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evilminji · 3 months

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Dani should Kidnap The Clones.

It's basicly protective custody. Preemptive child services, if you will. NONE of these fuckers out here makin adorable clone baby just cause they want kids!

*kicks down the door to your shady lab* Knock Knock! ITS THE POLICE! *Walker's Shock troopers swarm the place as Dani secures the kids*

Look me in the eyes. You KNOW he'd love an excuse to enforce The Rules on people technically outside his jurisdiction. It's for The Children(tm)! Why, he simply had no CHOICE!

Meanwhile? Dani is shoving all these mal-adjusted Murder Clones into her Lair? Which is? Basicly a Door style Lair she hid inside Danny's Lair for safe keeping. It's shoved behind a vending machine just outside the observatory. And the inside? Goes on for DAYS.

Like national parks and every beautiful beach she ever came across. She smashed together the BEST sights and places she's found in her travels, like a collection. Always adding more. New waterfalls, new noodle shops, new fields of wine grapes. It's... beautiful. Snapshots of every wonderous little thing about Earth, stitched together.

They can't hurt anyone. Can't achieve their "objectives". Are just treated like actual individuals and the children they truely are. Are surrounded by other Clones. So it's NORMAL here. Just? All of it.

But also?

Dani and Dan? Teaming up to make History's Scariest Adoption Agency(TM). Dan runs it. Dan wants to know why EXACTLY you want a kid. Explain yourself to Dan. What are your references? Qualifications. He's doing a home visit to inspect the premises. He BETTER not find any suspicious Labs.

And? It just? Appears out of nowhere. It's powered by Zone Bullshit. One second you're thinking "oh woe is me D:> I will never have a child to fill my lovely home, because of all my Superhero Secrets and also because government bureaucracy!" And the next?

.....wasn't that an out of business taco bell? "Zone Adoptions"?

"....Free Clone Baby?"

Okay that is HIGHLY suspicious and as a hero you are basicly legally obligated to investigate. But now it's bigger on the inside? Fancy waiting room? You are being interrogated? Wait, no, you're supposed to be the one doing the-?

Somehow? You leave with your Clone Son from another Dimension. And a pamphlet. You're scheduled for a home visit in three days. You... you never told them where you live.

Somehow that doesn't seem like it will slow them down.

Did the Fae just Suprise Baby you with a clone baby? Can they DO that? W... what's happening? What days is this? Who ARE YOU PEOPLE?! HUH!?!?

Just? Imagine. IMAGINE. I was gonna say Bruce... but?

Damian.

He finds himself... pondering What Could Have Been. Had his Clones not wanted him dead. Wondering if he could have saved them. If, perhaps, he had found them as infants. Raised them. Could he have given them a good life? Been a good father?

He gets emotional. Fatherly. He's about 14.

Dan's been around Ghosts too long to remember how humans age or how age relates to development. This one TALKS like An Adult. Must be one. Probably just short.

And Damian? Never backs down. The second Dan starts challenging him? His character is flawless and his morals divine. He has never done anything wrong, ever, in his LIFE. Fuck you. And on TOP of that? He not only will be the SINGLE GREATEST FATHER TO EVER FATHER, his home is the most loving and beloved ON THE PLANET!

In entirety of EARTH'S history, no less!

....what are they arguing about?

*is handed a baby and kicked out of Dan's adoption agency*

See you in a few days!

(o.o ) *happy gurgling from the baby* *Damian.exe has stopped working*

Smash cut, after Damian speed runs his stages of grief at his own Dumbass Life Choices, to his rocking back up at the Manor like? Congratulations, Father. I have brought you your first grandson! Do Not ask how I obtained him. It was likely dubiously legal but I will not be returning him. We have bonded.

And just? Annihilating the collective Bats on one go. You did what? You have What?! That is a baby! WHY IS THERE A BABY?! How is there a baby!? WHOS BABY!? *sirens going off and everyone panicking*

Will Damian be allowed to KEEP the Baby? Ha! Hell no. Bruce will. Damian is a child. But it will be a Needlessly Dramatic Bat Cold War Of Dramatic Drama to pry that small cherubic baby from his grip long enough for Bruce to fill out the paperwork.

Child thieving bastard that he is. How dare he. That is Damian's SON! D:<

*happy oblivious baby noises as Alfred feeds him in the background, while the Bats do their Dramatic Custody War*

@hdgnj @babbling-babull @hypewinter @nerdpoe @lolottes @mutable-manifestation

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt #minji's writing

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etheries1015 · 3 months

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Lilia x reader - A sneaky intruder and the unfortunate bathroom incident.

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, suggestive, minors pls dni

Lilia was notorious for finding his way inside of your dorm for a wide variety of interesting (and poorly explained) reasons. Ranging from sheer boredom (at least he was honest) to "needing more space" in the kitchen for cooking his interesting concoctions, it was practically a given for you to always expect him to come by and possibly find him inside your dorm one way or another.

It's not always fun and rainbows, though. With invasion of property can also sometimes bring an invasion of privacy....on accident, of course. Lilia never truly intends to cause you any form of distress.

On one of his routine visits to Ramshackle, letting himself in (you could have sworn the door was locked) he stumbled upon...singing. The sound of a shower rang through the horribly old pipes of the dorm, your singing bouncing off the walls and filling the rooms with the sound of your (good or bad?) musical display. With a smile of mischief, Lilia decided to enjoy the show. It doesn't particularly matter if you were good at singing or not, he continued to listen on with a smile on his face as he sat in front of the door to bask in your serenade.

It wasn't long until the water turned off, but as fast as you turned the water off, you were already out the door with a towel covering your body and Lilia welcoming you. He opened his mouth to greet you and compliment the show you put on for him, however, he did not expect you to beat him by screaming in surprise and falling backward before thumping to the ground, and unfortunately, the towel followed suit, revealing yourself for a mere second before you scrambled at lightening pace to cover yourself up again.

It was too late. He saw everything.

Queue the moment where you were back on your feet covered by your towel, Lilia on his knees and looking downwards as you scolded him. He wasn't used to being on the receiving end of a lecture, it was an...interesting twist of events.

"I don't mind you coming into the dorm to do things, but this?! What in your right mind did you THINK was going to happen you dumbass?! I was obviously showering!"

"But your singing captivated me-" He tried to justify, but you were quick to cut him off.

"I do not care!" You cried out with a face of red, "Lilia Vanrouge, you are banned from Ramshackle!!"

.....

Yet there you were, pouting with your hair still wet and baggy clothes on, chin resting on your hand that was propped up against the counter as you gazed in annoyance at the fae who

"You think you can buy my forgiveness with half baked cookies and an apology?" You muttered, staring at the plate of slightly misshapen and charred cookies that Lilia had presented to you. Lilia looked at you with his smile only widening. You looked at him...he looked at you...you looked at him... then down at the cookies. They looked edible, at the very least. He said silver helped, so surely they were not bad.

"Well, you're right. your ban is lifted." You took a bite of the cookie and walked away, Lilia bouncing up in joy and floating over to you with a sparkle of mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, wonderful!! Now, will you be so kind as to serenade me once again? I bragged to Silver all about your singing- oh and let us talk about your physique! truly a work of art. I saw that cute beauty mark on your-"

"Lilia."

"yes, my little bat?"

"Shut up."

#Twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #lilia #lilia x reader #Lilia vanrouge #Lilia vanrouge X reader

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Does Liebling ever get possessive or jealous if people flirt with Konig? Maybe of other fae or seers?

The short answer is yes absolutely, but the long answer is König makes sure she knows they aren’t threats, by getting rid of them.

You always wonder what other people must see, or not see, when they look at König. You know roughly how his hood works, the slippery feeling of not being able to quite look at it, but surely someone sees something. They must, the way he draws attention. You can’t walk down the street without someone staring at him, and it’s sort of fun to know people are scared of the menacing figure that follows you. It’s a lot less fun when he’s noticed for other reasons.

Reasons like now, when you sidestep a woman who purposely bumps into König. He stops, and blinks down at her. As surprised as you that a human is going out of their way to notice him let alone interact with him. You’ve been told that some people are too magically inert for obscura to work on, just seeing whatever human shapes their brain wants to fill in. You assume it’s related to intelligence, the way she bats her lashes at a man that’s so clearly with someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there,” The woman touches his arm, and you can see a shiver go through the obscura. You roll your eyes, you've always thought this song and dance was sort of demeaning.

"It's alright," König tells her, attempting to step away. The woman keeps her hand on his arm, squeezes his bicep.

"Oh my god, is that your muscle? You must be super strong." She strokes a hand down his arm, König's eyes dart to yours. You raise your brows, and give a quiet 'wow'.

"I am," he nods. The woman coos over your boyfriend, measuring her hand against his and running the gamut of flirting techniques. König doesn’t seem eager to tell her to fuck off, which is bothering you more than you thought it would. He almost seems curious as to what she’ll try next, studying her movements and reactions.

You aren’t really the jealous type, or you didn’t think you were, but you’re getting agitated standing around waiting for this woman to… fuck, notice you? She must know you’re standing right there.

“Excuse me,” You cut in, the woman glances at you, and continues talking to König. You feel your brain stutter, overloaded with the sheer amount of question marks that it conjures. You have never been so thoroughly or efficiently brushed off.

You know what? You don’t have to stand here and wait for your dumbass boyfriend to turn her down. You’re out, you’re gone, you are going home. König can show up when he’s done with whatever the fuck he’s doing. Maybe he’ll follow her home and be out of your hair for a while. Stupid bastard.

You turn and stalk down the street, resuming your walk home. You don’t know why you stuck around so long, but the next time this happens you’re leaving him high and dry.

“Oh. That’s too bad,” König sighs, looking over her head at your storming off.

“What’s too bad?” The woman asks, clearly thrown by the immediate loss of interest from König.

“You’ve upset my, hm,” He thinks for a moment how to quantify his relationship with you, future wife? Beloved? Pet? He supposes you call him your boyfriend, it’ll have to do. “My girlfriend,” He finishes.

“What? She doesn’t trust you?” The woman purrs, obviously trying to say something. König isn’t particularly interested in whatever game she thinks she’s playing.

“No,” König wraps a hand around her throat, the lustful surprise in her eyes turning to terror as his grip tightens and he lifts her off her feet, “but not for the reasons you think.”

He squeezes hard, let's his teeth bleed through his hood, to call him threatening would be an understatement. This isn't a threat, this is a period on the end of a promise. The woman's voice dies on her crushed larynx, her hands scrambling against his wrist, nails digging into his skin. It's really too bad she'd stuck around so long trying to get his attention. Well she had it now, whether she wanted it or not. Her feet kick out at him, trying to land a blow with the last bit of fight pumping through her blood. König can smell it, hear it, her blood rushing through her veins, fear tainting the meat. Heart, lungs, liver, so many snacks, so little time.

You're walking further away from him every second he spends squeezing the life out of this stupid person. He'll cut the thrill short. His claws sharpen and drag, digging into the woman's neck before he tugs sharply, ripping the carotid and severing the windpipe. The twitching. Hm. He should've severed the spinal column, he hates the twitching.

König crouches next to the soon-to-be-corpse and drags his tongue over his teeth for the corpse’s viewing pleasure, her eyes wide and fearful in the last seconds before death. He likes killing the humans that can’t see him properly. There’s always that wonderful moment at the end when they realize the world holds horrors they’d never imagined, a sickening pallor comes over them every time, and sweetens the meat.

Humming, he makes a neat Y incision, and pulls free the pieces he wants. Heart, lungs, he eats the liver as he catalogues what else might be good. He can't exactly take it to go, but he doesn't want to leave you to sulk too long. König feels his spines twitch in the cool evening air, his claws clicking as he spears kidneys to pop in his mouth. You're going to be upset anyway he may as well finish his meal.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #könig mw2 #König x oc #cod x oc #x oc #oc: liebling #tw gore #tw violence #König goes home and Liebling is just “I assume you ate her”#König: i did eat her yes #Liebling: alright will go shower you smell like blood #and try to look a little more human your spines are scratching my ceiling #fae!König #1fae1

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ellievickstar · 11 months

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Is this Love?

A/N: So I wanted to do an an enemies to lovers and I thought: What better character to start with then Cardan Greenbriar. I really hope this is okay I know that @aroseinvelaris love the cruel prince so this is for you love <3

Summary: The king is the most infuriating person alive. But every time he looks at you, you feel your skin burn and your heart skips a beat. You hate the way he makes you feel alive, but you especially hate his obnoxiousness and horrible addiction to partying. However, after a night of drinking and reveling, what will you do when the King of Elfhame seeks you out?

Request: N/A

Pairing: Cardan Greenbriar x noble faerie!reader

Warnings: !!!Disclaimer!!!This does not follow the actual storyline, I’m kinda just winging it since it’s been some time since I’ve read the books and also I wanna get comfortable with the character first!!! Enemies to lovers, a bit toxic, intoxication, physical contact, being held against ones will

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You wanted to kill him. “What. Did. You. Say.” You asked again, glaring at the King you were supposed to respect. You curled your fingers into a fist as they dug crescents into your palms. The king lazily smirked at your frustration, the papers you had given him falling out of his hand onto the floor.

“Your idea is dismal at best. It lacks any intellectual reasoning at it is also by far one of the worst that your family has ever presented me. You may be the representing noble, but honestly this presentation is just sad and pathetic,” You gaped, rolling your eyes as you snatched the papers from the ground, storming out of the room. That asshole. How dare he!? How dare he insult your ideas like that, knowing that you and your father had worked hard on those proposals together. How dare he insult your intelligence when he can barely even go a day without becoming intoxicated and doing something stupid at those parties he holds!

Fury bubbled within you as you stormed to your home. Waving your hands in the air as you ranted and raved about the King, you mumbled strings of curses and insults to yourself. That- That arsehole. That empty headed, intoxicated, narcissistic, egoistic, think-skulled arsehole. Start praying that he becomes sober because one more word out of that mouth will get him killed, either by your hands or some pissed-off royal from another far away powerful land.

Slamming the papers onto the table of your office, you sighed heavily, collapsing onto the armchair behind you. Being one of Elfhame's few females that is a representing noble for her family was far from easy. Especially when that lazy dumbass king that sat on his ass and drank all day already had prejudices against you since you were both children. You might have to reconsider killing him because, well, why not? Cardan Greenbriar is one of the most incompetent people in the entire kingdom and he still dared to insult YOUR intelligence. A scholar, the same lady who literally saved him from being murdered at the coronation. The absolute audacity!

You growled impatiently as you ran your hands through your hair. Sure, you might not be the oldest noble, but he hadn't even spared you a thought before tossing your ideas down the drain. What was so terrible about giving free education to poorer families in Elfhame? Was he so narrow-minded, so spoiled, so entitled, that he didn't realise that there are still fae out there suffering!?

"I guess it's back to the drawing board huh!?" You whipped your head around to your father. He smiled at you, crows feet appearing at the corners of his eyes, his hair white, his skin sunken and wrinkled. Human. Your father was human. Your mother had been the fae one, though she died at birth. However, you never felt her absence as your father had never let you doubt for one moment that you were absolutely loved. You softened at the sight of your father. He was old, weak. Definitely not things that were valued by the fae. And if it hadn’t been for your fae heritage and your father’s deep-rooted connections, you could be living a very different life.

“I’ll worry about that, you just rest, Pa,” Prompting your father gently to go to bed. He nodded, pride shining in his eyes, as he walked out humming a simple tune. Your heart broke at the thought of living a life after he dies, but it was inevitable. You had to figure this out on your own. Lest, Mr. I-hate-everything, would be breathing down your neck.

Sighing, you turned to your desk, riddled with stacks if loose papers and books. You had to figure something out, present something, you promised yourself. You would not let the king trample your idea of a better Elfhame.

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You were…..so tired. Well that was one way to put it. How did some humans do this their whole lives? You had pulled an all-nighter to rewrite the reports that the King wanted and you couldn’t believe how truly exhausted you were. When you heard from your father that some humans do this from the time they are in middle school, you wanted to faint. You could barely hold it together as you changed clothes into a formal gown.

Regardless, it was done. Thankfully, you were finally done with the piles of work that you had delayed for so long. If you were lucky, the King would give you a day off. Trudging to the Palace of Elfhame, you let out a sigh as you smoothed down your skirts once more. Approaching the doors, you flinched when you heard laughter and the cacophony of a party from the inside.

“When will someone finally have a vendetta against me and murder me in my sleep,” You mumbled as you pushed open the doors, faltering slightly as you noticed the insane amount of people dancing and laughing under the influence. At the centre of it all, Cardan lazed on his throne, grinning as he held a goblet of what you guessed was a mixture of his favourite alcohols.

You were about to turn around and leave, however Cardan spotted you and promptly called out your name above the loud and jarring music. Realising that he was probably drunk and wouldn’t remember this anyways, you continued walking, huffing to yourself when you heard footsteps following you. Cardan’s footsteps.

“Wait! Would you listen to your King and just wait!?” You ignored him, despite your efforts, he still caught up to you, stepping in front of you to block your path. He reeked of alcohol, and….was that substances?

“Are you high!? And drunk!? It’s not even a weekend Cardan!” You yelled in his face. If he was both of those things he wouldn’t remember this anyways, so might as well get it off your chest. “You are so infuriating, you are not responsible, you barely make right judgments without your advisors, you are always a little bit drunk. You are not fit to be King. Let’s not even mention the fact that you always look down on me for being half-human! I hope yo-,” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you kept trying to shove Cardan, because as you tried to continue screaming at him, he caught your wrist and pulled you in roughly, meeting your with a kiss.

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A/N: I don’t know about this….but eh. No harm no foul in trying. Honestly, I don’t think this is the worst fic I have ever written. So- I hope you had fun reading this. I had a little fun writing this. See you next time <3

(ALSO THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR 400 FOLLOWERS)

tag list: none for this character yet

#cardan greenbriar #the cruel prince #cardan x reader #cardan greenbriar x reader

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hearts4pearlescentmoon · 4 months

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does anyone know that one Ethdubs fic that’s like a fantasy au where bdubs is a flower shop owner or he works at one. He lives with Joe and Cleo. With is a regular in bdubs shop and something something they go on a date to a bar that ren and doc tend at and martyn is there making jokes I think he was a waiter. I remember Cleo being an “iron fae” or something like that. Ethos human. I’ve not nothing else I’m sorry I just thought of this fic and how much I loved it but my dumbass forgot to save it somewhere

again sorry for the limited info

#Ethdubs #etho #Ethoslab #bdubs #bdouble0 #bdubbleo100 #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #etho x bdubs

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liviavanrouge · 3 months

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Lesson Learned

Livia: What's with you...

Lilia: Oh dear.

Lucifer: Idia, tell me you're joking...

Idia: *Sighs* No...why would I joke about a person your people worship...

Lucifer: She's no fae demon jaguar, her aura is crappy and it tastes like dirt

Livia: Excuse me

Malleus: *Moves back fifty feet*

Silver: You're on your own

Sebek: HOW DARE YOU!

Kuro: THAT'S MY SIS YOU TALKING ABOUT!

Lucifer: Your sister is a fraud, who I bet hasn't had to lift a finger when it comes to self defense, let me guess how many times she's called upon one of you idiots to defend her

Lucifer: Fae demon jaguars are superior beings to us demons, you're just insult to them-

Livia: *Spins and roundhouse kicks Lucifer down, slamming him face first into the dirt*

Idia: *Screams in alarm*

Ortho: WOAH!

Pen and Pan: *Stares in shock alarmed*

Citro: Damn...

Scatch: Dumbass learned his lesson!!!

Edward: Lucifer? You alright?

Zaiyu: Woah....she got him good...

Hecta: Glad it wasn't me

Lucky: Same.

Lilia: I think he's learned a lesson

Ortho: He's completely out cold!!

Livia: Jackass.

Lilia: Oof...

Idia: ....Livia is now on my tier of SSR troublemakers

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climbthemountain2020 · 9 days

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Remains of Spring - Chapter 2

Part 2/?

I lied!

This is my last contribution for @tamlinweek, lol.

As always, biggest thanks to the loml @cauldronblssd for being the best cheerleader, beta reader, and friend ever.

This Chapter occurs sequentially after Chapter 7 of Hope of Spring.

To begin with Hope of Spring and read sequentially, start here!

Tamlin pretended to paint the silver Penny chose across the walls of the study, but really, he was spending his time stealing glances at Penny every chance he got.

He had put off cleaning this room for years, even telling the staff not to bother. When Feyre had left with Lucien, he’d torn this room to shreds and sat in the dark in anguish for days. Before things had entirely fallen apart, this room had already symbolized all they had lost–Feyre’s paintings hanging on the walls to mock him. Now, though, it was time to move on.

Penny had been wonderful, helping him clear the room out, clean it, and organize the remainders. She’d washed the walls with the staff, assisted with repairing the furniture, and then picked out this lovely, bright paint for the walls. Tamlin was so astonished at how far above and beyond she always went; it left him reeling that she was just a genuinely good person, always looking for the ways that she could help. Tamlin honestly didn’t know if anyone had ever cared for him at a base level the way that Penny did, other than perhaps his mother, or maybe Lucien, but definitely never someone who wasn’t under obligation to do so.

More than that, she made him laugh. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he’d laughed as much as he had in the past few weeks. She was so incredibly funny–her sense of humor as grating and brash as it was humorous.

“You see, I know you’re a shapeshifter already, so I only ask because I am genuinely curious.”

“You’re a smart ass, is what you are, Penny.”

“Listen, I think that you would be a simply wonderful puppy. I could carry you around, give you treats so you learn to stop acting like such a dumbass when you’re cranky.” He glared at her, but the amusement kept him from avoiding the smile blooming on his face.

“Careful, or I am going to pick you up and start carrying you around when you tick me off.” He pointed the brush at her accusingly.

“You can’t just remove me, Tamlin. You’re stuck with me harassing you endlessly, that’s the deal. I don’t make the rules.” He sighed audibly, but his mind focused in on her word ‘endlessly’.

Gods, I hope so.

He was so dazed by her throwaway comment that he didn’t notice when he accidentally bumped into her while dipping his brush. She stumbled over her own feet and landed, back first, against the wet wall. He couldn’t stifle the laugh that bubbled up through him at the shock on her face.

Her eyes had gone wide, her nose scrunching immediately when she saw his laugh.

She’s so beautiful.

“Tamlin. Did you just get paint all over my back and hair?” Her voice was so low and calm, meant to be threatening, but it sent his stomach flipping over with the timbre of it.

“Of course not, my lady. It would appear you got paint all over your back and hair.” He couldn’t help but tease her. The banter between them had become so natural–so second nature to him–had it ever been that way with Feyre?

Feyre had never been a friend.

He couldn’t hold his laugh anymore. “Truly, silver is a wonderful color on you. Really brings out your ey–” Before he could finish, he felt the cold slop of the paint across his entire face. She’d painted him, the High Lord of Spring, who people still feared to look directly at, and she was now giggling. He felt the joy bubbling within him as he raised his hand to wipe his eyes.

If she wanted to play, he would play.

She cackled, running out of the room, but he was already on her heels. The part of him controlled by that deep, endless fae magic loved this chase, couldn’t stop his heart from nearly thundering through his chest as he chased her through the halls and to the stairs. She was amazingly fast, honestly far faster than he’d imagined, but it only made this more fun. She was sunshine personified–a bright ray of charm, and cheer, and revelry in a life that had been so sorely lacking for so long.

He was closing in, and her shrieking laugh pushed him to close the final gap as they descended the stairs, pulling her by the waist back into him in a move that felt more possessive than he intended. Suddenly, she was all he could smell, all he could see, feel, touch her, taste her, claim her.

He leaned in to whisper without thinking “caught you”, and he heard her sharp intake of breath–the racing of her pulse echoing his own. She smelled like sage and spearmint, still, but now with something so undeniably Spring…

But Tamlin scented someone else and drew up abruptly, those predatory instincts snapping him to attention as he realized they were no longer alone. He’d recognize that scent anywhere, and it made him bristle. Lucien. He was standing in the foyer, shock painting his face as he tried to collect himself, as Tamlin remembered he was covered in paint and cradling a stranger.

“Tamlin,” Lucien said cautiously, and even his voice sent waves of rage through him.

Traitor.

Tamin swiped over his face with his sleeve to remove the paint, the magic of the moment gone as every nerve ending sizzled with fury.

Had Rhysand truly no shame? Could he not simply leave him be? He’d done everything they’d pushed him to do, and now his reward was supposed to be never having to see or deal with any of them ever again.

“Why are you here, Lucien?” He hated how his voice, meant to be authoritative, still shook with the tension of betrayal. Hated that Lucien was here. Hated that he’d always known him as funny, smart, and kind, and now only knew him as his enemy.

“Rhys sent me. He got your letter.”

The letter. The fucking letter he’d all but begged her not to send.

He’d forgotten in the last few weeks. They’d been getting to know each other, becoming friends, and he’d forgotten all about that fight on the first day. He would pay for it now.

“I don’t know what you could possibly be referring to,” he gritted out between clenched teeth. “Now, I must ask that you leave my court. Certainly, you remember how.” He hated the hurt that reflected in Lucien’s eyes at the comment, hated how he could only lash out, could only hurt others.

“Feyre recognized the smell of Spring on the letter. Your scent, among others. We know it came from you, from the manor. I assume the letter came from you.” He looked at Penny, then seemed to second guess. For a second, Tamin thought he could sense anger flowing off Penny, but before it formed fully, she was stepping forward to introduce herself. She awkwardly shook his hand, and Tamlin was in awe of how she directed the conversation, making the typically unshakable Lucien seem flustered.

“Hello, Penny. It’s wonderful to make your acquaintance. How do you find yourself here in Spring?” That rage again from Penny, but Tamlin only heard the barb in the words. The accusation.

“She is my guest.” He could feel the talons threatening to burst through his skin. All that work in the last few years, and for what? He still couldn’t control himself. He wanted to scream, cry, rage. He had to remove himself from the situation before he escalated it. If they chose to continue only seeing him as the beast, then that’s what they could have. “I want you out of my house, Lucien. Now.”

Penny spoke up, but he could hardly hear it. “...so, you may tell Rhysand that Tamlin’s guest is here of her own free will, and not a hostage of any sort.”

Was she defending him?

“My lady, I did not mean to imply–” She was standing up for him. But he could already feel the change coming. His veins sizzled with the magic, tasting his beast form and starting to force the transition.

“I am here of my own accord, and here I will stay as long as Tamlin will allow me to.”

She would stay. She wanted to stay.

“You know I will have to inform Rhysand of what I’ve seen here, right?” It was the last thing he needed to hear, and the magic roared within him, barely contained. He hated himself–hated this lack of control. He would never be someone worthy of her. What had he been thinking? He would always be this monster–this horror that they all expected him to be. He had moments at best.

“I told you I didn’t want to send the letter.” He gritted out, then turned back to Lucien. “I won’t tell you again to get out.”

Then he all but ran out of the doors, the beast within him taking over and pulling him to escape into the dark forest amongst the vicious creatures where he belonged.

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He’d roamed the forest for hours, running until he was breathless and exhausted. He had let all the horrid thoughts run through him over and over.

Monster. Traitor. Failure.

The thoughts pounded through his mind like a mantra as he ran and ran and ran. He could never be worthy of someone to love him, to care for him in any way. He’d driven Feyre away all on his own, failure by failure. Lucien, too. They’d both betrayed and left him, but he’d made them do it. He was every bit the monster they painted him to be. All that work and grief and processing and self-reflection meant nothing at the end of the day. He couldn’t even control his shifting, something that a youngling should have been able to do.

Panting and burned out, he shifted back to his fae form and dropped to the ground, letting his chest rise and fall on the forest floor as he watched the stars emerge.

But she said she wanted to stay.

The voice whispered from somewhere deep inside him. She had. She’d told Lucien that.

He groaned and rubbed his eyes, feeling the leftover magic swim in his veins. The Spring magic liked her, for whatever reason, humming wildly whenever she was nearby. He knew that she was powerful, but she seemed eternally unaware. His magic, however, recognized that vibration within her and always responded like it wanted to play. He didn’t know, truly, what he felt for her.

At first, it had been nice just to have someone to talk to. When she’d put him in his place without a lick of fear her first day here, he’d been entranced by her. She was so brave, so honest. He couldn’t remember the last time someone hadn’t feared him, or hated him, but just treated him as an equal. Every day, he found himself so thankful she was here, so grateful that she had stayed. And to hear her say how much she wanted to stay was like feeling the manor had spun around him.

And he’d Ieft. He sighed, the familiar disappointment and shame welling inside him.

Why was he so incapable of just doing the right things?

He had been trying to get away–trying to keep them from seeing him erupt–but in the end, he’d left her there. She was probably furious with him; who knew if she even did still want to stay? He sat up, pushing up from the ground. He needed to get home to her and apologize. She didn’t deserve this. If she wanted to stay, she deserved someone who would stay, too.

He walked as he formed a plan. He’d go back, maybe get some flowers from the garden and some sweets from the kitchen, knock on her door, and tell her how sorry he was for leaving. He’d tell her he was working on it, and that he would do better. That he wanted her here, wanted her to stay, and that he wouldn’t leave her again. He cleared the treeline, tripping over brambles and staggering towards the house as he tried to calm his nerves.

“Tamlin?” He was shocked to hear her familiar voice call out across the grass. In the twilight, he could see her running across the yard to him, and his heart leapt into his throat.

She was here. And she’d been waiting for him.

She halted just feet away from him, so close that her abrupt stop caused her scent to swell forward and cloud around him, almost bringing him to his knees.

“Penny.” Her name came out as a whisper on his breath. He took a step forward.

“Yes?”

“I am so sorry. I am so sorry I left.”

“No. Tamlin, I’m sorry. I put you in such a shit position. I should have listened to you.”

She was sorry?

“I shouldn’t have left. You had every right to write to them. You have every right to everything. I would never stop you. I would never hold you back. You know that, right?” He would never make those mistakes again. He would never force someone’s hand when it came to choices, or their affections. If it wasn’t freely given, he didn’t want it. He hated the sting of tears that burned at his eyes at the admission. He so badly wanted to reach for her, to feel her hands in his, but he had to let her be the one to choose.

“I know, Tam. I know. It’s alright.”

Tam.

She’d called him Tam, in her voice like bells. "I am here because I want to be. I am here with you.” She grasped his hands in hers, bringing him closer, allowing her to embrace him, and just in time, because he felt like he might actually fall to his knees in front of her. She’d pressed her beautiful face to his chest, his heart beating right in her ear.

Could she hear how it was racing?

“Are you hungry? I was having a picnic.”

“Sure, Penny. Show me to your picnic.” He couldn’t let go of her hand now that she’d offered it. He wanted to feel the solid warmth of it in his forever.

She led him to the garden gazebo, a little dinner set out around her with enough food for two.

Had she known he would come back? Had she just been waiting for him the way he had been waiting on her?

Tamlin worried about the dangerous hope that bloomed in his chest as he sat next to her in the gazebo under the stars, feeling that hum in his veins call out for hers like it was calling for home.

#acotar x oc #acotar #a court of thorns and roses au #a court of thorns and roses #hope of spring #tamlin oc #tamlin x oc #remains of spring #tamlin week 2024

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imglowinginthedarkness · 4 months

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revamped some of my old mlp ocs !! lil bios and whatnot under the cut (o´〰`o)♡*✲ﾟ*。

Valentine

agender! they/it

their friends call them Vee!

their talent is writing those really cheesy and dumb valentines day cards that come in packs of like 24 at michaels. at least, that’s what they tell anyone who asks

a cutie pie, knows it, and often uses their looks to get what they want

their dad is a changeling and their mom is a pony. their birth was unnatural and 70% magic

bit sketchy ngl. lil bit of a bitch. talks behind people’s backs

loves their gf Cheshire and though they tease her a lot, if anyone else says anything even kind of mean to or about her Vee will literally kill them

Cheshire

Vee’s anxious bat pony girlfriend

lives in the woods

cries when she walks into table corners

her talent is talking to rodents? she can’t talk to any other animal but rats and mice love her

kind of a dumbass but tries her best. just has no braincells

can and will dissolve into tears at any second

usually found with a multitude of scratches from various encounters with unfriendly creatures in the Everfree Forest

nonbinary! she/her

Rag Doll

everyone calls them Doll

their talent is making crochet stuffed animals

an absolute sweetheart and is, like, a suspiciously good person. they probably murdered someone in a past life

has a very gentle kind voice and lovely doe eyes

demi gal! they/she

nonbinary lesbian :)

the kind of person everyone falls at least a little bit in love with

adopted kid of Twilight Sparkle and Sunset Shimmer

Rainstorm

her friends call her Rain, her family calls her Rainstorm

mute, uses pegasus sign language to talk

gf of Sterling and basically the only pony Sterling actually gives a shit about

her talent is aerial dancing

has a twin brother called Typhoon who isn’t around much but Rain still loves him

quiet and thoughtful. very introspective and usually keeps to herself, though she’s not antisocial

is bi! used to go out with a guy from the dance studio she attends

Sterling

defensive and closed off, doesn’t like being vulnerable

gf of Rain and would literally die for her, since she’s pretty much the only person who genuinely seems to enjoy Sterling’s company

her talent is jewelry making

has had a multitude of admirers but has scared off literally every potential romantic partner (except for Rain, of course)

disaster lesbian

has been in love with Rain since they were foals

volunteers at Cheerilee’s school even though she claims she doesn’t like kids

Hazelnut Spread

goes by Hazel or Hazelnut

honestly a bit stuck up but really does mean well

more loyal to her family than anything else

claims she doesn’t like Doll because they’re “too nice”. actually secretly has a huge dumb crush on them and hates the fact that they make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside

her talent is making those super fancy crepes that look amazing but are really impractical to eat

her mom is Pinkie Pie, her bio dad is Pokey Pierce

trans-femme!

Marzipan Mascarpone Meringue Madness

has like a hundred nicknames cause their name is a fucking mouthful. mainly goes by Marzi but is also called Mads by their family

SO loud like jesus christ bitch please fucking chill

its talent is making rock candy that doubles as hallucinogens

has ADHD and physically cannot sit still

the “rebel child” but in name only. she loves her family and they approve of everything she does (except Hazel but, you know)

pangender! they/she/he/it/xe/fae/whatever else, marzi’s not picky

xer mom is Pinkie Pie, xer bio dad is Cheese Sandwich

does a lot of ecstasy and shrooms

Chestnut

her talent is making really wonderful coffee. like it’s not fancy or anything, it’s just normal coffee, but it’s the best and most comforting you’ll ever taste

trans-femme!

very warmhearted and welcoming. has a knack for making others feel safe around her

everyone calls her by her full name, but Jagged Note calls her ‘Chex’ sometimes

constantly stressed out, deals with a lot of anxiety though she manages to hide it well. more or less. sorta

Jagged Note

Chestnut’s loving bf

known to everyone as Jay

his talent is making hyper pop scream-o music

trans-masc! he and chestnut are T4T :)

very chill and laidback, thus is the one to calm chestnut down when she gets overwhelmed

claims to be punk and badass even though he cries at that one chef boyardee commercial

#glow doodles #my litte pony friendship is magic #mlp fim #mlp next gen #mlp oc #mlp oc art #glow ocs #mlp:fim #mlp: friendship is magic #my little pony: friendship is magic #illustration

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after-witch · 1 year

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Trickster fae X Dumbass Darling who’s always getting into trouble is a dynamic I didn’t know I needed.

My Fae yandere about to trick me, but instead just watches me, a city dweller, commit every safety mistake known to man while being in a forest: Oh. I might have to help this one, actually.

Oh gosh, yes.

yandere fae: hehe, I'm gonna trick them into eating berries that make them sleepy and pliable by disguising them as these edible berries that anyone who walks into a forest knows is perfectly safe

darling: *skips over mirage edible berries, immediately tries to eat blatantly obvious poison mushrooms*

yandere fae: WAIT--

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metalheadsforblacklivesmatter · 2 years

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Things you should not dress up as your Halloween.

Any serial killers whose victims or immediate families are still alive. (Don't dress as Jeffery Dahmer.)

Any cultural specific costumes (Don't dress up as a geisha, Indigenous person, Hawai'ian, etc) I'm aware Hawaiian is an indigenous people but I needed to list the separately in case the reader didn't know.

Any costume that relies on antisemitic or racist tropes (Jynx's style is often attributed to the Japanese style Ganguro but many Black people in the world see this style as Japanese Blackface, witches and goblins with a large nose and dark curly hair are seen as antisemitic stereotypes)

Any religious or spiritual figures from closed practices. (No Voodoo priestess or Kali)

No viking looks with facepaint (there is no historical evidence that Vikings wore facepaint and that myth only started because TV shows used indigenous looks to make vikings look like heathens. So that's extremely anti-indigenous.)

No Blackface. No yellowface (dressing up to look Asian). No dressing up as an Indegous person. No dressing up as a Mexican person. No costumes dressing up as a specific race or ethnicity.

No culturally insensitive costumes. No Nazis. No Muslim suicide boomers. No slaves. No confederate soldiers.

No "sexy schoolgirls" or any outfits that sexualize minors.

No Harry Potter stuff. Please let JKR's memory fade so we can't all pretend like she never existed.

No homophobic or transphobic bullshit. (Dressing in drag is okay as long as it's not transphobic or racist)

No fatphobia or abelism. Missing limbs for your pirate costume is fine but like. No "mental patient" or some "psychopath" or stupid shit like that.

No terrorist. What the hell.

Before you dumbasses are like "Well I guess I'll just not because you're taking all of the fun out up it!" There's a lot of great ideas.

Cosplay characters (as long as you don't do blackface or yellowface. And any Japanese costumes don't include Japanese WW2 styles. You're good.) But fr you'd be suprised how many anime characters have Japanese WW2 clothing styles.

Puns. Everyone always loves a good cereal killer costume. Maybe Taco Belle?

Disney Princess. Same rule as above. No blackface or yellowface.

Animals are fun.

Superheros as long as you don't do blackface or yellowface.

Your favorite book character? Percy Jackson? Dracula? Frankenstein?

Fantasy creatures? Goblins and witches are fine if you don't use antisemitic trope. Werewolves are fine if you don't do anti-indigenous tropes. Vampires. Dragons.

Horror movie villains? There's a lot of good ideas there, as long as your villains don't use anti-indigenous or voodoo or hoodoo tropes.

SCPs

Professions? Firefighter? Teacher? I'll even accept a cop if you want to make a pig joke.

A good period costume? Like a gentleman with ba monocle and cane or a lady in a hoop skirt? As long as it's not Nazis, WW2 Japan, Indigenous, or otherwise offensive.

There's like, so many amazing ideas without being a racist dickwad. And I'd LOVE to see some dragons or SCPs this Halloween. Or some really awesome book character that you hyperfocused on. That'd be SO COOL.

(If you dress up as your favorite book character, feel free to take a picture and send it to the author. That makes their fucking DAY.)

But fr. There's SO many options without being a bigoted asshole, and quite honestly I think those options would be more creative and unique and STAND OUT.

Seriously, though. If I see any kids dressed as dragons, they can have the whole damn candy bowl.

-fae

#halloween #costumes #costume

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darubyprincx · 6 months

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"hey six what the actual fuck is rex miles et versipellem and why are you tagging random posts as it"

well, i'm glad you asked!

(Nobody asked, actually, and I don't fucking care. I'm going to talk about this anyways because I think it's super fucking cool.)

no cut because i don't respect your time, energy, or wellbeing

rex, miles, et versipellem is the title of a play script that we're working on! it's latin for "the king, the knight, and the werewolf" and for some dumbass reason we decided to write it in elizibithean english and iambic pentameter. we have never written in either of those things before and this is also our first play script so i have zero idea what was going on there when we made that decision but i'm just the guy who's literally just sitting here so idk

on top of being basically a functional play that could be produced if somebody tried (although i have no idea why they'd want to), this project also doubles as fanfiction in a weird convoluted meta way! see once we're done finalizing the script itself we're going to add on some annotations from the in-universe authors and. ok. this part is why it's impossible for us to explain this to people irl hold on

if any one of you lovely fuckwagons remember the Emhec Café series written by ourself and @eagle-warri, basically it's a coffee shop au scott is the barista hes a fae he collects names like pokémon cards etc etc that's not relevant. the relevant bit is that one of the regulars groups (Sausage, Ren, and Oli, who are all theatre majors in this AU) come in regularly on the afternoons and talk loudly and cheerfully about the play they're writing (more details here).

RMEV is that play. yes the play in the au that the theatre kids are writing in-universe.

(exactly how many layers of meta is this again?)

anyways this thing's been an absolute monster to write. there's been three drafts so far. the first draft was originally written in elizibethian english and is unfinished, the second one is written in modern english and as of right now is the only fully finished version, and the third draft (hopefully the last) is us translating the script from modern english back into elizibithean english (with iambic pentameter and everything).

"what's the word count for the finished draft tho" oh uh.

it's normal.

anyways this is our current Fucking Insane Writing Project and it'll be posted to ao3 by act on a schedule once it's done! given the rate at which we're working on it right now, that time will probably be in a few months (probably spring 2024 at the absolute earliest),

#lance's tag #rex miles et versipellem #keys' writing #writing #emhec cafe #I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE REST OF THE PEOPLE IN THIS BRAIN WERE THINKING WHEN THEY DECIDED TO ATTEMPT THIS BTW.#i am Not responsible for their decisions or actions.#what the fuck are they doing.#i just work here #described

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 9 months

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I was thinking of the yuuniverse again and came up with this

Context: a small conversation between some of the yuu's

Agent! Yuu: have you guys filled your reports to the boss yet?

Mafia! Yuu: I don't understand why we have to answer to them, when some of us are stronger.

Reset! Yuu: keep your voice down mafia, you don't want to get wiped now, do you?

Chef! Yuu: have to agree with Reset here, because like some of us, Og can't use magic but they've done a fine job running this place.

Great seven! Yuu: I quite like Og, they're nice to us.

Raised by great seven! Yuu: tsk, that's because Og has a soft spot for you.

Fighter! Yuu: Your just made that G7's favored and not your dumbass

Raised by great seven! Yuu: shut up

Ghost! Yuu: off topic but what's with the cats in a trenchcoat?

Fae! Yuu: their new, I do wonder how their universe works...with them being cats and all, I mean

Self aware! Yuu: I heard Floyd and I think someone else knows their cat's in a trenchcoat and he's trying to prove he's not crazy.

Beastperson! Yuu: Floyd? Out of all people? Now that sounds interesting

Chef! Yuu: As much as I'd love to hear more about this, our time is up, we need to head back to our universes now

End

🐱

I might do more of this idk

Can I just say that I adore and love this but I am in love with the idea that my Yuusona is apparently a very important one for some reason. How do they even wrote reports? No idea but they're made. Are they 9 smaller reports or just one big mess of pawprints ? No clue but for some reason they always contain the most crucial information

#not writing #not requests #🐱 anon #yuusona #twst yuu #yuu #oc rambles

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pure-vanilla-lilies · 4 months

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A Fae’s Little Treat

Story Description: “Someone is embarrassed hm.”

Characters: Lily Orchid Cooke & Royal Margarine Cookie.

Warnings: Semi Suggestive, Collars & Leashes, Teasing, Some Language

Note: I was inspired by this piece by @cartooname and wanted to write a fic of it! Lily Orchid Cookie is my Cookie Run Sona / Self Insert and she’s an fae because fun! So hope ya enjoy this :)

It’s a warm evening in Dragon City, Royal Margarine Cookie was getting dressed for the night since he’s been sleeping all day due to over drinking at the pub yesterday. While putting on his shirt and getting his knife in his knife pocket, he heard footsteps coming from behind. His heart started to race fast as he put on a small smile as he looked behind him. He saw her, he saw his fae lover Lily Orchid Cookie. Royal Margarine Cookie sometimes fears the fae especially with her magic, but who knows what she’s planning tonight.

As with Lily Orchid Cookie walking towards Royal Margarine Cookie, she asked him to kneel down, he obliged to do so and looked at the fae’s blue grey eyes. But he noticed that the fae was holding something behind her hands which was a collar and leash, it made Royal Margarine’s heart race very fast as he could feel it pounding. What was the fae planning to do with it, as Lily Orchid Cookie showed him a pink collar with an heart charm and a light pink chain to go with it, it changed Royal Margarine perceptive of it, he knew the fae knew his one weakness and that was being collard and leash.

“L-Lily… I don’t know about this. Can we do this just here at home?” Royal Margarine Cookie asked nervously.

“Nope, you embarrassed me last night by your stupidness at the pub. So it’s a perfect time to embarrass you.” Lily Orchid Cookie replied as she giggled.

Royal Margarine Cookie sighed at the fae but he agreed to do so, as with Lily Orchid Cookie put the collar and leash, she only smiled softly as she gave him a gentle tug.

“Now look who’s ready for tonight, but a pillow princess like yourself needs to behave hm.”

A soft growl escaped from Royal Margarine Cookie as he looked at the fae, it only made the fae giggle more. Time has gone by, the fae and the dragon rider was at the pub enjoying their drinks. Lily Orchid Cookie was sitting on his lap as she had the leash behind her back as Royal Margarine Cookie was talking to the others.

“Heh surprised you still with that fae Royal Margarine Cookie, I’m surprised at it.” A Pub Cookie replied.

“I’m surprised too, he’s an dumbass sometimes but he knows how to pick pretty gals like that fae with him.” Pub Cookie 2 replied.

Royal Margarine Cookie could hear the conversation around as he had a little idea to tease the fae but she gently yanked the leash.

“Behave or you won’t get your treat later.”

“And what if I don’t listen, a pretty fae like yourself should listen to me~” Royal Margarine Cookie teases the fae.

“You’ll regret it later than dragon rider. Do you really want your ass to be punished?” Lily Orchid Cookie asked in a slightly threatening tone.

“Oh I’ll ‘regret’ hm? Heh a pretty gal like yourself would not to know how to do what I’m thinking~”

“Watch it dragon rider, watch your tone or you’ll regret it.” Lily Orchid Cookie said in a threatening tone.

As the clock struck hit midnight, the two headed back home but Lily Orchid Cookie stop in the middle of town square as she tug on Royal Margarine’s collar and it made him squeak. He looked around and saw a little audience, what was the fae planning?

“A dragon rider who’s a little pillow princess, what would the dragon rider do hm~” Lily Orchid Cookie tease.

The audience that were watching were giggling which made Royal Margarine Cookie grab the fae’s arm and took it behind a building, a soft growl escaped as he looked at the fae’s eyes again.

“Someone is excited hm, maybe we shall continue what you think puppy~” Lily Orchid Cookie said with a smirk.

“I..I.. Yes.. Please..”

“Good boy, you better keep your mouth shut or you’ll get punished understand..” Lily Orchid Cookie said.

“Y-Yes Lily..” Royal Margarine Cookie replied shyly.

#lilies writing #cookie run kingdom #cookie run #royal margarine cookie #lily orchid cookie #royal margarine x lily orchid #semi suggestive #teasing #collars and leashes #some language #inspired by an art piece #check out the og artwork it’s amazing and I love their work ^^

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