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depravitycentral · 9 months

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(I don't think I've seen this concept before, but if someone else has written about this please let me know and I'll credit them accordingly!)

I have no grounds to base this on but I think that when nen-using yanderes are around their darling, their nen spikes.

Like, a lot.

Which wouldn't be bad at all - particularly if their darling isn't even aware of the existence of nen. Unfortunately, though, this has some bad side effects - namely, these spikes are both unconscious and uncontrollable.

And I like to think this manifests itself in ways that are entirely specific to the yandere - nen is energy, aura, raw, their honest feelings bleeding into their energy output, and when they're around someone who makes their heart race and their palms sweat and possessiveness and lust and desire and need bloom in their chest, their nen starts acting out what the yandere really desires.

And most of the time, this materializes as physical touch; their aura literally holding their darling, enveloping them and keeping them warm, comforted, trapped, whatever their heart is genuinely desiring in that moment. It's scary, for both the yandere and the darling, because even the most skilled nen user can't really control it - it just happens, and it's a dead giveaway for other nen users that this particular darling is already claimed when their companion's aura flares so strongly that it nearly suffocates the room.

Again, each yandere's nen manifests differently, but as a ballpark example of some ways this works is how Franklin's aura always physically picks you up, sweeping you off your feet and cradling you, leaving you floating in mid air princess style while something humming and heavy and invisible presses against your lips, jawline, and neck.

(When this happens, it makes him a bit embarrassed, watching with slightly widened eyes and immediately rushing forward to disperse the nen and set you back on the ground, making sure the nen won't accidentally drop you. He might then pick you up himself, recreating what his natural urges are obviously desiring, but more often than not he'll just nod at you and ask if you're alright, then walk off and try to calm the racing of his heart because god, it's like he could feel your soft skin and warmth through his nen. He'll spend a few minutes pressing soft kisses to his hand, eyes closed, pretending it's your lips, trying to not feel too pathetic.)

Phink's nen is, much to his embarrassment and mild displeasure, always immediately smacking into your ass when it spikes. It's not enough to hurt, but it's a firm, teasing spank, and it's one that leaves you yelping slightly and glancing behind you, wondering what the fuck just happened. Phinks is ashamed that this is what his heart wants most, because it feels cheap and dirty and mean, but it's the truth, and eventually you'll just grow to expect some sort of assault on your backside every time you enter the same room as him. (Sometimes it's a squeeze rather than a smack - equally as jarring, and a bit more humiliating because it's much longer, the nen massaging your skin and making you shiver because it almost feels good.)

(Phinks won't really explain what's going on to you, but he will say that it's nothing to worry about, and will loosely, incompletely explain nen without placing too much of the blame on himself. He doesn't want you to know that his carnal urges are what's fueling your daily ass smacks - except maybe once he tells you about it, maybe you'd let him slap your ass instead of his nen...?)

But by far the most unpredictable nen belongs to none other than Chrollo Lucilfer himself, who's nen response to you ranges from simply brushing over a piece of your hair to pinning you against the wall. It drives him absolutely crazy - he can't control it at all, and it all depends on his mood. Sometimes it'll flare up and simply surround you, not quite touching you, but getting as close as it can, almost like a predator that's waiting to pounce. This happens when Chrollo's in the mood to have a long, drawn out conversation with you - the philosophical kind, the kind that lets him peek into your mind and examine you, the poking and prodding questions he asks about your morality and beliefs leaving your head swimming. Other times, his aura springs on you the moment he walks through the door, the pressure nearly suffocating as it seems to snake under your clothing, pressing against your skin, particularly focused on your chest, thighs, and right between your legs.

(He won't fully acknowledge any questions you ask about this phenomenon - just dancing around the answer, instead managing to redirect the conversation or making some vague, ambiguous response like the heart is a fickle thing. He doesn't want you to realize the hold you have on him - he already feels his position above you is precarious (it's not, you're very aware that he's a cunning, resourceful bastard that you'd probably never successfully rebel against), and he cannot have you knowing that the nen that sometimes goes so far as to rip off your shirt is actually just him wanting to feast his eyes upon your pretty breasts. He hadn't let you wear a bra that morning, so is it really so wrong that that's his heart's biggest desire in the moment? He doesn't think so.)

Anyways, just a fun thought! If you couldn't tell I love thinking about big strong men being embarrassed and unable to control themselves <3

#yandere hxh #yandere hunter x hunter #_hxh #_lee ponders #_franklin bordeau #_phinks magcub #_chrollo lucilfer

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕀-

parings - jennaortega x singer!fem!reader

summary - you realize your relationship with jenna seems to be crumbling, so you do something about it

warnings - weird therapist, some percy diss, but that’s it :)

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“Relationships can be hard, and arguments are a normal thing all people go through.”

You sighed, fidgeting with your fingers while searching for anything to look at besides your therapist.

The reason for today's sudden visit was because you felt like your relationship with your girlfriend was going downhill. You understood that life can be tough sometimes, but this was much too stressful for you to keep bottled up.

“Can you tell me some specific reasons why you believe your dating life is struggling?” Your therapist asked, giving you an encouraging smile.

“Well,” You readjusted on the couch, “It just feels like I’m trying way too hard to keep us together, when I shouldn’t be.”

“I understand.”

“Having a girlfriend shouldn’t induce stress or anxiety, it should be fun and enjoyable.” You went on, now feeling like letting all your worries out, “I get that she has a job; I do too! But that isn’t an excuse to treat me terribly….”

“Yes, I agree.” Your therapist said as she jotted down some notes in her book, “You are still pursuing singing right?”

You nodded, smiling at the thought of your recently ended tour. Traveling the world was very exciting, and you loved experiencing different cultures along the way. The only wish you had was that Jenna would have been beside you; But like always, she put work first.

“So think about this. You have a job that takes you around the world, causes you to miss out on certain things but be included in newer things like events and shows?”

You nodded again, confirming the description of your work.

“And Jenna’s job consists of…exactly the same thing.”

You let out a shaky breath, turning to look at the ground sadly. It was true, you both had time consuming jobs that dragged you about the globe and took your time away from family and friends.

Yet somehow, you always made sure to have time. You would always tell your manager that family was first, and no matter what you would squeeze them into your schedule just so you could see them and feel at home while traveling or working.

Jenna’s job was similar in the aspect of yours, minus the singing and dancing, but she never seemed to be able to make any time for you. You would always plan your off days to be on her off days from filming so you could maybe go get lunch or just enjoy each other's presence, but Jenna would always have the excuse of “I’m to tired” or “I already have plans with Percy.”

Percy. The name was distasteful to you. As much as you appreciated his skill of acting and his wonderful personality, you still didn’t like him. He would always weasel himself in between you and Jenna, whether it be during her relaxing days or at award shows, he always pushed you out and brought her in.

“I have an idea; you may or may not like it.” Your therapist stated, setting her notebook down, “You need to pull her aside, no matter what plans she has, and talk to her.”

Your eyes widened and your nerves proceeded to spike. Pull her aside? You were not a confrontational person, and you were most likely to avoid conflicts if you were given the chance; hence why your relationship is crumbling.

“What do I say to her?” You fought back, taking a sip of water, “I have no idea how to confront her. ‘Hey Jenna! I feel forgotten and like you don’t care anymore!’”

A small sob escaped your mouth, your head falling into your hands. God, you missed her. You missed being able to hold her, to laugh about stupid soccer plays, to enjoy sunsets together on her balcony. You never knew how much of an impact she had on you until you started going to therapy.

“Don’t get emotional about it, just politely but firmly ask.”

You sniffled, raising a hand as an acknowledgment before getting up to leave the room. As much as you wanted to stay, you knew that if you were going to confront her you would need to do it now.

Pulling out your phone, you opened your text message app and clicked on Jenna’s contact.

A chuckle involuntary left your mouth, your lip slipping in between your teeth afterwards.

Jenna always knew how to make you laugh, no matter how you were feeling. Diffusing a situation is one of her many skill sets; but you were not letting her get away this time.

“I’ll be home in 5.” You texted before shoving your phone into your pocket and heading outside to your driver.

The ride seemed long, and even though it was a 15 minute drive to your place, you still felt the small confident monster roaring inside of you. All its pleas and cries were telling you to be bigger and let your emotions out onto Jenna; but you knew you couldn’t. You would scare her, anger her, or even just annoy her that she could possibly leave you on the spot; you couldn’t let that happen.

“Miss? We are here.” Your driver said, looking at you in the rearview mirror.

“Oh, thank you.” You replied before hurrying out of the car.

As you walked to the front door, passing Jenna’s black Audi along the way, your anxiety started to overtake you and your thoughts.

What if you say something wrong and she leaves? What if you are just overreacting and this is all some stupid act you’re pulling? What if she decides that you aren’t enough for her and she confesses about Percy?

A wooden blockade hit you in the face and you realized that you walked full force into the front door.

“Ow.” You mumbled before pushing your key into the slot and walking into your luxurious living room.

A mansion was one of the very gracious things you received from being such a popular face in the music industry. Money was an easy-coming item, and spending it was just the same, so why hold it all in your bank account when you could just show up and show out with your 102,000 square foot palace.

“Y/N?” Your name was called out softly, startling you from your place by the shoe nook.

You turned your head to the left to see her, in her ever standing glory. She looked slightly confused but all together relaxed, and was clearly dressed to be heading out for a fun night.

”Hi…” You said, completely unmoving as you stared at her.

“Hi…you wanted to talk?” Jenna asked, fidgeting with her phone.

“Oh, yeah. Here.” You gestured to the kitchen island, leading to sit on a stool.

She sat opposite from you, leaned against the cool countertop as she seemed to study your body language.

“So…” You trailed off, your confidence from before completely burned out.

Jenna raised an eyebrow at you, but turned to her phone when a notification went off. She clicked it, smiled, and started giggling as she replied to whoever messaged her.

That whole interaction set you off, especially since you saw who the person was; Percy.

“Jenna put your phone down, please.” You said sternly, staring at your hands.

She looked at you with a confused expression but slowly put her phone down, retracting her hand so it sat in her lap.

“We…are not okay.” You started, playing with a ring on your finger.

Jenna watched you patiently, listening intently to your words.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but I feel like we aren’t what we used to be.”

Silence from her end.

“Many times I feel like you don’t seem to care about me.” You said, the ring on your finger was now very interesting, “I go out of my way to reschedule so my off days line up with yours, but we don’t even spend any of that time together.”

More silence.

“I feel under appreciated and alone. Anytime we have free days together, you either say you are too tired to do anything or you already have plans with your friends.”

You inhale, breathing shakily and meekly.

“Am I not enough for you?” You asked, your tear clouded eyes finally looking up at Jenna.

She looked, shocked. Her mouth was hanging open while her eyebrows furrowed in confused and disbelief. She stared at you, her eyes glossing over with her own tears and her shoulders slumping sadly.

“Y/N…what?” Jenna mumbled, clearly lost for words.

You searched her face for any sign of anger or annoyance; there was none. Surprisingly, she seemed to be softening and relaxing.

“You, are more than enough for me.” She said, reaching for your hand, “Hell I don’t even deserve you.”

The weight of all your worries instantly lifted when she spoke those words, which caused an avalanche of emotions to hit you.

“Aw honey.” Jenna cooed, pulling you into her chest when you started crying profusely.

She stroked your hair, pressing a loving kiss to your forehead. Her fingers began to scratch your scalp as she coaxed you to relax.

“I love you, god I really do.” She held you close, rubbing your shoulders, “I’ll never take you for granted.”

You sniffled, leaning yourself into her as she fed you comforting words. Your stress and anxiety seemed to melt away as she held you.

“I’m sorry if I pushed you away, I didn’t mean to do it on purpose.”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at her.

“Then why did you?” You asked softly.

Jenna smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

“Filming has been…stressful. Tim and the rest of the crew has been antsy, and my cast mates have been no help in being calm and collected.” She said, caressing your face with the pad of her thumb, “I’ll be honest, Percy and the gang have been partying to much, and HE is quite the touchy type.”

You frowned, jealousy building up in the bottom of your stomach at the thought of Percy getting to close with your girlfriend. Jenna chuckled at you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips to diminish the pout that formed on your face.

“Don’t do that, a frown doesn’t look good on you.” She said, rubbing her nose against yours as you laughed.

“Mmm, I love you.” Jenna murmured as she gazed into your eyes.

“And I love you.”

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buggyjuggie · 4 months

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the skater punk is so cool i just read it !!. can you do the mk1 earthrealmers with a reader who does rythm/jam skating on roller skates? and they're like punk/metalhead and suped extroverted?

──★ ˙ ̟ Mk1 Earthrealms x GN! Rhythm/jam skating reader

「 ✦ Liu Kang ✦ 」

* He’s absolutely mesmerised by your skills, watches you with a love stricken look.

* Is down to give it a shot and long as your the one teaching.

* I feel like he’d have those rgb skates with the flashy lights.

* It doesn’t matter if he likes your taste in music he will listen to it regardless, wants to show that you are important to him.

* If people start talking about you negatively he’ll just give them a beaming death stare ( like in the mk1 story mode when he looked at Raiden and Kung lao)

* He doesn’t judge people by they’re looks, personality ect. He judges them by they’re actions. So when you started dating people we’re surprised that Liu kang would date someone with a style so opposite to yours, but he’s the happiest he’s ever been because he sees you have a pure and good intentioned heart.

「 ✦ Shang Tsung ✦ 」

* *In mc80sentertainment Shang Tsungs voice* „Mmm Liu kang look at what my partner can do isn’t it fantastic ? Much more impressive than your little farmer.”

* Tries to act dismissive and like it isn’t fun for him but in reality he REALLY likes it .

* Its calming for him to just be in a ring with you and spin, move your legs and just unwind, being a evil sorcerer is tiring.

* I feel like he’d get really creative with how we wants his rollerblades to look would probably add all sorts of little spikes, chains, maybe even use some magic so that green mist would follow him.

* Speaking of magic he sometimes messes with you by casting a spell on you roller skates (its his love language)

「 ✦ Johnny Cage ✦ 」

* Johnny is 50/50 when it comes to skating in general but because he loves to perform he tries to learn and practice as much possible.

* His flexibility comes in handy for certain dance moves.

* Sometimes he rents out the whole place just so you could have the whole ring to yourself. He makes specific playlists consisting of songs both of you enjoy.

* Absolutely LOVES your style and brags to everyone how cool you look.

* Both of you were made for each other: extroverts who perform match made in heaven.

* As always yes he post’s pics of you on his socials and you do the same back.

* When he sees you permofrming he gets struck with ideas for movie/scenes.

「 ✦ Kung lao ✦ 」

* If he ever sees someone judging you he’ll side eye them HARD.

* By the time both of you are done skating the ring will be full of cherry blossom leaves (they just sorta apear when Kung lao’s around)

* Helps you paint and customise your rollerblades as well as going shopping with you if they need repairing.

* Bring snacks for him even if he’s not roller blading he’s gonna be hungry and cranky and he never remembers to bring himself food.

* Shares the same taste in music so anything you put on he’ll like.

* Like Johnny both of you get along great thanks to your extroverted personalities.

「 ✦ Raiden ✦ 」

* He’s a natural at it he finds it really relaxing and fun to participate in your hobby.

* He sometimes invites his sister to join, it tightens your bond because he trusts you with important people in his life.

* Raiden is more introverted so if there’s a lot of people in the ring he’ll just sit on the benches and admire you.

* If you make him a playlist of your favourite songs even if he doesn’t like all of them he’ll still give it a shot.

* You mess with Raiden while skating by going behind him and taking out his hair tie (i wanna see him with long hair SUE ME)

*Uses his lighting powers to make little particles that just zab the ground, or makes mini fireworks to elevate your performances.

「 ✦ Kenshi Takahashi ✦ 」

* I feel like Kenshi would not be into roller blading not because he can’t but it’s just not his thing he prefers to just watch you.

* He enjoys the music you listen to but the side effect of that is when he can’t fall asleep he’ll blast it really loudly trough his headphones.

* He’s very supportive of the things you can do ,brings you water and snacks.

* At first Kenshi’s ancestors weren’t on board with him dating you until they saw how happy he was.

* You sometimes steal his red coat because its suits your style and you even customised it.

* He ended up buying a new one, if he ever catches you napping he’ll put his coat over you to make sure you don’t get cold.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Im so sorry this took so long to post but it’s here. I might start posting a bit slower because im already behind schedule (i was in another city for a concert) and winter break is ending so I’ll be busy but I’ll still try my best to put something out at least one or two request a week.

Thank you for reading :3

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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I have a request to make. Yandere obanai vs yandere mitsuri vs yandere shinobu, with a darling reader with a pet anaconda (who is also quite the cuddle bug)also the anacondas name is noodle.

Happily will do this idea! It actually sounds somewhat cute so let’s find out what will happen with these three! A little short but that’s okay, I assume!

Lol. This picture is the only thing I can find for these three!

Yandere! Romantic! KNY Hashira Scenarios: Iguro Obanai vs Kanroji Mitsuri vs Kocho Shinobu

What a absolute disaster pitting these three together is. Obanai is hostile, Shinobu is dangerous and Mitsuri is passive-aggressive! So every scenario ends in a vicarious fight that could shake the ground

All three fall for you very close to one another, and find out each other’s feelings for you when they notice the lovestruck glares directed at you during one of the many Hashira gatherings. This triggers the Yandere corruption and it gets worse with the rivalry growing alongside it

Obanai is the first one to find out how about your pet. A big emerald-palette anaconda named “Noodle” by stalking you from your window. Mitsuri learns about Noodle by getting invited into your house and Shinobu learns about Noodle last when you ask for medicines useable on snakes

Obanai knows his snakes very well so he offers you snake care advice as Shinobu and Mitsuri angrily glare at him for winning over your attention so easily. He has the biggest advantage over the two girls, for his knowledge on snakes

Though, all three are very jealous of Noodle for the way you admire and love him. Why does that stupid serpent get your affection?! They are also very jealous of each other

All three love you dearly so they’d never try kill Noodle at all and will always run up to you to give whatever you want for Noodle or for yourself but they all wish they could get rid of Noodle without hurting your feelings

Overall. They argue and fight basically constantly over who can touch you and/or take care of Noodle for you. You do notice how bad it gets from behind closed doors, but you just hope it doesn’t have anything to do with you

Shinobu may or may not put coma-inducing serum in your beloved Noodle’s food to make you come to her for medical care. Mitsuri and Obanai get furious over the situation as they both know that Shinobu is the reason Noodle is hurt and she is hurting you for her own selfish infuriation

Mitsuri is a lot closer to you then she is to Noodle but she is very good at handling the heavy snake as if he weighs nothing to her. Obanai and Shinobu get jealous at the way you coo happily at her and Noodle cuddling

All three are very invasive and clingy, grabbing onto random parts of you whenever they can, bickering and swiping at each other so they’ll back off. It never ends until you get up and walk away, but that doesn’t mean they won’t follow you like a group of ravage fans to a Popstar

You having Noodle isn’t a favourite for Yandere Obanai, Mitsuri and Shinobu but your happiness is very important to them so they don’t really mind that much. Tho, the main problem is the rivalry the trio have against each other

All three are very manipulative, all emotionally. Shinobu tries to directly trick you into thinking the other two are liars, Obanai uses old fashion gaslighting until you think he is the only safe one whilst Mitsuri simply lies about what those two do with a few crocodile tears so you’ll sympathise with her

Won’t deny. Obanai would most likely work hard to invent a new form for Serpent Breathing, mimicking Noodle and other anacondas to try impress you

“Noodle’s a anaconda, my lov— Dokusha. He has very specific requirements for temperatures, try maintaining the cage in 60 to 70 percent humidity with periodic spikes near 100 percent— hm? Don’t thank me, we’re… friends”

“Heeeey! Dokusha! Look! Wanna see something cool! I’m gonna go play with Noodle! Are you ready— Oh! No, don’t worry! He isn’t heavy at all! He’s fine, I’d you want me to, I’ll gladly do it! Anything for you— because it’s fun!”

“Oh my, Dokusha. Noodle likes a bit tuckered out? What is the problem? He… he won’t wake up? Well, that sounds like a good thing— a simply horrible thing! I’ll try figure out what’s wrong, okay! You can rely on me”

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rollinouttahere-writes · 9 months

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I've got an interesting idea for a bug race for a one piece au! Since there is Fishmen and Minks with many distinct animal and fish features in their appearance so how about a race with insect, arachnid and other invertebrate features! 🐌🦋🐛🐜🐝🪲🐞🦗🪳🕷️🕸️🦂🦟🪰🪱 And what kind of bug would each straw hat member be in this AU?

Okay so fun fact about me, I was an entomology major in college before I dropped out. So thank you for this request because it was very self indulgent!

Insect AU

Luffy would be a jack jumper ant (Myrmecia Pilosula). This ant is very strong even by ant standards. Like their name suggests, they can leap up to 76 millimeters, which is extremely impressive when you take into account that they range from 11 - 14 millimeters in size. On top of that, they possess a potent venom that kills other insects with ease. They are notably aggressive, even towards things much larger than themselves, and can reliably kill prey much larger than themselves. Truly a fierce fighter that can go toe to toe with many enemies.

Zoro would be a centipede, specifically the Scolopendra Polymorpha. This centipede varies a lot in color, and can even be green. These guys pack some pretty serious venom with necrotic properties, not something you want to experience. Centipedes are extremely agile predators that can take down all kinds of prey with ease thanks to their strength and ability to contort their body.

Nami would be a velvet ant (Dasymutilla Occidentalis). Despite the name, these guys are not ants, but are ground dwelling wasps that happen to resemble ants. They have a deceptively cute reddish-orange fuzzy appearance, that makes their venomous sting all the more surprising. While only males of the species can fly, females have a stinger that delivers a devastating venom to whatever has it on the defense. While the effects of it are excruciating, it is not fatal.

Usopp would be a spiny leaf insect (Extatosoma Tiaratum). Despite the name, males don’t have many spikes beyond the ones on their face and some defensive ones on the legs, but they can fly so at least they have that going for them. One of their means of defense is to do a threat pose that makes them resemble a scorpion (and the nymphs mimic the appearance of a toxic species of ants), which sounds like a very Usopp thing to do in my humble opinion.

Sanji would be a budwing mantis (Parasphendale Affinis). This is widely considered to be the most aggressive mantid species. I will preface this by saying that this mostly applies to females, but for the sake of the AU, I’m going to ignore that and allow Sanji to have these qualities. The budwing mantis is a voracious predator that regularly kills prey three times the size of themselves, and will do their damnedest to intimidate even bigger animals. These guys are ambush predators with insanely fast reflexes. Males are especially eager to find a mate (however fatal that may be).

Chopper is a bumblebee, specifically the Bombus Balteatus. Why did I choose that one, you ask? Because it was the fluffiest looking one I could find. As for the rest of the reasoning, Chopper just has cute bumblebee vibes to me. He likes using his honey in his medicine when applicable. This is another case of us ignoring insect gender-roles.

Robin is a noble false widow spider (Steatoda Nobilis). This spider is commonly mistaken for black widows even though I don’t get how because they look nothing alike I mean really it’s like saying wolf spiders look like a brown recluse, so they have an unfairly bad reputation. While their venom is medically significant, it’s on par with a bee sting and nothing to worry about.

Franky is an atlas beetle (Chalcosoma Atlas). These are massive beetles with a very tough shell and most notably, have three long horns both for defense and mating purposes. Despite their intimidating size, they are actually quite friendly and make for great pets.

Brook would be a prairie mole cricket (Gryllotalpa Major). Despite the name, these aren’t true crickets, just a close relative. Lacking the specialized legs that crickets use to chirp, they instead rub their wings together to make noise. They dig burrows specifically designed to have excellent acoustics so as to help more females hear their “music”, which is surprisingly complex and can have up to five harmonics.

Jinbei would be a lobster. Not really an insect, but a relative of them no less.

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airplanned · 1 year

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I’d like to see an epilogue to proposition. Link nagging Zelda about her health while she’s pregnant and being generally protective (and totally completely professional… probably) and then him getting to meet his child in secret would be cute. Any chance of that happening?

So, no, I'm not going to write that specifically.

...Instead I wrote something else.

Have an epilogue!

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They had found that the best way to keep Baby Zelda (or, excuse him, Princess Zelda, because, as she insisted: "Not a baby!") from crying for two weeks while her mother was away on a diplomatic trip was to send Princess Zelda on her own, very important diplomatic trip. To...uh...Ordon. Where she needed to...umm...show the people there how sweet and well-behaved a princess she was.

So escorted only by the Captain of Her Majesty's Royal Guard, she would spend two weeks in Ordon, improving their diplomatic relations with the village.

The castle staff appreciated this. The Royal Guard appreciated that they could take some well earned time off, because all the royals were gone.

The Queen also appreciated this plan, because it would be good for the princess to experience life outside the castle. The princess loved this plan, because she got a full fortnight of undivided attention from her second favorite person.

Link was pretty fond of this plan too. He got to sing Baby Zelda to sleep with songs sung to him when he was little. He got to wrestle her hair into a messy braid twice every morning and once again in the afternoon while she laughed at the determined look on his face.

When they reached home again after two weeks away, she managed to stay put in the saddle in front of him all the way through town, but once she caught sight of her mother, waiting for her on the front steps, she shrieked, "Mama!" and attempted to throw herself off the horse.

Link was a professional, and was used to the princess' ways, and grabbed her easily around the waist until one of the valets was ready to take her, at which point she swung fro their arms to the ground and ran. A smile burst across the queen's face, and she crouched down with her arms spread wide to catch her.

The queen closed her eyes as they hugged, and Link had to hold back the spike of fondness at seeing the two of them together by giving instructions to the stable hands and valets that have appeared. He could still smell Baby Zelda's scent of cinnamon and allspice from all the cookies she snuck on the trip, trying to stifle giggles that she could be so sneaky that Link didn't notice her.

He wasn't sure how much longer that game was going to last.

The queen stands, shifting the princess to her hip, and Link follows after them as they head into the castle.

The princess is already telling every single thing that happened to her as fast as she possibly can. "Colin got a dog! It's brown! She's a good girl and likes sticks. And I pet a goat! They like to be pet. Goats smell really bad! And they all wanted pets and one chewed on my dress and one chewed on my hair! And we splashed in the water, and when it got dark, there were fireflies everywhere, and Captain caught some for me in a jar, but we had to let them go because jars make fireflies sick if they stay in them for too long. And Ilia has a baby and it's tiny! He held my finger. And we went fishing. I didn't catch anything, but Captain says that no one catches anything when they go fishing, and I did a good job. And Colin and Grandpa made a cake with me, and it was lemon!"

The queen shoot a quiet look over her shoulder. "Grandpa."

Link closed the distance between them by a couple paces to explain. "Rusl's hair went gray, and now everyone calls him Grandpa."

Both of these facts were true, and Rusl was desperately aggrieved by both of them, but Link left out the part where Rusl's unfortunate new hair color and his unfortunate new nickname are not related to each other at all.

Everyone started calling him Grandpa, because the princess started calling him Grandpa. He's not entirely sure why the princess started calling him Grandpa.

He's not going to tell the queen the details.

(For some reason Uli is still Ooli, which serves Link's purposes just fine and also won't get him murdered by Uli.)

"Captain says the forest is full of monkeys!"

"It is," the queen agreed. "Did you see any of them?"

"No!" The princess kept talking as they walk to the queen's office, and then talked for another twenty minutes until the long trip and the comfort of home caught up with her and she passed out asleep in her mother's lap.

He found himself leaning against the desk, giving them a fond look. His girls. He could only call them that in his head and late at night in the dark with Zelda's fingers threaded through his as she used his shoulder as a pillow.

He was going to have to get a grip in a few minutes. He couldn't be looking at them like this now that they were back in the castle.

A few more minutes wouldn't hurt though.

Quietly, the queen asked, "How was it?"

"It was good," he said. "No injuries."

She breathed a soft laugh and pressed her lips to the top of her daughter's hair, closing her eyes, breathing her in.

There was something so melancholy in the gesture that Link frowned, his thoughts suddenly alert.

"What about your trip?"

"Fine," she said. "It was fine."

"Then what's wrong?"

She opened her eyes to look at him, and her pale smile made his chest seize with fear. It made him want to circle the desk and take her face in his hands.

"I think our luck's run out."

He stiffened, his voice hard as he asked, "Who knows."

She shook her head a fraction and took a deep breath before looking him in the eye again. With a crooked smile he'd never seen before, she said, "I'm pregnant."

He stared at her.

Then dropped into the seat across from her. "Shit."

"Indeed."

"Are you sure?"

She gave him an unamused look.

He rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

Oh, they were in so much trouble. And not just him and Zelda, but Baby Zelda too. No one was going to believe a second divine gift of a baby when there was already an heir to the throne. If people did buy that, they would think the Goddesses were implying something about Baby Zelda. Her imminent death or the wisdom of her eventual rule. It would imply that the Goddesses had made a mistake, or at least that they hadn't granted Zelda a child for any desperately important reason.

No, no one was going to buy it a second time. And then they'd notice that the princess was starting to favor her left hand. They'd see the low set of her eyebrows. They'd start whispering about how much time the captain spent with the queen.

And they'd just gone on a damned family vacation.

He took a deep breath. Zelda had her cheek pressed to her daughter's head, watching him carefully.

"What would you want to do?" he asked.

"If we weren't trapped in a web of lies of our own making?"

He nodded, and her eyes turned distant. From the slow loosening of her shoulders, it seemed that maybe this was the first time she'd let herself think about it. Then her face softened, a smile twitching at her lips.

Something lit in Link's chest. That was his family, and he was not going to let anything happen to them.

The start of an idea itched at his brain. It started to roll around.

"How would you feel about digging our hole deeper?"

Her eyebrows rose.

Okay. He might have been about to give his daughter even more delusions of grandeur than she already had, but he was pretty sure this would work.

***

It took a full week to gently lay the seeds and make the princess think it was her idea. (You know, if you really wanted something, like Colin's puppy, you'd have to go in front of the queen and ask at court.) He actually wasn't sure if she was going to do his plan, or if she was going to do something off the wall weird. Or ask for a puppy. It wasn't like he could go over what to say with her. They couldn't exactly practice.

So when she appeared before the court, escorted by one of her nannies and dressed in her her full little regalia, all he could do was clench his fist and pray.

Everyone, the queen included, found the princess' appearance at court charming. She'd never really made a grand appearance before, except to rush in, hug her mother, whisper that she'd sen a duck, and then run out again. But now the princess walked toward her mother's throne, stopped at the appropriate place, and dropped into the most adorable curtsey anyone had ever seen.

The queen looked something between delighted and terrified (because she had met her daughter), but it looked like the delight was winning out.

"That was very well done, my darling. What brings you to court today?"

The princess beamed. "I want to ask for something. Your Majesty." She curtsied again.

In mock seriousness with amusement in her eyes, the queen asked, "You may ask, Your Highness."

"I want a baby brother or sister."

The court tittered.

Zelda froze.

Link kept his face absolutely still, because fuck yeah, it worked! That was his girl!

The queen's eyes slid briefly to his, and something about the way he was holding himself must have given him away, because her eyes slid away again.

"My darling, I'm sorry, but I cannot--"

And then she started to glow, the feigned look of surprise on her face really selling it, as the court erupted into murmurs and gasps.

And maybe Link's face slipped a little bit, because he was goddess damned delighted.

#Zelda #my fic #proposition AU

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go looking for ghosts

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: N/A Fandom: Doctor Who Ship: Thoschei (11/Simm!Master) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Angst, Post-Episode: s07e05 The Angels Take Manhattan, Pre-Episode: s03e13 Last of the Time Lords, Drunk Doctor (Doctor Who), Grief/Mourning, Minor Violence, Genderswap, The Master (Doctor Who) Being a Bastard, Female Doctor (Doctor Who), Female Master (Doctor Who) Wordcount: 2651 Summary:

The Doctor loses Amy and Rory. She makes a poor decision of who to turn to.

Harriet Saxon is not having a good day.

The Master, who is not Harriet Saxon but wears her smile well enough, is having a worse one.

“Doctor,” she says through gritted teeth. It doesn’t take much guesswork; no one else would break into her office just to be a nuisance. It’s not her Doctor, the skinny one who she left behind at the end of time, but a new one, whose existence manages to be both reassuring (of course she would survive) and infuriating (of course she would survive.) She looks younger, but the Master can almost taste the centuries of separation between them. She’s so disheveled — one suspender missing, buttons undone, hair that’s had her hands dragged through it dozens of times — that the Master would question how she got inside, if getting into places she wasn’t supposed to be wasn’t the Doctor’s main talent. “Get off of my desk.”

The Doctor swings her head up and nearly topples backwards from the motion. The Master realizes that she’s not leaning back on the desk to look smug, or not entirely, but rather, because the minute she moves her hands, her whole balance goes askew and she ends up tipping over again. She saves herself from humiliation at the last moment, catching herself on the Master’s desk again. She does not save the Master’s plastic bonsai tree, the only decoration she bothered to get for her desk, and it hits the ground with a thud. The Master glowers at her for that.

When she’s stable, she squints at the Master. The Master has already shut and locked the door behind her.

“I’m still taller than you,” the Doctor says.

“Congratulations,” the Master responds, dryly. “Here to stop me?” The Doctor blinks at her.

“What? I already did that. Can’t do it twice. No crossing time streams.” She gives a morose little laugh. “Look at me, obeying the rules. Nothing I can do for them. Time says… no.” She pauses for a minute between words as though she was searching for something more grandiose to say, but her voice and flourish fall flat with the simple negative. And then she falls off the desk when she sweeps her arm out too far for emphasis and forgets that she needs it to keep herself balanced.

The Master lets her. She smirks. The Doctor picks herself up off the floor. It’s an ungraceful maneuver, full of limbs that won’t obey her and scrabbling at nearby furniture to haul herself to her feet.

“From where I’m standing, you haven’t stopped anything,” the Master tells her, but if she’s honest, she’s not surprised. Irritated that a year’s worth of plotting won’t end in victory, but not surprised. It’s still worth it, if only to do whatever damage she can and make herself a thorn in the Doctor’s side until she tastes blood. She circles the Doctor. “Are you drunk? How did you manage that?”

“Enthusiastically,” she snaps like the Master is poking a fresh bruise. It only makes her want to jab her finger into the spot harder. “From where I’m st-” Her legs shake, and she collapses back into one of the chairs in the Master’s office. Not the comfy one behind her desk, but the ones she got specifically to make anyone trying to interview or ask her for things squirm in discomfort. She likes to think of it as encouraging efficiency in the government — by making sure no one ever bothers her.

Except the Doctor, who could make herself comfortable on a bed of spikes and would still find time to annoy the Master.

“From where I’m sitting,” she repeats, “you’re…” And then she smiles. There is no kindness behind it. “You helped save Earth.”

The Master feels vaguely nauseous at the idea.

“Well, thank you for warning me. I’ll make sure not to.” The Doctor’s eyes are dangerous in a way the Master usually only gets to see from within a trap she’s about to break. She rolls her head the moment she feels tension forming in her shoulders, forcing it to release and not show the Doctor anything.

“No. Now, I’ve told you you will, and you’ll have to.”

“Do you think I care about causing a paradox?”

“Do you think I care if you try?” The Doctor almost sounds eager for it. For a moment, as she stares the Master down, she’s far too still, like a held breath.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction,” the Master decides. She watches the Doctor slump.

The Master refuses to be concerned about her, but it’s disturbing how disappointed she looks.

There’s meant to be a rhythm to this. The Master pushes until something breaks, and the Doctor drags them both back. She doesn’t know where she stands when the Doctor is already broken. All she knows is that she’s jealous of whoever managed it before her.

“What happened to you?” she asks. “Blow up a planet? Find another genocide to commit?” Digging her knife into the wound of Gallifrey should get her some kind of reaction, but all she receives is a tired glare. The Master searches, and when she comes up with the alternative, she spits it, disgusted that it could ever trump their shared loss, “Lose another one of your humans?”

That’s like cracking a whip against the hide of an animal. The Doctor rears up, driven forward by anger, but her refusal to sober betrays her when she ends up falling into the Master. She clings to the Master’s pantsuit, leaving obvious wrinkles behind wherever she grabs at. The Master leans back from her and from the boiling grief under her skin.

“Don’t,” the Doctor warns, as if she didn’t know what coming to the Master would mean. If she wanted someone to be nice to her, she has dozens of companions who look at her like a god and would happily have her in for tea.

She chose to be here, instead.

“Did they die for you?” The Master guesses, and the Doctor’s fingers lock tight but her expression doesn’t waver. Close. “They died for nothing,” she says, certain now, reading every little cue from the Doctor until she knows exactly how to hurt her, “and right in front of you. Why didn’t you stop it, Doctor? I thought you loved your companions.” The Doctor’s whole body stiffens up as she speaks, and when the Master reaches loved, the Doctor yanks on her before her weight bearing down on the Master shoves her right back against the desk. The back of the Master’s thighs ache from the impact. The Doctor is pressed chest to chest with her now, her breath fanning across the Master’s face, and they’re so close that the Master is forced to notice that the Doctor was right. She’s taller, and the Master still has to look up at her.

The Doctor has no right to look surprised at her words. She came here because cruelty was the point. The Master provides, generously.

“We have a winner,” she teases to feel the Doctor’s hands tremble with rage. “Was it painful?”

“They were together! They were happy!” More than one. That does nothing to abate the Master’s jealousy. How dare the Doctor grieve them like this, like they matter?

“Without you, and that’s worse.” The Doctor is practically belly-up. The Master gives her exactly what she wants, claws raked across exposed weakness. “After all, you’re the only one who should get to choose when you’re bored of them.”

“Shut up!” The Doctor shakes the Master again, though this time, she’s prepared and stops herself from hitting the desk. She could throw the Doctor off of her easily, but this is so much more fun. (So much better than watching her mope around and beg for the Master to destroy her, to destroy everything, for the sake of her pride and the Doctor’s grief.)

“Are you trying to intimidate me, Doctor?” she says, matching the Doctor’s volume gleefully. It’s not like anyone can hear them. The Master took care of soundproofing shortly after she realized that she would be supplied an infinite amount of interns, no matter how many went missing. “You can barely stand. You can barely dress yourself.” She gropes at the dangling cloth around the Doctor’s neck, loosely held in place by her collar.

The Doctor recoils from her so fast that the Master wonders if she’s finally thought better of this whole thing and sobered up. From the way she wavers in place and how hard it is for her to get her eyes to focus on the Master, she has not.

“Don’t touch that!” She reaches up around her own neck to yank the undone cloth completely off. The Master had thought it was a tie at first, (She’s gotten very familiar with wearing one herself. She looks dependable in them, and more importantly, sexy.) but it’s too thin and too short.

“Is that a-” she starts. The Doctor’s terrible fashion statements have always been an open invitation for mockery.

The Doctor slaps her.

What follows is an honest, uncomfortable silence. The Master’s cheek stings. She can taste blood on the inside of her mouth from the impact. She smiles and hopes it shows on her teeth. The Doctor doesn’t lower her hand completely, the other furiously tearing the undone bowtie free and stuffing it away into a pocket where the Master can’t see it.

“Feel better?” the Master finally says. The pain radiates outwards, into her jaw and up the side of her face. She bears it.

“Yes,” the Doctor answers before she can think better of it. If she was going to bother to at all. And then, “Give me one back.” The Master’s hand itches. She grips the edge of the desk.

“No,” the Master answers. They know what will hurt worse.

She lifts her fingers to her cheek and traces the outline of the Doctor’s hand bruising it. The Doctor flinches.

“You deserved it,” she says. She sounds like she believes it, which is fair enough, but like she still regrets doing it, which is so her, it’s sickening.

The Master leans back against her desk. She glances to the side, finds that her plastic bonsai tree has not picked itself up off the ground and put itself back where it should be, and decides that she’ll throw it in the dump later for being so useless.

“Did they have names?” she asks.

The Doctor hesitates for a long time, but she can’t resist forever. “Amy and Rory,” she says. The Master makes a face that she assumes is in the ballpark of sympathetic.

“Last names?” she attempts to tempt out of the Doctor. She gets a hard stare in response.

“Suddenly, I can’t remember.” The Master spreads her hands, a ‘what can you do’ gesture that she’s taken to adopting. It makes the papers say she looks humble, and she doesn’t even have do any real work to win their praises.

“I’ll just have the Toclafane kill all of the Amys and Rorys, then.” The Doctor takes a step towards her again. The Master turns her head so that the Doctor has to stare at her bruised cheek if she wants to approach her. It stops her in her tracks. “Does it matter, Doctor? Aren’t you going to stop me?” That glare tells her everything she could want to know. Not soon enough. Just a taste of that victory is addictive.

She extends a hand. She finds the Doctor’s remaining suspender, pulls it taut until she has no choice but to come close again, and then lets it snap back against the Doctor’s chest to see her wince. “Ask me to spare them,” she says. She traces the Doctor’s open collar to the base of her throat. “And do it right, Doctor.”

“You won’t.” The Doctor wants to hit her again. She wants to scream and rage and hurt. It’s all she came here for, to be goaded and to get some release taking it out on someone she thought she wouldn’t feel as guilty about lashing out at. But she is still the Doctor, and she won’t. Not when the only provocation is words and threats for time she’s already lived through.

“It’s all you can do,” the Master says, “besides killing me right here.” The Doctor’s expression closes off suddenly, and the Master wants her back the moment she’s denied, wants to see her desperate and in pain. “What’s one tiny paradox to save your friends?” she pushes. She taps a beat softly against the hollow of the Doctor’s throat, one-two, three-four.

She imagines taking her hand and squeezing that soft neck. She imagines giving the Doctor the perfect excuse she needs to fight back. She taps her way up to right under the Doctor’s chin and holds her fingers there at the bend, so that the Doctor can’t look down.

“More than I can bear,” the Doctor answers.

Even the light brush of her fingertips against the Doctor’s skin bleeds with emotion. The Master siphons off drops from the flood, savoring them. She’ll have to remember this for later and drug the Doctor until her mental shields are down and the Master can scrape bits of her out of her mind as souvenirs.

“You’ve always been so selfish,” the Master says, her voice low for an accusation only she could make and know to be true. The rest of the universe would laugh at the idea, but she knows. She knows.

The Doctor can’t defend herself from the truth. She takes the Master’s wrist. Her grip is too tight, betraying her as much as the way she holds on too long. The Master narrows her eyes, and for the first time, wonders why here, why not with the version of her who haunts this Doctor.

“Don’t hurt them,” the Doctor says, resignedly, her attempts to create a kinder past futile and she knows it and she doesn’t have the energy left to try harder. “Master,” she adds after a beat, the name barely breathed.

The Master reaches up to cup the back of her head and draw her down. The Doctor’s eyes go soft at the gentle touch, almost like she has hope. The Master’s lips brush her foolish Doctor’s ear.

”From where you’re standing,” she tells her, “I already have.” The urge rises to bite the Doctor when she’s so close, but before she can take advantage, the Doctor is already wresting herself away from the Master’s hold. She looks disgusted.

She opens her mouth, and the Master waits for her to get the last word, as she always tries to. The Doctor’s mouth twists like a dying animal writhing on the ground. She shuts her eyes, and she turns her head. Her hands uselessly go to her collar and find nothing to straighten, to make herself presentable as she walks out in defeat.

“Visit me again, Doctor?” The Master calls after her as she turns her back and tries to leave. The locked door stops her in her tracks, but never for long until her screwdriver rings out in the Master’s office and sets her free. (She thinks the Doctor has the frequency set too high on purpose, to hurt the Master’s ears, but so long as the Doctor’s forced to suffer through it too, she won’t say anything.)

She slams the door behind her like a petulant child. The Master snorts and rolls her eyes.

She touches her cheek and hisses as the sensitive skin throbs.

The Doctor will come back. When and with what face, she can’t guess now, but she will. She couldn’t stay away if she wanted to.

And now, she has an office to clean up. The Doctor always does leave behind a mess. The Master may enjoy that, but Harriet Saxon has appearances to keep up.

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Day 182: Delicate

The lovely prompter specifically requested "Delicate" by Taylor Swift as the prompt. I feel like @phoebe-delia is really the person I would entrust to crush prompts for her songs, but I will endeavor to do my best. This is rated M for implied sexual content.

Draco lit up a cigarette while he waited outside of the dingy muggle bar. It was a filthy habit, but one he couldn't seem to shake when he was going out to drink and to dance.

Or when his nerves were spiking (not that he'd ever confess to that). He didn't know why he always showed up early, it only ever served to make him more anxious, but some old habits died hard. Others, he thought as he glanced down at his muggle jeans and wide neck white tshirt, had died very easily indeed.

"Hey."

He looked up to see Harry approaching and he stole Draco's breath the way he always did. He had changed too. A lot. He'd grown into himself in the two years following the war, he was a few inches taller than Draco was now, his shoulders had broadened and filled in, and his hair was long enough to get swept up into a loose bun on top of his head. He wasn't sure how much of that was normal teenage growth and how much was a result of Harry getting bitten by a werewolf and turned.

Perhaps most importantly, though, he'd covered himself in tattoos. Flowers covered his arms (they all represented something, he'd confessed one night about four months into this thing between them, whatever it was), he had sets of footprints with little scrolls containing names that covered his biceps and his shoulders, a snitch tattooed behind one ear, a deathly hallows symbol on his ankle. There was a full moon with a wolfsbane flower on his rib cage, a black dog curled just below. Across his collarbones he had antlers woven through with lilies.

Seeing only a few peaking out at Draco from under his shirt was enough to make him itch with the desire to get Harry naked. Again.

"Hi," he replied, after taking a long drag of his cigarette to keep from seeming too over eager.

Harry took the cigarette from between Draco's fingers and wrapped his lips around it. And Draco was probably a little unhinged for finding it as incredibly hot as he did.

"How was your day?" he inquired lightly; it was always best to be polite, right?

Harry groaned and shook his head, "No rest for the weary."

"I believe the idiom is 'no rest for the wicked'."

"Is it, now?" Harry asked, grinning sharply as he dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and ground it out with his boot before turning and pressing Draco back against the wall. "I suppose I could try to fit that description instead."

He laughed, tucking a loose curl behind Harry's ear and grabbing his band t-shirt with the other hand to draw him closer and kiss him once, "I really don't think you can."

Harry nipped at his jaw, teeth stinging before he soothed it with his tongue.

"See?" he said, "Can't even bite me properly."

"Draco," he growled in warning.

"Teasing," he said quickly, even though they probably both knew it wasn't entirely true. He'd tried to provoke Harry into turning him a few weeks after they'd gotten reacquainted. Harry had called him out on trying to piss off his dad. He hadn't been entirely wrong but he hadn't been entirely right either. There was something hot about the idea of turning with Harry, of spending full moons together, running through forests.

He hadn't said that, of course, because Harry would think he'd lost the plot completely.

"Let's go inside," he murmured, teeth scraping over Draco's jaw and neck, making Draco shudder and press his body against him. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah."

"Long Island?"

He nodded, chasing Harry's lips for just a moment, Harry hummed and kissed him back, lips moving against Draco's, tongue brushing over Draco's lips as he sought entrance. And Draco didn't think he'd ever get over kissing Harry. Especially where other people could see them. It made his blood sing every time. His reputation was absolutely appalling and Harry kissing him in public always made him have the wild hope that Harry actually liked him.

When Draco pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Harry hummed, following him and kissing at his chin and jaw. “Find us a table to have our drinks at while I fetch them?”

“Fetch them,” he repeated with a laugh. “Just an overgrown dog.”

Harry shook his head but he was grinning like he couldn’t quite help himself. “You’re trouble.”

“You like it,” he teased, pressing his body against Harry’s even harder.

“Merlin help me, I do,” he groaned before pulling away and dragging Draco off the wall.

Once inside, Draco looked around and spotted an empty table off to the right and made his way over to it, casting a discreet (wandless) cleaning charm as he sat down. A few seconds later a thoroughly average looking bloke slid in across from him and gave him a grin, "'ello, luv," he said.

Draco gazed at him coolly, "I'm not interested."

"Aw, give us a try, first," he said, walking his fingers across the table toward Draco's hand.

He resisted the impulse to pull away and watched his progress. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

At that, he covered Draco's hand with his own, "Why's that?"

"I'm not interested," he repeated.

"Come on-"

"I think he politely asked you not to fucking touch him," a voice growled behind them.

A chill stole up his spine at the possessive tone of Harry's voice, Draco smirked as the man spun to see Harry standing behind him with their drinks in hand. The man paled as he took in Harry's form and the barely concealed rage.

Harry set the drinks down on the table, "Get out of here," he said, voice low and dangerous as he leaned toward the other man, his body imposing. "Do not come back. Do not inflict your presence on people who do not desire it."

"I was only-"

"Do not lie," he said, nostrils flaring and lip curling in a snarl. "You reek of ill intentions."

He didn't seem to want to stick around to hear more about what Harry had to say, so he turned and fled the table, moving toward the door.

Harry stood unnaturally still as he watched him, waiting until the door closed before he slid into the chair the man had vacated.

"My hero," Draco tittered, fluttering his eyelashes.

Harry huffed a laugh, shaking his head at Draco, "fuck off."

He grinned and sipped his drink, and they drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, Harry's foot slowly tracing its way up and down Draco's shin.

When he finished his drink, he held out a hand and Harry threw back his second double of whiskey (his tolerance had gotten significantly higher once he'd been turned) before taking it and allowing Draco to pull him out onto the dance floor. Draco turned in his arms and kissed him as Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in closer still, hips grinding slowly against Draco's.

He lost himself to the sway of Harry's hips, to the caress of his hands, the press of their bodies together. For his part, Harry seemed equally lost to the world, focused solely on Draco and their bodies. "Godric," he hummed, mouthing over the column of Draco's neck, "You're so-"

"Harry," he said, groaned really, as he tilted his head back and let the other man kiss and suck at his neck.

"-fucking gorgeous," Harry finished. "Want to get out of here?"

He nodded and Harry grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door, he slammed Draco against the wall in the alleyway and kissed him until all of the muggles had disappeared.

"Hold on," Harry murmured against Draco's lips, grinning sharply before disapparating them back to Harry's flat. And Draco lost himself in Harry a little more until the two of them were too tired to stay awake any longer.

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When Draco woke again, Harry wasn't in bed anymore and he must have been gone for a while, given that Draco was actually feeling kind of chilly. He stretched and let the last vestiges of his very hot dream about Harry fade away before climbing out of bed and pulling on one of Harry's flannel shirts.

He wandered toward the balcony and stepped through the door, Harry was staring out over the city, elbows leaning on the balcony railing.

"Hey," he said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Harry tensed for a minute before consciously relaxing, rubbing his thumb over Draco's forearm.

"I was having the best dream," he murmured into Harry's neck.

The other man huffed a soft chuckle, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Remember that night you took me to Paris?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, that must have been a good dream."

He tucked his smile against Harry's bare shoulder, "Yes. You really do have a skilled mouth."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Draco's head where it rested over his shoulder. "My mouth quite enjoys you." Harry went quiet again, mind drifting until it felt like he was miles away.

Draco swallowed and, not for the first time, wished that he could take some of Harry's burdens. Usually, he just ended up apparating away and leaving Harry to his thoughts, too uncertain about his place in the other man's life. "Do you ever dream of me?" he whispered before he could stop himself.

His breath caught and he froze for a minute, but before Draco could panic, he said, "Often."

Draco swallowed, too afraid to ask for more.

"Sometimes, in my dreams, they come after you," he said hoarsely.

And Draco wanted to ask who came after him, who was Harry protecting him from, even in his dreams.

"If you're not here when I wake up from those, it's-" he blew out a breath, shaking his head, "really hard not to apparate to your apartment to make sure you're still there."

"Harry-"

"Sometimes," he continued over Draco, "Sometimes you're doing something ridiculously hot. And I wake up hard as a fucking rock."

He nodded, inordinately pleased. "Good."

Harry chuckled, "Sometimes," he added, "we just go out and do normal things. Go out for coffee, walk in the park, you know," he said with a shrug. "Once, you walked with me on a beach."

"A beach?" he asked, wanting Harry to paint the picture.

Nodding, Harry said, "The sun was just coming up over the water, it turned everything pink and orange. You were fucking radiant. Your hair a mess, big smile on your face, shirt buttoned crooked but you looked like a dream," he said with a laugh. "Like I just wanted to bottle you up, the way you were glowing and free." His hand squeezed Draco's arm, "Merlin, it took everything in me not to just take you away to some deserted island the next day."

Draco didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell him that he would have let him. Didn't know how to say that he wanted that more than anything.

"Sometimes," Harry said slowly, like he was afraid of scaring Draco off, "you come to me in my dreams. You let me hold you and kiss you, let me make love to you. Slow and sweet." he murmured and Draco's heart felt like it had expanded until there wasn't any room left in his chest.

"You let me stare into your eyes until I'm lost in them," Harry continued, "until they're the only thing I can see. And all I can hear is the way you say my name. All I can feel is your body wrapped around me, drawing me in, holding me fast. All I can smell is your poncy cologne, and your aftershave, and your sweat. It makes me feel fucking feral," he said. "And I-" he dropped his head, suddenly breathing too hard.

Draco slipped a hand up his chest pressing it over his rib cage where he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Hey," he whispered. "It's okay," he breathed, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"The wolf takes over," Harry said then, voice devoid of all emotions. "And I bite you." He rested both hands on the railing again, leaning forward slightly like he was giving Draco permission to leave.

Draco pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped his arms a little tighter around him, silently promising, I'm not going anywhere. "Then what?" he prompted lightly.

"Then what?" Harry parroted mockingly under his breath like it was inconceivable. "I fucking like it, alright?" he managed, like it tore him up. "Biting you, right in that tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder; the spot that drives you absolutely fucking wild when I suck at it."

There was a rather large bruise there at the present moment to prove that, actually, Draco couldn't help but think. He did love that and he loved it even more when Harry scraped his teeth over that spot when they were nearing the end. It invariably sent him over the edge.

"I love it," he said, like a confession. "Feeling the way you writhe under me, your soft flesh under my sharp fucking teeth. It feels so good." he managed, like feeling good was something that caused him physical pain.

"Okay," he whispered, not quite sure how to sooth him in this.

"I'm fucking marking you," he finally spit. "I'm claiming you, mating is what my pack would call it."

And Draco couldn't breathe properly for a moment, "Oh," he managed faintly because never could he have imagined a confession of this magnitude.

"So there you go," Harry said, voice tight. "You're sleeping with a fucking monster. Which maybe you already knew but-"

"Harry," he interrupted, suddenly realizing the extent to which the other man was spiraling after telling Draco all of that. "Hey," he repeated, ducking under his arm and slipping around Harry's body until he was standing in front of him, back against the balcony, with Harry's arms bracketing him in. "Hey," he whispered again, stroking one hand into Harry's hair and cupping his jaw with the other.

The other man refused to look at him, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

"Look at me," he requested.

He shook his head and Draco watched a tear track down his cheek.

"You're not a monster."

A broken sob shook out of Harry's chest.

"Oh," he whispered, pulling his head down until it was tucked into Draco's neck. He realized belatedly that it was the exact spot that Harry'd just confessed to dreaming about moments before. "You're not a monster," he repeated.

"Draco," he groaned raggedly, "I could hurt you."

"You think that loving me could hurt me?" he asked. "Because that is all I hear when you talk about your dreams of me."

He pulled back, affronted, "Did you not hear the part where I literally went for your throat? With my teeth?"

"Did you not hear the part where you said that I was in ecstasy while you made love to me?" he asked. "While you bit me?"

"Draco, I-"

"Is that why you always get so bent out of shape when I tell you I want you to bite me?" he demanded. "Not because you don't want to spend your life tied to me, but because you do?"

Harry pulled away completely, turning away from Draco and heading back inside.

"Hey!" he said. "Harry, we are not done with this conversation."

"I am," Harry replied as he stepped inside and made his way to the sink.

He followed him in, shutting the door behind them and crossing his arms over his chest. "I want that too."

"No you don't," he replied without missing a beat.

"You don't get to speak for me," he said, balling his hands into fists. "You don't get to decide-"

"It would turn you!" he exploded. "Do you not get that? It would ruin your life. It would ruin your friendships, your opportunities for work in the wizarding world. It would ostracize you."

"Gee, I wonder what that must be like," he said, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, "You don't want this."

Draco looked at Harry for a long moment, took in his defensive posture, the pleading in his eyes, hands clenched into fists. "When you say that I don't want this, do you actually mean that I don't want you?"

His face crumpled and he turned away, "How could you?"

"You," he said, stepping lightly across the room and moving so that he could see Harry's face once more, "are not a monster," he repeated. "I am not afraid of you. Your love is not going to hurt me."

"It's not just love," he said, "It's ownership, that's the wolf's drive, the desire to possess, to claim, to own. It's-"

"It goes both ways, you know," Draco interrupted. "I love you too," he said, brave as he could possibly manage to be in the light of the gift of Harry's honesty. "And not only do I want you to claim me, to see me as yours," he said because honestly, that idea was hotter than anything and sounded so permanent that Draco's entire heart melted into a puddle in his chest at the thought. "But I also want to hold your heart. I want to call you mine, for everyone to know that you are mine," he cupped Harry's cheek, "It's not just you. You aren't alone. And," he continued, "I don't have a wolf to blame it on. Just my own instincts." Then he gave Harry a little smirk, "Not yet at least."

Harry stared at him for long moments, absorbing what Draco had just said, "I can't make that decision right now. I'm too emotionally compromised."

"I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now," he said calmly. "I'm not expecting you to drag me to bed and mark me," he added, shuddering a bit at the thought, "Although, I wouldn't say no if you did-"

"Draco-"

"The point," he continued, "is that all I want to do is make it clear to you that you are not alone."

He hummed and grasped the flaps of the flannel shirt Draco had borrowed, pulling him in closer, "not alone," he murmured softly.

"Not alone," Draco repeated, leaning up to steal a kiss. "Not anymore."

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helenazbmrskai · 2 years

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Show Must Go On – Coming Soon!

Pairing – Cougar! Yoongi x Fem! Reader x Lion! Jimin

Genre – Hybrid AU, Circus AU, Smut, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Romance

Summary – Getting a job offer immediately after getting out of college is every student's dream. You think so too at first but when you start working for a shady man and an even shadier circus as a hybrid medical examiner things are bound to go wrong. After the first glance at the condition of the hybrids, you should have just quit. Every normal person in your shoes would have done that but you must be crazy then. From the first day that you started working there, four eyes followed your every move. You’ve never seen so much hate in such beautiful eyes. Felt the need to save them but one must pay the price. The more you stay the more you get to know about the dirty secrets the circus’ four walls hold. No one gets out of the hatter’s iron clutches. Will you?

General Warnings – be aware that this fic will contain heavy topics such as abuse/mistreatment, injuries, blood mention, violence, hybrids are used in shows and as a circus attraction, hostile behaviour(s), caged hybrids, sexual content, abuse of power, bribery, prejudice, injustice, ownership of a full grown person (hybrids), mention of manipulation

Smut Warnings – threesome (mxm and fxm content), bite marks, possessive dirty talk, unprotected sex, double vaginal penetration, doggy style, scenting, anal sex (mxm), creampies, oral sex (both female and male receiving and giving), sloppy seconds, lots of cum, breast play, cum play, breeding kink, mutual size kink, vaginal fingering, anal fingering (male receiving), sex toys (dildo, vibrator), multiple orgasms, jimin has a tiny pain kink, big dick!yoongi and jimin, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, no sub or dom role they’re all equally bossy,

Word Count – (10k+); No specific release date! It is done when it’s done!

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Creepy. There’s no other word that would describe this place any better. The colours red and white take turns building the tent's colour scheme it looks just as massive from the outside as from the inside. The tour started from the main tent where the stage and the empty beer benches took up most of the space. A circus built in the middle of nowhere is a weird choice of location but seeing how the tents almost make a small village in size could kinda answer that unspoken question.

The circus is quiet without its spectators you could only faintly hear the men chatter behind the scenes while you follow the hatter to a smaller tent. On your way, you can tell that every building has a direct purpose. The big auditorium tent is closer to the road for easy people access while the living space for the working staff is further down next to the opening of the woods. Almost in the middle is the hybrid’s tent. The hatter called it a barn the word choice immediately made your eyebrows rise in surprise but didn’t say anything as he fidgeted for a moment with the insignia keys. The heavy lock fell to the ground stirring the dust.

A shiver runs down your body as you step inside, the temperature change is palpable. Cold and dark like a prison. The whole scene that unfolds before your very eyes after you get accustomed to the dim lighting is dehumanizing. Cages in crowded rows as far as your eyes can see. The heavy smell of iron hits your senses at first you think it’s iron from the cages but it’s not the usual kind, it’s the red kind.

Hybrids are curious creatures. It’s no doubt they could pick up the new scent in the room but they don’t even look up to see who it is. They avoid your eyes as you look around, except. Except for that glowing yellow one at the far back.

Your body moves on its own to get closer, you can’t see shit in this weak lighting. Your heartbeat spikes when the hatter grabs your forearm and your eyes immediately connect with his. His scarred face is blank for ten long seconds – no one speaks or moves, even the hybrids seem to hold their breaths as they wait for him to do something – before his whole demeanour changed and a smile appears.

”Be careful of those two. Very dangerous animals.” His tone tried to hit a certain octave of concern for your wellbeing but there was more to it. The underlying message that your head decoded as ’leave them be’. It’s clear that the hatter is not very fond of those hybrids placing them the farthest away from the light.

You decide it’s better not to stretch the subject so you just nod.

The circus owner places his hand on the small of your back with the intention to lead you out of the tent, opting it’s best if you comply you look away from the eyes but their heat creates a hole in the back of your head. His gaze disappears after the heavy doors are closed and chained again.

You’re relieved when duty comes in the form of a rich patron who wanted to get a word with your employer. No longer feeling this uneasy presence of his. For now. You meet a much more pleasant worker named Namjoon who is tasked to wrap up the tour for you and get you the supplies you’ll be working with and show you your cabin.

Professional is the first thing that you could match him with. Don’t get you wrong he has a friendly smile on his face but it feels staged in a way. Not even one of your coworkers seem to care that you were here no one approached you to talk or even get an introduction in between their breaks.

”Here’s your cabin key.” You have the small cabin numbered 21 the closest to the woods hidden behind other cabins. You’re happy to learn that Namjoon’s cabin is 20, yours is just behind his house. He’s the first person that doesn’t give you the creeps. What have you gotten yourself into? – your sigh says enough when you close the door behind your back. At least now you’re alone.

You get one step into your new home when the door opens and Namjoon’s figure appears. You just said goodbye what would he want? Your eyes narrow when he looks around before he closes the door as if he’s checking no one sees him here. Why would someone watch him? Why would it matter if someone sees him? The fact that these questions took root in your head. You feel like there’s something seriously wrong with this place.

”You need to quit this place is dangerous.” He’s not wasting much time getting to the point. You don’t even know what to say to that it’s so sudden. Namjoon’s face is so stern you liked his dimpled smile a lot better. Not to speak about that it sounded like an order, not a suggestion.

”Dangerous? What are you talking about?” You have so many questions. You grab Namjoon’s hand when he tries to leave. He turns back to squeeze in one last sentence before he turns the doorknob and leaves you alone with your questions.

”Don’t trust anyone. They’re lying.”

You let out a frustrated huff when the room gets quiet. What does that suppose to mean and who is lying? Everything is so confusing. From the moment you shook your employer's hand, the inner voice in your head screamed ��fuck this shit’ but you’re still here. You already signed your contract for a year to be this circus’ hybrid caretaker and medical examiner. The money seemed good but there are things worth more than money. To be fair you think any normal person with a functioning brain would call it quits by now. It might be all in your head but after hearing Namjoon warning you of this place the rational thing would be to just get the hell out of here and never look back. They might be harmless maybe this whole circus is full of weirdos but if you’re wrong you might lose more than what’s worth the risk.

Yeah. Any normal person. You must be crazy then because you don’t start writing your resignation letter, oh no. You look for the insignia key that Namjoon handed you before that weird conversation took place.

No one pays you attention but from the corner of your eyes, you can see them looking when they think you’re not. Yeah, creepy. No one is near the barn so you take this chance to get a better look at the hybrids. They might be friendlier now that the hatter is not with you. It’s clear as day that they’re afraid of him. Don’t want to think about why for now you’ll only take one step at a time. It’s your first day after all.

The door has this heavy creaking sound when you finally pry it open. Some of the hybrids look at you now that you’re alone but most of them continue to lower their heads sitting silently on the dirty floor. Those glowing yellow eyes return as well. This time the hatter is not here to stop you from getting a better look at him.

”Hello my name is Y/N. I’m the new caretaker.” Thinking it's a good start to introduce yourself you politely reach out for the bar to shake his hand this way you can show him that you think of him as equal. Not an animal like the hatter called him. Wrong move though. He probably thought that your intentions for reaching out are bad or you frightened him with your sudden movement you’re not sure but he scratches your arm the moment you get close enough. The moment you feel the pain you pull your hand closer to your chest and step back. Your warm blood oozes from the wound with five very defined nail marks starting from your wrist to your fingertips. Some of the hybrids whimper then they smell your blood others growl. Only one thing that you are sure of is the smell that reminds them of their traumas. You wouldn’t get past the hatter to punish them after a poor performance.

”I’m sorry it was not my intention to hurt you.” You grit your teeth to keep your reactions under control. It hurts like hell. Fuck. This is your luck. You don’t have enough experience with abused hybrids and it’s not like you can rehabilitate them when this is the place they continuosly get hurt. You should really pack your bags and leave. This is not what you agreed on. This is beyond your field of expertise.

The hybrids can smell your stress which makes them more agitated. You should control yourself more. You have the whole night to think about what to do. This is where you will leave it for now and instead focus on the hybrid in front of you.

He finally comes out from the shadows. Yellow eyes then a pretty face. The first thing you see is his black ears party hidden behind ebony hair. His longer hair even obscures his view. He’s in need of a nice haircut.

Your heart is breaking to see the dirt on him he must be injured too because one of his shoulders is stiff and his arm is hanging numbly to the side. You were so focused on him that you didn’t see another body hiding behind the cougar until you suddenly feel another set of eyes on you. The hybrid that scratched you tries to make himself seem bigger and more threatening. You can tell he tries to protect the other one.

”Y/N?” It’s surprising that the other hybrid decided to speak to you. You won’t miss your chance to finally get something out of them.

”Yes that’s my name.” Your smile seems to encourage him to get out from his hiding spot even when the cougar hybrid growls instead when you smile. One wrong move and he’ll try to get you again. You need to be careful. ”What’s yours?”

”Jimin.”

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Rainforests are absolutely incredible ecosystems, as they are packed to bursting with strange and beautiful species, but that benefit can get a bit frustrating sometimes. No denying that I love every trip I take to one of these habitats, as I always see something new, but the sheer amount of flora and fauna within them can be quite daunting. How do I pick what I am going to study? How do I keep myself focused on just a single species? And also, most importantly, how do I even find the thing I want to research?! Forests can make tracking difficult enough as it is, but a rainforest has so many layers and so much life high above in the branches that it feels almost impossible to enter one of these places with a single goal in mind. If I am visiting a rainforest, it is almost better to go in with an open agenda and just see what shows up during your research. Because if you go in with the idea that you just want to find and research a single species, then it is almost guaranteed that you will never find it. One reason for that is because the environment is huge and filled with trees, plants and mist. Another (and the big one I have a hard time with) is that a whole lot of life lives up in the trees where it is hard to reach. Perhaps for a gralatar or furceros this wouldn't be so hard, but a simple dryad like me cannot easily scale these massive trees and comfortably navigate the labyrinth of branches above. I have tried some expeditions up above, with the help of some local gralatars, but these didn't really work out that well (for me). I won't lie, I was kinda terrified the whole time. Walking and climbing across all those branches while also keeping an eye out for other creatures was nerve wracking. Eventually I just settled on a large stationary tree stand for me to hide in and look out from. Whatever came into view was good enough for me! So while I sat around tied to a tree with spider silk, I did get some good sightings of the arbocellus, who were much more in their element then me!

Since they climb high above in the rainforest canopy, most ground walkers see very little of the arbocellus. But what little they do glimpse is certainly enough to leave an impression! The flurry of tendrils as they grapple for a branch, and the piercing gaze of a single cyclopean eye. Another common name for them is the Jungle Eye, as they are described as tentacled eyeballs that hang above in the canopy. I can't imagine what it must have been like for the first person to encounter one. To look up into the trees one day and see a massive eye staring down at you! I bet they thought some tropical giant was spying on them or something! Even when we know the truth about them, the random encounters still throw you off guard. I remember during my watches when I caught a glimpse of one passing through the branches, and I must admit I had a momentary freakout! Even with the knowledge that it wasn't a real eye, I was still caught off guard!

Though stories give the idea of large eyes with tendrils haunting the canopy, it isn't fully the truth. It turns out, that the huge eyes they see aren't actually real eyes, they are just back patterns that look like them. The arbocellus is actually an echinoderm, more specifically related to sea stars and brittle stars. Their actual eyes are way smaller and are both found on the tips of their limbs and ringing the mouth in the center. The arbocellus possesses six flexible limbs to help it live up in the canopy. Four of these arms are long and thin, designed to reach for and wrap around branches as they climb and swing. The end segments of these tentacles have blunt spikes on them, which are meant to help secure its grip on wet branches. The other two are much shorter and bulkier, with their tube feet at the end modified to act more like graspers. These thick arms are for grabbing and holding, which is good for seizing food and carrying it along as they navigate the canopy. In the middle of it all is their mouth, ringed with sharp serrated teeth that can crack and cleave! Hidden within its gullet is a long "tongue," which unfurls to reach into its food and suck out the tasty bits! Though it acts like a tongue, the current belief is that it is some modified portion of their stomach, made long and tube-like to slip through shell and husk to feed. With long tentacles and a vicious looking maw like that, most people would be quick to assume that it is a nasty predator. Beware the vicious crawling eye, as it drops down upon its prey to crack open the skull and suck out your brains! Oh, the countless headless corpses left behind from such horrid beasts! Aw, I am just kidding! Arbocellus is mainly a fruit eater! Those grabbing arms pluck fruits from the branches and the powerful teeth gnaw through rind and shell. Once a hole is made, the tongue slithers in and releases digestive juices. The inner flesh breaks down into a soup, which is then slurped up by the tongue. It should be noted, though, that while the arbocellus primarily eats fruit, it does like to supplement its diet with some meat. However, the only ones who need to worry about them are egg-laying species, as that same feeding strategy works well against egg shells. Parents must keep a close watch over their nests, or else an arbocellus is sure to swing in and steal an egg or two. That is when those grabber arms shine, as they seize a stolen prize and cling to it desperately as the treestar flees the wrath of the parents. Thankfully, the arbocellus is able to withstand a great deal of punishment. Their skin is very tough and thick, making it hard to pierce and wound. Predators need a strong bite or really sharp claws to do any damage. With their arboreal nature, they prefer the flight method when faced with a threat, fleeing to the branches and losing their pursuer in the tangled canopy above. If cornered, those spiny tendrils can give a good lashing, and can also choke someone out if they get wrapped around a throat. Even if the predator can get a bite in, the arbocellus isn't too worried about losing a limb. In fact, they prefer that attackers just take an arm and leave them be, as their regenerative abilities allow them to easily grow back lost appendages! This leads to sightings of arbocellus with missing limbs or even stubby ones that haven' fully regrown. You will see that they get along just fine with an arm or two less! I feel like now would be a good time to mention the eye pattern on their back. Like I said, it isn't a real functioning eye, it just really looks like one. It is currently believed to be a false eye to startle attackers or make it difficult for predators to determine where to strike from. As far as we know, that is all that it does. It does not have any special powers or magical abilities tied to it. There is no curses created by it or evil eyes cast from its gaze. It just looks like an eye, that's it. Of course, you can probably tell that there is a whole lot of superstition around this species, what with the giant eye. Some folk believe them to be the watchers of the jungle, the all seeing eyes of the gods. Others claim that the gaze of these climbing eyes is evil and they place curses upon those they stare at. That is why some folk wear specific hats or headgear when they go into the rainforest, to protect them from the evil gaze of the arbocellus. As a result, the piercing eye of the arbocellus shows up a lot in paintings, carvings and decoration, with their role being good or evil depending on the culture. I have seen some warriors brandishing shields with the eye pattern painted upon them, meant to scare their foes in battle. In other places, I have seen the skinned husks of the arbocellus hanging above doors with spikes driven through the "eye." This is meant to blind the evil and keep those within safe from the cursed gaze. Piercing the eye is how one prevents a curse from being placed upon them if they catch an arbocellus staring at them, so this species winds up getting a lot of darts or spears in the back. Thankfully, their thick skin and regenerative abilities keep these wounds from being lethal, but you can easily see how this species has grown fearful of locals. I guess these attempts to ward off evil have somehow worked out, as the cursed gaze has fled higher up into the safety of the canopy. Now the people live happily without fear of evil eyes and the arbocellus lives happily without getting stabbed in the back a whole lot. Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian

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“Arbocellus”

With limbs like that, why not take to the trees?

#seastar #starfish #brittlestar #monster #creature #art #drawing #I wanted to call it a tree star!#curse you land before time!

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kanerallels · 6 months

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Trick or treat!

Hehehe so I'm gonna take you up on your offer to share more about those OCs I mentioned. Specifically the romantic couple (the best context I can offer you for now is that it's a marriage of convenience and I love them your honor)

“You want to know my middle name?” Kyle stared so blankly that Kate had to laugh at him.

“Hey, you’re the one who suggested getting to know each other,” she pointed out, leaning back against the couch cushions. “These are the important things in a relationship now, you know. First base is getting into a brawl at a crime scene, second base is marriage, and third base is finding out your middle name.”

He laughed, which she still wasn’t totally used to. “I’m almost positive that that’s not true, but okay. It’s Wilfred, but I’m pretty sure you heard it at the ceremony— what?”

Striving to hold back another laugh, Kate cleared her throat. “Nothing. Just, um. Wilfred?”

The expression on his face was so long suffering that she couldn’t prevent her laughter any longer as he said, “There is nothing wrong with the name Wilfred— why did I know this was going to be your reaction?”

Gasping for breath, Kate managed, “Because your middle name sounds like you’re a British archbishop.”

Kyle shook his head, the corners of his mouth curling up into a reluctant smile as he told her, “It’s really not that funny.”

“It really, really is,” Kate told him, grinning at him. He let out a half laugh, looking ruefully amused.

His gaze drifted past her, to the wide picture window behind them— and then his smile dropped away. Before Kate could even properly think to ask him what was wrong, he was moving towards her.

Crashing into her, he grabbed her and rolled them both off the couch. In the same moment, a gunshot rang out, and the window behind them shattered.

Kate hit the ground a heartbeat later, landing on her side with Kyle on top of her. He didn’t move, and she felt a spike of panic go through her. “Chambers?” He didn’t respond, and she swallowed down the fear creeping in her chest. “Kyle!”

“I’m okay,” he said, rolling off of her and landing next to her with a grunt. “Are you? And the baby—”

“Both fine,” Kate told him, praying with all her might that it was true. Nothing felt wrong, and she hoped she’d realize it if there was.

“Good,” Kyle said, his expression going from worried to serious in a heartbeat. “Stay there.”

Kate opened her mouth to argue, but he was already moving— or rather, army crawling across the living room. Reaching the coffee table, he slid under it. A few seconds later, he rolled back out, carrying a gun.

“Wha— how long has that been under there?” Kate demanded as he checked the magazine with an easy, practiced motion.

“The whole time,” he said. “I wanted to be prepared, in case of, well, this.”

As he locked it back into place, Kate caught sight of a dark stain on his arm— blood, she realized with a lurch. “You told me you were fine,” she said.

“What— I am, Kate. It just grazed me,” he assured her. “I’ll clean it later.”

Flipping onto his stomach, he crawled back over to her, and cautiously slid into a sitting position. “You stay down there.”

“I am not enjoying this,” Kate grumbled.

“I know. Pass me that pillow?”

Looking around, Kate spotted a cushion behind her. Grabbing it, she pushed it towards Kyle, who took it by the edge. “Time to see what we’re up against,” he muttered, and lobbed it into the air.

It hadn’t even reached the top of its arc when there were two sharp cracks, and the pillow exploded into a cloud of stuffing and bright fabric. Kate choked back a gasp of shock, and Kyle’s expression tightened slightly.

“We’ve got a professional out there,” he said, his tone even. “Don’t go near the windows.”

“Easier said than done,” Kate muttered, shocked by the steadiness of her own voice. Sarcasm helped, she supposed. “What are we going to do?”

Kyle didn’t answer right away, and Kate’s stomach tightened. Oh. So it’s that bad. Slowly, he said, “If the sniper out front is that good, there’s money involved. So if too much time passes without him being able to get to us, they’ll send a crew inside to get us. We can last a while against that.”

“But not long?” Kate persisted. She needed to know what they were looking at. The last thing she needed was Kyle going all chivalrous on her.

“Not long,” he said. “Hopefully long enough. I left my phone in my jacket— if we can get a hold of that, I can call work, and we’ll get backup headed our way. That’ll make our chances a lot better.”

“Okay,” Kate said, taking a deep breath. “Where’s your jacket?”

“Dining room.” Kyle frowned, and Kate could all but see him working through the variables. If he went and someone broke in, that would leave her defenseless. But if she went… there were far too many things that could go wrong. Things he couldn’t control.

But we don’t have time to spare worrying about that. “I’ll go,” she told him. “You can cover me. You’re the better shot anyways.”

“Kate—”

“Just shut up and cover me, Chambers.”

She could see he didn’t like it. But all he did was set his jaw, flip the safety off, and say, “Be careful.”

Kate didn’t dignify that with a response.

Crawling across a room while four months pregnant was fairly awkward, but she found her rhythm quickly enough. As a thief, making her way through uncomfortable situations like this one was her expertise. Most of the time, she wasn’t being shot at, though. Or pregnant.

That said, she usually didn’t have someone watching her back, either.

She’d made it halfway to the doorway leading into the dining room when she heard a creak. A familiar one, in fact. The kind that the hinges on the back door usually made.

Kate’s heart nearly stopped, and she looked at Kyle. Rolling towards it, he flipped the coffee table on its side, sending a few books and a (thankfully unlit) candle clattering to the ground. Shoving the table towards her, he mouthed, Stay down.

For once, Kate listened to him. Hiding behind the table, she watched the partially open door that the intruder would most likely come through, heart pounding so hard she felt like it would burst. Kyle didn’t move, his weapon leveled towards the doorway as footsteps echoed through the house, coming closer with every agonizing second.

And then they stopped short. Kate counted thirty heart wrenchingly breathless seconds before a familiar, accented voice came through the door.

“Chambers, I’d rather like to leave the building intact, if you don’t mind.”

Kyle blinked, looking startled. “Andersen? Don’t come in, there’s a—”

“Sniper, yes. I know.”

“How?”

Andersen’s voice was wryly amused as he said, “One of the few benefits of a corrupt police department is that you can pay them off, too. And it makes it easier to get access to their radios. Ivan was monitoring their channel, and he saw there was a call about a suspicious car in your neighborhood that wasn’t followed up on. I connected the dots quickly enough.”

“I’ve never been so grateful for a nosy government,” Kate muttered, and she heard the soft sound of Andersen’s laugh.

Kyle grinned, too, but it faded away a few seconds later. “Sir, if you’re here, does that mean that—”

“It’s not Alban,” Andersen said. “Nothing points to it being him. Which means that, unfortunately, it’s most likely one of your enemies, Chambers.”

“Don’t rule out my enemies so quickly,” Kate offered. “Plenty of people hate me.”

“Oh, we know,” Andersen said amusedly. “But not many would order a hit on you. Kyle, on the other hand—”

“I have plenty of people who would do that, if provoked,” Kyle finished. “Sir, we need a plan to get Kate out of here as fast as possible.”

“We have a plan,” Andersen assured him, “to get both of you out of here. You’ll go out the back door, staying low. There are less windows back here, and we cleared it to make sure no one’s waiting. I’ll remain here to make sure they don’t think you’ve left until you’re well clear.”

Kyle’s brows drew together into a deep frown. “With respect, I don’t like that idea, sir.”

“Nothing you haven’t done for me.”

“But sir—”

“No buts.” Andersen sounded stern, which wasn’t a tone Kate often associated with him. “You have bigger responsibilities than just your work now. And I’ll be just fine.”

Kyle wanted to argue— Kate could see it. But instead, he nodded. “Okay. Let’s do it.”

Without another word, the door swung a little farther open— just far enough that Kate could see Andersen waiting there. His eyes were alert and he held a weapon at the ready. “Kate, you first,” he said quietly. “Move as quickly as you can without drawing attention. Kyle, stay on her heels.”

While Kate generally preferred to ignore or at least bicker with authority figures, she could tell this wasn’t the time for it. So, keeping her mouth shut, she crawled over to the door, sliding through the half open gap without another word.

As she scrambled away from it, leaving Kyle room to follow, Andersen helped her to her feet. “There’s a car out back with an agent I trust driving it,” he told them. “Get straight in and tell him to go. Don’t stop for anything. When you’ve made it clear, message me and I’ll meet you back at the office.”

“Understood,” Kyle said as Kate moved to one of the nearest cupboards and pulled it open. Inside were stashed two backpacks— emergency bags in case of a situation exactly like this one. Whatever else she and Kyle might have disagreed on, they were both in favor of being prepared. Especially while being hunted by dangerous criminals.

Slinging hers over her shoulder, she passed Kyle his as he got to his feet. “Should we go back for your phone?” she asked, but he shook his head.

“I have a burner in here. And we don’t have time to waste.” He paused, glancing at Andersen. “Sir…”

“Stop looking at me as if you’ll never see me again,” Andersen said. “I told you, I’ll be there as soon as I can. I’ve no intention of letting a two-bit sniper be the one to do me in.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle only looked marginally reassured. But that didn’t stop him from taking Kate’s hand and leading her towards the back door.

She let him take the lead on the way out, checking to make sure there was no one waiting for them other than the gray car idling in the alleyway. He was better at it, and truth be told, she was in no position to fight off assailants— physically or mentally. As she slid into the back seat of the car, it was slowly starting to hit her what had just happened.

Kate barely heard Kyle talking to the agent in the front seat, or the sound of the car moving forward. We just almost died. She wasn’t exactly unfamiliar with the sensation. She’d risked her life more times than she could count. So why was it hitting so hard this time?

Maybe it was the fact that she’d nearly been shot, but Kyle had taken the bullet— again. Maybe it was the fact that Andersen had volunteered to stay behind and risk his life for the two of them, without prompting. Or maybe it was the fact that it hadn’t just been her who was at risk.

I could have lost the baby. A shudder of fear and panic went through her, and suddenly she couldn’t stop shaking.

“Kate?” Kyle’s concerned voice cut through the haze, and she managed to glance up to where he was frowning at her, with the little furrows between his eyebrows that meant he was worried, not upset. “Are you okay?”

Don’t lose it. Not here, not now. Kate opened her mouth to say she was fine, that nothing was wrong, to make some kind of sarcastic comment like she always did. Instead, to her horror and embarrassment, she burst into tears.

For a moment, it was just her sobbing and trying desperately not to look at him. And then Kyle put his arms around her in such an unpretentious and kind way that all Kate could really do was bury her face in his shirt and cry.

It should have been strange. It was Chambers, for crying out loud. But these days, that meant something very different than it used to. So she just cried into his shirt while he rubbed her back gently, not saying anything.

Finally— she wasn’t sure how long it was— her sobs dwindled to the last few tears, and Kate realized that she had more than a few reasons to be embarrassed. She’d cried all over Chambers with no explanation, and while he’d handled it well enough… I have two choices. Just never move again, or move right now and never make eye contact with him again.

Before she could decide which, Kyle spoke. “Feeling better?” he asked quietly.

“A bit,” Kate mumbled, not lifting her head. She thought avoiding eye contact might be her best move for now. “I— I’m sorry, I don’t know why— usually I’m fine. It wasn’t that big of a deal, I’m just—”

“Pregnant?” Kyle suggested with a hint of amusement that Kate did not appreciate. Pulling away from him, she opened her mouth to tell him exactly what she thought— and then saw the sympathy in his eyes outweighed the humor.

“You know most normal people would have freaked out even earlier than that,” he pointed out. “You’re allowed to be scared.”

“I’m not scared,” Kate snapped, knowing she sounded foolish, that he wouldn’t believe her. Because it was a lie, really. She just hated that it wasn’t.

Kyle didn’t respond right away, and for a moment the two of them sat in silence, Kate wiping away the last of her tears. As she took a deep breath, steadying herself a little, Kyle said, “When my mom had my half sisters, she cried almost every day. Over the littlest things. And she’s one of the strongest people I know.”

Shooting a glance at him, Kate saw him watching her steadily. “Crying doesn’t make you weak, any more than fear does.”

“I said I wasn’t afraid,” Kate insisted.

“I was.”

Kate stared at him, taken aback. “You— is this some kind of reverse psychology to convince me to admit I’m afraid?”

“It’s to show you there’s nothing wrong with being afraid when you’re being shot at,” Kyle said with a hint of exasperation. “Or any time, for that matter. It doesn’t make you a coward, or weak, or whatever it is you think it makes you. All it makes you is human.”

For a moment, Kate didn’t speak. Then, tentatively, she ventured, “You didn’t seem scared.”

“Because I’m used to being shot at,” Kyle said tiredly. “That’s part of life for me, and I’ve learned to shut down the panicked side of it and focus on the solution. But also… I’ve never been in that situation when I had to protect you, and…”

“Our baby,” Kate murmured. It felt strange to say it, but it was true. Mostly.

“Yeah. It terrified me. If Andersen hadn’t shown up, I… I’m not sure what I would have done. Everything I could have to get you out of there, I guess.”

His expression was somber, but filled with a steady resolve. Huh. Not what I expected. Though this man rarely was. Kate opened her mouth to respond, but the agent in the front seat spoke first.

“Agent Chambers? We’ve left the radius Agent Andersen dictated. You can message him at any time.”

Nodding his thanks, Kyle dug through his backpack until he found the burner phone. As he focused on keying in the message, Kate said quietly, “Thank you.”

He looked up briefly, surprise crossing his face as he said, “You’re welcome.”

#thanks for the ask!!#OH BOY THIS GOT LONG #halloween #trick or treat #kyvis #kate davis #kyle chambers #martin andersen #my ocs #LISTEN I'M SORRY ABOUT THE FIRST BASE JOKE I KNOW IT'S BAD IT MADE ME LAUGH AT THE TIME THOUGH AND I DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO CHANGE IT #(i low key stand by it though. don't judge me too hard)#writing stories is a kind of magic too

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I want to take a moment to talk (ramble) about venipede’s line cause it’s been on my mind lately. So pardon that this has absolutely no structure- I just love these guys and find them personally very fascinating-

To start, fun fact: venipede and it’s line are only native to two regions! Those being Unova (obviously) and the Isle of Armor off the coast of Galar. You can also find them in select locations in both Alola and Kalos, but (in a not so fun fact) they are considered invasive species. With Alola that “invasive” status is debatable but I’ll get to that in a minute.

With Kalos specifically you can find them on the grounds of the Parfum Palace built by Kalos’ old king. He imported various foreign pokemon to reside in his garden as a reflection of his wealth and status, but when the monarchy fell and the Palace became a national landmark, the damage had already been done and venipede had taken over the grounds. Thankfully they are contained to that area, which is protected property, but being territorial pokemon they end up being marked as a threat to people and pokemon who visit the grounds.

With Alola you have a more unique case. You see, venipede and their line were native to Alola as well. Several hundred years ago they were the apex predators of the Lush Jungle, but were later taken out by rising populations of Lurantis. Some decades ago there were attempts to reintroduce venipede to Alola with very little success. They can be found in small populations in isolated areas on Akala.

I actually originally started this post to talk about whirlepede and how most trainers aren’t equipped to raise this line with the middle stage as a prime reason why.

You see, Venipede are very territorial and often solitary pokemon when left to just be feral. But if you manage to show your chops and build up a relationship, they can become fiercely loyal companions and strong teammates. Scolipedes operate best as a perceived “leader” of a team, they’re hulking ‘mons and share a lot of traits with their first stage that are just dialed up to 11.

All this to say that whirlipede is an absolute curveball that most trainers are not equipped to handle. Venipede isn’t particularly quick, neither is Scolipede but they can gallop for short distances. Whirlipedes however become basically a tire of pure energy in the middle of a line most people assume to be build one the power of their strength.

Evolving from a form that couldn’t move very fast with very small legs, whirlipedes are capable of going over 60mph for extremely long distances. When Pandora first evolved he ran circles around me- often times not even realizing his own speed.

There are actually specific leash/harnesses for whirlipedes that allow them to basically be a gyroscope and let them spin in place while not running someone over. They require a lot of exercise and play- especially to express the freedom of movement that they’ve never had before.

I was better prepared for the transition because I was already at the ranger academy. I was outside a lot and had a lot of open spaces for Pandora to roll around in, and plenty of people to help him get rid of all his battle energy.

I hold venipede’s line close to my heart. They certainly aren’t the easiest to take care of and require a lot of diligence and a strong bond. They aren’t very common, mainly due to how limited their habitats are, and I think that’s why so many people have misconceptions about them.

Some other rapid fire facts-

- Whirlipede is actually considered a pupa stage! Much like cascoon/silcoon, kakuna, metapod, or even pupitar. They don’t have a mouth and run on energy purely from when they were a venipede. They can run off these stores for upwards to a year before they feel ready to evolve!

- Scolipede’s venom is secreted from the spikes on the end of its exoskeleton, antennae, and their beak. They can spit poison as well!

- And yeah, Scolipede’s have beaks much like inkay and malamar, or turtle pokemon like chewtle and drednaw! Their jaws and the subtle hook of their beak is meant to latch onto something and not let it go- and they have a bite force of about 1,000 pounds. Chances are that if they can fit it in their mouth, they can break it right in half

- They squeak. Not enough people know that besides hissing, these guys squeak like a door hinge that needs to be oiled. It’s adorable <3

#pokeblogging #pokemon irl #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokemon roleplay #pokeblog #crow.txt #pokemon rp #pkmn rp #ooc: a healthy dose of headcanons that have been bopping in my head for a bit #knocking this one right out of the drafts

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Chapter four >:) this is technically a two part chapter cause gay people lmao

It's also really fucking long 😅

Ashes to ashes

Kain was forced to write his apology letter to Michael. The previous day those two were left to their own devices and a fight had broken out, they both had gotten fairly injured and Kain had bitten Michaels shoulder… leading to future problems. By the end of their fight the two were encased in darkness thanks to Michaels powers, Kain was slightly burned due to forgetting his own control, yet he didn't feel the pain it brought, and Michaels uniform was fairly torn up. And before any more serious damage could happen the two were pulled apart. Michael being dragged back to the cathedral by Mary and Socks dragging Kain away back to the ship.

Michael was grounded for a lack of better words. No longer dressed in his robes, he was wearing slacks and a plain black shirt and priest collar. He was restrained to the Cathedrals grounds and had to clean its entirety, once it was all clean he would be allowed out in public again. Yet on top of having to clean the Cathedral and its grounds Michael had also received lashings from Keir, it was a usual occurrence whenever he broke a rule and very early on in his life he took on Mary's lashings as well, he was going to protect his sister at any given cost, even if it meant more pain for him, the veil was lifted quickly and he saw Keir and the church for who they were very quickly but he would never leave. Not without Mary, yey she was hopelessly devoted to her work, so Michael tried his best to follow her.

Kain had stumbled back onto the ship battered, bruised and bleeding. The worry spiked through the crew as they all saw him yet Kain simply brushed them aside and collapsed onto an empty chair. He gotten his rest and healed up just fine, yet when he was bullied into breakfast by Salvador, Socks bullied him into writing an apology letter, but Kain much to his prideful and illiterate self struggled and the apology turned more into a “sory I bited you but youe stil a dick an u started the fight cause u got mad by my existing” type of letter. Now with the letter in hand he headed off to give it to Michael, much to his displeasure as he ignored why his heart skipped a beat at the thought of seeing the annoying priest again.

As Kain made his way to the cathedral and knocked on the doors, Michael halted from the inside. There were no scheduled visitors for the day and for this specific cathedral no one often chose to go there to seek comfort, it was more out of the way then everything else. A few knocks later Michael opened the door, just to see Kain and to have a letter immediately shoved into his hands. The two stood in silence for a few moments as Michael read.

The cathedral itself was an old stone building, its doors were a dark oak mahogany, the floors a black marble. Organ music playing on a never ending loop, there were vines crawling up the sides of the walls and stained glass windows around every corner. The inside was bright and gave a comforting atmosphere, the shadows, the way they flickered out of tune with the candles, the way things seemed to be sharper if only glanced at from the corner of your eye gave way to darker things that happened.

It took a moment or two for Michael to decipher the writings of Kains handwriting, it was near illegible but he managed and then grinned wryly with a raised eyebrow as he tucked the letter away into his pocket. Kain looked pissed at that reaction and glared all the same.

“This is certainly an unexpected surprise, I wouldnt think you would step close to me- let alone a church, however I must say it certainly? Or read?”

Kains glare heightened and he scowled, his face flushing bright red at the implications, no matter how accurate they were. “I was bullied into this, dont think youre all that special! And- And yeah! Obviously I can! Everyone can read, Im not fuckin stupid, cause I’ll have you know Im smart as fuck!”

“My apologies, I did not mean any offence by the question… Yet there is no shame in not knowing, not truly everyone knows the language they speak… I-” Michael paused for a moment before begrudgingly he sighed and opened the door to the cathedral further to allow Kain access if he so chose to accept his offer. “I understand you have a dislike of the church yet, the church can help…- I could help you learn how to write if you'd like.”

Kain paused, staring silently at Michael for what seemed like an eternity before eventually replying. “And you wouldn't tell anybody?”

“Of course not, if not anything else I am certainly a man of my word, of my promises.”

Kain scrunched his nose in response but sighed none the less before pointing a finger towards Michael and poking him in the chest. “Fine, I'll take the writing lessons… but if I find out you breathed a word of this to anyone I will skin you and turn you into a leather coat, got it?”

Michael waved his hand dismissively at the threat and rolled his eyes as he led Kain into the cathedral. “Yes, yes I do understand how interactions with you work, I've had enough of them at this point… However, leather of all things? That would simply be a waste, I have fur.”

Kain grinned and laughed as he followed Michael inside, his eyes roaming over the interior. Much to his annoyance it was a beautiful space, not as bloody or in ruin as most of the churches he’d been in. "That's the point, no dignity in death and all that yeah?"

Michael gave Kain a flat, unamused look before a hint of a smirk found its way towards his face as he led the way to an empty table to begin the work and lesson. “Hmm... Well writing lessons yes? What do you know that will help with the basics?”

"Uhhhhh I kinda know how to sound things out I guess? And I can rember most of the letters off the top of my head s'just hard to put them togther on the paper and make em look nice.....and I know how ta read most of the smaller words and the commen words i guess”

Kain paused for a moment before he continued speaking, “this church, it isn't as bloody as the ones im used to seeing an’ bein in”

He nods along as Kain speaks about what he knows how to write while leading him to a small alcove with a writing desk with cushioned benches, he seemed to glance over the fact that Kain was used to bloody churches. “Yes, the cathedral is typically kept in top shape... The high priest likes his rules... Except for when I walked in earlier the other today, I believe that was the most... messy it had been in here for quite some time.”

"Ah fair, yeah no the place I used to uh .....attend, was a lot less caring about keeping up appearances"

“Yes well... appearances tend to mean a lot to those that reside here, I have never quite understood the extent they take it.”

" Yeah.. I guess the place I grew up didn't get many visitors who didn't already live there so there was no need to impress anyone, plus most of the sermons tended to be bloody so there was no real point in cleaning the blood anyway”

Michael paused for a moment as he was taking out parchment and the ink to write with it, at that comment he was finally get curious about why blood ket being mentioned and simply stared at Kain for a few moments “What- And excuse me for being so blunt yet, what type of sermons were you attending? Even while the old ones can be a bit... unorthodox at times there's never been blood shed in a church over those preachings.”

“Not ones I participated in willingly let me tell you that!" Kain laughed before stopping and his face went serious "But uh.... ever uh..... ever heard of the blood god?" He sighed and looked away from Michael. "They're a uh......a....um....roge.....god.....”

“Then blood certainly would make sense... They're a bit demanding from the little I know of them, they're not talked much about per the high priest's request however and I've... Well, I've been here for the majority of my life. Never really allowed to explore life outside the cathedral.”

Kain seemed surprised at Michael's reaction. "You're not wigged out by that? That I have attended a church of the blood God?" He tilted his head kind of like a bird "like that doesn't scare you?"

Michael half shrugged and continued to pull out parchment and writing utensils, placing some in front of Kain “When your childhood is as... complicated as mine was, you tend to simply try to accept the things you're told and continue on... While it may be... off putting there's no use to dwell on it if it can no longer affect our surroundings.”

Kain looked at him surprised as he picked up a quill to begin to write. "Huh… most people lose their shit and call a shit ton of nasty things"

He shrugged and looked down at the parchment and then at Kain for a moment “The old ones teach to be understanding of all, no one has a... clean past to say the least... Now let's start with the alphabet, the letters just by themselves, once you know those the rest will be easy.” Michael wrote down a clean and easy to read copy for Kain to follow, his penmanship was almost cursive like in its swirls.

Kain tried his damndest to copy them as best he could, becoming so intent in his mission that he ended up with his face inches from the page, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his tongue sticking out of his mouth. When he was done he pulled away from the page with a "ta-da!"

Michael nodded slightly as Kain finished writing and then looked over his work. “It works, and turns out better if you stay a decent way away, you want to be able to see what you're trying to write... And slow strokes, you're too jagged- never rush your words.... But a decent first try.”

Kains face turned a slight shade of red as Michael spoke, "uh- thanks..." he paused before adding "uh fuck you everything I do is awsome" which felt very much like an after thought.

"So uh like this?" He tried again slower but Mchael could see him struggling a little and if he looked closely he could see the scars and newer burn marks the covered Kains hand as he held the quill and attempted to write a smoother line of words.

He watched Kain write for a bit longer, rolling his eyes slightly at his comment before eventually sighing and pulled out a new piece of parchment and placed his hand over Kains to guide him through the writing exercises. “We don't use such language here, this is a place of worship and respect... And closer, but feel the moments of how each is written... Then try again on your own.”

Kain tried once more doing much better this time, while trying to ignore the feeling og Michales hand on his own as his face turns a darker shade of red untill his hand seeming violently cramps "Ah fuck!" he muttered under his breath in pain before looking at Michael rememering he had asked him not to swear, "ah shit sorry...oh wait fuck- Shit uh....I'm gonna shut up now"

Michael laughed softly at Kains embarrassment over his swearing but looked over his writing and nodded approvingly. “You're doing better, it simply takes practice and... a dedication of sorts.”

Kain nodded gently rubbing his palm, "I'm more used to messing around with mechanics then a pen and paper if I'm being honest "

“Yes, well... When stuck here in these walls for years until I was deemed... acceptable to leave, I had to find ways to entertain myself, which was with writing, with words…” A far away look filled his eyes for a moment before he shook his head. “My mother used to like to tinker with machines.”

"My mother liked to drink," he burst out because he has the social skills and grace of a sharp rock, he wasn't used to having to hold his tongue and more often than not said the first thing that came to his mind.

Michael turned his attention back towards Kain and there was a spark of laughter in his eyes, yet he still spoke seriously. “As most of the world does, yes, it's a... common over indulgence.”

"eh" he shrugged, "it's not healthy but uh, it's called an addiction for a reason" he laughed at his own dark joke.

He eyed Kain for a moment and then shook his head and gently patted Kain on the head before cleaning up the table, giving Kain a few blank papers and an extra quill and bottle of ink. “Indeed... And just in case you care to keep practising on your own.”

"Oh.. Uh thanks...I uh....I think I will practise," he nodded more to himself than to Michael.

Michael nodded as Kain accepted the papers and smiled softly. “Great... I understand it's not a skill you care for but it's helpful.”

Kain stand stood up once Michael was done cleaning up and grinned cheekily " I'll see you ‘round then pretty boy?"

A slight smile found its way to Michael's face, and so it a soft red hue as he nodded and led Kain back towards the doors of the cathedral. “Perhaps, only time will time.”

#angst #dnd #oc story #ocs #short story #fluff #gay #a sinners salvation

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AU where Ikora just adopts the worm familiar

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This is literally my pook pook kitten princess that I love a lot and I will fist fight Aechmea for her hand in marriage. I will plan out a many year long terrible action to frame shitmea and convince Cairn to divorce him. I will frame that motherfucker for multiple accounts of arson and the evidence will be so clear and overwhelming that he will be unable to deny it himself and will become so delusional that he thinks at some point he developed amnesia and forgot he committed heinous crimes and admit to more. That goosebellied, scobberlotcher, fopdoodle, pillock, zounderkite, pedophilic incel will feel my wrath and the wrath of a thousand and more burning suns.

I will wrap my anger filled clenched fist around his disgusting locks and drag him across the areas of shattered gems in the hopes that his skin will be scratched and eroded, torn away by the sharp remains of his actions and sins. I will grab Cairngorm like the sweet princess they are and allow them to relax on the softest sofa with only the most delectable of foods, I will shower them with the affection they deserve and speak to them to help them figure out who they are and want to be, I will reassure them that they needn’t to fill a specific role for me and I wouldn’t mind if they didn’t love me because I wish only for their free will and genuine happiness.

I will grab a shrapnel of the remains of phos’s broken head and I will carve into Aechmeas skin, I will dig deep and watch the color of his blood gush out as he screams and cries in pain, I will collect it in a jar and drink some before shoving it down his idiotic, manipulative throat. I will claw my way into that saddle-goose’s stomach, I will grab and tear out his organs and remind him that he can never properly pay for the heinous sins he had committed. He WILL feel my animalistic rage as I extinguish the flames of his soul and take his life, only to allow him to breath once more, only to allow him to run for his life with the hope of no longer feelings pain, despite the fact his guts are still spilling out. That impish cretin will sit upon a pine tree and pray for his own survival and safety, however in the shadow I will lurk, a vicious predator waiting to strike (not as predatory as him) I will watch him and make my gaze seen, my gaze which speaks unspoken words “you will suffer, you will feel pain” he will never feel safe, he shall run for the ends of the universe to escape me, however for me it is simply a hunting game. I will find him, when he can no longer walk, his feet burning and mangled from the sharp ground of where we both walk on the same plain, the same plain of which he had harmed the lustrous and committed his evil acts. He will shudder and flinch in agony and pure despair and fear as I inch closer to him, back him to a wall, as he recollects everything he had done and pleads for his life, for it to not hurt at the very least.

But I refuse to listen to such a vile being.

I will simply grasp and claw at his body, mangling it until he is finally dead, by technicality, however I shall allow him to still be aware and constantly in pain to his exposed organs and muscles. I will go back to the pine tree where he sat, I will bring his collected organs and I will spread them gently across the tree, with his head as the star, I will stuff LED lights inside each organ so that it may glow red, like the fiery pits of hell he will one day rest in. I will bring Cairngorm and the other gems, have them dressed in the comfiest of outs fits and sing Feliz Navidad as we hold hand and dance in a circle around the tree crying out in joy for our liberation, I will embrace Cairngorm, finally free form the evil lunarian man who had deceived them and the others so.

and then there will be peace and a merry Christmas as we listen to Mariah Carrey and drink eggnog spiked with the dead man’s blood, with candy canes ofc!! 🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞

#Aechmea deserves death and pain #land of the lustrous #cairngorm #cairngorm is rightfully mine I would treat them better #Aechmea should be launched into space at full speed forced into the endless and infinitely expanding abyss #I want to cause serious damage to that guy #I will chuck him into the sun and watch his skin burn away agonizingly #me x cairngorm canon real #merry christmas #and a happy new year of freedom and joy #🥹

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