#dying raptor laughing time
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Memories
Depictions of death and abuse
I remember being called inside a room by a man. I was unconfortable, but obeying was my duty. It was either that or dying, and I can't die, not when I can still live with him.
Inside the room, the man was sitting on the bed, giving an eerie smile. He looked at me, seeing every part of my body, licking his lips. I knew what he wanted, it was not uncommon.
"Come here child" My stomach hurt and filled with disgust, but I had to hold it, I had to obey. I walked close to him and slowly took my clothes out.
The mansion was pretty calm, no sound could be heard aside from the humans talking to eachother. Maids and Butlers were serving people on the room. I could see that most were doing their jobs, but I haven't seen L, O, Y, and S since yesterday.
They were probably slacking off again, like they always do. In the distance I see a little girl, sadly walking by the other humans. The girl sees me and runs towards my direction.
"Hey J" The girl waved to me. Her expression getting brighter, with a smile forming on her mouth.
"Hello Miss Tessa, what is your order?" I say with a stern tone.
"I don't have any orders now. I just want to talk" She said, leaning on the balcony, on our side.
"I'm afriad I can't do that Miss. I have a job to do right now" I take a plate with food and drinks.
"Aw, c'mon J. There are so many alredy doing their tasks. One less isn't going to break everything" She said with sad eyes, placing her hands together on the side of her cheeks.
"I'm sorry Miss, but I can't, there are alredy four slacking off. On that note, I'm sorry to ask this to you, but could you tell someone to catch the four slacking drones?"
"You don't need the formality with me J, you know that, but who are the slaking?"
"L, O, Y and S. They are probably in the basement" She said, as she made her way to serve those rich bastards.
I start walking. J did ask me to order a drone to check them, but I don't want to, so I'm gonna see it myself. On the way there, I walk by my parents room. It seems that they are having another argument, so better walk as fast as I can.
I hear the sound of door opening. My heart feels the grip of fear, my blood turning cold, making me shiver.
"Tessa! Come here, right now" My ftaher screams are loud and full of force. I know he's not asking, and I know what's going to happen. I see a little butler drone, helping a maid drone with glasses walking down the hall.
"N, V! Could you guys check the basement and library for 4 drone?" I scream, before my arm is grabbed by my father. I can smell the alcohol he has been drinking, vodka.
James throws his daughter inside the room and locks the door behind him. I look at V with a worried face. This wasn't the first time this happened, but it never ended well. We could only hope for the best.
"I'll check the library. You go check the basement" V said.
"Are you sure. Doesn't it hurt to-"
"Shut up. I can go to the library" V said as she pushed me with a little blush on her visor, walking away stumbling a bit. It clearly hurts, but why does she deny my help? Am I really that annoying to her?
I forget that and walk to the basement. This place always creeped me. Some drones say that the Elliots make experiments down here. Raptor drones, crown drones, all type of weird crap.
Most just laugh it off, but can they trully deny that the Elliots could do that one day?
I open the basement door. The stair down is completely dark, like always. A lot of accidents happened here, because of this darkness...
Good job N, now you're more afraid than before. Why do you always do that?
I can feel the cold in my metal skin, it makes this place even more sinister. Descending the stair a little more, I smell the putrid smell of dry oil.
Why is there dry oil here? Did something happen to a drone? Did someone do something to a drone? Or... Did a drone do something to themselves?
My legs start to give up. The fear makes my body weak, I feel the pressure getting stronger, the air getting thicker, the smell getting worse. My stomach moves from place to place, wanting to spill out the liquid it produces, but I hold it in.
When I reach the end of the stairs, my eyes hollow. On the ceiling there is four chain, four arms being held in each of them. The floor is covered in oil, it sticks my foot to the ground. I can't hold in any longer. Whatever was inside of me, is thrown out.
My vomit mixes with the oil on the ground, making a pond of disgust. I have to get out of here, fast!
When I look back, I see that the basement door is closing. I try to reach it, but my light is cut short.
I walk to the library with a lot of effort. I hate this place, I hate humans. They're all pigs that should be exterminated!
Unfortunaly I can't do anything. I'll live like this and die like this. At least I caan by N's side. That is if he doesn't give up on me.
Why am I always so rude to him? He's always nice and kind, but me? I'm a monster. I push him away as if he was disposable drone, as if he doesn't matter.
If things keep going like this... Let's just get the drones and go back to doing our duty.
I enter the library. The bookshelves are huge, reaching the ceilings. Looking from down here it doesn't seem that they have an end. There is a variety of books here, from phylosophy to math. Everything can be found here, but no one ever comes.
I continue walking, looking for any drones that might be here. On the end of the library, I see a little worker, fuck, it's C.
Always acting strange. There's something wrong with them. It seems that they are doing something, must be them that I was sent to find, since there are no more drones out here.
I walk closer to C, but something takes my attention. There's a black liquid, it smells like oil, dripping from the desk C is in. Are they cutting themselves?
Before I walk to them. C turns to face me.
"Hello V. Evil smile" I back away a bit.
"H-Hey. I think the Elliots are calling you" C looks back at the desk.
"Giggle. I wanted to have a talk with them" C gets up and jumps from the chair.
My eyes hollow. No, this can't be, this can't be real. On the desk C was in, I see N's head, oil dripping from his decapitated neck. His visor showing a red warning, with some wires coming out of his head.
I start walking back. This can't be happening. I look at C, but they were alredy gone. Why did they do this? Why N? Why?
"Evil laugh. The reason is pretty simple S I S T E R"
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Graduation
DWC November 2022 Day 3: Forest/Mortality @daily-writing-challenge
It was a very special day, and the amphitheater was full of families and friends of the young Zandalari who would leave the schools of their youths to choose their paths into adulthood, and officially swear themselves to a guiding Loa. Some would go even further than that, joining the priesthoods that served the Loa directly, and guided the Zanadalari through life. Ghorren sat up tall, trying to see if he could spot his girl among the crowd of lanky young trolls, but they all wore identical robes in preparation for the ceremony, and he was too far away for a good view.
"Not even her dyed hair lets her stand out in those damned things" he muttered to himself, slouching down in frustration. "When are they starting again?"
His sister-in-law Ulabi punched him and laughed. "Aw, look at the big soft papa, excited for his girl to become a woman. The ceremony should be starting soon." Ulabi sighed, then turned to him. "Are you sure you're okay with this? I know things have changed a lot since the horde came to Zandalar, but this..."
"I'm sure, Ulabi. This is not something Anwé chose in a moment of frustration or moodiness. Losing her mother, growing up through all the changes that have come to our people, all of that chaos, and this is what she found to ground herself. What helps her make sense of it all. We may have thought the forsaken fashion was a phase, but we were wrong."
"Still, the family has never had a priestess of Bwonsamdi before," Ulabi muttered, clearly unconvinced.
"He may be a trickster, but I know he cares about us just as much as the other Loa. He protected our people from the terrors of the shadowlands at great risk to his own divine being, Yizbei included. I think that is a big part of what resonated with our dear Anwé." Ghorren smiled, then looked to his other side, where his younger daughter Qirra was humming to herself and drawing another picture of the family, more seriously than usual. Peering over her shoulder, he saw the whole family in the portrait, and she'd saved her big sister for last, and was putting a great deal of effort into the detail. "Hey there little raptor, you excited to see your sister wearing your handiwork out there?"
Qirra looked up at him in grinned, her cheeks finally starting to narrow as she entered her adolescence. "The tattoo lady said my designs were 'inspired'! Anwé is going to look so good!" she beamed, proud to be part of her sister's big day.
A ringing gong announced the beginning of the ceremony, as Queen Talanji stepped forward to give her speech, speaking of the importance of Zandalar's youth, and continued unity both among the trolls and with their horde allies. With that done, the young trolls stepped forward one by one, to swear to their Loa, and announce their intended profession. As they did, the Loa emerged from the jungles, Gonk and Pa'ku, Halazzi and Krag'wa, and of course Bwonsamdi, the loa of death and patron of the Queen. Others were represented by their most devout followers, unable to make the journey, or in the case of Torga and Gral, unable to leave the ocean. Each would receive their new followers in time, as the young trolls would go forth in Pilgrimage. Half an hour later, the moment Ghorren awaited finally arrived.
"Anwé, daughter of Yizbei." the priest called, and his daughter stepped forward, pulling down her hood, and revealing her black and purple hair, and the tattoo'd bones worn proudly on her face.
"I, Anwé, daughter of Yizbei and Ghorren, hereby devote myself to the Loa of Death, Bwonsamdi, and intend to serve among his priests!"
Ghorren's heart soared to hear his daughter take this step, her confidence and purpose found after years of difficulty in the wake of all the changes. The priests of Bwonsamdi congratulated her as she went to stand among them for the rest of the ceremony, and prepared to begin her true calling.
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Mr. L is Back in Action; did you miss me?
Phantom Thieves Au part 3
It was a special night for the mushroom kingdom. Princess Peach was holding a Gala to announce the new Royal Desert Emerald. A magnificent emerald about 5 inches tall and 5 inches wide at the top. The perfect sized gem to fit in the palm of one’s hand. It’s worth more than the kingdom itself. And that's why it was the perfect item to steal for Mr. L's debut as the new villain of chaos for the heroes of the lands. Afterall, better go big or go home.
The Gala was being held in the Castle and thousands of people from all over the lands were there including royalty from other kingdoms. Princess Peach and Mario were talking to the creator of the gem as they got ready for the unveiling of the precious gem that was hidden in a glass box under a velvet tarp. Up above in the raptors was a figure hidden in the shadows observing the crowd below.
“Are we clear to move? I got eyes on the power systems.” came a male voice from the person's ear piece. In the back of the castle Prince Peasley, who was in a black suit, can be seen looking at the power machinery.
“I don't know how much more of this social event I can take, Boss. I’m heading off to distract obstacles 1 and 2.” scoffed a female voice.
Down below Princess Daisy, who was in a floor length black dress with a slit made, her way to Mario and Peach.
“Lil’ P, wait till Lady D is distracting Mario and Peach then go ahead and cut the power. Lady D, make sure to tackle them in false fear to keep them back. I’m gonna need a time frame of at most 10 seconds to get the gem. Be prepared for the plan to fail and go off the rails.” The mysterious figure responded.
“Hey, Mario. Hey, Peach. How much longer till the reveal. I’m dying to see why you brought us all here.” Daisy smiled as she walked over to them.
“Oh, hey Daisy. We’re almost ready. Just got a few more minutes till the unveiling! I’m so glad you could make it.” Peach beamed as she side-hugged Daisy.
“It was my pleasure.” Daisy laughed.
“It’s too bad Luigi couldn’t come. Shame he got a really nasty cold this morning.” Mario sighed.
“Yeah, it would have been fun if he came. I don't really like socializing with all these people here and he would have been a great excuse to avoid others.” Daisy pouted.
Suddenly the power shuts off and gasps and screams can be heard all over the ballroom. The sound of glass shattering is heard as glass rains to the ground below and a figure falls from above right onto the case holding the diamond. The only lighting in the room is from the moon.
“What's happening?” Daisy yells as she crashes into Mario and Peach.
“I don't know…” Peach says as she tries to get up.
“Is it an attack by Bowser? Who is that?” Mario questions as he notices the figure near the hidden gem.
A chuckle is heard as the figure, who seems to be wearing green and black, removes the tarp and smashes the glass to grab the emerald. “Who am I? Why, I am the magnificent Mr. L and I’m here to ruin your wonderful night. Such a pretty gem I think I might just make it mine.”
Mr. L salutes them before jumping up while shooting a grappling hook up into a helicopter that appears above. “I’d love to stay and chat but places to see, places to go. I’m sure a hero such as yourself understands that.” As the grappling hook pulls him up he shouts, “Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. L bids you a good night.”
Mario manages to get Daisy off of him and Peach and jumps up yelling, “Not so fast! You won't get away with this if I have anything to say about it.”
Mario runs off out of the ballroom and out of the castle to pursue the helicopter. He figures if he jumps from tree to tree to hill he might catch up with the helicopter and the escaping villain… sadly he didn't seem to understand just who he was chasing.
“You’re awfully persistent, huh? Well, guess it's as good a time as any to try out my new toys!” Mr. L laughed.
As Mr. L finally got into the helicopter, two circular objects flew out of the helicopter and headed straight for Mario. They were shiny, black, metallic balls with green lights that were the size of apples. Mario tried to dodge them but they just turned and followed him.
“Seriously?! Your stupid toys wont stop me from stopping you-” Mario shouted as he chased after the helicopter only to break off with a scream as the two gadgets hit him in the back.
The two balls sent out nanotech ropes that bound him and sent out electric currents to subdue him.
“You were saying?” Mr. L laughed over the helicopter’s speakers. “Better luck next time hero!”
The helicopter slowly left Mario’s sight as he growled and struggled in his bonds. Mario was so mad Mr. L got the best of him. And how was that even possible?! Mr. L shouldn’t exist! He died back during the chaos heart fiasco and Luigi should have control of his body… was luigi being possessed or did Dimentio bring Mr. L back? Unlikely seeing Dimentio killed Mr. L and that wouldn’t end well for him if he did bring him back. So, was it a fake? A copycat? It for sure couldn’t be Luigi. Luigi was sick. Besides, Luigi couldn’t pull something like this off. He’s too soft and sensitive to do this. No, it has to be some copycat or clone of Mr. L.
Mario sighed as he relaxed, knowing he would have to wait for Princess Peach to get him out of the bindings. Unfortunately right as he relaxed a robot landed near him and heaved him over its shoulders. “Damn it, let me go you stupid machine- ahhhh!”
The robot sent a shock through him and said, “Quiet hero and stop struggling. Resistance is futile.”
Meanwhile back with Mr. L
After Mario was taken cared of, Mr. L sighed with relief and activated his ear piece as he headed for the pilot’s cabin. “Mission success. Lil’ P, get back into the crowd before they realize you are missing. Lady D, help Princess Peach find her missing hero. I have a feeling he’s gonna be in a sticky situation. I’m gonna make sure Luigi is found safe and sound in his house so they don't suspect me.”
Mr. L sat down in the co-pilot’s seat and glanced at the pilot, Gooigi. “Activate L-bot S-23. He needs to make sure our other heroes are too busy saving Mr. Jumps Alot to worry about us.”
A big green, humanoid robot flew out of the helicopter and right for Mario. Mr. L tosses the emerald into the air a few times before pocketing it. Mr. L smiled as he leaned back with his legs crossed and his arms behind his head. He laughed. He did it. He actually did it. And it felt good. The adrenaline rush he got from that heist! And defeating his brother, Mario? He never felt so alive. So fulfilled. For once he was not below Mario. For once Mario was below him. For once he was something instead of nothing. He had a purpose in life that wasn't being Mario’s doormat of a sidekick. For once he would be noticed and taken seriously… even if the people didn't realize it was Luigi they were paying attention to.
Back with the Princesses
“We have to go after Mario! What if he can't take him on?” Peach said with worry.
Daisy looked up at Peach after receiving her orders from Mr. L. “Well than, lets go save his stupid hero butt.”
The two princesses ran out of the castle and towards the direction of destruction caused by Mario carelessly running through the trees and land. They eventually came across a note on the ground that was black with a green stylized L on it.
“Where is Mario? The damage seems to end here.” Peach sighed.
Daisy picked up the note and said, “Hey! This note has an L on it and coordinates. Maybe it's a clue to where Mario is?”
“And where do they lead to?” Peach worried.
“If I’m not mistaken, these coordinates are nearby, close to the sap trees.” Daisy exclaimed.
“Wait… the sticky trees? Are you sure?” Peach hesitated.
“Yep, that's the place.” Daisy beamed.
“Great.” Peach sulked as they headed off towards Mario’s location. “Just great.”
After about 20 minutes of walking they reached a giant tree with a struggling bond Mario attached to it via purple goo. He was squirming and screaming behind a green cloth that was covering his mouth.
“Mario? Mario?!” Peach yelled as she ran towards him. “Daisy, help me get him down!”
Daisy shrugged and walked over to help Peach get Mario free. She decided to start off with pulling the makeshift gag off him.
“Thanks, Daisy. Gah, I hate that guy. I don't know if its the real Mr. L somehow possessing Luigi or if he’s a clone or fake. But I hate him. And his stupid robots! One of them tied me to this tree! And these stupid ropes wont stop shocking me when I try to escape them!” Mario ranted.
“You don't really think Mr. L is possessing Luigi, do you? I mean, he was really sick so I doubt Mr. L could pull this off in his body. The clone idea sounds better… or him being a fake. It’s not like Mr. L can get his own body, right?” Peach replied as she got the bindings off of Mario.
“He could get his own body if magic was involved but the only person I know of that could do it wouldn't do it for his own safety. Afterall, bringing back to life someone who you killed isn't the brightest idea.” Mario responded. ‘Than again, maybe the chaos heart brought him to life in his own body right after we stopped Dimentio and he has just been hiding all this time, biding his time.”
Daisy realized she could use this to throw them off Luigi’s tail and said, “You know, I remember seeing a goth looking Luigi once or twice a few years back following us around, but I always thought I was seeing things.”
“So he has been around for a while. Great, just what we need. An evil, megamind wannabe version of Luigi running around.” Mario scoffed.
To be continued…
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🦀 time for crab 🦀
today i summoned 63 crabs! look at them!
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#time for crab#Okay staff done a good job on April's Fools that I'm laughing my ass off#Hearing honks while typing is killing me!#dying raptor laughing time#AND MY GOD ALL THESE CRABS!
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Why are you running?
(read on ao3)
Pairing: Hawks x gn!Reader
Rating: SFW
Warnings: bird traits/instincts
hawks/raptors have this instinct to chase and attack if you turn your back on them, so what if you accidentally trigger it 👀
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The sun was dipping low on the horizon, sending amber rays of light between the tightly packed skyscrapers. You shield your eyes from the light as you step out of the convenience store, your groceries in hand. After you take a moment for your eyes to adjust, you note a small crowd gathering just up the sidewalk from you. And from the center of it sprouts a large pair of crimson wings.
It’s a dead giveaway, those wings were plastered everywhere across the city, on billboards, on buses. There’s no escaping Hawks’ image.
As you watch on, the man himself suddenly hovers above his adoring fans, stretching out his impressive wing span leisurely. Leaving you with a perfect view of his wind tossed hair kissed with dying sunlight and a lopsided smile on his lips.
It makes your heart clench as you look on with awe. He’s so effortlessly beautiful it hurts to look at him. It’s also incredibly intimidating. How can those fans just talk to him like it’s nothing. You couldn’t even imagine.
Your staring must have caught his attention as suddenly his gaze turns and locks onto yours. You feel your stomach lurch, frozen with embarrassment. Hawks has the audacity to offer you a softer smile, making your cheeks heat up instantly.
Your brain screams at you to leave now. Your shyness urging you flee the unexpected attention. So you sharply turn your back to the crowd, and the gorgeous Pro Hero, and hurriedly make your escape.
Without consciously knowing why, you take a final glance over your shoulder. Even with Hawks’ signature visor over is eyes, you can see his pupils dilate, nearly completely blown black before constricting to tiny pin pricks in a split second. His smile has fallen from his face, leaving behind a cold blankness. A shiver runs through you and a cold sweat breaks out under your collar.
Your brain unhelpfully supplies, “Haha, I’m in danger!” Adrenaline courses through your veins and you run. A full sprint down the sidewalk in panic. It’s a ridiculous response in hindsight, but you’ve never seen such an inhuman look on Hawks’ face.
You barely make it a few feet before you feel a gust of wind behind you and suddenly your vision is nothing but red. Massive wings envelope you entirely as powerful arms lock around your waist, almost bruising in their strength. You’re dragged to your knees as the body behind you curls over your spine. You feel the prickle of stubble against your neck and jaw, hot puffs of breath against your skin. You’re utterly trapped.
All logical thoughts are thrown out the window with your heart thundering against your ribs. You don’t dare move a muscle.
An indiscernible amount of time passes before you hear a huffed laugh next to your ear, making you shudder.
“Well, isn’t this embarrassing, damn. I’m really sorry about all this. Are you alright?” Hawks says in a tight voice as he slowly releases you from his grip.
You’re shaking as you awkwardly stumble to your feet, Hawks aiding with a gentle, gloved hand on your elbow. When you finally get the courage to glance at his face, your heart does a somersault in your chest. A light blush dusts the bridge of his nose and the apples of his cheeks. He has a hand behind his head sheepishly, using the other to steady you on your jelly-like legs.
“I haven’t done something like that since I was a teenager in training,” he admits, bashfulness coloring his voice.
“…and what was that exactly?” You finally find your voice, wincing inwardly at how shaken it sounds.
“Oh you know, like…bird stuff? Well, hawk stuff? Like predator instinct?” Hawks shifts from foot to foot, looking anywhere but you.
“Like...you thought I was prey?”
“No! No, it’s not like that. Well, I mean kind of. But not really? It’s hard to explain. You turned your back and I just…couldn’t help myself. I’m really sorry. Did I hurt you at all?” Seeing this level of uncomfortableness on Hawks was so jarring from how he normally carries himself in the public eye. It was like all of his confidence was parred away.
“I’m okay, really. Just gave me a fright, that’s all.” You’re really trying your best to sound casual, adding a weak laugh to hopefully defuse the tension.
He humors you, offering a half-hearted smile as he stoops down to gather up your groceries that you didn’t notice had spilled across the sidewalk.
"Well, if you’re sure you’re okay, I should be off. A hero’s job never stops.”
And with that he’s gone, taking off into the sky. You stand there dumbly on the sidewalk in shock for a few beats.
You then hear murmuring, whispering, and the click of photos being captured. Horrified, you realize Hawks’ fans were watching everything and recorded every second of it. You curse under your breath as you start rushing home, ignoring the growing crowd behind you. If Hawks wasn’t going to eat you alive, the internet certainly was.
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Get it together, Hawks. What the hell was that?
The winged hero cursed at himself with gritted teeth and a furrowed brow as he shot across the sky. He shouldn’t have done that. He was trained not to do that. The Commission pushed him hard to ignore the animalistic pull to hunt and another traits they deemed unsightly or dangerous. And he had gotten good at suppressing those instincts. He passed all of their tests and drills after years of intense training. He never had a slip up since starting his Pro career.
His mind was racing as he tried to pin point what made him react like that. Did he let his guard down? Got too comfortable in the moment?
He thought of the way you trembled in his arms, immobilized with fear. The thundering of your panicked heart and the quiver of your voice. A shiver crept down his spine, making his hair and feathers stand on end. He liked it. The thrill of it all lighting up parts of his brain long neglected.
A frustrated growl escaped his lips, lost to the roar of the wind around him. He really shouldn’t be entertaining those thoughts, even for a moment. He felt gross.
He dug his phone from his pocket, sending a text to his PR manager. The least he could do was give them a heads up. Though pictures and videos of the whole incident were probably already circulating. His PR team had their work cut out for them, it was a seriously bad look for the hero.
Almost immediately after he sent the text his phone buzzed angrily with replies from his team and an incoming call from the Commission. His heart sank to the pit of his stomach. It was going to be a long night.
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The days following were a nightmarish blur of embarrassment and anxiety. Your brief brush with Hawks was plastered across every social media platform. You couldn’t escape all of the memes and GIFs. You wanted nothing more than to blink from existence.
Most people thought the whole thing was funny, even wishing it was them tackled to the sidewalk by Hawks. Your coworkers teased you mercilessly, constantly asking if you at least got his number afterwards.
There weren’t many, but a few comments filled you with anger. They were using this to fuel for their hatred towards those with heteromorphic quirks. They claimed that this proved they were dangerous, nothing more than animals. Which, of course, was ridiculous.
But you did your best to keep your head down and ignore the notifications on your phone. You kept reassuring yourself that this would all blow over soon. And sure enough by the end of the week the internet was distracted by “leaked” selfies of Hawks in grey sweatpants, posing in front of a bathroom mirror.
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Hawks had just started an early morning patrol as he glided and weaved through the streets. He’d been taking on extra hours lately, finding it easier to distract himself on the job rather than staring at his bedroom ceiling. Who needed sleep anyway. If he stopped, all he could think about was you. The fear on your face. Your frantic pulse against his skin. Guilt gnawed away at him. He didn’t want to scare you, what type of hero would he be if he did.
Instead of dwelling on the thoughts eating at him, he focused on the streets below him. It was relatively quiet, only a scattering of people going about their lives. He swooped lower, maneuvering between lamp posts just for his own entertainment. He pulled up short abruptly, nearly smacking into one of them.
His heart lurched in his chest, recognizing you immediately as you made your way down the street. He had a little mental battle with himself. Half of him wanted to talk to you, just reassure himself that you were truly okay after all this madness. The other have was telling him to leave you alone, that he’d only made it worse.
After hovering awkwardly for a few moments he made his decision. He made a show of circling ahead of you before landing, trying not to startle you.
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Having Hawks appear in front of you was the very last thing you expected on your walk to work. You had convinced yourself that you’d never see him again and that, even if your paths crossed, he wouldn’t want to be seen with you.
Yet here he was, with a charming smile on his face and feathers gleaming in the sun.
You approach him cautiously, pulling out your earbuds. “Um, hi?” you start apprehensively, not sure what the hero could possibly want from you.
As you catch up to him he starts walking beside you, joining you on your commute. His wing stretches out behind you and curls around your side. Smart, you think. Even if the two of you catch someone’s eye, you were largely blocked from view.
It’s comfortably warm beneath his wing, with your shoulders brushing against each other as you walk. Your heart speeds up a little, being this close to him is a little overwhelming. Especially with the memory of him being pressed over you still fresh in your mind.
“So, I wanted to start over, if that’s alright with you. I don’t think I gave you the best first impression,” Hawks explains, his eyes fixed ahead.
“Definitely a memorable one,” you quip lightheartedly. You were more mortified by all of the unwanted attention. You knew deep down you were never in any real danger.
Hawks snorts, making you glance at him. You watch him roll his eyes. “Not my best moment. I’m really sorry I scared you so badly. I swear I’m not going to hurt you, or anyone.”
It makes you pause as you stare at the side of his face. “I know you wouldn’t. And you didn’t even leave a mark. We can just say it was a...weird, unexpected hug. Leave it at that.”
Hawks’ gaze catches yours for a brief moment before looking away quickly, a serious look sliding onto his features. “You know that’s not what it was.”
“I know but...I’m not going to judge you for your bird stuff, or whatever it is. You’re still human. Even with the wings. We all have weird, awkward tendencies. I’m a mess of them too, and I don’t even have a Quirk. You’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.
“So don’t beat yourself up too much,” you say, gaining a bit of confidence the more you speak. “You’re not a monster.”
Silence stretches between the two of you, both lost in thought. You surprise yourself when you are the first to break it.
“Besides, I thought we were starting over. I’m y/n,” you begin, nudging his shoulder with your own as you offer him a warm smile.
“I’m Hawks, but you already knew that. Say, why don’t I treat you to some coffee. There’s this great little cafe not far from here. They have these pastries that are to die for. Trust me, you’ll love it!” The hero chatters away, with you still safely tucked away under his wing.
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Foodcoma
Day 26
Welcome to the 2021 Christmas Writing Challenge! Big thank you to Steph @toomanystoriessolittletime for putting this together!!!
Summary: You make Zach Christmas dinner.
Pairings: Zach Wellison x Reader, Zach Wellison x You
Fandom: Brothers & Sisters
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 382
Warnings: Homelessness, fluff…Let me know if I missed anything!
A/N: Sorry this is short…kind lost steam on these lol. Tomorrow’s is much longer!
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“Ugh,” Zach groaned from the couch. You smiled to yourself as you packed up the last of the food.
“You alright there, babe?” You called out to him.
“I think I’m dying,” he lamented.
“Really?” You laughed.
“I can’t even remember the last time I ate that much food,” he moaned. “It was so damn delicious, I couldn’t stop.” You walked over and nudged his hip with your own. He scooched over a bit to make room for you to sit beside him. He was stretched out on the couch in blissful agony.
“You gonna survive?” You asked amused.
“Barely,” he whined. You shook your head lovingly.
“C’mere,” he whispered. You lay down and nestled yourself into his side. “That’s better.” He sighed in contentment. You ran your hand slowly up and down his chest. You felt pretty full too. You had outdone yourself this year with the Christmas feast. Knowing Zach’s history, you couldn’t help yourself. This wasn’t his first Christmas since he got himself off the streets, but each year had been pretty sparse. He still worried he would end up homeless again, so he scrimped and saved every penny. You wanted to spoil him… you wanted him to enjoy every minute of Christmas, so you went all out and made him the best damn Christmas dinner anyone had ever seen.
“Baby, that was amazing,” he said softly. “Thank you so much for doing all this. Over the last few years I started to hate Christmas. I’d see people blow money frivolously on items they would hardly use. I saw food going to waste and people not appreciating all they had. It made me cynical and hateful.” You hummed sadly. “But this year, with you, has been amazing. You’ve shown me what Christmas is really about.”
“And what’s that?” You asked.
“Being with the ones you love,” he answered. “And eating yourself into a coma, apparently.” You both laughed. You were really tired after all that food.
“How about a nice Christmas nap?” You suggested.
“That sounds absolutely perfect,” Zach agreed. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over the two of you. You snuggled into him and sighed happily. You both drifted off to sleep, content in the arms of the one you loved.
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Iris
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Word Count: 1,263
Summary: Bucky has a rough night and afterwards he needs some reassurance.
Author’s Note: This is for the HBC’s @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 hour surprise drabble challenge: Inspired By Song Titles and @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan Hamilton Lyric Challenge and the prompt: I’m never gonna stop from Guns and Ships. Also, my beautiful friend @nano--raptor had sent me a request for a Bucky fic based off of the song Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls so I thought it was perfect for this. I love this song and I hope you love this! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤❤❤ PS I PROMISE IT ENDS HAPPY :)
Warnings: Angst at first but it’s soft and filled with love and the end is fluffy mostly and it has a happy ending! :)
“Steve. Steve!” You hear him fumbling with the doorknob and you wait with a knot in your stomach for him to open the door. He yanks it open, almost too hard, and stands there looking disheveled and half asleep. “What? What’s wrong y/n?” Your fingers hurt from wringing your hands together and your voice is hoarse from crying, “I can’t find him. I don’t know where he is.”
Steve’s forehead crinkles in worry and he takes your hand, pulling you in for a hug. “When did you see him last?” Your body shakes with your tears and Steve patiently waits while you to catch your breath. “Everything seemed fine last night. We had dinner, watched a movie and read together before bed. But then he had a nightmare. He hasn’t had one is so long. And when I woke him up, he looked so scared and broken. I thought he had gone back to sleep but when I woke up this morning he was gone.”
You can feel Steve’s shoulders sag, your own already bowed under the weight of your worry, “ok, it’s ok. I think I know where he might be.” Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand you sniffle loudly and pull Bucky’s hoodie tighter around your body. “Just gimme a minute to change.” You nod and wait on the couch. Your heart is in your throat and you try to stop your body from trembling with each breath.
“Ok. Come on.” Steve leads you out the door and onto the street. He walks fast, his arm looped through yours and his hands in his pockets. When you reach the small park Steve stops and looks down at you, his eyes soft, “he loves you. More than anything. You have to remind him that you see him for who he really is.” You squeeze his hand, “thank you Steve.” He watches you walk into the park, “call me if you need anything. I’m not far.” You wave and turn the corner, sucking in a breath when you see Bucky sitting on a bench, his head dropped low.
“Bucky?” You can barely hear yourself over the beating of your own heart but when he looks up it’s as if everything comes back into focus. He stands and starts to move toward you, his long legs making the trip short as you launch yourself into his open arms. He holds you so tightly to his chest you can’t breathe but this time it doesn’t feel like you’re dying, it feels like home.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He says it over and over and you hold onto him like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. “I shouldn’t have left. I’m just scared. I’m still broken. I can’t lose you.” You can feel his large body shake with emotion and your heart breaks all over again. “Bucky. I love you. I love you more than anything in world. I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
He walks you to the bench and sits down, pulling you into his lap, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. I want to be everything you need but I’m afraid people will think I’m not good enough. They only see me as one thing.” The tears that fall from his eyes match your own and you touch his face, brushing the stubble that lines his cheeks before gently running your thumb along his lips. “I see you Bucky. I see every piece of you, and I know who you are.” Your hand slides down his neck and rests against his chest, over his beating heart.
His metal hand covers yours, his thunderous heartbeat slowly becoming steadier, “I don’t wanna go home yet. Can we stay a bit longer?” Your lips touch his in a barely there kiss, your eyes locked on his, “I want to be wherever you are Bucky. You’re all I need.” His lips are warm when they meet yours, his hand curling into your hair and tugging you closer. “Bucky, I love you. I’m never gonna stop.”
Resting his forehead to yours he lets the words sink in and wash over him. When his eyes meet yours again, they look clearer and more alive. “Thank you. Thank you for loving me.” Your brush the hair away from his face and cradle his jaw, stroking your fingers along his cheek, “that’s all I want to do.” He leans into your touch and closes his eyes before he kisses the palm of your hand and curls his own around it.
You sit quietly, just breathing in each other and letting the world melt away. It isn’t until you hear the loud bark of a dog that you lift your head, smiling when a large fluff of white bounds toward you. The dog’s tail is wagging a mile a minute and Bucky reaches out to pet her, quickly pulling his hand back when he realizes it’s his metal one. You take his wrist and pull him forward, letting the dog sniff it. The dog’s nose wiggles this way and that before she nudges her head under Bucky’s hand for pets.
Bucky beams and scratches behind the dog’s ears, laughing when she positions her butt between his legs for more pets. “She definitely likes you.” A young man comes rushing over, panting and trying to catch his breath, “I’m so sorry guys! She loves the park and got away from me in her excitement.” You smile brightly and notice he’s wearing a shirt from the animal rescue nearby. “Oh, it’s no problem. She’s an absolute sweetheart! I think she loves my boyfriend.”
Bucky gives your waist a little squeeze and continues petting the dog. “I can see that. It’s great because to be honest she’s been really shy around most men, so this is really good.” It’s hard to tell who’s happier and you ask, “is she available for adoption?” The guy nearly bursts with joy, vigorously shaking his head yes. Bucky looks up, first at you, your eyes excited and hopeful, then to Winter. “Want to take a walk?” You jump off his lap with a squeal and the volunteer hands Bucky the leash, “she’s a great girl. I can tell you more about her while we head back.”
You walk hand in hand with Bucky, listening to Winter’s story and how she came to the rescue. You can tell Bucky is smitten and Winter clearly reciprocates the feeling. His shoulders seem lifted and his smile is genuine. When you reach the rescue Bucky pauses, handing the leash back to the volunteer, “can you give us minute please?” Winter whines but goes inside and Bucky takes your hands in his. Holding your finger to his lips you quickly speak, “before you say anything I just want you to know that dogs are an excellent judge of character.” Bucky smiles and dips his head, “I know. “I just. I need to say this. I love you. You’ve found parts of me that I didn’t know existed and in you I found a love I no longer believed was real.”
It’s hard for you to find the words to respond, your eyes now wet with fresh tears, so you kiss him and hope that all you’re feeling comes through with it. When you finally pull away for a breather, Bucky’s eyes are still closed and he brushes his nose against yours, his whispered “thank you,” telling you everything you need to know. Later that afternoon, you make your way back home, now a family of three.
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Snowl reacting to getting humanfied by one of hat kids various dangerous contraptions
oh my god that sounds hilarious though.
Like even though Snowl is way more physically-formed than your average Snatcher, he's still not used to things like 'being made of meat' and 'knees' and 'needing to breathe' anymore. probably does a weird awkward stance between holding his arms to himself like bird wings and having his hands fisted pretty much all the time (raptor talons just work like that! when you have one held their talons naturally in a loose 'fist' because of what they're built for).
Also the whole having a human spine thing. the first time he pops his neck trying to turn his head around it's like Kid I Think I'm Dying I Broke My Dumb Human Spine (Nevermind that he's being a melodramatic bastard who knows exactly how much force is needed to snap a human spine)
(And also. Brain Juice stuff. completely different set of natural behaviors and hormones (which he has again, unfortunate). The human brain is an absolute marvel of biology! He just doesn't want one. Can u turn this thing off or-)
last extremely important note: due to the statue body Florist is now taller than Snatcher. Yes you can laugh at him, she is too
#ended up putting way too much thought into it but re-humanified Snowl is way too fun#esp given the deliberate differences constructed between Being pov and mortal pov in beingverse#bañana post#get along hat
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For Kerra’s 1st Birthday
So. You know how sometimes we imagine animatics in our heads that we never make? I did that, but I was picturing it in such detail that I wrote it down. I still don’t have the skills to animate or draw it, but I figured it might be a good birthday present for Kerra. :)
I’m a couple weeks or so late (very sorry, Ker!), but I’m counting it as her first birthday present. I’ve been playing this game for over a year now, which isn’t long compared to a lot of you, but I’ve definitely fallen in love with it, and I appreciate the community here on Tumblr, no matter how big it might or might not be. Thanks for a great first year, everyone. Love you guys, seriously <3
(I don’t know if this is going to be something other people are super interested in reading or not, but if you are, go for it--it’s under the cut! :) The song is Dirt Around The Tree by Candi Carpenter, and you can listen to it here or on Spotify if you want. Thanks again, folks. I appreciate you a lot.)
[Introductory music plays over brief intro text. Just before the beginning of the song, the text fades to dense clouds.]
I was born in the fall
[The clouds clear, revealing Caledon. The camera/POV swoops through quickly in the direction of the Grove, with various recognizable places there visible as it does so.]
The season when everything is dying
[Camera continues its swoop. If we look closely, we can see that it’s winter, or at least sometime cool, in Caledon. There’s no snow, but there’s frost, and many trees are missing leaves. Farms and gardens are bare.]
We must know what we're in for
[Camera enters the Grove, skirting past the trunk of the Pale Tree and slowing down by pods of not-yet-awakened sylvari. It settles on one.]
That's why we come into this world crying
[The pod splits open, and Kerra falls out. Nearby sylvari try to help her up, but she scrambles in an uncoordinated fashion to her feet, calling out Caithe’s name.]
My mother always told me life's not fair
[The Pale Tree in the Omphalos Chamber, arms open wide, eyes closed. On the word “life”, the camera cuts to Kerra in “Beneath a Cold Moon”, fighting Tiachren. On “not”, the camera cuts to Kerra standing over bodies, next to Caithe and various Wardens. One of the bodies is Tiachren’s. On “fair”, the camera cuts back to the Omphalos Chamber, but this time to Kerra alone. Caithe and Aife are just barely in the image (their shoulders at most), but the focus is on Kerra’s face—troubled and grieving but not quite crying.]
That's probably why I ran away
[The camera spins back around so that we see Kerra looking at the Pale Tree. This time, she’s flanked by the three sylvari order reps, and Cai—the rep from the Order of Whispers—is holding her hand out. Kerra looks down at it. On “why”, the camera cuts to just their hands, clasped in a handshake. On “ran,” the camera cuts to Kerra and Tybalt on the mission to rescue Demmi. They’ve just opened the door to the room where Demmi was locked up, and Kerra’s holding her hand out to Demmi.]
I don't think that I felt safe at home
[Camera zooms in on Kerra’s hand, going to brush her hair-leaves back. When it zooms back out, we see Kerra sitting next to Rel. They’re on the beaches of the Weeping Isle, and her mouth is open, like she’s saying the song lyrics. She’s more in silhouette here than a clear picture, and the focus is on Rel’s face. His forehead is furrowed as if in concern.]
And I don't think that's ever gonna change…
[Kerra’s face comes into clearer focus, still mouthing the words, but this time she looks straight into the camera for a second. As the camera pans around her head, the landscape behind her changes to an airship. She starts to turn away from the camera on the word “ever”, and by “change”, she’s facing away, and we can see her standing at the front of an airship alongside Destiny’s Edge, flying to confront Zhaitan. Kerra’s wearing a long coat now, brown with just-visible green embroidery, and it flaps in the breeze.]
Tell me, what's at the root of all my guilt and anger?
[The image blurs as the camera zooms towards the ground and under it. We see roots, twisting and shifting, twining together.]
What's in the dirt around the tree?
[The camera pans up, more slowly this time so the image is clear. We exit the ground, passing through the levels of the Grove, ending on the plaza in the center where the Pale Tree’s leaves spiral up towards the Omphalos Chamber.]
Heartbreak runs in the family
[Three images. The first is the Pale Tree, eyes down and half-closed. She looks pained. On “runs”, the image shifts to Caithe, with shiny eyes and a shadowy Faolain behind her, side by side with Trahearne, who’s holding Caladbolg with a gaze that’s both tired and far away. On “family”, the image shifts to Kerra, still in the same outfit from the airship, but with a dark background. Her eyes are wide and unsure.]
That's why I'm still running from me.
[The camera zooms out to show two Kerras, now, separated by just enough distance that they’d have to move closer to touch (so maybe a couple meters or so). The first is Kerra as a sapling, in her sylvari armor, and the second is Kerra in her airship outfit. They each look at the camera. On the word “running”, they turn to each other. On “me”, the second Kerra turns away and takes a step away from the first.]
[On the instrumentals, Kerra steps from the black void into the snow, her bow on her back and Felix beside her. She looks worn and tired, her coat torn. She walks from there into a house with Nisha (with a stack of letters), and she smiles. When she leaves the house, her wardrobe changes from brown to blue, and she walks into Southsun, facing Canach and then meeting with him in his cell after. Other images flow after, briefly—her and Dragon’s Watch facing Scarlet, then the party with the nobles, then facing Aerin. Finally, it settles on them all together before the summit, waiting below the Omphalos Chamber for the dignitaries to arrive.]
I read that trauma is genetic
[The camera pans up to the Omphalos Chamber, which is under attack by the Shadow of the Dragon. We focus on the Shadow first as it roars (on the word “trauma”) and bares its teeth, and then we pan to Kerra’s face on “genetic”. She’s terrified—but she’s terrified of what the Shadow means, not that she can’t defeat it.]
Who was the first to hand it down?
[Brief flashes of scenes again. Kerra briefly trying to help her Mother as menders run towards them on “Who”, Kerra-as-Caithe (and Nisha alongside her) watching Wynne’s confession on “first”, Trahearne giving the order to fire on “hand”, and airships falling over Maguuma on “down”.]
Was it my grandpa or his father?
[Kerra, wearing her HoT clothes, standing beside Canach and Caithe to face Mordremoth, the camera fully focusing on him as of the word “grandpa” and leaving them as silhouettes with weapons at his feet.]
You can't ask someone who ain't around
[Kerra running to Trahearne while he’s trapped in Mordremoth’s vines and hanging above the ground, grabbing his hand in hers. On “someone”, the image melts into Kerra holding Caladbolg out in Mordremoth’s mindscape, alone. She’s pointing it at a large seed, and Trahearne’s silhouette is behind her. She’s protecting him. On “ain’t”, Kerra begins to glow purple, and the image fades to brightness and then Mordremoth’s power exploding through the jungle, like the cutscene in canon, implying his death.]
Tell me, what's at the root of all my guilt and anger?
[Again, like before in the first iteration of the chorus, the camera blurs as we zoom down to roots, shifting and intertwining, but this time we can see clearly that they’re growing, too.]
What's in the dirt around the tree?
[Again, we pan through the levels of the Grove to reach the centerpoint with the spiral branches and leaves of the Pale Tree.]
Heartbreak runs in the family
[And again, we have the three sets of images, but they’re slightly different. The Pale Tree is dimmer, clearly wounded and in pain even if the wounds themselves are not visible. The shadow of Faolain looks like the Mordrem version of her, and Caladbolg is shattered. Kerra’s in her HoT outfit now, with nicks in a few of her leaves. She’s not much different physically, but something in her expression makes her look older.]
That's why I'm still running from me.
[And last but not least for repeats, we enter the blank void again, but there are three Kerras this time—sapling-Kerra, Zhaitan-Kerra, and HoT-Kerra. They all start off looking at the camera. On “running”, sapling-Kerra and Zhaitan-Kerra look at HoT-Kerra, and she looks back at them. On “me”, she turns and takes a step away from them.]
[Instrumentals follow, and the steps turn into a full-on run as she crashes into Canach and Nisha’s arms, laughing. Her outfit switches to her LWS3 one as she swings from their arms to Tarir, watching Aurene hatch and pulling her close. Caithe is in that image too, awe and faint affection on her face. As the deeper strings are overrun with lighter notes, a few scenes flicker by—Lazarus awakening, the battle with Caudecus, Balthazar’s reveal. The strings reach a high note as Kerra is shown on the airship to Elona, her clothes changing again to those she wears in PoF. Vlast’s death is shown, a bright light and Balthazar and crystals, followed by Kerra in Kesho and then a flash of her traversing the desert on her raptor. The notes begin to downswing into the bridge as the battle on the mountaintop comes into focus, Kerra fighting Balthazar hand-to-hand with Caladbolg, and on the final few notes, we see him slash down at her where she’s lying, barely breathing, on the ground. There’s darkness, and on the last note, she opens her eyes in the Domain of the Lost. They’re red.]
I wanna be more than a lost little girl
[Spirit-Kerra takes a step forward. She picks her bow up off the ground on “be”, meeting Nenah’s eyes as her guide gestures towards a hill. Glowing blue silhouettes of memories are visible in the distance, but only just barely. On “lost”, we see the full image of Kerra looking towards the hill, determined.]
I'm gonna grow up someday
[The camera shows Kerra climbing the mountain, past various memory images. Some we’ve seen in the video, some we haven’t. In the last image, right on/after the word “someday”, we can see Caladbolg at Kerra’s side.]
Maybe I'll plant another family tree
[Kerra pauses at a memory of her with her partners. It’s not one we’ve seen before, but they’re all smiling at something or someone the memory doesn’t show. Canach’s arm is around Kerra’s waist, Nisha’s is around her shoulder, and she’s holding them both. On “another”, she reaches out as if to touch it but stops just before she does.]
Somewhere far, far away
[Kerra continues and reaches the top of the mountain. The memory there is Aurene, still very much a baby, desperately trying to protect Kerra, and then being wrapped in chains. She looks at the image for a few seconds, blue light giving her face an eerie cast, before grasping Caladbolg’s hilt and nearly leaping down the mountain on “away”.]
[As the music upswings to the final chorus/verse, Kerra bows to the Judge, slashes through the Eater of Souls, and rushes past a very irritated Joko into the portal back to Tyria.]
Far from the root of all my guilt and anger
[The light from the portal fades into a cloudless sky and a vast desert. On “guilt”, the camera pans over to the mountain where Kerra fought Balthazar. Wisps of smoke still come from it, but they’re faint. We can see figures on the mountain, but not well enough to determine features (though if you’ve played PoF you could guess who most of them are).]
Blood in the dirt and on the leaves
[The words describe what we’re seeing. Kerra’s blood is on the sandy dirt of the mountaintop, and it’s splattered in specks on her hair-leaves and face.]
Tell me, what's at the root of all my guilt and anger?
[On “Tell”, Kerra opens her eyes wide. They’re faint purple, as they should be. On “me” she sits up straight, gasping. As the rest of the phrase plays out, we see what she is seeing as her gaze tracks across her friends. Kasmeer, Rytlock…Canach and Nisha. Kasmeer has a tentative but disbelieving smile on her face. Rytlock looks very much like “what the fuck”.]
Am I who I'm supposed to be?
[There’s a beat while Kerra stares at Canach and Nisha and they stare back at her, but on “supposed”, her partners reach their hands out to her. She looks back at them, wide-eyed, like she’s about to cry.]
Heartbreak runs in the family
[On the musical downswing, the image fades into current Kerra in the blank void. Just her, no one else. She’s sitting on the ground, in clothing that’s damaged and burned, with too-bright eyes.]
That's why I'm still running from me.
[There’s six Kerras in total now, in a line as they’ve been in the previous choruses, but all but the first and the last fade into the background on “me”, leaving just sapling-Kerra and PoF-Kerra to stare at each other across the distance of the blank void. Both sitting, both very different. The distance is much larger than a meter.]
Heartbreak runs in the family
[The three picture sets flash, but this time they’re interspersed with Canach and Nisha moving towards Kerra, and they’re different now. On “Heart-”, the image of the Pale Tree is of her with the Menders, giving them a faint smile. On “break”, we see Canach and Nisha taking a step forward. On “runs”, we see Caithe holding a tiny Aurene in her arms, and they both look overjoyed. Trahearne no longer has Caladbolg and his face is scarred to look half-Mordrem, but he’s standing next to Rel, who’s laughing as he kisses the back of Trahearne’s hand. On “the”, we fully fade back to the mountaintop, and Canach and Nisha take another step forward before throwing Kerra into their arms. At the end of this line, we see Kerra crying and holding them tight, with Kas wiping her own tears away and Rytlock starting to laugh with unexpected relief.]
Why am I still running from me?
[Slowly, the image fades back into sapling-Kerra and PoF-Kerra in the void, staring at each other. PoF-Kerra is still crying, but on “me”, she smiles, too.]
[As the final instrumentals play out, both of them stand up. They run toward each other, and they meet in the middle with a tight hug, burying their faces in each other’s shoulder.]
[THE END]
#kerralind#gw2#happy birthday kerra!!#this song gave me so many her vibes that i came up with a whole animatic that i couldn't draw asdlkfsdf#a very creator vibe i think#and i could say thanks a whole lot more to all of you but seriously: thanks one more time#it's been super nice to get to know you guys and i'm definitely planning on staying :)#my fics#well#kinda; haha#:)#oh also I def should have tagged this with spoilers!! spoilers abound here folks#up to and including pof
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Bunny’s 200 follower event
request: ok this is for my baby, my shawty, my luv xoxo, my bitch, my world, my EVERYTHING 😩 @plutowrites her request was sent in private so imma keep it that way ❣️ please enjoy baby 💓
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I just knew eventually we’d come to this Pluto 😪 let’s address the mental illness that is being with Tsukishima 😪 IM JUST KIDDING PLS
Ok but no fr everything you’re looking for in a relationship? ^ this guy got
Tsuki is so funny idc
He’ll constantly be whispering snarky remarks in your ear about people around you and just absolutely dog on them and it’s SO funny
And sometimes he’ll just look at you after Hinata said something stupid like 😒 and ITS SO HARD TO NOT BURST INTO TEARS
Like this boy is gonna have you in stitches
And he’s so smart with it too like he’s so witty
He’s also the kind of guy where if you’re dying after he said smth he’s gonna look you up and down with a smirk cause he’s proud of himself LMAO
He’s also not clingey but a lowkey simp
Like he’d never in his fucking life admit to being a simp
But the speed at which he flips his phone when he thinks he might have a notif from you
And the way he will listen to the SAME song on rpt in those mf headphones if it reminds him of you
You’re his home screen too AND HIS EARS WOULD BURN SO BRIGHT RED WHEN YAMS FIRST NOTICES IT
Cause he’s using his phone to text his mom or smth and sees the home screen and is just 🤭😳😏 ~tsukiii
And Tsukis just
😒😐😳🙂
“Give me my phone, you can walk home.”
HES JUST SHY ABOUT LOVING YOU OK
Tsukishima is so decisive too I-
You’d be taking like 3 seconds too long to decide and he’d decide for you LMAO
Or you’d just give him a ~look like 😳🥺 and he’d just know and he’d roll his eyes and figure it out LMAO
Pls you’ll be somewhere and won’t know what you want to eat and you’re getting nervous cause your guys turn to order is coming up and he’d just order something for you he’d know you’d like and after just pull you into his side and kiss the top of your head
“You’re such an idiot.”
you’re VERY lucky he’s good at making good decisions LMAO
Ok he is going to be squishing your cheeks literally all the time????
Like you do anything and he’s grabbing your cheeks with one hand and moving your head back and forth while he talks to you in the mocking baby voice ya know?
“Oh you think you’re so smart baby~”
He’s mean but like, it’s ok cause it’s him and it’s h-hot 😦🤢 and he loves you obviously 🙄
 bitch you said banter that borderlines mean? This bout to be your favorite song^ all he DOES is bully
It’s his love language at this point
Your name in his phone is baby 🧡
But he says it’s just your name LMAO
Until you call his phone so he can find it and you see your contact name
Pls bully him about it he deserves it
It does not matter that you’re tall he will call you tiny literally any chance it makes sense
Can you reach things on the top shelf?
Yes
Does he care?
No
And he will grab it for you and be like
You’re too tiny I got it 🙄✋🏼 LMAO
Okok you mentioned you have eczema
One of Tsukis ways of showing he really does love you is taking care of you
He notices you’re getting low on your cream?
He already went to the store to get some for you
You’re having a flare up and feeling a little insecure?
He’s kissing your temple and whispering how beautiful you look today in your ear, hoping you’ll think about the way his hand is running up and down your arm and how he’s breathing down your neck, and the way the skin behind your ear is burning now from the second kiss he placed, rather than the way you’re eczema is making you feel
He’s a little more affectionate in public that day than he normally would choose to be
It’s subtle, things like intertwining your fingers and kissing your hand before pulling you in his direction rather than the way he’d usually hold your pinky and lightly tug you his way
Or coming up right behind you to look at something you’re showing him, towering over you with his chest against your back
“That’s awesome.” He says it sarcastically but still leans down to press a kiss to your cheek
“C’mon let’s get what we actually came for stupid.”
Even when he’s driving you guys there and back his right hand is resting on your thigh instead of the wheel, only moving to adjust the radio
He notices and his solution to bad thoughts is “think of me instead then bitch”
He keeps literally any and everything you’ve EVER made him
You met in highschool and now live together while you’re in college?
He still has those first things you made him in highschool in a little scrapbook album he made after a couple years of being together
Ok he eats the treats you bake in moderation in front of you ,,, but you’ve come across him more than once getting a midnight snack
🍪😦🧍🏻😅
Crumbs around his mouth and all LMAOOO
ok while he wouldn’t understand the basketball obsession completely he WILL put on a Raptors jersey and sit and watch every game with you and love your reactions
He’s even recorded games for you if you were too busy to watch it and then when you have the time to watch it he IS WEARING HIS JERSEY AND TURNING IT ON ALREADY AND YOURE JUST 🥺🤲🏼
But he’s just 😒 don’t make a big deal out of it
He takes things you’ve baked him to lunch every day bye
OK IM GONNA STOP NOW LMAO
Your vibe reminds me of...
Another suitable match for you would be...
(づ￣ ³￣)づ Jean Kirschtein
OK LISTEN THIS WAS SO HARD
I was reading and I was using my brain HARD I almost said Eren but I don’t think he’d be making smart decisions for y’all... and that mf is too indecisive y’all would really get nothing done LMAO
Apparently I just really love you and Jean
Okok ANYWAYS
Literally the most reliable and attentive mf
He’s a MASTER at being a simp without being too clingy
Always buying things you need from the store (he’s a lil bit of a rich boy too cmon now)
He remembers ALL of your favorite snacks and drinks
And when they change he makes a mental note of it
Literally a quarter of his brain is a roladex of your favorite Haribo gummy’s it’s ridiculous LMAO
He absolutely refuses to share things you bake him with literally anyone
God forbid Sasha gets a whiff, he swears he’ll fist fight her
ITS NOT JUST CAUSE ITS GOOD EITHER
He thinks it’s so special cause you made it for ~him so why tf should someone else get a taste 🤨☝🏼
He’s not even a lowkey simp at this point
The way he’d spoil you pls...
Like at some point you’re like Jean I- I only need so many necklaces
Yeah he’ll just move on to the next thing
Ok this a lil saucey but he’s definitely the type to buy you lingerie he wants to see on you
And if you’re feeling nervous or insecure he’s gonna be all over you and saying all kinds of things in your ear since you’re too shy to make eye contact
Your face is buried in his chest and he’s just running his hands down your sides and whispering little things in your ear like how pretty you are for him and how good you are for trying this on for him
ANYWAYS
He would love to bake with you as a date 🥺🤲🏼
I don’t think he’d be that great ... but he tries!!
And he gets to spend time with you, even if you are laughing at him 🖤
Another one who’s a decision maker
He’s gonna ask you more than tsuki would LMAO but ultimately he’s taking charge in the relationship
He just loves you so much pls
Your vibe reminds me of...
Baby I hope I did this justice 😪🤲🏼 I’m literally in love with you they better watch out... 🔪🧍🏻♀️......
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Mistwer Bwarnes
This is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club ‘s 24 Hour Surprise Drabble Challenge: Sweet Treats. I choose Sharing a milkshake coz why not? Sharing is caring uwu
Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader
Warning: None just a dose of sweet tooth aching fluff
WC: 1,458
Summary: You boyfriend is back from his work and end up joining you babysitting a little fan of his.
Sebastian is home! After months of being away on a shoot. That’s why when he suddenly showed up on your front door you couldn't stop yourself from screaming so loud and throwing yourself on his arm making him chuckle as he hugs you tight kissing the top of your head.
“I missed you too Sweetheart.” he said as he put you down and held your face to kiss you on the lips making you moan and cling on him more.
You’re so happy he’s here that you forgot you got a little daredevil in your living room until you heard something crashed. Seb let go of your lips looking at you frowning.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I forgot about him.” you laughed awkwardly and stealing a quick kiss on his lips you pulled him inside your home. “I’m currently babysitting for my sister.” you said as you and bucky stare at a little four year old kid hanging upside down your sofa.
You saw your rose cabbage that is supposedly on your coffee table on your floor. Luckily the plant was not damaged much but the soil is everywhere.
“Lucas, what did you do to Auntie’s plant?” You said tiredly. You love this kid but he’s just super energized 24/7.
"It jumped, Auntie. Sowwie" The kid said fixing himself on the sofa looking at you with his ever so effective puppy eyes. Sighing you went to him to squish his chubby cheeks and kissed his forehead.
"Well it's fine. The plant is alright but next time don't climb tables Hun it's not safe." You told him seriously. "You understand that?? We don't want you to have boo boo right?" And the kid nodded and hugged you tight. You heard Seb chuckling at you being defeated by a kid when he can't win arguments with you. You heard Lucas' little gasp as he saw Sebastian. You know how much of a Bucky fan your nephew is.
"It's you!!!" Lucas said or more likely shouted as he pointed at Sebastian.
"Me?" Your boyfriend asked, confused.
"You're James Buchownun Bwarnes!!!!" He clapped his hands.
"Am I?" Seb smirked as he looked at the kid with warm eyes.
"I know you! You fight bad guys!" He happily explained as he ran to his backpack recovering his little Bucky action figures for sure. He loves showing them off to people.
Seb looked at you, wide grin on his face seeing how excited your nephew is. You just shrugged your shoulders, smiling too as you cleaned up the mess made by the fallen plant the magically jumped. You chuckle.
"Wow. I didn't know your nephew liked Bucky." He said as he helped you out.
"Well, no one can escape the charm Bucky Barnes has specially being played by a wonderful actor." You teased him making his cheeks turn a shade of red.
"You're too good for my ego. I love you sweetheart." He said winking at you.
"I love you too and I have so many things I wanna do with you right now. Sadly I have a promise I need to fulfill to a certain kid." You said as you got up. Seb groaned painfully looking at you with intense eyes. You sent him a flying kiss.
The Mess on the floor is all cleaned up. You set you poor rose cabbage somewhere dry so you can tend to it later without it dying on you.
A little later you heard little footsteps coming towards you. Lucas comes to view with his three toys. A Endgame Bucky toy, 40s Bucky and a Captain America toy, those are his all time favorites.
"Mistwer Bucky!!! Look! I have smol you." He said as he shows Seb a toothy grin.
"Wow, that looks exactly just like me." He said as he kneel down to be on Lucas' level.
You let the two play for a bit as you finish up cleaning and walk to them after more or less thirty minutes.
“Okay boys, time to go.” You said. It’s time to go out and fulfill your promise to Lucas.
The kid excitedly went to get his shoes while Sebastian stood up to hug you from behind.
“What’s up? Where are we going?” He asked as he rained kisses on your nape.
“Stop that, there’s a kid here.” You chuckle. He did what you said but without kissing your cheek before he let go of you.
“So?” He asked as the two of you waited for Lucas.
“Well. I promised him a milkshake this morning. There’s a shop that we love to go to and we are going there now.” you happily told him.
“Sounds fun.” Seb said as he picked up his hat and sunglasses.
“Milkshakeeee!” Lucas said as he walked near the door which made you and Sebastian laugh.
All of you are very excited but not until you reach the store. The hot weather must have attracted lots of customers because its jam packed. You worriedly peaked at Seb and you saw him lover his baseball cap a bit and looking down to hide his face better. You smiled worriedly at him but he only winked at you and circled his left arm on your waist.
“We’ll order and then leave as soon as we are done.” you said to him looking down at Lucas who is excitedly waiting beside you. The line is a bit long but they are moving nicely.
It took you a good twenty minutes until it was your turn and the nice owner Mr. Lopez smiled nicely at your group. You’ve been on his shop for so long that he became your friend.
“Hello there, my favorite customer.: He said as he looks down at Lucas who is looking up at him with sparkly eyes.
“Hello Mistwer Lowpez.” Your nephew greeted waving his hands.
“Hey, looks like a good day for you today.” You said to the sweet old man.
“It is. It must have been very hot out. This is the most customer I have had in my twenty years of business.” He chuckled. “Will you be getting you usual?” He asked and you nodded then looked at Sebastian at your side.
“What will you get sweetheart?” you asked.
“I think I’ll have the same as you guys.” HE said, he still has his head lowered.
“Is he okay?” Mr. Lopez asked.
“Yes, he’s just a little shy.” you teased him which earned you a light pinch on your side making you jump up from the shock and the tickling sensation. “Seb!” you said giggling.
“Bad girl.” he whispered near your ears making you shiver.
Paying Mr. Lopez after he got your orders the three of you moved out of the way so that the next customer can order and you’ll just wait for your drinks to be prepared.
A moment later the three of you were on your way home. Lucas is already drinking his and humming happily as he does not until he tripped on his own feet luckily Seb was quick enough to catch him.
“You okay bud?” he asks as he helps the kid stand up. Lucas was just looking at him in awe.
“You really are a superhero!” he said jumping up to cling on Sebastian’s neck. It makes you laugh and warms your heart at the same time.
“I think I am now…” Seb said as he stood up with your nephew in his arms.
“My milkshake jumped too auntie.” Lucas said pointing at the spilled drink on the floor.
“Oh no…” you said. You can see that Lucas’ eyes are starting to water now. The waterworks are about to come.
“Hey buddy, look you can have mine.” Seb said and you took his drink from the handler you have in your hand and gave it to Lucas who happily accepted it.
“Lucas what do you say?” you asked.
“Thank you Mistwer Bwarnes.” he said grinning widely before he slurped in his drink.
You took yours too and sipped a little before offering some to Seb. He looked at you confused and you moved the straw near his lips and he slowly closed his lips on them and sipped a lot making him cringe when he felt a sting in his head. You and Lucas laughed at him.
“Ugh...brain freeze ow.” he said and the two of you continued walking with you making sure Seb got to drink the milkshake you are now sharing together because he gave his to you nephew who is still in Sebastian’s arms drinking what supposed to be your boyfriend’s drink.
This is not what you planned with Seb’s return but this is soooo much better. You are enjoying your favorite drink with your two favorite guys.
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There is someone on toyhouse that wants someone to make a custom raptor mask. Seems normal until you read that they want to “pay” for it using a few character designs. They also want the maker to pay for the shipping themselves which I haven’t heard of before????? I’m dying laughing at the fact theyre “paying“ for a custom raptor mask using furry pngs help i cant stop laughing I’m going to it die help
surface level this makes sense. a mask would take a long time with a lot of effort - so do character designs, but unfortunately, bcs this is toyhouse, its more likely to be something like this
1 custom raptor mask = two customs made on a base, the designs are unoriginal and lack emotion because they were made to be traded away, manufactured for something other than yknow. having a character.
its especially weird that they want the maker to pay for shipping JNSKDJN thats something that you ask a maker DIRECTLY for. you dont just post randomly like "hi :3 these are my terms if anyone can make something and fit all of them that would b poggers" when like . bestie . no... you hunt for something like that
#people making calls for this kind of stuff has always confused me because if you Really wanted something like this#you would look for a maker that is 1: good at their job 2: has good prices 3: meets your personal terms#instead of just randomly posting on toyhou dot se#[asks]#lutefisk#nordic fish dish#sorry normal mutuals im passionate about furries and how they are payed
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#wip wednesday
since the latest chapter of star trek au continues to elude me (i swear to GOD i’ve been working on it; it’s about 2/3 of the way done and should hopefully be posted in a few weeks), i figured i’d go ahead and post a snippet of one my next projects, a fic i very briefly mentioned in my end of the year wrap-up post: the jurassic world au.
this is an idea i’ve always wanted to work on as a) a HUGE fan of the jurassic park franchise and b) a person who spent years as a dog trainer who was both puzzled and horrified by the raptor training in that movie. while this will probably be The Most Niche Fic of all my Very Niche Fics, i’m super happy with it so far and hope other people will be, too.
currently this project is sitting at about 18k and i’d like to have it completed, edited, and posted within the next few months. until then, enjoy this preview!
Itachi has never been the kind of person that believes in fate. As a boy his father had drilled the importance of hard work into his head, and it had been a lesson Itachi had carried with him long after he realized the man’s guidance wasn’t actually worth all that much. It wasn’t luck or good fortune that had led to Itachi many successes in life. Truthfully, fate had always seemed like a childish concept to him, an excuse for people to hang their hats on when things went wrong in their lives and they weren’t willing to take responsibility for their own actions.
That said, it’s hard for Itachi not to feel some sort of cosmic influence is manipulating his course in life when one day Uchiha Fugaku summons his eldest son into his office at the heart of Isla Nublar. Given his position as the puppetmaster of InGen, it isn’t often that his father actually finds himself on the humid and sandy shores of Jurassic World. But every time he does Itachi feels a familiar, childish pull of anxiety, a little voice in his head that drives himself to push himself to succeed, to please. It’s as if the last four years Itachi has spent almost single-handedly managing this glorified amusement park suddenly vanish in a puff as he meets his father’s judgemental black gaze.
“Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to meet with me,” Fugaku tells him, waving a hand to silently order Itachi to sit. And, as always, Itachi obeys his father’s commands.
“It’s no trouble, Father,” Itachi assures him as he settles into the immaculate white leather chair that no doubt costs half of his yearly salary. “Was there something you needed?”
“Yes and no,” Fugaku replies, which is fittingly ominous for the man. “I wanted to discuss a recent change that Hiruzen is implementing to the park.”
It takes an extraordinary amount of restraint on Itachi’s part to keep his comments regarding the CEO of Jurassic World and the sheer effort he spends weekly cleaning up the man’s air-headed messes to himself. For all the years he’s lived on the island--first as a boy while his father built his career, then as an intern after college, and finally as yet another cog in the Jurassic World machine--he’s regarded Sarutobi Hiruzen with an almost bleak sort of awe. It was shocking to Itachi that a man would possess such power and wealth, yet seem almost clueless when it came to maintaining that empire. Then again, he thinks dryly, perhaps all rich and influential men were nothing more than fools in the end.
Unaware of Itachi’s thoughts on the matter, Fugaku continues, “As I’m sure you’re aware, the board has been planning for sometime now to come up with a new attraction to boost both ticket and merchandise sales.” Of course Itachi is aware of it; it had been his idea in the first place. But, like most of his suggestions regarding Jurassic World, it had been thoroughly steamrolled until a man with more money and respect to his name could repackage it as his own brilliant, brand new invention. Which, as it were, is exactly what Hiruzen is planning to do. “The project has been in the works for a while now, but it’s going to be quite controversial. We thought it best to keep it under wraps until we were certain it was viable.”
“I take it you’re certain now?” Itachi asks, and Fugaku nods.
“We’ve had great success with the assets we’ve created so far, but as long as this park has been in construction there’s been one species that we’ve been unable to successfully replicate. Unfortunately, it’s also the one species that every dim-witted tourist that sets foot on this island is looking for.”
A chill works its way down Itachi’s spine as he guesses, “Velociraptors.”
It’s an idea that’s almost too macabre to even contemplate, let alone execute. For better or worse, the general public’s more than aware of the chaos and bloodshed that led to the destruction of the first park. It’s a shroud that lingers over Itachi’s everyday life, as no matter how hard he tries to maintain order and prioritize safety there will always be someone who looks at him as if he’s a capricious madman.
Because of Jurassic Park’s spectacular failure, the image of the velociraptor--a brilliant and ruthless predator stalking the shadows, picking men off one by one--has captivated the average person’s interest in a way that no other species has. So, ever since that original park, Jurassic World has been chasing the holy grail of a fully operational, successful, and controlled raptor exhibit--and, considering the way his father is currently speaking, Itachi’s sure the board has finally captured that elusive golden ticket.
“You’re correct,” Fugaku says, though at this point the admission isn’t necessary, and with careful muscular control Itachi holds back a frown. Perhaps this is the reason why no one decided to share this information with him despite the fact he’s the Operations Manager for this entire establishment; given the way he’s previously spoken about subjects such as animal welfare and reducing employee hazards, perhaps they sensed he wouldn’t exactly be on board with the wild idea of releasing one of the world’s most dangerous beasts onto the Earth again.
Either way, regardless of his own personal feelings on the decision, Itachi intends to oversee it with the same attention to detail he brings to any other project. “It’s a risky move, but it could prove to be quite lucrative if executed properly,” he eventually replies, evenly as he’s able. “I know in prior years other raptors were bred, but they were culled because they proved to be more trouble than they were worth. What’s changed since then?”
“According to our geneticists, the sequences on the upcoming crop will give them a reduced level of aggression and increased agreeability, though to be honest I’m not convinced that isn’t just smoke and mirrors.” Bleakly, Itachi’s inclined to agree; there was a world of difference between breeding a dog for temperament and trying to strip millions of years of prey drive from a wild--and previously extinct--animal. “Given that I’m not completely sold on their claims, it’s more a question of who has changed than what.”
As if on cue, a knock arrives at his father’s door, and in seconds the visitor’s face appears in the frame. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything,” the man says--at least, that’s what Itachi thinks the man says, because the sight of him alone causes Itachi’s brain to spontaneously stop functioning.
“Not at all,” Fugaku responds, completely unaware of his son’s inner turmoil. “As a matter of fact we were just discussing your contract with us.”
“Must have been why my ears were burning,” the man replies, his smile broadening into a full-on grin the moment he catches sight of Itachi positively dying in front of his father’s desk.
If there was a god in this world, He would open a hole in Fugaku’s freshly steam-cleaned carpet and let Itachi fall to his demise. But clearly there isn’t, as instead of time ceasing entirely it drags on and leads to Fugaku announcing, “Itachi, this is Uchiha Shisui. He’s an expert in the growing field of paleo-behavioral studies, which makes him the ideal candidate for rearing the velociraptors and readying them for the public.”
“We’ve met,” Itachi all but chokes out, clearing his throat to expel the sudden lump that’s formed in it. From the other side of the room he can see Shisui fighting a laugh, and in that moment he wishes Shisui would fall in a hole and die, too.
“Really?” his father asks curiously. “I didn’t know you two were acquainted. How do you know each other?”
While his positions at Jurassic World and in life have allowed Itachi to conquer a variety of challenges, there’s not a single skill or experience that has prepared him for this moment. Because Itachi has no idea how to explain to his father that the reason he knows this man is that he slept with him four years ago and never returned a single one of his calls or texts.
“It’s a long story.”
#my fic#shiita#like i said before: this fic is essentially just a 90s romcom and i'm loving every second of writing it#alexa already has some Very Good art on the backburner for this au that i can't wait for her to drop#so stay tuned for that too
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Wildlife and livestock, the useful and the pest.
The few outsiders who’ve managed to find their way to Lokfar and survive to tell the tale will tell you, “everything’s bigger in Lokfar”. The people there are larger than most, even by more general Freljordian standards, and the wildlife is, for the most part, humongous. Some say there’s something in the land that makes everything grow much, much larger than life.
Unlike the Winter’s Claw, most Lokfarian tribes are sedentary and maintain settlements located within Lokfar’s milder biomes, better suited to sustain their lifestyle. Within those towns and villages, the Lokfarian four-horned sheep is the livestock of choice, closely followed by goats, Snowtusk pigs (a domesticated cousin of the much larger and fearsome Speartusk Boars), hens, geese and ducks. Wealthier tribes that benefit from larger and greener lands would also keep horses and small herds of Stàlhof yaks.
When the ísjór breaks, announcing the beginning of summer and the raiding season, the four-horns sheep shed their thick woolen coat. Large fat stores enable them to withstand the cruel Lokfarian climate until their wool grows back, in time for the next winter. Much larger than their southern counterpart, a single sheep can shed enough wool to clothe an entire family. None of their parts go to waste: an old four-horns can be harvested for food, tallow, bones and horns. Their guts are made into tough cord used for fishing lines, sutures and even stringed instruments. Once processed, whatever will not be used or consumed by humans is then used by hunters as bait, or turned into feed for carnivorous pets.
Speaking of, Lokfarians love their pets! The sort of animal one keeps as a pet can be influenced by a variety of factors: which god the tribe worships, what lives in the vicinity of the settlement, one’s profession, social status, wealth or lack thereof...
Dogs are a common choice, due in part to their versatility. They hunt, guard livestock, fight off intruders, forage, orient themselves through blizzards, pull sleighs, while simultaneously being loyal family companions. And they’re great to warm your feet on a cold winter’s night. Being closer to wolves than breeds present in other parts of the world, they’re a popular pick among the many followers of the wolf-headed god.
Sailors and fishermen often like to take cats as their pet. Originally tamed lynxes tasked with hunting bilge rats and other pests, they have been crossed with cat breeds brought back from raids on southern lands to achieve a more domesticated temperament. Which really is another way to say “reduce the likelihood that they will shred your toddler into ribbons while you’re busy catching fish”. Similar in look to its more feral ancestor, the Lokfarian cat is a beautiful (but deadly to oversized rodents) creature, with its thick and often grey fur, powerful build and sizeable paws (and accordingly large toe beans).
The Lokfarian Laughing Bird, or falkackla, is another favoured pet, an elegant creature protected by all noble tribes. It takes its name from its signature cry, a deep “hyoh”. While their raptor-like features look intimidating, and they have the largest wingspan of the local birds, falkackla are in fact fairly docile and will shy away from a fight, especially against creatures they recognise as predators. After all, Lokfar is a hard enough place to survive in, there’s no need to make life harder for themselves by picking fights, losing feathers and dying of exposure. They are endowed with a razor sharp beak capable of breaking the frozen flesh they like to scavenge, left behind by predatory hunting packs. As such, they’re happy enough to stick around hunters, or really any human who’ll let them feed on their scraps. Chortles of falkackla will sometimes gather around young hunters, chests puffed out, and attempt to chase them away from their kills, making for an interesting test of character. If the birds succeed, their laugh can be heard throughout the entire territory.
Birds of prey such as Blueback falcons, eagles and owls are more animals typically kept as pets because of their usefulness.
Outside the relatively safe bounds of these settlements, one needs not travel far to find themselves in complete wilderness. An outsider might encounter (abnormally large) rabbits, feral yaks and musk-oxen, reindeers and moose. And where these roam, predators are usually near. Wolves and white bears, among others, stalk their hunting grounds relatively undisturbed, but even the stronger packs won’t venture too far up north. Deep into the endless wasteland of white dwells a creature few would dare provoke: the vanjakyrm.
The unfortunate traveller might see a flash of bright pink, right before getting torn to shreds by this very angry, very territorial landwyrm. Its long body is protected by tough pink scales, contrasting starkly against the snow; a warning to any creature foolish enough to wander into its territory. Feathers of a darker pink puff out around its neck and cover its wings. Don’t let its fairly small size fool you: the vanjakyrm is a bloodthirsty bundle of pure speed and fury, armed with long fangs and razor sharp claws. A single individual can take down an ill prepared hunting party within seconds, although they much prefer preying on mammoths, whose frozen carcasses will sustain a vanjakyrm mating pair for much longer. Many sagas tell the stories of mighty warriors setting out in search of the incongruous serpent, but few end with a triumphant return…
The waters surrounding Lokfar aren’t a much safer place than its hinterlands, though it hasn’t been much of a deterrent to the seafaring tribes. Frost serpents, krakens, Earthrender Whales and other marine horrors are both predator and prey in the frigid sea. Every now and again, a fresh new, bigger, toothier, tentacle-ier creature appears to wreak havoc to the coast, and every time, wolfship crews rise up to the challenge. The latest such monsters to emerge from the depths are Hullfaced Sharks. Their favoured snack seems to be wood. Specifically, the wooden hull of Lokfarian wolfships, which they snap like twigs between their powerful jaws.
But they will settle for a Lokfarian sailor, if push comes to shove. They’re not fussy.
#cracks knuckles#finally getting around to these#sheriff-caitlyn#worldbuilding#wildlife#Lokfar#prompts
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haikyuu general headcanons from my sleep deprived ass
hEy this is sleep deprived me who is in in the verge of crying AND ready to go party and rob a bank
yes my kids, it's weird feelings time
ANYWAY here i suppose i'll write both angsty and fluffy and crack headcanons because i really don't know what's happening anymore
me after writing this: nope, it's all crack and fluff my guys. no angst. i couldn't bring myself to make myself more sad lmaoo
warnings: the first part is set on 2012, hence why kenma doesn't own a wii, not a switch. also there's manga spoilers but i out a warning before it heheheh
also not proof read and written while being really fucking tired. it will probably not make sense
general random headcanons
– akaashi wears clip hair locks when he has to study
– kunimi smokes weed like everyday. he'll be in class and his brain will be on another galaxy thinking about his donkey who happens to be actually a dog who happens to actually not exist. completely permafried but somehow keeps a gpa of 3.8 (in spain we don't have gpa but we have average mark which is the same lol)
– bokuto is really really good at physics. probably recites the three laws of newton while spiking and his serve routine includes him replaying the boyle laws on his mind. probably the reason why kuroo and him get along so well. kuroo prefers chemistry so they have this inside argument where bokuto hits him with his physics fats while kuroo just yells compounds and their nomeclature
– oikawa has a cat. that's it. that's the headcanon.
– makki and mattsun have the dumbes longest pet names for each other. "i love you so much, you meme of my computer, bread of my cheese, ass of my chair, you little silly beautiful brow man with the longest muscliest most tanned and amazingest arms in the world" "oh, is that so? i of course love you more you pink creampuff with no other reason of existence than to be beautiful even with that peach haircut, incredible man i'd 100% recommend 5 stars on booking, 5 of 5 in every stat, wig snatched, my pores cleared, hotel trivago" "please shut the fuck yo the both of you"
– yes that headcanon was INSTALLED in my brain as soon as i read undermattsun's one
– and yes the five stars on booking is a skam reference, if anyone got it
– that was inspired by anitwt
– the first time noya saw asahi's hair untied he had a nosebleed. and actual one
– hoshiumi has made a lot of kids cry because he just has that villain vibe while hirugami makes them laugh when he's the actual villain
– jk the villain is actually yama and tendo's bullies and michiru usuri or whatever his name is
– konoha is ambidextrous and komi calls his jack of all trades master of two
– he also happens to be very fucking good at guessing. tendo's typa shit. he'll be on an exam and he'll just guess every single answer. he'll be like mmmmm this kinda looking like an alkane
– yes that's me trying to show off my poor chemistry knowledge.
– iwaoi arcade dates but it's them hitting the dance machine with scores like 100000 and iwa surprisingly loosing at 128478-128477
– iwa's charger is oikawa :)
– oikawa's charger is iwa's arms
– suga uses kagehina's inside competition so they take care of themselves
"oh mmm... i don't think drinking so much water would be that possible"
"kageyama! i bet i can sip this in less than thirty seconds"
"dumbasss! i can do it in under fifteen"
– bokuto brought an owl to the gym once. and washio just happened to have an aunt whose hobbie was training raptor birds. and that's how the fukurodani volleyball club ended up setting their sunday meetings at washio's aunt insanely big backyard and bonding over owls.
– akaashi's favourite owl is actually an eurasian scops owl.
– wait no ima list their fav owls
– bokuto: great horned owl. you know why.
– konoha: ruffous legged owl. he fell in love with this old grey owl who loves resting only on his arm and he's now whipped
– komi: pygmy owl. bc they both tiny.
– washio: snowy owls. he just loves how they are. loves all of his aunt's owls tho.
– onaga: short eared owl. mainly because they remind him of someone *cough* komi *cough* and he just laughs everytime he thinks about it
– sarukui: northern hawk owl. just because.
– suzumeda: another sucker for snowy owls. she loves their name and their colour. and also because they remind her of yukie. which is a plus
– yukie: none in particular really. but her favourite owl in washio's aunt backyard is a verreaux eagle owl.
– kenma doesn't have a wii because not a lot of his favourite games are available on it. but he's saving for a ps4 since it's coming soon and his ps3 is kinda on the edge of dying of overuse
– the first time hinata had to go to karasuno was also the first time he actually rode a bike and he almost crashed with around twenty cars lmao
– on his second year, kageyama invited the second years to his birthday (hinata yamaguchi yachi AND tsukishima, not tanaka noya ennoshita narita and kinoshita lmao) and tsukishima DID go. he kept saltying over everything but after that, he and kageyama got aling wayyy better. (though the bantering enver stopped)
– akaken headcanon that they sometimes study together if a training camp is near finals week. akaashi is real bad at english and kenma has 0 brain for history
"kozume-san, do you know how the english word for exacerbate?"
"yes, also do you know what were the main characteristics of the meiji restoration?"
MANGA SPOILERS HEADCANONS
– fukunaga's mom is spanish. that's why he's so good at paella. his mom is from valencia ✌️😔
– inunaki atsumu and sakusa form ✨the asshole team✨
– ushijima and hoshiumi have the weirdest relationship ever.
"ushijima do you know how tall i am!"
"yes hoshiumi san. just yesterday you claimed you were 9 milimetres taller than hinata shoyo second best small giant 2 points less than you in stats"
"hahaha! yes! wait! i am going to tweet that! do you want me to tag you?!"
"please do not. my twitter gets clustered of all the fans tweeting about semi san and i's reunion last week"
"i'm going to tag you"
– hoshiumi COMPLETELY tweets in caps locks. there is not a single lowercase letter in the dumptrash of 15k tweets that his twitter page is.
"HAHAHA @HINATA_SHOYO I AM OFFICIALLY NINE CENTIMETRES TALLER THAN YOU I AM THE BEST SMALL GIANT PREPARE YOUR BUTTOCKS TO GET KICKED THIS SEASON BE READY YOU AND YOUR TEAM OF OVERLY TALL MEN WITH NINE CENTIMETRES LESS OF SMALL GIANT"
– hirugami (sachiro) is moniwa's vet, futakuchi and aone's turtle. the first time sachiro and furakuchi met, was the last time futakuchi set foot on hirugami's pet centre. he's now banned from going in there and he had to watch moniwa get checked from the cristal pannel
– shouko (hirugami's sister) has favoritism on sachiro. pays for her and her brother's netflix account and has set sachiro's name as "baby brother" and fukuro's name as "tall arsehole"
– also she and kanoka are in the same team
– miwa and alisa are completely dating. it's not even a headcanon anymore lmfao
– oikawa's argentinian team mates completely thought iwa's name was iwachan and the first time they saw him st the olympics they called him "iwachansito" and "iwatoto"
– they also call oikawa argentoto (yes that's frim twitter)
– both suna and kita have an soecial discount on onigiri miya. arsumu has to pay double for them
– kenma does actually own a house in roppongi hills, but didn't tell kuroo until the bedheaded went to bring kenma food and found out the house had been destroyed and was now being used as a gardening school
– yaku first saw lev's ad in yekaterinburg but didn't tell him. he has a very good laugh everytime he passed by the banner next to his house
– komori and yaku IMMEDIATELY got along. yaku was like "mmmmmmmmmmm a tall libero i see ,':/" and komori was like "haha yea anyway the way you dug that ball was amazing :3" and yaku fell in love
– atsumu' hair isn't that blonde only because of bleach but also because he spends some weekends helping kita with the farm and the sun has cleared it
– hinata is sakusa's favourite.
– tenma and bokuto get along pretty well, and akaashi is scared tenma will start going feral now that he's met bokuto
– ima wrap this up bc it's becoming long lmao ty for listening to my night rambles ily all
–also no it's not well edited i'm on my phone lol
– will probably do again if my mental health goes on like this which is very probable lmao
– good night
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Maybe Part 2
Summary: The Not Yet But Soon To Be Alpha Couple: Attached at the hip and running headfirst into danger.
TW/CW: Just basic Jurassic Park stuff, some swearing, that kind of thing. Plus more Owen Grady x Reader.
Word Count: 1,767
A/N: I got to thinking about how to do a part two for this last night and welllllll this came to mind so yeah. I hope you guys like it! Requests and Asks are always open!
Your POV
I’d watched Owen do this drill plenty of times but he wanted to try something different today. He’s currently standing out on the catwalk holding the Raptors’ attention, “Alright, (Y/n) come on out.” I slowly step forward out onto the catwalk. I make my way up behind him and keep my eyes on the girls below. Once I’ve joined him at the middle, we split, “Echo, Delta go with (Y/n).”
“Girls! Eyes on me,” they respond surprisingly well for me. I scoot my way over to the right side of the catwalk, “Delta, lock it up. Echo don’t pay any attention to them.”
Once I’ve successfully held their attention for several solid seconds, Owen commands from his spot on the opposite side of the catwalk, “Alright, feeding time.”
I reach down and grab a piece of jerky out of the bucket hanging from the railing before grabbing Delta’s attention, “Delta, this one is yours. Echo, you’ll get yours soon don’t pay attention to them.” Echo tears her attention away from Blue and Charlie and looks up at me with her head tilted as I grab another piece of jerky and tossing it her way.
“Eyes up!” I say waiting for Owen to do the same. Once he has, I yell, “Go!” and let the girls take off and he follows suit.
“It could’ve gone smoother but it definitely was a success in my book,” Owen says high fiving me as I join him and Barry at the steps.
“They recognize her as the Alpha Female, of course, they listen to her,” Barry says thoughtfully. I look at Owen with an eyebrow raised but catch a glimpse of Hoskins waddling up the steps out of the corner of my eye and roll my eyes as Owen hands me a towel to wipe my hands off on. Owen must’ve seen him too because I can feel him tense up beside me.
Hoskins approaches us, “That was great! It explains why they want you to train the new miniature T-Rexes.”
My jaw clenches involuntarily before I turn my back to Hoskins but remain at Owen’s side. “I’ve already told them I’m not going anywhere Hoskins,” I say as I watch the girls take notice of the new pest buzzing around their Alpha and his two best friends.
“Personally, I think you still need some training,” Hoskins challenges.
“What’s that supposed to mean, Hoskins?” Owen asks with anger evident in his tone.
“I mean, I wouldn’t trust her with new animals until she jumps in the cage with the ones she has,” Hoskins responds nonchalantly. Ever since I kicked his ass on my first day here, he’s put aside the suggestive comments and sexist jokes and picked up hatred instead. Owen says Hoskins just feels threatened by me, as he should.
I throw my towel at Hoskins’ face without even looking and make my way down the steps. “You better watch your back Hoskins or you’ll find yourself in the cage and it’ll be my decision if I jump in there to save you or not,” I say as I leave.
Moments later, Barry joins me at the gate to the Raptor cage as we get ready to do the girls’ checkup. “Pig lose!” someone yells as I watch a young kid try to grab the pig. As he falls, I don’t even think twice before hitting the button to open the gate I slide under the gate with Owen right behind me. We shut the outside gate and open the inner one. Once inside the cage, Owen yells at the guards to hold their fire before dragging the kid out of the cage and leaving him with Barry before returning to my side. He takes his half of the raptors and I take mine.
We hold them back but Owen soon yells, “Close the gate!” I shoot him a look of shock as I hear Barry ask if he’s crazy. Owen simply repeats his command and we turn our attention back to the girls. A few life-threatening moments later, Owen and I have rolled under the closing gate and are sat trying to catch our breath. Hoskins walks up with an idiotic grin on his face, “Maybe you are ready to train some mini Rexies.” I roll my eyes as Owen helps me up off the ground and we make our way to finish up today’s tasks.
Later That Day
From my seat on a bucket beside Owen, I watch Claire roll up in her nice little car. I hand him a wrench, “We got company.”
“What do they want now?” he mumbles as he gets up to wipe his hands off and meet Claire. I get up from my seat and pick up the now discarded wrench to finish what Owen was working on. As I finish and wipe my own hands off, Owen turns to me, “You busy?” I raise an eyebrow at him questioningly. He chuckles and points at me, “She comes too. I may be good with animal behavior but she’s good with engineering.”
Claire clenches her jaw, knowing she’s just mad because she never got a shot with Owen, I ask, “Where are we going?”
Claire doesn’t even answer me and instead looks at Owen, “You both might want to change your shirts, she is sensitive to smells.” I turn to head to the bungalow to find one of my t-shirts that I’ve kept at Owen’s for in case of emergency and mock Claire as I go.
After a change of clothes and a short car ride, we find ourselves pulling up to a new paddock. As we get out, Owen and Claire discuss the new dinosaur. I snicker at the name and catch a glare from Claire. “We needed something scary and easy to pronounce. You should hear a four-year-old try to pronounce Archaeornithomimus,” Claire says. I nearly bust out laughing at Owen’s response, “You should hear you try to say it.”
Moments later we are standing in the observation room. I silently listen to Claire and Owen discuss the new dinosaur and having already picked up on the behavioral issues of the enclosure that Owen points out to Claire, I scan it for engineering issues. Just as the thermal sensors begin alerting that they pick up nothing, my eyes catch on the enormous scratch marks on the concrete walls of the paddock. “Owen?” I say, grabbing his attention.
As Claire fiddles around with the electronic control pad, he joins me and ventures to ask, “Were those claw marks always there?” After seeing the marks for herself, Claire races off to the control room to track the Indominus. The paddock supervisor, Owen, and I make our way into the enclosure to look at the marks. However, moments later we’re racing as fast as possible to get out of there. I end up laying on Owen’s chest under a big truck. As the Indominus creeps closer, Owen cuts a gas line on the truck and lets it pour down over us.
Sometime later, I’m following a very pissed of Owen Grady into the control room. Almost immediately he launches into an argument with Claire. As I hear her yell something about not letting the island turn into a war zone, I lose it, “You already have Claire! Those men are dying. I don’t think you realize how smart this thing is!” Moments later, Owen is dragging me out of the control room after telling Masrani he better figure out what’s in that dinosaur. It’s good he did too or I would’ve ripped Claire to shreds.
As I stand watching the little kids run around the exhibit area and express their fascination in the lab, I hear Owen call me over. I join him as Claire looks at him hopefully, “Please, Owen, they’re my nephews.”
“Oh, so now you want our help?” I ask unbothered by the glare she shoots my way.
“No just Owen’s,” she says spitefully.
“Oh no, you don’t. She’s coming too. She can track better than I can,” Owen demands.
“Whatever can we please just go?” Claire says.
After a grueling day of running for our lives and fighting dinosaurs, the Indominous Rex has been defeated by the combined efforts of the T-Rex, Blue, and the Mosasaurus. Blue looks to Owen and me calmly. He shakes his head at her gently and I softly speak, “Please Blue, don’t.” She tilts her head at me as Owen’s fingers brush against mine before he takes my hand in his. He squeezes my hand gently as Blue runs off. I look up at him and he smiles sadly, “She’ll be okay. She’s smart.”
The ferries and cruise ships transport everyone to the mainland. I look around the warehouse to make sure no one else needs my help before plopping down to sit on a cooler. I notice Owen and Claire talking out of the corner of my eye and drop my head to hide the disappointment on my face. Even after all this, she’s still going after him.
Owen’s POV
Claire walks up to me and smiles gently, “Why haven’t you asked her out yet?”
I think for a moment as I watch (Y/n) in the sea of people before answering, “I don’t know. I could have lost her today. How did you know?”
“Please, you bring her with you everywhere and you guys are basically attached at the hip you stand so close. And judging by the way she acts around you, I’d say she loves you too. You should tell her,” Claire squeezes my arm gently before turning to rejoin her family. I make my way to (Y/n) and when I approach her, she looks up. I clear my throat, “Hey, you okay?”
She nods as she stands, “Yeah. What are we going to do now?”
I take her hand in mine once more before smiling at her, “I don’t know about anyone else but I think you and I should stick together. You know, for survival.” She laughs softly before I pull her close and kiss her. When I pull away, I rest my head on hers, “I love you. I’m sorry I’ve been such a dumbass and haven’t told you yet.”
She laughs, “I love you too, Owen.”
I notice Barry watching us and cheering out of the corner of my eye, “I guess Barry was right. You are the Alpha Female.”
She pulls away and looks up at me, “Damn right, I am.”
I laugh and take her hand in mine again to drag her off on our new adventure.
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