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stickycollectorunknown · 1 year

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Peppino spaghetti x reader

[Warning am Terrible at writing so there is gonna be grammer errors because I have literally BRAIN DAMAGE so yeah enjoy the shit show]

🍕 You were look for a good place to eat after your original go-to pizza place shut down do to an Infrastation of hilariously large rodents owning the place now you had to go eat some where else.

🍕 You then saw the sign....peppino's pizza. You weren't sure if the place was open or not due to the lights were off but the door was open so you enter. The place was dark except for the light shining through the windows, you took a sit on a red swerving chair. You looked around the place it had it had Italian décor you wondered if the owner was Italian or if it's another case of your culture is our decor.

🍕 then you hear a door open and see a middle age man walk out of the door. He seem super stressed out still looking at the paper he took a sit next to unaware you were there. You stared at him curiously and spoke "let me guess Bill problems". The Italian man sighed "yes it's- wait a minute " he stopped looking at the paper and looked at you. "A CUSTOMER!" He ran the kitchen quickly and grabbed their note book and pencil and ran back out. You were shocked he can move so fast, he handed you one of the menus "what-a you would like to-a order" he said with a nervous smile.

🍕 You looks down on the menu and spoke "I would like a small Pizza a everything pizza and a soda please", "anything else? " You shook your head sideways " Nah am fine thanks " he nodded and went back to the kitchen. He shook his friend Gustavo, " awake up we have a job to do "the little man jumped up and looked around in shock at first but returned to sleeping. Peppino rolled his eyes and rolled up his sleeves "fine then I'll do it my self".

🍕half a hour later he brought your pizza and a soda. "Here iz your pizza " he stood by waiting for your reaction. You took a bite of it and... loved it! "Oh my goodness! It's amazing! you made this pizza?", he blushed and scratched the back of his head "yes I did-did" peppino has heard compliments before but for some old reason this stuck to him maybe it because he hasn't heard it in a long time but whatever it was it had spark the love of cooking that he thought he lost so long ago. And for you? You just found your new favorite pizza place.

🍕 You went to peppino whenever you got your paycheck or had some spare money laying around. But also even if you didn't have money he would invite you over to the pizzeria. You both would chat for hours and got to learn about each other likes and dislikes. It got to a point where you would visit each other outside of the pizza place.

🍕 and you would do each other favors like peppino has no money for a taxi? No problem you give him a lift. Your parents are coming to town to visit you but you don't know how to cook anything besides ramen? He's got your back!

🍕but peppino noticed something he couldn't stop thinking about you! About how you look..laughed and looked at him it was driving him crazy, at first he thought it was just his anxiety but it wasn't it felt nice being around you and you were always so nice to him. Sometimes he would doodle you on his orders notebook or just some how make a pizza that kinda looks like you.

🍕 he wanted to confess to you he REALLY did but he was worried about so many things like what if you rejected him and never want to see him again? That thought made him shutter. So he kept it all bottle up but he wasn't very good at it.

🍕he would hold your hand and touches you when he gets a chance (like your hair or tug on your clothes) and make the excuses of oh you had a bug on you or your hands were cold or he wanted to show you something.

🍕 he finds himself staring at you and he becomes embarrassed once he realizes that he was staring at you and feels like a creep.

🍕 he feels a bit more relaxed when you are around him, he feels a bit more lose. And smile more when you're around.

🍕then he heard from Gustavo that you have been trying to find a date on dating apps. His heart dropped to his stomach no no no no NO! He made up his made and decided that he had to confess!

🍕 You walked into the restaurant and sat in your favorite sit "hey peppino! Guess who got some money for some pizza!". Peppino came out the kitchen with a fancy rented suit and a pizza. You whistled "Damm peppino! You looking fine! What's the special occasion?" He put the pizza in front of you it was a heart shaped "wow you still make heart shaped pizza's? Wasn't valentine's day 5 days ago? " You said jokingly but then he hold you hand. You looked at him curiously and let him speak.

🍕 "ever since you step into my pizzeria you have been nothing but kind to me.. your so helpful and you know so much stuff and l...." he gulped " I love you...." man felt like he was going to get a heart attack. You smiled at him gently and put your hand carefully on his face.

🍕"oh peppino...I have always loved you" and you kissed his forehead. Peppino took a minute to Process what just happened but when it finally hit him. He was esthetic! He pull you in to dance you both danced happily, hand In hand you both like this moment can last forever.

Bonus!

🍕 Gustavo totally lied about you looking for dating he just tired of the constant will they or won't they routine.

#peppino spaghetti #pizza tower peppino #peppino x reader #fanfic #pizza tower game #pizza tower #pizza tower fanfic #x reader

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pixeliest · 1 month

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Little skit i did when mw3 got out

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Simon was in the kitchen next to the barracks,sipping the last drops of his tea,the warmth of the liquid felt nice while it was droping to his stomach,that little warm drop in his cold body,after this it was even more colder.

He looked at the empty chair next to him,it wasn't always empty,it was never empty next to him.

How would you react when someone who was close to you like a brother died?

How would you react when you tried checking his pulse and felt his warm body turning cold?

How would you feel?

Well Simon didn't know how to feel,people see him as a cold blooded solider,a killing machine.He had no mercy to his enemies,wouldn't even care if he had their blood on his hands.

But having his hands on Johnny's neck and looking for pulse was something else.

He still can't belive that he will never see him again,never hear his voice again.

Right now Price was in Soap's 'old' room,they were cleaning his room and keeping some of his stuff,even though Simon is a strong and brave solider he just couldn't enter that room,neither did Gaz,Price had no choice but atleast Kate was there for support.

Price was picking up clothes on the floor and placing them in the closet,Soap's bed was messy,he thought he was going to bed again.Their shared pictures with Alejandro and Rudy,141 pictures.This wasn't easy to see,or eve think about the plans their made for the future.

He was removing papers from Soap's desk,he saw a notebook,not new but not old.

Then it clicked,they bought this for Soap on his birthday,they all knew Soap was an artist.None of them really knew how art goes so they bought him a maths notebook and not a thick sketchbook,but it didn't matter to Soap,he was happy no matter what.

He picked up the notebook and gave it Kate "Give this to them" Price sniffed and avoided eye contact.

Kate understood and took it.She left the room and looking around.and saw Gaz walking past

"Kyle" Kate gave him a small smile, "Price wanted me to give this to you" she handed him the notebook and Kyle reconized it in a second.

Kyle gave her a small nod and took it "Thanks"

Kate nodded back and went back in the room,Kyle opened it and already saw some sketches from Soap.

The first page was them trying out the pens Soap got for birtday,next to them was a little doodle of Price as a joke.The second page had some words and drawings.

The drawings were showing dogs,dogs who bite and could eat you alive,Kyle chuckled because this was drew when Soap got bit by a dog,he remembers that day like it was yesterday.Other sketches were guns and notes about the missions,next page has drawings of a man,more men but they all had the same eyes.

Kyle could sworn he saw those eyes before but never that face,of course that drawing had notes besides them and it wrote "L.t".

L.t?

Oh,yeah.

Lieutenant.

His lieutenant Simon "Ghosft" Riley.

He always bugged Ghost about that damn mask he always wore,askig him to take it off but Simon never listened,until that day when Graves betrayed them so he took off the mask.

These drawings happened before that,he was drawing how he think Ghost looks like.

Kyle smiled a little,he walked to the kitchen and saw Ghost.

"Take a look at this" He left the notebook next to Simon and walked away,even tho it was funny to him that Soap was drawing how he thinks Ghost's face looks like,he was scared to see Simon's reaction.

Simon nodded to Kyle when he walked away and started looking at the drawings,when he saw those drawings.

He felt a sharp pain in his chest.

You know that feelig of wanting to cry bit just couldn't?

Yeah,he was feeling that.

He smiled at the little drawings but still felt an empty feeling.He remembered those missions when they would just fuck around and be goofy.

When Soap was amazed by Ghost's skills.

"I wanna be like you when I grow up,L.t"

But he never had the chance to grow up.

Life was took from him to early,to soon.

"Boys" Simon snapped out of his thoughts by Price.

Kyle walked in again and sat on a chair in the kitchen,Kate walked behind Price.

"You two,I need to talk with you"

How did

"You guys"turned into "You two"

They won't get used to that.

"Johnny was our loyal solider,was our friend." Price said,avoiding eye contact. "I think we all know he would laugh in our face for crying,he wants to be remember by his loyality,his skills,his brave soul." He crossed his arms.

"He would be angry if everytime we hear his name we think about his death,he would rather be happy if we remember some of our missions together,our drinks,our break days"

Simom nodded by Price's sayings.

Kyle saw Soap as a brother,admiring his skills and was super close to him,this will be a tough pill to swallow,but he has to let Soap go.

Price smiled at them to change the mood but it didn't work out.

Price sighed "This is military,people die,it's normal.I saw people die,people died in my hands,some even by me" He chuckled.

"But trust my word,Makarov will get his karma,he won't know what hit him" Price smirked,and Simon chuckled at that.

"We will get his revange"

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rubeebeeb · 2 years

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Y’all really liked those headcanons so here’s a part 2:

Jay

Jay really misses his white hair from Prime Empire. He’s considered bleaching and toning it to white, but he knows with his actual skin tone and not the funky blue skin he had it probably wouldn’t look too great.

Jay never wants kids. He would rather die than have to raise a teenager. Plus raising a teenager would mean having to share a game console, so hard pass.

He plays League.

Paints his nails but it’s always chipped because he bites his nails as a nervous habit. Go-to color is probably his signature blue with a yellow accent nail.

When he needs to stay up really late to work on something, he’ll give himself little shocks if he starts nodding off.

Mismatched socks, all the time. Sometimes it’s on purpose, sometimes it’s not. Even if he manages to put on two socks of the same color it turns out they’re different brands.

Has never been properly hydrated a day in his life, drinks more soda and energy drinks than water.

Screams at autocorrect when it corrects his keyboard smash.

Controversial, I know everyone’s big on hairless twink Jay, but I imagine him with just a lil bit of hair on his chin. Idk, sue me.

Kai

Kai has multiple ear piercings. In fact, I think all of the ninja have at least one ear piercing, save for Zane, but Zane can just wear like magnetic earrings or something if he ever wants them, which he probably doesn’t. But yeah idk, Jay and Cole just have them pierced once, Kai probably has at LEAST doubles and his cartilage done.

Kai is absolutely the type to wear fishnets under ripped jeans. Idk about yall but I can picture it so clearly, probably bc in part one I called him a whore.

Kai cuts his own hair. It looks good the way he styles it, but never take him into a professional salon because they will have some words for the way he cuts it.

Kai almost never sleeps with a blanket. Being the master of fire, his body temperature is high enough that he’s usually good to go without one. It’s not like he’s uncomfortable with one, since he can also stay pretty comfortable even in temperatures others would find too hot, but he’s also just That Guy who sleeps with way too out in the open with nothing on top of him.

An absolute wimp when he gets sick. He acts like he recovers like a monster, but even the smallest case of a cold takes him out. Jay is the same, they just lay in bed whining for like a week straight. FSM forbid they’re ever sick at the same time.

Cole

Cole actually DOES take getting sick like a champ, this man is unstoppable. Unless it’s a stomach bug.

Cole doodles on everything. Look at any piece of paper Cole has touched, or even a napkin, actually, ESPECIALLY a napkin, and you’ll find a doodle on it.

Has a nickname for EVERYONE, and he’ll probably use it more often than their actual name, to the point that he’ll almost introduce someone as their nickname at a big important event but catch himself last minute.

He’ll complain that those cheap little snack cupcakes or anything that’s Hostess or Little Debbie or something are a mockery to real cake, but then if you try to take them away he’ll get mad.

Zane

Zane is so deeply terrified of the Mechanic that the rest of the ninja make sure to put extra effort into catching him specifically so that Zane can have some peace of mind.

Zane really likes making ice cubes in fun shapes for people’s drinks, like simplified snowflake shapes and stars and such. He can do this himself with his powers and it’s kind of like a cool party trick, but he usually just buys those kinds of shaped ice cube trays to put in the freezer.

He’s got dimples. I know he’s made of metal, I don’t care.

Zane wears khakis. Frequently. They’re like his go-to. But like, the nice clean slim cut kind. Still khakis though.

When it comes to the ninja doing something fun out in the snow, Zane might use his powers occasionally to win a snowball fight or two, but while he could snap his fingers and make a perfect snowman almost instantly, he prefers to do that kind of stuff slowly and by hand the way everyone else does. It’s no fun if it’s easy and instant, unless it’s a competition, then it’s very fun.

Going off the Jay spellcheck one, I seriously doubt Zane EVER makes spelling errors while typing, but I bet if he does, he says thank you to the autocorrect.

Nya

Even outside of being Samurai X, Nya’s always thought mechs were just the coolest thing. Like try to watch anything with mechs in it with her and she’ll just be analyzing all the different parts of the mechs. Luckily, Pixal shares her level of interest in them, so they talk about cool mech designs often.

Anyone ever seen H2O? The mermaid show? Yknow that thing they would do where they would use their powers to make the water float out of the glass in little bubbles and then they would just like, eat the bubbles instead of drinking it normally? Yeah Nya does that.

The first out of anyone to rage-quit for anything. Everyone always talks about who swears and how much, you wanna know who does it the most and the loudest? Her.

Pixal

Pixal rarely, like almost never plays video games. In fact she only plays if enough of the ninja ask her to join for a round. However, when she DOES play, she absolutely dominates.

Pixal gossips behind the ninjas’ backs with Master Wu. Nothing harmful though, of course.

Lloyd

(This is basically a short story I’m sorry). Lloyd has stolen either Kai or Nya’s eyeliner on multiple occasions to try it on secretly in the bathroom late at night to live out his edgy childhood dreams. The thing is everyone knows. Sometimes, if all the ninja are running errands together, and Kai and/or Nya is picking up makeup, they’ll tell them that a certain brand would look really good on them to see if they want to buy it. He usually says no because they’re too embarrassed though. A shame, because they actually do pull it off very well.

They’re on Deviantart, 100%. They’re literally the green ninja and the grandchild of god but they’re still out here making self-inserts.

They were the shortest prior to s8 because they were still growing. After s8, he ended up still pretty short, but at least taller than Jay. Jay will always call them “traitor” for this.

Bonus: Harumi

That face paint doesn’t wash off.

#ninjago #zane julien #zane ninjago #kai smith #kai ninjago #lloyd garmadon #lloyd ninjago #pixal borg #pixal ninjago #nya smith #nya ninjago #jay walker #jay ninjago #cole brookstone #cole ninjago #harumi jade #harumi ninjago

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team-canada · 1 year

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ETHUBS COFFEE SHOP AU

EEEE oke so i imagine it like .. modern-ish ?

Both of them are like mid 20ies methinks But Etho looks much younger because of his style (i had to take the opportunity to put eefo in alt clothes. im not sorry) And as the note in art said, Bdubs is basically a plant mom– Bonus points if Etho turned out to be older than Bdubs after Bdubs would call him a kid. I- I see this happening. Even more bonus points if Bdubs is transmasc bcs i take this as a option here Alrighty so how i see the whole caffe- Surely it's in vintage style, there's a lot of plants and books on the shelves and vinyls on the walls….. pics i found on pinterest that kinda give me the vibe:

Oh and also! Scar and Ren work there with Bdubs! Scar always brings Jellie there and she often sleeps in pots.. Can you imagine Bdubs’ face when he was watering all the plants and in one of them he found a sleeping Jellie..

IMAGINE IF JELLIE WALKED INTO A JUST WATERED PLANT OH NO SHE’D BE COVERED IN DIRT……. I think Jellie chews on dirt too… and bites leaves.. Yeah it’s fun there- Also Grian shows up only when Scar’s there. He says it’s not on purpose but we all know the truth :>

Okok but back to ethubs LMAO

Etho when he shows up in caffe for the first time he just finds the most quiet and hidden corner and sits there. As much as he loves black coffee it’s actually not the first one he orders! He asks Bdubs for a recommendation, he mentions he likes black coffee but is like. y'know i haven't been here before i might as well try something you have to offer… Bdubs gayass brain is already turned on because. HAVE YOU SEEN THIS GUY! THE GUY IN FRONT OF HIM! HOLY SHIT HE'S SO PRETTY WHAT!!!!!!!!!!! Bdubs is glad Etho didn’t give him exact order because he would fuck it up v badly.

So he goes to prepare the coffee, but first; he almost starts screaming. He's flushed. His face is literally a tomato. Ren looks at him and acts surprised like it has never happened before…….. But then Bdubs realizes he forgot to ask him for a name to put on his cup. Well fuck- (BONUS POINTS IF HE WROTE “emo boy :)” THERE..... IT’D BE SO FUCKING FUNNY..............) He draws a little butterfly :) He likes butterflies :) Etho doesn’t have to know it yet :)

But hey after all Etho did enjoy his coffee! And he even showed up another day again! Win for Bdubs’ gay ass !!!1 And that time he actually asked for the name just to misspell it immediately yes he wrote “eefo” ..

So yeah Etho was showing up like every two days or so- Bdubs kept misspelling his name but Etho figured that after a while he was doing it just to annoy him.

Etho’s revenge for misspelling his name was to order the most insane coffee in the world. Bdubs had to write it down because he knew there was no way for him to remember this shit. And afterwards he wrote Epoo on the cup:)

JKAFHAKJ OK I'M DONE FOR NOW….. IF ANYONE'S INTERESTED I MIGHT WRITE SOME MORE STUFF JUST LEMME KNOW!!!

wait no i have some more random info–

bdubs loves butterflies

he has tiny colorful tattoos with flowers n butterflies all over his hands

He collects stuff found on the ground. of course he does.

he sees a flying insect. he tries to catch it. with his hands.

bug lover. ren hates him for it

etho keeps cups with his name being misspelled. not every but only the ones he finds funny

he/they eefo propaganda hello

sometimes he brings his sketchbook and doodles flowers . there's a few doodles of bdubs in there and that's the only reason he doesn't let him look at the doodles….

one time while paying he slipped butterfly doodles to give bdubs bc he figured bdubs is obsessed with them

KK NOW I'M DONE TY FOR READING MY SILLY BRAINROT UR EPIC <3

#pls lemme know what ya thinkkkkk #i might make a litte comic if this gets enough attention #or write more :)#ethubs #bdubs #bdoubleo100 #etho #ethoslab #etho fanart #ethoslab fanart #bdubs fanart #bdoubleo fanart #bdouble100 fanart #my art #leo talks

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amphiptere-art · 3 months

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Meh. Hollow Knight on the Brain. May as well post here and my hunter's clan idea.

I'm not going to worry about finding the images. Although I do have a lot of drawn pictures for this AU/OC.

So in this AU I actually kind of based it on if it was DLC or a mod. The whole thing is based off of this idea that you could actually play it. So I had mechanics and area set up for them.

The area of this little clan would set up in is actually the destroyed cart near dirt mouth. Or at least my brain is telling me it was a cart. Might have been a pile of rubble. Either way you would find the group there. Along with two centipede steeds.

The main character who was basically an OC. Was sort of like the grim troop leader but young? I would describe their design as a weird mix between Grimm and hornet. Anyways they are the leader. They would task you to go help their clanmates to basically fill up this sort of death meter. This is probably portrayed through a charm upgrading. Although I don't remember the specifics.

The main idea was that you would go and find one of the 5 Companions. Then you and this companion would kill a bunch of enemies and basically gain their 'death essence', until It filled the charm and you could move on to the next area.

I say five companions. So let me just list these off my head.

There was the clan leader.

Their first hand man a mantis with a giant nail. A compensation for tiny claws

There was a tiger beetle with maces.

An ant with a bunch of knives.

An assassin bug with a glaive or spear.

A fly like sly, But it was somehow a different type of bug?

And that's all I can remember off the top of my head.

Either way you basically went through a bunch of main areas and killed a bunch of things until you got a fully upgraded charm. You would then go back to the group and fight each one of the companions in a Boss Rush until you beat them all and they would point you in the direction of where their leader went to finish the ritual.

You would then find the leader in basically the void I think. Where they would be summoning the god of death with all the death essence you got. The God of death was this giant centipede. You had to defeat the leader and the God of death in a battle together.

This is the only one I actually have somewhat vague memories of what the battle arena looks like. Basically the god of death was moving platforms. He had to watch your step because they got a death could leap out of the ground and bite you, or he could twist his body that you are using as a platform to spike you. All the while the leader was jumping around firing off flying balls and other things. It was a weird mix between Grimm and I think The Mantis Lords.

Want you defeated the God of death he would basically die and take over your charm. Becoming baby god of death. The leader would then congratulate you on defeating the greatest hunters. Allowing you to take that baby god of death as long as you raised it well.

And that was the entire idea. At least as much as my memory is giving me. It has been a very long time since I've looked at this. So some details are lost. Most of the loss details are what the doodles inclined. Which was some nonsensical doodles of the leader riding centipede steeds, chilling out with the giant mantis guy. Just kind of fun scenarios with these characters in a void.

Anyways I hope you all think this idea is cool.

#hollow knight #hollow knight oc #hollow knight au #thk oc #thk au #hk thk #hollow knight thk #thk hk #thk #hollow knight grimm #I don't know what I'm tagging

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jacobsneed · 10 months

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Thank you to everyone still tagging me in stuff during my hiatus! (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

I've still been doing not so top-notch; body being wack and feeling absolutely braindead most days lmao, though I've taken a hard break from art, and got a few WIPs from before i stopped :3c But despite how I should be resting as much as I can, I've seemed to come down with the writing bug after years, lmao :P So what's a guy to do?

More doodles of Tatjana, Lupe, Ljubica, and the barbie meme with Seoyeon and Jared because they are my favourite goofballs

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand a bigger snippet of a short gtaiv piece I wrote

"It's been difficult, you know?" Niko murmured, approaching Ilyena, each breath exhaling a ghostly mist into the biting October air. "Yes. Very difficult," Ilyena replied through a heavy sigh. Feeling the weight of unspoken guilt bearing down on him, Niko averted his gaze, desperately searching for solace before offering his condolences. "I was sorry to hear about your husband," he said. A futile attempt at offering comfort through an embrace dissipated before it began; his head hung low, weighed down by unspoken thoughts. A strangled laugh escaped Ilyena's lips, slicing through the chilled air like a dagger, "Were you?" Her voice quivering with bitter disdain, looking down and exhaling deeply before continuing, "Maybe… Unlike that treacherous rat, Dimitri." Anguish spilled through her, each syllable poisoned with sorrow, turning away from Niko, her hand shielding her face from view. "He and I are not friends." Niko retorted with icy detachment. Ilyena pivoted back towards Niko, her glassy eyes reflecting the streetlamp's mournful glow before her gaze found his again– eyes glistening with unshed tears. "My husband was not perfect." she confessed through an exhausted shrug. "Far from it, he was awful. A murdering, drug addicted bully." Her voice wavered, cracking under the weight of her emotions. "In many ways, the world is better off without him––but now I am alone." She shuddered before him, defeated and vulnerable, posture hanging down in defeat. Awkwardness wrapped itself tightly around Niko's throat like a noose, standing detached––an observer in this storm of misery––struggling to discern any healing words amidst his murky sea of guilt. Wetting his cracking lips, he mustered only the simplest consolation: "I'm sorry about that." Rubbing his clutched hands for warmth against lips chapped by apathy, the chilly air gnawing at his guilt. Niko's attention returned to Ilyena, as she continued to bear her grievances - an unfathomable abyss of loss. "And my daughter grows up without a father…" she laments, "she's learning a bitter lesson very early." Niko's brow furrowed in helpless anguish; like banshees, the echoes of Ilyena's grievances stirred Niko's tormented conscience; like a merciless tidal wave, salt-stung lacerating thoughts of his own daughter–– Ljubica––surfaced. The realization materializes: how little he had been present in her life—how even now he was squandering opportunities. He was consumed by the stark realization that he'd dedicated more time to spilling blood in America than nurturing the love within his family. "Yes, it's bad," Niko conceded quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat that threatened to suffocate him, eyes locked forward, unwavering upon the cold horizon; anchored to some distant spectre. Mind swimming with his past and present failures. "And now the money is gone, the house got repossessed, and we are living in a one-room apartment." Ilyena vented with nervous haste, her voice tinged with rising frustration. Clutching her chest as if to anchor herself, "The land of opportunity!?" She scoffs, a burst of exasperation, her arms splayed wide like the wings of a disillusioned bird taking flight. "I'd rather be back in Russia! At least there, people don't pretend life has any pleasure." She snarls, defeated. A suffocating, oppressive silence ensnared them, akin to a funereal shroud of fog, marooned on the desolate boardwalk's stillness. Time seemed to crawl at a glacial pace until Niko finally shattered the torturous void in which they were entombed.

#david's ramblings #wip #oc: tatjana #oc: lupe #oc: ljubica #wip: a bitter lesson #david's art #david writes #still super self-conscious of my writing but my golly the sheer HIGH of feeling proud of yourself :')))))#Okie!! X3 back to being braindead for a few days! <3

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nompunhere · 2 years

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Deep in Lemm...'s shop

[Submitted H/ollow K/night Vore Fic]

Characters: L/emm, Ghost Length: 1,075 words Warnings: Bugs and Safe, Soft, Half-Size Vore (Unwilling prey). also Breaking and Entering I guess, lol

[There’s less of a size difference than I’d normally post here, but it’s close enough to half-size I’d say]

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Gone out to clear my head. Will be back soon. If you have something you absolutely must sell, come find me in Fountain Square.

The little ghost paused as they read the sign. On one hand, they knew how grumpy Lemm got when they merely went behind his counter once. How grumpy would he get if they were found poking around in his storeroom of artifacts? Ghost hoped that the relic seeker wouldn’t ban them from his shop; Lemm was a good man, and a good merchant. But as the little Ghost considered their options, they knew this might be their only chance to see what he had stored. They pried open the door with a void tentacle, and entered the shop.

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Lemm’s pondering went on without end; If the sacrifice of this knight was so great, then how come he’d not seen its mention in a single journal? If this knight was so mighty, then why would one sacrifice it? Why was this Knight not portrayed amongst the other 5? Why-

Grorllll…

Lemm looked down to his stomach, his thoughts pierced by its desire to be fed. He sighed. He’d grab a quick bite to eat at his shop, and then he’d return to the fountain.

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Ghost took a pause as they observed Lemm’s storage. He had neatly catalogued everything into 4 sections, along with having a drawer for what the knight presumed was personal storage. They flipped open a wanderer’s journal delicately, taking a look into the life of another bug. They then put it back and picked up an idol, turning it around in their hands as they-

Click

Ghost whipped around in a panic before hurriedly dashing into the corner of the dark storeroom, hoping that they’d get an opportunity to leave before Lemm could spot them.

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“Strange. I could have sworn I locked that door.”

Lemm looked towards the slightly ajar entrance to his storage room. Only he had the key. Sighing, he entered the dark storage room and tapped the lumafly lanterns awake. As the room filled with light, he walked over to the drawer before pausing. He felt someone watching him. Lemm turned to one corner. Nothing there. Lemm turned to another-

“WHY YOU LITTLE-!”

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Ghost ran to the storeroom’s exit and practically dashed through the door. They sprinted as fast as they could to the exit of the relic seeker’s shop and tugged on the door. It was locked shut. Ghost looked to the only other viable option, the windows. Preparing a crystal dash, they prayed to whatever gods above (excluding the Radiance) that they could break through.

THUD

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Lemm picked up the little fallen wanderer by the horns and shook them viciously, their nail clattering to the floor.

“You thought you could escape, but those windows are tempered, you little sneak! I’m so mad I don’t even know what to do with-”

Growlr…

Lemm paused as he got an idea. He initially thought that the doodles in the journals of bugs swallowing other bugs whole and alive and having them stay safe were mere hallucinations. But he considered the preposterous idea–what if they weren’t? Lemm licked his mandibles and opened his mouth as Ghost’s struggles intensified. He brought their head closer, closer…

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Ghost’s legs were left flailing in the air as the upper part of their body was engulfed. They felt Lemm’s tongue against their mask, trying to pull them in. Judging by the bug’s grunts of pain, he was struggling to ingest the little knight. Ghost barely had time to even react as they felt him trying to shove them down further, pushing and prodding at their sides and legs. Their head slipped through first, entering a long fleshy tunnel. Ghost’s flailing intensified, but their arms could not make leeway against the powerful muscles forcing their descent. Their legs soon entered the mouth too, as they felt Lemm turn his head up in an attempt for gravity to aid his struggles. Soon, the wanderer’s head entered an open chamber, and their legs followed into the throat.

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Gulp Gulp Glrk!

Lemm fell to the floor, gasping for air, as he felt the little wanderer fully deposited in his stomach. He felt them begin to kick and squirm as he rubbed his now sore jaw. He didn’t know how other bugs did it, but he knew the little knight was (probably) safe.

“Oh, settle down in there…You’re going to be fine.”

Either they couldn’t hear them or they didn’t believe his word. Lemm was fed, however, so he couldn’t complain. He struggled to stand up, having to adjust to the extra, writhing weight of his stomach. As he stumbled over behind the counter, he pulled out a stool and sat down, tucking his bulging midsection underneath the counter so no customers could see or hear them.

Kick

“Oomf! You’re a little rascal, I’ll give you that.”

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Ghost felt the world around them twist and contort as Lemm’s stomach kneaded against them. Their body was covered in a slimy mucus and the world around them was dark. They kept kicking and punching the walls, hoping to try to force the relic seeker to spit them out.

“You’re not getting out-” Kick

“Grmfp-!” Ghost felt Lemm swat at his belly. “You keep squirming, I extend the time you spend here.”

Ghost immediately stopped squirming, their only motion now being the stomach’s muscles undulating around them. “Getting you down was painful, and exhausting, and I don’t have it in me to hack you back out, at least not today. So stay down there, stay quiet, and don’t disturb my deals with any other customers. Give me a poke if you understand.” Cautiously, they prod at the wall of Lemm’s belly. “Good. Now unless I tell you, I don’t want to feel ANY struggles. Understood? To the outside world, you’re just the fat from a period of indulgence I had. You are not a living being.” Ghost stilled completely as the words ran through their head. “…I didn’t mean it like that, I- Look, what I mean is, I don’t want anyone to know you’re here, it would be an embarrassment to us both, especially to you, being devoured by a grumpy old shopkeeper. I… I promise you I’ll let you out. …When I think I’ve learned your lesson, and when my jaw no longer feels like it’s been pulled off.” Kick “Oof! Just for that, another day, you little punk.”

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Oh, heh, that was fun. Lemm really needs to work on his people skills. So does Ghost, actually--breaking and entering is not how you make friends. Eating someone is only sometimes how you make friends.

and sorry this took so long to post sfhajghhgjs I have no excuse

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🌸 ballet slipper, watermelon, fuchsia, rose, coral, blossom, salmon, hibiscus, hot pink, peach syrup 🌸

omg hello friend thank u for the interrogation asks (/lh)

ballet slipper— with only one word, describe how you feel at this moment

brain.......

watermelon— have you ever had to reject anyone romantically? how did it go?

i almost typed "lmao no" but then realized how self-deprecating that sounds

anyway

no. all the boys my age in high school thought i was boring because i didn't think 2015 "bro culture" (rampant racism, homophobia, and misogyny) was clever or amusing, and i haven't had any opportunities to date since then..... thanks covid

fuchsia— describe your personality in three words!

sleepy... creative... sensitive...

rose— do you believe in soulmates? why or why not?

i'd like to! sometimes i think it's unrealistic and silly to believe there's a single perfect person for everyone (or like... more than one if ur poly, right?), but also... 🥺🥰

coral— what’s something you’re passionate about?

american girl dolls... <3 i like making little outfits and imagining personalities and also i love the books...

blossom— would you get a tattoo? if so, what would it be of?

i've considered this before. i don't think i actually would, because i tend to get antsy about things that are on/in my skin for too long, like rashes or bug bites, so i can't imagine i'd like having a tattoo forever. if i did, it would probably just be a little doodle of a critter of some kind, or maybe something geometric, but like i said...

i just think it would start weirding me out after a certain amount of time, and i'd end up scratching at it or something, except it would be permanent, so all i'd end up doing is irritating my skin... yeah, i don't think tattoos are for me 😬

salmon— would you prefer a partner who is an introvert or an extrovert? why?

ooh, i genuinely don't know! i can see the appeal of both, honestly.

hibiscus— what’s your favorite pet name, if any? why?

like to use, or to be called? idk... the only pet name experience i have is my parents coming up with a thousand different nicknames for me ever since i was a little kid 😂

idk, maybe "sweetheart" or "love" or smth.

hot pink— what’s your favorite relationship trope?

hm........ "friends to lovers", "didn't realize they were dating", "they share the brain cell" and "they're married, your honor"

peach syrup— have you ever had an internet crush on a mutual on this app or another app?

maybe? i don't know if i'd call them crushes, though, or like... squishes

#ask game

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gracesentme · 6 months

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ALMOST HEAVEN Oh, hi there. I’m in Maryland or West Virginia or Pennsylvania or Virginia. “Virginia is for Lovers.” As a pre-teen I bought that shirt. And wore it. Mom? Dad? Well, you were great parents. No judgment from me. Well, a little judgment. But we kids turned out ok. On the Appalachian Trail, “Virginia is Forever.” People get the Virginia Blues for one reason or another. It’s pretty. Endlessly green. Dense forests. Shenandoah Ri-i-ver 🎵. Long, lush grasses brushing against hikers’s legs and launching ticks onto hikers’ lovely golden doodles’ hair. Record scratches. Music stops. Many sweet baby animals perish on the road. I have taken to yelling “NOOOOO!!!” and crying at the sight of a perfectly-formed spotted fawn looking as if it were sleeping on the roadside. Or a bunny. Any furry animal, really. Even if they are smushed. This is not how the world is supposed to be. But, as for ticks…I hate them so much. They should die. And then I feel a little guilty. Do tick parents think their babies are cute? I need to stop projecting human thoughts and feelings onto creatures, right, Gus? He is nodding. Anyway, the other day I reached to the back of my leg. Bug bite? I couldn’t see it. But it seemed to be growing. Irritating. Itching a bit. When I met up with Jon, I jokingly said, “Check this bug bite out. See if it’s a tick.” I am very, very funny. Jon looked at it and said “We are headed to Urgent Care.” Jon did not get that I was kidding. Kidding! Sure enough, the bite had what looked like the Lyme Disease bullseye. A saving grace. “Here! Look at me! Do something!” Says the bullseye. Back before antibiotics, I believe the “Do something” was “Prepare to perish.” The Urgent Care doc decided that even though the ring was a lighter color than is typical, I needed treatment for Lyme disease because she had a patient with a rash just like that come in a week ago and three days later it was a HUGE brown bullseye and the lady had Lyme disease. Or I could have an infection from itching a bug bite. Either way, antibiotics. All this to say, prayers appreciated. And I want to share a poem I wrote last year. I sucked you to read my poem.You feel sorry for me, so you should read it.

The Unseen

The unseen things are dangerous A vagrant cell A tiny tick A blind spot A river rock

The invisible is glorious A treasured thought A noble spur A faithful angel A steadfast heart

The hoarded things are treacherous Bitter seeds Hate-filled thoughts Rage unchecked Power lust

The treasured gifts are life-giving Sweet memories of Gratitude Kindnesses Mercies new Humility

A cloudless sky Gold swaths of wheat A long road home A soulful hymn All bittersweet

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meeko-goes-exploring · 10 months

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Introducing Myself

Hiya! As this is the very first post, I thought it better than any to make it all about ME! lol just kidding, this is Meeko's world and I'm just the chauffeur.

Meeko (often referred to as Meeks, Bubbas, Sweet boy, or The Puppers) is a Golden Doodle born Dec. 11, 2019 in Midland, Texas. He came home with me in February the following year so technically that doesn't count as a Pandemic Puppy, but he lived that pandemic puppy life. After 2 months of having him, his whole world consisted of just him and me. When the bulk of the pandemic was over and life at work went back to normal, he was not okay with it BUT traveling was safe and okay again, so his world got much bigger! My late teens, early 20s I was fortunate enough to travel Europe. Mostly on my own (less of a hassle to bring others along, get to go where I wanted when I wanted and do what i wanted) and I had the time of my life! The time came when I had to move back to the States, and it was SCARY! I had lived in Germany for 13 years; my whole life was about to be turned upside down. For a while I stayed in the city I moved to, spending much needed time with family, who normally only got to see me a few weeks out of the summer and had to share me with other family in other states. So, a few weeks for me but only a few days for each of them. Anyways life got boring pretty fast for me. That travel bug just kept biting. Most of my family have lived where they live for YEARS. So, I traveled to the same 3 states each summer. I NEEDED to see what else the states had to offer. I didn't want to do it alone anymore but also didn't know anyone whose jobs gave them as much time off as mine did so a puppy I decided was the best option. I had always wanted a puppy! If there was a puppy at a party, that's who I was with. My best friend and I dog sat for people all the time but just wasn't in the card for me to have one of my own at the time. My first apartment in the states was also my first time living alone. Saw on Instagram a lady had a few doodles left and in my heart I knew. The timing of having my own place plus the exact breed of dog I've wanted my whole life being available, I was getting a fur bestie for sure! When I went to go see the pups, I really didnt think I would be bring one home. I just wanted to look and see if it would be a good fit. Didn't even have the okay with the place I was living at yet. oops. But when I stepped foot in that yard looking at the light brown curly haired princess I saw in the picture and wanted so badly DIDN'T give me a minute of her time, I thought okay maybe not. I looked down and realized the white chunky ball of fur who was chewing on my shoe lace, hadn't left my foot the entire time. I really wanted a light brown color puppy but my little prince was holding on to my shoe for dear life! Got him to stopped chewy but then he SAT ON MY FEET and just followed me around when I was trying to meet his sisters. He chose me and I knew I couldn't walk away from him.

Now him and I pack up my car and go wherever our hearts desire. He loves being outside, as long as I'm there. If I try to leave him in the yard at my grandma's, lol he sits on the chair and looks at us through the kitchen window while the other dogs play. Once we let him in or we sit outside with him, he's full on dog mode. His first car ride made him a bit sick but now all I have to do is open one door and he's the first one to jump in! Long car rides don't bother him, I like to think it's because he knows the destinations are always worth it! He loves othe animals and people. Not so much babies but in a Ew leave me alone kind of way. I think he doesn't know what do with them so he just slowly leans away lol. I think because of his fur maybe, he is not a fan of dog beds and only lays on the furniture for a minute before going to any area that doesn't have carpet or anything soft. He's big and fluffy so he prefers wood floor or the cool garage ground.

Anyways this post was way longer than I meant it but that's the story of Meeko. Follow along for his fun adventures and tips on where you can bring your fur babies too!

#new puppy blog #new dog blog #puppy adventures #traveling dog #golden doodle #Meeko the doodle #Meeko Goes Exploring #the traveling doodle #puppy #dog blog #meeko vs the world

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linkgreys · 2 years

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Golly lolly

Golly lolly free#

I’ve set up a space at VR Bengaluru and take online orders on Inner Chef,” reveals the winner of the Inorbit Pink Power campaign, who won the contest as she was a perfect example of encouraging other women entrepreneurs. A lot of food consultants and chefs trained us. Dishing it out with the same quality and consistency week after week needed to be mastered. Learning to make ice cream was the easier part. Some of our combos are brownie with blueberry, mocha cookie with filter coffee and snicker doodle with vanilla, besides large and mini bite sized sandwiches. Our popular flavours are caramel and hazelnut, chikkoo with cheddar and dark chocolate with brownie. A quick search thereafter revealed how it is quite a popular treat in other countries and we decided it was time our city had it too. “It tasted fabulous and more people were lined up at the stall than at the stage. Looking for Candy & Confectionery Retail near me in Dearborn, MI Get info about Lolly by Golly Sweet Shoppe & similar nearby companies offering Groceries. Her inspiration for an ice cream sandwich came from a small stall at a music concert in Brisbane. What better way to do it than with ice cream! We make ice creams in innovative ways - in cookies, brandy snaps, brownies, Snicker doodles like a sandwich and like a taco,” shares Aishwarya of how it all began. I’ve always wanted to start a quaint little place where people came to enjoy themselves and celebrate their happiness and that’s why I set up Nutty Squirrel. After my corporate stint, the charm of the start-up world beckoned. “I’m a computer science graduate from IIIT Hyderabad and an MBA from IIM Bangalore. And soon the entrepreneurial bug bit her and she introduced handcrafted ice cream sandwiches made from natural ingredients to Bengaluru. A graduate from IIM Bangalore, she worked in multiple areas and at various IT firms, but her passion for ice cream took precedence. If you're new to the series, don't miss the first book, What the Dickens?!?!: The Tale of a Rascally Pup.She’s just started out and has already gotten a taste of sweet success! The love Aishwarya Kalakata has for ice creams is something that runs quite deep.

Golly lolly free#

Just go to /pages/golly for the freeload. Golly-Oodle-Lolly! Don't miss a minute of fun.come and explore with Dickens today!Īdults, no worries! This book also comes with a free What the Dickens Does that Mean?! Cheat Sheet. Perfect for Pre-K through early elementary school aged children, but don't be surprised if it grabs the attention of older siblings too. This endearing book with its engaging illustrations and surprising words will spark your child's curiosity and love for language. No need for a bumbershoot on this splendiferous day! You and your little ones will be gobsmacked by the kaleidoscope of fantastical words that are all around you every day.if you just listen. Who knows what may be around the next corner! Meet roller skating Eddie with a mound of spaghetti, and Molly as she shops for a huge lollipop. WOW! There's so much more to say.Ĭome along with Dickens on his rollicking boardwalk adventure. In 1891 there were 14 Lolly families living in Lancashire. The most Lolly families were found in USA in 1880. The Lolly family name was found in the USA, the UK, Canada, and Scotland between 18. Our rascally pup is growing up! He's learned mundane words like down, sit, and stay. Similar surnames: Lilly, Polly, Holly, Lally, Dolly, Solly, Jolly, Lolli, Lolley, Golly. Today, this rascally pup's world is going from humdrum to humdinger! Wait, what Introducing Book 2 in the Rascally Pup Learns and Grows series. To paraphrase the prophet Adams, You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is.

#Golly lolly

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harfanfare · 3 years

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How to win a heart of Jamil Viper?

1. Don’t be a typical hero(ine).

Contrary to the popular romance trope, tripping over the air to land on a certain cool-looking boy, and dropping all carried things, wouldn’t make Jamil fall for you. Instead, just falling because of you and sharply crashing with a floor would make him rather cautious around you and keeping a distance whether he has anything in his hands.

Believe him or not, he doesn’t need another ditsy and erratic person around him—like a certain leader from a certain dorm, who happens to create a mess anytime, anywhere.

So, let someone else be the protagonist of the story.

In that situation, you may be a side character that gets its way through obstacles and classic borders of story scheme and is much more interesting than the main persona.

That’s how you get his attention.

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2. Be a help.

Oh, a person that would help him with his chores means to him much more than gold. Sometimes.

“Can I help you anyhow?” you asked when Jamil was going to the kitchen after a daily training with the rest of the dorm. He lifted his eyebrow, waiting for further explanation. “I mean with cleaning or something.”

Jamil glanced at you, not sure about your intentions.

Who would like to do something to help without having something in return? With only your will? No, it doesn’t work well in the same sentence.

But some help would be great. So, he just needs to keep sure that he won’t fall into any trap for letting you help, yes?

“Sure,” he said casually, not letting his face nor voice reveal any of his thoughts he run into. “[Name], right? Could you bring and clean the dishes from longue?”

And you helped. You really helped him a lot, staying over two hours till everything was shimmering with cleanliness and your abrupt desire to clean something and be more useful, burned out.

“Thank you for your help,” Jamil said, after correcting the last cushion in the Scarabia’s longue. You flashed him a smile. “But why, if I can ask, did you offer it in the first place?”

He got a quick response in form of a shrug.

“I... don’t really know,” you admitted, glancing at him. “...But you don’t complain, no?”

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3. Be his dish taster.

“The way to a one's heart is through his stomach.”

“Try it,” Jamil handed you a spoon filled with some kind of stew. You consentaneously your opened mouth and drank all content of the spoon. Your mouth filled with many flavours and you couldn’t be sure if you ever ate that good combination in your life. “How was that?”

“Excellent as always.”

You said it all sincerely and maybe would have asked for seconds, if not the fact that Jamil already turned his back to you and got back to pots. He took another spoon and tried the dish himself, clicked his tongue and added more salt.

Once again, he turned to you and handed you a spoon.

“And how was that now?”

“Excellent as always,” you chuckled as he frowned at you.

“Don’t you think that you should add more words to your dictionary? You say the same thing on every dish,” once he said that you finished drying the last plate and preparing silverware for today’s fiesta.

“Don’t you think that I won’t be able to eat anything at the party when I will eat enough of your cooking now to write a poem about each of your culinary masterpieces?” Jamil chuckled slightly at your words.

“So, you don’t want any more?” he teased, but inside he was really flushed. Praises or cajolery, it all makes his heart skip a beat.

Finally, there was someone who appreciated all work he’s done.

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4. Distract Kalim from him.

“You really shouldn’t go there,” you said, your voice as serious as you could keep it. “I mean, what if there is a monster who wants to kidnap you?”

Kalim cocked his head a little, considering your words. After a while, he nodded, fully convinced by your argument.

“You’re right,” he said. “I will warn others about this..!”

Kalim turned on his heel and spotted some people returning from morning classes. He ran to them, greeting them and walking with them as he tried to introduce the situation.

Still not believing Kalim fall for your words, you were standing alone in the centre of the corridor, a bit dumbstruck to discover the excuse Jamil came up with work.

“...Are you sure, you don’t want to tell him that some student’s from other dorm are here?” you asked as if saying to yourself your thoughts aloud.

But there was someone, someone who was hiding behind a big potted palm. He only gave you thumbs up as a preventative measure if there was still a chance that Kalim didn’t just dash through the halls to talk with some dorm students.

Jamil only looked at you and mouthed “No. Party. Today.” and quietly shifted to the corner, where the wall hid him and he could finally get up.

Mission accomplished.

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5. Get rid of bugs for him.

“[Name],” Jamil called out to you, bursting through the door to your room. He looked very pale and panic was staying still in his eyes. “Would you be so kind to... deal with an intruder?”

You frowned a little before biting back a sigh. At first, you were concerned. Even Kalim getting in a serious mess didn’t make him react that seriously. But then you remembered that there was one thing that could make Jamil call you out of nowhere, acting like in an emergency. Emergency only in eyes of few.

Bugs.

Jamil never admitted to you that he is scared of them, but every time you brought up the topis, he snapped his fingers at it, saying that insects just aren’t his favourite kind of animal.

“Hmm~ Maybe after I finish this chapter,” you said, conspicuously turning a page of the book you were reading and with all your will trying not to smile nor to look at the wincing expression Jamil was wearing.

“[Name],” he said, his voice shaking with anger or frustration. “Go there right now or I will make sure you won’t get today’s dinner.”

...No dinner?

“Yes, mum,” you said putting the textbook aside and getting up from the comfortable couch.

Of all people, Jamil is probably the only one—well, maybe also Trey—that could make those words sound dangerous. Like, no dinner made by the best chef in Scarabia? It would be pure agony.

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6. Have competitions.

“Aren’t you a little too good in this game?” you asked, regretfully placing pieces of the game back to the initial places.

He gave you a smile that slowly turned into a smirk, as you groaned at the next round you have lost. You flopped on the big pillow, all your will to play destroyed, as you sank between really cosy material.

“I told you I won’t give you a head start,” Jamil said, his steady voice mixed with amusement. “You even told me that you don’t want me to go easy on you before the game started.”

“Too bad,” you clicked your tongue at his response. “I was sure that after watching you play with Kalim, I remembered your tactics.”

You’ve watched at least eight rounds of Jamil and Kalim playing this game, and when it was coming to end, you were almost sure you understood and remembered the technique he was using in certain situations.

But, to your disappointment, it looked like he – even without using any of his tricky cards in his sleeve – was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, because, after three moves, you knew that probably all three were wrong when the opponent was Jamil.

“You gained nothing by it. Of course, I lost to him or... there would be a trouble,” he exclaimed. “You are different.”

“Oh, thank you. I can lose but he can’t, huh?” you frowned at him as he almost choked on the surprise he felt by hearing your response.

“...Yeah, that’s it. Just it.”

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7. Have study sessions together.

“One class had a test before us,” you said scrolling through your class chat group. “They said that there wasn’t any question about these dates.”

Jamil scribbled down years of the most important magic wars, from time to time looking at you who were listing some test exercises and feeling somehow unmotivated to even properly open a history book.

Your notebook was lying in front of you, today’s lesson topic on the top of the page and many detailed doodles on its margin.

Once again... what was the unit you are having an exam about?

“It doesn’t mean, we won’t get a question about that,” Jamil tried to convince you, sliding textbook your way. “Now, read that aloud, while I prepare notes.”

You blinked twice as if woken up from daydreaming. Were you daydreaming?

“Are you sure..? I mean, all I will do is reading. Wouldn’t you rather want us to read it silently and then share our notes after this?”

“Don’t think about it much. I really like your voice,” he said it so thoughtlessly you weren’t sure if said it as an unarguable fact or just his smooth talker abilities were showing off, “and gave me your notes for the last exam so we’re even. And you won’t do any good notes when you’re sulking over this exam like that.”

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8. Remind him to take breaks.

“You won’t get out of here,” you exclaimed spreading your arms as shielding a door from him. “Not a chance.”

Jamil stood a feet next to you, grimace stretching on his lips as he knew what’s coming up.

“I have to go, [Name].”

He tried to get through you, lightly removing you of his way. He wasn’t a fan of using force on anyone, and he was a hater of using force on you.

Much more than a speakable argument, you were pushing each other closer or further from the door, having a staring contest and reciting all the things he had done in the past two days; except for his daily duties and with the upcoming birthday party of few students of Scarabia who happen to have a celebration in the same day, the number of tasks he was given was overwhelming.

“Stop it!” you protested, trying to push him back. “I am seriously worried about you! Please... take a break.”

Every time he was coming closer to the exit, you stepped back, blocking his way, bumping into him and having to try again.

“You know I have a lot of work to do,” he said, finally stepping back and giving you a break from trying to separate him from the door. “I can’t just give up all my duties, even if I would love a break.”

“I can do it for you,” you quickly offered. “But please, now, go to sleep and don’t you dare touch anything related to school or cleaning.”

...What a weird request.

When was the last time anyone told him to take a break?

He doesn’t remember.

But now, he can say it was recently, all thanks to you.

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9. Promise.

It was really hard for him once all his hard work to keep a high position within the dorm students suddenly dropped after his overblot accident.

“[Name]...”

However, the thing he regretted the most was hurting you. Taking the whole dorm under his unique magic spell, the hypnosis also affected you, making you another servant of his. Even you weren’t the one he ordered a lot, you felt betrayed that even the friendship you two developed didn’t stop him from overblotting.

And if he knew that you would avoid him like fire after the accident, he would probably hesitate a lot.

His throat tightened as he saw you one day in the corridor, looking somehow lonely and tired. He dashed to you, beseeching you to talk to him.

“Sorry for asking, but, Jamil, you don’t hate me, right?” you asked with a pain in your voice. You couldn’t even look at his face, feeling the incomprehensible weight in your gaze. “I mean... Do you only act in front of me friendly? ...Like... with Kalim..?”

“No, no, no,” he protested quickly, making it almost sound like a plea. He gently grabbed your hands, praying that you won’t harshly jerk them back because of him. “I don’t hate you. I really like you. I mean every word I said to you.”

The feeling of release struck you like thunder, you took a big breath, your eyes watering. You slowly reached for his touch, finally ending in a hug.

Jamil ran his fingers through your hair, smelling a familiar, reassuring scent of yours. After a while, he whispered a question.

“So... could you please not avoid me anymore? I know it will be hard to bring up the same relationship we had, but... could you give me a second chance?”

“Okay. But under one condition,” you said, slightly backing off from him. Before he could wonder about the term you would require from him, you finished your thought. “You must be honest with me. I... don’t know what will I do if it all turned to be a play...”

“I will,” he replied, putting his whole heart in these two words. “I will always be honest with you. And won’t ever use my unique magic on you.”

You looked up at him, a small smile starting to rise and heart-throbbing more wilder with his words. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

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10. Make him confess.

“What are you doing this weekend?”

Jamil appeared in front of you, almost like popping out of nowhere, as you were done with today’s lessons and slowly heading to your dorm. He caught up with you, changing his pace to match yours.

“I have no plans. I will be probably sleeping or something,” you answered honestly, shrugging and reminding yourself that you should finally hang out with some people from your class to make sure your social life isn’t all over dead.

You were walking in quietly before Jamil broke silence and spoke up again.

“Would you like to go somewhere?” he asked his voice only giving a hint of nervousness—it was nothing compared to the stress he felt inside. It was just a “yes or no” question, he knew that he will meet in future many amazing people like you and shouldn’t be stressed, but having someone so dear to him being asked for a meeting where he will try to finally out find his feeling... it is stressful.

“Hehe~ what, are you asking me on the date?” you teased, but much more than mocking, you were hoping for an answer. For the honest answer, he promised you.

“...And what if I am?” he asked, his voice a bit hushed, but steady.

You felt how heat was coming all the way up to your cheeks, although you tried your best not to let anything more, as if a blush wasn’t obvious enough, know how excited and spellbound you are.

“Then, your wish is my command.”

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proserpina-magnus · 3 years

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Hiiiiii could I request a Marauders x reader… platonic. Where they are just coaxing her through a bad day/migraine?

Hii! there isn't that much comforting other then them being clingy and sorta protective, but I still hope you like!!

The Marauders When You Have A Migraine

Word count; 1.8k

[ Warning: fem reader, doodles, eating, migraines/description of headaches, swearing, Sirius refers to you as “their baby” ]

Quick note, there’s a scene where the boys draw on the reader with a marker. I didn’t specify what colour the marker was, so depending on your skin colour you can interrupt the colour as you wish.

You slumped at the Gryffindor dining table, hair matted in a low messy hairstyle. You didn't even try and brush it out, you woke up and left it how it was. You couldn't even bring yourself to dress in new fresh clothing, you wore what you slept in.

Eyeing the breakfast options, you felt a pain tingle through your head. The nerves bunching and squeezing together to make it unbearable to concentrate.

" [ name ]! We have class in 15 minutes and you're not even dressed!" James bellowed from across the table, you pushed your shoes against the floor and slumped. Remus gave a confused look, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between Peter and Sirius.

"Come on, we have time to get some food in 'ya," Sirius declared, pushing toast onto your plate. The curly raven haired male even buttered your toast just the way you liked, even filling your glass with fresh squeezed orange juice.

"How 'ya feel-in?" Peter pronounced through mouthfuls of food, James swatting the blonds head in retaliation. "Wormy, don't speak with your mouth full,"

Sirius cackled from beside you, Peter stomped his foot onto Sirius in response. Sirius made a dramatic scene, falling towards the cold stone floor as he held his foot with forced shaky breaths. "My foot! My foot! I've been assaulted!" He whined, rolling from side to side.

Remus lets out a loud sigh from beside you, your head buzzing from the noise of ongoing chatter. You could hear James laugh loudly, like he always does. Usually his laugh was contagious, but it was incredibly annoying at the moment. Along with snickers and loud whines, you gripped your cup and brought it to your lips. Peter swallowed, reaching for another pancake as he watched you take long sips.

" ya never answered my question," Peter rambled before taking a gracious bite. You shrugged, Sirius sliding back into his seat. The boys all looked towards you, your fork picking at the blueberries Sirius pushed onto your plate moments prior.

"Another headache?" James asked, cleaning his pants from crumbs as he pushed his finished plate aside. You nodded briefly, a plain expression adorned on your features. Another hot buzz dangled in your mind, your forehead throbbing along with it.

"Maybe we should take you to madam Pomfry, you shouldn't be getting them this often," Remus responded. Sirius made a pouting face, before he took you into his arms.

"Our baby is hurt!" Sirius exaggerated loudly, causing staring eyes to look towards the group of friends. You flushed a bit, embarrassed by Sirius nature. You pushed him away, going back to picking at your food.

"I ain't nobody's baby," you said while pushing Sirius further away, James and Peter sniggered as Sirius made puppy dog eyes. You rolled your eyes, a bit grumpy from the constant throbbing.

"Bloody hell, it fucking hurts. It's not even bad, it's just the constant throbbing is pissing me off," you complained, shoving the piece of toast in your mouth. You watched as students finished eating, occasionally leaving for their first class of the day.

The boys all exchanged looks, Remus placing a hand on your back to give it a gentle rub. You push your plate back, your arms coming on the table as you rest in them.

As more students leave, professor Mcgonagall makes her way over to your rambunctious group. She softens at the scene, seeing the four boys rub your shoulder or arms to try and give their sympathy.

You sigh as you hear her shoes click with the ground, professor Mcgonagall stands a few inches away from you all. She clears her throat, all eyes directing towards her except for you.

"Class is about to start... is there a problem with miss [ last name ]?" The older woman asked, trying to mask her worry. Remus had explained earlier to her that you had been having numerous migraines.

"She's having another headache Minnie, our baby is dying!" Sirius exclaimed, Remus reaching over to swat him away from you with an annoyed look plastered on his face. Even though you couldn't see Sirius, you laughed as you thought about his whining face.

Professor Mcgonagall clasped her tongue, about to tell off Sirius for the nickname he'd given her. But instead, she placed her attention on you.

"I'll take her to the infirmary, surely madam Pomfrey has a potion to help," she explained, the boys all standing together in the same motion. You still kept your head pressed into your forehead.

"Can we go with her?" James whispered, hoping that they could be with you. They all hated when you were in pain, it felt like they had to protect you. You were their bestfriend, they surely couldn't let a thing ever bug you unless it was them.

"I'm sorry Potter, but you have class," Professor McGonagall frowned, the boys were about to protest to stay with you. But Minnie quickly shut them down, her hand raising as all the boys shut their jaws closed.

"It's alright, I'll see you later," you told them, raising with a throb as you walked with them all towards the doors. You parted way painfully, Sirius almost crying as he clung onto your leg. The rest of the boys watched, even James tearing up. He took his round spectacles off, dabbing his eyes with a spare cloth he had in his pocket.

"You can't be serious," you retorted at them, an annoyed look on your face as Minnie checked her watch with frowned eyes.

"Well... technically," Sirius began, but he couldn't finish his sentence as you kicked him off of you. You were upset, tired, and in pain. As much as you loved them, they were too much sometimes.

"Just go, I'll see you later," you tried to cover up your annoyed state, but the boys picked up on it. Sirius straightened up, fixing his shirt as they left with their heads down casted towards the ground.

"Idiots they are," you told Professor McGonagall, she only laughed and led you towards the infirmary.

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After a few missed classes, it was finally lunch. All the boys scrambled to the dining hall, shoving foods on plates. They ignored the stares, jogging up to the infirmary where you slept.

With the creak of the door, Sirius and James peaked inside. They saw no one, only a lump on the farthest bed. They all skipped over to you with slow whispers, trying to make sure you won’t wake up. Sirius pushed the blanket of your face, all of them relieved to see you still asleep.

“Prongs, do you have a spare marker on you?” Sirius asked, a growing smirk on his face. James put down the plate on a nearby table, fishing through his pockets to try and find a marker.

“Pads, no,” Remus said sternly, knowing what the raven haired male would do. Peter looked between the three boys, a bit unsure of what Sirius was going to do. The blonde boy put his plate near James, picking up half a sandwich as he sat near your feet.

“Pads yes,” Sirius smiled widely, James passing him the thick inked marker. Remus rolled his eyes, not stopping Sirius from his antics. Sirius crawled on the bed, an evil smile on his features as he unclasped the marker. He wrote “baby” with big thick letters on your forehead, giggling when you twitched and tried to swat his hand away in your sleeping state.

“Give me the marker,” James whispers, not waiting for Sirius to pass him it as he snatched it for himself. The bispecticle male drew 4 happy stick figures and a rat on your cheek, his tongue poked out in concentration.

“Why am I the only one in my amingi form?” Peter asked, frowning as James passed him the marker. He began to draw a small smiley face in your open palm, writing a messy “Peter was here” on your arm.

“Because, there wasn’t enough room and plus, you’re cuter in rat form,” James teased, but his words sounded very sweet so Peter took it as a compliment. Sirius and Remus cackled loudly, making you stir awake. Your eyes fluttered open, looking around between the boys above you.

“Uh… hello?” You greeted, stretching slightly as you looked around the empty room. Sirius pushed Peter and James away from the bed, sprawling his limbs out to hog you from their affection.

“Hi!” They all chanted at once, Remus moving closer as he pushed at Sirius to make room. The tall male sat down, rummaging through his bag for a minute before pulling out a chocolate bar.

“Eat,” Remus said, even opening the wrapper for you. He broke off a piece, swatting Sirius's wandering hand when he tried to take a piece for himself. You sat up on the bed, unaware of the markings on your skin. You chewed the gooey chocolate, resting against the bed frame with a satisfied hum.

“Did you bring me food?” You asked, a smile on your face as you realized all the plates. The boys nodded, bringing the plates over for you all to feast upon.

“What’s so funny?” You asked when Sirius started to laugh, James also chuckling. You irked slightly, touching over your face to try and see if there were crumbs. This made the boys laugh harder, making you feel embarrassed as you choke out a “what? Is there something on my face?”

You notice the little doodle Peter left you, realizing what had happened. You pushed Sirius's head, making him bump into James. You laughed at the scene, both boys rubbing their forehead with a pouty face.

“Does it come off?” You asked Remus, a sigh on your lips as you ran off towards the bathroom.

“Nope,” he called out, a small smile on his face. You looked in the mirror, seeing the obvious doodles drawn by your boys. You knew exactly who the culprit was for the big letters written on your forehead.

“Sirius! What the hell is this?” You called, stomping back to the bed where they all sat. Sirius raises his hands, pointing to James and Peter. “It’s not just me! They did it as well!”

“You bitch,” James gasped, a hand on his heart as he held a dramatic glint in his eyes. Peter dropped his head, muttering his apologies. All the boys start to bicker at Sirius, calling him a tattletale. You smile and lean back against the bed, bringing a biscuit to your mouth as you watch the quarrel unfold, this was definitely the entertainment you needed on this shitty day.

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quicksilverownsmysoul · 3 years

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Sparks pt.1

Quicksilver is my current obsession and I’ve been missing his content especially x-men content so I decided to create this fic! Hey y’all this is gonna be my first fic on this account so excited to share it with y’all Be sure to like, follow and comment to let me know what you think! (Full disclosure it’s been a while since I’ve watched the X-Men movies so some facts may be off. I am gonna try and rewatch them soon)

Word Count: 1214

Peter noticed that there were more people than usual gathered outside the school when he arrived. He had just come back from his house, going home for the weekend to restock on his supplies of various hostess snacks. There was a gym bag slung over his shoulder filled with them and a new walkman which just happened to end up in his bag when he was speeding through a convenience store. Totally not stealing.

There seemed to be an event of some kind going on, he cocked his head to the side and took another bite of his twinkie, his fifth one in the last hour. There also seemed to be a lot of noise and faint music coming from the house. Maybe Charles finally decided to loosen up and let him have the summer party he’d been bugging him about for the last couple months. He took one last bit of this Twinkie before readjusting his goggles and zooming up the path that led to the school. Time slowed as he picked up speed, the bees that buzzed past seemed to move in slow motion, he smirked and sped up even more.

He came to a stop a few meters away from the entrance of the school. Even as he stopped the world around him remained frozen, everyone stuck in their current positions, as he was free to roam. Peter looked around and saw a banner hanging from the archway of the school. It read, New Students Welcome. The writing was clearly Jubilee's and it was covered in glitter, as he passed underneath it some of it rained down on him. It was colored blue and yellow, horrible color choices in his opinion. So it was orientation day then, not his summer bash of the century, bummer. That didn't mean he couldn't have some fun messing with the newbies. Charles was sitting outside the school, hand extended greeting a new student. Peter ran up to the student and messed up his perfectly combed hair and flicked his finger against his chest every so slightly. He then proceeded to terrorize the rest of the newcomers, tying their shoelaces together or swapping their suitcases with one another. He even messed with some of the school's current students, stealing Scott’s sunglasses, moving Jean away from Scott and posing her and some new kid so it looked like they were making out. Placing a spider in Jubilee’s hair. He stood back and admired his handwork, planning on zooming away to his dorm before getting caught. But then he saw Kurt out of the corner of his eye. Of course this wouldn't be complete without messing with his favorite blue buddy. As he ran up to Kurt he noticed that he was talking to someone with a smile frozen on his features. That was rare, Peter slug his arm around Kurt and followed his eyes to see who was making him smile in that way. It was a girl with (y/h/l) (y/h/c) hair, she was wearing a Queen band shirt tucked into a pair of blue jean shorts. Her hair was blowing around her face, which was lit up in a brilliant smile, eyes squeezed shut as she laughed at something that Kurt had just said.

Peter felt himself smile as he looked at you, maybe with you here this place wouldn't be as unbearable. A tinge of annoyance wiggled his way into his heart at the fact that you were laughing with Kurt instead of with him. He continued to stare at you until he realized the whole reason he had come over to you guys to begin with. He took out a sharpie he had pocketed from the convenience store, he popped the cap off with his teeth and twirled it for a moment before deciding what to do with it. He decided to doodle a mustache on Kurt’s upper lip. He then turned to you, marker still in hand. He looked at you for a moment more before deciding that he wasn't going to mess with you, at least for now. That was until he saw the yellow scrunchie on your wrist. Surely you wouldn’t notice if it went missing, and if you did he’d have a reason to talk to you. He slipped it off your arm holding your hand in his, taking a silent note of how well it fit in his own. He took the scrunchie and stuffed it into his pocket along with the Sharpie. He then made a move to dash away thinking about how he could dash back and make a grand entrance. One that would hopefully impress you. But fate had other plans as he moved to run. He tripped over Kurt’s tail and landed flat on his face. Time caught up with him and everything seemed to happen all at once. The new kid fell back on his butt, Jubilee screamed for someone to get the spider off her, Jean pushed away the kid that she had been set up with and Scott gritted his teeth in an annoyance. A loud collective shouting of Peter rang out.

Kurt poofed away in surprise and you let a little laugh out at his expense. Peter was sprawled out on the floor, hair a mess. He was cursing under his breath about Kurt and his stupid tail and how he was gonna chop it off one of these days. He made a move to try and get up before you noticed him but Kurt reappeared on top of Peter. Peter let out a groan in protest of the unwelcomed weight. Kurt’s voice joined the chorus of cursing Peter’s name. You looked at Kurt with an eyebrow raised and let out an airy laugh “Peter? Who’s Peter?”

An annoyed look rested on Kurt’s face as he pointed down to the silver speedster still laying at your feet. You looked down to see Peter lying on the ground frozen as you locked eyes with him. He felt his face turn red and cleared his throat letting out a choked “Hi.” An octave too high. He then got up a record speed, knocking Kurt off him, pushing past the crowd and disappearing inside the school. He clutched his gym bag to his chest trying to calm himself down as he ripped into a Twinkie. His heart was beating incredibly fast and he could feel his face getting warmer by the second. He couldn't believe that he had made such a fool out of himself in front of you. He peered around the corner and saw you helping up Kurt with a smile on your face. Great, he had helped you guys get closer.

You helped Kurt back to his feet as you picked up the snack cakes that had fallen out of Pete’s gym bag during his getaway. “Peter seems-”

Kurt cut you off, ‘Annoying.”

You let out a little snort. I was gonna say “interesting.”

“If you say so.” Kurt changed the subject and offered to carry in your bags. Your reluctantly gave him one and you both made your way into the school. Peter watched you two as you came in and promised that the next time you meant he wouldn’t make a fool out of himself.

I hope y’all enjoyed the first part! If it does well I’ll be updating it next Wednesday! In the meantime send me fic or headcannon requests to my inbox and I’ll reply as soon as I can!

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 3 years

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Ruathym, part Three

Rating: NSFW Length: 2272 Pairing: Male Drider x GN Reader

The finale for the romance for @kim-monsterlings!

xxx

Much to your surprise, Ruathym gives you space. There are fewer summons and the spies make themselves ever scarcer, until you could swear there were long stretches of time in which you were truly alone. Even more surprising, you found yourself becoming restless and ill-tempered in these moments, losing your patience with even Tinki. (Of course, you make it up to the little, well-meaning creature; spiders, you learn, are surprisingly good at puppy-dog eyes.)

“You’ve been snapping at the staff left and right,” Ruathym says with no small amount of amusement some days later, braiding your hair down your scalp. It’s gotten longer, you realise, and you contemplate cutting it before your captor speaks. “Have I displeased you in some way?”

Yes, you wish to say, but you’re sure that the King has done nothing wrong. Not truly. “No,” you say instead, though it sounds unconvincing to your own ears.

“Hm,” hums Ruathym, tugging gently at your hair in admonishment. “With the way you’ve been acting, one might get the impression that you dislike being far from my side.” You twitch and he laughs, triumphant. “Is that it, my little bug? Have you come to crave the pull of my silk?”

“I wish you wouldn’t mock me,” you grouse, sighing heavily. “It reminds me why I prefer my own company.”

Ruathym chuckles, fingertips skating along the skin of your back before he picks you up and cradles you against him in his four arms. “I thought humans needed time to mourn their losses,” he says, searching your face with something sharper in his eyes than his usual derision. “I’m no reader of minds, my sweet. You must tell me if you have want of me.”

You scoff. You can’t help it. When has being vulnerable ever served you well? You almost bite his fingers when he turns your face to look into your eyes, sighing once again in your defeat. “And if I do?” you challenge, lifting your proud chin. “What of it?”

“Then you shall become my consort,” says Ruathym, with a simple frankness that flabbergasts you.

“Your—what?” you gasp, distantly aware that your lips are flapping like a fish on the docks.

“Do try not to make me repeat myself,” Ruathym replies in exasperation, pinching your chin. “My consort. My lover. Whatever you humans call those of our stations in courtship.”

“But I’m human!” you splutter, struggling to sit up straighter in his arms.

“I’m aware,” drawls Ruathym, helping you get your bearings—at least physically. “Did you think I was sleeping with you because you disgusted me?”

“I…” You don’t have the words. You don’t know what you thought, but it definitely wasn’t this. “You think I’m attractive?”

“What did I just say about making me repeat myself?”

You huff, scowling up into his handsome, angular face. “You wouldn’t be. I want answers, not riddles.”

Ruathym snorts indelicately, one of his few habits that doesn’t come with some modicum of damnable grace. “Yes, I find you attractive. No one else has the audacity to speak to me the way that you do. I find it thrilling.”

“You mean you like it when I’m cruel.” You frown. “That’s not what I’m after. I don’t want to be cruel to my lover. If you want to court me, you do it right.”

Ruathym carefully sets you down on the bed, curling his legs up under himself and draping his humanoid torso across plump, velvety pillows. “Teach me what humans do ‘right’, then,” he commands, gesturing for you to speak.

You flounder for a moment; this was not how you expected your evening to go. “We… We court,” you say dumbly, gesticulating helplessly. “We exchange gifts of trinkets and flowers, we write one another letters, we—well, usually there’s pining involved, I suppose.”

“How dull,” sighs the King, watching you beneath his thick, silvery lashes. “Driders kill for their lovers.”

The weight of his words isn’t lost on you. You think of your brother and his knights—of the entirety of the kingdom laid to waste at your feet. You feel lightheaded, blood creeping up your neck and up into your face. You have to resist the urge to hide from the slow, smug smirk of satisfaction that melts onto the Drider King’s face. Damn the man. Had he been courting you in his own way this entire time? Damn him!

“What about the Queen?” you ask, hedging around the obvious revelation and latching onto one of your more prominent doubts.

Ruathym blinks hard, clearly startled. “What about her?”

“You’re married,” you say, “and she hates me. Won’t she want me dead once she realises her lover’s attention has strayed?”

The King laughs, hard and loud, throwing his head back with his mirth and revealing his fangs. “She’s never loved me a day in her life,” he manages to gurgle after several seconds of laughter, “and the feeling is mutual. We married for politics and to spawn strong children. That’s all. If she so much as schemes to harm a hair on your head, I will kill her or die trying.”

“Ruathym!”

“What? Does it shock you? I protect what is mine, little bug, and you are what I wish to possess in your entirety.”

You bristle at this, though you curse your stupid heart for fluttering in your chest like a tizzied moth. “I’m not a thing, Ruathym. You can’t possess me. Either you love me, or our arrangement remains the same.”

Ruathym shrugs an elegant shoulder, expression shifting into something bordering on thoughtful. “What is love to a human may not be love to a drider, little one. I want you, more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life. Is that not love? I would kill you before I allowed you to court another. Is that not love? I would lay down my life to protect you. Is that not love, this powerful, ugly thing?”

You don’t know what to say to this. You want to object, but your heart is pounding too loudly, your thoughts are too muddled. Never has someone felt so strongly about you, and while your feelings are conflicted, you can’t deny that there’s something intoxicating about the King and his firm command of you in and out of the bedchambers.

Courtship with Ruathym is… interesting. He sends you poisonous flowers at first for their beauty, unaware that their very touch could kill you. When you correct him, he expresses his disdain for human frailty, but then he sends for roses and takes the care to have their thorns removed so as to avoid any chance of injury. It’s excessive and obnoxious, but it’s endearing in its own way, even if you’ve never been particularly fond of roses. Still, each bouquet is a different colour paired with different complimentary flowers, and you begin to look forward to your weekly deliveries with something like anticipation.

Then there are the letters.

As expected, Ruathym’s lettering is swooping and elegant, more reminiscent of ornamental calligraphy than what one would use for writing to a lover. Still, each letter holds within it a terribly sweet awkwardness that lets you know that he’s never written a letter out of love in the whole of his life. He’s strangely formal at first, addressing you by all of your names in the greetings of his first few letters, but it isn’t long before he’s dropping them all in favour of addressing you as he does in person. It makes your heart flutter oddly in your chest to see ‘little bug’ written in such beautiful, glittering script, shimmering silver on charcoal grey parchment.

Soon, they become less letters and more little notes delivered on scraps here and there. Tiny doodles of advisors dying terrible deaths done in the throes of boredom, or tidbits of trivia from the kingdom at large. Did you know we had 5,363 cattle in the region of the L’Surba Caverns? Neither did I know nor care, one says, and you snort into your tea at the thought of the King sitting proudly while some poor sod with an abacus counted out their livestock from the sum of several reports. While you missed the weight of your crown, you did not exactly miss all of the bureaucracy attached to it.

He takes you on little outings, here and there. At first it’s a simple stroll through the gardens, sharing meals and speaking about your days. Then, as you both grow bolder, outings to meet—or, in his case, intimidate—the people. Finally, with glamours and enchantments, you take to the countryside for days at a time, disguised as a couple or adventurers on a quest. It’s during these outings that you get to know him best, away from the bustle of the castle, where his impetuous charm and rakish smiles lure you to him like a moth to flame, and you crash and burn in his heated embrace.

One evening many months later, you are summoned to a part of the palace that you rarely frequent, for it is usually crawling with servants and vassals of every kind. Now, however, the halls are quiet and still, and the servant who leads you to the chamber where Ruathym awaits disappears like a whisper in the dark. There, in the centre of the room, is a set of robes unlike any you’ve ever seen, woven in shimmering silk dyed the colour of rubies. You approach as if in a dream, running your fingers along embroidery in the shape of tiny silver spiderlings along the shoulders and hems—you nearly jump out of your skin when the King drapes himself across your back.

“What is this?” you whisper, looking over your shoulder at his soft, searching face.

“Your wedding attire,” he says, and he seems unperturbed when you draw away, stunned.

“My what? Your wife!”

“Is dead,” Ruathym simply replies, shaking his head at your unasked question. “We had a clutch of eggs. She went the natural way. The children feed on her yet.”

You grimace at this, though you can’t deny the relief you feel at her passing. “You’re a father now?”

“I am. You will also be their parent, when we wed.”

“‘When’? You’re assuming I’ll accept!”

“Would you deny me?” he asks sharply, eyes narrowing into gleaming slits.

Your stomach flips. “Well,” you say, flustered and at a loss. “This is all so sudden, Ruathym!”

“Is it really?” he asks, reeling you in against him again. “We’ve posed as newlyweds before. Why is it so different now?”

“Because it’s real now! We wouldn’t be pretending!”

“Who says that I was pretending before?” he demands, trapping you between his body and the robe on the mannequin. “It was practise.”

You feel your face burning, and you’re sure you might blend into the robe at your back if given just a little more provocation. “You despicable little—“

“Yes, yes, call me names,” he says, waving away your insults. “Later. Give me your answer now.”

“You know my answer,” you grumble, pushing ineffectively at his chest.

“I know it,” he confirms, smugness in every syllable. “I wish to hear it.”

You kiss him instead, drawing him into a passionate embrace and climbing up into his arms when he lifts you off your feet. You hadn’t seen the bed in the corner of the room, but that’s where he takes you a moment later, tossing your “irritating human clothing” over the edge of it and onto the floor. You expect him to bend you over the pillows. You expect him to claw at your skin, to bite at your shoulders, to whisper filth into your ears.

He kisses you instead.

He kisses you like neither of you have ever borne a crown—as if he could find the answers in the hazing of your eyes when he steals your breath with his tongue, hands in your hair and burning along your spine. He teases you open with his fingers until you’re reduced to begging for release, and then he presses into you with soft, shuddering breaths spilling from his lips, eyes on your face as you toss your head back into the sheets and writhe.

He sighs your name like a psalm when you come around him, and then he pushes into you again and again, his cool fingers threading between yours and holding you firmly against the bed as you shake apart beneath him. You feel something in your chest unbreak when he bites you without fang, staying present for every moment that his lips brush against yours and your name falls into the pool of heat between you.

This time, when he comes, he shatters like a shower of glass and sparks, cresting against you like a wave and pushing you over the edge all over again, throat trapped desperately—willingly—between his teeth. When your eyes focus again, you find him looking down at you with a tenderness you’d never thought him capable of, and it makes you want to hide. “What?” you whisper up at him, trying and failing to tug a bit of the sheets over your body.

“I love you, little bug,” Ruathym whispers back, tracing your lips with his thumb. “I have done and will do so until this heart in my chest stops beating.”

“That’s so dark,” you say, “for a declaration of love.”

“It is my declaration, and I am not a man of light. Would you deny me?”

“No,” you breathe, shyly reaching up to touch his face. “I love you, too.”

Ruathym smiles, and despite his words, it lights up the room. “I know.”

You snort. “Bastard.”

“I know that, too.”

#exophilia #exophilia fic #monster romance #monster lemon #monster boyfriend #drider boyfriend #drider #monster x reader #gn reader #Ruathym #POSTED THIS TO THE WRONG BLOG AT FIRST LMAOOOO #My work

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