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Mat choking the shit out of that guy😂😂
@ithinkimokeei missing our kinky boy🐱
#matbarzal#mat barzal#isles lb#mathew barzal#you’re so extra#choking and then leaving the fight like fairy#mat: nothing happened here im leaving🧚♂️
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Technically, they weren’t supposed to be in each other's cabins.
But after fighting in two wars in the last two years, Chiron had decided to let some things slide. And so the Poseidon cabin became the go-to meeting place for the older campers: mostly the seven and company.
As a result, the cabin had slowly begun accumulating various comfort items and was morphing into a strange college dorm room-thrift shop hybrid. There was an old, peeling leather couch Jason and Leo had dragged out of the big house a few weeks ago, surrounded by random folding chairs and an assortment of beanbags Nico had totally not shadow traveled in from an ikea in the city. There were two and a half mini fridges (two working, one broken), a strange assortment of video game consoles the stoll brothers had provided and quite a few puzzles.
Since he and Nico had started dating, Will found himself hanging out in Percy’s makeshift common room more and more. That evening, he had just finished a sing-along session with his siblings at the campfire and was making his way across camp to the cabins. The warm summer air was filled with the smells of campfire smoke and sea salt drifting from the shore. A calm smile on his face, Will strolled up to cabin three with an extra s’more in his hand.
The interior was lit up with fairy lights and a blue lamp in the corner: cozy and inviting. Leo and Piper sat in some beanbags, playing some sort of card game. Jason and Percy lounged on the couch, throwing blue jelly beans into each other’s mouths (or at least tried to) while they yelled at the video game on the large tv screen that sat on the floor, leaning against the far wall because someone had forgotten to steal a stand. Nico perched on the edge of a crusty armchair, a controller in his hands and gaze focused on the screen before him.
Will stepped through the door with a soft wave, which Annabeth returned with one hand from where she was braiding back Nico’s hair as he played. Jason popped a jelly bean in his mouth as Will sat down at Nico’s side. “Holy shit. Nico, you’re sub 6 minutes and you’re already at Lernie? What even is this build?”
Nico smirked, not taking his eyes off the game, but leaning into his boyfriend as a hand carded around his waist. “I told you Grace, Beo is bugged on mirage shot. It’s totally OP.”
Percy tried to catch the blue projectile Jason tossed at him, almost falling off the couch in the process. “Yeah but even with the bug I’ve never been able to make use of hunter’s mark like this before. How are you even doing that?”
Nico shrugged, the silver chains that dangled from his ears glinted in the moonlight. “Practice.” He replied, taking down a hydra head in one blow.
Will took a bite of his s’more and squinted at the screen. “What even is this?”
“Hades.” All three boys replied, and Annabeth snorted. “It’s a Greek mythology game.” She supplied with a roll of her eyes. “Nico’s the main character.”
“I am not the main character.” Nico retorted, eyes never leaving the screen. He mumbled under his breath as the screen shifted, “fuck stupid room 34 witches. Dammit.”
Percy tilted his head in thought. “Actually Nico, you kinda are. I mean Zag is the son of Hades, his main weapon is a sword, you both look like you belong in a hot topic ad–”
“Fuck you, Jackson.”
“I said what I said– oh shit smoldering air? No way!”
Jason almost choked on his food. “Dude you’re gonna go sub ten at this rate.”
Will glanced at Annabeth. “Do they always sound like they’re speaking ancient greek when they play this game?”
Annabeth pulled the hair tie around her wrist off with her teeth. “Yup. Hate to break it to you, your boyfriend’s a nerd.”
Nico scowled. “Am not.”
Will pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Oh you totally are.”
“Listen Solace– HA! 9:58!” Nico jumped up and tossed the controller on the floor in victory, flicking off the animated Hades he had just defeated. “Get fucked, dad.”
Will watched him fondly. “Of course you would be good at the greek mythology video game where you get to kill your father.”
Nico dropped back down on the chair and slipped into Will’s side, taking the s’more his boyfriend offered him with a grin. “I’m nothing if not on brand.”
#pjo hoo toa#pjo#nico di angelo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#jason grace#piper mclean#leo valdez#will solace#solangelo
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this is ridiculously late but belated happy birthday, mackie! (@stevethehairington) everything you do is golden and being able to call you a friend is an honor. here’s some cheesy fluff for my friend. ily. 💛
“Where’s this one from?” Featherlight warmth spreads through Steve’s core. Eddie’s finger touches his taut skin, a memory weaved in between blood and skin.
Steve presses against the touch, “That one is from when Billy Hargrove broke a plate in my head.”
Eddie’s mouth gapes open, blinking at him in disbelief, “What now?”
Steve laughs, pressing his head at the blade of Eddie’s shoulders. He basks at the heat, like a kid in a summer field, remnants of passion and magic still in the air.
“Have I never told you that story?” Steve says, muffled as he presses kisses into Eddie’s shoulders, skin and scars making up his person.
“No?!” Eddie yelps, pushing him away gently, his face slacked with confusion and concern, “Does this look like the reaction of someone who knew that Billy fucking Hargrove broke a plate on your head?”
Steve smiles, pressing his thumb against Eddie’s forehead and smoothing the furrow away, “Well, I told you that story, right? Our second time with the Upside Down. It was around that time, when Billy attacked Lucas and we got into a fight.”
“Oh.” Eddie sighs, “I really don’t want to speak ill of the dead. But— Billy.” Eddie makes a face of disgust and cringe, that makes Steve laugh.
“Let me do one.” Steve urges on, making Eddie smile and nod.
There is something so magical with the way Eddie maps out Steve. Some nights, they stay up way past making love to learn every bit of skin. Steve never understood why, no one really stayed long enough to learn the stories burrowed in his skin.
Eddie says— like a person from an actual fucking fairy tale— that Steve is a map, a map of constellations and stories, all formed from years of journey and life. If anything, Eddie says, he’s very happy that he’s the first one to do it, to discover it, to write stories about it. Steve isn’t the best explorer, but he does his best to do the same for Eddie.
Steve lets his finger dance on skin, weaving through stories he hasn’t learned yet. He wishes— hopes— that his touch is just as gentle and as warm as Eddie’s and that it brings him the same comfort his touch does for Steve.
Steve pauses on a scar too small under his jaw, barely visible now that it’s been swallowed whole by bursts of scars from where the bats gnawed at him.
“How about this one?”
Eddie smiles, brown eyes lighting up with recognition, “Oh. You found that one, huh?” Steve hums.
“Well, that one I got from dancing on stairs. I was holding a fire truck, and I slipped and fell down the stairs. My mom said I was very smart and I was trying to brace for my fall, but the fire truck got me instead.”
Steve caresses the scar, like it’s still healing and bleeding in his hands, like the same way he did some months ago, when he found Eddie bleeding to his— almost— death.
“Did you need stitches?” Steve whispers, scared that it might’ve hurt for a younger version of his Eddie.
Eddie chuckles, smoothing over his hair and leaving a kiss on his crown, kissing away the worries, “Nope. Just bled a lot, but it did stop. Left a scar though. Had so much worse since then.”
Steve nods, pursing his lips into a smile, as his hands explore against bursts of red painted on Eddie’s skin. It’s the biggest most prominent scar, the ones they’ve barely talked about since they started exploring.
“Well, that one, I am not ready to talk about yet,” Eddie says, his hands shaking as it makes contact with Steve’s scar, directly mirroring his scar, “But one thing is for sure, it’s pretty fucking metal that we have matching scars.”
Steve chokes out a laugh, batting his hands away, “One day, when you’re ready to talk about it, it’ll be a story of survival and bravery.”
Eddie doesn’t speak, but he does pull him closer, forehead against Steve’s. That’s okay, if Eddie doesn’t believe it right now. He will, someday. Because that’s what healing is, bleeding and healing and living to tell the story.
It’s okay, because Steve will be there, until stories wrinkle and fold. To explore every scar and bump and listen to his stories as Eddie writes stories about bright stars engraved on his skin.
For now, he finds another one.
Steve smiles and says, “How about this one?”
#i dont know if this made any sense#they make me want to be cheesy#happy birthday mack!!!#two weeks too late now i think LMAO#but i love you and i hope you love this.#steddie#steve harrington x eddie munson#dae writes#daeheadcanons#steddie headcanon#steddie hc#steddie ficlet#steve x eddie
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He Who Comes From Under The Water
Chapter 1 - The Promised Bride
Monster!König X she/her afab Reader
CN sexism & patriarchy, mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, accidental attempted drowning, arranged marriage, choking on water, mention of a human bodies decomposition
eventual smut.
Beta-read by @sandinthemachine and @queenquazar. Thank you both so much for supporting me with obsessing over fairy tales.
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“So, you are a king without a queen?” The old man asked while throwing his rod back into the water. “I suppose you require a queen then, eh?”
The king, considering the old fisherman’s words, slowly nodded. “I suppose I do. But where does one get such a fine lady?”
The water below the wooden landing was dark and dirty. Frogs croaked and fireflies danced over the green sludge and water lilies, lively and playful like the flecks of sunlight that reached the surface through the thick forest trees. A pretty scene on any other day.
Not this one.
Your tears had long stopped flowing into the water of the deep pond. Now, you sat there, your hand tangled in the water and your thoughts lost, dark and deep like the water below you.
A few days ago, your grandfather died. A kind old man who had spent the last years of his life close to the warm oven in winter and fishing in the pond in the summertime.
You remembered bedtime stories as a child with sweets sneaked into your hands. You remembered kind eyes who watched out for you as you grew from child to maiden. You remembered worry in those same eyes when your father died in the forest chopping wood, when your brothers perished in a tavern fire, your uncle and your mother succumbing to sickness, and - finally - your cousin breaking his neck after climbing a tree.
Yes, there was a lot of pain in your grandfathers’ eyes. But even more to worry.
The old man had been your last living relative, and most importantly your last male relative.
And now you as an unmarried village girl from a clearly cursed family, had no one who could inherit your family’s house and support you.
It was only time until the village would shun you and chase you away to get rid of all the bad around you.
That is if you were lucky.
You could try to make it into the city where you would live for a while as a beggar or, if you were hungry and deemed pretty enough, work as a whore.
In his last days, your grandfather tried to arrange for a husband, but no one wanted a cursed girl, and so his last words to you were to visit his favorite fishing spot.
You sighed.
Now, you sat on the same spot where your grandfather had sat, catching fish, and gazing over the water.
Maybe that’s what he had meant, you mused. It would be easier to end it all here and jump into the pond only to never return to the surface, drowning your sorrows and yourself with your grandfathers’ blessings. At least you would choose your fate with your chin proudly raised and your dignity untouched, floating into the abyss in your best billowing skirts from the funeral and no more tears left to cry.
As much as that was possible considering your situation.
“It’s a good place to leave this world,” you spoke out loud to taste how it felt on your tongue. It resonated, with the forest, the pond, with you.
“Indeed, it is.”
You twitched in surprise, heart jumping into your throat.
“Who is this?” you called over the water, glancing around for whoever lurked within the trees, hiding between the ferns.
A hand, big and wet, snatched yours from the water and pulled you in with one strong tug.
You wailed in surprise before crashing into the pond and swallowing the muddy green water, gurgling and gasping for air. Something seized you – strong and solid. Instinctually you kicked and punched it.
Was this it?
NO!
Fighting for your life you thrashed around, struggling and trying to free yourself to get back up to the surface. But whoever had you in a hold only dragged you down, carrying you further into the dark.
Your panicked eyes widened, trying to see who attacked you, trying to see anything.
It was dark. Only the dark, green water around you.
No, no, no, no!
Your lungs heaved for air as your heart drummed painfully in your hurting chest.
A second hand twisted around your throat and over your face. Instinctually, you opened your mouth and bit down.
The hands jolted back with a howl reverberating in the water, releasing you from the deadly weight dragging you down. Hungry for air and with burning lungs you swam up with frenzied strokes, pushing through the surface. Gasping and coughing you breathed, feeding your body with much needed air.
Quickly, you glanced around. No one there. Was this someone from the village trying to get rid of you? Did you manage to drag your attacker down with you? Or was it an animal in the water?
Before you could move, something grabbed you again and lifted you a good length out above the water.
You screamed and kicked again only to have your legs and hands fixated in an iron grip.
“Hold still!” A voice commanded you, foreign and vibrating close. You struggled on, thrashing your body against the solid form behind your back, unwilling to take any chances and die here without a fight.
“I said, hold still!” the grip around your limbs tightened, forcing you into stillness. “There, finally.”
Slowly, you turned your head. You were caught in the grip of a dark, green form, pressed against what must be its chest and stared at by sharp, watery eyes from a nearly obscured face from tangled wet hair and a beard.
Who is this? You thought to yourself, still heaving for air.
“Why are you fighting me?” the strange being said, “I’m here to take you in as my bride. Just like I have promised.”
You coughed again, a bit of swamp water and spit running down your chin, splashing onto the being’s arm.
“What?” you cried and with your head still spinning.
“What what?” The large figure snapped back, “The old man asked me to take you as my wife, yet you bite me? Is that how you want to treat your future husband? Do you want me to let you go? I have no need for an unwilling bride.”
You blinked, your body slowing down and your mind starting to think clearly again.
“You nearly drowned me. Let me go!” you cried out as much as your abused lungs allowed.
The figure blinked and instantly dropped you.
With a loud splash you crashed back into the water.
Your body seized and your mind raced, struggling to comprehend and move your body up.
You made a few weak swimming strokes, but it wasn’t enough to move your still tired and abused body up. Water started filling your lungs again and you were about to dr-
Something grabbed you and lifted you. Again.
“Woman!” the strange being cried out in annoyance, “What are you doing?”
You coughed, swamp water from your hair dripping over your face, disorienting you further as you gasped for air.
“Wait, maiden, do you need to breathe?” the strange creature asked, “Make up your mind! I was just trying to take you home, but you don’t want that. So I did like you asked but then you started sinking like a stone back into my waters again, heaving for air!”
You shivered, “Of course I need to breathe! All humans need air, idiot! What kind of question is that?!”
The creature groaned and grumbled, “The old man forgot to mention you are a human. I thought you might be a nymph or a bigger frog lady. Well, that’s just bad luck.”
You snorted, “Oh, I am sorry that me needing air is inconvenient for you! I nearly died down there in those muddy waters!”
“Hey, those are mighty fine waters of mine, thank you very much. Besides, the second time was not my fault.”
“Your waters?” you managed.
“Who else’s waters?” the figure deadpanned as you’d asked the most obvious question, swayed, and started moving towards the landing before carefully putting you onto the planks instead of holding you like a cat holds its naughty young, “Stay. Let me take a better look at you.”
You huffed and collapsed onto the planks out of the wet arms. It wasn’t like you could run anyway with your body still shaky and weak from the near drownings. Instead, you lifted your head for a better look at the stranger as they studied you.
The strange being from the waters was built like a man, but huge and larger than the tallest man you had ever seen. And it had the face close to a man too under all that unkempt hair and beard. But its facial features were fine, much too fine for any man who could lurk in the waters, and slightly too angular and with eyes a bit too lively and sharp to belong to a human as they studied you.
“Pretty girl.” the man from the water finally grumbled, “A bit unruly but pretty. At least that the old man did not lie about it.”
You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Thank you?”
The man shrugged, “Sorry for trying to drown you, apparently, I misunderstood your fragile physique.”
Fragile physique. He made it sound like an insult.
You took one final breath and summoned your strength to sit up to be on the same eye level as the large man from the water.
“Who are you?” you asked while trying to sort your wet skirts.
He snorted and waved slightly.
“I am König – king of all under the waters. Naturally. And you are the bride I was promised by the old fisherman a couple of days ago.”
Your eyes widened in surprise, “Do you mean my grandfather? He used to fish here.”
The man shrugged, causing little waves around his shoulders where he emerged from the pond, “Most humans all look and smell the same to me, honestly. He was old for a human, liked to share stories, and left me a bit of tobacco as offerings sometimes. Smelled of smoked fish.”
Memories of your grandfather flashed before your eyes where he sat on the bench in front of the house, smoking his pipe in the late hours of the day, watching the sun go down.
Your mouth went dry.
Had he? Did he really?
Did he, in all his misery and worry, promised your hand to a strange man from the pond – a huge and wet and cold and clearly dangerous monster.
You went stiff from the overwhelming thought of being given away like that to a stranger - to a monster.
“Well, you are a human but I’m not in the habit of breaking promises and I'm sure you would make a good enough queen,” König continued, “Unless you object of course. There is little as unhonourable as having an unwilling bride, not even the slimiest toad approves of that.”
König babbled on about waters and ponds and marriage but your head was spinning. Your grandfather arranged for you to marry an algae cover man from the pond who's idea of home nearly killed you. The painful absurdity of it made you consider jumping right back into the water.
The cold, dark and green water.
The buzzing of the summer insects and splashing of the little waves drowned everything else out, turning louder and louder and louder and-
“Maid?”
His hand touched your arm, slowly shaking you.
You jolted up only to fall back.
“Yes?” you managed while leaning back, away from the large, clawed hand.
König’s watery eyes shifted around you as if searching for the right words.
“Listen, I don’t know too much about you humans, “ König started, “but you look cold and miserable. Maybe let’s worry about that first and talk about our wedding later.”
You blinked as the realization in all its form settled in.
Marrying him?
He would drown you in this pond, your flesh rotting and being picked by the fishes until nothing but a pile of bones were left.
Your bones, your lovely bones.
No! You had felt your life slip out of your fingers, the precious air bubbles escaping your lungs bare moments ago. Your cold hands wandered around your pained body intuitively, cradling yourself and trying to protect you from the outside world. You weren’t ready to give up on this life - to give on your body - and you would keep yourself safe and alive. This was your skin, your hair and flesh and bones! Death would come to you one day but you would be damned if it came today at the bottom of a dark pond and by the hands of a man.
“Yes, you are right. I should get dry,” you managed, sensing a chance to escape.
With wobbly legs, you tried to get up only to sway and stumble down on your knees. You needed to leave this place.
König tilted his head, watching you.
You tried again; your muscles too weak to carry you.
“Dear,” König said with slight amusement in his voice, “Your will is admirable, pretty girl. But I doubt it will be enough to get you home.”
“So? Will you drag me back into the pond and finish your work?” you replied, considering the option to crawl home and far away from the water
“Why would I do that, bride?”, he chuckled before turning serious again, looking at you with those blue more than clear inhuman eyes, “I have heard it’s not customary but allow me to get you to your home before you hurt yourself. You humans take so long to heal and an injured bride during the wedding would be a nuisance.”
Fearful you tried to move again.
He watched, waiting for your answer.
You considered his words. Your home. And he clearly wanted you in one piece at least before the wedding.
“No pond?”, you asked with an oh so thin weak voice.
“No pond.” He reassured, “That’s clearly not your element, my little bride-to-be.”
Slowly, you nodded.
Carefully, as if not to spook you, he scooped you back into his arms once again and pressed you to his chest.
You felt yourself going stiff again from fear, but before you could cry out, König stepped out of the water and away from the dreaded pond.
“See, no pond,” König spoke soothingly, and you felt his voice vibrate in his chest as he moved and swayed to avoid branches while shielding you with his shoulders, “I’m keeping my promises, my little bride.”
#there will be a mix of folkloric elements in this since i grew up with both eastern and central european traditions and can do what i want#this was written with a special amount of love for my fellow slavs and hinterland fairy tales collectors#könig#könig cod#könig x reader#könig mw2#könig call of duty#könig fanfiction#könig x you#call of duty#könig x oc#monster#monster x human#monster!könig
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Zodiac signs, but as things I've done
Most of these happened when I was young (and dumb) and some things just remind me of the signs
ARIES: getting into a screaming match with a dude way taller and way heavier than I was. I would 100% lose if we got into a physical fight but I would still throw a punch.
TAURUS: being known among family members as the toddler who often said "this is mine" about everything that was mine.
GEMINI: scoring straight A's on two national exams despite being known at schools as the problematic student who was always absent.
CANCER: not changing or returning flawed objects I got because they were fated to be mine and I felt like a shitty person for wanting to reject them.
LEO: having a picture of me on stage gone viral online, also being praised and hated for it.
VIRGO: checking google maps street view version for the 7th time and memorizing what the road looked like so I could drive there the next day. I checked it again the next morning.
LIBRA: twirling on stage in a fairy costume every time the MC told me to twirl to the point that it made me dizzy because I couldn't say no.
SCORPIO: my friend took a picture of me sitting in the corner hiding myself in a hoodie, I looked like a black sweater thing with no face, arms or legs.
SAGITTARIUS: telling a friend how to pronounce a word in his native language despite him knowing how to do it and correcting me every time because I, in fact, did not speak that language.
CAPRICORN: saving myself from choking by doing the Heimlich maneuver on myself when I was 9, inside a moving car, without asking for help from my parents in the front seats because I didnt want to create a scene.
AQUARIUS: Concocting a 'witchy' potion in a forest clearing alone when I was a child. I used tadpoles water from an old well and dead leaves.
PISCES: Carrying rat? babies I found (the pink ones with no fur) on my palm everywhere I went because they were cute and I thought I was saving them.
#zodiac#astrology#me n my random astrology post#this blog is still not an astrology blog#tag yourself#im mostly Scorpio#dont perceive me i dont exist#j astro post
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Dialogue Prompt
Prompt: “You can yell at me all you like. Scream until your throat bleeds. Put a knife in my chest! But you will not touch him.
Fandom: Fairy Tail
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“—cy! Lucy, wake up!”
The smell of mud and gore made her retch as she pushed herself up, blinking at the person shouting at her. “Erza? What—”
“Lucy! Where is Natsu? Jellal said he saw a demon, and I can’t find Natsu!” Erza said, gripping her shoulders tightly. Lucy pressed the heel of her hand against her temple, trying to quell the thumping in it.
“I-I don’t know. He was here, and then there was an explosion…I think I got hit by a rock or something…but Erza, Jellal won’t hurt Natsu..” she protested.
Erza pulled her to her feet, ignoring her protests. “He will if he believes he’s still tied to Zeref,” she said grimly. Lucy felt a chill run down her spine.
“We need to find him. Natsu won’t fight back if Jellal attacks him! Not even to save his own life!” She prayed fervently to every god she knew that they would find them separate. As she neared the area that was still rumbling with magic power, it was clear that her prayers were going to be unanswered.
Cresting the hill, she saw Jellal glaring at Natsu who was on all fours, panting. His wings were limp, one of them obviously broken, and his arms were trembling. “I don’t know how else….to convince you,” Natsu panted. “But I won’t hurt a friend. If this is what you need to do, I accept that.”
Jellal bared his teeth in a grimace. “I have no choice. Every piece of Zeref must be erased!” He braced himself, holding out his hands in a familiar pose that made Lucy stumble. “I’m sorry Natsu.”
Lucy scrambled to her feet as her body flashed, her clothes changing to her Scorpio dress. She dove between them, ignoring the gravel that dug into the knee she drove into the ground. “Sand Wall!” she shouted, pouring everything she had left into the spell, creating a dome over them.
The ground shook and sand rained down on them as Jellal’s Grand Chariot slammed into the wall. After the seventh crash, Lucy released the spell, struggling to her feet in front of Natsu. She steadied herself after a bout of dizziness and let her dress fade back to normal. “No more, Jellal,” she panted.
“Lucy, move!” Jellal barked. Lucy shook her head, wiping away the blood that trickled down her cheek. Behind her, she heard him shifting.
“Y-you shouldn’t have come here, Lucy…” Natsu groaned.
“I’m not leaving you,” she insisted. Jellal was lifting his hands again, yelling at her to move again. She ignored him, focusing on staying vertical between them. She wouldn’t be able to block him again. She didn’t have enough power to make a wall strong enough to block one of Jellal’s spells. Natsu’s arms wrapped around her hips tightly as he rose to his knees behind her.
“I don’t want you here!” he choked out, even as he clung to her.
“You won’t touch him,” she growled at Jellal who was moving toward them.
“Lucy! MOVE!” he ordered again.
She snapped her whip off of her hip and glared at him. “You can yell at me all you like Jellal. Scream until your throat bleeds and your lungs collapse. Put a fucking hole in my chest! Do whatever you think you can to move me, but you will not fucking touch him.”
#fairy tail#fairy tail fanfic#fairy tail nalu#natsu x lucy#natsu dragneel#lucy heartfilia#erza scarlet#fairy tail jellal#creative writing#angst prompt#dialogue prompt#ask game
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Y O U + M E Pt 4
ALL AGED UP CHARACTERS!! I really am so sorry for my absence lately, my life's been fucking hectic!! I hope you guys enjoy this, it took me forever, my brain just wouldn't cooperate
Things had been going oh so well sweetheart, oh so well. Your mother was no longer an issue, and let's just say that heaven's gained another angel. I mean, of course you were devastated but, I was there. I was your shoulder to cry on, your comfort and support, you lover, all in one. What more could a girl want?
But obviously my work wasn't enough, or it would never have came to this. My love, I did everything for you! Everything I did was all for you! I killed Clyde, for you! I killed your mother, for you! And now it seems that you have grown to resent me.
You found the box, the one with Clyde's teeth, your panties, your mother's ring and a few other things belonging to you in it. It was bound to happen at some point, I guess my hiding skills aren't as reliable as I once thought. But that doesn't matter now darling, because I know we will get through this. Because love is the most powerful force in the universe.
Getting you here wasn't easy, I mean, after you tried to escape from my apartment to go to the police, I knew that it would take you some time to come round to my way of thinking. I had to keep you safe, and somewhere I knew you'd always be safe.
I rented a room at a storage facility a while ago, just a place where I could keep extra things that didn't fit in my apartment, and where I keep my soundproof cage, of course. Bulletproof, scream proof, unbreakable, and even if you ever found a way out from there, you can't get out of the storage unit without my key, I have you right where I need you to be.
I'm watching you sleep, that cut on your head looks quite painful, I truly am sorry for having to hurt you dear, but you really did leave me no other option. You don't know you're here yet, you've been out for a while now. I did inject you with a small amount of sedatives so, they're obviously doing their job, which gave me the time that I needed to plan ahead.
I don't want to kill you. I want to love you darling, but I can't do that till I know you still want me too. You could try to pull the wool over my eyes, spin me a story so I let you out and then turn me in to the police, then where we be, love?
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My eyes flicked open, the thumping in my head already unbearable, a white light illuminating my surroundings, but not all of it. A box. Thick, reinforced glass caging me in within 4 walls. The door handle is on the outside, it's locked, and a hatch beside it, which must be where he'll feed me from. How could I not have seen this? How could I have missed the signs? I knew it was too good to be true.
"Ken?! KENNY!" Hands balled into fight fists as I uselessly bang and bang against the never breaking glass. "KENNY!" My voice was hoarse, choked with tears that streamed down my cheeks like a river that had broken its banks. How could I have let this happen?
My whole life I've loved fairy tales, wrapping myself in the comfort that one day my prince may come and save me from this miserable existence I call my life. But I wasn't a princess, I didn't hold the power to turn stupid little boys into princes that had came to save me.
Then you arrived. You came into my life and you were the first person to wrap me in a thick layer of cotton wool, to protect me from the things I didn't know about. You killed people for me, to protect me. You did everything for me, you gave my life meaning and in return I betrayed your wishes, I asked questions and I snooped through things that my eyes were never supposed to see. And I'm sorry.
"I'm here baby." A soft voice came from the darkness of the dimly lit room. The light in the box was so bright that it made everything outside of it appear dull, darker than it was. And from the darkness Kenny appeared, placing a gentle hand upon the glass cage that held me as its prisoner. As his prisoner.
"W-Why am I here, Ken?"
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Your eyes were flooded with terror, your knees weak, face drained of colour, why must you always think the worst of me, love? Aren't you supposed to love me? "I'm here, y/n. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you." Your sobs break my heart darling, oh how I long to wrap my arms around you, but not yet, I can't be sure your intentions are pure.
"Ken, please let me out of here!" Your tears stain your soft complexion, I want to kiss them away, make everything okay. "I can't baby, soon. I wish I knew what you were thinking." And it's true, I do. If we could see each others thoughts then maybe you could understand me better, know why I've done all that I have for you, it's all for you, for us.
"Kenny... p-please I-I can't stay in here! Y-you can't leave me here, Ken." I don't want to leave you here darling, oh how I wish you were in my bed, laying in my warm embrace. The sweet scent of your hair, your floral perfume, how I long to touch you.
But alas, I must be patient my love. As I place a cigarette between my chapped lips, I silently pray you have it in your heart to forgive me, to work through this together, and come back stronger and more in love than ever. I miss you so much and as I turn the lights off and leave you behind the closed door of my dingy little storage room, my heart aches to be taking you with me, hand in hand. But if you cannot forgive me and love me how I love you darling, then I guess I'll have to get used to missing you.
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Mastermind - An Elriel Halloween One-Shot
TW: Explicit sexual content (18+) and strong language!
AN: this was not-beta'ed so forgive me for any mistakes
Modern! AU - Elain wanted to tease Azriel with her costume but it seems her plan might've backfired...
Maybe going to a Halloween party hadn’t been Elain’s brightest idea. She had thought it’d be fun, dressing up as someone else and attending a party with all their friends to celebrate the Day of the Dead – and the party had everything to be just that. Feyre and Rhys’ apartment was perfectly decorated, the food and drinks were delicious, and all their friends were in attendance.
And yet, Elain was deeply regretting her idea as she watched Azriel from the other side of the room, drinking his beer and talking to his friends without a care in the world.
It was all her fault really - when she had told him to dress as a spy, she was thinking of it in the terms of being a fairly simple costume, nothing that should’ve made her nearly as interested as she was. But something about seeing Azriel in a white shirt with the top buttons unclasped, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and a gun holster around his shoulders… Well, needless to say Elain hadn’t been able to stop looking at him even as he stood on the other side of the room.
Luckily for her, she had dressed for the occasion as well. He hadn’t said anything when he had first seen her dressed in a skimpy cobalt dress with two matching small wings on her back, but she had seen his eyes darken as they took in her costume. She had feigned innocence, claiming to be dressed as a river fairy – creatures she was pretty sure never dressed like this– and had taken his hand as they left for her sister’s apartment.
The goal had been to tease him all night long, considering they'd barely seen each other for the entirety of October and she missed him deeply. They haven't even slept together in days, something that was too distressing for Elain to even think about.
But as he ignored her presence, she wasn’t entirely sure she'd been victorious in all her scheeming. Especially when she was the one who felt like taking him by his hand and ruin her sister’s new couch.
Elain huffed, finishing her glass of wine in one go and making her way towards the bathroom before she did something she'd regret later - like traumatise her family and friends for pushing Azriel's pants down to his knees and pleasuring him instead.
Here's to hoping her thoughts weren't as written on her face as her flusteredness surely was - as later made obvious by her red cheeks and dilated eyes reflected in the bathroom mirror.
She had spent weeks searching for the perfect costume – not to celebrate Halloween, per se, but to tease Azriel to the point where he’d beg on his knees for her. But now she was the one wondering if she should leave the party and go to their apartment to have some time alone, since he wouldn't even give her a sliver of attention.
Bastard. If only she could choke him without causing much of a scene. Surely, her sisters would understand if she later explained her absence, even if Cass and Rhys would probably gruff and puff about having spent too much time decorating-
A knock on the door startled her, obliterating any straying thoughts. But before her brain could even begin to understand what was happening, she was being pinned against the bathroom’s door, coming face to face to what seemed to be a very displeased Azriel. His free hand closed around her neck, and as soon as her confusion cleared, Elain had to fight a smile as she noticed the clouded lust simmering in his eyes.
Maybe her scheming hadn’t backfired after all.
“Are you enjoying this?” He rasped, the hand around her throat squeezing softly as his other hand started tracing a path down her belly. They were his first words to her since they'd arrived at the party, something Elain wouldn't forget anytime soon, so she simply stared back at him, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of answering his idiotic question.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said, her voice entirely sounding too breathy for her own liking. She frowned at herself, but Azriel simply smirked. Elain felt her breath catch as he slowly raised the hem of her dress, his fingers teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thighs.
“Are you sure, Elain?” He whispered just as his fingers traced the outline of her underwear. “You’re not enjoying tormenting me with this little outfit?” He bent his head lower, his breathing fanning against her neck as she felt her underwear being pushed to the side. He pressed his lips against the skin behind her ear, his tongue licking her skin before his teeth grazed it. “You’re not enjoying me touching you when all our friends are just outside this door?” He asked just as his fingers reached her center, swirling and teasing her with soft strokes that nearly had her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Elain couldn’t help the small whimper that left her mouth. “You’re not enjoying the fact anyone could listen to the sounds you make when I fuck you?”
Before Elain could come up with an answer, he was pressing a finger inside of her, finding little resistance as she ached for him.
She would later curse herself for giving in so easily, but she was delirious with pleasure, panting as he played with her clit just as his finger thrusted inside of her, the sounds of her arousal the only sound besides their heavy breathing. She could hear people talk outside the door, but all her focus was on Azriel and his hand as he added yet another finger, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
“Naughty girl,” He rasped, his breathing as ragged as her own. Elain could see the outline of his own cock on his pants and the sight of him giving himself a firm squeeze was almost enough to make her come. “Was this your plan, all along?” He asked, biting her earlobe as he he sped up his pace.
Elain couldn't bring herself to answer - not when all she could think about was the way he felt against her, the way his hand tightened around her throat making her flutter around his fingers.
But then he was pulling away, smirking at the needy whimper that left her lips. But she was beyond pride - she had gotten what she wanted, and now little else mattered.
"Please-" She pleaded, feeling her breath catch in her throat as Azriel dropped to his knees in front of her, a smirk on his plump lips as he looked at her through hooded eyes.
"What do you want?" He asked, his hand grabbing her knee and gently setting it on his shoulder, opening her up to him. "Tell me."
"You," She panted, smirking slightly. "On your knees for me."
Azriel chuckled darkly and then his mouth was on her, wiping the smile off her face. His tongue pushed between her folds, sucking and licking. His lips were soft, but the pressure of them against her clit was hard, sending sparkles of electricity shooting against her nerve endings. He flicked his tongue over and over, teasing the very tip higher. It felt like he was trying to cover every inch of her.
Her hips followed the sensations he kept giving her, to the point she was basically riding his face. Her moans were getting loader and her hands were pulling at his hair, unable to stay still as he licked her over and over again.
"Azriel," Elain moaned loudly, but she was beyond caring, the only sound in her ears the beat of her heart as he pleasured her with his sinful tongue. His teeth gently grazed her clit as he sucked, and Elain's orgasm barrelled through her with shocking force, too-loud cries tearing from her throat.
His tongue slowed but he didn’t stop as her cunt spasmed around against it, her body convulsing as he teased her sensitive nerves.
"Holy shit." She panted, making Azriel chuckle as he pulled away, licking her arousal from his lips - the sight alone made her want to push him on top of the toilet seat and ride him, but Elain refrained from attacking him like a wild animal.
For now, at least.
"How much do you want to celebrate Halloween here?" He asked, a playful smirk on his lips as he pulled her closer, dropping a kiss on her crimson cheek.
"Do you have other plans?" She asked, her body still recovering from the earth-shattering orgasm he had given her mere seconds ago.
"I'm only giving you what you wanted, Elain." He teased, his free hand reaching for her barely-covered ass and squeezing it once before slapping it swiftly. Elain yelped. "Wasn't this your plan the entire time?" He gave her a wicked smile and despite everything they had done inside that bathroom in the past few minutes, Elain felt herself blush.
"I have no idea what you're talking about." She huffed, but Azriel simply smiled, pulling her in for a soft kiss.
"Let's go home, my lady," He murmured against her lips, grabbing his hand as he opened the door. "I'm nowhere near done with you."
Yeah, Halloween was definitely Elain's favourite holiday.
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Summary: Zelda comes to one realization after another in quick succession, which leaves her with one question: what now?
Or: In which Zelda realizes she might already be married.
Post-TotK, minor Dragon’s Tear references.
This fic did Numbers on ao3 I’m so proud
All of chapter 1 under the cut! Leave a like if you enjoy :)
Zelda smiles to herself as she watches the children of the Hateno school play during a recess. It’s simple things like this that make life worth living, she thinks.
One of the children runs up to her and calls for her attention. “Missus Zelda!”
Far be it from her to pass up a chance for a lesson, even on etiquette. “Oh, I’m no Missus. I’m not married, so I’m Miss Zelda!”
“Oh.” The young girl seems almost dejected. “I thought you were married to Mister Link.”
She fights to keep a blush from overcoming her features. If she didn’t know better, she’d think the children had a magic sense for flustering her. “Why ever would you think that?”
The girl explains herself simply. “You live together, and Link always does whatever you say. A brother wouldn’t do that, and you’re not his mom either!”
Solid logic, for a child. “Well, yes, but…”
A boy jumps in. “And!! He calls you Princess! That means he looooooves you!”
What? But she was literally THE Princess! “No, I- he’s my knight, after all….”
A third child joins, much like a shark smelling blood in the water. “A knight and a princess! Just like the fairy tales!”
Fairy tales? She hardly remembered any from her own childhood. Did they really star princesses? “No, I mean- he’s sworn to stay by my side and protect me. That’s all.”
“Like a husband!”
All pretense of not blushing is gone. She glances to the side, hoping Link is too busy with other children to notice. “N-no! I… can ask many things of Link. But I can’t ask him to love me.”
“Why not? Have you tried?” The innocence of the question is all that keeps her temper from flaring, even as her blush deepens.
“Wh- I most certainly have not!”
“You should try things before saying you can’t do them. Mister Link said so!” She doesn’t think that’s the best advice, let alone the most applicable advice, but contradicting ‘Mister Link’ might just confuse them.
“Then let me correct myself. I shouldn’t ask him.”
This seems to almost placate the children.
Almost.
The first child runs off to Link, making no secret of what’d been discussed. “Mister Link! Did you know Miss Zelda wasn’t married?”
Link nods, amused. Zelda can’t even pretend to look away from the impending carriage crash of a conversation.
“You should marry her! Then she can be Mrs. Zelda!”
Link falters, or perhaps Zelda imagines he does, as he thinks of a response. “I don’t know, ” he says teasingly, “I don’t have a ring for her.”
Zelda’s world stops. Surely he’s jesting.
“A ring?” asks one boy.
“A ring! Oh, you need a ring!” says a girl, excited at the prospect of jewelry.
Link nods. “Can’t get married without a ring,” he says as if this is the only thing wrong with the situation.
“I know,” says the same girl, excitingly pointing towards the direction of Kakariko Village. “Get her that ring! It’ll be so big, to show how much you love her!”
Link half-chokes on his response as he stares at the Ring Ruins off in the distance. “I- uh. That might be a little too big. Where would we put it?”
The children begin wracking their brains, as if this were feasible, and Zelda wonders when Link became so good with children. “Besides,” he continues, “I’m pretty sure that ring belongs to my friend Paya. I can’t just take it.”
A simplification of the matter, Zelda thinks, but not inaccurate.
The children mutter and grumble in disappointment. “I wanted to see a wedding,” says one.
Link nods in understanding. “I want to see one too. For now, let’s keep playing before it’s time for Mister Symin’s next class!”
The children scatter after a chorus of “Not It!” erupts from them, leaving Link standing there watching. He turns to Zelda, and she feels her world stop again as he comes over.
“Children,” he says, as if this sums up the entirety of the experience.
“Yes,” she manages to squeak out. “Children.”
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Zelda is unsure whether or not to be thankful to be left alone with her thoughts soon after, as she spends her usual studying time contemplating today’s events. She has a collection of fairy tales in front of her, though it sits largely ignored as she thinks.
Like a husband. Those words come back to her, now. Surely not! Link was many things for her at this point- defender, chef, housemate, travel companion, coworker… but husband?
She contemplates. What would she even want in a husband? She can hardly imagine herself being a housewife. Link does so much of the housework, whether because she gets caught up in work or because she’s still, somewhere in the back of her subconscious, still expecting a maid or butler to take care of matters for her.
She’d want either an equal or someone completely okay with supporting her, she thinks. Whether or not she has a castle, she is still considered a Princess, after all. It wouldn’t do to have just some handsome face by her side. Not that Link isn’t handsome- she squashes that thought as it comes to life.
Who else supports her as much as Link does? Link, who makes a home for her. Link, who cooks her food, guides her on the road, and goes wherever she does. Could someone else ever take his place? It was hard to imagine.
But. Someone would have to, one day.
Unless.
His words feel like they’re fresh in her ears, making them burn all over again. “I don’t have a ring for her.”
What a simple statement, and yet full of possibilities, strange and exciting. Why would he need to say that? Was there an implied ‘yet’ in that sentence? Did Link harbor feelings for his appointed charge? Was there truth in these fairy tales, about knights and princesses? (Had her father been a knight? Her mother, his princess? All records of such were likely destroyed, and she had never asked.)
She couldn’t ask Link to love her, but… maybe he already did. Was there something else? Some other clue as to what Link felt? He wasn’t particularly talkative, so she didn’t have a lot to go on.
She stops as she turns a page, and a picture of a traditional knight and princess appears. The words “Happily Ever After” pop out to her.
Certainly, the defeat of the Demon King was as “Happily Ever After” as she had ever dared to dream. But… if she were allowed to dream a bit more…
A house, like this one- and a partner who could support her, like Link.
…Nothing else comes to mind. Her life, she thinks, is perfect. If she must get married, perhaps, it can be to Link.
“What are you reading?”
She almost leaps out of her seat, not having realized Link had come down the ladder to her study. “L-Link! When did you-“
He seems concerned. “A minute ago. Are you alright? Your face is red.”
Pointing it out just makes the blushing worse. “I’m fine! Just… startled!” Technically, it’s the truth.
“If you’re sure? Here, a snack, and the news.” He hands her a bowl of honeyed apples and a folded-up paper.
“Oh, thank you. And…” She almost forgot to answer his question. “I was reading fairy tales, for children. I don’t remember reading them myself as a child.”
“Oh! I hope they’re fun.” It occurs to her that Link may not remember fairy tales, himself.
“They’re…” She searches for the right word. “…enlightening.”
He nods, and she wonders how much he gleaned from just that word. “I’ll leave you to it, then. I’ll be back later.”
As Link ascends, she turns her mind to her snack and the news, sealing the revelations she just came to behind a mental iron gate for now. What did the Lucky Clover Gazette have for its readers today…?
“Zonai Tablets Depict Royal Married Life” (An article discussing Rauru and Sonia, something she perhaps did not ever expect to see- she wonders if she could be interviewed as a primary source on the subject? Would they even believe her?)
Memories of tea and being teased about Link bubble to the surface, and she moves on.
“Zonai Jewelry- necklaces, rings, mushrooms, and more!” (An article discussing Zonai fashions, and how timeless mushroom fashion seems to be.)
She eyes her own Zonai-inspired jewelry, a gift from the Queen- timeless, indeed.
And for its advice article on the back…
“5 Ways to Say You Love Someone”
Her ears burn again immediately. She wonders if the universe is plotting against her, somehow. Marriage, rings, and love, all on the same paper! And yet, her curiosity gets the better of her, and she soon finds herself engrossed in the article.
1) Share your food, or even cook for them!
She glances to the food that Link had prepared for her.
2) Spend time with them, even if you’re doing nothing together.
She glances to the spot Link sometimes occupies on the ground when he has nothing “better to do” than guard her.
3) Let down your guard, especially if you’ve always got your guard up. Touch them lightly, or let them touch you!
Does he ever let his guard down, she wonders? Considering how guarded he was before the Calamity, just seeing him laugh and tease is more “guard down” than she ever expected.
4) Give them something that used to be important to you!
She realizes that she is idly playing with Link’s old hairband again.
5) Tell them. Perhaps the hardest way to say I Love You of all, especially for those of us who aren’t good at talking!
Zelda puts the newspaper down. Emotions and memories swirl about her, resulting in her face turning red as she comes to a conclusion: Link loves her. Maybe it’s not romantic, but… maybe it is. It was no longer a possibility she could ignore.
What could she even do with this information? Did she love Link?
It’d be kind of hard to deny that she did after all this worrying, wouldn’t it? Would she be worried at all if she didn’t love him? It’d be idle wonderings. Something she could laugh off.
Was it romantic? Her own blush fought to tell her so.
What now, her thoughts asked- no, demanded of her. What should I do with this information? How do I ask Link if he loves me? How do I tell him that I love him?
She stares at the article again. Words will likely fail her, here. She’ll just… have to do what Link does.
She spends what feels like hours plotting ways to purposefully tell Link she loves him, but each idea comes up short. Some, she already does on a daily basis, cementing her belief. Others, she’s too embarrassed to try.
By the time Link comes to remind her to sleep, she’s so worked up that she can’t. She lays awake, thinking about how this is Link’s bed (even if he hasn’t used it in a while). This is Link’s house. She wonders, by how many people’s definitions, she could say she was already married to Link- certainly, the children thought so.
Maybe she could skip the whole flirtation phase. She wasn’t sure she’d be good at it. She’d seen other young folks flirting, and it seemed… complicated.
“Can’t get married without a ring.”
The words haunt her dreams, it feels like, and while she remembers little else about them- something about a Goron crime family, ridiculous as it sounds in the waking realm- she felt sure, now.
She was going to get Link a ring.
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Cuphead rap lyrics 😱😱😱
Take a sip of this, I'm an itty bitty Cuphead
One sentence in, I've already made a pun, yep
Picking up steam, wonder why they call me hothead
Struck a deal with the devil, now I'm rackin' up debt
Yes I made a dumb bet, no need to get upset
I'm a cup of trouble, have you seen my mugshot yet?
Step in front of my finger gun, and you drop dead
Wallop all your bosses, leave 'em all jobless
They'll never stop me from runnin' like a faucet
I'm a full cup, don't you ever try to top it
You can never touch this, but you can kick the bucket
I'm meant to be drunk from, but not to be trusted
Heads up, hit the deck, Mugman
You don't really wanna get your head busted
I'm a dirty dish, who needs a rough scrubbin'
After doing these devilish deeds, God damn!
I'll stop this train even if it's haunted
"Where's my ship?" Sorry just sunk it
Hopping like a frog, duck and dodge your punches
Won't shed a single tear when I'm choppin' onions
Spent all your breath huffin' and puffin'
Just to get dumped on by a cup for nothin'
Unless all you wanna end up dead
You do not mess with a Cuphead, 'nuff said
Do not mess with a Cuphead, 'nuff said
Do not mess with a Cuphead, 'nuff said
Do not mess with a Cuphead, 'nuff said
Do not mess with a Cuphead, 'nuff said
You'll never catch me cryin' over milk I spilled
My head ain't empty, but who knows with what it's filled?
I took the devilish gamble
Nothing that a Cuphead couldn't handle
And now it's time to foot the bibbadibibitty-bill
Any line that you happen to draw
Is a line I'll be stepping across
Trapped in a world lacking any natural laws
Have you had your coffee yet? 'Cause I'm off of the walls
My demons need some exorcise
A little caffeine oughta get 'em energized
Will we ever get to heaven when we die?
Can't get any worse, we already bet our lives
Forget fairy tales, they're fizzin' out
I'd like to pick a fight with that prick, Micky Mouse
I'll kick his ass then I'll knock Walt Disney out
I'll leave 'em with a taste of toxic in their mouth (no!)
My hand's been dealt, it's a bad draw though
I'll go all in when the rest all fold
Look's like I'm on the last straw so
Better tell the devil th-that th-that's all folks!
Come see what we been brewin'
Something to keep ya movin'
Must be the beat I'm boomin'
Hit me with that funky music
How do we keep on groovin'?
Once could say we been juicin'
Beepin' boopin', looney toonin'
Time for you to face the music
You'll never catch me cryin' over milk I spilled
My head ain't empty, but who knows with what it's filled?
I took the devilish gamble
Nothing that a Cuphead couldn't handle
And now it's time to foot the bibbadibibitty-bill
I feel like the holy grail
Just hope I don't go to Hell
If so that won't go so well
I've been bad, but no one tell
I'm much more than just cup
Raise a toast and pick me up
Pour one more and drink it up, but don't choke
'Cause I'm not the kinda cup you should be chugging from
I'll get the jump on ya when I run and gun
Working for Lucifer is a ton of fun
"You two, do my bidding" done and done
I'm a jazzy chap who'll leave you razzle-dazzled
After I whoop and wallop your ass in battle
When I'm stuck up shits creek without a paddle
Just imagine, the glass is half full
You'll never catch me cryin' over milk I spilled
My head ain't empty, but who knows with what it's filled?
I took the devilish gamble
Nothing that a Cuphead couldn't handle
And now it's time to foot the bibbadibibitty-bill
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"How long does she need to be down there?" Katherine asks the wizard worriedly.
Gem doesn't reply, sprinkling glowstone dust and specks of amethyst crystals into the water that the gnome was submerged in.
"Gem! She can't breathe, she has to be struggling right now!"
The wizard still refuses to acknowledge her, set on finishing the spell. She adds some sugar, crushed flowers, and some of the mushroom stew that helped Shrub previously.
Katherine goes quiet, watching the gnome worriedly.
And then her body goes limp in the water, and Katherine yelps.
"Gem!!! She's dying!"
The wizard holds out a hand to stop the fairy. "Hold on! Katherine, this is supposed to happen." She explains
"You didn't tell me that!" Katherine yells out, choking back tears.
Gem brushes one of the tears, dropping it into the pond. "Let's argue about this later. I need to focus." She replies calmly, pulling out her staff and dipping the magic end into the water, swirling it around. The pond started to emit a very faint glow, and then the water was soaked up, leaving a drenched, unconscious gnome laying in the middle of a hole.
Katherine hops in and checks her breathing, gasping when she realized that Shrub had no water in her lungs. She wasn't drowning.
"It's the spell." Gem explains when Katherine turns to her, mouth gaped open. "It had to get into her body to fully cleanse her. It washed through and now it's gone."
Katherine holds her close, and stands up. "Can we get her into dry clothes? Maybe a nice room? That couldn't have been easy on her."
Gem smiles, seeing how she was taking care of the gnome, similar to how she took care of her corrupted plants.
"Alright. There should be a spare room in one of the buildings. And I have clothes that probably aren't quite her style, but will fit her. I'll have to dig into our clothes from when Fwhip and I were kids though." She jokes, leading Katherine to a vacant building near the apocathary.
Gem leaves to search a box in her starter while Katherine heads inside, finding the bedroom and laying the gnome on the bed gently. She realized how pale Shrub looked, how it looked like she never slept well from the bags under her eyes. How she still had scars from Xornoth and even other fights when corrupted that, though healed, probably wouldn't go away.
Gem comes back with a white nightgown. "I figured something simple would work. Plus if the spell didn't work, it'd probably be hard for her to fight us in a nightgown" she smiles, then sees Katherine staring into space. "Katherine?"
"huh?" The fairy turns "Oh great! How do we...put it on her?" She turns to look at the gnomes body. They couldn't just undress her.
"Don't worry, I've got it." Gems staff glows and suddenly she was holding shrubs wet clothes, and the gnome was in the nightgown.
"Oh. Phew, thank you." Katherine smiles.
Gem grins back "another reason why you always bring a wizard." She glances at Shrub. "She might be out for a while. Wanna go home and I'll message you when she's up?"
Katherine shakes her head. "The Overgrown is doing fine. It's getting back to where it was, and for now I think fixing this all is more important."
"Alright." Gem grins slyly. "Welllll, I'll just go do some work around here, make you guys some food. See you later then!" She leaves, noticing that Katherine once again was staring into the distance, thinking a lot.
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WEi and book reader y/n
Daehyeon:
You guys woud just be chilling in bed, you reading your book and Daehyeon scrolling through twitter;
"Hey what are you reading?";
You tried to give him a little summery but for such a simple task you were stuttering a lot and he of course found it suspicious:
So he snatched the book from your hands and your biggest fear was taking place;
He started reading out loud WHILE REANACTING IT;
So when his hands started playing with your hair and putting it behind your ear, your heart was about to burst out of your chest;
"... and after what it felt like an eternity, he finally took her breath away."
So he did the same to you <3.
Donghan:
You actually approached him excitedly, ranting about how good the plot was, how magical everything seemed;
And because he loves when you talk about stuff you like he just let you;
Until he had the brilliant idea of asking you what was so magical about it;
So you started to describe how the main lead was so charming and elegant, etc...
"I can be that too!!"
He got up from the couch, giving you a slight bow and extending his hand to you;
"Can I have this dance with the most beautiful woman in the room?"
You couldn't hide the bright redness on your cheeks, he actually got you with that;
"Yeah she's also the only one in the room."
"SEOKHWA WHY WOULD YOU RUIN THIS FOR ME."
Yongha:
You were loving this new book, couldn't stop reading it;
And Yongha could see that;
He's also very aware of the fact that when you enter this zone you forget everything else, including eating and he will never let you starve;
So he decided to get up and take matters into his own hands, he will be making lunch for you.... or ordering it for you;
After a while the doorbell rang and that finally snapped you out of it;
"Are you expecting someone?"
"Yeah our lunch!"
While he went to go grab the food you decided to set the table;
On his way back to the kitchen counter he saw the book opened where you had stopped your reading session;
Suddenly a very hungry Yohan and Donghan decided to join you two for lunch;
Everything was going well, no fights, no teasing, a little concerning but not too much;
UNTIL, he decided to sneakly put his hand on your thing and sweetly rubbing it;
You almost choked on your food, wondering what had gotten into him up until the moment you noticed your book layed out open;
It made you happy to know he was just as interested in the book as you were.
Yohan:
"Babe are you busy?"
Yohan immeadiately stopped what he was doing so he could help you with what you were about to ask;
"So I had this idea... but it might be a little stupid..."
"No it's not, whatever it is I will help you. C'mon spit it out!"
So you explained to him, how in this book you recently got addicted to, one of the male characters has this specific moment where he leans against the door frame while talking to the female lead;
And due to the height difference between you two (his smug attitude as well), you just knew it was gonna hit you like a truck;
He giggled a little, cause he had no idea if what he was doing but that just made it more endearing;
He was trying his absolute best to fulfill your request but he also thought it was coming off as awkward;
So in the end you two just stood there laughing at how unnatural it seemed.
Seokhwa:
Not even two seconds after you told him you were in love with this new romance and it's prince charming he scoffed;
Ranting on how he was way better;
Then he decided to just do a long sequence of acts of service throughout the day to prove it to you;
He opened every single door for you, payed for your food, carried your purse, tied your shoes for you and made dinner;
He will absolutely NOT leave you alone until you tell him he's much better than some fairy tell made up guy;
"That's what I thought."
Junseo:
He actually got you this book, when he went to japan;
It just screamed your name and after reading the back he was convinced;
You were so happy when he gifted it to you, it was so meaningful that he payed attention to what you liked and how you liked it;
So it's no surprise that when you get half way, something starts to sound familiar;
More like someone;
You could swear this was Junseo in book form, so the obvious choice is to test it out;
Channeling your inner actress persona, you decided to pretend to get hurt to see if he came running just like the guy in the book;
One kick at the door and a yelp was good enough to catch his attention;
Junseo came storming through the door just to find you sitting on the floor grabbing your foot;
"Are you okay???!!! What happened?!! Should we go to the hospital??!!"
It was so hard for you to surpress your laughter but you finally give in:
He looked so confused and kinda of upset you'd joke about something so serious;
But after you explained to him the reason he just said;
"Next time, just ask if'd love you forever or something please ahah."
#wei masterlist#wei scenarios#wei#wei fluff#wei imagines#wei oneshots#wei reactions#wei fanfic#wei smut#daehyeon fluff#daehyeon oneshots#daehyeon imagines#daehyeon scenarios#donghan fluff#donghan imagines#donghan scenarios#donghan oneshots#yongha oneshots#yongha scenarios#yongha imagines#yongha fluff#yohan imagines#yohan scenarios#yohan fluff#yohan oneshots#seokhwa fluff#seokhwa scenarios#seokhwa imagines#seokhwa oneshots#junseo imagines
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I can pretty much envision what the bingos will look like, but the still/strength/sage forces? I forget the names of their avatars
hooo boy anon you asked for it
we'll start with dion/deon (unsure how you spell it) aka the still force. he was the still force, right? the green one? i have tried to colour code them for helpful reference for myself
he's the worst one. i hate everything about this man. i want to bite him but in a bad way. realistically i probably hate him the most cos he is the force that shows up the most, even after that plotline was over, so i project all my sheer fucking hatred onto him but GRRRR I AM SNARLING AND BARKING AND FIGHTING AGAINST MY CHOKE CHAIN TO GET TO HIM AND TEAR HIM TO PIECES. i also hate him cos he took iris away for like half a season so he could do magic on her or whatever. yeah he was "saving her life" apparently, i don't care, i blame him for everything that was wrong with her. i am so glad candice patton got to rest for a few eps but i HATE THIS MAN. to me he is the embodiment of everything i disliked about the last 3 seasons: bad writing, bad acting, and terrible cgi. and speaking of awful cgi...
the strength force: fuerza
i forget what the actual woman's name is, like who she is when she isn't a dollar store she-hulk. she's fine i guess. i have no strong feelings, as a person she is relatively inoffensive. but the weird rage monster she turns into? it's stupid, it looks bad. if there was a reverse version of the "solid design" square i would have filled out that because the design is genuinely EMBARRASSINGLy bad. and her whole thing is a cheap rehash of the killer frost plotline. "wahh i have a dark side i can't control!!" sorry i don't care, we did this 3 years ago. and then she's like "omg we're all a family! you two random men i've never met are my brothers <3 let's all go live in the magic fairy dreamhouse version of joe's house in the clouds and live happily ever after!!" like oh shut UP.
then we have the sage force, bashir, and this one is a plot twist cos i actually kinda like him lmao
if bashir was a one-off meta of the week and not one of the forces i'd actually really like him? he's a douche but in an enjoyable way, i genuinely think the part of his intro ep where he shows all the characters their greatest fears is really interesting (bar the part where iirc cisco's greatest fear is "working at star labs with the people he loves and cares about forever", like... okay. and then this was the catalyst for him leaving... nvm i hate bashir actually
nah jokes aside i genuinely kinda don't mind him as a character in his own right. again my memory is fuzzy but im pretty sure he had psychic mind control beef with cecile which was fun. he was also basically the only one of the forces who was like "this is fucking weird and i hate it", at least at first, so he has my respect for that. and again, im just gonna say it, he's hot, which makes his sins easier to forgive. remove him from the overarching concept and he's fine, he just had the misfortune of being part of the worst plotline in the show's history.
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"It lives in a world where feelings cannot be defined by words. Oh, set me free from my jealousy..."
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New Factor It In chapter today!
Chapter 2 - “Tree Diagram”
Read on FFN || Read on AO3
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It's WordGirl and Huggy vs. the mind-controlled Kid Math and an army of Tobey's robots downtown... Meanwhile, Victor and Victoria watch from a safe distance. Wow. Being a superhero sure seems like it would be the best...
(First 1,000 words under the cut)
Tree Diagram
.:: January 3rd - Saturday ::.
"All that is possible can be made probable once plans have been prepared."
(Ancient Hexagon proverb)
➕ ➖ ✖️ ➗
Psst! Look for the words civilian and resilient
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Where we left off, WordGirl and Captain Huggyface were in the midst of a grueling fight against Tobey's robots and a mind-controlled Kid Math, courtesy of Mr. Big…
Even gentle snowflakes can feel like spikes of hail when you hurtle through them at Mach 4. They lash her cheeks and bite her eyelids. WordGirl plows through them anyway, one hand up to block at least one of her cheeks. It helps. A little. She's resilient either way.
She veers up from her comet-like charge and floats like a sparking star in the empty space. She plants herself in front of both Mr. Big and Tobey. Her whiplash arrival makes the former flail his arms in shock and the latter cry her name. WordGirl shakes her head, ignoring both, and floats a little closer to the man on the taller building.
"All right, Mr. Big! We can either do this the 'cheap and easy' way, or the 'hard and insurance paperwork' way. Now, stop mind controlling my friend and leave this city alone!"
Mr. Big takes one look at her and jabs a finger at the remote in his hand. Behind him, a bespectacled superhero kid bursts skyward with the husk of a giant robot lifted above his head. He's wearing cyan blue. White gloves. White boots. A yellow belt wraps around his waist, fastening with a hexagon buckle at his stomach. A single green light on that buckle blinks on and off.
The robot groans, flailing its limbs. One foot narrowly misses Tobey on the bakery's three-tiered roof. Its smacking hand almost whacks Mr. Big clean off the ambiguous building. Huggy shrieks, squeezing her neck. WordGirl chokes on a gasp, then steadies her balance in the air. There he is. And even from here, super-hearing or no super-hearing, she can hear Kid Math mutter the same mantra over and over under his breath: "Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition. Construct new billboards…"
"MY ROBOT!" Tobey wails, drawing his hands down his cheeks. "Number 14!"
"All right… Huggy, make a note: add Mr. Big to the list of villains we should never again leave Kid Math to handle alone. At… least not if we're across town instead of enjoying a conveniently placed picnic nearby with our binoculars in hand."
He squeals agreement, wrapping his arms and legs around her torso. Right. Back to business. WordGirl punches her hand into her open palm, thinning her eyes to slits.
"Okay, Kid Math! This chaos is way out of line. Your fractured reality is about to get simplified."
Does that even make sense? Math puns aren't her thing. She can define every word with the gossamer touch of a fairy princess, but that doesn't mean she understands the full complexities of equations and numbers the way he does. Her mind blurs after about 12. Kid Math stares back at her, all glaze-eyed and ghostly.
Then he arches his back and hurls the massive robot directly at her. "WHOA!" she yelps, and twists her flight pattern like a snake. Huggy squeezes with both arms and both legs. The robot (or what's left of it) cannonballs right past them. It plows through an empty parking lot outside a squid-themed restaurant- the one that doesn't serve seafood at all. WordGirl winces. Oops. Probably should have caught that… Tobey screams distress from the roof of the three-tiered bakery, clawing his fingers down his cheeks. Something about a partnership betrayed, and Mr. Big all but confirms this when he yells back from the neighboring rooftop, "My mistake, Theodore! I can't choose what he wants to throw!"
"Number 14…"
Kid Math twitches in the sky, his hands empty but his body still tense and looking for a fight. WordGirl keeps her eyes locked on his face. They can both fly at lightning-fast speed (well… thunder-fast), and dodging him will be a lot easier if he signals a move before he makes it. Thus far, she'd chased her wayward understudy - not that she'd ever tell him he was sort of like her understudy - from the bank to the park to the steakhouse and around through the loop again. Right from the start, it was obvious something was going on with him. His paths were too direct for him to pass as the real Kid Math, because this mind-controlled puppet version of her friend charged straight from Point A to Point B without taking thermal updrafts and wind resistance into the equation. Absolutely ineffective. Totally unlike him.
And of course, the Kid Math she'd come to know over the past four months wouldn't just be flying around destroying billboards and things either.
Or, uh… At least he isn't that destructive MOST of the time. WordGirl winces at the memory of a furious, flush-cheeked Kid Math punching a street sign hard enough to send it crashing through a window. He didn't mean to do that. He just didn't know his own strength yet.
Well, okay. As much as she hates admitting it, maybe she is being a little quick to grant him that benefit of the doubt… Even yesterday, Kid Math (in the guise of 8-year-old Rex Pemdas: the innocent, newly-enrolled 3rd-grade student of Woodview Elementary) had rambled to her on the way to the jewelry store that he had a plan to help the city "go green" before Earth Day rolled around in spring. His plan had involved "relocating" more than a handful of skyscrapers, and he'd been stubbornly reluctant to take "No" for an answer.
"Destroy competition. Construct new billboards. Destroy competition…"
Why she'd even escorted him to the jewelry store was another story altogether, and one that involved Invisi-Bill tackling his first solo crime since WordGirl had met him. The thin excuse to her brother TJ and tagalong Johnson had been "Rex wanted to check out the shiny doorknobs at the library and we need to run really fast to make sure we get there before it rains," to which TJ had rolled his eyes and snarked that Becky probably just wanted to get Rex hooked on Princess Triana novels. He and Johnson had wished their new friend good luck. They sprinted off, and Invisi-Bill had actually made it pretty far down the street before Kid Math had zeroed in on his whistling and-
A dot of green blinks in the center of her vision, snapping her focus back to the battle at hand. Aha! Something they can use. WordGirl blasts forward, arms extended, with her eyes locked on that little flashing dot. Now we're getting somewhere…
[Cnt'd on FFN / AO3 - Links at top]
#WordGirl#Factor It In#ridwriting#Grammar queen#Arithmetic Lad#Bot building boy#Second Best kid#apparently art#Satirical vocab alien child show#LexiHexa duo#Space monkey#Huggy is harder to draw than I thought#fic announcement
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DannyMay 2023, Day 3: Blizzard
Tittle: When I Die, Bury Me Under the Snow
Summary: He was crouching down on the frozen ground. Hands grabbing desperately at his hair. "Heh.." A listless chuckle left his bluish tinted lips. "I caused this didn't I?" His voice echoed emptily in the flowing mass of snow and ice. A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his mouth, cutting through the raging tempest of the blizzard like a sharp knife…
Cold air cut into pale cheeks.
Danny's snow white hair was continuously slapped against his face by the freezing winds, but he was barely paying attention to it, not when...
Danny shook his head. Not now. It's not the time for this. He tried to force his mind not to think about it but like a broken record the scenes continued to roll down behind his eyes on a repeat.
His empty eyes gazed at the scenery around him. Nothing could be seen of the little town it used to be. Now... it had turned into an empty land of snow and ice.
Danny supposed it had only been a matter of time. He was always too close to imploding ever since the 'accident'. Always dancing on the edge, balancing on the thin lines of sanity like an acrobat on a tightrope.
The powdery snow coated the earth in a holy glow and what a cruel heaven it was. No more fights, no more chases, no more harsh words, just silence.
The occasional protruding limbs, stray body parts, the blood specks left to be frozen into ice flowers, only managed to make the scenery even more otherworldly.
The blizzard continued to rage around him. Like the eye of the storm, the icelets swirled round and round..
Sometimes, Danny could have sworn he had heard joyful singing from a distance, a tinkerbell-like laugher, and saw the figures of petit winter fairies dancing around the bleached out mounds in a delightful glee. His core purred with pure bliss at the sight, delighting in the show they put on for their king.
'Maybe these were the signs of insanity?'
Enticing voices purred into his ears, asking him to come and join them, just enjoy the festive atmosphere, and forget all about the unpleasant memories.And the thought of giving in to their bewitchment was oh, so tempting. If he just gave into the allure of oblivion, he wouldn’t have to face what he had done, what he had become, what a monster he actually was.
A hysterical laugh bubbled out of his mouth, cutting through the raging tempest of the blizzard like a sharp knife. How Danny wished he could forget, but how could he? How could he ignore it when he was surrounded by the masterpiece of his own making?
The hundreds of thousands of bodies, all without a sign of life, buried deep under the hail, those who laughed and joked around just mere hours ago, living in blissful ignorance of the true currents running under the shadier parts of their little town.
Once their hero, now the cause of their demise.
He hadn’t understood the true meaning of his ghostly appearance before - the bluish tint of hypothermia on his skin, the frost that clung to his suit, the way the temperature would drop the second he walked into a room - but now he understood it for what it was. Foreshadowing. A warning that he would be the harbinger of the end for all that he ever loved and hated, destroying both in merciless glee in a matter of seconds.
The funniest thing was that it hadn’t even taken much effort. The words from his friends just a little bit more hurtful. The fights from his parents just a little bit more murderous. That was all it took.
He took in a deep breath, the fresh smell of snow tainted by the stench of death, and let out a laugh that choked in his throat made him gasp. Was it a sob? He wasn’t sure. All he knew was the sound of fairies, laughing and beckoning for him to join them.
And as a single frozen tear fell off his face and buried itself in the snow, he did.
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.
.
A figure could be seen walking across the meadows, leaving a trail of footprints behind him on the snow covered grounds. A low, slightly off tune melody could be heard echoing through the empty snowscape, a gust of wind bringing the humming around to fill the space.
“Where winter winds rush all around
To freeze the rocks in the ground”
“So when I die, bury me in the snow
So when the spring suns rise
I'll feel the flowers bloom”
“Life is a cold and desperate place
Blinding us all from grace
Keeping us on our own”
“Where winter winds rush all around
To freeze the rocks in the ground”
“So when I die, bury me in the snow
So when the spring suns rise
I'll feel the flowers bloom”
“When I open my eyes
I'll gaze up at blue endless skies”
“So when I die, bury me in the snow
So when the spring suns rise
I'll feel the flowers bloom…”
Ao3
The one that helped betaing this work once again is the lovely Amateum!
The song that the lyrics is from called 'When I Die, Bury Me In the Snow' by The Phantom Pines. The way they performed it is absolutely horrendous but the lyric is to die for.
#dannymay2023#dannymay#dannymay day 3#danny phantom#danny fenton#phandom event#blizzard#mention of dead bodies#danny kinda murdered everyone in amity park#unitentionally#he also avoids the guilt by giving in to insanity#he also kinda hallucinates#winter fairy#no comfort here fellas
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So, I guess I've had an "inner world" for a while. It was a shitty, concrete box with a shitty light. I hated it. That being said, my denial punishes me continuously. I don't know if I'm at the point yet where I can say I'm plural, and it feels like I'm choking on everything just trying to get it out. I have so much internalized hatred towards all parts of me, all of my headmates and my own needs.
I hate myself because I'm not simple, and I have to navigate this already difficult and complicated world in a more complicated way. I hate myself because I was taught that being different or needing things was burdensome to those who were tasked with caring for me. I hate myself because of the echo I've created, parroting the worst of what my parents felt towards me.
I wrote that thing about the fairies because a friend told me that I could change things. I didn't have to be in that stupid concrete box. It still exists, and sometimes I forget that I can leave it or change it and I feel stuck but I did change it. I did it.
It doesn't have to be this hard, this scary, this heavy.
I don't know if I can really... comfortably talk about our plurality or my experience with it. I feel like I'm fighting this so hard and I don't know how not to yet.
My partner said he believes he's met/hung out with three or four different headmates, and while I think he's not lying how do I know I'm not?
I'm rambling and slipping kinda back into denial again. dang.
anyways, how do I found out these punks names? can we arrange a resident meeting or some shit? this seems like an inefficient system (pun? pun.)
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