

“Hope you got your seatbelt sweety, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride” The road becomes more bumpy and the stuff in the back starts jumping along with the Magician Rabbid. 

“WAAAAAH ACK OOF AHH HURP BLEH DAAAAAH''

*A couple of more minutes later*

Alice, Debby, and the Magician Rabbid are getting close to the woods. 

“C’mon when is this gonna end already. ACK, CAN THE PERSON UP THERE PLEASE DRIVE OFF THE BUMPY ROAD!!” 

The road gets more bumpy as the truck gets closer to the woods. 

“Alright we’re here Alice, now we just gotta find a good spot.” Alice chuckles in excitement. 

“YES HAHA, This is gonna be the best camping trip ever.” The Magician is still complaining in the back. 

“HEY WHERE THE HELL IS THE YOGURT BACK HERE?! I’M FREAKING STARVING HERE!!” 

Suddenly a big bump hit the truck launching the Magician off the vehicle. 

“AHH AHHHHHHHHHHHH” Alice looks back to check the to see him fall off. 

“AH! Oh no.”

“Alice, what happened??” 

“Something fell off the truck.” 

“WHAT!?” Debby quickly stops the truck in the middle of the woods. They both get out of the truck to see if anything fell out. 

“Alice, are you sure something fell out cause it seems like everything is in place.” 

“Yeah I swear I saw something fly out.” 

“Maybe something just jumped and landed back in.” 

“Can I see just in case.” 

“Well…sure why not.” Debby lifts Alice up to see all the stuff on the truck. 

“Oh….I guess nothing fell out I guess.” 

“Well since we already stopped I guess we could camp on this spot right here.” 

“Wait really?” 

“Yeah it looks beautiful enough right?” Alice looks around to see beautiful trees, the greenest of grass, the blue sky and glorious water in the distance. 

“You're right it is a beautiful spot.” 

“Alright now we gotta set up our spot” 

Debby starts to grab all of the camping stuff from the back of the truck. Alice takes advantage of this as she checks the Magician Rabbid is ok. The purple bunny walks over to the girl clearly unamused. 

“Hey are you ok?”

“Oh don’t act like you care” The Magician says walking away from her. Alice picks up the Rabbid. 

“Hey let me go you twit” 

“Shhh you can’t let granny see you. She really hates Rabbids and if she sees you she will eat you alive. Metaphorically of course. Just stay behind me ok.” 

“Just stay behind me ok” The Magician says, mocking the girl.

“Hey granny can I walk around the woods for a bit while I wait for you to get the camping stuff ready.” 

“Sure dear just don’t go too far ok.” 

“Don’t worry granny I won’t.” Alice looks back at the Magician. 

“C’mon let’s go” Alice says, grabbing the Magicians arm and running to the woods

“Woah hey” The Magician says, getting his arm off Alice’s hand. “I can walk by myself , thank you very much.”

“Oh umm sorry I’m just excited to go through the woods that’s all.”

Alice skips to the woods with the Magician walking behind her. She hums a little tune with a happy smile on her face while the bunny looks at her once again with a stern look while crossing his arms. They both look around the woods seeing the beautiful trees, plants, and the bright blue sky.

Link to the previous chapters if you haven't read them or need a reminder of the story so far:

#rabbids #raving rabbids #rabbids invasion #magician rabbid #alice gassman #rabbids fanfiction #rabbids fanfic #a magician's lament #wattpad #Yes I'm still writing this story #I wonder why Alice doesn't want to talk about her school friends?

[megan0013]

So, about telling you a fic I wish you write a snippet on...

Hope this isn't too self-indulgent on my part, but a snippet of A Change in a moment? Either pre-Trollhunter!Strickler or post.

Listen. I have spent countless hours reimagining some of the scenes from A Change In A Moment. That scene when Strickler and Barbara reunite after she’d been avoiding him during the Unbecoming arc? Uh, yeah. Definitely thought about them not being interrupted and, more importantly, the teasing that results when the trolls (Nomura, mostly) realize what they’re smelling on him 😆

Which leads me to thinking about what was going on in Barb’s head during the time before that - particularly, when she overhears other survivors talking suspiciously about their troll ‘allies’. Because we all know there had to be a ton of rumors and gossip, right? And that made me think that maybe, just maybe, she’s not the only one feeling unexpectedly attracted to her husband’s new form...

"Oh, stop it. They’re not all that bad and you know it.”

Barbara’s ears perk up as Ophelia’s voice filters through the thick canvas of her tent and she sits up on her cot, shifting slightly around to hear what the councilwoman is, undoubtedly, saying about her husband. Her husband the troll. Her husband the lying troll. Her husband the lying troll who, despite it all, she wishes were lying here next to her right now.

“They are demons,” another familiar voice - Michelle, she thinks - insists in a frustrated tone. “One has horns and wings, and the other has cloven feet. And don’t even get me started on the one named after the sound you make when you scream. It’s huge. It could probably swallow me in one bite. I don’t know why you let your grandson hang around them, Nancy.”

“Aaarrrgghh’s a good boy,” Nana Domzalski says. She’s not defensive, just matter-of-fact. “My Toby thinks the world of him. And that poor Stricklander. He seems so sad, always moping about with the Lake boy.”

“Ah, sí! That’s another thing. Why is the demon spending so much time with that child? It’s not right.”

“The boy just lost his father, Michelle.”

Barbara’s face pulls back into a guilty grimace. Shit. They should probably tell their friends about what’s going on, shouldn’t they?

“And, who knows,” Ophelia continues. “Maybe the reason Stricklander likes having Jim around is because his own family didn’t survive the attack. Did you ever think of that?”

“She does have a point.”

“Or, maybe, he’s trying infiltrate our camp,” Michelle says, and Barbara can absolutely picture her hairdresser’s hands flying to her cocked hips. “He’s sure been snooping around Dr. Lake’s tent a lot, hasn’t he?”

“Speaking of which. Is she...”

“Doubtful,” Michelle huffs. “She’s probably still at the med center. Not that I can blame her. I would be drowning myself in work, too, if my husband just - Oh!” There’s a sharp, surprised screech. “What if Stricklander killed Walter?”

Barbara slaps her hand over her mouth to stifle an incredulous snort.

Ophelia, however, does not. “Ay, dios mío. Michelle. Please.”

“No, listen. What if...” She pauses dramatically. “What if Dr. Lake and Stricklander were having an affair before the attacks? What if he used it as an excuse to off her husband? I mean, think about it. She got over her shock a little too quick, didn’t she? And has she even mentioned Walter? Hmmm? Has she? No.”

“I don’t think - “

So, people are going to start thinking she cheated on her husband with her husband. Great.

“He helped her put up her tent, you know? And you’ve seen the way she acts around him. Angry, but like she wants him to wrap those chiseled arms around her and never let go.”

Barbara’s brow quirks. 

“Chiseled?”

“I just meant - “

“Oh no, dearie. You’re right,” Nana says, and Barbara can practically hear her smirking. “He’s well built. Lean, but - what do you young folks call it?”

“Ripped,” Michelle supplies, supposedly before she can help it since a small squeak follows immediately after.

“Yes, thank you. Lean, but ripped.” Nana sighs wistfully. “Why, if I were just a few years younger...”

“Nancy!”

But before Michelle can further admonish the older woman, Ophelia cuts in with, “I will admit, those abs are a work of art.”

They are, Barbara can’t help but silently agree. They really, really are. 

Nana hums. “Mhmm. And the tattoos.”

“Yes.”

“Ladies, please! He’s green.”

“Green is a very calming color,” Ophelia tells Michelle in a very serious tone. “His accent is hot, too, by the way. And there’s something about those horns that makes me want to just - ”

“You know your son can hear you, right?”

“So? He’s a baby. He doesn’t understand what I’m saying.”

“Then why does he look like he’s about to burst a blood vessel? Ophelia, he’s shaking!”

“It’s gas. It’s always gas with this one.”

“Or, maybe he’s uncomfortable with his mother lusting after a - “

“His clothing leaves very little to the imagination, doesn’t it?” Nana interrupts suddenly and rather loudly, intent upon continuing their conversation regarding Stricklander’s enticing physique. “I’d kill to know what he’s packing under that loincloth.”

#writer games #meg answers #stricklake #a change in a moment #this was fun #if anyone else is interested in a little snippet for their fic #let me know #can't make any promises though #i apologize if ophelia seems a little ooc btw #but i needed three people to gossip #oh and barb would also like to know what stricklander is packing under that loincloth #she decides to find out but gets a knife thrown at her head instead