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im not sure if you write for him or not but if you do could i request a yandere capper (mlp movie) with a shy darling ? its hard to find any fics of him and he's underrated </3
I loved Capper in the movie!!! Of course I'll give you a concept with him :)
Yandere! Capper Dapperpaws with Shy! Darling
Short Concept
Pairing: Romantic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Slight possessive behavior, Manipulation, Slight forced affection, Implied isolation, Scenting, Threats mentioned, Dubious relationship.
As much as I hate to say it, Capper seems like the type to exploit his darling's insecurities.
It has a lot to do with where he now lives.
Klugetown is dangerous, even when Capper finishes helping the Mane Six after the movie, he may instinctively go back into such behavior.
He's smooth talking and charismatic, ready to take any opportunity.
With a shy darling, he'd come off as rather charming.
You look like you need someone who knows his way around.
While you could be any kind of creature you want when it comes to these concepts, I imagine he'd get along the best with a fellow cat.
If not a cat, then a pony.
Being a cat, he can be rather manipulative and really get under your skin.
Capper would really enjoy a shy darling just to see you flustered.
He is a charismatic con-man, he thinks seeing you get all red hot about some simple words is cute.
If you're a fellow cat he'll comment on the softness of your fur, how bright your eyes are, how he thinks if he scratches your ears lightly you'll make the cutest mewls.
If you're a pony he's commenting on the color of your coat, the shine of your mane, and how majestic you look with your equine features.
Capper can really get someone with a shy personality bothered by a smooth compliment in his voice.
He rarely gets physical, although if you make adorable reactions when he does, he'll do it more.
Soft paws through your hair... him holding your face so close to his own.
Then he gives you a fanged grin when your face turns red.
He seems like the type of cat to be a huge flirt to a shy darling.
He's also rather loyal to those he trusts.
He smooth talks everyone, but with you he starts to playfully flirt.
He'd also be rather possessive and protective over you.
Cats are one for scenting.
You'd find Capper rubbing against you at some points, purring loudly.
He does it not only to fluster you but to scent you.
The cat is used to theft and the dangers of the streets.
Which is why he can be rather strict and protective of you when walking around with you.
A shy soul like you needs somepony like him to look out for you in his eyes.
He has the claws and charisma to keep people off your back.
He's not afraid to threaten somepony who's out of line.
He may even draw blood.
He probably tries to keep you in his home "for your own safety, dear."
He's used to the dangerous streets and doesn't think you'd be capable of defending yourself without him.
Definitely one to try and cuddle you just to see your reaction.
He may look shifty (he is.) but he is the sweetest cat to you.
He shows his most sensitive side to you.
Capper normally dislikes getting too close to others, though someone like you he couldn't resist.
Overall, Capper would enjoy a shy darling.
You'd be easy to manipulate, even easier to fluster.
Honestly, that sounds kind of his type.
He'll protect you from being manipulated because he loves you, but he does it by using manipulation himself.
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I'm sorry nobody knows what a tumblr job is
if you aren't missing a comma or a "but" there. thank u i love u
if i had unlimited characters and thought people would bother reading context associated with a poll, (i am pretty sure they usually do not) and also had some foresight about some of the specific things people would interpret differently than i intended, here's what this would have looked like:
[begin post]
[begin poll]
which of these listed tumblr job types is yours?
retail, grocery, consumer-facing service and sales (excludes call centers and food service)
food service (includes restaurants, cafes, coffee shops, bars, cafeterias, food trucks, commercial kitchens, food kitchens, etc; cooking + serving + hosting)
teacher, professor, tutor, teaching assistant, childcare provider, but not educational administrator, if you do another kind of education read the rest of the options first because one of them might be a better fit
engineer, developer, technical designer, data or computer scientist, not including technical writers
parks and wildlife, outdoor research, animal care (including animal boarding and veterinary care), animal keeping (such as zoos or aquariums), animal husbandry, farming, ranching, environmental conservation, gardener or plant nursery worker (but not florist), field archaelogist, equine therapist, outdoor camp counselor if you work with and have knowledge around plants and/or animals
librarian, archivist, docent, tour guide, curator, patron-facing researcher, consultant historian or sociologist, community educator at a cultural or knowledge (probably nonprofit) institution (including but not limited to historical reenactors); reception or guest services related to any of the previous, excepting food service, which is the food service option
writer - content, technical, proposal, marketing, fiction, nonfiction, educational, research, including editing, but has to be actively working and receiving pay from a company, an organization, and/or clients/commissioners including publications/publishers, even if income is inconsistent or not received at regular intervals. does not include captioning or transcription. translators use your best judgment
artist, illustrator, graphic designer, but has to be actively working and receiving pay from a company, an organization, clients/commissioners including publications and galleries, may include visual marketing but does NOT include ad sales, also does not include video editing unless you do like, speed paints or show off your art in videos
patient healthcare, caregiving, and advocacy. does not include animal care, pharmaceutical research or dispensing, or medical coding/billing
you are not currently working as / do not currently have any of the Tumblr Jobs listed above
[end poll]
a "Tumblr Job" is decided based on the following criteria, which is based on my own dashboard/Tumblr experiences, and tumblr searches:
either many Tumblr users have or have had that job, OR, one to a few high-profile Tumblr users have or have had that job
posts are made about that job, either about the day-to-day work itself (positive or negative), as an appeal to authority ("librarian here!"), or about the concept and/or vibes of the job or having that job
posts are reblogged about that job, and reach an audience of people who do not have that job; posts go viral about that job, even
Tumblr users might aspire to have that job, or be studying toward it
it might require a high level of interest and/or personal investment with limited positions available, OR, it might be a very common job in the world
the job is NOT one that many Tumblr users would perhaps complain and/or rant and/or criticize about other people having
the job is NOT one commonly associated with things Tumblr tends to skew away from, like industries known to contribute to climate change or jobs that tend to be associated with ultra high earners with wealth inequality in the same industry (editing to plug my other poll that 6 & 7 apply to that nobody is taking)
a "Tumblr Job" is NOT just a job anybody on tumblr might have or even a job most people or many people on tumblr might have. it's not even a job that is necessarily common on tumblr (common on tumblr != common tumblr job), that's something i am interested in finding out via the poll.
just because tumblr users you know also have your job doesn't mean it Is a tumblr job. and just because your job type isn't listed doesn't mean it is Not a tumblr job. there are only 9 job hodgepodge types here. there are more jobs in the world than this and there are more tumblr jobs on tumblr than this. these are also not and are not intended to be standard industry classifications. they are grouped by tumblr vibes, not necessarily by job role or duties.
if you do not have a job at this time, you do not currently right now have one of the listed tumblr jobs. being unemployed or being a student, even if you once had one of these jobs or are studying to obtain one of these jobs, are not jobs for the purpose of this poll.
the purpose of the poll is to see how many respondents actually have and are doing these specific jobs that i have identified as "tumblr jobs". nothing more and nothing less!
[end post]
but nobody is gonna fucking read all that & tumblr polls have character limits. if the poll was as specific as i wanted it to be it would not have however many thousands of votes it currently has. curse of my autisms <3
#poll#also i specifically went with ''knowledge'' hospitality because ''''knowledge worker'' hospitality and tourism'' wouldn't fit#''knowledge worker'' is an actual phrase people say and it applies to the group of people i was trying to describe#the population i am trying to get at is more narrow than people who work at cultural organizations which someone in the tags suggested.#bc that would include like religious institutions and performing arts and stuff.#for ''engineer'' which is another criticism area it is not that deep i assumed the software developers and technicians that followed me#would know to select engineer. and engineer being on its own as the shortest option was funny#having thought about it since getting a ton of notes asking where IT is. IT is a common industry on tumblr#but it is too broad to be A Tumblr Industry#so i actually don't regret not explicitly calling it out#even though the description above in this post WAS my initial intention
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Requested on AO3 by Baney_Stinson, part 1 of the request series!
Tw: vore, protective vore, gentle pred, shrinking potions
Characters: Tommy(human, niki(deer centaur)
Request guidelines can be requested here!!
Sibling Bonding
“Hey niki, I got your message, you alright?” Tommy said as he walked into the clearing niki told Tommy to come to, specifically saying to make sure no one followed him. Niki sat in the middle of the clearing, her centaur legs curled underneath her equine deer build.
“Hey Tommy,” she said as her head rose to meet tommys eyes, her cherry blossom pink eyes meeting Caribbean sea blue made both feel a type of bond between them, almost family-like. She pats the grass beside her before asking, “why don't you come sit with me, hang out for a bit.” Tommy nods before walking over and sitting next to Niki, only a few inches from her deer body. She looks at tommy a few moments before asking, “ so, what have you been doing lately?”
“Nothing much, but I thought about pranking some people after this, maybe even pranking bad and skeppy’s house. Niki huffed a bit at this answer before pulling out an aqua filled bottle, the liquid looking almost honey-like.
“Well if your gonna do that, take this at least, drink it now so the effects kick in when you actually leave,” she hands him the bottle and smiles slightly when he takes it from her hand.
“This better not be a prank of your own, or I'll prank you so hard, you'll wish you didn't mess with me,” Tommy said jokingly as he popped the cork out and gave it a sniff, the potion smelling pungent and sweet. He takes a few gulps of it and his face looks disgusted at the taste, its smell being the exact opposite of the taste, it being gooey and sour. He sets the potion down beside him before exclaiming, “that does not taste what I thought it would taste like.” Immediately after that sentence he feels dizzy and nauseated, the world around him beginning to spin and distort until it mellowed out. He rubs his eyes before realizing he's smaller than a blade of grass, Niki towering over him like he's nothing.
Before he could even run, Niki picks him up by the collar of his shirt and brings him up to her face. “Well I guess you won't be running off after all,” she says as she opens her mouth and drops him in, earning a small yell from the human.
“Niki! We can talk about this-,” tommy says but gets interrupted by nikis tongue swiping over his face, his clothes and skin being covered with saliva instantly. She chuckles a bit before tilting her head back and nudging Tommy towards the back of the throat. Tommys fight or flight response kicks in, choosing to fight by kicking the back of nikis throat his his shoe, hearing a low groan afterwards.
Tommy continues to kick Niki, but his stuggling doesn't stop from her swallowing tommy, causing him to slip into her throat, and another swallow is fate was sealed. Tommy struggles the entirety of the descent, his body beginning to feel exhausted when it opens up to a small chamber, the plush walks cradling his small figure as he sits in a pool of liquid. Tommy uses the last of his strength to kick niki again as he hoarsely yells, “f-fuck you!”
“Would you cut it out! You're safe, I put you in my safe stomach, it's only filled with saliva,” niki says as she gets up and begins to walk to the winding road towards the underground. Tommy stops thrashing at those words, finally laying against the plush wall that surrounds him.
Niki feels Tommy lay on the stomach wall nearest to the skin, the bond between them strengthens as she begins to rub soothing circles where Tommy's figure is as she walks into the underground and into her room. She walked over to her bed of pillows and curled her legs up underneath her.
“I'll let you out later Tommy,” niki says as she waits for an answer, but realizes when he's asleep due to the rhythmic breathing and heartbeat. She smiles slightly as she closes her eyes and falls asleep, the thought of their sibling bond being on both minds.
Hope you enjoyed!
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Cody bit his lip as he looked over towards the shop, a little anxious about their planned endeavour but not wanting to come off as uncool to his friends, “Are you sure this is a good idea?” he asked.
His friends grinned and laughed, playfully nudging him as they made their way towards the shop as a group, “Aw come on Cody!” one of them jested, “You aren’t afraid of a few vibrators are you?”
“N-no! I just don't want us to get into trouble is all…”
Another of his friends spoke up, “Pff, worst case scenario we get kicked out of a shop we never go into, right?”
Cody glanced at his friends, letting out a little sigh and nodded, smiling, “Alright alright, sure.”
A little playful cheer went up and they made their way towards the shop, letting themselves in, greeted by the little tinkle of a bell.
Shannon looked up from her phone, sitting by the cash register she hadn’t noticed the group approaching until they had let themselves into her shop, her eyes quickly scanning over the guys with an immediately mounting disdain.
She didn’t recognise the individuals, but she recognised the type. Tall broad shouldered jocks without an interest in her merch, just looking to score a quick laugh pointing at dildos, turning on vibrators, just generally causing havoc.
She had half a mind to chuck them out before they even started to mess about, but, as she sat up a little straighter she spotted an oddity among them.
Mingling among the four tall jocks was a girl, no, she realised, a boy. While they were all the muscled athletic types, the fifth was shorter, slender with very little muscle definition and, to her growing intrigue, a curviness to his figure that more than matched her own, save for his flat chest at least.
She settled back, frowning a little as she decided to see how it was going to play out, her eyes on the gazelle amongst the lions.
As she had expected, they seemingly had little interest in buying anything, seeking out oddities to share with the group for a laugh, notably, they came across a display with exotic shaped toys, ones shaped like fists, equine cocks, canine cocks and, to their amusement, dragon cocks.
They laughed and waved them at each other, the boy taking part in his friend's banter and fun, though, unlike the rest, he occasionally shot apologetic smiles her way which she met with a stoic look.
Leaving the shelves in more of a mess than they’d found them they made their way to the stores lingerie selection, one of the jocks, grinning, picked out a petite silk negligee which he held it up to the boys frame, the group laughing as he blushed, the outfit was, it seemed, in his size and fit his figure well.
Embarrassed, the boy picked up a pink and black bra and panty set aimed at plus-sized women and held it up to one of the jocks.
The group laughed louder and the jock scooped up the items, holding them to his buff frame and striking a mock feminine pose.
Eying the group curiously Shannon reevaluated them, it had seemed that the boy had been being picked on at first, the member of the group that everyone else made fun of, but he gave as good as he got and they laughed along with him. Real friends, she thought.
They put the lingerie back, again, messily, and proceeded onto a shelving range of packers, soft cocks varying in size for trans men or, as a novelty and Shannon sighed a little.
The boy interested her, but she wasn’t going to let them ruin her whole store just for their amusement.
Cody blushed as one of the guys waved one of the larger models of flopping cock in his direction and they laughed.
“You like holding dick huh?” Came a voice from behind the group.
They turned, almost in unison, to see Shannon standing there, the whole group falling silent as they drank in the view.
She was a tall woman, well built with very full c-cup breasts under a crop top, her stomach, belly button piercing and varying tattoo’s on show across her skin.
She had her hands on her slightly curved hips, a smirk on her face. She was in her late twenties with long hair dyed blue but with raven black roots showing through. A lip, nose and eyebrow piercing completing her image.
She was attractive, but the group weren’t staring out of allure.
She wore tight jeans that hugged her long shapely legs, their eyes undoubtedly drawn a very obvious outline down one of her thighs. The one holding the packer glanced at her outline, glanced at the item in his hand and glanced at his friends.
There was a tense moment and Shannon smirked, watching as the group mentality worked, fight or flight, joke or leave.
“Heh, very funny, you got one of these stuffed down there huh?” said the one holding the packer, waving it towards her crotch.
She grinned, “Is that what you think that is?”
“Pff sure it is!”
“Hmm, wanna bet?” she winked.
He grinned, nudging one of his friends, “Oh aye sure, and if I’m right you suck my cock?”
“And if I’m right you suck mine?” she teased, his grin faltering slightly, “No?”
She had him on the spot now, he’d singled himself out of the group with his comments and now had to decide where to back down and look a fool or step up and potentially lose, how sure was he?
Not very, it seemed.
He laughed, shrugging off the encounter, “Don’t think my girlfriend would be happy if I got my cock sucked by you.”
She smirked at the smooth recovery and turned her attention to the rest of the group, “What about the rest of you hm? Want to take me up on the bet? Could win a blowjob…” she blew them a kiss, expecting it to send them leaving, laughing and pretending to each other they’d bested her in their witty sparring.
But instead one of them quietly spoke, “Hey Cody you don’t have a girlfriend…”
The jocks quickly took up the call, urging Cody, who looked embarrassed to have been singled out, to take her up on the bet. Shannon smirked at him, her head tilted to the side, waiting.
Cody let out a sigh and shrugged off his friends, “Alright alright!” he laughed, “Fine!”
This was met by a round of cheers by the group and, to Shannon’s surprise, she found herself to be the centre of attention once more. She looked Cody up and down, judging him, she could see his expression, elated by the cheers but, as he saw her expression of victory, he paled considerably.
She pursed her lips some, then sighed.
“You win! It’s a packer, guess I owe you head huh?”
The group cheered and slapped Cody on the back, almost knocking him over, he laughed too but seemed uncertain, he looked like he was about to pass out, so she decided to give him an out.
“Come back later tonight, I get off my shift at ten, you know, to claim your reward,” she winked.
He looked immediately relieved and, while cheering for their victorious comrade, happy to escape with their dignity intact they left her store, though not so hurriedly as to be seen to be retreating.
Shaking her head Shannon let out a chuckle, that had been fun, he had been cute too, it was a shame really. She adjusted herself in her jeans, her cock semi-hard against her thigh and went about tidying up the store after them, certain in the knowledge that she wouldn’t see any of them again.
Cody and his friend’s laughed the whole experience off, teasing the woman for having stuffed a packer down her jeans to mess with them, talking about the weird toys, but on the whole, forgot about it.
They went about their wander, grabbing food, hanging out, having fun. The evening deepened and his friends suggested they all go out for drinks, keep the day going into the night, but Cody declined, clubbing and drinking had never really been his scene and, though they teased him about going to collect from that shop lady, they understood that he didn’t enjoy it as much as they did, they were, Cody knew, good friends to have.
He found himself wandering the streets of the city, his headphones in, listening to music and he followed his feet. Usually, after parting way with his friends, he would hop on the city's subway and ride home, but not today. He found himself drawn by an inexplicable curiosity backtracking on his day's adventures.
Shannon was yawning, getting ready to close up the shop, having already flipped the sign to ‘closed’ when she heard the door swing and the bell tinkle, she slumped some and let out an annoyed sigh, not turning towards the door as she sorted out a display, “Read the sign, we’re closed.”
“O-oh, sorry, I just thought…”
She spun suddenly, her eyes going wide as, standing just inside the doorway, was the boy from early, “No fucking way,” she said out loud, unable to contain her surprise.
He blushed some, “Should I go?”
She shook her head, frowning a little as she glanced past him, “Where are your friends?”
He shrugged, “Out drinking somewhere.”
Shannon eyed him for a moment, but believed him, she stepped over to where he was standing, one arm hanging by her side, the other gripping her elbow just under her breasts, “So uh..”
“Cody.”
“Cody,” she repeated, “You… You know I wasn’t messing, right? About me?”
He glanced down, noting the outline of the familiar bulge in her jeans and nodded a little, “Y-yeah, I guess.”
“So what? Did you come here to pay up? To suck my dick?” She inquired, disbelieving.
“No! No I… No.” he folded his arms and chewed his lip, looking back towards the door.
“...Just curious, right?”
He blinked and looked back at Shannon, eying her over before shrugging softly.
“Mm, thought so. Well… If you want we can experiment together…” she grinned a little, eying him over again, admiring his slender form and enticing curves.
“I-I don’t think so, look, I’m sorry, for my friends I mean. I uh, thanks, sorry,” he said, turning and putting his hand on the door handle.
“Wait!” she said, stopping him short and biting her lip, “...What if I can make it worth your while?”
“...What do you mean?” he said slowly, hesitating, his hand still on the door handle.
She paused open-mouthed, then folded her arms, “Alright let me be blunt, I’ve been waiting for a cute boy like you.” she smirked some, “Maybe you suck my cock maybe you don’t. But you’re curious. Said so yourself, right? You’re in a sex shop with someone who wants to play with you… So, why not? Whatever you want to do I won’t judge or tell anyone. Crossdressing, bondage, heck even if you want to whip out that dragon dildo I'll help you out.”
He shook his head and opened the door, “I-I’m sorry, I don’t know why I came here.”
“Come on yes you do, you’re curious, don’t back out now! What if I gave you a trophy or something?”
“Like what?” he looked at her expectantly and she thought.
She was in almost every regard strictly a top, she gave and very rarely received. But, sometimes sacrifices had to be made, “A picture, your cock in my mouth to show off to your friends.”
He blushed brightly but she could see him thinking it over so she continued to speak, “Just imagine showing off that you let them go drinking so you could come back here and claim your reward.” she smiled and leaned in.
“We only do stuff that I want to?”
“Of course!”
“And you don’t tell anyone I was here?”
“Obviously!”
...Picture first.” he said, flatly and she couldn’t help but grin, nodding.
“Alright, picture first.” she conceded.
He nodded and closed the door, swallowing, “So, uh, do I just whip it out?”
She laughed a little, “Sort of, but I think we should start with something a little more subtle.”
“Like… Like what?”
She nodded to the back of the shop, “Go to the back, I’ll close up here first, don’t want any peeping toms do we?”
He nodded and moved towards the back as she put the shutters down, unable to stop herself from smiling as she locked the gazelle in with the lioness.
She smirked as she stepped back towards him, she was enjoying his innocence, she was sure she was going to enjoy a lot more of it before the evening was out, “You know your bases right?” she said as she stepped up to the boy who had been admiring a shelf of goodies, she breathed softly as she leaned in close, his doe-like eyes wide, his lips pursed as he leaned back against the shelves, his phone in one hand.
“I-”
She kissed him and, surprised, he recoiled, but she followed, pressing her body to his as he leaned back against the display, placing his phone down on the shelf so his hand could support him, trapped between the shelves and her curves.
Her lips were plump and full, her breath hot and her actions eager, her hands on his shoulders, slowly beginning to trail down his arms as he closed his eyes, kissing her back.
It started slow but as he reciprocated she felt encouraged, her hands trailing down to his, grinning ever so softly as she kissed.
She guided his hands, one over the curve of her hip to rest on her firm ass, her hand encouraging him to squeeze, the other she guided under her crop top, she wasn’t wearing a bra, she felt the fabric pushed up her chest followed by their hands, his soft warm fingers cupping her full breast, his fingers squeezing this time without her encouragement.
“Mmm…” she moaned into the kiss, feeling his hands on his body, tentative and inexperienced, but eager to try.
She enjoyed their hot kiss, her body pressed to his and, after a few minutes had passed, she broke the kiss, grinning gently, she let her hand trail from his, pressingly lightly to his chest, their eyes locked, his half-lidded, cheeks blushed, a few red lipstick marks on his lips as she smirked playfully, her hand working down to his stomach and then lower still.
He blushed in embarrassment as her hand slid into the front of his trousers, her hand finding his cock, fingers brushing lightly against it.
She blinked, hesitating, “No way…” she said, eyes wide and his blush deepened, his gaze looking away from hers, embarrassed.
Keen to see what she had felt Shannon dropped to her knees his hands resting now on the shelf to his back, her fingers running up his legs and thighs, to undo the clasp of his jeans, her thumbs hooking under booth the denim of his jeans and the softer fabric of his briefs.
She slid them down and gasped as his cock was revealed, the boy looking away as she raised her hands back towards it.
He bit his lip as he felt her, fingers delicate, tracing over the warm skin of his cock.
She lifted the soft cock in her hand, her fingers laced around it, it was the biggest cock she had seen, she lifted it in her hand, stroking it deftly as he let out a soft appreciative gasp.
“Fuck Cody, you’re absolutely hung!” she said, biting her lip as she looked up at him, wonder in her eyes.
He blushed and looked back at her, “I-I know, I’m sorry…”
She tilted her head, bemused as she slowly stroked it, feeling it swell, it was already half hard, she realised, likely from their kissing, “Sorry? Sorry for what?”
“It’s… It’s too big, it gets in the way and it’s so difficult to hide!” he whined, though as soon as he was finished another moan escaped his lips.
“Hide? Why would you want to hide this! Gods you probably have the biggest cock in your friend's circle. You could have any girl you want!” She smirked and hefted the hardening shaft, taking a look at his balls, heavy and full, smooth and hairless.
“I-I know but…” his words trailed off, his blush deepening as they looked at each other.
“...But you don’t think you want girls, right? You’re gay?” she asked.
“W-well… N-not exactly. I’m… I’m not sure what I am… I-”
“Do you think I’m hot?” she asked, interrupting him. He nodded, “Then stop worrying so much. The whole point of this that you get to explore without worrying. So quit worrying… And get ready to take that picture.”
She smirked and as he opened his mouth to protest, she parted her own red lips and took the almost hard length of his cock into the warmth of her mouth, swirling her tongue around the silky tip, letting him feel the odd texture of her spongy tongue and its metal stud as her lips stretched to encompass his impressive girth.
He moaned and leaned further back against the stall, his eyes rolling back as they closed, the sensation of her skilled lips around his cock a wonderful sensation.
She was about to remind him that she was just doing this so he could take a picture, but in all of her years of being a top, she’d never found someone she actually wanted to blow, at least until now.
She started to roll her lips up and down the length of his cock, sucking and letting her tongue roll around his length, one hand on the base of his cock, gripping it as she worked what she could into the heat of her mouth, the boy letting out increasingly loud gasps and moans, each noise coming out with an increasingly feminine noise.
It was an odd sensation for her, despite their intentions of the evening being one of discovery for Cody, at the time Shannon was simply reveling in the new sensations, his heavy hot cock, both soft and hard filling her mouth, the odd taste and texture as it slid between her lips and over her active tongue, the wet noises that her sucking elicited, the way it urged against her throat, as if wanting more, though she was unsure if she could take such a monster.
Freeing it briefly from her lips she lifted it, her fingers wrapped around the girth of his hard cock stroking the wet length as she leaned up under it to plant soft little kisses against his balls, causing Cody to shiver softly.
She licked the heavy orbs, weighing them on her tongue before she returned his ruby tip to her ruby lips, sucking, pleasuring, making him pant and writhe.
With her spare hand she pulled the already low v of her crop top down and to the sides, hooking the elastic fabric under the swell of each breast, each rounded orb tipped with a studded nipple.
She squeezed a breast with one hand, idly playing with one of the studs as he looked down at her, admiring the view, he still, she noticed, didn’t have his phone up, whether he was just too lost to new pleasures or was stalling for time she didn’t know and didn’t much care.
She looked up at him, their eyes meeting as, with her breasts out, one hand resting on his thigh and the other cupping his heavy balls, cradling them, she prepared to finish him off.
She closed her eyes and did her best to relax her throat, shifting the position of her shoulders she leaned in, feeling the wet girth of his weighty cock press across her tongue, depressing it as she left the thick tip of his shaft bump against her throat, steeling herself she pushed forward still.
Cody gasped, arching his back as he watched her sink deeper onto his cock, the sensations coursing through him intensely as the busty shemale went down on him, deep throating his shaft.
She continued until his meat was fully sheathed in her mouth and throat, her neck visibly bulging as she struggled not to gag, her lips leaving a faint O of lipstick around the root of his cock, his soft pubic mound pressed to her nose, his balls against her chin.
Slowly she began with withdrawing, bobbing her head along the entire length of her shaft, his cock slick and shining with her spit, her eyes closed, he swallows and finally, with shaking hands, picked up his phone.
Shannon was focused entirely on not gagging as she pushed her shoulder forward and backwards, her mouth and throat full of pre and spit which she swallowed as she rolled her lips up and down his length, pausing occasionally to save herself from choking.
After a few minutes his gasps and moans began to intensify, his hips moving slowly in time with her movements, opening her eyes she looked up at him and instead of seeing the boys gorgeous eyes, she saw the lens of his camera phone pointed at her, she continued to move, looking at the lens and after a few moments she realised he probably wasn’t taking pictures, by the placement of his fingers, he was likely videoing her.
With a wet sucking noise, she pulled the cock from her throat and mouth, resting it on her face as she looked up into the camera.
“Where do you want to cum, Cody?” she asked in a sultry tone, moving one hand to stroke his slick cock, the silky skin of his shaft passing easily under her fingers as she jerked him off.
“A-ah…” he panted, “I, I don’t know!”
She smirked and winked playfully, “I’ll pick then…”
She swooped back down onto his cock, moving with an increased and more confident pace as she adjusted to having a cock in her throat.
She felt him start to tense in her mouth, feeling the cock throb in rhythm with his quickened heartbeat as he drew close to climax.
He jerked his hips at the moment of climax and she drew the cock from her throat, opening her mouth and moving a hand to stroke his member, her mouth open, the tip resting on her tongue as white ropes fired off, coating her tongue and filling her mouth with his sticky seed.
She panted across the tip of his cumming cock, looking up into the lens of the camera as he came in her mouth, her hand jerking him off onto her tongue, he shuddered as he came, his legs weak, relying on the stall behind him for support as she milked every last drop from his eager balls.
Cody watched on his phone as the tattooed, pierced, dyed hair beauty with her plump lips took his load onto her tongue, looking at him through the camera as she finished.
As his cock drooped, beginning to become limp she stroked it gently, letting the camera get a good shot of the seed between her lips, closing her mouth, swallowing then opening, grinning as she showed off her empty mouth, sticking her pierced tongue out before winking and moving to stand.
Cody swallowed and stopped recording the video, looking at her as she rose to stand, readjusting her crop top over her breasts and erect nipples.
“Mm, well that was fun…” she said, smirking.
He blushed softly and leaned down, slipping his phone back into the pocket of his fallen jeans, reaching to pull them back up his legs, but, as he did, she stepped on them, keeping them pinned to the floor. He looked up at her, eyebrow raised, “Uh, excuse me?”
She pursed her lips, “Uh, excuse you indeed? I seem to recall you lost the bet and came here to learn, not to get your dick sucked.” she hesitated, “That was just a bonus. For my amusement. So you won't be needing those,” she nodded down to his pants, “For a good long while yet…”
He blushed some and stepped out of his pants, leaving them on the floor.
“And you can take that shirt off too.”
“This hardly seems fair.” he protested meekly as he hooked his thumbs under his shirt.
Shannon hesitated, “You’re right.”
He blinked in surprise at her agreement and watched as she hooked her thumbs under her own hem, lifting it up.
Cody followed her lead and, once his shirt was over his head he looked over at her, staring unashamedly at her full bare breasts, a twisting tribal tattoo outlining one of the round breasts.
He swallowed, “Still hardly seems fair…” he said, glancing down.
She grinned a little, putting her hands on her hips, “Oooh? You want to see my cock huh?”
He flushed, “I…”
“Remember why you’re here?” she prompted gently.
“I, yes,” he said a little embarrassed.
She smiled, “Come get it then, come explore.”
He hesitated for a few long moments then stepped towards her, looking up into her bemused expression as his hands found the clasp of her jeans, his own cock now soft between his thighs as his fingers, nimble and delicate opened her jeans and slid them down her thighs, her panties following with them to reveal her own cock, springing free, hard and excited.
He blushed in surprise as he realised he had been bigger than her, his fingers reaching out to curl around her cock as she kicked her pants free of herself.
“How's it feel?” She asked gently as he just felt and explored the feeling of her cock.
“Like… Like my own, but a little smaller, a little… Better.”
She smirked, “You like the feel of someone else's cock in your hand over the feel of your own cock?”
He nodded a little, “Is… Is that weird?”
She smirked, “Nothing we do tonight will be weird. We’re just having fun…”
He smiled a little, “Okay. So uh… What do you want to try first?”
She bit her lip, urging her hips forward a little, a tiny spark of pleasure running up her shaft, “How about that negligee?”
“Negli-what?” he asked and, despite his pleasurable grip on her shaft, she stepped away, beckoning for him to follow.
He followed her, watching her firm ass sway as she walked, selecting the same silken outfit his friends had picked out mockingly for him earlier, she checked the tag and turned, grinning, “They were right, it is your size.”
“I’ve…”
She put a finger to his lips and he paused, “No. If you’re going to question everything we’re going to try the first thing I'm going to try is a ball gag. Okay.”
He paused and looked a little embarrassed, “Ah… Sorry. But, er…”
She glared a little, “What?”
“Can we try the ballgag after?”
She paused, then laughed, nodding, “Yeah, sure, we can try the ballgag after. But stick this on! Come on, I want to see what you look like.”
She tossed the negligee to him and he caught it, blushing as he felt the silky fabric against his skin.
She watched, hands on her hips, her cock pointing straight ahead at him as he lifted the frilly piece, finding the way in and pulling it on, the tag was itchy, but the rest of the fabric felt wonderful against his smooth skin. It fell to his thighs, just obscuring his cock and hung a little limp at the chest, he looked down at himself then up at Shannon, “How does it look on me?”
“Cute!” she grinned, “though it’s not a perfect fit… What do you think?”
“It feels nice…” he admitted, looking down at himself, “But, I don’t think it suits me.”
“No?” she said, tilting her head.
He shook his head and she shrugged, “Guess you aren’t into cross-dressing then. Fair enough, how about we try something I know you’re interested in?”
He paused momentarily, pulling the negligee back off over his head and nodded some, following her once more as she walked to the back of the shop, through a door and into the back. It was a storage room, full of boxes, miscellaneous items and an old looking sofa, unlike the front of shop it was very disorganised.
“So uh, what are we doing back here?” he asked, tempted to cover his modesty, the casual nudity new to him.
She glanced briefly towards the sofa then back at him, smiling innocently as she plucked a ball gag from a storage box, removing the tag, “Oh, you wanted to try one of these out, yes?”
He blushed and nodded a little, stepping closer, “Y-yeah. I’ve seen them before in porn… Just… Wondered what it felt like, you know?”
“Well, here, let me help you with that.” she stepped forward, the red ball approaching his plush lips. He didn’t hesitate, he opened his mouth and took the ball into his mouth, Shannon reaching behind, her breasts pressing to his chest as she tied it in place and adjusted the straps so it was tight, but not uncomfortable, “There… Hows that feel?”
He blushed and nodded a little, his cock twitching between his thighs.
“Huh, you like that do you? Want more?”
He gave her a questioning look but nodded.
She pursed her lips and looked around the room questing, then grinned, “Ahha…”
He watched as she moved to a box, pulling out a few coils of something black, she turned and brandished it. Rope.
She stepped towards him and he blushed, waiting expectantly.
“Good boy, just let Shannon have her fun,” she smirked and winked, Cody realised with a flush that up until that point he hadn’t even known her name.
She stepped up to him and didn’t wait for permission he couldn’t give, she started to wind the coils of rope around him as she had with another partner.
It was a passion of hers and as he wiggled, her knots and ties seemingly random he watched as they became intricate patterns, a Karada rope dress with a mini skirt. She had to improvise, as the rope dress worked and she admitted, looked better on a woman with breasts to be encircled and enhanced by the pressure of the rope, but had to admit his hips, ass and semi-hard cock looked good in the web weave of black rope.
It felt good and as she finished the weave on his arms, tieing them folded behind his back, he wanted to comment but in a moment of clarity realised his mobility was somewhat impaired, he looked at her with a moment of worry.
“If you want me to stop at any point just…” she hesitated, pursing her lips, “Cross your ankles?”
He paused, then nodded, with the ropes stopping at his thighs he still had the use of his legs.
“Good! Now. Want to try butt stuff?” she grinned, excited.
He blushed, looking absolutely delicious bound, his cock once more rock hard, his plush lips wrapped snugly around the red gag. He nodded.
She winked and started to move around the room, picking collecting a couple of items before returning to him, “Don’t worry about these, these are just to help enhance your pleasure!”
She grinned and leaned in, holding a pair of rings linked together with a chain. The larger ring she fitted around his whole cock and balls, the smaller ring just around the base of his cock.
She had judged the size well and it was a snug fit, but not painful fit, his erect cock throbbing harder in its binds.
Pulling out a small tube of lube she squeezed a little into her hand, massaging it into his cock. He moaned through his gag, unsure as to why she was prepping him again, but certainly in no position to complain.
She smiled some after admiring her handiwork, his engorged cock once more slick and shiny. She collected the second last of her items, a longer thicker tube which she unscrewed the top of, placing the plastic lip aside.
He watched as she revealed a pink, faux anus and, after applying another dollop of lube, she worked her fingers into the fleshlight, preparing it as she looked up at him.
“Yeah yeah, not what you thought I meant when I said butt play, but don’t worry, I’m getting to that.”
She stood and walked over to the sofa, beckoning to him. She watched as the bound boy walked over to her, admiring the movements of his bound body, the bob of his erect cock. She turned to the sofa and, grabbing a pillow, wedged the fleshlight between the sofa arm and the cushion pointing up. She picked up a small silicone nub and twisted it, causing it to begin to vigorously vibrate in her hand. With a smirk, she pushed the little bullet into the fleshlight, just inside the rim, the hum deepening as it was obscured.
Cody looked at her confused but she winked and took his hand, guiding him to the edge of the sofa. Gripping a rope at his back she pushed and he began to fall forward, but she was able to support him, simply stopping him from collapsing as she gently bent him over the edge of the sofa.
She paused briefly, getting him to step forward a couple of inches before she continued to push him down. She grinned as his cock lined up with the vibrating fleshlight and, as he was pushed over and his cock sank into the wet cool embrace of the vibrating love hole, the lubricated soft silicone sliding over the sensitive throbbing cock, he let out a moan through his gag.
“Feels good huh?” She asked the squirming boy, his moans coming through his gag as each tiny wiggle brushed his steely tip against the vibrating bullet.
“Thought so, so uh, just stay there and I'll see to the rest…”
Shannon collected a second cushion and placed it by the sofa, kneeling herself down so his pillowy cheeks came on level with her face.
She reached up and sank her her fingers into the plushness of his ass, parting his cheeks to reveal his star.
“Well if that just isn’t the best thing I’ve seen all day…” she purred low, smirking, her fingers still slick with lubricant she rubbed a little around his ass, the skin hot and silky smooth, the little wrinkle of his hole ripe for her to enjoy.
She slowly worked her finger into the tight o of his ring, feeling the heat clamp down on her, felt his back arch.
She knew, from her own, limited and personal experiences that her probing finger would be less than pleasant, but every push and pull from her probing finger caused involuntary little twitches from his body which, thanks to her little setup, caused pleasure to spark through his cock.
She slid her finger in and out of his lubed hole, quick to introduce a second slick finger, preparing him for what was to come, loosening him slightly, letting him acclimatise to the sensation of invasion and lubricating him.
She stood slowly, squeezing his plush cheeks, giving each pale mound a firm slap, causing him to gasp, jerk his hips forward, then moan.
“Yeah just you wait, this is going to feel amazing…”
She chewed on her lip pressing her slick fingers into the softness of his cheeks, parting them and pressing the tip of her length against his little star.
He whimpered, but, as she glanced down, she noticed that his ankles remained uncrossed, his toes, however, were delightfully curled from the sensations.
Shannon grinned and tilted her head back, closing her eyes as she allowed herself the luxury of sinking the tip of her cock into the boy, he squealed out through the gag, in both pain and pleasure she was sure, as she let gravity do her work, no slow inch by inch ceremony, instead of one long gliding motion, accompanied by a slick wet sound, she pressed the length of her hard cock into the boy, feeling the tight heat of his ass envelope her needy, so far unattended cock.
This was where Shannon was at her best, on top, a delightful toy beneath her, a hole to plough, she knew that Cody was about to find out just how epic Shannon's stamina was.
She placed her hands on his lower back, gyrating her hips to stir her cock deep inside him, letting it explore its new home, feel the walls of his slick hole squeeze down around her invading tool, her balls pressed to his larger ones, her thighs pressed to his. Heaven.
In the moment where she had in one brutally fluid movement sank her entire length into him he had crossed his ankles, and his eyes, but as she leaned back up, letting herself withdraw from him, they were once more uncrossed, she grinned, knowing he was hers.
“Okay sweety, buckle up…”
With her hands on his hips she drew back, watching with delight as her slick cock pulled out of the delightfully tight and sucking hole, only to push back in, again filling him with her meat and drawing a whimper from him, she was quick to adopt a fast, hard pace, enjoying the way his doughy ass cheeks rippled with movement each time she slammed her hips into him.
The boys world was changing, each slam into his ass causing his whole body to bounce forward, her cock pounding his virgin prostate, each movement making his almost painfully erect cock fuck in and out of the slick, warming vibrating fleshlight wrapped snugly around his shaft, the constant buzzing of the vibrating bullet against his sensitive tip.
She knew what she was doing to him, this was a move she’d only managed to try once or twice before with partners and she knew what it did to them, with his cock bound as tight as it was when he came there would be no cum, like a denial but with the pleasure, it would help shorten the recharge time on a cock that couldn’t catch a break from being hard and surrounded by pleasure, there would be bliss, there would be pain, but with her constantly powering into him, it would all melt together into a single orgasmic heaven. She wanted this boy for her own and his fate was already sealed.
She panted as she laid into him, her cock constantly hammering home, minute after minute without pause or break, he couldn’t believe her strength or stamina, his eyes closed as his body shook with almost ceaseless orgasm, as soon as one ended and a few seconds of painful oversensitivity had passed he found himself once more on the cusp.
She paced herself, sometimes laying over his back, sometimes standing straight, her weight being supported by her feet on the ground, her knees on the sofa or her arms on his back, this technique allowing her muscles to keep up with her pace for far longer as the room echoed with the sounds of their bodies clapping together, her breasts bouncing slightly as she fucked him.
His mind was a white slate of pleasure, his face pressed into the sofa cushion, saliva drooling around the gag as he breathed frantically through his nose, his body exhausted, his legs, though the only part of him that wasn’t bound, so leaden he couldn’t move them, he was helpless, a hole for her to use and with each passing second he prayed it lasted forever.
As time blurred by both Cody and Shannon were coated with a thin sheen of sweat, his cock throbbing in its bindings, hers pulsing in the well-lubricated heat of his now welcoming cock sleeve.
She was panting hard, her muscles beginning to tire and she knew she didn’t have much left in her, in her youth she could’ve gone for another couple of hours, but as it stood now she was reaching her limit, she had been subtly adjusting her speed, ensuring she was never pushed over the edge into cumming but she knew if she continued with that much longer, she might collapse without finishing the job.
Swallowing she reached under him, pausing in her thrusts for just a moment, the boy so far gone he didn’t even notice the change as she unclipped the metal rings around his cock.
The sensations for Cody changed in an instant, his cock, suddenly free from restraint burst into climax, his cum firing out deep as Shannon once more began her fuck his hole, hard and frantic, desperate to cum with him.
He gasped, his eyes wide but staring at nothing as he shot the biggest, thickest load of his life deep into the waiting fleshlight, the pleasure immense, even as the battery on the bullet, shoved irrecoverably deep into the fleshlight gave it’s last few drowning buzzes.
As he came his ass squeezed tight around her, rippling and shifting, milking her cock as she tilted her head back, eyes closed as she felt her balls tighten, almost on instinct as her climax drew close she slowed, her muscle memory wanting to make it last, but she forced herself forward, made herself let go, let herself cum.
They came together, each rope of hot cum filling his once virgin hole, marking him as hers and sending another strand from his smooth balls into the fleshlight.
She hilted herself, her entire body pressed as tightly to his as she could possibly make it.
They stayed like that for seemingly an age, their slick bodies pressed to each other, her breasts on his back, her balls resting on his, each completely spent and exhausted. They lay together, recovering, her muscles aching with satisfaction, her cock softening inside of him.
Finally, with a single wet sound, she stood on admittedly wobbly legs and withdrew her length from his ass.
With a grunt of effort, she raised and rolled him, pushing him so he lay on his back on the sofa, his legs up on the arm, his cock soft, resting against his stomach as she retrieved the abused and cum fill fleshlight.
Biting her lip she slid two fingers deep into the hot cum filled silicone and, between them pulled out the spent bullet, her fingers covered in the boy's massive load.
Discarding the bullet she glanced at him to ensure he wasn’t looking her way, then licked her fingers clean, tasting his seed once more.
She stepped towards him and sat down beside the sofa, their heads on level as she reached out and with one hand undid the clasp of his ballgag.
She pulled it from his mouth and set it aside, his lips parted, his eyes closed.
“Mm… Can you hear me, Cody?” she asked, her voice a little hoarse.
He nodded gently, panting through his open mouth, “I’ve got… One last thing for you to try before you’re done, okay?”
He nodded again and she bit her lip, “Give it the deepest French kiss of your life…” she purred softly as she upturned the fleshlight, pressing the sticky silky silicone to his lips.
He whimpered softly but obeyed, pressing his tongue into the soft silicone material and feeling the ribs of the sleeve against his tongue.
She watched as he kissed the toy with a slow passion and grinned as his own cum started to pour into his mouth.
He arched his back, whimpering at the taste and texture, but without being told, he began to swallow.
She watched for several long moments and reclined against the sofa, smiling peacefully as he enjoyed himself kissing the toy.
She would keep him, for sure.
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[drabble] occurrimus iterum
tw for mention of animal death.
Current day, Garreg Mach Monastery
It was after much training that he was finally allowed to have his own mount, and Lambert was excited about it. There was something in him that felt attached to those animals, and when he was able to ride a couple laps around with his new mount it felt as if he had been doing that for years- the way he handled his balance, the reins, the subtle commands to the horse were almost automatic to the point he barely even felt like he needed to think to do it. It just happened, like that.
I suppose I was a fairly good rider back then, he thought to himself. At last! His own horse.
With a low whistle, Lambert looked up at the animal, who was busy with a mouthful of hay. “Now this is one beast of a horse, is it not?” A shire stallion, entirely black save for the feathers framing its hooves and a single mark on its face, in white. At the shoulder, he stood at 185 cm- easily towering over most equines inside the other stalls. “And he looks strong too, those legs are no joke.” Pure muscle, head to hoof.
And yet, the stallion was a docile little thing. He happily ate hay, every now and then trying to reach Lambert with its nose to sniff him but never trying to bite. The truest form of a giant gentle.
“I thought those horses were draft animals, for pulling carriages and weight. But I suppose it makes sense to ride one into battle…the enemy probably will not expect a horse the size of a wall bulldozing the frontlines, hahaha!” The mental image was definitely horrifying, but to Lambert it was great. Intimidation was key in battle. He ran one hand up and down the horse’s face, gently caressing him as he munched on hay.
“Do you have any ideas for a name?”
“What?” Lambert finally turned around to face the individual that had been there alongside him the entire time- the guy who managed the monastery’s stalls. He…might have forgotten that the guy was there, having been too focused on the horse, but oh well. “A name? Huh…not really, not yet. Thank you for reminding me, now give me a minute...”
A name for his mount…naming living beings was so very difficult, so much so that he felt a headache coming through- earning a bothered hum from the teacher. “...Löwen!” He blurted out suddenly, though the horse remained unfazed. The stall manager on the other hand began writing down the name on a document.
“-Dauphin Spaghetti.”
The manager paused, then stared at Lambert.
“What?”
“Spaghetti?”
“Yes, any problem with it?”
The poor man was stunned beyond belief. It wasn’t uncommon for students and faculty to add multiple names to their mounts- nor for them to add some names that were puns or inside jokes, but that was…unexpected at best, a little ridiculous at worst. “I mean, sir…you are naming your horse Spaghetti of all things…are you sure?”
“Very much so. Besides, that is only the last name. I shall still call him Löwen.” Lambert didn’t seem bothered in the slightest at the manager’s reaction to the name he picked. Löwen Dauphin Spaghetti. He knew it sounded ridiculous, he wasn’t naive. “End of the story.”
“...yes, professor. Noted.” Looking a bit defeated and…almost as if trying to hold back a laugh, the manager wrote down the mount’s name on the document and left.
“Besides, you do not seem like the type to get angry over those things anyway, am I right Löwen?” Lambert scoffed slightly, still rubbing the stallion’s face as he quietly talked to him. In response, the horse huffed, slightly angling his head so Lambert could scratch a spot he liked. “...so you do like scratches, do you not? Goofy thing!” The man laughed, happily indulging the animal in scratches.
It felt nice, almost nostalgic- though the fog remained ever so strong.
In the end, the stallion’s name was coined Löwen Dauphin Spaghetti.
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Imperial year 1148, Garreg Mach Monastery
“You need to pick a good name for it, Your Highness!” A student urged the prince- who seemed rather aloof to it all. Lambert had just gotten his first horse at the Academy after much training, and he was excited to finally be able to advance on his riding classes. That horse had been given to him from the royal stables in Faerghus, so it was really his horse.
A gray Zangersheide, slightly dappled. Not enormous, but a fast, sporty and bold stallion. Perfect for quick maneuvers with a lance- perfect for Lambert, bred and trained exactly to fit his tastes. He was absolutely delighted with the animal, who ate hay in his stall- but every now and then tried to get a bite or two out of the prince’s blond hair. He didn’t mind it at all, though. Found it funny, even.
He just needed a name for the horse now.
“What kind of name do you suggest, Thilo?” The prince asked his classmate, who shook his head in return- flustered.
“Your Highness, please! I can’t suggest it for you…it’s your personal mount, you should name it yourself.” Because Thilo was from a lower ranked noble house in the kingdom, he often acted submissive towards the prince. Lambert wasn’t a fan of it- he wanted to be seen and interacted with as a fellow classmate, but there were times he just wouldn’t bother trying to correct the other. The blond prince sighed, rolling his eyes. “Fine, boring…you know I’m not good with names though.”
He leaned against the stall’s door, tapping his finger on the wood.
“What if I name him Spinnin’ Spaghetti?”
“H-HUH?!” Thilo exclaimed louder than he should, but Lambert only broke into a laugh. “You can’t do that, Your Highness! That name is- it’s-”
“You said I had to name him whatever I wanted, right? What if I want to name him that?” Lambert crossed his arms, looking at his classmate with a true little shit smirk. “Will you tell me no?”
Thilo stood there in shock, mouth opening and closing as he wasn’t sure what to say, before he dropped his shoulders in defeat. “Your Highness….you can’t be serious…”
The prince looked over to the stallion, who was still busy eating but his ears were clearly focused on their conversation. “I am very serious! Besides, there is strategic value in a silly name.” One glance at his classmate and Lambert knew the point didn’t go through. “Just think, Thilo. Which name, if exclaimed on the battlefield, do you think the enemy will remember more accurately? Sir Drakengard the Second or Spaghetti Doe?”
Thilo frowned. “Both…?”
“Maybe, but Sphaguetti’s so ridiculous that it’ll catch their attention more. And as the Commander, I want to make my mark. I want the enemy to lock on me and remember my face and my name as well as the name of my horse.” Lambert placed his hands on his hips. “Some call it Croc Cattling- serving as bait for the enemy so the others have a better chance at surviving. But to me, it’s my duty. I command, I go first, I’m the one who has beef with the enemy’s lead.”
He stepped forward, poking Thilo’s forehead. “And I should be the one burned into their memory, first and foremost, so that if they have any vengeance later- they direct it to me, not you. Got it?”
The boy nodded, after a pause. Lambert, however, laughed. “Besides, imagine what it does to an army’s morale if they get defeated by a horse named Spaghetti of all things!”
In the end, the stallion’s name was coined Duke Diffanhae Spaghetti.
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Imperial year 1176, Fhirdiad
Ongoing report on the death toll of the Duscur Ambush
Several animals have been reported slain or lost. A list of individual equines that have been identified so far is as follows.
Velacena Tygo
R.S. Nantonos
Bannuo
Argiris Cyllea
Galatia K.
Storm Vanderblit
Danyka
Kie
L. Thorunn
Astrid
Bella Twirre
The king’s personal mount by the name of "Duke Diffanhae S." was reported dead at the scene as well.
#[ if he were to ever stray down the wrong path...] (drabbles)#[drabble for....cavalier class access!!! yaaaaaay horse]
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Deep Space Research
Prompt: As a research student under the belt of a renowned researcher, you were sent to “play” with a subject to test their motor capabilities. The professor was expecting something else though.
Source: user gottagobounce; subreddit Humans are Space Orcs
He took the opportunity to read the restricted papers again- quadrupedal but tauric, with limbs that might function as hands, but unconfirmed since the subject refused to come out of hiding to eat or interact. Prehensile tail, clawed front feet and hooved back feet on the lower body to enable both high-speed land running and climbing ability.
Tommy wondered, thoughtfully, if anyone had tested if the subject liked running or climbing more. He knew HE got bored of the same jungle gym after a week, and nobody had been in to change a single thing in the enclosure in the entire year the subject had been here.
It must be desperately in need of enrichment- he couldn't think why else his professor would prompt him to play with it.
Well, he had various types of engagements in his pouches and pockets, belted around his own tauric waist and saddlebags slung over his first shoulders, so he should be able to find SOMETHING the subject would be interested in!
The click of the intercom drew him from his thoughts as he exited the decontamination chamber.
"Now the results I need are the subject's motor capabilities- how fast, how flexible, etc. Get me whatever results you can, and I'll call it a day."
Odd word choice, Tommy thought. Wouldn't it be 'we' will call it a day?
"Copy, Professor! Can you make sure the indoor running track is clear then?"
Tommy promptly ignored the Professor spluttering and asking what that was for- he was a professor, he'd figure it out! He focused on hauling the side of beef he'd brought in to the designated feeding zone, where he put it on the two hooks that were there to hold it in place vertically and make it easily accessible.
Then he pointedly turned away from the beef, and settled in a full loaf position with his torso facing away, though he was watching out of his periphery. Vague equine markers hinted the subject might naturally live in herds; this would mean they would have 'herd guards'. If Tommy could slip into that role, it would be much easier to get the subject to follow him to the track to run. It would also get them psychological data- and make it easier to study the subject, since then having 'herdmates' socialize with it would help calm it immensely after stress.
Now it was a waiting ga-
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Tommy, it must be said, was normally a very calm person. Level-headed, perhaps easily embarrassed when certain subjects were broached, but soft-spoken and prone to reaching for the kindest solution first. If asked, his coworkers would call him shy, a bit of a wallflower, maybe even a pushover.
Docile, in a word.
If any of them had stopped to think about what Tommy actually was, they would have realized that was the wrong word. They were thinking of him as 'harmless'.
There has never been a Dragon of the Deep Places born HARMLESS.
The sudden intercom shout disrupted his concentration, when he had been deliberately sinking into a different mindset than usual so he would project the correct body language: that of a herd guard, on lookout for any changes in the environment that might signal danger. Predictably, then, the shouting caused an equally predictable reaction, even if the Professor and every other being in this research center would never have thought to predict it from Tommy in particular.
All at once, the taur was out of his loaf, and all four paws had sunk claws into the dirt of the enclosure knuckle-deep, tail whipping wide to ensure behind him was clear and safe as his humanoid face elongated into a proper snout, needle-teeth in their rows on display as he bellowed out a challenge-warning roar that shook the room up to the rafters. Dust came cascading down onto his sensory frills (placed where mammals had ears), but flicking them cleared it off so he could continue to listen. His pupils had pinned down in the searing light of the enclosure, and with his real vision in play instead of the too-dilated pupils he kept unfocused for his coworker’s comfort, he could see that many things on the observation deck had been shaken to the floor, including the Professor.
His throat vibrated with the back-and-forth low chord of Alert, but other than moving his head to visually sweep the entire enclosure- ceiling, floor, walls, glass windows of the deck- he didn't move.
Behind him, he felt a warmth approach, from the barely-adequate foliage, and he warned them with a frill-flick before turning his head to glance over.
His first thought was the report didn't note anything about the rich, green-black coat of the subject and that was a travesty. They had reddish glints in the keratin of their hooves, and peeking from the prehensile tail- scales to protect when climbing, maybe- as well as positively stunning pupil-less eyes that seemed to glow, like molten silver. The face shape- yes, definitely semi-equine. His dragon snout must make him look more familiar than any of the humanoids.
They positioned themselves on his right flank- yes! Right where they would to follow a herd guard in fight or flight! It offered the best position to run past the guard while they engaged an enemy, if it came to that.
"Open the door and clear the way to the running track," Tommy said, with some difficulty over the still-thrumming Alert. They weren't the same vocal chords, but training himself to be heard- and use both systems simultaneously- had been hard. Worth it for moments like these.
"I have persuaded the subject to trust me. As a herd guard. I will take them for a run so we can measure endurance and speed. And maybe throw a ball to see about reflexes. I CANNOT keep talking, sir."
Some shuffling, a few clanks that made him look up sharply and lift his lip in a warning and drop his growl an octave from Alert to CEASE AND DESIST, and then he saw the professor making calls on the radio. He kept mostly still, except for a few shifts of weight to indicate to the subject he was searching for escape routes.
The click of the intercom.
"The way is clear. Can you keep them from panicking during decontamination?"
Tommy simply nodded, and when the door whooshed open, he stepped into it fast, indicating he knew what it was and where it led. He was gratified when the subject trailed him in-step. He mock-snapped at the hissing decontamination gasses- they weren't actually harmful if they got in the mouth, but he didn't look like a good herd guard if he didn't 'spook' a little.
The hallway was empty and the track was open, as promised. He grinned and he broke out into a full gallop- and laughed out loud, sweet and thrumming, when his new herdmate thundered past him and started to circle near the door, giving high-pitched little jeering taunts.
To a human, the subject's language sounded like pinpipes, whistles, delicate bells made of precious metals and windchimes.
Tommy heard it as a name.
"I am NOT old! It's not my fault you're Quicksilver and I'm a Leadfoot! Once I get in there we'll race for real!!"
#sci-fi#carnivore#research science#sophont treated like non-sophont mentioned#aliens#xenobiology#silvawrites#Tommy
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Oats and Corey in..
Entering Nightmare City
A nightmare is a type of dream that you have that is bad or scary, nothing makes sense in dreams but that doesn’t mean you cannot speculate…our favorite microbe and equine duo was having trouble sleeping one night and they came to Mel for help, Mel offered to take them on a magical dream journey to find the source of nightmares and that’s when they concentrated and the bed transformed into a limo and flew through the window, taking them to a city where it is always dark even if it is daylight. Corey and Oats were both a little afraid but didn’t mind as they traversed through the city and arrived in what appeared to be a nightmare level based on what appeared to be someone’s childhood home in England.
In their previous adventure they had been to this city…Nocturnal City, where it is always night even during the day. Corey was very afraid at first but he didn’t mind, as he and Oats looked around the city…seeing various monsters roam around was creepy yet fascinating. Mel helped them as she showed them a mother koala which was Nathan’s spirit guide. The duo looked around the city as the creatures danced around, wreaking all sorts of supernatural havoc.
Corey wandered down the street as he saw a building which was some sort of park hosting a halloween party, he investigated the party only to come across what appeared to be performers in costumes turning into real versions of the characters they were dressed as, followed by performers turning demonic and charging towards him. He screamed before heading towards a graveyard area and hiding behind a grave. That’s when Oats came to help his friend as he used his magic to fight off some demons.
Oats saw some ghostly ponies floating around as they headed towards what appeared to be a halloween store that resembled a Spirit Halloween store, the duo and Mel walked through the store…seeing lots of monsters coming to life and the like. He heard what appeared to be the sounds of demons but he wasn’t afraid.
The trio headed down one section of the store as ghosts floated around them, but luckily some of their friends from the actual Spirit Halloween were there to help them such as Lord Raven, Monty and Possessed Pumpkin. Corey turned into a bat-like form as Oats became a ghostly pony and the group encountered numerous monsters.
Corey flew over to what appeared to be an elderly gentleman that resembled the character of Doctor Nefario from Despicable Me, the elderly gentleman seemed to be helping out looking at the Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus merchandise when the covid microbe asked him a couple of questions and wondered if he had seen him before. There was something oddly familiar about the man, maybe it was the British accent that reminded Corey of someone.
“Excuse me mister…I don’t believe i’ve met you before.”
“Oh I believe you have.”
“What do you mean by that? Your badge says your name is Mr N..Fario.”
“Well actually…i’m not him, the real Mr N.Fario is alive and well in this store.”
‘Is this going where I think it is?’ ‘You mean that trope where the person unmasks and it’s another person underneath? Sure…that’s where it’s going, but just because this is fitting for the story.’ ‘If the real Mr N.Fario is at the store too, does that mean?’ ‘That’s right…i’m not him, i’m…’ Mr N..Fario’s doppelganger reached at the sides of his face and pulled at it, taking off bits as off they were a rubber mask, and then pulling it over his head to reveal he wasn’t who he was.
When he took the mask he had of Mr N.Fario off and put it aside, he addressed the duo…’Actually Corey, yes I do know your name, because i’ve seen you before, yes…Corey I have met you and your friends, as I mentioned, I am not Mr N.Fario…i’m Russell.’ ‘Russell Brand? What are you doing working here?’ ‘I am here to help you to fend off the evil entities that lurk in this place.
“So you were posing as an elderly person despite the actual person still being alive?”
“I was filling in for him.”
“Unless you’re not really Russell and that there’s another mask underneath.”
‘Of course i’m me. That was the only mask I made to wear. I disguised myself like that to hide from people. But that does raise an interesting question, are we ever truly ourselves or are we just putting on costumes to deceive those we love? That is indeed something to pontificate about.’ ‘You seem to pontificate a lot about these sorts of things.’ ‘’I’m just curious and ask a lot of questions, that’s all. No harm in that.’
“Have you ever heard curiosity killed the cat?”
Russell perked up as he ran over to Mel and hugged her…’Oh Mel, I love it when you come along with your offbeat sense of humor.’ Mel laughed as she hugged him back. ‘Well we are glad to see you. We could use your help here.’ ‘I’d be more than happy to assist you three and help you.’
“Thanks, you’re a true friend.”
The trio and Russell navigated around the shop’s many areas as they saw several undead customers coming towards Mel, Mel got out a chainsaw and sliced several of them up while Corey turned into a number of creature forms. Oatsie found himself helping by distracting several of the customers by doing the Thriller dance.
Corey raced around, grabbing various halloween props and using them as weapons in the battle, while Oats’s dancing distracted some of the undead customers and stopped them from getting to them. Mel and Russell concentrated on some dark supernatural energy attacks and fought off some of the remaining group.
After clearing away the undead customers and some of the monsters, a passage-way opened at the other side of the store which lead to the exit and into another level of the city, this one resembling a studio or museum that had several movie and tv props, one exhibit was one Mel knew well, an exhibition themed around the British satirical puppet show Spitting Image and it included puppet caricatures from the classic 80’s version and the modern version, they saw numerous puppets of famous people in that very specific style the show was known for, despite being puppets the Spitting Image caricatures were presented as being real like with the Muppets.
Corey originally was a little bit scared of them but he perked up when he saw how funny some of them were and he realized that they were actually pretty amusing, and when he saw there was a puppet version of him, a covid microbe named Roni to be exact. After that, the trio and Russell raced into the haunted bookstore area where they saw a whole section of Goosebumps books. That’s where they saw a mysterious floating letting G that turned the customers into monsters.
They managed to fight off the customers before running down the hall and into the section with the ghost ponies, where Oats asked them to help. The ghost ponies helped the group navigate the remaining area as well as combat a demon horse-monster that looked like the horse from Oats’s nightmare. ‘There she is, mommy. There’s the demon horse who keeps saying i’m unpretty.’
The demonic horse-monster whinnied and charged towards Oats but Oats realized he didn’t have to be afraid of her anymore and told her that prettiness didn’t matter, it was what was on the inside. She apologized to Oats and hugged him. After that, they found the items that were needed to complete the mission and they obtained them all before being teleported to the entrance of the city where they were rewarded.
“We did it…”
“Yeah…that was awesome.”
“There’s one more thing to do though.”
“What would that be?”
Oats looked over at Mel and handed over the locket he had found at the bookstore, it was one that one of the ghosts had left behind. ‘Mommy…shall we give this back to the ghost who is probably looking for it?’, that’s where he saw the ghost floating by, a female ghost at that. ‘Is this your locket?’ ‘It is, thank you.’ ‘No problem.’
After the female ghost floated away with her locket, the trio decided it was time to give Russell something for helping them. Mel gave him a spooky animated toy that she sawi in the store, the toy was an animated toy made to resemble a plate of sushi, which also made spooky sounds as it moved around. ‘Thanks, for everything.’ ‘No problem, Mel..you know, out of all the friends i’ve known, you’re always the one I come back to.’ ‘You mean that?’ ‘Yes, I certainly do.’
“Well it looks like our job here is done, we should go now.”
“Yes I think we should.”
Corey and Oats followed Mel as they hopped into the bed-limo from earlier in their adventure, but before they did…’Goodbye Russell, thank you for helping us.’ ‘See you guys again sometime, and no problem.’, the bed-limo took off as it left the city and headed through the sky, and they arrived all the way back home to their house in Nile Road. Once they arrived back at Nile Road, they arrived in the bedroom as Mel stretched and yawned for a bit.
“That was certainly quite an adventure.”
‘It was, and I learned so much about dreams, mommy.’ Oats responded, hugging Mel as got into bed with her, Corey followed and jumped into bed as well as the trio snuggled up with their favorite owner and companion. ‘Goodnight Corey, goodnight Oatsie.’ ‘Good night, mommy.’ Oatsie responded.
“Good night Corey.”
“Good night Oats.”
‘Good night to you all, see thee in the morrow.’ Oats said to the other microbes and to Corey as he drifted off to sleep and had happy pink dreams of being a princess with a beautiful palace. ‘Good night, Oatsie…friend.’ Corey responded as he drifted off after him and had a dream about being invited to a party in Oats’s palace with some of the other microbes.
All our friends had a peaceful night's sleep, the next morning they were very happy that they had slept well as they got out of bed. That’s where Mel saw something on the table near her desk. ‘Dear Mel, I hope you’ll like this gift I got you and the microbes, I know you like monsters and Spirit Halloween, so I got you some of these as presents.’ Mel opened the box, finding some Spirit Halloween bag clip figures inside them.
“Aaaaw, did Russell send you that, Mel?”
“Yes, he did…he definitely knows what I like.”
“You’re lucky to have such good friends, mommy.”
And thus with that they all hugged each-other and got ready for what they had planned for that day, Oats smiled as he saw his little brother Little Oats getting up for a day of playing and fun adventures in the bed-box. ‘Good morrow to thee, little Oats.’ ‘Good morrow to thee, dearest brother.’ With this..the newest adventure comes to an end but don’t be sad, more adventures are coming up including ‘Koala Rescuers’ the ‘2022 Halloween Special’ and a couple of more fun adventures along the way. Look for adventures featuring Celiac, and also the Webkinz Cyldesdale coming up as well.
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Commissions will open at 18:00 GMT!
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I’m offering limited slots to help raise funds for moving house. Applications will be accepted via a google form which I’ll post the link to on opening.
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Preparing.
Riz stared at his boxer clad reflection in the long floor to ceiling mirror that Theodore had brought into their dorm room. The token straight of the room was one usually most fussed over his appearance out of the four, but today was different.
Today Riz was meeting Gosha, Legoshi’s grandfather.
A Komodo dragon.
He didn’t care that his boyfriend was a hybrid. Hell he had suspected it along with most of the drama club due to his wolf’s beautiful eyes and sheer size. Tao had been surprisingly spot on with his bet, whilst Tem’s generic ‘some kind of lizard’ had been in the right area. Riz’s money had been on some kind of large equine based on just how hush hush Legoshi appeared to be trying to keep his hybrid nature a secret, herbivore- carnivore hybrids being the only type that was still really taboo.
But he was Legoshi’s only living relative. Was the one who had raised him by all accounts following his mother’s .. seclusion. Legoshi was sure he hated him despite Jack’s protests otherwise. Riz frankly trusted Jack’s opinion in the matter more. He loved Legoshi, but a suspicion that had been forming as he had gotten to know the wolf had been pretty much confirmed by the golden hound.
His wolf had depression. Riz would stand by him, help him however he could but in matters that included the wolf’s self image or idea of his value Riz honestly thought any of the 701 guys had a more accurate view of Legoshi then the wolf himself did. How he wish he could ease Legoshi’s self loathing and doubts. Help Legoshi see even a fraction of his true value, his beauty.
Regardless, Riz wanted to make a good impression so was doing everything to make sure his appearance was at it’s best.
“What’s wrong with Riz? You’ve been staring at yourself for ages and looking at your sides.” Nick said cheerfully from where he and Scout were sat on Riz’s bunk watching. Why oh why had he thought asking them for advice would be a good idea? That said they may be able to help.
“Have I put on weight? I know how defined I was wasn’t exactly normal for brown bears but I assumed it was due to the pills… but I’m still taking them.” Not that he was complaining, the amount of times he hated seeing his face in the mirror because he was sure it was too gaunt meant maybe some extra weight would not be bad. That and he had always been jealous of the brown bears in other countries who didn’t have to take those fucking pills, and most of them tended towards the larger side, especially in winter.
Scout grinned. “Well you have been eating more, not that I blame you with your cooking skills I swear you must have made a deal with the devil.” The black bear said cheerfully, swinging his legs into the air and against the underside of the bed.
“That’s to help Legoshi! It was the only way I could persuade him to actually not starve himself!” Riz snapped back, turning around to glare at the couple. It was true, he and Durham had both had a slight panic attack when they realised just how little Legoshi had been eating compared to what was normal for other large carnivores a week after the meteor festival. His boyfriend’s insistence that actually eating a healthy amount would terrify herbivores had Riz pulling his fur out. Thankfully making dinners, either to share here with his dormmates or the 701 guys resulted in Legoshi eating in amounts that were not near starvation levels. The fact Riz had been eating more as part of his attempts to encourage Legoshi’s own eating habits may have slipped his mind, eating together seemed to be most reliable way of getting Legoshi to eat an amount that actually met the nutritional requirements of a large carnivore.
Holding his hands up placatingly, Nick smiled and replied. “Hey calm down griz, it’s not a dig. Frankly I was always worried about you, I mean we are bears. We ain’t designed to have that little body fat. You look hell of a lot better now, less gaunt though I guess you did match Legoshi in that regards.Besides you’ve only been having the migraines once a week since you started eating more that has to be good right?”
That was actually true. In the two months since the meteor festival the frequency of the migraines had decreased. Maybe he should look into it. But on the other hand, what it Legoshi didn’t find him attractive if he put on weight?
“And before you think it I don’t think Legoshi will mind, the mutt’s such a cuddlebug with you it’s adorable.” Scout said cheerfully, causing Riz to blush.
Not that he would ever complain, he loved holding Legoshi or being in his arms. Something about it was just so calming, so peaceful that Riz would happily admit he was addicted to it. The fact they had been caught having fallen asleep cuddled together in either of their dorms had been embarrassing but bearable until someone, Riz suspected Voss, Miguno or Scout had taken a picture and leaked it to the drama club last week.
Tem had been insufferable ever since, his best friend having been gently teasing them both over it but also saying how proud he was of them for being so adorable. Least he wasn’t moping over the fact his confession to Els had resulted in her admission she was already seeing a leopard who was in the computer club. It had been less the rejection and more he hadn’t realised Els was already taken that had stung the alpaca, and Riz and Legoshi had been trying their best to cheer him up since.
“Yeah, in fact I bet he’d love it! I’ve seen the way he snuggles into you and his tail wags when he gets to be your little spoon.” Nick added before pulling his phone out.
Riz sighed, grabbing the black shirt he was going to wear along with the casual smart jeans. Should he wear a tie? Just what was the dress code for meeting your boyfriends family?
“Don’t worry Rizzy I have just the thing!” Scout shouted excitedly as he got up and opened the dorm wardrobe, rummaging through and muttering to himself. Nick just shrugged his shoulders and smiled in the slightly goofy way whenever the black bear did something like this.
“Scout I swear if you are going to try and get me to wear that speedo again you are getting nothing but burnt food for a month!” Riz said sternly, trying not to think of the swimwear his fellow ursine had suggested he wear for a date with Legoshi two weeks ago to Bstrike. He loved swimming as much any other bear, but the idea of wearing something so revealing in public was not his style.
“Yeesh don’t worry I already know how prudish you can be. All I did was suggest you give your wolf a little show, get something other then his tail wagging.” Scout replied with a slightly teasing chuckle as he continued to rummage.
“I still can’t believe you offered to share a speedo Scouty, we ain’t dogs!” Nick said before taking a sip of the bubble tea that he loved but all the other bears hated.
“Collot and Legoshi only accidentally share underwear, it’s only less personal garments they normally share!” Riz bit back before clasping his hands over his muzzle, he had not meant to say that.
Nick raised his eyebrows at Riz suggestivly. “Oh really? And just ho-“ The polar bears question was interrupted when Scout shouted triumphantly from the wardrobe, pulling out a waistcoat similar in style to their school ones but a bright red with plain metal buttons and handing it towards Riz.
Riz stared at it for a few seconds. He had to admit he hadn’t actually updated his clothing style since he was fourteen.
“Well don’t just stand there, put it on! I’ll help with the back.” Scout eagerly said, prompting Riz to do just that, the black bear standing behind him and adjusting the strap as Riz did the buttons. It hung a bit loose on Riz’s still lean frame, emphasising the earlier conversation on his relative thinness to other bears.
He had to admit, the contrast between the red of the waistcoat, black shirt and pill induced paleness of his fur worked. And now that he looked at it was his fur slightly darker, slightly more brown then before? Either way Riz felt more confident with his appearance then he had in years and hoped to Rex this was suitable.
“Daim Riz, shame you are with Legoshi as you are looking fine! The old guy will be jealous of Legoshi!” Scout proudly said, giving a cheesy thumbs up.
Turning, Riz raised an eyebrow at the black bear, Nick facepalming at his boyfriends remark next to him. “Scout, I want to make a good impression with Legoshi’s grandfather, not seduce him.” He said laconically, causing Scout to roll his eyes.
“You know what he meant Riz, now go and meet Gosha before he or Legoshi get cold feet, Jack’s just messaged us to tell you Legoshi has debated calling off three times already.” Nick said in exasperation and defence of his partner.
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So I am finally starting the second part of the Riz section of ‘Never Really Thought About It’ after too long and so far got this scene. My main problem atm is I am planning a duel at a club halloween party between Tem and Louis after the deer insults the carnivores/queer couples in the club again and whilst I have Tem’s outfit sorted (Tem/Bill, Legoshi/Riz, Kibi/Tao and potentially Sheila/Peach are all in Glamrock 5NAF:Security Breach style at Tem, Kibi and peach’s idea/urging.) I have no idea for Louis beyond some kind of royalty that is just impractical enough to contribute to him loosing so any suggestions would be awesome and really helpful.
As ever Riz’s roommates of Nick, Theo and Scout are @littlepuffy4ever’s.
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Hello I’m not sure if I’ve already requested something from you so I apologize if I have.
A nickname of mine is Lo. I am AFAB genderfluid using he/him and they/them pronouns. I have severe anxiety and depression though I am currently medicated enough where I can make it through the day. I have 4 cats and am currently fostering a 5th one. I am obsessed with horror and have a specific love for the Saw franchise and will force whoever you pair me with to watch it unless they give me a clear and precise no. I am scared of cooking things because I’m afraid I will hurt myself. I do Equine therapy(therapy with horses) and I want to be a music therapist for people with PTSD, children with autism, and elderly people with dementia.
(I have an idea of two possibilities on who you’ll pair me with)
I pair you with Heisenberg!
He's never been a big fan of animals, but I can definitely see him warming up to some cats if you brought them into the factory. ( the safer parts of course). At first he'd be anxious about them making messes or destroying something, but he learns to enjoy their company.
Still, he pretends that they're a pain in his ass. He can't let anyone know he's actually fallen in love with the little guys.
While he is very bad with emotions, he will try his best to help you out during your depressed or anxious moments. He'd sit down with you and try to get you to talk to him. "So uh... what's wrong? Is there something I can do?" He's soooo bad at this but the poor guy tries his best.
If you describe to him the plots of certain horror movies, especially Saw, his interest will definitely be peaked.
When he finally has some spare time away from working on his metal army, he sits down and watches horror movies with you.
He's definitely the type to laugh when something fucked up happens. He'd also probably try to scare you during the movie, randomly jumping or making random loud noises. It puts the biggest smile on his face when it works.
But, if you're ever genuinely scared during a movie, he'd do subtle things to help out, like wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close.
He also hates cooking and gets most (if not all) of his meals from the Duke.
Speaking of the Duke, he often gives you food as payment if you help out with some of his horses.
The mans got a fuck ton of PTSD so he thinks your passion for helping others, including people like him, is admirable.
#resident evil#resident evil 8#re8#re8 heisenberg#karl heisenberg#karl heisenberg x reader#karl heisenberg headcanon
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@brooklynislandgirl {{xx}}
Though Coulson knows the precise measurements and composition of the decontamination chamber, along with the shear and tensile strength of the various materials used in its construction, it still gives him a moment's pause to see Beth slamming her hands against the glass. Not only is it impregnated with lead, it's also reinforced with latticed titanium situated between its multiple panes. Even so, he realizes that Beth is remaining inside the cell more out of exhaustion and politeness than any truly compliant spirit. He had, after all, promised her that they wouldn't subject her to restraints and a battery of degrading experiments. To that promise he holds, even now. The sensors in the cell register no ambient radiation coming from her of any discernible type, but there isn't a soul on Earth who doesn't recall how the Fantastic Four got their start... cosmic rays that had defied description or classification.
And that Beta Ray Bill's ship had come into contact with such rays while bringing Beth home is worth all the caution that can be mustered. Even in this wholly humiliating moment for Beth, which Coulson privately but deeply wishes was not necessary.
He's inclined to cross his arms over his chest when she spits out the Director's name and nearly concludes her epithet, but he admires her self-restraint, even if she redirects it towards lashing out at him. She doesn't know the relationship he and Fury have, and chances are she never will (there's barely even a handful of people who do), but he would prefer that if she utters insults, they not be towards the man who helped save the world from the Kree, lost the use of his eye for his troubles, and will never have a single word of praise sung for it.
The look on her face when he directs her to give her impression is enough to curdle milk, and heaven knows Coulson's seen it on many an interrogation subject that wasn't willing to cooperate. But she's not a _subject_ of SHIELD's interest, she's an agent. That alone is evidently no longer enough to offer her the comfort and assurance that she normally basks in when he shows faith in her... and absent letting her out of the chamber in violation of protocol, he's not sure what will.
For those few moments, it seems as though they're merely at an impasse. Until she begins to talk. And she speaks in phrases of subjective admiration rather than in the language of a clinical diagnostician. She refers to her extraterrestrial escort as a being of astounding magnificence and beauty. There are bits and pieces she offers about his appearance, which is nothing Coulson isn't already aware of -- when last the Lady Sif had visited Earth on a mission from Asgard, she traded information with SHIELD by speaking of a wandering warrior from a distant realm with distinctly equine features. An "oath-brother" to Thor himself, yet Thor was content not to speak much of this being to SHIELD, SWORD, or other emblematic organizations contributing to the defense of Earth and its citizens... and perhaps, Coulson suspects, it's because Thor had spent so much of his time with those organizations speaking of known threats to Earth. Clearly Sif did not believe Beta Ray Bill to belong on such a list, as she had spoken of him with glowing reverence.
The same appears to be true from Beth, also. For a few moments, her misery seems to clear as she seems awash in elation over the alien warrior's _speech_, of all things. By now, they're both familiar with the specific cadences and nuances customary to All-Tongue, an Asgardian linguistic model which seems to be perfectly understood by any who speak it or hear it, no matter their origin. But Beth seems to have a particular affinity for Bill's specific exercise of the language, and it's something Coulson puts a mental pin into for further analysis.
For an instant, he feels a single, solitary bubble of heat rise up from somewhere in the pit of his stomach. If it were merely a matter of Beth calling him by his first name in such an enraged manner, or if it were merely her implication that he'd done something sinister with her noble knight of the stars, such a bubble would never exist -- but the two, uttered within the same breath, gives him cause to clasp his forefinger and thumb about his opposing wrist with just the slightest bit more pressure. She knows him better than that by now. She must. It's not a calm and rational Beth he's looking at, and he knows it. This Beth is frightened and tired and isolated in what is functionally a cage, and some part of her is straining for a means of escape... or, failing that, any measure of control she can obtain.
It takes him a moment to find his calm voice, but once he does, it's easy for him to give her an answer. "He stayed aboard his ship. It's in geostationary orbit. Straight up from here, actually, about twenty-two thousand miles. Once we told him about the decontamination protocol, he indicated he thought it would be inappropriate to put lives even potentially at risk by exposing himself down here even just on his way to a chamber. t'll be up to him whether he wants to come down here afterwards, though he's of course invited to come for a debrief." He releases his wrist, finally, and spreads his hands... as much a gesture of peace offering as he can make. "That way, we can be thorough and properly thank him for returning you."
Within the next several moments, the atrium door slides open and Fitz enters, bearing aloft a SHIELD tablet wrapped in a protective rubber-and-metal sheath that looks like it could endure an air strike. When his eyes pass across Beth and her ferocious expression and posture, he hesitates in place and swallows, then glances to Coulson for permission to enter further. "Sorry, sir," he stammers, his Scottish brogue coming through more thickly in the tense moment he's clearly interrupted. "Brought you the tablet you requested. And, uh, he's hailing us, sir."
Coulson turns and reaches out one hand to Fitz, who hands over the tablet immediately and casts one more guilty glance in Beth's direction -- and seems to immediately regret the act, as his eyes shift instantly back to his superior officer. Coulson, meantime, holds the tablet up and taps the screen twice; the display goes black, and then blitzes with white noise for a moment before coalescing into the of an elongated face with no lips, framed by a gleaming silver winged helm that would have looked far more at home on the head of a Viking than an alien.
"Hail, Son of Coul." The warrior's baritone voice filters through the device. "My media exchange with your Agent Brandt is complete. Have you received your Agent Beth?"
"We have," Coulson acknowledges, "and she's in de-con right now. I'm afraid the protocol is leaving her a little worse for wear." His eyes shift up to Beth. "But she's here and she's safe."
"Would you consent to permit her to speak with me?"
"I don't have a problem with it, but ultimately the consent is hers to give." Coulson's eyebrows rise in her direction. "Agent Beth? There’s a Beta Ray Bill on the line for you."
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Lifting the Sea
“Where’s Cas?”
Dean does a full comedic rotation before spotting the Angel— his husband— whatever, scowling at his phone near a landmark.
He shrugs, “Catching those little monster dudes probably. Apparently they’re all over the place here.”
Sam’s brow furls, he looks over at Eileen who shrugs.
“What?”
“You know that fuckin’ app that everybody was obsessed with like... 5 years ago? Pocket something something”
Sam frowns for a split second then it hits him.
“Pokémon go?”
“Yeah that shit.” Dean shrugs again, his green eyes still fixed on the man in question. “I knew it was a mistake getting a smartphone” but he doesn’t sound nearly as bothered as he claims. He glares upward. “It’s fucking hot”
Sam’s also dart up. “I mean. It’s the beach Dean.” He stares pointedly at his brother’s attire. “Would it kill you to buy some shorts maybe a tshirt?”
Dean pulls a face, but doesn’t argue, Cas is waving happily- just now noticing how far they’ve walked away from him. He points excitedly to his phone and says something.
“Can’t hear—” Dean sighs, “CAN’T HEAR YA CAS, you’re too far” he yells, smiling softly. “Asshole.”
Dean points at the nearby shop, waving to get Sam’s attention, a couple kids are clustered around Cas chattering to him animatedly.
“Sam. Can you keep an eye on him? I’ll be right back”
~~~
When Dean walks back out into the sunshine Cas has finally decided to join them. He’s signing to Eileen and going intensely through the alphabet. Probably more about that damn Pokémon game.
Sam whistles, “I’m blind” he laughs. “Your legs, they’re reflecting the sun”
Dean flips him off.
“No, but for real Dean, have your thighs ever been exposed to light? Are you sure it’s safe?”
“HA, HA, fuck you”
Cas turns at his voice, eyes glowing happily, and how in the hell did Dean Winchester get so lucky.
“I caught a Charizard in the wild Dean, none of the other players were able to capture him” He informs proudly, phone still out, finger flipping with precision, “You have very nice legs” he adds. “The sunlight will cause you to have more freckles, plus the added health benefits of vitamin D”
Dean winks, “Any nude beaches out here? I could benefit from your vitamin d”
Sam retches, seizing the umbrella from Dean and heading toward the beach. “You two are disgusting”
Dean waves cheerily before turning back to his boyfriend— husband.
“So What’s a charred—“
“Charizard.” Cas corrects, “dragon fire type”
“Uh-huh” Dean reaches for Cas’ hand, it takes him a second to get used to flicking with his thumb, but he manages, Dean lets Cas lead. “Did you bully those kids out of their dragon? Dragons suck dude.”
“It is very rare to catch in the wild, Edwin told me, he is one of the top players in this region, he is 12, and though he is Team Valor, and I am team Instinct, I decided to trust him.”
“Whatever you say babe.”
“I think you might enjoy this game Dean, it combines hunting and tracking with less bloodshed and all of the monsters seem kind.” Cas squints suddenly, yanking them out of the flow of traffic and down onto the beach. “I see combees.”
~~
“Handsome and artistic, you’ve gotta be a serial killer right?”
Dean raises his head, shielding his eyes in the sun. She’s tall, and curvy with sparkling eyes and a near perfect smile.
“I don’t know about artistic, but I never murder and tell”
She throws out a hand.
“I’m Clarice”
“Dean.”
She notices the lift of his expression and rolls her eyes good naturally, “Yeah like Silence of the Lambs”
“Put the lotion in the basket” he intones with a mock accent.
“Yeah that never gets old”
He laughs and she smiles and takes a seat on the beach chair beside him.
“What brings you out here into the sunshine?”
“Celebratin’.” His eyes turn back to his sketchbook, thumb smudging a carefully drawn mop of black hair.
“Oh, that’s fun, how old are you?” She doesn’t seem bothered by his in attention, sips her drink and watches him sketch.
“Ah um” He shifts and does the mental math. “Forty-three I think...”
“Looking good” she says appreciatively. He’s too focused on the lines, eyes occasionally darting to the ocean, quite obviously only half listening. She’s not put off yet- no ring on his finger, only a necklace with two silver circles and that could mean anything.
“So uh, a couple of my friends are headed down into the—“
“DEAN!”
His attention is immediately diverted, a man waist-deep in the frigid surf is pointing excitedly at something, he’s still wearing his snorkel mask. He pulls something free of the water- revealing a long, lean wriggling shape.
“Is that a fucking shark?” Dean mutters in disbelief, then much louder “CAS is that a fucking shark?”
A giant man with longer hair stops splashing the woman with him, turns and starts cackling. The shark handler pulls his mask off, beaming. “Jack would love this!”
Clarice shades her eyes and takes a good look at the man with the shark and then at the drawing Dean’s been working on.
“Who’s that?” She asks, his distraction giving her a better chance seeing what’s in his sketchbook.
A lovingly rendered drawing of what looks like the man with the shark. But in the sketch it’s in a much different position, hair ruffled in detail over his brow. Blankets pooled around his barely covered hipbones. His eyes burn with inner heat despite the fact that they’re merely pencil on paper. His subject had clearly been in love with whomever he’d been looking at.
“That is my boyfriend, he’s gonna get his nipple bit off if he’s not careful.” Dean’s smiling cause Sam is trying to talk Cas into releasing the shark and is clearly failing. “Oh hell, I guess husband now.”
She stands, “I am so sorry, I didn’t realize. I gotta—“
“Nice to meet you Clarice” he says, honestly surprised by her quick exit. “Yo STEVE IRWIN. put the shark down and come up here— time to reapply sunblock”
~~
“Who was that woman?” Cas asks, shaking like a dog and stirring a loud swearing session out of Dean as he shields his sketchbook from the saltwater.
“What woman?”
“The one speaking to you earlier? When I caught the shark?”
Dean looks completely vacant before remembering. “Oh shit, yeah! Clarice or something. Nice lady.”
Cas nods, waiting patiently while Dean starts applying sunscreen to his back.
“Did she need something?”
Dean shrugs, “just being friendly I guess, lean close. I gotta get your nose”
Cas hums and obliges, he grins suddenly and rips open a Velcro pocket in his trunks revealing his prize to Dean.
“Is that a goddamn crab Castiel?”
The angel nods happily. “We should find out if Claire can FaceTime. She would love to see.”
~~
Claire and Kaia lean close, Dean’s got the camera aimed so that it’s mostly sky and their foreheads. Cas is smushed against his cheek waving.
“Jesus.” Claire hisses. “Hold the damn camera still. Dean— look, YOU’RE the square in the corner.”
Kaia hasn’t stopped giggling since they connected.
“How is Kansas?” Cas asks. “Are you well?”
Claire rolls her eyes. “You’ve been gone two days. It’s the same Cas— house burned down and a ghoul attack—“
The camera reels, two deep gruff voices start speaking rapidly.
“She’s joking!” Kaia intervenes. “Castiel, Dean. She’s joking. We’re fine and safe, worst thing that happened is we ran out of coffee.”
He nods seriously— the left side of Dean’s face is unamused.
“Tell them not to put damn Walmart coffee in my coffee machine—“
Cas lifts a blurry item into view. “I caught a crab today,”
She freezes only for a moment, crabs had been her thing in 1st grade. Her dad had shared some of his favorite memories with Cas; she was realizing that he did it because he trusted the angel. The crab thing was a new one— he seems proud though, pleased that he remembered.
“He also caught a fucking shark with his bare hands.” Dean adds, taking the phone back, view now up his nostrils. They’re both sunburned and nearly glowing with happiness. “Almost lost a nipple”
“I did not.” It’s Cas’ turn to roll his eyes. “I will send you photographs via messaging after the call.”
“When are you guys headed back?” Claire asks, cause she’s pleased about the pictures and doesn’t know how to admit it.
Dean turns the camera again. This time slightly more centered.
“Sam and Eileen are heading home tomorrow, but Cas says he has more surprises for me and “undomesticated equine could not drag the secrets from him’”
Dean and Claire snort simultaneously.
“I was being funny.” Cas interjects, Dean laughs at something off camera and grabs his face, kissing Cas’ cheek. “I know the saying.”
“Gotta go.” Dean says, with a wink. “Gotta get our vitamin D for the day, right Sunshine?”
The camera tips; Cas is frowning in confusion and they can barely see the top of Dean’s now suggestively wagging eyebrows.
“Oh. Uh. Yes.” Cas looks guiltily at the phone and shakes his head at Dean. “Vitamins.”
Kaia starts wheezing with laughter. It dawns on Claire moments later.
“That’s fucking gross.”
Cas shrugs apologetically, Dean’s laughter fills the background.
“We appear to be having connection issues.” Cas mutters, They watch Cas fumble with the phone as he frantically tries to hang up before Dean does anything scandalous.
“See you in a week!” Dean shouts. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
“Bye...” the screen goes dark and Claire is left with her and Kaia’s amused reflections. “Dads.”
~~
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happy without me: all about luv - h.rj
ALL ABOUT LUV ‣ HAPPY WITHOUT ME
just face it, she’s happy without you. but i don’t believe it, is she really?
paring: huang renjun x fem!reader
genre: angst, fluff
word count: 2.5k
info: exes to lovers!au, non-idol!au, college!au, cousin!jaemin
warnings: sensitive themes, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, toxic relationship, mention of rape and sexual assault, sexual assault, explicit/vulgar language
tag list: @jenotation @luvlyjaemin @woofie-nctzen-fanarts-320 @tzuqui @sunnyrenjunnie @nino7011 @thatanonymousgirl-as14 @minhehe @chrspychan @jimelonji @mykokorobeats4u @aminihhj @jeonjungkat @wishfulldreamss @ilymarkchan @ja3hy4n @beautifulbakerycookiegiant @jisungiepwark52 @sharamanne @commentgirl @littlefluu @chicksung @lixseu @jenosgirlllll
a/n: i’m sorry this is so short i did renjun dirty :( i got writers block writing it but it’s ok! ill do better on the next one which is chenle or jeno (prolly jeno) i gotta chekc but yay finally part 2 to all about luv
APRIL IN JEJU
It's been 7 months since you've parted ways with your first love. You two were the supposed high school sweethearts of your year so it confused most of the other students when they found out. Renjun and you were meant for one another but the fact he decided on attending SKKU since had received a scholarship for his outstanding academic records, he couldn't turn down the offer and was determined on enrolling however you were attending Cheju Halla University which was all the way in Jeju City. That was a 55-minute plane ride away from Renjun! Avoiding the future relationship problems to come from long-distance you two would most likely face, the breakup was mutual and you two parted ways at the airport indulging in a rather pitiful hug.
Here you were, walking through the Department of Equine Science, trailing behind your friends Soomin and Mina. It was the first time you decided to skip class and it was thrilling in your opinion, "Come on, they're waiting!" Soomin whisper-yelled. They?
You make sure to ask her who 'they' were since you and Mina weren't standing dumbfounded and possibly in trouble. "The volleyball team dummy," Soomin says skipping to past the classrooms into Gym A. It brought you back to the old times, visiting Renjun during Soccer practice, making sure he's well-fed and not overworked. Quickly snapping out of it you join the girls on the bleachers to cheer on the boys. Although you are able to tell people you've moved on from your first love, you've spent restless nights looking back at your messages, pictures just reminiscing the past.
The butterflies he's caused you still flutter every now and then hoping their commotion was heard and you've finally made the big move back to Seoul but sadly you haven't gotten up and gone yet.
Tonight you were preparing for a mini-quiz, it so happened that Mina shared the class with you. Scheduling a sleepover at Soomin's place here you all are sitting in her living room stuffing your faces with whatever salty and sweet treats her mom had bought. "Oh. My. God." Mina tells you after reading your DM request on Instagram, "What?" you ask confused over what she thought was so extraordinary. She motions Soomin to look at your earning a surprised what the fuck from the girl. "Min-fucking-Ho wants to DM you... He's like one of the hottest guys in our division and has never been seen with a girl so wanting to text you definitely a what the fuck moment. You shake your head before opening the DM request..."He's asking me out for dinner?" You say which Soomin demands you to accept the offer before he moves on. "You've gotta move on from Renjun you know? He won't come by swooping you by the legs asking you for his hand in marriage. He's all the way in Seoul Y/n, I'm pretty sure he's moved on by now with someone else it's time you do too. Now hand e your phone so I can tell him you want to go on that date." Mina tells you after you attempt to reject Minho. She gave you the truth even if it hurt (a lot), you sigh in defeat handing over your phone.
"Can't believe you're going on a date with Minho," Soomin says watching Mina type away. "I know right, lucky girl" Mina replies as you nod.
APRIL IN SEOUL
Meanwhile, at SKKU Renjun's majoring in Arts & humanities. Languages, Literature & Linguistics which has been taking up most of his time keeping his mind off his recent split. He was devastated the first week but had to obviously push it aside if he wanted extraordinary marks just like in high school, even if he wanted his thoughts to be occupied with your figure in his head he simply couldn't know his classes were paying attention to him along with the other honor students that attended on a scholarship.
"Is that your girlfriend?" Jeno, Renjun's only friend at Sungkyunkwan asked. He's got to know Renjun for who he was today but he's never really opened up about his life before University. Jeno noticed Renjun staring at your recent Instagram post for a little too long to not think you were at least flirting in direct messages. "No," He said quick and panicky before shoving his phone back into his pocket, after relaxing he turns to Jeno. "She's my ex, we broke up 7 months ago." Jeno's mouth goes agape momentarily in realization, "Why? If you don't mind me asking..." He asked the smaller boy beside him. "She went to Jeju for University when SKKU was just a 20-minute train ride from our neighborhood," Renjun replied with a scoff recollecting the memory of the day you told him you got accepted into Cheju Halla. Jeno nods understandingly deciding to continue studying instead of riling him up.
JULY IN JEJU
A full three months have passed and you were still in the first place you were in back in April, heartbroken. Although a lot of things have drastically changed since April it had only made you feel worse about yourself. For starters, you've been 'dating' Minho since April even if you realized on the first date he had only wanted you to fulfil his sexual desires. He's strung his act long enough and you've tried breaking up with the boy for a month now but he won't let you, he's always threatening you "I'll tell the school what type of whore you are." or something about inflicting pain on someone close to you like Soomin or Mina, which is why you've kept quiet for about the last three weeks.
You were in pulled harshly by the arm by Minho as he pulled you into the supply closet of the Gymnasium, “Minho, I don’t want you to touch me there,” You politely ask the boy who’s currently taking advantage of his supposed spouse. “I don’t even want to date you! Why do you keep acting like this- Let go!” You whisper-yell to Minho who’s trailing his hands up and in between your thighs. "Shut up," He simply tells you before snaking his hand to your mouth shutting you up as you let out a choked cry.
JULY IN SEOUL
"She looks so happy with that Minho, right?” Renjun asked Jeno, scrolling through your tagged post. “I mean from what we know yeah,” He tells him. Renjun sighs, he knew he would genuinely be happy for you if you moved on but it had seemed rather quick. "It's almost been a year, she's moved on. Why don't you?" Jeno asked innocently. Renjun had a gut feeling of some sort; telling him not to move on and instead of ignoring it like you (which brought you nowhere since you're still deeply in love with him) did he's just kept a close eye on you. Shaking his head no he tells Jeno, "Something isn't right about.." He lifts the phone to the photo of you and Minho, Mina had tagged you in, "That."
DECEMBER IN JEJU
"I promise I'll text you, I just need to get off this freaking island for winter break at least." You tell Mina and Soomin on Face-time, "Okay we will miss you! How did Minho take this? It's your first Christmas together and you leave?" She asked worriedly. You mumble a fuck before looking at the camera. "I didn't tell him," You say earning gasps from the two. "He's your boyfriend though.." Soomin said; "Who doesn't treat me like a fucking human being." Your words were strong, rippling a wave of awkwardness, "I'm fine by the way I’m staying with my cousin Jaemin, but if I don't come back it’s cause he spoilt me into staying."
DECEMBER IN SEOUL
"Merry Almost Christmas!" Renjun screeches before entering his shared apart with his new friend group, Jeno had introduced Renjun to his best pal, Jaemin and Renjun had taken in a very lonely Haechan later introducing him to the two. Today they were all celebrating their first Christmas together with a classic holiday film and cupcakes every day until Christmas.
"Guys we have a guest today!" Jaemin sings opening the door widely to show a shorter girl beside the boy with a suitcase in hand.
"What are you doing here?" Renjun and you said simultaneously as you locked eye contact. "I'm visiting Jaemin, my cousin." You tell him hands moving into the air to point towards the boy, "I am Jaemin's roommate." He responded before getting up from the couch brushing off the crumbs off his lap before walking towards the door to stand in front of you. He hadn't grown any taller still rocking his tiny 5'7 figure, but tall enough to tower over you, who hadn't grown since freshman year.
"She's here." Jeno tells Renjun who's head is under the pillow, "She's here." Jeno repeats, "She's here, She's here," Renjun whispered to himself taking it all in. He always wished for you to get off the fucking island go back into his arms, transferring to SKKU, knowing you had the skill to land a spot without hesitation, but finally seeing you after 10 months of no contact was frightening to him. Why did you seem so brittle? You looked pained, it wasn't his job to care about you anymore, but he couldn't help himself. He loved you more than himself and there's a (humongous) chunk of him that still did. Renjun gets up and sits crisscrossed on the single bed across from Jeno's bed where he was idling on his phone laying down "She's here but she's not here." He said which caught Jeno's attention, his face wrinkling in confusion. "She's not okay, something's wrong. I know it," He finishes getting up to walk out to you- who's catching up with Jaemin in the kitchen while preparing for dinner, stopping immediately as a rush of nerves came over him telling him to stop.
"Hope you boys like Hotteok!" You said facing Jeno and Haechan who were smiling in awe of your cooking skills, "I know Injun and Jaems like it so I made it tonight." You cheerfully smile towards the other two boys. “Glad to see you remembered,” It took a lot for Renjun to even say a sentence to you without having a gaze on you for a little too long afterwards.
It was his chance, he walked out of the bedroom the moment he saw you walk by his door towards the guest room. "Can I come in?" He asked. "Of course Injun," You couldn't believe yourself, being so calm and comfortable with all the tension. Had it really been ten months? He thought to himself as he sat beside you on the bed. "So," He rubbed his thighs nervously "How've you been?" Horrible. You stare down at the carpet admiring it while you figure a way to lie to the boy who knew you better than you knew yourself. "Fine, I've been..." You sigh avoiding eye contact, "Fine." He looks at you concerned, "You can't lie to me Y/n." Grabbing your hand caressing it for a second knowing it relaxed you a bit in tough scenarios. Suddenly your phone began to ring, grabbing to read the caller id. "Oh, should I go?" Renjun asked after reading the contact name 'Minho' "No!" You shouted quickly grabbed his wrist pulling him back down before he walked out. Declining the call you spoke, "I'd talk to you over anyone any day." Damn, when did I get so smooth You mentally note that smirking to yourself slightly watching as Renjun bursted into a frenzy of laughter, "Smooth," He comments.
"So, was that Minho guy...your boyfriend?" He asked in which you replied with a strong No. "Well," You started "A boyfriend is someone who listens to me someone who values my opinions and beliefs. Someone who is truly interested in what you enjoy doing, or what you like most in life and interested in who I am as a person." You pause to see him grab you hand intertwining your hand, quickly signalling you to continue. "Someone who makes me laugh, or trusts me. But more importantly, disrespect me and force me into," Tears collected in your eyes threatening to fall, "Things." Renjun knows what to do to comfort you quickly pulling you into his embrace, melting when you wrap around him, head in the crook of his neck sobbing quietly. "He made me do things Renjun-ah. Horrible things. I hate him so much, I can't break up with him. Figured running away would've been a better option." He strokes your hair telling you it's okay and to relax. He couldn't help but smile though; he was right. He knew, he knew something was off and made it his number one priority to find out what it was, who would've known you would open up and make your first actual conversation with your ex- whom you dated for a nearly all of senior year about the toxic relationship you found yourself in after him.
JANUARY IN SEOUL
"I got to leave tomorrow." You told Renjun, whom you rekindled an old flame with over your stay. C
"Do you think about me sometimes? 'Cause I think about you sometimes" You asked Renjun looking at him from the mirror, as he watched you do your hair for an outing with your cousin. After that night in your bedroom, you decided on hanging out more and became close friends once more. But the butterflies in your stomach didn't leave, instead, they emitted flying more enthusiastically near him, with him. "I don't think about you sometimes 'Cause I think about you all the time," He said, which made you look down to the floor before turning around to face him. "It made me so jealous knowing you were so far away with that disgusting bastard happy without me" He grabs your hand; which you intertwine your fingers with happily a smile dancing upon your lips watching him reciprocate it.
"Stay." He tells you. You cuddle into his embrace as he caressed the top of your head. The two of your legs entangled under the sheets having one of your midnight talks. "You know I can't," You start quickly zipping your mouth not wanting to go any further, "Students who have outstanding academic records, or who have financial difficulties, who have submitted a complete scholarship application," Renjun said, which just made your jaw drop. Did he do his research? "You can still enroll for the second semester which starts in two weeks. Have your friends send your belongings." He finished watching as you lifted yourself up resting your head in your palm. "Really?" You asked, breath taken away to say more. Could you really live here in Seoul? With Renjun? "Yes, I can kick Jeno into the guest room while we can have this room all to ourselves." He kissed the top of your hand watching the cheeky smile erupt from you with giggles. "We can be together." You said- asked to yourself, "We can be together" Renjun tells you before pulling you back.
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Oats and Corey in..
Entering Nightmare City
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A nightmare is a type of dream that you have that is bad or scary, nothing makes sense in dreams but that doesn’t mean you cannot speculate…our favorite microbe and equine duo was having trouble sleeping one night and they came to Mel for help, Mel offered to take them on a magical dream journey to find the source of nightmares and that’s when they concentrated and the bed transformed into a limo and flew through the window, taking them to a city where it is always dark even if it is daylight. Corey and Oats were both a little afraid but didn’t mind as they traversed through the city and arrived in what appeared to be a nightmare level based on what appeared to be someone’s childhood home in England.
In their previous adventure they had been to this city…Nocturnal City, where it is always night even during the day. Corey was very afraid at first but he didn’t mind, as he and Oats looked around the city…seeing various monsters roam around was creepy yet fascinating. Mel helped them as she showed them a mother koala which was Nathan’s spirit guide. The duo looked around the city as the creatures danced around, wreaking all sorts of supernatural havoc.
Corey wandered down the street as he saw a building which was some sort of park hosting a halloween party, he investigated the party only to come across what appeared to be performers in costumes turning into real versions of the characters they were dressed as, followed by performers turning demonic and charging towards him. He screamed before heading towards a graveyard area and hiding behind a grave. That’s when Oats came to help his friend as he used his magic to fight off some demons.
Oats saw some ghostly ponies floating around as they headed towards what appeared to be a halloween store that resembled a Spirit Halloween store, the duo and Mel walked through the store…seeing lots of monsters coming to life and the like. He heard what appeared to be the sounds of demons but he wasn’t afraid.
The trio headed down one section of the store as ghosts floated around them, but luckily some of their friends from the actual Spirit Halloween were there to help them such as Lord Raven, Monty and Possessed Pumpkin. Corey turned into a bat-like form as Oats became a ghostly pony and the group encountered numerous monsters.
Corey flew over to what appeared to be an elderly gentleman that resembled the character of Doctor Nefario from Despicable Me, the elderly gentleman seemed to be helping out looking at the Nightmare Before Christmas and Hocus Pocus merchandise when the covid microbe asked him a couple of questions and wondered if he had seen him before. There was something oddly familiar about the man, maybe it was the British accent that reminded Corey of someone.
“Excuse me mister…I don’t believe i’ve met you before.”
“Oh I believe you have.”
“What do you mean by that? Your badge says your name is Mr N..Fario.”
“Well actually…i’m not him, the real Mr N.Fario is alive and well in this store.”
‘Is this going where I think it is?’ ‘You mean that trope where the person unmasks and it’s another person underneath? Sure…that’s where it’s going, but just because this is fitting for the story.’ ‘If the real Mr N.Fario is at the store too, does that mean?’ ‘That’s right…i’m not him, i’m…’ Mr N..Fario’s doppelganger reached at the sides of his face and pulled at it, taking off bits as off they were a rubber mask, and then pulling it over his head to reveal he wasn’t who he was.
When he took the mask he had of Mr N.Fario off and put it aside, he addressed the duo…’Actually Corey, yes I do know your name, because i’ve seen you before, yes…Corey I have met you and your friends, as I mentioned, I am not Mr N.Fario…i’m Russell.’ ‘Russell Brand? What are you doing working here?’ ‘I am here to help you to fend off the evil entities that lurk in this place.
“So you were posing as an elderly person despite the actual person still being alive?”
“I was filling in for him.”
“Unless you’re not really Russell and that there’s another mask underneath.”
‘Of course i’m me. That was the only mask I made to wear. I disguised myself like that to hide from people. But that does raise an interesting question, are we ever truly ourselves or are we just putting on costumes to deceive those we love? That is indeed something to pontificate about.’ ‘You seem to pontificate a lot about these sorts of things.’ ‘’I’m just curious and ask a lot of questions, that’s all. No harm in that.’
“Have you ever heard curiosity killed the cat?”
Russell perked up as he ran over to Mel and hugged her…’Oh Mel, I love it when you come along with your offbeat sense of humor.’ Mel laughed as she hugged him back. ‘Well we are glad to see you. We could use your help here.’ ‘I’d be more than happy to assist you three and help you.’
“Thanks, you’re a true friend.”
The trio and Russell navigated around the shop’s many areas as they saw several undead customers coming towards Mel, Mel got out a chainsaw and sliced several of them up while Corey turned into a number of creature forms. Oatsie found himself helping by distracting several of the customers by doing the Thriller dance.
Corey raced around, grabbing various halloween props and using them as weapons in the battle, while Oats’s dancing distracted some of the undead customers and stopped them from getting to them. Mel and Russell concentrated on some dark supernatural energy attacks and fought off some of the remaining group.
After clearing away the undead customers and some of the monsters, a passage-way opened at the other side of the store which lead to the exit and into another level of the city, this one resembling a studio or museum that had several movie and tv props, one exhibit was one Mel knew well, an exhibition themed around the British satirical puppet show Spitting Image and it included puppet caricatures from the classic 80’s version and the modern version, they saw numerous puppets of famous people in that very specific style the show was known for, despite being puppets the Spitting Image caricatures were presented as being real like with the Muppets.
Corey originally was a little bit scared of them but he perked up when he saw how funny some of them were and he realized that they were actually pretty amusing, and when he saw there was a puppet version of him, a covid microbe named Roni to be exact. After that, the trio and Russell raced into the haunted bookstore area where they saw a whole section of Goosebumps books. That’s where they saw a mysterious floating letting G that turned the customers into monsters.
They managed to fight off the customers before running down the hall and into the section with the ghost ponies, where Oats asked them to help. The ghost ponies helped the group navigate the remaining area as well as combat a demon horse-monster that looked like the horse from Oats’s nightmare. ‘There she is, mommy. There’s the demon horse who keeps saying i’m unpretty.’
The demonic horse-monster whinnied and charged towards Oats but Oats realized he didn’t have to be afraid of her anymore and told her that prettiness didn’t matter, it was what was on the inside. She apologized to Oats and hugged him. After that, they found the items that were needed to complete the mission and they obtained them all before being teleported to the entrance of the city where they were rewarded.
“We did it…”
“Yeah…that was awesome.”
“There’s one more thing to do though.”
“What would that be?”
Oats looked over at Mel and handed over the locket he had found at the bookstore, it was one that one of the ghosts had left behind. ‘Mommy…shall we give this back to the ghost who is probably looking for it?’, that’s where he saw the ghost floating by, a female ghost at that. ‘Is this your locket?’ ‘It is, thank you.’ ‘No problem.’
After the female ghost floated away with her locket, the trio decided it was time to give Russell something for helping them. Mel gave him a spooky animated toy that she sawi in the store, the toy was an animated toy made to resemble a plate of sushi, which also made spooky sounds as it moved around. ‘Thanks, for everything.’ ‘No problem, Mel..you know, out of all the friends i’ve known, you’re always the one I come back to.’ ‘You mean that?’ ‘Yes, I certainly do.’
“Well it looks like our job here is done, we should go now.”
“Yes I think we should.”
Corey and Oats followed Mel as they hopped into the bed-limo from earlier in their adventure, but before they did…’Goodbye Russell, thank you for helping us.’ ‘See you guys again sometime, and no problem.’, the bed-limo took off as it left the city and headed through the sky, and they arrived all the way back home to their house in Nile Road. Once they arrived back at Nile Road, they arrived in the bedroom as Mel stretched and yawned for a bit.
“That was certainly quite an adventure.”
‘It was, and I learned so much about dreams, mommy.’ Oats responded, hugging Mel as got into bed with her, Corey followed and jumped into bed as well as the trio snuggled up with their favorite owner and companion. ‘Goodnight Corey, goodnight Oatsie.’ ‘Good night, mommy.’ Oatsie responded.
“Good night Corey.”
“Good night Oats.”
‘Good night to you all, see thee in the morrow.’ Oats said to the other microbes and to Corey as he drifted off to sleep and had happy pink dreams of being a princess with a beautiful palace. ‘Good night, Oatsie…friend.’ Corey responded as he drifted off after him and had a dream about being invited to a party in Oats’s palace with some of the other microbes.
All our friends had a peaceful night's sleep, the next morning they were very happy that they had slept well as they got out of bed. That’s where Mel saw something on the table near her desk. ‘Dear Mel, I hope you’ll like this gift I got you and the microbes, I know you like monsters and Spirit Halloween, so I got you some of these as presents.’ Mel opened the box, finding some Spirit Halloween bag clip figures inside them.
“Aaaaw, did Russell send you that, Mel?”
“Yes, he did…he definitely knows what I like.”
“You’re lucky to have such good friends, mommy.”
And thus with that they all hugged each-other and got ready for what they had planned for that day, Oats smiled as he saw his little brother Little Oats getting up for a day of playing and fun adventures in the bed-box. ‘Good morrow to thee, little Oats.’ ‘Good morrow to thee, dearest brother.’ With this..the newest adventure comes to an end but don’t be sad, more adventures are coming up including ‘Koala Rescuers’ the ‘2022 Halloween Special’ and a couple of more fun adventures along the way. Look for adventures featuring Celiac, and also the Webkinz Cyldesdale coming up as well.
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“Yeah, I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.” for Cowboys??
Sometimes, Ainsel feels that they and Edelweiss are coming to some kind of understanding. That, perhaps, Edelweiss is the type of horse with whom it was possible to have some kind of normal relationship, and generally not the sort of creature to possess too-clever eyes and be prone to depositing Ainsel without memories somewhere they shouldn’t be.
These times are infrequent, and they do not ever last.
Rarely, though, has Ainsel taken quite so strongly against the concept of horses altogether, Edelweiss or otherwise. Normally, their lack of particular equine affinity is not an issue, given that they never need to travel that fast, but in consequence they never did learn how to sit or stand when Edelweiss’ legs are really pumping, apparently delighted at this taste of freedom and the wind in her mane; Ainsel is being galloped across the desert like a bag of jumbled bones with their head tucked in behind Edelweiss’ ear and their fingers wrapped white around the pommel, clinging on for dear life. The sand is kicking up on the wind and spitting against any exposed skin, so their eyes are more like slits and are streaming wildly and all they can really see of the desert and sky is a blur of orange and blue.
The jolting is going to shake their kneecaps right out of their legs. Their spine will be compressed by six inches by the time they get off. Ainsel hates horses, just now.
And then, without any input from Ainsel, Edelweiss is slowing to a gentle trot and then a lazy stop. Ainsel puts their head up a little to push the horse on further, because they have someone to urgently find and no delay can be had - but then they blink, and their sandblasted, watery vision coalesces into the very face of the man they had ridden out to find. When the ringing in their ears from being so thoroughly shaken dissipates too, they can hear Will murmuring to Edelweiss and petting her nose as he casts worried glances at her rider. Ainsel winces; what a clattering they must have made, to pull Will unprompted from his observations.
Ainsel unpeels their fingers from the pommel and attempts to straighten up. The pain is immediate and terrible, lancing up and down their shaken spine, and they list worryingly to one side; they slide into a pair of wiry arms, so they assume Will is rescuing them, but it’s hard to tell, what with the white-out of pain. They end up on the floor, Will being altogether too small to lift anyone over the age of eight, with Williams crouched near their head and looking worried. “Howdy,” Ainsel grits out politely. Will’s frown worsens.
“Alright, who’s done what now,” he says, eyes tracking the length of them as they stretch slowly and awkwardly to catalogue the points of greatest pain. For all that Will Williams is not a doctor, he certainly is getting better at doctoring. He’s less agitated every time: last time Finn had sliced his leg open on a splintered fence, Will had been more annoyed than worried; and these days, he even wraps aching joints and teaches folks how to clean cuts and sores and he went out to see Noel’s husband - God rest him - whenever she asked, even though he couldn’t do anything, until he let her down gently a few weeks before the end. Ainsel is abruptly reminded, with new urgency, of how much they appreciate having not-a-doctor Will Williams around to doctor them all.
“It’s good to have you around,” Ainsel wheezes, their brain-to-mouth filter shaken about a bit by relentless horse riding; Will looks slightly horrified.
“Oh lord,” he says, “are you dyin’?”
Ainsel shakes their head and sits up on their elbows. Will’s palm slides behind the ball of his shoulder to support the motion, warm and steady. “Naw - no-one’s in trouble, promise.”
“Uh huh,” Will says, sounding deeply unconvinced. “And this bat out of hell impression you’ve got going, what’s that in aid of?”
Ainsel makes a face, which Will picks up on immediately. It had been too much to hope that he wouldn’t, of course, and this is all the point anyhow: Ainsel is here to tell Will as early as possible something he may not want to hear, but will eventually find out regardless. He may as well hear it on his own terms.
They had been walking Noel to the hotel for an hour of coffee and polite conversation, for the duration of which they may both pretend that they only know similarly polite and calm individuals. It is...therapeutic. They sometimes bring Will, who can be relied upon for good behaviour, but he’d usually rather be out by the creek or in the prairie grass or in the shade of a cactus pretending he doesn’t know any humans at all; it is, therefore, a surprise to see him standing with his back to them in an expensive pine-green suit at the front desk. Ainsel notes all these details only in hindsight: the broader shoulders, the bowler hat, the set of his stance which is not quite right - like Will, only a good bit older, mirrored and two steps to the left. At the time, though, they had simply seen Will, and not thought a thing of it that Noel should raise the hand not tucked into Ainsel’s elbow and say “Mister Williams! Will you come sit with - oh, I do apologise; I thought you were an acquaintance of ours.”
The man smiles with disproportionate pleasure at being misidentified, leaning forward on his toes in his road-dusty brogues. There is a suitcase at his feet and he is holding his hat to his chest deferentially, but he is still standing in the hotel with a confidence and appearance of belonging that Will has never possessed - possibly ever, but certainly not in a genteel environment like this one. He wears a day’s stubble well, flecked with slightly premature grey, on a jaw which is squarer than Will’s, but just as fine-boned and angular; his voice, when he speaks, sounds like Will when he’s at his most anxious - all old-money, old-country, cold and tall and prickly like the pines in whose snow-capped shadows Will grew up.
“Not at all; perhaps you can help me. You see, I am indeed a Mister Williams - Thomas Williams, ma’am, at your service - and I am seeking a relative of mine who may just be this acquaintance of yours.” Noel makes the appropriate interested noises, but Ainsel goes abruptly cold as though they had broken and tumbled through the surface of a frozen lake, instantaneous and gasping for air. They have this sense of déja vu when looking at Thomas Williams, more than the ordinary familiarity of seeing Will in him - and then they remember. They have seen Will’s big brother before, in the card that had shown them Will’s youth; they barely need to glance at their palm to know that the cards have found their way into their free hand once more, and that the top card is the card that might be the Tower, and might be the Queen of Spades.
“Has something happened?” Ainsel says, interrupting the polite and non-committal conversation Noel is maintaining with the stranger about the quality of the road into Danser Town and the inconvenience of not having a railway out here yet, at every opportunity steering him away from asking her any question about Will’s presence or existence that she might actually have to answer.
Thomas Williams blinks, wrongfooted, but rallies quickly. “I’m afraid my mother has recently died,” he says, and Noel murmurs condolences; Ainsel just watches him. “She and my - cousin were never as close as one might like, but…” Williams casts about, looking away with a shadow over his brow, and Ainsel realises his grief is real and painful - though whether it is for the lost parent, or the lost opportunity to reconcile, they cannot say.
Ainsel nods and tucks the cards back into their pocket, turning solicitously to Noel. “I’m afraid I gotta go; will you be alright-?”
Noel pats their elbow and releases them, message received. Of course Noel will be alright; Ainsel has no idea if she knows what they know about Will’s relation to this stranger, but she sure has gathered that Ainsel is not eagerly bringing one party to the other. “You go, then. I’m sure this fine gentleman will keep me in good company,” she says, fluttering her eyelashes and turning her charm upon Mister Williams like a beam. He blinks in the face of it, and finds himself abandoning his luggage to offer her his arm and lead her to a table almost without noticing.
He certainly had been stunned enough to ignore Ainsel turning on a dime and taking off through the doors at a dead run.
Which leaves them here: lying on the dusty earth in the shadow of a rocky desert outcrop with Will Williams crouched by their head, and wishing that they had sent Tommy or Finn or Johnny out instead - how those bastards make galloping look easy, Ainsel may never know.
Ainsel takes a deep breath, fixes their gaze on Will, and says it firm and simple. “Your brother is here in Danser, and he’s the absolute fuckin’ spit of you, so I don’t reckon you can get away with him not knowing you’re here.”
Will, in an action which is either a credit to his propensity for forethought or reminiscent of a small furry prey animal, does not move for a good five seconds. Then he drops Ainsel’s shoulder and stands abruptly, marching six paces away and staring at the dirt. Ainsel watches in silence as Will chews the inside of his cheek intently. They can’t think what to say that might help: he seems nice is true, but seems is a big word that hides a multitude of sins; he said you were his cousin doesn’t quite accurately convey, the way Ainsel wants it to, that Thomas Williams doesn’t seem to know who he’s looking for at all (sister, brother, neither, both) but is keen to find that person nevertheless; I’m a little concerned that if we leave them alone too long, Noel will have married him for your inheritance by the time we get back doesn’t seem remotely useful, for all that it is honest.
“Did he say why?” Will says eventually, after a good minute of silence in which Ainsel regains their breath and manages to sit up properly and look around Will’s little camp. He usually comes back to town overnight, unless he’s seeking something nocturnal, but he always takes a bedroll and cookpot just in case he gets distracted and forgets to come home; he’s got it all, still packed, in a pile near his horse, and has only brought out a leather-bound notebook, a pencil and some charcoals which he has left on a flat rock pointing southwest where some animals, presumably, are being interesting. In rampant defiance of the gun safety and maintenance talks Finn has repeatedly given him, Will has left his rifle broken over a rock far out of reach with cartridges spilling out over the floor, where any young man with spurs on or sturdy horse in iron shoes might step on or near them and give everyone a terrible shock. Will can be so childlike about animals, sometimes - so focussed upon them and nothing else - that Ainsel reckons he needs protecting. So he shuffles over and puts the cartridges in a box, and carefully mulls over how to answer the question.
“He did,” Ainsel says eventually, voice taut and unwilling. Will sniffs, face twitching with it, but says nothing and doesn’t look his way. They sigh, and turn the box awkwardly between their fingers. “It’s your ma,” they settle on. “I’m afraid she’s, uh, passed. Recently.”
Will doesn’t move an inch. He tells them, sometimes, when he’s drunk on two whiskeys and tired of Danser Town’s shit, about his home country in the northeast; the great lakes in their vast and cosmic stillness, the endless plains of undisturbed snow, the deep dark woods of solemn, unmoving pines stretching out past the point of vanishing. He used to sit out for hours in the summer watching herons stand proudly on the banks of the lakes, being plagued by mosquitos but never minding it, for if he waited long enough a herd of deer might drink by his side, or a great, ageless moose, or perhaps even a bear seeking fish before his winter sleep. Will would sit, ever so still, and wait for the world to unfurl its shy beauty before him like a gift. Ainsel wonders if it’s something they all know to do in the north: if the mountains and lakes and forests impose a certain quiet stillness upon all its inhabitants like austere, frowning schoolmarms, or if this is something Will learned on his own on those occasions he could escape the family home in town.
In the winter, Will says, the trees shiver and pop. Water gets in them, see, and then it freezes, and the sap too; when it expands, it breaks down the pines’ firm, fibrous defenses and the trees start to explode.
“I’m sorry,” Ainsel offers.
Will nods, short and sharp, like he’s decided something. And then, without looking at Ainsel at all, he goes back to his notebook and squints at the horizon.
“...you ain’t gonna come back an’ see him?” Ainsel says cautiously.
“Thank you for telling me,” Will says, sounding more cool and moneyed than he ever has - the difference takes Ainsel aback a moment, for all that it is rather familiar. Will had sounded like that fresh off the train into town, and it hadn’t really occurred to them before how much his accent had mellowed into something more gentle, casual, and local to Danser. The switch back is a little like being struck. “You may go, now.”
Ainsel is not quick to anger. They have long accepted the vagaries of the universe, and others within it; their follies and irritations are something to which Ainsel is quite resigned. A thing has to be pretty damn offensive to rile them into anger.
So there is no small amount of alarm on Will’s face when Ainsel hauls themself off the floor, marches across the small clearing between the great desert rocks, fists their hand in Will’s shirtfront and presses him against the rock with a snarl. “Listen here, you sonuvabitch,” Ainsel says sternly, “I rode across the desert so fast all my damn bones are broke so’s you could know your brother was here on your own terms, and not ‘cause some helpful bastard in town’s brought him straight to ya. I ain’t askin’ for nothing from you, Will Williams, but I reckon I deserve some of your goddamn respect.” Will looks rather contrite. Ainsel thinks of the card vision, and the gentle man within who so cared for the child, and how eager Thomas Williams had been at the hotel to find someone who looked like him, and presses their advantage. “What’s more, I reckon you oughtta come speak to your brother, who’s grievin’ and who came out all this way lookin’ for you-”
Will’s dark eyes flash abruptly flinty, and Ainsel knows that they have misstepped. It’s still not enough warning: Will makes a fist and punches the soft inside of Ainsel’s elbow with his sharp knuckles, breaking the hold Ainsel has on his shirt, and while Ainsel is gasping with the shock of it he plants his hands flat on Ainsel’s chest and shoves hard enough to move them a good few paces. “You have no idea who he came out looking for,” Will hisses, pointing accusingly and stalking forward into Ainsel’s space, “but it sure as hell wasn’t me. He may be my brother, but I’m not his.”
“I reckon you are!” Ainsel blurts out, too busy thinking about how Thomas Williams had leaned forward on his toes to get nearer those people that might know Will to mind themself.
“The devil do you know about it all?” Will cries, throwing his hands in the air, and Ainsel recoils, wounded. “I don’t see how you can tell me what to do, as though you’ve no secrets you don’t want to address. You don’t - you don’t know me. None of you do. You-” this with a look of disdainful, injured pride and a dismissive gesture in their direction “-don’t even know yourself. So get out.”
Ainsel, for a moment, cannot breathe for the terrible hurt of it all. They have to shift one foot behind them a little to avoid stumbling backwards and folding like a broken chair to the floor. Will turns away to fuss with his drawing materials, and Ainsel works their jaw until sound comes out. “So that’s it, huh. You’re skipping town because you’re too fuckin’ yellow to see your own brother.”
Will shakes his head without turning around. “No,” he says, cool and measured, “I am going to stay here until he leaves and then return once he’s moved on, because he won’t search Danser twice and because I am-” he tilts his head thoughtfully, like a mockingbird “-too fucking yellow to see my own brother.”
“Yeah,” Ainsel mutters, turning back to Edelweiss and hauling their battered frame back into the saddle. “I can see how hiding behind a rock is a much better strategy.”
Will turns, glare spitting with fury, but Ainsel is already pulling Edelweiss around and nudging her into a steady trot back towards Danser. Edelweiss, having enjoyed her taste of speed and freedom, wants to run wild and joyous across the desert dust, to loop around the town into the prairie where the ranches are and cascade over the hill past the fenced-in stock animals and whinny her mocking laugh at them all, for she is free, free, wild and free - but Ainsel does not. They keep her reined tight until she snorts and huffs and tosses her great head and shows her tombstone teeth, but they allow her nothing. Ainsel is tired of runners, anyway.
#[touches ground] hmm. lore.#sorry ainsel that will was a bitch to you. in his defence he is freaking the fuck out#could this be...the first of a two parter??? who's to say#this is your captain speaking#a town called danser
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