#tw minor cursing

[highpri3stess]

He's Got Me Like Nobody - Nanami Kento x Reader

Pairing: sugar daddy! Nanami Kento x fem!reader

Summary: You swore that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you like your mother. But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

Warning: non-curse au, HEAVY ANGST, dubcon, age gap relationships (nanami is in his 30's while reader is in their 20's), sugar daddy/baby relationship, toxic relationship, power imbalance, implied smut, fingering, angst to "comfort"

monica's notes: please reblog and comment if you like this. an old fic i decided to bring back cause i love it sm.

word count: 3.8k

rated 18+ minors and ageless/blank blogs dni

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RIGHT from your childhood, you were always, always careful with your whom you trusted your heart with, especially after your father had repeatedly left your mother a broken woman whenever he came back to her. You swore that you would never become what your mother was, that you would never lose yourself to a man who only knew how to hurt you.

But when Nanami Kento came into your life, you realize easily you and your mother might not be so different after all.

"Class dismissed."

You snapped out of your haze to return to the reality you found yourself in, annoyed at the fact that your brain refused to cooperate with you yet again, instead, finding pleasure in reminding you of your devastating separation from the only man you fell in love with when he made it painfully clear what the relationship was supposed to be. Picking up your bag from the backrest of the hardwood chair, you got up abruptly, stuffing your books and lecture materials into your bag before running out of the room to avoid the shy glances of a doe-eyed college boy trying to ask you out on a date and having to reject him altogether because you felt no one could make you feel the same way you felt with him.

It was too painful for you. It was painful because you were still grasping onto straws that didn't hold substance, hoping that he would change his mind, he would run after you and follow you until he won you over. It was naive- you were naive- to think that love conquers all and your endurance and labor of love will mean something to the blonde-haired man.

Nanami Kento has already known what love is like, the woman he loved is probably out there and you were just a hole for him to fulfill his needs and to help with his daydreams of her.

That was what he paid you for, isn't it?

Perhaps that was why he decided to break it off as soon as he noticed how clingy and desperate you were for his affection. He was kind to start by saying he wasn't interested anymore, but that died as soon as you started weeping, begging him not to let you go and spewing out a love confession that would haunt you for the rest of your life. The look of annoyance that crossed his face before he calmly told you to stop this nonsense and grow up, etched into your mind like a cave wall painting.

Did you really expect a happily ever after as his cute trophy wife? How disappointing.

You truly knew it was over as soon as you saw him with another woman at your new place of work, smiling and having a good time in the restaurant. Fate was even crueler as you were their waiter, taking their orders and acting as professionally as you could. You were immature, not petty and you didn't want to risk your job. Besides, he acted like he didn't know you, so why embarrass him in the first place?

You shook your head out of the depressing clouds as soon as you stepped outside, taking out your portable umbrella as you braced the storm happening in front of you. You had a part-time job to get to with no excuses for being even a minute late. This is your life now, not with Mr. Nanami helping you out, but with you working out your money using your own hands.

Finally getting into a bus, you decided to prepare your mind for work and plug in your earbuds as you watched the cars and buses go by on the road. It was pretty, you've always thought it was pretty as a kid how the lights blended in the evening time and you adored the way it kept your attention when you traveled or ran around.

Life's been tragic, but at least you still had this all to yourself.

By the time the bus got to your stop, the rain had subsided a bit and you quickly ran into the back of the restaurant a few blocks away to avoid the impending heavy downpour that was coming your way again. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as soon as you entered the building and heard the heavy rain continue, only getting worse as you got dressed in your uniform again.

  "YOUR services requested at a table in the VIP section." your manager told you quietly, placing three menu cards on your hand and giving you a slight push forward. "Be extra cautious, these men are very important people and we don't want anything to get them annoyed."

"Got it." You said with a smile on your face, adjusting your posture and walking up to the stairs leading to the VIP section, giddy because it meant you were probably going to get a good tip or a good experience if they liked you well enough. Last time, you met an elderly couple who were on their 50th anniversary here and talked with them about how you admired their love, genuinely happy that they have had each other for so long. This time, you hoped that they were at least calm and gracious enough to hold a decent conversation with you.

Your happiness died as soon as you saw a familiar blonde-haired man sitting across the table booth, brown eyes glued onto the phone with his usual frown etched onto his features. Your heart sank further as soon as you saw with him were his friends, a white-haired man grinning widely at the dark-haired man as they both shared a joke about how stuffy Nanami was on their "dinner date" that he organized.

"We're merely having a get together that the two of you forced me to have," You could hear the spite in his smooth, deep voice as he snapped his attention from his phone to the two other men. "not a date. Refrain from calling it that." he snapped before asking where the waiter was.

With dread weighing down further on your bones, you took a shaky step forward with a false smile on your face before saying "Good evening sirs, welcome to (name of the restaurant), here are the available options we have for tonight." in one breath while handing out the cards nervously. Your heart dropped as soon as you saw Kento look at you as if he did not know you in the first place, but you told yourself that you would respect both him and you out here in public by grinning and bearing the look of indifference.

The other two men though stared at you with a look of recognition but decided to put it off as they took the menu off your hands and began to look at it like giddy little children.

"Hmm, the squid soup option looks rather good." You heard the white-haired man, Gojo Satoru, utter softly to himself, quite skeptical of what he wanted. You took it as an opportunity to nudge him into a direction so that he doesn't become indecisive and make it more difficult for you.

"I heard from other patreons that the squid soup is absolutely delig-"

"Be quiet." 

You froze up, not understanding what you had just heard Nanami say until he continued talking to you, letting it sink in.

"You talk too much for a waiter, be quiet and wait for him to order." He spoke in a calm yet full of disdain for you. "You do not dictate what someone wants, do you understand?"

You felt like a little child that was being scolded by your father, and uncomfortable wasn't even beginning to describe how you felt as the pitying eyes of Gojo and Getou fixated on your statue.

"Yes sir." You replied quietly, bowing your head in shame, trying to hide the tears prickling your eyes. "I am so sorry," you added, nervousness overtaking your body as he still stared at you as if your presence had flipped a switch inside him.

"You know what, call your manager." He demanded now, despite Gojo's alarmed response, telling him to calm down at least.

"What?" You blurted out carelessly, eyes widened in shock. "Wait, I didn't do anything wrong-"

"What is going on here (name)." your manager called out, rushing to the scene. They had come to check on your progress only to see you in trouble already with one of them. "Sir, what happened?" They faced an annoyed Nanami.

"Is this the type of staff you employ in my restaurant?" he began as soon as he faced the manager, hands folded across his chest. "Rude people, who interrupt a customer?"

You felt your heart drop to your stomach as soon as you heard those words and you knew what was coming next. In between the few exchanges between Nanami and your manager, you didn't bother to waste any time waiting until he fired you himself, you weren't going to give him another win by letting him chase you away again. Instead, you decided to pull off your apron and drop it on the table, getting everyone's attention directed at your actions.

"I can't keep doing this to myself anymore." You muttered to his hearing, your teary eyes glancing back at him before turning on your heels and running off after bursting into tears, covering your mouth to hide your throaty sobs. Ignoring your coworkers asking you what was wrong as you stormed into the dressing room to take back your regular clothes and neatly fold the uniform you donned previously. You pretended not to hear your manager trying to call you back and talk to you as you sprinted headfirst in the rain, not caring if your books got wet.

Your wails were loud and pitchy, drowned under the heavy rainstorm as you ran, not able to contain your pain anymore. Why, why was everything going so wrong for you with this man? Why did everything just end up wrong for you whenever he was involved?

Why did life have to make you suffer over and over again?

You were too deep in grief, you didn't even realize that you were now in the middle of the street until you heard a car horn and it was too late for you to move out of the way.

  THE last thing you could remember was being barely conscious as you were being wheeled into an ambulance, the concerned face of a worried-looking woman who almost ran you over sitting beside you in the ambulance while they treated you for shock. From what you could hear in your hazy state, Ms. Ieiri was a doctor, that was why they were quick in arriving at the scene. You may not have gotten hit, but you had passed out and taken a hit on the tar road badly, so she was worried you might have gotten a concussion.

At least you figured that's why you were here.

Your eyes had adjusted to the light finally, darting around to see that you were in a hospital bed and a private ward. Panic began to set in as soon as you realized all the medical bills that would pile up if you stayed here. That alone made you stand up from the bed in fear and run towards the door but before you could open it, Dr. Ieiri had beat you to it, a look of relief crossing over her face as soon as she saw you awake and standing on your feet. Behind her, the familiar blonde-haired man who had caused you nothing but pain towered over her, and you swore that a look of relief crossed his face as soon as he set his eyes on your figure.

"I need to leave." You whimpered softly, resisting the urge to push through them and take to your heels as you initially planned. "I can't stay here, I can't pay the bills-"

"Don't worry." Dr. Ieri cut you short. "You're free to go now that you're awake. Luckily you didn't hit your head that hard to have a concussion, but there's swelling and you need pain medications-"

"I'll put some ice on it, I'll be fine," you said quickly, now pacing around the room to find your book bag so that you could leave. "I don't want any more extra bills that I can't pay for and my students' insurance only covers accidents with serious injur-"

"I've covered your bills."

You froze in your spot, his calm voice wafting through your ears and stirring up hot white fury in your heart waiting to burst out from your chest.

"You didn't need to." You said angrily, not being able to bury your anger anymore. "Where's my bookbag?" your voice was trembling as you said each word while scrambling aimlessly for your bag.

"It's in my car. We're going to stay at my house this night, it's too late to start driving back to your university, and a young woman like you shouldn't be out this-"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!" You screamed in anger, not being able to take it anymore. Why the pretense? "I DON'T WANT YOU NEAR ME! GET OUT!"

"(name) don't start this her-" he began, trying to get closer to you only for you to throw a pillow at his face hard.

"Get out! Get out of my life! Stay away from me and take your filthy money with you!" You yelled, now alerting hospital staff who thought you had lost your mind. "Go away and leave me alone! Isn't that what you're good at? Just leave me alone and stop making my life miserable!"

Ieri rose her hand to stop the staff from holding you down and let Kento take care of it instead. He braced your punches and slaps until he held your hands above your head and waited for you patiently to calm down.

Everything seemed not to ever work in your favor, because in the end after your curses and insults, it was either you went with him or you end up in a psych ward for your unusual behavior.

  THE city looked breath-taking from the view of the master bedroom of his penthouse -one of the many he owned around the entirety of the country- your eyes never leaving the window as you avoided eye contact with Kento who lay upright on the opposite side of the bed typing away on his laptop. After trying to talk to you and being met with only stone-cold silence, he had given up, deciding to just drop the things you might need for the night on the bed then leave you alone.

"How much was my hospital bill?"

His jaw clenched tightly at your question; why were you always so damn persistent when it came to him? Why couldn't you just be like other people who accepted his kindness and left him alone?

"Don't think about it." He finally answered you exasperatedly, not tearing his eyes from the laptop. "Just go to bed, you have school tomorrow," he added with a hint of concern in his voice. You ignored his gentle tone, discarding every idea of him caring for you deep down.

"I'll pay you back," You insisted, now turning to face him, adjusting his button-up nightshirt that you wore so that you won't expose much to him.  "just tell me-"

"Why are you so persistent?" He hissed in annoyance, putting his computer aside to face you. He paused in his tracks as soon as he noticed you flinching away from him, and took a deep breath. "Just leave it alone, (name)," He concluded, lying on his side and getting ready to sleep. "I'm tired, we can argue-"

"You're tired huh?" You scoffed, now getting up from the bed. "You think you're the only one that's tired?" you continued, pacing around the room until you reached his dresser mirror. "Do you know how much you've put me through? Do you think I like being persistent? That I enjoy grasping straws like hoping you wouldn't hurt me or break my heart as you did?" Your voice shook as you stared at your tired features in the mirror. "Kicking me out because you felt I was getting too clingy? That me doting on you was so pathetic to the point you couldn't stand it? Or you felt my hole wasn't tight enough for you anymore?"

You instantly regretted the words that came out of your mouth as soon as you saw him throw the covers off himself and storm towards you within seconds, eyes blazing in fury. You gasped as soon as you felt his thick hand grasp your chin firmly to look at his unreadable facial expression that only seemed to scare you even more.

"We agreed that if any one of us began to have feelings for each other, I have the right to terminate the contract." He reminded you, his hot breath fanning your terrified face. "You knew what you were getting yourself into and you still agreed." His voice got colder as he held your chin. "Why am I being blamed for your oversight? Do you think I would be stupid enough not to see that you were already hung up on me? I was trying to do what's good for you and me!"

You flinched at his angry tone, eyes closing in pain as he continued using his harshest voice on you. You were done with all this drama happening in your life, you just wanted to leave this place and head back to your comfortable one room apartment.

"I hate you!" You whispered out, now wishing you could hide away your face as tears rolled down your cheeks. "Why couldn't you just leave me alone? Why didn't you just let me move on with my life?" You broke down, body shaking with sobs. "Today at least, why couldn't you just let me be? I was moving on, I was doing my job and yet you still saw it as a way to demean me like when we were together?" You cried out and he let go of you, leaving you to fall on your knees and hug yourself tightly. "I get it, I'm nothing but a stupid broke young woman to you, what do I know anyways?" You gave a broken laugh in between sobs. "But that's not an excuse for the way you consistently treat me poorly."

The room was quiet after you uttered those words, save for your sobbing and his heavy breathing bouncing off the walls until your sobs quietened and he calmed his breathing down. Without another word, you got up from your kneeling position and walked into his personal bathroom, washed your worn out face and walked out of the master's bedroom to his living room and sat on the loveseat, hugging your knees to your chest in silence.

You weren't in the mood to sleep in his house, let alone sleep near him and you didn't want to bother anyone you knew to come by midnight, to pick you up, neither were you ready to answer the questions that would arise from you coming out of this fancy house.

You decided to wait for six am to come while you sat in the darkness. You didn't want to talk or think anymore, you had done enough of that for the past months now.

You just wanted to enjoy the darkness on your own.

"Why are you still down here? You need to sleep."

You kept silent as you felt the other side of the chair dip down beside you, the moonlight being the only source of illumination in the room. You didn't bother to reply him, hoping he'll get tired of waiting for you to answer him and leave.

You didn't expect him to continue speaking to you until he cleared his throat and shifted himself closer to your body. "Okay, you're right, I didn't treat you with respect when we were together and even now, I'm very sorry for that." he began apologizing, his eyes glued to you as he spoke. "I could have handled my emotions better than what I did and I should have talked to you about it instead of cutting you out like that."

You didn't reply to him, only paying attention to your fingers despite your heart palpitating, almost as if it wants to burst out of your chest if you weren't careful enough.

"(name), let's go to bed now, it's late," he called out softly, his large veiny hand slowly resting on your exposed thigh, earning a soft gasp from your lips as his thumb circled softly over your flesh delicately. You hated how your brain turned into mush whenever his soft, well-manicured hands rubbed your thigh gently. He knew he still had the power to use his touch to send you into overdrive, and push you into melting in his arms, willing to do anything for him.

And unknowing to you, the feeling of your skin underneath his thumb always made him weak in the knees, wanting nothing but to hold you against his chest and make you stay with him forever. Perhaps that was why he kept on pushing you away harshly to the point he hurt you, his greatest regret.

Ironically, it was him who was childish and ignorant. When you decided to move on with your life, it was him who kept tabs on you and pushing you to fight for him because he was a coward, he wanted you to think he was coming back to you out of pity, not because he's obssessed with you.

And he still is a coward, using dirty tactics like rubbing your thighs to get closer to you until he was hovering onto your side in the vulnerable state you were in and pressing his thumb against your lip to part it slightly open for him before pressing his against yours, skilled tongue swiping on yours as he kissed you eagerly. You felt ashamed when just a simple, hot, seductive kiss made your dull nipples perk in attention and the pearl in between your legs throb in anticipation, but that shame was pushed at the back as soon as he broke the kiss, his hand on your thigh snaking under your shirt to play with your covered womanhood and earning heavy, loud gasps from you.

"I missed that sound," you heard him mutter against your skin as he rubbed your clit with his thumb over your pink underwear, making you squirm and fall under his spell again, coming undone as he worshipped your body on the couch that night.

At the end of the day, you were in his arms again despite the pain Kento has put you through. You knew you wouldn't forgive anyone else who hurt you like this, but I guess there's an exception to every rule, huh.

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[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

The Eclipses Show

Pairing: None

Word Count: 1,579 Words

Summary: A good wake up and a bad feelings day for Phase. Crescent has a tantrum.

Warnings: Cursing, Past Death (mentioned), Grieving, Abuse, Trauma, Near-Death Experience (mentioned), Harassment, Minor Violence, let me know if I should add anything else.

Chapter 5: I’m Nothing Like You

Solar woke up with weight on his shoulder and chest like a body on top of his own. What the hell? He was sure it was probably Crescent bothering him again so he simply didn’t respond until-

“Dad…” Phase’s soft voice whispered against his shoulder and Solar opened his eyes as he suddenly remembered the previous day. Umbra was nowhere in sight and Phase was laying tucked up on top of him asleep still. Solar put a hand to Phase’s back and held him there. He did promise he’d stay by them and make sure they woke up.

“Good morning.” Umbra greeted him as he came back with three plates of food. Solar’s body had the function just like their new ones did to turn food into excess battery life but it had been so long since he used the function. It had also been a long time since he was greeted so nicely.

“Morning.” Solar groaned.

“Hold on.” Umbra took a fork full of pancakes and held it up under Phase’s nose. Phase’s nose twitched and then his lips before his eyes cracked open and he craned his head and bit the fork, half awake but obviously simply following the scent of food.

“Mowmim.” Phase greeted around the fork and piece of pancake as best he could.

“Time to stop crushing Solar, sleepyhead. He’s gotta eat too.” Umbra chuckled at Phase’s tired antics.

“Do I get coffee?” Phase asked.

“I got you one better. You get a Red Bull if you stop laying on Solar…for now.” Umbra showed Phase the cold 20oz can and waved it around a little like a prize. Phase almost instantly sat up off Solar and grabbed the Red Bull from Umbra.

“I love you!” Phase told Umbra.

“Love you too, brother.” Umbra patted Phase on the head as Phase framed the plate missing its fork, the fork Phase still had in his mouth. “And I got you iced coffee, Sol. Wasn’t sure how you like coffee so I just went with the maple pecan thing in the Faz-Pad.”

“Can’t go wrong with maple.” Solar smiled a little, sitting up and taking the coffee and plate Umbra offered him.

“I’m more of a peppermint person.” Umbra sat across from the two on Solar’s bed with his own plate and a cup of tea.

“You’re a tea person?” Solar asked, drinking some of his coffee.

“I’ll fall back asleep if I have coffee or energy drink so tea is my main source of caffeine.” Umbra told him.

“Rest in pieces.” Phase told him, stuffing a whole pancake into his mouth.

“‘Rest in pieces’.” Solar snorted at that.

“I pity him.” Phase said, mouth stuffed full of pancake.

“Please chew your food, Phase.” Umbra sighed.

“You’re not my mom!” Phase whined but did as he asked anyway, chewing and swallowing the pancake.

“We don’t have a mom.” Umbra rolled his eyes.

“Technically Sun would be your mom in a way and Corona would technically be mine?” Solar told them.

“Oh hell no. I’d rather not have one.” Phase complained.

“Yeah, no. I’ll be motherless, thanks.” Umbra rolled his eyes.

“Realistically, if we think about it, our respective Moon is our mom, our Kill Codes are our dads, and Sun and Corona were like surrogates.” Solar told them.

“That is…horrifying, thank you.” Umbra sighed.

“Yeah, no thanks. I’ll stick with just having a dad and no mom.” Phase told him but paused. “Had a dad.”

“Are you okay?” Solar asked, holding onto Phase’s hand.

“I miss him. And Bloody.” Phase looked down, eating a bit slower as he tried to mask the guilt and regret he felt.

“It’s okay to miss someone. I’m sure he misses you too.” Umbra told him, patting his shoulder.

“Thank you. It’s just a bad day, I think. I’ll be alright.” Phase gave them a little smile to reassure them.

“Well, when you’re ready to come out, if you want to, I’ll be in the daycare setting up. I have like ten check ins today and I feel like I’ll have more walk ins. You two can do whatever you want today as long as you behave.” Solar told him as he finished off his pancakes and took his plate and fork to the kitchen and stuck them into the dishwasher to be run after dinner tonight.

It was surprisingly easy in the daycare, eight of the ten kids were the well behaved ones with the two rowdy ones playing tag near the ball pit. It was simple to give the eight calm kids some drawing activities and just letting the the other two chase each other with his monitoring to make sure neither killed themself.

Umbra eventually ventured out and helped once the walk-ins began with Phase deciding to stay in their room for the day, too overwhelmed today to really get out of bed or do anything. Solar was sure eventually he’d come out of his grief of his family, they’d help him with getting comfortable with his new family.

Family. Solar already thought of them as family? As brothers? He smiled a little thinking about it. It was nice to actually consider someone his brother.

Phase looked up at the door opening, not turning around since he thought it was either Umbra or Solar telling him it was lunch time. He wasn’t up to getting out of bed. He wasn’t feeling the best today and Umbra had stayed with him for a while, assuring him that feeling like that was fine and that he could take his time adjusting to the new environment.

“Yeah?” Phase asked.

“Worthless extra parasite, get up!” Crescent growled. Phase sighed and turned around to look at Crescent with a bored expression.

“What, backup?” Phase asked.

“Why you little-!” Crescent snarled at the reminder that he was a backup of this universe’s original Moon. “So useless! Can’t even get up and do your job cleaning things during naptime!?” Crescent spat.

“I don’t have to do shit. Just because you’re a prick doesn’t mean you get to bully people into doing things you should be doing.” Phase told him but, realistically he felt a bit of fear pooling up. He could remember that it was Moon who had almost killed him not even two full days ago and Crescent looked like Moon enough that it was making his near death play back in his head.

Flare was gone, he had given himself up and allowed Phase to barely live. Flare had given his life because he had decided Phase deserved a real second chance to change. And he wasn’t going to let Flare’s sacrifice go to waste. But having the visage of your almost-murderer yelling at you was scary.

Crescent stepped more into the room and grabbed Phase by the rays, making him yelp at the pain in the head they created as he gripped them tight.

“You are a mistake! Nobody has ever wanted you just like the other two parasites. If you knew what was good for you, you’d keel over and die like your fucking brothers. Maybe then your daddy would care about you again.” Crescent hissed at him.

“Hey!” Umbra snapped in the doorway, grabbing Crescent’s hand holding Phase’s rays and gripped it tight enough to make Crescent release his grip after a sharp crackle, eyes glowing a crimson that tinged his purple eyes, his bits of the kill code showing through as he was pissed.

Umbra practically threw Crescent from their room onto his ass in the walkway. Phase couldn’t breathe, not that he needed to. He curled up in his bed as the words sank in and he hid his face into his arms, black oil leaking from his eyes as he tried to keep his tears silent.

“Don’t you fucking dare insult my brothers!” Umbra spat at Crescent, shaking with rage. Crescent glared at him as he got up before stalking off, pissed.

The crimson tinge disappeared from Umbra’s eyes as he turned to sit with Phase and pulled him up to hold him.

“It’s okay. Don’t believe him. He’s just an asshole. Never believe someone like him, Phasey. You aren’t a mistake, me and Solar want you. We love you.” Umbra assured him as Phase buried into his arms, hiding so he could cry against him.

“But Dad and Bloody. He said Dad would love me if I died like…” Phase hiccuped.

“Your Dad loved you, he wasn’t the best but he was trying as a new dad. You don’t have to die like your brothers for him to love you because he already did. He’s like us. We’re not the best as expressing ourselves. But he loved you, I know it.” Umbra promised him, rocking him a bit as Solar came to investigate the strange sounds during naptime, keeping track of the kids with his internals.

“What happened?” Solar asked.

“Your asshole tried to harass him and poked at some very raw nerves.” Umbra explained.

“It’s okay, Phase, everything will be okay. I promise. I’m sorry about him, he’s just a prick. Please don’t let his words hurt you too much. He’s just a bully, he likes to hurt people. I’m sorry he targeted you.” Solar sat with them, rubbing Phase’s back.

Before long, Phase was sleeping and holding Umbra hostage with his hands tangled into Umbra’s ruffles, unwilling to let go. Solar went back to the daycare, letting Umbra snuggle Phase while the youngest AI slept.

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[starstruckstufful]

chaotic. evil. STIMBOARD!! bewear (someone is falling down stairs)

sirius stimboard for an off-site friend

this is an ALIEn. from SPACE. what the FLIPP!!! /j

👽 the cat stimboard !! 🚀 requests open ✔

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[circesays]

A little fic inspired by Jimmy’s newest Empires video and a conversation with @anachronistic-cat about said lore implications! Enjoy! (Not related to my Cursed Toy AU, btw :D)

Jimmy wrung his hands as he slowly approached the house above, anxiously scanning his surroundings and keeping up his guard. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to turn to him.

(But this world and his friends have taught him that he rarely gets what he wants, and he has to lose to keep it. He still flinches when he remembers his friends, emperors and Hermits alike, surrounding him, throwing that damned potion and suddenly painpainpain and picking him up and tossing him around and forcing him to run-)

So here he is. Tiny, alone, and at the mercy of the very god that started this entire mess. He’s no toy, not really, yet he has a sinking feeling that this will not end well.

(But Fwhip had trapped him in a death loop. Fwhip has crushed him, shot him, felt joy at trapping him in one place and hurting his newest almost-deputy and friend and oh gods he hopes Scar is okay.)

“Joel!” Jimmy yelled, his voice confident and loud despite his smaller size (don’t think about that part- anything, anything else-).

“Well, well, well! If it isn’t my favorite toy sheriff! Come to play?”

And there he was. Standing at the top of the floating staircase, his wings shining silver and gold in the sunlight, and for just a moment, Jimmy remembered when Joel meant safety.

“I need your help.”

Joel smirked. “Really now?”

“Yes. Now are you going to help me or not?”

The god of lore laughed, casually making his way down the floating bits and pieces of terrain. He picked Jimmy up and held him in one hand. “Come this way, and tell me all about your little problem.”

(Hook.)

Jimmy frowned, shaking his head, but acquiesced and did not complain. He couldn’t afford to, not with his citizens and deputies at risk.

“Fwhip’s gone mad. He trapped me in a death loop, he hurt Scar, and he’s insisting that I’m not right as Sheriff anymore. I don’t…”

(He hesitated because admitting this meant weakness. Meant he couldn’t do this alone. But you’re supposed to share burdens with friends, so Jimmy mustered his strength.)

“I don’t want my citizens getting caught up in the crossfire. And being Sheriff protects my town. Will you help me stop Fwhip?”

They’ve stopped under the Eye of Stratos, the arch above gleaming in the morning sun.

Joel let Jimmy glide off his shoulder and onto the railing.

“Okay. I’ll make sure Fwhip stops. But you have to do something for me in return.”

“…what is it?”

(Line.)

Joel grins, a full-blown, feral thing, and laughs.

“Why, admit you’re a toy, of course!”

Jimmy grit his teeth and shook his head sharply.

“Absolutely not! Out of all the stupid requests- no gunpowder? Alliances?”

“All I want is for you to admit you’re a toy, Jimmy. One little sentence. “I admit that I’m a toy.” Can’t be that hard? All for your town?”

And the Sheriff… he hesitated again. Because the consequences would be dire. He could feel it, every time a new friend teased him or called him a toy.

(He knew he couldn’t come back from this one. But wouldn’t it be worth it, to make sure his friends and citizens were safe? That he was safe?)

A quiet, gentle nod. “Okay.”

(Sinker. And little did Jimmy know, but many of the emperors and Hermits were hidden around the Eye, cameras rolling and muffling giggles, Fwhip and Scar included. This was a better show that they expected! Getting Jimmy to admit he was a toy on camera!)

Jimmy carefully hopped down to the bridge, and closed his eyes. “At least promise me you’ll make sure Norman and Flick are taken care of?”

“What?” Joel replied, confused and suddenly off guard. “Why? I mean I’ll do it but I don’t get why you’re asking?”

Jimmy looked the god in the eyes and smiled.

“I, Jimmy, admit that I am a toy.”

(And there was a pause of silence before the laughter erupted, friends emerging out of hiding places and blowing up the chat. He finally said it!)

And then Jimmy started screaming.

It was a piercing sound, loud and overwhelming and painful. He’d fallen to his knees, his hands on his face, tears slipping between knuckles that were visibly changing. His wails died down slowly and painfully, punctuated by cracking and snapping.

And the others rushed to him, babbling, calling his name in fear, but it was too late.

As silence fell, Jimmy straightened up. His joints and wings were made of wood, his eyes dull and painted, his hair woolen. But the most painful part of all was his smile.

(His mouth was stitched into a smile, everlasting and never falling. After all, toys are meant to be happy!)

“Hello!”

“…Jimmy?” Fwhip whispered, horrified.

Without a beat, the Sheriff turned to face his deputy. “Ah, deputy Fwhip! Hello! I didn’t see you there!”

(Smiling, smiling, smiling, he was so cheerful, what had happened what was wrong?)

“You were screaming,” Sausage uttered numbly, unable to comprehend what was happening. It was just supposed to be a joke.

“Silly Sausage! Toys don’t scream and cry in pain,” replied the Sheriff with a chipper voice.

“Timmy, knock it off, this isn’t funny!”

“Hm? What do you mean, Grian?”

Parrot wings puffed up in agitation.

(Canary wings remained motionless and still, hanging limply off his back. Toys don’t really fly, after all. They fall with style!)

Everyone present looked at each other, unable to figure out what to do.

What had they done?

…

(I’m gonna be honest this started with just the first angsty part but I’m way too soft to leave this on an angsty open end so I added more lol. If you just wanted the angst, this is where this ends. But here’s a lil Team Rancher fluffy end thingy:)

Finally, after a long pause, yelling was heard in the distance as a newcomer flew in.

“Jimmy! Guys! Where are you?”

Tango spotted the group and swooped down to land dramatically, grinning all the while. His grin quickly faded when he took in the pale and haunted expressions on his friends’ faces.

“Huh? Guys? What’s wrong?”

“Oh hello my Rancher!”

Tango looked down to take in the scene, and his face lit up with delight. “Jimjam? What’s up with you? Why are you so small?”

“I’m a toy! I’ve always been small!”

The smile dropped. “You’ve always insisted you’re not a toy, though.”

“But I am! See?”

Jimmy went to pull at his joints and Tango lunged to stop him with a very on-brand squawk-meep sound. “Nononono no need for a demonstration!”

Tango turned to Joel.

“Fix him.”

“What? How?! How do you expect me to fix this?!”

“You got him into this mess when you said he was a toy. Tell him he’s not a toy and everything should go back to normal, right?”

And Joel clearly hesitated, because it was funny. Of course it was funny, teasing Jimmy always was!

(But his friends were now looking at him, and this was his fault, and his brother in all but blood was smiling and distant and looked dead-)

“You’re not a toy, Jimmy. I was wrong.”

And Jimmy glowed softly. But it wasn’t enough. So Sausage stepped forward with a big anxious grin.

“Yeah you’re a normal avian!”

The others began to join in.

“Sorry, Timmy.”

“Please come back.”

“You’re a great Sheriff.”

“You’re not a toy!”

With each apology, Jimmy glowed brighter and brighter, until, with a flash he was just a normal avian again. Tango giggled in delight and swooped him into his arms, princess style. Jimmy was fast asleep.

And everyone cheered.

~

Jimmy woke up in a soft bed, surrounded by fluff and next to someone radiating heat. Lazily, he cracked open his eyes to take in the room.

It was Tango’s room, in the Ranch. The yellow blankets and Tango’s heat protected them from the worst of the desert cold. A glance out the window told Jimmy it was early dawn.

“Tango,” he whispered, poking the grumbling netherborn. “Tango wake up.”

Tango’s eyes fluttered open, taking in Jimmy’s clear chocolate eyes before he shot awake with a whoop, startling Jimmy so badly that the avian almost launched himself off the bed with his wings.

“Jimmy! You’re awake!”

“Well yeah that’s generally what someone does in the morning- what’s going on? Last I remember I was… at Joel’s?”

Tango frowned. “You’ve been asleep for like, a whole day and a half now. You turned into a toy, remember?”

(And Jimmy does remember. He remembers screaming, trapped in the depths of his mind, watching his friends finally finally realize what they were doing is wrong and they tricked him!)

“Woah, slow down there cowboy, it’s okay now, I’m here buddy.”

And Jimmy could vaguely feel the frustrated tears rolling down his face as he clung to his soulmate and sobbed. He was finally free.

“They promised to drop the bit. Fwhip, Pix, and Joel already took down the walls, along with half of the Hermits. And Shelby left some healing potions downstairs if you needed them. They care, Jimmy, they do. I’m sorry it took so long for them to get their heads outta their butts.”

And Jimmy laughed, and Tango grinned, and it would all be okay.

#empires smp #jimmy solidarity #hermitcraft #empires smp season 2 #grian #joel smallishbeans #fwhip #tango Tek #tangotek #toy Jimmy #tw minor body horror #hurt/comfort #angst #all the angst #unrelated to my cursed toy AU

[soft-fella]

you don’t understand. i mean dog tf as in brutally misshapen and contorting into a different creature. i mean body horror tw your bones being reconstructed. melded together and rearranged, and you’re unable to stop it. just writhing in pain, a yelp turning into a whine and a whimper. your face shape, your fingers your arms and legs, everything feels like it’s being torn apart and haphazardly smashed back together. you’re coughing up thick black blood, your vision losing color and then sharpening at the same time, suddenly you can hear. god damn everything and it’s way too much for you to handle. soon you’re left on all fours, this broken writhing howling thing, biting at anything that moves, growling as a warning for anything that tries to approach.

#minors dni #someone curse me please #where’s my witch girlfriend who curses me to be a dog whenever i get too intense #please please please #dog tf #body horror #tw body horror #cw body horror

[cinncboo]

A silly thing for the new year! Omori enjoyers please enjoy :D

#tw cursing #minor omori spoilers #omori #omori fanart #art #omori meme #trying out a new brush

[admrlthundrbolt]

Wait A Minute My Girl (Jayne x Chubby Reader)

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After you go through a near death experience, Jayne decides it time that he officially makes you Mrs. Cobb.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Firefly has always been a favorite of mine, so it was a lot of fun to finally write something for it. I also enjoyed putting the curses and insults in Mandarin, as an homage to the show.

Also don't be shy, suggestions are always welcome.

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You laid in your room, bored to the brink of sleep. After your recent run in with a different bad guy group, you were on bed rest, Dr. Simon's orders. Thankfully everyone else walked away with only scraps and bruises. You however, had an explosive that you were setting up get shot by someone on the other team. It was small, but it still packed a punch.

A sudden noise broke you from your dozing. You were happy to see it was Jayne, checking up on you for the umpteenth time today. He may have a rough exterior, but he was a teddy bear on the inside. Your teddy bear at that.

It wasn't long after being hired as the explosion expert for a one off job, that you became a permanent crew member. Though being able to cook something out of almost nothing, seemed to help the decision along.

It was an even shorter time that Jayne made it clear how attracted he was to you. It felt like every conversation you had was littered with compliments. How he could watch you for the rest of his life and be happy. Or that you had the best child bearing hip he had ever seen. The list went on and on.

So you gave him a chance and it's been the happiest choice you’ve made.

“How you doin' darlin’?“ He strolled your way and sat next to you on the bed.

“I’d be better if I wasn't stuck here all day.” You threw your body in his lap and stared up at him. “It’s already been weeks.”

He smirked down at you. “Barely, today marks two weeks.”

You huddled and rolled your eyes. “Like I said weeks.”

His smile broadened. “How about I carry you up ta the mess and make you something ta eat.”

You perked up, the very thought of getting out of your bunk sounded like a dream. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders you said. “Yes please.”He

Pressing your body against his own, he hefted you off the bed. “Now you hold on tight darlin', wouldn't want ta drop you.”

“You're just saying that so I'll press against you.“

“An' what's wrong with that.” He followed that statement up with a squeeze to your rear.

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He couldn't believe how lucky he was. Stirring the pot of nutritional porridge, one of the only things he could manage to cook, he stared at you. You were lounging in the kitchen nook, trying to hide the fact that you were favoring your left side.

To think that he ever offered Vera to Mal for some random woman, when you were out there. Waiting for him to find you. The day you stepped on Serenity, he was a goner. You were the softness to his hard edges. The calm to his storm. You were the clean sheets after a long day, not knowing how comforting they were until you were wrapped in them.

He couldn't tear his gaze from your pillowy form, it was plenty enough to hold his attention.

Until Mal entered the room. “You're burning it, Bèndàn.”

“Lā shī!” He yanked the pot off the heater and stirred it vigorously. “I’m sorry darlin'. I couldn't keep my eyes off of you.”

A smile blossomed on your face, making you glow.

While a sour expression slid into Mal's. “Could you stop it with that lovey dovey fèihuà. “

As your happy look fell from your face, Jayne grew furious. Lately Mal had been laying into him about showing how he felt about you. He had become more public with his displays of affection, but what did he expect. You had almost died and it made Jayne realize how much you meant to him.

Grabbing Mal's elbow, he glanced over at you. “I’ll be right back darlin'. We need to have a quick man ta man conversation.”

You nodded as they left the room.

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After dragging him to the cargo bay, kicking and screaming, Jayne turned to face the captain. Before the other man could open his mouth, he said. “Shut up. I don’t give a flyin' tā mā de what you say ta me. But if you go upsetin’ her one more time, were goin’ ta be havin’ more than words the next time. “

Mal's face scrunched up at the accusation. “I didn't say a thing to her.”

“That don’t matter, the way you acted in there made her smile go away.” He prodded a finger in the captain chest. “Just ‘cause your miserable you don’t have someone lovin' like her, don’t mean you can crap all over us for havin’ it. “

He took a step closer to the mercenary, getting in his face. “You think your the only one who almost lost her. That girl means a whole heap to all of us. Yet you’ve been hovering over her since the accident. We need her to Jayne.” He looked away with sagging shoulders. This was the first time he had admitted it to himself, let alone someone else.

Seeing the hardship the other man was going through, Jayne's face softened at the confession. “Well, I never thought of it that way.” He rubbed a rough hand over his head. “You have ta understand Mal, besides my Ma, no one has ever cared about me the way she does. After that whole thing I pull with the Doctor and his siter, I knew I had messed up. I tried ta do better, but she makes me want ta do better. Be the person my Ma always wanted me ta be. “ He took a deep shuddering breath. “Almost losing her was a wake up call.”

He fished around in his pocket and pulled out something metallic. Holding his hand out, he showed the misshapen metal to the captain. “I made it from a round she fired from Vera.”

As Mal took it from his hand and examined it, he shook his head. “Are you trying to cut her finger off? Go see Kaylee and get her help making this thing decent.”

Realizing that this was the closest thing to a blessing the captain would give him, he nodded. Closing the other man’s hand around it he said. “Could you take it ta her and explain. I need ta get (Y/N) back ta bed first.”

Giving him a pat on the shoulder, he headed to the engine room. “Ok, meet us in there soon. You know once Kaylee hears about this it’s only a matter of time before the whole ship catches wind of it.“

With that Jayne rushed to your side.

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By the end of the week everyone, except for you, had heard about what was going on. After a brief meeting in the cockpit it was decided that a dinner would be planned. Where Jayne would pop the question during dessert. He wasn't sure there was a time in his life that he felt more prepared and yet anxious ever. If you said yes this would be the best thing that ever happened to him. He was more than prepared to spend the rest of his life with you, but did you feel the same?

Shaking himself from those thoughts, he went to get you from your room. Where he helped you into a ‘nicer’ outfit, though in his option you made a potato sack look good. He had told you that everyone wanted to celebrate your recovery. While they did, they also wanted to make this a special night for other reasons.

“I don’t get why you guys are make such a fuss over me.” Huffing as you pulled on the flowy top, one of the only unstained items you have.

“You mean a lot to us darlin’. All of us. “ He added, thinking over the last few days of everyone's help. While he knew he was a hard person to deal with, the crew would do anything they could to make this go well. And he was thankful for that.

Your eyes became glossy at the sentiment.

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“Sorry it’s not the best. You’re honestly the best cook on the ship.” Kaylee ducked her head at the admission. Although they all knew it was the truth. Between supply runs they wouldn't eat much beyond the nutrition packs. Then you came along and would make even those bland blocks somehow taste better.

You placed your hand on hers. “It's great.” Then glancing around the table you smiled. “I’m glad that I get to enjoy this with all of you.“ Your smile seemed to spread across the dinning table.

Then Jayne abruptly shot up. “I can’t wait another second.”

You looked at him in confusion, while the rest of the room gave him grimaces of disbelief.

Mal was the first to speak up. “Now Jayne, we haven't even started yet. Are you sure you can't let us eat first.”

Turning to the captain he shook his head. “If I don’t get this off my chest, I might pass out.” He knelt next to you and took out the ring. It was much more smooth and polished than the previous version. It actually took the entire group of women on board to get it ‘perfect'. “I need you like Vera needs ammo. Without you I feel useless. Like a stick of dynamite missing gunpowder. What i’m trying to say is… will you marry me? “

For the second time that day tears gathered in your eyes. Launching yourself at him, you planted kisses all over his face and repeatedly said yes.

The crew stared at the happy couple and couldn't help but think about how you really did make Jayne a better man.

#firefly #chubby reader #jayne cobb #chubby reader x jayne cobb #malcom reynolds #kaylee frye #simon tam #river tam #serenity #love #marriage proposal #fluff #minor injury #tw cursing

[ash-th3-fae]

to my first ex that i just realised actually just fucking groomed me and projected every single thing they did to me onto me: wishing you a merry i hope you fucking kill yourself and a happy i’d love to watch you burn in hell.

#vent #cw vent #short vent #personal post #tw grooming #tw suicide mention #cw kys use #cw projection #cw cursing #cw toxic #you know who you are #i hope you’re happy with yourself #congratulations you instilled fear in someone several years younger than you that didn’t understand what was happening #you’re so big and tough for taking advantage of a minor #how’s that victim complex treating you huh? #fucking dick #have fun in tafe you digusting and pathetic excuse for a human being

[nyxiswrites1200]

Scaramouche Fanfic

Hello everyone! So I'm so in love with Scaramouche- so of course, I had to write a fanfic about him saving us and a little angst too. I hope yall enjoy :) the reader is gender-neutral btw. It also includes spoilers from the newest archon quest and Scaramouche lore.

#scaranation #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #scaramouche #fanfic writer #x reader #scaramouche x reader #angst #fluff #male yandere #protective #archive of our own #archon spoilers #gender neutral insert #reader insert #my writing #headcanons #tw cursing #minor violence #protective scaramouche #anemo vision #tsundere

[nostromo130]

[Image ID: a lineup of 4 non-player characters from my D&D campaign. from left to right. first is a tiefling with orange-red skin, short brown hair, and grey eyes. their left horn is broken. they wear a black cloak, brown leather armour, striped pants and are holding a hunting knife. next is a half-elf man with dark brown skin. his dark brown hair has a grey streak and he is holding a cane. He has two designs. the first wears a black coat, grey pants, white gloves, and little round glasses. the second is a ringmaster-style costume: green tailcoat with silver embroidery, white pants, and he's also wearing some pale blue eyeshadow. In both his shoes are splattered with blood. Next is a white human man with white hair and red eyes. He wears a black suit with red lapels and a grey waistcoat. He is holding a wooden stake. Lastly, a human woman with brown skin and hair. Her eyes are red and she wears a white collared shirt with poofy sleeves and a long grey skirt. She has a chatelaine. They are all standing in a row against a grey background. End ID]

lineup for a dnd campaign heavily based off of curse of strahd. left to right: ezra d'avenir, dr. rudolph van richten, rictavio, lon godfrey, moira godfrey

#ezra is a revamp van richten is the Same and lon+moira are original but inspired by dracula. #dnd #dungeons and dragons #art #artists on tumblr #dnd npcs #ocs #<-sure? whatever #curse of strahd #not a fan of the guy (strahd) myself. he's dead in my version and its a whole thing #Anyways really happy with rictavio/van richtens designs esp his face and hair. not so happy with ezra but I'm satisfied enough. #kind of obsessed with their dynamic. very fun to write because van richtens fucked up but means well really but has a weird definition of #meaning well. and ezra is like the kid whos unpacked a lot of the baggage they got from her parent and no longer sees the parent as remotel #good. which fucks with van richten because he very much wants to be a good parent after losing his family. so its interesting #also im such a sucker for reveals so obviously van richtens disguise thing piqued my interest. his commitment to the bit is so funny to me. #if the players dont figure it out im going to cry /j #but fr his design is fun because he has to be believably a silly storytelling ringmaster guy but also a Renowned Monster Hunter so I have t #capture that duality and hidden side. hes constantly keeping secrets and acts manipulative a lot so he's a mysterious person which was fun #to work on. details like the blood splatter and him only wearing silver and the makeup are just awesome to me. god I love character design. #minor blood tw #knife tw #ALSO did similar things with the godfreys who are secretly vampires. details like their hands being triangle shape language wise than the #rest of them or them only having gold jewelery/metals are meant to clue people into that nature. i think the red eyes were a little to far #maybe. might change that one detail or simply omit it from their verbal descriptions until its the correct dramatic time to. #ravania tag

[spanishsenpai]

Whumptober 2023 - Day 1

Hey all! I'm steering a little of course from what I usually write lol! I'll update Daycare Attendant soon! I've just gotta write out this sudden obsession with Aitor from Dying Light 2. He's so bb gurl frfr.

What if Aitor had given any sign of life before Aiden bolted for the car factory?

Read it on AO3 if you'd rather! :D

“What the hell…?”

Aiden’s knees felt weak as he struggled to his feet. 

“My head … it's pounding …” He grit out. “What’s happening to me?” 

His throat was sore like he'd been screaming for hours. His body felt like one big bruise.

He lifted his head, looking around in a daze at the bodies on the floor. 

“What happened here?”

His thoughts were cut off with the static of a walkie talkie on the body in front of him. He stumbled to it, searching the pockets until he found the radio. “We’re about to start. Where are you?” 

Aiden’s eyes narrowed. Waltz.

“I’m almost to the car factory…”

Before Aiden could hear the rest, a groan sounded from further in the tunnel. His gaze snapped to the sound, barely processing the blue of a PK body struggling to get its arms under it. His eyes widened. Not just any PK body; Aitor.

His aches seemed to disappear as he stepped closer. How many times had he woken up surrounded by bodies and one was still alive? 

Never it felt like.

“Aitor… ?” He called, a small note of panic in his voice leftover from the adrenaline of whatever the fuck just happened. 

He’d rolled his limp body off his legs. He’d been sure Aitor was dead.

“Aitor?” He called again, sounding a little more confident.

“... Aiden?” Aitor coughed out, the word barely more than a wheeze. He grunted, falling limp on the concrete, speaking the one word seemingly taking all his energy.

Aiden could see his face now. Aitor’s eyes were just barely cracked open. Blood stained his teeth as he grimaced in obvious pain. Aiden knelt down next to him, hands hovering over his body. Should he turn him on his back? What if his neck was hurt?

The walkie buzzed again as someone spoke though Aiden was too caught up in his worry to hear the words. Immediately he was reminded of the stakes though.

“Fuck! Waltz has the key!” he snarled. Aitor didn’t react to this news. He was barely conscious. 

Desperation ran through Aiden. That key was the only way he was going to find Mia. He couldn’t let Waltz get away with it. 

Guilt filled him as he looked down at Aitor’s limp body. He was still awake, just barely though. Aiden had to go. He didn’t have time to get Aitor somewhere safe. 

This tunnel was surrounded by natural light and it was midday. He’d … He’d have to be okay until Aiden got the key back. “I’m sorry Aitor. Hang tight! I’ll be back as soon as I can.” 

Aitor didn’t react to this other than to slowly close his eyes as he went slack again. 

There wasn’t time! Aiden growled, hesitating a moment longer before bolting to the tunnel entrance.

Aitor was tough. He’d be okay until Aiden got back.

Well shit, that was a mess.

“Run!” The sniper screamed, bolting for a building in ankle deep water.

Aiden almost went to follow her but even through the delirium of being nearly choked to death, he remembered Aitor. 

“No! I have to go back!” Aiden turned, bolting for the broken freeway. He was sure he could get back across. 

“Go back? Are you crazy?! He’s transforming!” She stopped going for the building and, seeing he wasn’t turning around, began to chase after him.

“The sun will buy me time!” He was at the edge of the solar panels, scrambling up what little footholds he could find. He didn’t expect to hear footsteps following him, especially after a familiar roar echoed from the factory. 

“Waltz will kill us!”

“A good man needs help!” Aiden yelled back, breathing hard as he climbed the asphalt. “I promised to come back for him.”

He heard a faint “Shit” behind him before the sniper was climbing after him. 

Just as he’d hoped, the sun stopped Waltz from being able to follow them. Even with his terrifying agility and immunity to the UV rays, midday was no joke on a volatile. 

Aiden’s hands shook, nearly making him fall a couple times. Aitor could be dead. He could be risking himself and the sniper for a dead man. It would be dark in only a few hours though and if Aitor was alive, if there was even a chance, Aiden wouldn’t leave him to die like that. He’d taken bigger gambles than this anyway.

His eyes widened as the tunnel entrance came into view. Almost there!

He was gasping for breath as his feet hit solid ground. He vaulted over the few cars and sprinted into the tunnel. The bodies were still here, undisturbed, making Aiden breathe a sigh of relief. No zombies had gotten in then. 

“Aitor!” He called, quickly spotting the group of blue bodies. He slid to kneel next to Aitor’s body, shaking hands reaching for his neck. He hadn’t moved from where Aiden had left him. 

His heart was pounding too hard to tell if Aitor’s heart was beating. He hesitated for only a moment before he carefully began to roll Aitor over onto his back. He nearly had a heart attack when Aitor jolted with a sharp cough as Aiden got him on his side. 

“Oh thank god. Aitor? Can you hear me?”

He didn’t fully process the sniper kneeling next to them. He did look up as she hissed though.

“He’s bleeding. There’s a puddle over here. Not a big one so probably not that serious,” she said, poking careful fingers along Aitor’s spine. “Keep him on his side. If he’s on his back he might choke on his blood.”

Aitor only wheezed as he was poked and prodded. When the sniper gently pressed a palm to the center of his vest, Aitor cried out, trying to flinch away from the pressure.

“His ribs are probably fucked up.”

“Yeah,” Aiden finally said. “Waltz got him pretty good.”

“Fighting Waltz and living? He’ll have serious bragging rights if he makes it.”

“Hear that Aitor? I’d say you’re keeping that promotion,” Aiden called, hoping that Aitor was going to respond. 

He got a huff. He’d call that a win.

“Where are we taking him?” She asked, done with her inspection for now.

“There’s a safe house near here. It’s too close to dark to take him anywhere else.”

“Alright, we’ll have to get him to wake up more if we want the best chance though. Think you can do that?”

“Yeah… yeah I can do that.”

Could he though? He’d try at the very least. 

“Aitor, hey, you need to wake up.” Aiden patted his cheek, wincing when Aitor wheezed a little louder. A few more calls for him to wake up did nothing. The sniper was starting to look impatient and Aiden wasn’t sure he could get Aitor to the safe house on his own. 

Fuck, sorry Aitor. He pressed a little harder on Aitor’s ribs. Hopefully not enough to knock him out fully, but just enough to wake him up. 

Aitor gasped, hands finally moving to weakly push at Aiden’s arm. 

“F-Fu… St-Stop…” he ground out, eyes fluttering open. Aiden felt one of his legs bump him from behind but Aitor was too weak to really do anything. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. You have to stay awake though Aitor.”

Aitor’s eyes seemed to focus on the face above him. Aiden happened to notice the nasty bruise on his jaw and the blood soaking into his hair from his temple. 

“Yeah, just like that. Come on Aitor.”

“Wha... What… hap-pened?” He gasped out. 

“Waltz nearly killed you.”

“... My… s-squad… ?”

“I’m sorry. They… They didn’t make it.”

Aitor looked like he wanted to give up on being awake as he processed the words. 

“No, no! Stay with me Aitor!” Aiden frantically patted Aitor’s cheek as his eyes threatened to close. “Come on!”

Aitor’s eyes opened again.

“There you go. How… How many fingers am I holding up?” When he didn’t answer for a moment, Aiden repeated himself. “Aitor? How many fingers?”

“... F-Fo-ur…”

No, that was wrong. Aiden curled his two fingers back into a fist. That was fine. He could fix that later. For now, thinking was waking Aitor up again. Which was good. Great in fact. Just a little more and they might be able to walk him out of here. 

“Aitor, we need to get up. There’s a safe house we can go to but you have to walk.”

Aitor let out a weak cough that sounded like an “Okay”. 

“Puddle’s a little bigger back here,” the sniper interrupted. “We gotta get moving.”

Aiden swallowed thickly, “Alright. Aitor, get ready to sit up.”

Aitor huffed. 

“I’ve got him back here,” the sniper said.

“Okay, I’m lifting in one, two, three.”

They slowly brought Aitor’s torso off the ground. No matter how slow they went though, it wouldn’t have felt any less painful. Aitor let out a strangled cry, legs weakly shuffling as a hand came up to grip Aiden’s wrist as hard as he could, which wasn’t much. Internally, Aiden winced but didn't stop until Aitor was almost fully vertical. The pain seemed to wake him up further though. His eyes were a little clearer as they darted around, taking in the situation. 

“You with us?” Aiden asked. 

“Y-Yeah-” Aitor gasped out. “My… ri-ribs.” His words were halted and stuttering as his lungs desperately tried to avoid even grazing his ribs. Of course, the effort was futile.

“We know. We’ll take care of it once we get to the safe house.” Aiden brought one of his hands in front of Aitor. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

“T-Two.”

Aiden let out a breath of relief. “Head damage must not be that bad then.”

“Getting to his feet’s gonna be worse,” the sniper piped up. “He might pass out.”

Aitor jolted at her voice, immediately trying to twist around to see who was behind him. He froze mid motion though as his body practically seized from the sudden movement.

“Hey! Don’t do that,” Aiden barked, using his free hand to steady Aitor.

“Wh-o… ?”

“She’s a friend. Don’t worry about it right now.”

A quiet growl was his response. No one would be happy in this situation, least of all Aitor, but he seemed to accept there was little he could do about it. Already, Aiden could feel him starting to tremble. Hopefully it was from pain and not shock.

The sniper had already shifted to a crouch to lift Aitor up. Aiden quickly followed suit. 

“Are you ready to get up?”

Aitor nodded stiffly. Aiden felt him tense up in preparation for the pain that would surely follow.

“Three, two, one, and- up!”

Aitor cried out as they brought him up to his feet. He would have immediately toppled over if the two hadn’t secured their grip on him. He gasped raggedly as he fought to get his jellied knees to hold him. He stumbled before he got them to lock up. 

They gave him a moment to breathe. His body was trembling worse now. God, Aiden hoped that wasn’t shock.

“L-Let’s go,” he gasped out, taking a shaking step forward.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Aiden carefully put Aitor’s arm around the back of his neck, the sniper doing the same before they started forward.

The tunnel entrance, the one leading back to Old Villedor, was a short distance away, yet Aitor’s brow was already shining with sweat. His steps were slow and he practically tripped over his own feet. The only thing keeping him up was Aiden and the sniper. 

Aiden prayed the power to the door was working now. A breath escaped him as the metal creaked with rust but lifted all the same. The zombies he’d cleared out before he’d come in here hadn’t replaced themselves, leaving them a semi straight shot to the closest rooftop. 

Walking was one thing, climbing was another. Aiden hadn’t even thought about how they’d get Aitor up to a roof yet.

“Judging by how walking’s going, I’d say climbing is out of the question,” the sniper said, like she was reading his mind. “We’ll probably have to clear out a few floors in this apartment to get him up there.”

Aiden looked between her and the apartment building they’d stopped in front of, nodding finally. Four floors. Usually he only had to clear out one but he could work with this.

“Can you stay out here with him?” She’d come this far with them, surely she wouldn’t turn on them and kill Aitor now.

She nodded and they set to getting Aitor on the sidewalk. He choked down any cries, but his breath still came out in harsh pants as he was settled with his back against the building.

“I’ll be as quick as I can,” Aiden assured before he quickly slipped into the front door. 

Clearing out the building wasn’t hard. The zombies here were feeble from being locked away with no food for so long. A few molotov’s and one shattered tire iron and the place was clear from the ground floor to the roof.

Back outside, the sniper was collecting an arrow from a zombie’s chest across the street. Aitor looked like he was on the verge of passing out, face pale and eyes barely open. They needed to hurry. 

“Hey!” He called as loud as he dared, “It’s clear now.”

She jogged back over to them. Together they crouched and lifted Aitor up far less carefully than they had the first time. Aitor didn’t complain, just let out a sharp huff. Somehow he was even worse on his feet than before. They had to practically lift him up each step of the stairs as his legs fumbled with lifting that short distance. Whether Aitor was aware of it or not, he had started to grip the shoulder of Aiden’s jacket with an iron grip as they went. Aiden didn’t mention it.

He also didn’t mention how the shiny red spot on the front of Aitor’s shirt was growing. He wasn’t sure where the cut had come from but it couldn’t be helping Aitor’s already feeble balance.

“We’re almost there. There’s a bridge connecting this roof to the one with the safe house.”

“Good. Your friend’s starting to get heavy.”

She was right. Aitor was slowly putting more weight on them as his steps grew sloppier.

“Hear that Aitor? Almost there,” Aiden huffed as they lifted him up the last step. Thank god. The sun was close to setting and Aiden’s own body was protesting that fight from earlier.

“Y-Yeah.” Aitor’s voice came out more like a whisper.

The ramp wasn’t wide enough for them to walk side by side, so they opted to crab shuffle across. Aitor tried but his legs were basically only able to hold him up at this point.

“This is not how I saw my day going,” the sniper huffed as she stepped onto the other roof.

“I don’t think anyone did.”

Aitor didn’t respond.

“There it is, Aitor. Almost th- !” 

Aitor’s leg buckled, almost taking them all to the ground. They righted themselves but the movement was sharp enough for Aitor to cry out again. Aiden and the sniper’s heads snapped to the right as a couple growls responded to the sound.

Unfortunately, while the bridge had been helpful for them to get to the safehouse, another bridge leading to the neighboring zombie infested roof was less so. The zombies stumbled for them. Towards the back, one looked like it was about to start sprinting. 

“Shit! We gotta move,” she snapped.

Aitor seemed to understand as his grip on Aiden’s sleeve tightened. His steps were a little more solid as they dragged him along faster, shaky pained sounds spilling out of him. Aiden’s watch beeped, signaling that it was officially nighttime and they were still several yards from the safe glow of the UV lamps.

“Take him! I’ll hold them off,” she ordered, sliding Aitor’s arm off her shoulders. 

Aitor nearly crumpled to the ground as his arm flopped down and smacked him in the side. “No, no, no, come on Aitor.”

“Sh-Shit,” he wheezed, feet scrambling to keep up with Aiden’s too fast steps. Damn those heavy PK boots. 

A shriek to his right made Aiden jump. A decayed face climbed over the side of the building and bolted right for them. Aiden kicked it in the chest, nearly losing his grip on Aitor as the lieutenant let out a choked cry. His once limp arm grabbed Aiden’s jacket with trembling fingers to keep from falling completely. The sniper was back then, pushing the zombie the rest of the way off the roof. 

As soon as the purple light enveloped Aitor’s face, Aiden breathed out a sigh of relief. The sun was down and zombies were coming but they had made it. Quickly, the sniper came around and flung open the door, allowing them all to shuffle inside. His back was screaming from supporting Aitor for so long, yet as he went to set Aitor down on the pile of blankets called a bed, she came over to help, just as slow and careful as he was.

Aitor groaned as he nearly went boneless once his legs weren’t supporting him. Aiden had to quickly grab his shoulders to keep him up. “Can’t lay down just yet Aitor. Hey,” he called, raising his voice so the sniper would know he was talking to her, “can you-”

“Already on it.” 

She had gathered every soft thing in the little safe house and begun stacking them behind Aitor. The pile was just high enough to keep him elevated. Now he could lay on his back without choking. They eased him down. As Aitor’s body registered something even semi comfortable, he went limp and passed out.

Before Aiden could freak out about it, the sniper spoke. “Well I guess it's time to doctor him up while he’s out.”

“Y-Yeah. Thank you… for helping me get him here.”

“I’d say no problem but it was. Favors are good to have though.” They worked in silence for a moment, carefully undressing Aitor’s upper half to reveal the dark bruises and cut on his front. Even with how gently Aiden was wrapping bandages around his ribs, Aitor’s breath still hitched with pain at any pressure. 

“Hey, since we’re stuck here for the night, you can call me Lawan.”

Aiden’s hand jerked, making Aitor gasp even when unconscious. “Shit!” He cursed, resuming his careful wrapping as he glanced up at Lawan. “I’ve been looking for you for weeks. Dylan sent me with this-”

They talked through the night about Dylan, the GRE, Waltz, all while they checked that Aitor was still alive. A couple hours before morning, Aitor groaned as he slowly became aware again, eyes blinking rapidly to try and clear away his fuzzy vision. 

Almost immediately, Aiden was by his side. “Hey, careful. You’re not even close to being ready to move yet.”

“What,” he took in a sharp breath at the return of the pain in his chest and his face and his back and everywhere really, “What happened?”

“Waltz.”

Aitor had to think for a moment, struggling to remember. His eyes widened and he tried to sit up fully as he gasped out, “My squad.”

Aiden quickly stopped him from sitting up, though his face was somber. “I’m sorry. Waltz killed them all. I’m sure you’re lucky to even be alive right now.”

Aitor coughed out a ruthful chuckle, settling back into the soft pile, “Yeah… lucky.”

“I’m sorry,” was all he could think to say. 

“Where’s my armor?” He asked after a minute. He’d looked down and found himself only in his unbuttoned brown shirt. Bandages covered his chest while a blanket had been put over his legs. 

“Over here. I don’t think you should put it on for a while though. Your ribs are busted up.”

“Yeah. Could tell that from how they feel,” he coughed out. 

“Is there anywhere we missed? Any other place that hurts?”

Aitor squinted up at him. “We?”

“You don’t remember me and her carrying you up here?” Aiden asked, shuffling to the side so he could point out Lawan. 

He was quiet for another moment before slowly nodding. “F-Faintly.” He sighed, relaxing fully into the pile of various pillows and backpacks behind him. 

“I think my ribs are the worst. Nothing is really screaming at me other than that.”

“You’ve also got a cut down here.” He pointed to just above Aitor’s pant line where another bandage and gauze were placed. “One of your knives probably got you when Waltz knocked them out of your hands.” He didn’t say, when Waltz kneed you so hard you passed out. If Aitor didn't have a memory of that, Aiden didn’t want to be the one to give it to him. 

“This is a real shit show,” Aitor breathed out. He brought a stiff arm up to rub over his eyes. 

Aiden didn’t comment on that and neither did Lawan. The former Pilgrim sighed, “As soon as morning comes, we’ll walkie the Peacekeepers to come get you.”

Aitor let out a huff, closing his eyes for a moment. Aiden didn’t envy how he was likely feeling. 

“Thank you Aiden. You’ve helped me out again.”

Aiden gave him a small smile. “No problem at all.”

#whumptober2023 #no.1 #“How many fingers am I holding up?” #dying light 2 #dying light #dying light aitor #dl2 aitor #dying light aiden #aiden caldwell #dl2 aiden #fanfiction #fic #minor character death tw #blood tw #broken bones tw #cursing tw #whump #im only tagging people who get even slightly whumped #oneshot

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Previous Part | Next Part | The Beginning

Joel felt… off. It wasn’t something the god could quite put his finger on. His villagers were fine, the temples were cleaned and had offerings, nothing was on fire or falling or cracking or breaking or crumbling to pieces, splitting in half-

(Pix smiled grimly at Oli, prodding the fire and adding another log. “I’ve had a... theory... as to how this is happening. I think there's more to all of this pain than we initially thought."

Oli eyed the historian from where he was idly strumming his new lute, the remains of their dinner already gone. Over the hill, the first grumbles of zombies began to emerge. “Is that why we’re-?”

“Yes, that's why we're, ah, detouring. What do you know about Empires? The idea behind the server itself?”)

But. Something was wrong. He frowned as he took in the setting sun over his glorious Empire. He’s a god, mighty and divine and perfect, there was no reason to be upset or frustrated or anything! No mob could climb his walls, no emperor was causing mischief in his domain, nothing! So why...?

(“Well uh- emperors come together and settle in different biomes, using lore magic and Player magic to build up Empires that match a certain theme. Uhhhh, we also get special abilities and people living in our empires based on the Lore we come up with? I’m not sure what else you’re looking for here, Pix, you gotta work with me here!”)

Joel was distracted from his troubles by a small presence and pulling motion. He glanced down to find Hermes hovering on his shoes, tugging on his toga with both hands and a determined look on his face. A smile spread across the god's face, uncontrollable and inevitable when his precious child was around.

“Hello, son, how are you? Daddy looked like such a grump, huh?”

(“Yes. That’s generally how it goes. However…” Pixlriffs paused to gather his thoughts, his hands fluttering and twisting as he tried to word it just right. “There’s more to the biomes and lore magic. They’re… intertwined, in a way. Every biome is special, with specific history and capability for life. And with capability for life comes a capability for its own lore magic.”)

Hermes shook his head, a little scowl on his face. He let go of his father’s toga. “You’ve been acting weird,” the demigod signed. Hermes was having a quiet day, then.

Joel raised a single eyebrow. “Acting weird? What do you mean I’m acting weird? That’s not very nice, you know, I thought Papi Sausage taught you better than that.”

(“Okay, so different biomes mean different magic, seems simple enough. But what does that have to do with what’s happening to Jimmy?”

Pix paused from where he was using his soot-stained stick to doodle on the floor. “Well, see, that’s the thing. Different biomes have very different magics. But some biomes are also older than others, more powerful. More dangerous, even.”)

“You’re not yourself. Something is super weird, Dad. I’m worried about you.” Hermes put extra emphasis on his unique sign for his dad, the normal sign for father trailing immediately into the sign for lightning- tapping his head with his thumb twice and sharply moving into a downwards zigzag.

The god sighed. “Nothing is wrong, Hermes. I just feel like something is off. Nothing your big, strong, sexy, tall, amazing dad can’t take care of.” He patted his child on the head affectionately.

(Oli stared down at his lute thoughtfully, quietly, as if it held all of the answers he needed. “The plains biome is super old, right?”

Pix leaned forward. “The plains biome was the first.”)

Hermes sighed and wrapped his dad in a hug before darting off to play with his toys. He’d just have to talk to his Papi later.

Joel returned to staring out over the plains below, his eyes glowing bright green as he took it all in.

(“Joel wanted to be a god this season. He reached out to the magic of the plains and asked to be powerful, to be tall and handsome and sexy and capable of bending the world to his whim. And the plains, the oldest and most powerful biome, ever adaptable, reached back.”)

Behind him, the fountain of godliness and power and generosity gleamed and glowed gently in the encroaching twilight. Joel sat on the edge as he took it in, carelessly letting his clothes soak the water in.

(“You saw the strings, Oli. Dozens upon dozens, floating through the sky. But the strings didn't come from nothing. Which begs the question, what is anchoring them on the other end?”)

But what Joel could not see were the strings wrapped around his own throat. Every inch of him had a string, wrapping tightly and loosely, twine and wire and strings, strings, strings, more than Pixlriffs, more than Jimmy, weaving between the threads of his clothes and under his skin and-

His clothes dripped strings like water droplets as he let them soak.

(Oli and Pix both turned to take in the hundreds of strings flowing towards Stratos, floating in the distance. The gleaming city was enveloped in ominous green light. “We’ll reach the capital by tomorrow at noon,” Pix murmured, and Oli shivered in the rapidly cooling night.)

Joel could not see that the water was radiating bright green, and that the water was not water at all, but a fountain of twisting, glowing, writhing string.

#cursed toy au #tiny tw with some Fun Descriptions of minor body horror tho? #very minor i just figured id mention it #joel smallishbeans #pixlriffs #oli theorionsound #the orionsound #empires smp #empires smp season 2 #empires pixlriffs #surprise! im back with a new installment after a quiet period due to The Holidays! #and its got LORE #all the lore! #smallishbeans #so sorry it took a Hot Minute but this installment has been on my mind FOR AGES and IM SO EXCITED :D #empires smp fanfic #tw body horror #<- i put it at the end for those sorting out body horror tags

[cryptid-geek]

the loch ness monster

alr so im uk based and therefore i am a huge fan of nessie, shes up there in one of my favourite cryptids so i figured shed be a good first one of these posts so the style night change for the first couple posts like this until i get into the swing of it but lets fuckin go lads (all used sources will be listed at the end or linked when using a direct quote <3)

Nessie (also known more professionally as The Loch Ness Monster but whom I will solely refer to affectionately as Nessie) is a creature within Scottish folklore who inhabits Loch Ness. There are varying depictions of Nessie, however commonalities remain such as the typical long neck and one or more humps that show up from beneath the water. The existence of Nessie has never been proven (unfortunately) and is primarily anecdotal, with many debated photographs and sonar readings accredited as proof.

The first written account of Nessie existed in literally 565AD (that is fuckin wild). It occurs in a biography of St Columba, however, earlier local stone carvings of the creature by the Pict depict a flippered beast. In the biography of Columba, it is stated that the creature bit a swimmer and prepared to attack another man when Columba intervened, sending the creature away.

The story of Nessie really developed in 1933, a road alongside Loch Ness had just been developed, providing people driving along with a clear view of the lake. In the April of that year a couple saw a creature there which they compared to a "dragon or prehistoric monster" also claiming it crossed their car's path before disappearing into the water. This was reported in a Scottish newspaper and numerous sightings were claimed to have followed. In the December of that year, the Daily Mail then commissioned Marmaduke Wetherell, who was a big game hunter, to locate Nessie.

Along the shore of Loch Ness, Wetherell found large footprints that he believed belong to “a very powerful soft-footed animal about 20 feet [6 metres] long.” The footprints were then investigated by zoologists at the Natural History Museum and were believed to be made with an umbrella stand or lamp that had a hippopotamus leg as the base. There is no clear information of Wetherell's role in the hoax. Once this was proven and casts had been made, Wetherell was publicly ridiculed by the Daily Mail for this.

The news of this hoax, however, only seemed to motivate more efforts to look for and find evidence of the existence of Nessie.

The infamous "Surgeon's Photograph" of Nessie was reportedly taken by Robert Kenneth Wilson and depicts the trademark long neck associated typically with Nessie as seen below. This hoax was aided in no small part by the Daily Mail themselves, who published the photograph incredibly zoomed in, making it seem as though the alleged "creature" was somewhat bigger and to the scale witnesses had described Nessie to be. Wilson's photograph was actually revealed to have been lead by a vengeful Wetherell, the subject of the photograph actually being a plastic and wooden head tied to a toy submarine.

side by side of the "Surgeon's Photograph", the one on the left being the one published by the Daily Mail and the one on the right being the original picture

As a result of the "Surgeon's Photograph," it was speculated that Nessie may be a plesiosaur. A plesiosaur is a type of prehistoric, long-necked marine reptile of which fossils were found from between the late Triassic period to the late Cretaceous period (i.e. from 255 mil years ago to 66 mil years ago.)

Thanks to the popularity of Nessie, the area of Loch Ness has attracted many cryptid hunters. Many sonar searches have been committed in Loch Ness, notable ones being in 1987 and 2003, however none have turned up any proof of Nessie.

In 2018 researchers did a DNA comparison of creatures within the loch to determine the organisms that live in the water and by comparing with their database, seem to have ruled out the possibility of a plesiosaur, or any similar large creature, however a new theory was posed that Nessie may be a giant eel. The aim of this study was to determine the wild life that does reside in Loch Ness, rather than trying to determine if Nessie does, but it does remain beneficial to the cause.

The theory of Nessie being a giant eel has some merit as Juvenile eels (known as elvers) arrive in Scottish lochs and rivers after migrating from the Sargasso Sea where they typically lay eggs. Professor Neil Gemmel, a geneticist from the University of Otago in New Zealand who worked on the DNA comparison said, "Eels are very plentiful in Loch Ness, with eel DNA found at pretty much every location sampled - there are a lot of them." Therefore the likelihood of Nessie possibly being an eel is quite high. Later in the article, Gemmel goes onto say however that they are unaware the size of the eels in the loch however. Therefore, while Nessie could be a giant eel, unfortunately there is still no way of knowing.

While I have covered the history of Nessie and possibilities of what Nessie could be, a whole new post could be dedicated to just sightings of Nessie, so for now I'm just going to drop the link to the official log of sightings

(Side note: Nessie makes up a lot of money regarding Scotland's Tourism and on behalf of Nessie I am very sad she doesn't get any)

If you want to request a cryptid, send me more info or correct any info, or even just say hi, send me an ask, if you have a post submission or something similar, my submissions box is open <3

I do this for fun in my spare time so if you liked this and/or learned something pls like and/or rb <3

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#long post #nessie #loch ness #fox talks about cryptids #info dump #fox infodumps #cryptidcore #cryptid #cryptozoology #cryptid lore #mothman #fresno nightwalker #this was so fun i kept telling my college friends cryptid facts for days #swearing tw #only minor swearing but still #cursing tw #the loch ness monster #interesting #facts #information

[avian-alchemist]

Would you say your portrayal is canon-divergent or not? (for Robin ^^)

((I'd say probably?

I'm inclined to think that anyone, besides the original creators, writing a character is bound to be ever so slightly different than how they were originally portrayed because different people are well different and the specific thoughts, assumptions, experiences, etc. that inform a character's depiction can't be perfectly copied so different people writing a character are, unavoidably, a slightly different take on the character.

That and canon-divergent events aside, I think the biggest departures are that she speaks a lot more and that I gave her a tendency to be more violent. I'm thinking of how subdued she is when she meets Chrome in the Bastion. Granted, I don't really know how much of that was the situation, but she seems more hesitant to resort to violence in canon than how I write her.

She might also be more naive than in canon. I kinda based that on Black's very biased interpretation ("Where is he, you infantile, naive harlot?!") and that it doesn't necessarily take much maturity or understanding of the world to go "I'm gonna rescue my brother! :D", but there's no way for sure to know Robin's exact angle on her own actions because she never says anything other than pictures. (For instance, it could be a final favor to her father or something along those lines.)

Also the bread was completely made-up based on the fact that Robin's mother was a farmer of an unspecified crop (or crops).

#hexes and headaches #answered #out of potions: ooc #heretical headcanons #((though much more minor I seem to be in the minority opinion when it comes to if Robin curses and how much)) #((I've seen those 'how much does x character curse' filled out for Iconoclasts characters and Robin's pretty much always in the #'illegal to curse' catagory. Granted I did it originally because I thought it was funny and kept on it because it felt right in a weird way #slutshaming tw

[admrlthundrbolt]

Apple Blossom (Lemon x Chubby Reader x Tangerine)

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Reader being the twins' neighbor will always be strange, but she wouldn't change it for anything.

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Hi guys, out here with a new one. I absolutely love Bullet Train, the book and movie. So I wanted to make something for our fruit boys. Hope you enjoy.

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Being Lemon’s and Tangerine's neighbor was as odd as their names. The first time she got the mail for them, while they were away on “urgent business”. It was a surprise to see only the names of Tangerine or Lemon on them. She had assumed it was nicknames between roommates. But that was just the tip of the weird iceberg.

They started receiving things under the moniker the twins. Other than the accent they couldn't be any more different.

Take Lemon for example. His love of Thomas the Tank Engine and teddy bear qualities was what made him.

Where as Tangerine's smooth talking and well read personality was vastly different.

Though the way they both looked after her, always made their relationship feel special.

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“I’ve not got my wallet.”

Tangerine believed that he could enjoy a book on their flight back home. But it seemed that Lemon stupidity knew no bounds. “ What do you mean you’ve not got it. “

“I mean, i’ve not got it.” Lemon said obviously .

The rage that was boiling in his stomach was to much for the first hour of a five hour flight. “Ok, let's try this again. Do you mean that you put it in your luggage or that it is nowhere to be found?”

Though the question should have a simple answer, it seemed to make Lemon struggle more. “ I think the second one. “

He held back the heavy sigh. “You can just take care of it when we get home.”

“I’ll get (Y/N) to help me.” Lemon said, side eyeing Tangerine.

He turned his head so quickly that there was a resounding pop. “Hey, we agreed to not get them involved. That means nothing with proper names.”

“Fine, but they can help me pick out a new wallet.”

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You had gone grocery shopping, to prepare dinner, for the boys arrival. Only to notice their door forced open. Without a second thought, you left the food in the car, and went to investigate.

Things were scattered everywhere, Tangerine was going to have a fit. The living room was trashed, but the kitchen seemed not that bad. Lemon would be thankful for that. Still not seeing anyone, you went down the hall, towards the bedrooms.

All the doors were open, which was not how they were left. Edging further down, you heard a faint sound, coming from Tangerine's room. There in his closet was a wide built man, shuffling through designer show boxes.

Instinct led you to throwing the closed thing at his head.

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In the taxi, after an agonizing flight, Tangerine took his phone off airplane mode. Seeing a lovely message from you, about a surprise waiting for them. Also an unexpected message from an unknown number.

‘See you soon, das Schwein.’

He looked over at Lemon, who was gazing out the window. “Have you checked your phone yet?”

“Haven't thought to, why? “

“I have a weird message, from a random number.” His brows furrow in confusion, but his face smooths into a soft smile when he notices your text again. “She said she has a surprise for us.”

This got Lemon reaching for his phone. “Yeah, she doesn't say what though. You think it will be like the time she got some movies and made way to much popcorn? We had enough for more than a week after.” He laughed as he presses his fingers to the screen a few more times, then shows it to Tangerine. “What does this mean?”

He looked and saw the same message, from the same number. “Not sure, it looks German though."

Lemon started taping again and frowned. “It means pig!”

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Your mind was blank and buzzing angrily like a wasp nest, all at once.

The main idea being to get in touch with the boys. Your eyes searched the room, trying to remember where your phone could be. You heard voices coming to the broken in door. Quickly making your way to the kitchen, you grabbed a heavy pan, and hid against the fridge.

Your pulse was pounding in your ears. Which is probably why you didn't realise you were swinging the pan at Lemon. Thankfully, he threw up an arm in time to keep it from colliding with his head.

“What the hell was that for!”

Without a word you threw yourself at him. He held you firmly, like you knew he would.

Tangerines was already scanning the room and wasn’t happy with what he was seeing. It was a disorganized nightmare. On top of that something had happened to you and that was unacceptable.

Lemon was giving you a once over for wounds, so he decided to search the rest of their home. Going down the hall he saw more things toss about. Other than that everything seemed normal, until he reached his own room.

It was the least ransacked, but there was an unconscious man laying on the floor. This definitely have him pause. There was a knocked out person on the floor, that with further inspection, was also subdued with zip ties.

Tangerines had a tough time processing this, because based on the context you had done this. Their sweet, soft neighbor had taken down an intruder. And for what? The possibility that they could hurt his brother and him.

Once Lemon had assured himself that you weren't harmed, he sat you down and got you some water. Tangerine had returned at this point, with a confused look on his face.

“What happened?”

You then released the floodgates. Explaining that the door had been kicked in. You had found someone in Tangerine's room and threw a plant at his head. That then launched you into a tangent about how sorry you were, because it was a plant you had gotten him for his birthday. As you were promising to try to save the plant, he interupted.

“It's fine love. What I'm mostly concerned with the bloke tied up in my room.”

“The what! “ Lemon sprinted out of the kitchen.

“I just panicked and threw it at him, didn't know it would knock him out.” You fidgeted under his gaze. Then you looked at him, wide eyed. “ I’m glad I did though, he had this. “ You produced a hand gun from your waist band.

Lemon decided to announce his presents. “Where did you get that!”

“He wanted to hurt you guys. I had to do something.” The desperation in your eyes was enough to stop their hearts.

Lemon was on his knees in a second, grabbing your hands. “You're the one were worried about, if something had happened to you we couldn't live with ourselves.”

Tangerine moved forward and placed a hand on your shoulder. “We need to have a serious talk.”

You looked between the two of them with damp eyes. “Ok, I hope it has something to do with the bag I got the zip ties from.”

The twins glance at each other and knew that bringing you into their world was inevitable at this point.

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