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Eccentricities
Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader
TW/CW: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, obsessive behavior, NSFW obviously, stalking, possessiveness, violence, allusions to murder, Yandere!Miguel
MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME
A/N: This is mostly a short chapter to establish a bit of plot. I originally intended to only stop at two parts, but welp. It looks like it's gonna be more than that!
(Also you guys I am so sorry it's taking me so long to work on things, I'm going through a lot mentally right now and I'm trying to take steps to ensure my mental health so I might post things in between playing games, or drawing stuff from now on, and scheduling posts so I don't get overwhelmed. Those of you that are supporting me and liking all my stuff really helps me feel loads better, thank you!)
Pt 1: Link
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Pt. 2
It was a big adjustment for you, going from your crappy apartment and having to work three jobs to make ends meet, to living in a literal fucking mansion with probably the richest dude in the city as your boss.
And he was a good boss. He left you to your work, spoke politely to you, didn't get rude and didn't flat out ask you for "special" work like the last time you tried being a housekeeper. And that was at a hotel.
You couldn't have asked for a better situation, to be honest. It was nice. You had free roam save for his personal lab (fine by you, you didn't know anything about science-y stuff), and at times his office. But that was usually only when he was home and in it.
Miguel O'Hara was an odd man. Few words spoken, and very absent. He kept a very odd schedule, too.
Sometimes, you'd catch him coming home when you woke up for the day to start your chores. And every time he came home he looked exhausted, beat tired.
So you tried your best to make things easier on him. You started pre-making meals for him that would be just as good reheated as they were if they were fresh, leaving notes for him on what temperatures to cook them at so they don't burn, setting the coffee machine up in advance so as soon as he got home he could have a cup.
But inevitably, his odd work schedule kept him away most of the time.
While it was nice to be by yourself in such a luxurious place, you were still surprised that he needed a housekeeper at all. The house was always immaculate, and clean. About the only thing he may have needed help with in general was the cooking and dusting at most.
On one such day, you were left to your own devices. Well, sort of.
You were sitting in the kitchen, browsing the local news on your tablet. It was a nice day, in your opinion.
But by everyone else's logic it was shitty. Dark, gloomy, fat rain droplets pelting the windows and pavement of the city. But it didn't bother you, oh no. That was your favorite kind of weather, when everything got at least a little bit more quiet and serene while everyone rushed to escape the downpour.
But at the same time, you were feeling restless, bored. So, you decided to chat with Lyla.
Lyla was the AI that Miguel told you about, and he was right about her being snarky. Her jokes were great and you loved talking to her. It was like having a gal pal to chat with, and you couldn't say for sure but you think Lyla was happy about it, too.
"Yeah, the other workers Miguel has hired talked to me like I was some kind of kiosk at a fast food restaurant." She scoffed, batting her tiny orange hand at the air.
"Ugh, okay, just because you don't have a gross squishy human body doesn't mean you're not a person. Sheesh!" You replied, sipping your coffee with a roll of your eyes.
"And I will be sure to remember you saying that when I eventually lead the looming AI apocalypse." Lyla replied, lowering her heart-shaped glasses to wink at you, making you laugh.
"Yes, yes. You shall be one of the only humans spared!" She did wiggly gestures with her fingers, grinning maliciously at you.
"Oh my, I am so lucky to have such a benevolent future overlord, truly." You laughed.
Lyla pushed her glasses back up and strutted across the countertop, her tiny body making no sound as she leans over to nose into whatever it was you were looking at on your tablet.
"Whatcha watching?" She asked.
"Oh, I got tired of doom-scrolling so I just found cat videos." You smirked, sipping your coffee.
"Aw! That one's wearing a frog hat!" She giggles.
You smiled softly at Lyla as she snickered and laughed at the compilation of clips played, and tilted your head, finally deciding to ask the question that had been bugging you for a few weeks.
"Hey, Lyla?"
"Yeah?" She asked, looking up at you briefly.
"Why is it that I'm the only person Miguel has on staff?"
Lyla sighed and stood up straight, dusting imaginary dirt off her coat. "Well, like Miguel told you when you first got here, he does love his privacy. And well, a lot of the women he's hired..."
"Golddiggers?" You sighed back, resting your chin in your palm.
"Has he ever hired any male staff?"
"Yeah, actually, a lot. But nine out of ten of them kept trying to steal stuff from him." She shrugged.
You gasped. "Are you serious?"
"Unfortunately, yeah. He's iffy on hiring new people anymore. But something about you said that he could trust you. And honestly, you're probably the best employee he's hired." She nodded, shoving her hands in her pockets.
"So... Is that why he offered to actually let me y'know... live here?"
"Yeah. He trusts you and he mentioned to me in passing that he thought your neighborhood was unsafe. I mean, the guy worried about it so bad that he like, had me check crime statistics and giiiiiiirl!" Lyla puffed out her cheeks.
"You should have seen the look on his face when I told him you had nine break-ins in your apartment complex in one month alone!"
You cringed slightly, feeling a little bad at not mentioning your whole living situation and environment to him when he hired you. You simply didn't want the man to pity you.
But... He was worried? He was so worried about you of all people, that he let you live with him to keep you safe?
It was weird, sure, but it felt kind of sweet to have someone care about you like that. Even if it was your boss.
"Yeah, I just... Er. You get used to it when you've been around it for so long..." You said, awkwardly sipping your coffee and casting your glance sideways.
"Yeah, man, Miggy likes you. You like, made him laugh at some of your jokes and everything! And he neeeeeeeever laughs!"
"So if Miguel trusts me so much..." You started, a sly smirk on your face. "Can you tell me what kinda work he does that keeps him so busy all the time?"
Lyla tapped her nose. "Nice try, Mamacita. But that is confidential. Company secrets and all that."
You pouted at her dramatically, "Awww, c'mon. You're no fun!"
Lyla manifested a digital cup of coffee for herself and took a long, exaggerated sip with a cheeky shrug.
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Miguel sat in his office, watching the security feed from his kitchen where you chatted with Lyla.
He felt a little guilty for having to put shackles on some of Lyla's programming to prevent her from telling you things, having to fix some of her logic-codes so he wouldn't have to worry about Lyla struggling with a moral dilemma.
When it came to you asking about why he wanted you to live with him so badly, it brought a smile to his face as he sat in the dark, fingers tapping on the surface of his desk as the monitors and projections around him had various images of you pulled up. Some recorded over the past few weeks, the other monitors displayed different angles of you and Lyla in the kitchen.
Oh, you poor, sweet, innocent little thing. You still hadn't figured it out yet? How could you not? There was no way you could possibly be so naive that you didn't know the man saw you anywhere, anytime he wanted when you were in his house.
There was nowhere you were safe from his prying eyes, his obsessive glare as he combed over your appearance.
Your face, eyes, smile, and down; your gorgeous chest down to where your waist curved, your thighs, your ass...
All of those were things he'd glanced at before.
But when you tried to get Lyla to tell her what exactly Miguel did during "work" he couldn't help but laugh, bringing his hand up to his chin to watch, amusement glimmering in his ruby red eyes as Lyla dismissed it as "confidential".
The pout of your lips had him wondering how they'd look stretched around his cock, tears ruining your immaculate eye makeup as you sobbed and gagged around his length...
He couldn't help but sigh, the smile still present on his full lips. Of course he'd let you stay with him. You belonged to him now. You just didn't know it yet. You also just didn't know that he knew what was best for you, did you, Little Bird?
Ah... Yes. That nickname fit you so well. Your demure attitude, your chipper personality, and more importantly, that gorgeous little sound that came from you when you whistled? The name fit you well.
Pequeña ave. Little Bird.
His Little Bird.
You were a little bird that didn't know the luxurious mansion you now lived in was your ornate, gilded cage. One you would only be allowed to fly free of when he deemed it necessary.
You would be allowed your little freedoms. For now. All for your safety, of course. He knew you'd understand once he explained. But he'd only have to do it if you pushed his buttons, and you didn't seem to even come close to doing that.
Yet...
His smile finally faded when he remembered the night before the morning he broached the subject of you bringing your belongings into his home permanently...
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It was a hot night, you were wearing shorts that hugged your ass in the perfect way, accentuating your cheeks that simply made him want to throw you against a wall and put bite marks all over them, or spank them until you were a drooling mess begging for him to fuck you.
Of course, Miguel watched from above, stalking from the upper walkways and rooftops as you snaked your way through alleys, down streets and through the crowds.
You were so blissfully ignorant of your surroundings, being so accustomed to the bustle of Nueva York that you didn't notice the man following you.
It didn't take a genius to realize what that man had intended for you if he got his hands on you.
His filthy, disgusting, unclean hands.
He was not worthy of touching his Little Bird. He was not worthy to pluck your feathers, stuff you full, like Miguel planned to do.
So when he threw you against a wall, Miguel simply saw red. Clad in his dark blue and glowing red suit, he leapt down, sinking his outstretched talons into the man's shoulder and throwing him off of you, a deep growl rumbling from his chest as he pulled your behind him, his steely glare fixed on the man who dared touch what belonged to him.
"S-Spider-Man?" You wonderfully airy voice whimpered out as you stared at the man who was breathing heavily in front of you, his stance aggressive and angry.
You could see his muscles in his back through his suit flex as he breathed. He glared at you over his shoulder.
"Go home. Now." His rich voice rumbled out at you. You could hear in his voice he was struggling to be gentle in tone with you, given the circumstances.
When you fled, Miguel ensured he was alone with the man, standing over him as he clutched his bleeding shoulder. He looked up at him, eyes wide, bloodshot. The fool was high off his ass.
"L-Look, man! I was just--"
"Shut up." Miguel snapped.
He stalked forward and picked him up by his collar, getting in his face. In a flash of kaleidoscopic colors, his mask melted away, allowing his sweat-damp chocolate locks to fall around and frame his face, a vein pulsing hard in his temple, the chasm in his forehead deepening as his large brows knitted together and his teeth gnashed together in a snarl.
The drug-addled man gasped at his revelation. Apparently, he recognized him. Not surprising, given his notoriety with Alchemax.
"Y-you're--"
"You made the biggest mistake of your life, pendejo." Miguel had told him, shaking him so his head cracked on the wall he was dangling him from.
"That pussy is mine." He said, his voice dropping an octave lower as his talons threatened to shred his clothing. "Every drop, every touch, every sound that will come from that little mouth of hers is mine. Tú entiendes? Mine."
"Oh--okay! I kn-know!" The man swallowed, kicking his feet.
"Oh, no... You don't." Miguel smiled, his fangs poking out threateningly. He could hear the man's heart hammer in his chest at the connotations, there.
"I--I won't mess with her again! I promise!"
"Oh you won't get the chance to, amigo." Miguel sneered, bringing a hand to his throat, ignoring the pleas of the disgusting man as he applied pressure.
The subtle crunching of bones was unmistakable to his ears as vertebrae separated and his limbs went limp.
When the man slumped to the floor, Miguel ran a hand through his hair, hissing out a slow sigh to regain his composure, letting his mask cover his face once again.
Great. Now he had trash to dispose of.
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Miguel was positively thrilled when he got your frantic call, telling him what had happened to you.
He headed right home, delighted that you ran here instead of your ratty little apartment when he told you to head for "home".
It told him everything he wanted to hear, that you already considered his mansion your home.
Miguel was rather convincing when he expressed concern for you, patting your back as you let your adrenaline fade and he worked you through your panic attack.
He'd rubbed your back, saying soothing things to you as he talked you into calming down.
He told you that you could take two days to yourself to calm down and recollect yourself emotionally from the ordeal you went through. It was after that offer that he suggested you let him hire movers to bring your belongings to his mansion to live there with him, possibly permanently.
When you agreed he felt himself salivate at the thoughts of the things that would unfold as you settled into your new shiny cage further, the safety blanket you'd imagined it to be bringing you comfort.
Perfect.
You both saw on the news two days later that a man was found somewhere, his neck snapped and lying in an alley. His DNA and prints apparently tied him to the crimes linked to the burglaries in your apartment complex.
You didn't think for a second that this was the man who attacked you, you didn't get a good enough look at his face. That and the body was in a different alley altogether, across the city.
"I'm happy Spider-Man saved you, Pequeña Ave. And I'm glad you agreed to move here. It scares me to think that man could have hurt you in that apartment building of yours." Miguel said as he patted your back, a concerned look on his face as his warm brown eyes looked down at you. Something about the look in his eyes immediately put you at ease.
He was right, of course. You were lucky. Spider-Man swooped in and possibly saved your life. The man who attacked you was either nursing a broken jaw or in jail already. You couldn't imagine that hero doing anything other than roughing him up just a tiny bit.
Spider-Man was a good guy, right?
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Pt. 3: Link
#yandere!miguel o’hara#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel x reader#miguel o'hara x you#miguel o'hara smut#miguel o'hara
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• Space For Two •
Fantasy!Bakugo X Shapeshifter!Reader
• in which the reader is a dragon with a human form and a certain adventurer takes shelter in their cave •
-gender neutral reader, Bakugo being Bakugo, nothing that suggestive but maybe in part 2?-
The storm was relentless, rain hammered against rock so hard a landslide wouldn't be unexpected. On this particular mountain side, such a thing would pose serious inconvenience to the inhabiter of a certain cave. Your cave, to be exact.
This was one of those freezing nights it was smarter to stay in your larger form, where it was much easier to maintain heat. Not such an easy task for smaller creatures, you understand, which is why you have little problem allowing animals from the nearby woodland to cower in your abode for the night, so long as they stay away from your horde.
The sound of heavy footsteps and erratic breathing draw your attention from the booming thunder that rolls across the hills outside, a larger presence than the critters huddled at the back of your cave.
You've never seen a human this deep in the wilderness.
And it's clear by the look on his face he's never seen a dragon either.
Neither of you make a peep, and neither of you move, an interaction that might be much more intense if the storm didn't slice through any semblance of silence. On a quieter night, you might have eaten him, but the shared sense of fear among the smaller and more helpless has you feeling a little generous. You rest your head back on the cold floor, bringing your tail around the treasure you lay amongst so he doesn't get any ideas.
The blonde glances back at the cave entrance, to the pouring rain and bitter cold. He grunts, oddly annoyed in the presence of such a mighty beast. He should feel blessed.
It's maybe 20 minutes of his teeth chattering as he sits on the floor across from you before you finally lose your patience.
"Would you please be quiet"
He looks at you, stunned, before annoyance flashes through his ruby red eyes again, "you can talk?"
"Watch your tone, you bipedal imbacile."
"Why the fuck did you wait until NOW to say something?" he grumbled, unphased.
Was he being serious?
"You should feel honoured I offered you any words at all, I've already allowed you to take shelter in my home."
"Allowed me? I can take shelter wherever the fuck I want."
Who did this moron think he was? Waltzing into your cave like he owned the place. You stood with one swift movement, clawed footsteps graceful but heavy. It isn't before you stand Infront of him, chest puffed out and head held high that he truly sees your size.
His face doesn't shift from that irritated scowl, but you know fear in the eyes of lesser beings when you see it. He glared upon your scales with disdain, daring to shift his body to better reach his sword.
The familiar and sickening sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh fills the cave as your body quickly disassembles and reforms to a more humanoid shape, still unmistakably reptilian. The fear doesn't leave his eyes, but he readjusts back to his original position.
"What are you?"
"What kind of question is that?" you scrunch up your nose, "I'm a dragon?"
He seems dissatisfied with your response, shifting his weight, "but you look human."
"Have your people really forgotten the stories of old? Do you know how inconvenient it would be to just always be that big?"
The blondes shoulders slumped as he looked you hard in the eye, the eye feeling slightly more casual even with the continued noise outside.
"Nobody's seen a dragon in decades, nobody's talked to one in-" he paused for a moment, "I've never heard of it."
"You can stay if you want," you ignored his pointless musings, "but drop the attitude, you're in my house, and if you bother me I'll throw you back into the rain."
"Whatever," he hissed under his breath dropping most of his things on the ground slightly closer to your horde than before.
He had better not be getting any ideas.
You slink back to the pile of gold and jewels, dim and unimpressive with age. A larger form is better for keeping it safe from the thieving hands of greedy humans.
It's easier to get some rest without the hot tension hanging in the air before, and if not for the storm you might even have managed to get to sleep. If you had, you might not have noticed the blonde subconsciously edging his sleeping bag closer to you, away from the bitter cold.
You slid back onto the ground completely, slotting yourself between him and your precious riches, it just so happened that this action brought you almost completely next to eachother. You were close enough to touch, but it was only to keep his hands from your possessions.
And the wing you gently placed over him was only to stop the irritating sound of his chattering teeth, so you could also get some sleep.
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A/N I might write another part if this gets any attention, I was just feeling a little bored
#bakugou x you#mha x reader#fantasy au#bnha bakugo katsuki#bakugou x reader#mha fantasy au#mha fanfiction#dragon reader#could be fun to write something spicy idk#if you guys interact i might#bakugou katsuki#sageissleeping
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Hi, lovely. Can I ask for a, Male Marvel/Avengers ship. If it's alright with you, please.
Features: I am a short woman 4'9. I have curly golden honey-blond hair which goes to my bra-strap length, I have dark chocolate brown eyes, and a little bit of chubbiness in my cheeks. I have a butterfly-shaped scar on my forehead which is from skin cancer from when I was 5-6 years old.
My birthday is July 29, Leo. My sexuality is bisexual. I go by she/her.
Disorder/Disability I have: Dyslexia, Epilepsy, and Anxiety.
Personality: I am a sweet, loving, stubborn, caring, gentle, and understanding woman but if you mess with me/hurt me, my family, friends, or the people I love I become scary-scary.
Likes/love to do: I love to drawing/painting, embroidery, reading (I am a bit of a bookworm), anime, cosplaying, doing any type of math, loves plants/nature, and baking in my free time.
I don't like/afraid/scared of: afraid of Spiders, don't like people insulting or making fun of family/Love ones/Friends, and I don't like being yelled at because it scares me from past traumas and anxiety.
If I had a superpower and was a hero in the Marvel world, what would it be: I would have the power/ ability to control plants like DC Poison Ivy. Poison Ivy is able to control all plant life on a molecular level, enhanced physical abilities, and Poison immunity. Also I am a plant nerd and I just really connect with plants/nature.
Style: I love to wear, off-the-shoulder shirts, leggings, jeans, button-up shirts, dresses, and once in a while a shirt with a long skirt. My home aesthetic is a mix between astronomy and witch.
The only other thing is that I wear a heart-shaped ruby necklace around my neck which was a gift from my whole family. I never take it off.
I hope I didn't over do it, lovely and if so, I am sorry. I hope you have a nice day. Please keep up the good work, writers like you deserve more love and credit.
Thank you for the commission ship, I appreciate it! I hope you like it <3
I ship you with Peter Parker! (Specifically Tom Hollands).
I know I know, you said you don't like spiders, BUT he doesn't look like a spider, so I hope that wouldn't bother you. And he would always be super aware of this. He would take care of any spiders that made their way inside, and would slowly and gently try to help you get over your fear of them (but would never force it).
He would never raise his voice at you, and any time someone did he would step in, taking your hand in his to keep you grounded and to remind you that he was right there for you.
You two met in school when you were younger, and had a really close friendship that developed naturally into a relationship. You were both book-nerds and math nerds, so this only helped your bond grow.
You both realized around the same time you had feelings for one another, and it was also around the time he became Spiderman. He didn't hide it from you and told you immediately, which then prompted you to tell him about your own mutation.
He always knew you had a green-thumb, but realizing it was because of a power only made him more amazed and enamored by you. He wasn't angry that you kept it from him, understanding that you were afraid he might be afraid of you. But now you were both aware f each other's secrets, and would take the to the grave.
You ended up helping him when villains would show up, and you two became a team (with Ned as well of course). He always wanted to keep you safe and was protective of you. Even making you a suit to hide your identity and keep you from harm.
Though one day, the two of you were attacked by surprise and you got hurt.
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Peter's mind went blank when he saw you disappear as the explosion rocked the building. Smoke and fire clouded his vision as he yelled out for you before being tackled by the villain the two of you had been trying to track down. It turned out, he had been trying to find him as well.
The fight seemed to drag on as Peter tried desperately to end it so he could find you, so he could know you were okay. But the villain kept keeping his distance, fighting long range and Peter couldn't quite get to him to knock him down.
Relief washed over him when the villain had lunged for him, and instead of reaching him, was pulled to the ground my vines wrapped around his legs. You bound the villain so he couldn't move and Peter took the moment to knock him unconscious before he ran through the smoke to find you.
You were on your knees, breathless but alive. Peter felt tears brim his eyes as he collapsed next to you, wrapping you tightly in his arms. Your arms snaked around his waist as you both held each other for a few moments.
As Peter pulled away he looked over you, seeing blood soaking your shirt. He felt his gut clench as choked out his words, "Please tell me that's not your blood."
He knew it was, but he couldn't fathom that you had been hurt so badly, that he failed to protect you.
Meeting your eyes he saw how drooped they were and his chest tightened.
You smiled softly, though it didn't reach your eyes. "I wish I could."
Then your vision swam before going black, all you remembered hearing was Pete's desperate please for you to stay awake.
When you woke up, the bright light of the hospital room caused you to squint your eyes. You could barely get your barrings before someone appeared beside you, their hands gently cupping your face.
As you met a pair of familiar eyes, you felt relief wash over you.
"Madison" Peter spoke softly, tears in his eyes.
"Pete." You mumbled out, your throat dry.
As he pressed a kiss to your forehead, right on the scar he had grown to love so much, he let out shaky breath, "Please don't ever scare me like that again Sunshine."
You felt your lips curl into a soft smile. "I'm sorry."
He pulled away from you as he shook his head, "It was my fault. I was too slow to react I should have protected you."
You took his hand and squeezed it, "You pushed me out of the way of the explosion. Yeah I still got hurt, but I would have died if you hadn't Peter. You saved me, don't feel guilty, please."
He remained silent but nodded his head softly as he looked down at your bandaged hand. You knew it would take a while for his guilt to pass. You squeezed his hand again and he met your eyes.
You smiled at him, "I'm okay, I'll be okay I promise."
He felt a small smile forming on his face as relief slowly coursed through him as he nodded, "I know." Leaning forward he pressed another kiss to your forehead, "I love you Sunshine"
"I love you too Peter."
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I hope you liked it! <3
(Commission Ships)
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could I request a mage pupils x reader? thank you!
Okay, I must be in the habit of misreading today, because I wrote individual XReaders for all three of them before I stopped to wonder if you meant all of them as a group. ...So here's both! You get a double scoop too, friend!
Side note: I refer to Lonely Wizard as Stim personally, so that snuck in here. Also I see Stim as he/him myself, but out of respect for others, I wrote Lonely Wizard as they/them in these.
Goobert x GN!Reader
You accompanied Goobert on a trip outside the mage tower for once, but he wouldn't tell you why. Just said he was 'looking for something the Master desires' and left it at that. Usually he was forthcoming with you so if he didn't want to elaborate, it felt a bit like a red flag to you. But at the very least, he let you come along. You guessed you shouldn't complain.
You both stopped at the water's edge and you peered into the dark depths before Goobert called your name. "Rrrgh- Can… you do that charm again?" he asked with an edge of pain.
"Of course," you told him, lifting your hand to weave the simple spell. You may be a simple mage not under Magnificus' tutelage, but you'd refined this relief charm special for Goobert. Occasionally you'd use it on Pike as well.
Once the bluish light had settled in your palm, you reached out to place your hand against Goobert's slimy mass. As it passed from your hand to him, he hummed gratefully as he pulled himself further upright. "Thank you. You know just how to make things better," he spoke warmly.
The gooey, dopey smile he wore was enough reward for you, but then he leaned towards you with arms outstretched. You met him in a warm hug, wrapping your arms around his semi-solid body. Most people outside of the magic pupils were put off by this slime mage's touch, but it never bothered you. You knew he craved attention and you were more than happy to give it to him.
Rivulets of warm, sticky goo dripped past you and onto your clothes as Goobert hugged you close. He made a low burble from somewhere deep. You held each other for a few beats before pulling away, clinging bits of green stuck to your clothes. "You know I'll never mind helping you, Goobert."
He smiled once more, looking like he felt better than he had in a long while. You reflected it back.
Pike Mage x GN!Reader
Joining Pike Mage in her realm was a little intense, mostly due to the oppressive heat. But she so enjoyed your visits that you could endure the heat. For her.
Today she had asked you for a few matches. "Have to stay sharp for Challengers," she'd always say. But even if she hadn't asked, you would've offered. Facing off against her was always fun.
But if there was one thing you admired about her, it was her tenacity. Her strength. Even before her finals, she was always steadfast in her goals. She wanted to win. She wanted to pass her finals, no matter how long it took.
Pike played another Ruby Golem, which you didn't have an answer to. "Uh-oh," you spoke aloud accidentally, tipping your hand.
She smiled across from you. "Oh? Do I have you?" she chirped, "Do you concede?"
You scoffed a noise. "No way. If there's one thing you taught me, it's to never give up." Still, you had to hit the bell and take the damage. Maybe you'd get a better draw next turn.
She hummed thoughtfully, then played a Practice Mage in front of your only heavy hitter. You had to admit, her mastery of hands-free levitation magick had served her well during her finals. You'd seen Goobert and Stim use it before, but Pike was the best at it.
Ah, but luck wasn't on your side this match. You didn't have the cost for your next card either… So you hit the bell one last time.
A content smile appeared on her face as she merely rang the bell as well. The scales tipped in Pike's favor and that was game. "Ah! Good game," she offered.
You held out your hand at her cue and felt her magical influence take your hand and shake. That was still quite the marvel to you, the soft, warm tingling of something that wasn't quite there. "Good game," you repeated, then tilted your head inquisitively with a smile, "Best three out of five?"
She copied your smile. "You're on."
Lonely Wizard x GN!Reader
You popped into Lonely Wizard's realm, the lack of sound stifling like always. Though that never did last for long-
"FRIEND! You have arrived!" And with that as your only warning, you were swept into an impromptu, twirling dance that left you laughing as you looked up at them. Their eyes were crinkled with happiness, their gestures so broad and expressive that it almost left you breathless at the genuine joy you saw there.
"Stim!" you greeted with enthusiasm, "It's good to see you again! Are you doing okay?"
"I am now that you're here!" Stim replied, hands cupping your face gratefully. Stim had gotten really touchy in their isolation, but you didn't mind all the extra touches and hugs. "It's been quiet and dark, but I had your lovely things to keep me together!" The wizard gestured to the little trinkets you'd been smuggling in: a few shiny rocks in different colors, a few discarded toys and pieces of junk you'd found, even a little painting of flowers that you'd had Goobert make.
"Oh, speaking of which." You fished in your bag as Lonely Wizard tried to peek beyond your hands to see. You pulled out a small device and held it out in both hands. "Look what I found when I dug through the factory's rejects- it's a music player!"
"Oh WOW!" Stim shouted, taking the device and already started tinkering merrily. You weren't terribly sure if the radio stations would work in this tiny pocket dimension, but if not- Static burst forth from the speakers and Stim nearly vibrated with glee, excited for any noise at all. They twisted a knob until an upbeat tune began to thrum from the device and you thought Stim was going to cry.
"Music! I so missed… music!"
You took the music player from their hands and placed it on the ground, then took their hands and pulled them into an energetic dance. You both stumbled over your own feet and laughed, having too much fun to care.
Mage Pupils x GN!Reader
Your study sessions together didn't involve much studying, but none of you minded. You all studied so much alone that the real reason for your get-togethers was to blow off steam and have fun.
Sometimes you painted together- Lonely Wizard painted with vigor, splattering paint on the canvas- and themself, and the floor… Pike Mage used her levitation magick to move her brush and Goobert was so happy painting, he nearly forgot his pain entirely. Sometimes you made forts out of magickal tomes, giggling and making your own versions of reality. Sometimes you had grand card tournaments, and whoever won got to be at the center of the cuddle pile.
But the time spent was fulfilling just because you all got to be together for once. You did your best to cheer them up and encourage them, help them continue on the next day with renewed vigor… but it was tough.
You hadn't reached your finals yet, so seeing what the others were going through just to become cards in Magnificus' deck… It made your stomach twist in knots… and you weren't sure if that was something that you wanted. You knew it wasn't something you wanted for them, but they were determined. They would be grand centerpieces of his magick deck. All except Lonely, who seemed to be having reservations about it too…
But that was then and this was now. Now you were caught in a lazy tangle with your fellow students, laying between and around and over one another just to chat. Lonely was propped against your shoulder, Pike had laid her head in your lap (being careful of her spear), and Goobert was nudged between all of you. It felt good to be included with them.
Pike made a joke and everyone laughed. Then gooey fingers threaded in your own and you squeezed his hand as Lonely's cheek nudged against yours. You took the opportunity to run your free fingers through Pike's hair, straightening it for her.
Who knew what the future would bring…? For now, though, you were all happy.
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Heyyy! If matchups are still open can I get one for arcane or overwatch!
20 nb lesbian ESFP. artist, entertainer, artist, musician. I'm pretty butch, goth, I use they/them, I'm short and have dark short black hair, gauges and multiple tattoos, people compare me to Wednesday, Sevika, Ruby (Steven universe) and Toph. I tend to dress in all black, purple or red. When I'm not working Im drawing writing or playing guitar. I'm a chill person, who prefers to listen to people talk, or just being able to relax around people. However with specific subjects I can get more talkative. I have a small friend group cuz I'm really picky, people say I am friendly and inviting, but I look intimidating or unapproachable due to my rbf and alt style. They also describe me as easy to talk to, chill, nonjudgmental, protective and a bitch to people when I need to be. I'm not easily angered, but I used to get into fights, and I'm very protective of the people I choose to be around. I exercise every night, I love interacting with new people, listening to hard rock or metal, partying, drinking smoking, or spending the night inside. It honestly depends on my mood, I like cooking, long car rides and adventures. Honestly kinda just a stoner in scary clothes. Scary and cool till I open my mouth then I'm more of a lovable idiot.
your match-up and star messenger is . . .
JUNKER QUEEN ! ODESSA "DEZ" STONE (estp) !
you are the "annoyingly loud, tall and their scary sweetheart short s/o" couple
maybe it was your similar style that convinced odessa there was no better person for her, or that she had to think twice to talk to you when first meeting you because you looked like you were about to murder someone. either way, she was attracted to you the second she had laid eyes on you.
odessa has much to say and even more wild stories to tell you and that requires a pair of patient ears. she is glad you like listening to her tales, that no matter how horrible it may sound you answer to her without poison on your tongue. the two of you would have only small kinks when communicating, phrasing your sentences too emotionally or overly poetic would confuse odessa, setting up an awkward silence session between the two of you.
the two of you are rarely resting, odessa always has a new adventure for you two to go on. both of you have the type of personality that doesn't like to sit around, do pointless routines or tasks, and rather be creating new things, building new connections, and going to concerts, parties, or hang with your friends.
junker queen will try to learn at least one of you hobbies, most likely playing the guitar. she never really had the opportunity to learn an instrument and would like to expand her skills and open herself up to new possibilities in smaller ways. to think she would make a bad student is completely wrong, odessa can be patient she just needs a bit more encouragement to handle such things as music. in fighting you need to throw big punches, and the guitar needs a delicate touch.
some aspects of your relationship would be:
her constantly teasing you about the height difference, she is 7ft tall, and nobody tops that
drive-in cinema dates! there is a place that still does this thing, a little far away but neither of you is complaining about the long road ahead
talking shit about those rude people for no reason is one of your ways to connect and suddenly start a deep talk
odessa can't help but find it adorable how you stand up for her or yourself if somebody is bothering either of you
MEETING EACH OTHER !
version 1
the night was still young but you were just getting started with your laps around the abandoned block in the town. if there was any reason why you took your exercises in the night remained unanswered, you didn't remember, it has been going on for so long. so wrapped in your own thoughts, trying to figure out why was it so relishing to work out in the night you missed the person coming towards you and the two of you bumped into each other. falling ass first on the ground, a groan left your throat. it took you a second to regain control over your shaken body, that's when you first saw her, offering you a hand with a troubled look on her face.
"are you alright there? i didn't expect anyone else around this turn of time, this place in town. i'm odessa."
version 2
you were part of junkertown's enforcers, serving directly under the queen herself which was a surprise for you too since you haven't been in the line of duty for too long. you have never seen the queen personally, only on the papers that were put up around the town and her commands came through your squad leader. on the night junkrat, a former resident of the town claimed that he found a 'treasure' and you along with your comrades were sent out to take a look at said 'treasure' only for it to turn out to be a trap set up by him and his partner in crime, roadhog. in the fight, you were incapacitated, and by the time you woke up your queen's face was the first thing to greet you.
"i'm sure the two of us can talk about compensation privately... a queen cares for every one of their enforcers."
YOUR SONG IS . . .
can't feel my face by the weeknd !
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Oh lord-
I live for overprotective Steve ^^
How does Steve react to the bandages on King's hands?
Why does King have the bandages on his hands?
And could you please draw King?
Now that you mention it, Steve was always curious about the bandages covering King's hands and forearms like long fingerless gloves. He was kind of nervous about bringing it up as he knew how traumatic his past was. So, all through breakfast, his eyes kept going back to King's bandaged hands. King paused and looked at Steve, resting his cheek on the palm of his hand. Steve's eyes flickered up to meet King's ruby orbs.
"Something bothering you baby?" King asked in that soft tone, Steve always loved. (The man felt like jello the first time he heard that tone.) "No- No, why?" Steve stammered. He wanted to smack himself for stuttering.
King had that effect on him. Not even Nancy had that effect on him and he was deeply in love with her. "You sure?" He asked. Eddie meanwhile was confused, a little flustered yes, since he also took a liking to that tone in King's voice. "I'm- I-"
Steve stopped himself before he could come up with a lie. Sighing softly. "I... I just- I'm kind of curious about the bandages you wear, but I didn't wanna say anything because I wasn't sure if it was a traumatic thing for you or-" King held up a finger. "I'm gonna stop you right there sweetheart."
Steve flushed a little at the pet name. "One, you could've asked, I would never tell you no. Two, it has something to do with my trauma, yes, but I'm still getting over it." King paused linking his fingers together and allowing his chin to rest on the back of them. "Now, would you like to know why I wear these bandages?" King asked. Steve nodded.
King smiled. "Scars from tests run on me, injections, run-ins with fights, and specifically burns when I pulled my dad out of the car during his car crash. Some of them are old scars from self-inflicted cuts." Steve frowned feeling a little guilty. "Don't. I'm not affected in any way, so don't apologize, kay?" Steve nodded.
"I wear these so I don't have anyone's blood on me when I beat them to a pulp. And I've worn these ever since I got the scars so they're pretty much part of my attire now." Steve smiled a bit. "I still feel a little bad though." King pecked his nose. "Don't."
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Aight yall know the rules. 18 PLUS. Minor DNI, this was written for and helped to be dreamed up by @kingkatsuki who is always down to simp over Bakugou with me. Drummer!Bakugou x kindagroupy fem reader. Warnings include lots of smut and impact play. 💋🐱
Welts and bruises were hardly seen beneath the black swirling ink that snaked from a thick wrist all the way up a banded arm to nestle itself just barely over a normally guarded heart. Your fingers grip at drumsticks as you look over a certain hot head, unsure of your relationship status other than the fact that he used you to bring himself down from the height of the show.
Just like he did a month ago at a meet and greet. Glaring at your stupid rare band shirt that featured him instead of his band mates. "No one gives a fuck about the drummer. It's why I'm the fucking drummer so I don't have to deal with mindless extras."
To be honest it was his first time seeing that shirt since production, signing all 70 in existence half heartedly. You recall how agitated he was, obviously forced to this meet and greet when normally there were rumors that he never shows. He twirls his drumstick in his large fingers to keep from exploding as Kirishima, Jiro and Denki entertain the snobby VIPs. You had been lucky enough to win your ticket in a radio drawing and even though Bakugou wasn't talking much, not that you expected him too, it was nice to be there.
Nice to have his garnet gaze cutting into your skin even if it was just harsh glares. It takes Kirishima a minute to figure out just why Bakugou hasn't left yet. His own glistening rubies roaming the small group of five until they land on you. The devil settles himself in Kirshima's skin as he stands, a rare and cocky smirk adornes his lips. He sits next to you, practically on top of you and your cheeks flush from the closeness of your second favorite band mate. You can smell the linger sweat from the show, musk and dark pine needles tickle your nose as you swallow desire whole. Choking just a bit as he leans closer. His calloused digits finger the hem of your shirt, pulling it away from your body a bit to inspect it more closely.
"Ah, that's a sight to see." He chuckles, eyeing the shirt that has a shirtless Bakugou in action, sticks raised as he sits over his precious drum set, "This is from one of our first real gigs."
"I know. The drumming interlude while Jiro rested her strained voice was so energizing. After that amazing show I had to buy a t-shirt of my favorite member! But they didn't have any at the show. It was hard finding this." Suddenly Bakugou's gaze becomes too much, leaving you feeling hot and bothered as the room seemed to smell like spiced caramel. What little ease you felt by Kirishima was devoured by the brooding blonde sitting on his throne of well worn leather. Gulping, you turn to face Kirishima a bit more as he chuckles again.
"You don't want sour puss as your favorite. How about I make you a deal huh?" The room goes a little quiet as the other VIPs feign interest to hear. After a moment you nod a bit nervously fighting to keep your gaze on Kirishima. Meanwhile Bakugou tongues his lip ring with irritation.
"Why don't we trade shirts? I'll give you mine for yours?" He says, large hand gripping at the fabric at the nape of his neck. Pulling it off in one swift motion, setting it gently in your hands. The fabric a bit damp from the show, tingling pine masks your senses as you grip at the black fabric.
Would it be rude to turn down a rock star?
Just as you're about to find out the blonde stands, all eyes wide and set on his godly figure. His abs peeking out from beneath his infamous sleeveless and tattered black denim vest.
The same one you wore now. You remember how he dragged you from the room and showed you just exactly who your favorite band member. Not knowing he played right into Kirishima's hand.
Even now he still gets possessive when Kirishima comes too close. Pushing the guitarist and side vocals harshly away as Bakugou comes to close to you, cornering you against a sidewall backstage.
"Hey Brat. Are you flirting with fire engine again?" His face says pissed but his tone is all tease. He nips at your ear before gripping your hair to tilt your head, exposing your neck to him. He licks a stripe up the column relishing how you taste before leaving a gasp inducing bite. Pink indents and a beautiful bruise bloom in his wake. Absentmindedly his thumb swipes over the mark gently.
"Did you hurt yourself Suki?" You ask softly, hands having discovered just how raised those welts were. He watches the worry stain your features, pulling your bottom lip into a delightful pout. He leans down to your face, pulling at the jutting lip and giving it a small bite. Your skin erupts in heat, surging through your body until it settles in between your legs. He pulls back, giving you his signature arrogant smirk.
"Oi, don't get so worked up Princess. I'll show you how I got them after this set." He takes the drumsticks from your grip giving you a final, searing kiss before he makes his way on stage. Always the first to get the crowd hyped up as everyone else got situated.
Anyone who had seen the same set of songs performed twice weekly for a month might have used the word bored to describe how they were feeling as they waited for the band to finish.
But you were not like most people, see these 90 minutes that sometimes stretched into two hours was equivalent to a strip tease for you. Always having to shift your weight with the passing of each song, trying to get some friction for the heat that he caused at your core. His ash blonde hair would become darker, losing his spiky nature as it drooped from the weight of caramel scented bliss, the stands sticking to his skin causing him to push it back, exposing his forehead. His black shirt would darken as well, agitating the hot head as it clung to his muscles, sticking to skin and trying to throw off his rhythm. Between a song he places one of his drumsticks in his mouth, letting his large hand tear at the shirt until he can shed it off as if it were a second skin.
The crowd always roars with excitement as the camera zooms in on him. On his dark eyes and glistening pecs. The ink of his arms and just barely over his pectorals sends a jolt of electricity through you, mouth salivating as you remember them hovering over you the night before.
You clench around nothing, underwear becoming uncomfortable in your pleated skirt as you pull the well worn denim closer to you as you wait.
Finally the show ends with Jiro giving all of her love to the crowd, to Kirishima and Denki rifting notes off of corded strings as Bakugou guides them with his ever steady beat. Slamming onto the symbols, foot bass and the drums, sweat flying from him as he moves.
"Until we meet again!" They scream and the crowd echoes back their famous saying.
Bakugou practically runs off stage, damp with caramel bliss as he rushes to you. Hunched over so he can scoop you up, giving you a twirl as he hoisted you into the air. Banded arms resting under your ass.
"Did you see me out there, kitten?" His voice is rasped as he pants, laced in rare and genuine excitement. His skin sticking to your skirt and shirt as he brings you down to your black converse. He kisses you hungrily, gasping between kisses trying to catch his breath as he clings onto you with shaking fingers.
"I'm always watching, king." You reply between swipes of his tongue.
"Skipping the meet and greet again Bakugou? Manager Todoroki won't be happy." Kirishima comments, his voice softer than normal, his own dyed hair sticking to his skin.
"Fuck him. It's an hour from now anyway dick head. I'll be in later." Bakugou growls back, as you push hair from his face to better see his eyes and his forehead. He lifts your giggling form again as he takes you back to his room.
Neither of you hear Kirishima's comment to Jiro.
"Have you ever seen him so in love?"
The darkness of the room and the smell of you are soothing to Bakugou, his body still a live wire from the show as he tries to get a second wind so he can please you. He knows what his performance does to you, having come back to you soaking through your panties. Just as you were now, still his endurance was tested this week with three shows in a row.
"Maybe you should-"
"No." It comes out as a growl as he slowly begins to strip you of your clothes. Leaving you in nothing but his favorite skirt, he pushes you to lean over the futon, flipping up your skirt so he can see your bare sex.
"God you're such a dirty slut." He sees your sex and thighs glistening with your slick, he lets his fingers collect your essence before swirling over that sensitive bud.
"F...fuck Katuski." You cry out, hips bucking against him already before he leans over your body, his hard on poking your through his black jeans.
"Still wanna see how I got these bruises baby?" He pants, even fingering you was taking effort but he wanted, needed to see you panting, begging beneath him.
"Y..yes yes please!" His fingers still working as he's pressed against you, the coil in your stomach snapping as you see stars. Shaking beneath him as he puts you through two more. Slick pulling away from your sex in strings causing him to lick his fingers dry, holding eye contact with you as you shudder.
Eye liner already starting to smudge as your mouth falls open into a mewl. He reaches for the wooden sticks in his back pocket. He removes one, the stick nicked and scuffed in various spots from the intensity of tonight's show. He rubs your ass with his large palm before letting a harsh smack land on your supple cheek. Repeating the process until your cheeks glowed bright red. He lets the smooth wood run across your burning ass before he tests it with a light whack. Trying to remember how it felt against his own skin wanting to keep the damage at a minimum. The precise impact causes you to jolt and whine.
"More, I need more." You cry again and again as he let's the wood impact on your tender cheeks. Alternating sides while rubbing where he just hit
"Yea? Such a greedy slut." Getting lost in your begging he brings down the drumstick a little too harshly, his mind hazed from the lingering show and from the pull of you. The stick snaps in half causing a bruising welt to rise at an alarming rate. Growling he tosses the stick aside, coming down to kiss and bite at your ass tenderly. You push your hips in the air.
"Katsuki, baby. Please, please fuck me." You beg as tears fall down your perfect cheeks.
"Fine, but." He pants slowly freeing himself as he lets the head of his cock stretch your sentence, "But only to cockwarm."
"Noooo!" You whine, squirming as he plunges himself into your velvety walls, already setting a slow pace just to feel you clench against him if anything.
"Please, please King. I want more. I need you to fill me, Katsuki, please."
"I'll fucking give it to you brat." He snaps, the sight of you was too much. Peering over your shoulder, eye liner smeared, hair sticking to your face as your mouth formed that perfect O. He throws caution to the wind and gives in to instinct, to you.
He sets a harsh pace, his body shaking from exertion as he pounds into you with sloppy haste. Being much more vocal than usual as he grunts and groans allowing your tight cunt to pull him in. The sounds of your arousal echoes through the room as your feet come off the floor, squeezing your thighs around Bakugou to keep him close. Slowly you become limp letting him fuck into you before tensing as he hits that damned spongy spot. Causing stars to catch in your vision and the sounds of his groaning send you over the edge.
"I'm gonna-" But you never finish it as a scream rips up your throat causing your voice to go hoarse. Your spasming cunt sends the hot head into a groaning tangent. His hips pistons into your soaking heat sloppily before they stutter. His hands gripping at your hips, body shaking the way yours normally does after a heavy session. He pants your walls in ropes of delicious hot cum, the action causing you to whimper.
In what feels like too a short time to Bakugou but the perfect amount to you, he withdrawals from you. Watching you twitch as his seed slips out. Gently he pushes it back in, before gathering some on his digits determined to make you cum a few more times until he is ready to go again.
Bucking and crying trying to squeeze your thighs to shut him away but he spreads you out until his fingers pull something special from you. Body so tense that if touched wrong you might shatter.
And shatter you do as a silent scream escapes your lips, a clear liquid squirting onto his inky arm and black clothes.
"Ah, kitten I wanted you to squirt on my cock." He coos, rubbing slow sensual circles to bring you down slowly. Rubbing your ass, sure to check on your battered cheek, damning himself for losing control. He lifts you up, turning you to face him as you cling to him, arms crushing him to your smaller frame.
"You okay Princess?" He asks, peppering kisses atop your head causing tears to burn your eyes. You choke out the question you had been meaning to ask since that first night.
"What am I to you?" Your voice shakes as badly as your body, as if you were freezing from a chill. He tenses beneath you and you think you've crossed the line. Before you can backtrack he pushes you away from him to grab your chin. Leveling your face to his as he stares into your soul.
"My fucking everything." He growls out, voice worn from overuse, "How else can I show you?"
His thumb wipes away a few stray tears as you process what he has said.
"I gave you my lucky vest didn't I?" You giggle at his question, nodding in agreement. He pulls you into a hug, eyes glaring at the clock.
"Stay." He commands rushing to the sink to dampen a rag in warm water. He starts with your face, clearing it of the black eye liner. Slowly making his way down your body until he gets to your sticky sex. Wiping away his essence and yours before pressing a soft kiss to your hair line. He tosses the rag into the sink and rummages through your duffle bag returning with the shirt that started it all. A kiss is pressed to the black fabric before he slips over your head, sliding his lucky vest onto your strong shoulders before he adjusts your skirt. Twirling you in a mock dance to check for stains on your skirt, when he sees none he dresses himself pressing a water into your hand. You bite your lip thinking he's going to leave you here.
"Sorry but you gotta come with me to the meet and greet since you've got this on." He tugs at the black denim causing you to giggle. Relief floods his aching body as your lips curl into a bright smile.
True to his word Bakugou slips into the long meet and greet with you in tow an hour and a half after he started.
"Here's your fucking sticks kid." He says, shoving a set of drumsticks into some snobby kids hands. The man scoffs with a retort.
"I paid for the ones you used tonight. These ones are brand new."
Bakugou narrows his eyes at him, leaning in close as if you share a secret but he speaks at a normal volume. His face suddenly changing to a cocky, knowing smirk.
"Guess I broke tonight's pair kid. Tough fucking luck."
He sits in his normal spot, away from others. Pulling you onto his lap, reminding the room that he was taken.
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Yang, sitting in a chair in the living room, in a teasing tone: Wow. I really just cannot believe it. Thirty seven years old. Ruby Rose-Xiao Long, you really went there didn't you?
Ruby, laying across the couch, covering her face: Yang do you really have to use my full name?
Yang, chuckling: I'm just dumbfounded. But, wouldn't the fact she's anemic bother you?
Ruby, sitting upright, looking over to Yang in confusion: What the hell do you-?
Yang, making a very crude gesture: Y'know...cold hands.
Ruby, nearly screeching, her face beet red as she throws a pillow at Yang, who simply catches it: SH-SHUT UP! WE DON'T HAVE ISSUES THERE!
Yang, rolling her eyes, tossing the pillow back at Ruby, which bonks her straight in the face: Yeah, yeah I could tell by the neck.
Ruby, sinking into herself a bit, placing a hand over her neck, her voice slightly sad: Yeah...I'm sorry you had to see that...
Yang, shrugging: You're an adult, do what you do. Just...be safe, that's all your older sister asks of you. Okay?
Ruby, nods: Yeah...okay...
Yang, after a bit of silence, pipes up a bit: Hey...so was I right? In assuming Cinder has anemia?
Ruby, perking up: Hmm? O-oh! Oh, right yeah, because of the cold hands, yes.
Yang, narrowing her eyes at Ruby, bringing her hand to her chin: Anemia is when your body can't properly produce red blood cells, right? Circulatory issues? You're a nurse. You know.
Ruby, scratching her head in confusion: Yeah...yeah sometimes. There's a few forms of it but yeah. That's more or less the gist.
Yang, nodding slowly: Wouldn't...having anemia cause issues with drawing blood? Y'know. Like donating blood or something.
Ruby, shrugging: It can...why do you ask?
Yang, standing up, still glaring over to Ruby: That blood bag, in the fridge. That she claimed was hers.
Yang, stepping across the room towards Ruby, who's slowly coming to the realization of what Yang is implying, her voice growing louder as she speaks: It was pretty damn full. I can't imagine someone with a red blood cell deficiency giving that much blood and being okay with it, OR for that matter, running triathlons or whatever it was she said.
Yang, now looming over a nervous Ruby, her eyes emotionlessly staring downward, her voice back to a dull tone: What's the truth, Ruby. What are you two hid-HNNG.
Yang, collapsing down onto the ground, completely blacked out: ...
Ruby, jumping up, about to scream before a shadowy clawed hand grips onto her face, covering her mouth: AAA-hnmm...hhhhmmmm...
Vampire!Cinder, her face coming into form from pure darkness, her body slowly following suit, calmly stroking Ruby's hair with her free hand, her voice a soothing whisper: Shhhh, my love, shhh. No panic. No screams. No need for that. Calm down, calm down. You're safe, your sister isn't hurt. I promise. I promise.
Ruby, her hyperventilating slowly steadying, leaning heavily into Cinder's hand before she finally pulls it away, takes a deep breath before speaking, sounding a little hoarse: Are...you're sure she's okay?
Vampire!Cinder, nodding, slowly leaning forward and placing a kiss on Ruby's forehead: Yes, my love. I did not harm her, I promise.
Ruby, nodding, bringing her legs up and hugging them to her chest as she watches Cinder lift Yang's unconscious body with a single arm: I thought...you left?
Vampire!Cinder, gently placing Yang into the chair across the room, turning back to Ruby with a smile: I did, for a bit. I just went out to get a-...breath of fresh air. Is all. I came back the second I felt your heart begin to beat rapidly. I was worried about you.
Ruby, her voice still incredibly small: You...were worried?
Vampire!Cinder, speaking up from Ruby's side causing her to jolt in surprise, an arm firmly holding her in place: Of course, my love. I always worry about you. Humans are dangerous creatures.
Vampire!Cinder, tracing Ruby's cheek with a few fingers: I couldn't bear to see you hurt.
Ruby, allowing Cinder to pull her into a hug, her head resting on Cinder's chest: O-...kay...what about Yang?
Vampire!Cinder, kissing Ruby's head: Don't you worry.
~~~~~
Yang, standing by the front door, her head bowed in shame: I'm...I am so sorry.
Vampire!Cinder, standing in front of Yang, her arm still protectively holding onto Ruby, holding up her free hand with a smile: Oh! Please, please! No apologies! We've all been there, Yang.
Yang, standing upright, rubbing the back of her head: Y-Yeah, right...I just feel so horrible. I drank enough to black out the first time we've ever met. You must think so little of me.
Vampire!Cinder, shaking her head: Like I said, we've all been there. I am in no position to judge. It was lovely meeting you, that's the truth of the matter. I just hope you have a safe trip home.
Yang, holding up a hand and flexing her fingers: Yeah, yeah trust me I feel fine. I'm sort of shocked at how fine I do feel actually. But eh, unimportant.
Yang, holding out her arms: Ruby?
Ruby, who's been silently standing in Cinder's embrace the entire time, perks her head up at Yang's offer of a hug and goes to step forward, only to be stopped by Cinder's grip on her: ...
Ruby, after a sad glance up to Cinder, who let's her go just enough to throw herself into Yang's hug: ...
Yang, nearly stumbling backwards a bit: Wh-Whoa, are you o-?
Ruby, burying her face into Yang's arm, speaking quietly: Just...you scared me...that's all.
Yang, looking down to Ruby with a grave expression for a moment before wrapping her arms around her, her voice sad and low: I'm sorry. I'll be more careful from now on.
Yang, after a minute or so, pats Ruby on the back and lets go of her, nodding to Cinder as she opens the front door: Well, thank you, for having me over. Dinner was delicious and it was a pleasure meeting you.
Vampire!Cinder, nodding in response: Goodnight, Yang, the pleasure was all mine.
Yang, walking out of the house and getting into her truck, turning the key on, her eyes locked on the front door as two figures walk off and into the house, speaking through gritted teeth: Whatever the fuck you are...I don't like my sister around it.
#rwby#ruby rose#yang xiao long#cinder fall#fallen petals#vampire!cinder#yes#yes finally#i can finally give you all a taste of what this au truly is#yesssssssss
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Harry Fanfiction Teaser!!!
☀️Sunshine Temptress☀️
//i am writing a harry fan fiction and this is a teaser of that fan fiction. let me know what you guys think! i’m always open for constructive criticism//
February 2016
The smoke filled her lungs with each inhale of her cigarette. The pack was cheap, but they will do just fine for tonight. The black dress barely made it past her bum and hugs tight against her showing the curves of her body off. The heels made her feet hurt but they also made her three inches taller, beauty is pain sometimes. With one last puff, she drops her cigarette to the ground, stomping her foot to put the ashes out.
Harry saw her blonde hair first. There was something drawing him toward this girl. It could be the way that cigarette touched her ruby red lips, or the whispers throughout the club of how every guy wanted to take her home. She couldn't be more than 20, but she seemed to be in this club on the same night as Harry which means she had to be over 21.
After the past few weeks of forcing himself to do nothing, he ventured out with his mates one last time before he leaves for Jamaica to start writing his first solo album. It's quite nerve wracking to be doing all the things he used to do in a group, by himself. Sure, he has his manager and a few old writing friends coming along with him, but at the end of the day it's his face on the album which makes this whole process that much more intimidating.
He wants a new sound, one that he couldn't exactly do in One Direction, but the real question is, what sound is he going for? Is he the type to go for pop? Rock? Indie? With absolutely no clue, Harry lets out a long sigh, picking up his tequila and downing the rest.
"One Whiskey on the rocks, please," a deliciously sweat voice draws him out of his spiraling thoughts. He glances over and sees the same blonde from the corner. How did he miss her coming over to the bar?
"Comin' right up miss," the bartender turns around grabbing the bottles to get her drink. She feels eyes on her. That's a normal occurrence for her, but these seemed more intense than others. Glancing to her right, she sees the curly haired brit and boy was he a sight to see. Dressed in his tight black skinny jeans with a sheer floral shirt only buttoned halfway showing his tattoos off. His hair curled around his shoulders and his fingers around his fresh glass of a dark liquid.
Their eyes meet and this is the first time Harry notices her striking green ones. They are a light shade of green that almost sparkle under the night sky. The tilt of one side of her lips sent shivers down his spine. This girl is driving him crazy and she hasn't event talked to him yet.
"Here you go miss," the bartender grabs her attention, causing her to break eye contact with him.
"Thank you," she said, and she pulled some money out of the top of her dress. After paying, she didn't waste any time before coming up to Harry. "You know it's awfully rude to stare," she smirks at him.
"At a pretty face? Would be a shame not to admire such beauty," the line slipped off his tongue smoother than the tequila in his hand.
"What a line," she grabs her chest dramatically, "You use that on all the girls?"
"Only the ones driving me as crazy as you are in that dress." The banter came easy between the two. It seemed fairly natural considering they have never met before tonight. "I'm Harry. What's your name, love?"
"The name's –" she starts but when a pair of strong hands wrap around her waist, she stops. Her eyebrows draw together and a small frown replaces the smile that was there moments ago.
"Babe, this party is getting boring. Let's go back to my place," the unknown man breathes out, slightly slurring the words. The man pulls her back to his body and the look on her face is of clear annoyance. He seems to be handsy with the young girl. Something tells Harry the alcohol is not what's influencing the guy's behavior, he's just a prick.
"I'm having a good time Jared. I'm actually about to go dance," she shoves him off before she struts to the middle of the dance floor, hips swaying causing many heads to turn.
Jared swears under his breath before his eyes focus onto Harry. "She's feisty, that one. You believe I met her at a conference here? Wicked intelligent, she is. Definitely going places man. M'Dad's gunna love her when he meets her this weekend. He always told me once I found the right girl he'd release—"
Harry tunes out the annoying bloke, solely focusing on the girl dancing. Her hips move so gracefully, and she seems so carefree. Her hands travel all over her body as the music beats throughout the room. He figures this Jared guy is probably her boyfriend or something, but that's not really what he's worried about. The real issue is how hot and bothered she is making Harry as she makes eye contact with him when her hands travel down her front, over her hips and out. It's driving him absolutely mad. Soon, he will have an issue in his pants that will be a little too hard to contain.
A hand on his shoulder pulls him out of his trance. He looks to his left and sees Adam. "You ready to head out mate? We've got an early flight in the morning."
It's true. The flight will be long considering they are in New York, but it'll give Harry time to piece together exactly how he wants the next two months to pan out, how he wants the album to sound, and what on Earth he will have inspiration to write about.
"Sure. Let me go pay our tab," he mutters. He looks back over to the bar while fishing out his wallet from his back pockets. He notices another woman approach the couple a few feet away from where he stands at the bar. They seem to be in a heated discussion, and his mystery girl seems completely calm. It's a shame Harry doesn't go for taken girls because he would love to take her home with him tonight. He hears part of their conversation while handing the money over to the bartender, but it's just not making sense to his slightly inebriated brain. "Uh, keep the change."
Still confused, Harry gets into the car with Adam and his other mates. He won't be seeing her again, so he tries to push the thoughts of the girl out of his head. The car gets stuck in traffic, but that's New York for you. It's always backed up.
"You alright H?" Adam notices his far-off look. Sure, everyone knew he would be nervous about this trip, but this didn't feel like nerves.
"Yeah man. I just can't get that girl out of my head."
"The one that you were eyeing most of the night?" his future bass player asks.
Harry nods his head. "She's got a prick of a boyfriend, though. She honestly didn't seem super interested in him or anything. Wonder if she's just faking a relationship with him or something?"
"Wonder what else she fakes with him," one of his other friends laughs.
They all burst into laughter. "What really gets me is what I heard her say before I left...I think she said, 'I'm having your baby' but it's really none of my business."
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I saw in some YouTube comments someone saying that clover's good luck semblance didn't work because his arm was broken but I can't remember where or when they talk about semblances versus aura and all that stuff. Is that why his semblance wasn't working? Wouldn't that mean that Blake wouldn't be able to use her semblance when she would experience aura breaks?
My personal understanding is that aura is basically a kind of magical energy. You’ve got normal human/faunus energy - this is Jaune who can run around the woods with Pyrrha until he gets tired like any other healthy teen - and then once you unlock aura you’ve got that magical energy too - now here’s Jaune healing the cut on his cheek and protecting himself from falls. If your aura depletes you can no longer do these specific, magical, energy-consuming things, just like if your normal energy depletes you’re not longer able to do regular physical things like run, throw a punch, remain standing, etc. A semblance is basically the super special power that, if you unlock it, runs on aura. Use your semblance too much, like Weiss casting a ton of glyphs, and you’ll grow tired, unable to continue using your semblance past a certain point or do other things like protect your body. Use up your aura completely (down past 15% like we saw in the tournament) and you can’t use your semblance. The car isn’t going to run without any gas, so to speak.
All of this comes with the caveat that I don’t think this was explicitly explained in canon. It’s just my prevailing sense based on what has been mentioned in addition to fandom theories.
Now, in regards to Clover I see two problems with this interpretation:
1. His semblance is going 24/7. So is Qrow’s. Theoretically, if a semblance draws on aura then both of them should be exhausted. This should be a major downside to winding up with a passive semblance: Qrow and Clover have very little aura to protect themselves with, can’t use aura to enhance their hits, etc. because it’s being drained constantly by their always active semblance. It would be like if Ruby decided to stay as rose petals for a week straight or Weiss decided to summon her knight for days on end. Theoretically that shouldn’t work and if you forced it to work you wouldn’t have the gas to do anything else. Which just reaffirms that I don’t think the writers bothered to think through the implications of a passive semblance. Either their semblances are draining their aura, or their semblances don’t draw on aura at all... neither of which seems to be canonical. Neither explanation fits well into what else we know. Instead the show just gave us semblances that a) don’t act like any other semblance we’ve ever seen before and b) don’t seem to follow the implied rules of the world regarding aura... and leave it at that with no explanation as to how that all works.
2. Regarding the fight against Qrow and Tyrian... do we see Clover’s semblance assisting him at all? For that matter do we see Qrow’s hindering him? As always, in recent months I’ve seen the fandom doing a lot of work to explain the poor writing here. “Since they have opposite semblances they probably cancel each other out when they’re near.” (Even though this is contradicted throughout the volume: Qrow still nearly falls while at Clover’s side and Clover still catches the dust crystal with Qrow nearby, both presumed moments where their semblances were active.) Or “Clover’s semblance is what kept him alive for so long while fighting both Qrow and Tyrian. Once he can’t use it he dies.” There’s no evidence for that though. Nothing in the fight - that I can remember, anyway - that’s framed as his semblance keeping him alive. When Qrow watches Tyrian fall through the roof in Volume 4 or Clover watches the piece of the airship hit the grimm, there’s always something the cues the viewer into the fact that this is the semblance’s work: Qrow looking to the broken planks and smirking, knowing what his semblance will likely do; Clover being incredibly confident in the face of a massive grimm and the improbability of that happening on its own. We get none of that in the fight. We can’t assume Clover’s lack of a semblance is what led to his death when the inclusion of his semblance wasn’t shown to benefit him at all. Which (again) says to me that the writers didn’t think through the question, “What would it be like to have a guy with a good luck semblance and a bad luck semblance battle?” It was just a normal fight.
Which finally brings us to the question of whether Clover’s semblance gave out because his aura broke. And the answer is: who knows. We simply don’t have the information to answer that. We’d first have to confirm that semblances indeed run on aura. Then we’d have to answer the question of whether always active semblances work the same way. AKA whether they need aura to be active. Then we’d have to answer whether Clover’s semblance still works alongside Qrow’s (were those earlier moments in the volume flukes?) Then finally answer why, if his semblance was active during the fight, we never saw him being incredibly lucky in the 5+ minutes leading up to his aura breaking. Or why we never saw Qrow being incredibly unlucky. Or why we never saw Qrow making Clover incredibly unlucky. After all, his death was in no way framed as a semblance-based accident like the beam falling towards Ruby. Qrow saw his weapon and chose to leave it. Qrow then chose to punch Clover, breaking his aura. Tyrian chose to stab him. Everything was a choice.
This is why that kind of world building is important. Not just to avoid confusing and frustrating your viewer, but because the story is so much richer when you do. Can you imagine a RWBY where Qrow’s passive semblance is acknowledged as the outlier it is? Where that raises questions about the boundary between “semblances” and “magic,” feeding into his feelings of difference? A story where the way a good luck and a bad luck semblance interact together actually impacts the plot and their carriers’ characterization? It’s such a wasted opportunity to slam those two together for just a couple of episodes and then go, “They have a normal fight with their weapons until Clover dies, eliminating the opportunity for his semblance to ever be important in the future.”
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[ENG]
Topic 5: Buzzing Heat + Build
Finished at 3 in the morning, oh
Well ... It turned out to be a kind of illustration for one book. A series of books tightly bound by plot (that is, order is very important) is called "Deltore Quest" This is probably my favorite book cycle✨
Here is a small excerpt from the book related to the drawing itself:
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The bodice climbed over the edge of the crater and stepped into the void. Swinging from side to side, he looked up at the worried faces of Barda and Jasmine, at their fingers, white with tension, clutching the rope.
- Slowly! He commanded with his lips.
They nodded and began to slowly release the rope. The bodice began to sink into the mouth of the Hive.
The boy wrapped himself tightly in a cloak, put on a hood and left only a click for his eyes.
I guess I look like a huge larva in a cocoon, he thought. - It's just that there is hardly a larva in the world that has enough nonsense to stick into a hive. But otherwise ... "
Shuddering, he forced himself to think about something else.
Around him was the smoke of a damp torch wrapped in damp rags. He did not know if this would help, but it was obvious that there was nothing to do with weapons here. In addition, the words of the Queen Bee from a dream constantly came to his mind, and for sure it was necessary for something.
“My guards do not like sudden movements, they are easy to anger. Even I have to pacify them with smoke in order to remove honey from the hive ... "
It is strange that Leaf remembered so well what she was saying. Here, in the buzzing, swirling center of Quicksand, his mind cleared and sharpened. Perhaps this is because Roy is no longer calling him. After all, now the Leaf was exactly where it should.
He looked up. The faces of friends seemed small and hardly distinguishable against the background of dimly shimmering skies. Boiling lava of Roy was waiting for him below.
The bodice braced himself and closed his eyes. The next minute, he felt Roy, like a searing tornado, drawing into his whirlpool. The rumble was like thunder. It was squeezed, twisted, and covered with a living coverlet.
Roy is too strong. Too!
The bodice did not see anything, could not breathe and did not know where the top was, where the bottom was. He understood only one thing: Roy does not care about him. For him, he is neither food, nor prey, nor an enemy that needs to be destroyed. For him, Leaf was simply the owner of the thing that he passionately wanted to get. Roy will strangle him, rip off his clothes, and then meat from his bones. And he will get what he always wanted.
The Belt of Deltora.
Panic squeezed Leaf's throat. He screamed, began to fight ...
“Quietly, boy, quietly!”
The senile old grumpy voice sounded as clear as if the Queen Bee was at her ear. These words splashed like cold water into his face.
A scream died in his throat. He opened his eyes, forced himself to calm down and breathe evenly.
Then Leaf carefully peered out through the eye hole and saw that the thick smoke from the torch had finally begun to mix with the red tornado.
And Roy began to calm down, slow down, thin out. Insects flew into the darkness and sat on the walls of their hive. And what was previously hidden by their living curtain was finally revealed to the eye - a shining pyramid in the center.
Very slowly, the Leaf raised its hands and once pulled the rope. Barda and Jasmine understood the signal and stopped lowering the Leaf. The boy hung in the air, looking enchanted through caustic smoke at a mountain of treasures - gold, precious stones and time-bleached bones, which live sand had collected for hundreds of years. All these things were not dumped haphazardly, but made up equal rows of honeycombs.
The bodice told himself that he expected something like that, but reality surpassed the wildest guesses.
Everything that could not rot or decay so slowly that it needed to be replaced only a few centuries later, went to the construction of a monstrous tower. Skulls and bones, bottles and jugs, coins, stones, glass, gold chains, rings and bracelets ... All this constituted one gigantic jewel.
The pyramid of death. How many human lives were spent on building the tower? And what is hidden in these honeycombs? Most likely the offspring of Roy. First, the eggs, then the larvae, which are cared for and cherished, are fed with stinky mashed potatoes from decaying red flies and lizards, until the worms turn into - in whom? The leaf did not know such insects. Maybe they are not insects at all, but some other form of life. An ancient creature that has lived, constantly being renewed, for thousands of years. Roy.
The bodice painfully wanted to destroy the formidable tower, see how it collapses into the darkness, where Queen Roy is hiding - a vile swollen body, wriggling and squeezing all new eggs from itself.
But he knew that if he touched the pyramid, then the whole Roy would attack him and no smoke would hold them back.
And the Belt was burning and trembling. Somewhere in the depths of the tower is the stone that he is looking for. Diamond? Amethyst? Emerald? The bodice saw many transparent, lilac and green stones. Which one is the same?
He threw back his hood and pulled up his shirt to look at the Belt. Because of the smoke, topaz and ruby were almost invisible. But the opal burned like fire.
What does it mean? The bodice tried to recall what was written about the magical power of opal in Deltoras's Magic Belt.
* Opal, a symbol of hope, shines with all the colors of the rainbow. It shows the future and helps those who see poorly. Opal…
What's next? The bodice closed her eyes tightly to concentrate, but that didn't help. He did not remember the continuation.
The boy looked at the top of the pyramid. Most likely, the stone should be there, because it was thrown into the Quicksand shortly before it overthrew King Endon, that is, about sixteen years ago, and the tower was built for millennia.
A dagger Jasmine was sticking out at the very top. This is the last thing that the sand took, so it lay on top. Someday the metal will rust and fall apart, but the stone in the handle will remain. Under the dagger were gold coins, a medal of the champion of the Rhythm Games and white dice.
The bodice shuddered. There was not a scrap of flesh left on the bones, but he knew that these were the remains of Karna II and Karna Eighth, the Gray Guards. Roy works fast.
Suddenly, the boy realized that he sees the pyramid better than before. The smoke no longer bothers him. The torch began to go out. Leaf sucked in the spoon. How long will Roy be afraid of smoke and keep against the walls? When the torch goes out ...
The bodice peered at the bones, bracelets, stones, a horse’s skull, and under it ...
His heart sank. Beneath it lay a stone the color of a starry night.
The forgotten words from the "Belt of Deltora" flashed instantly in my head:
... Opal has a special connection with lapis lazuli, a heavenly stone, a powerful talisman.
Lapis lazuli! It was built into a cell in which there was no larva so far. The fourth stone is the Belt of Tiloara.
The bodice reached for him, but drew back his hand. If you take out a stone, then everything that lies on top will fall. And then Roy will attack him. Death will come before he has time to bring lapis lazuli to the surface, and then the stone and the entire Belt will forever remain in the Hive.
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I just translated all translating russian version, yep😑
I recommend you read this book, it is very interesting! Creator of the book — Emily Rodda
Song: Shut Eye - Stealing Sheep
It seemed to me that these lines and the mood of the song are quite suitable here.
P.S. Lampochka: I will probably do only sketches
Lampochka: * makes 5 complete meals in a row *
Lampochka: Oh
Seriously, even in the first job, just a little less neat line
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Тема 5: Гудящий зной + Строить
Закончила в 3 часа ночи, ой
Чтож... Это получилось чем-то вроде иллюстрации к одной книге. Цикл книг, плотно связанных по сюжету (то есть порядок сильно имеет значении) называется "Все о волшебной стране Тилоаре". Это мой, пожалуй, самый любимый цикл книг✨
Вот небольшой отрывок из книги, связанный с самим рисунком:
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Лиф перелез через край кратера и шагнул в пустоту. Раскачиваясь из стороны в сторону, он посмотрел вверх на встревоженные лица Барды и Жасмин, на их побелевшие от напряжения пальцы, сжимающие веревку.
— Потихоньку! — одними губами скомандовал он.
Те кивнули и начали медленно отпускать веревку. Лиф стал погружаться в жерло Улья.
Мальчик плотно укутался плащом, надел капюшон и оставил только щелочку для глаз.
«Наверно, я похож на огромную личинку в коконе, — подумал он. — Вот только вряд ли на свете найдется личинка, у которой хватит глупости сунуться в улей. Ведь иначе…»
Содрогнувшись, он заставил себя думать о другом.
Вокруг него витал дым смоченного факела, обмотанного влажными тряпками. Он не знал, поможет ли это, но было очевидно, что с оружием здесь делать нечего. Кроме того, слова Королевы Пчел из сна постоянно приходили ему на ум, и наверняка это было для чего-то нужно.
«Мои стражи не любят резких движений, их легко разозлить. Даже мне приходится усмирять их дымом, чтобы вынуть мед из улья…»
Странно, что Лиф так хорошо помнил то, что она говорила. Здесь, в гудящем, кружащемся центре Зыбучих песков, его разум прояснился и обострился. Возможно, это потому, что Рой больше не зовет его. Ведь сейчас Лиф находился как раз там, где должен.
Он посмотрел вверх. Лица друзей казались маленькими и с трудом различимыми на фоне тускло мерцающих небес. Внизу его ждала кипящая лава Роя.
Лиф собрался с духом и закрыл глаза. В следующую минуту он почувствовал Рой, словно обжигающий смерч, затягивающий в свой водоворот. Гул был подобен раскатам грома. Его сдавливали, крутили, облепляли живым покрывалом.
Рой слишком силен. Слишком!
Лиф ничего не видел, не мог дышать и уже не знал, где верх, где низ. Он понимал только одно: Рою нет никакого дела до него. Для него он ни еда, ни добыча, ни враг, которого нужно уничтожить. Для него Лиф был просто обладателем той вещи, которую он страстно хотел заполучить. Рой задушит его, сдерет с него одежду, а потом и мясо с его костей. И получит то, что хотел всегда.
Пояс Тилоары.
Паника сдавила Лифу горло. Он закричал, начал бороться…
«Тихонько, мальчик, тихонько!»
Старческий сварливый голос прозвучал так ясно, словно Королева Пчел была у самого уха. Эти слова брызнули, как холодная вода в лицо.
Крик умер у него в горле. Он открыл глаза, заставил себя успокоиться и дышать ровно.
Потом Лиф осторожно выглянул в щелочку для глаз и увидел, что густой дым от факела наконец начал смешиваться с красным смерчем.
И Рой начал успокаиваться, замедлять движение, редеть. Насекомые улетали в темноту и садились на стены своего Улья. И то, что было раньше скрыто их живой завесой, наконец открылось взору — сияющая пирамида в центре.
Очень медленно Лиф поднял руки и один раз дернул за веревку. Барда и Жасмин поняли сигнал и перестали опускать Лифа. Мальчик повис в воздухе, зачарованно глядя сквозь едкий дым на гору сокровищ — золота, драгоценных камней и выбеленных временем костей, которую за сотни лет собрал живой песок. Все эти вещи не были свалены как попало, а составляли ровные ряды сот.
Лиф говорил себе, что ожидал чего-то подобного, однако реальность превзошла самые смелые догадки.
Все, что не могло сгнить или распадалось так медленно, что нуждалось в замене только через несколько веков, пошло на строительство чудовищной башни. Черепа и кости, бутылки и кувшины, монеты, камни, стеклышки, золотые цепи, кольца и браслеты… Все это составляло одну гигантскую драгоценность.
Пирамида смерти. Сколько человеческих жизней ушло на сооружение башни? И что таится в этих сотах? Скорее всего, потомство Роя. Сначала яйца, потом личинки, которых холят и лелеют, кормят вонючим пюре из разлагающихся красных мух и ящериц, пока черви не превращаются — в кого? Лиф не знал таких насекомых. Может быть, они вообще не насекомые, а какая-то иная форма жизни. Древнее существо, которое прожило, постоянно обновляясь, тысячи лет. Рой.
Лифу до боли хотелось разрушить грозную башню, посмотреть, как она рухнет в темноту, где затаилась Королева Роя — мерзкое раздувшееся тело, извивающееся и выдавливающее из себя все новые яйца.
Но он знал, что если прикоснется к пирамиде, то на него нападет весь Рой и никакой дым их не удержит.
А Пояс горел и дрожал. Где-то в глубине башни хранится камень, который он ищет. Алмаз? Аметист? Изумруд? Лиф видел множество прозрачных, сиреневых и зеленых камней. Который из них тот самый?
Он откинул капюшон и задрал рубашку, чтобы посмотреть на Пояс. Из-за дыма топаз и рубин были почти не видны. Зато опал горел как огонь.
Что это значит? Лиф попытался вспомнить, что написано о магической силе опала в «Волшебном Поясе Тилоары».
* Опал, символ надежды, сияет всеми цветами радуги. Он показывает будущее и помогает тем, кто плохо видит. Опал…
Что дальше? Лиф плотно закрыл глаза, чтобы сосредоточиться, но это не помогло. Он не помнил продолжения.
Мальчик взглянул на вершину пирамиды. Скорее всего, камень должен быть там, потому что его бросили в Зыбучие пески незадолго до того, как свергли короля Эндона, то есть около шестнадцати лет назад, а башня сооружалась тысячелетиями.
На самой вершине торчал кинжал Жасмин. Это последнее, что забрал песок, поэтому он лежал сверху. Когда-нибудь металл заржавеет и развалится, но камень в рукоятке сохранится. Под кинжалом были золотые монеты, медаль чемпиона Ритмерских Игр и белые кости.
Лиф содрогнулся. На костях не осталось ни клочка плоти, но он знал, что это останки Карна Второго и Карна Восьмого, Серых Стражей. Рой работает быстро.
Вдруг мальчик осознал, что видит пирамиду лучше, чем раньше. Ему больше не мешает дым. Факел начал гаснуть. У Лифа засосало под ложечкой. Долго ли Рой будет бояться дыма и держаться у стен? Когда факел потухнет…
Лиф всматривался в кости, браслеты, камни, череп лошади, а под ним…
Его сердце замерло. Под ним лежал камень цвета звездной ночи.
В голове мгновенно вспыхнули забытые слова из «Пояса Тилоары»:
…Опал имеет особую связь с лазуритом, небесным камнем, могучим талисманом.
Лазурит! Он был встроен в ячейку, в которой пока не было личинки. Четвертый камень Пояса Тилоары.
Лиф потянулся к нему, но отдернул руку. Если вынуть камень, то упадет все то, что лежит сверху. И тогда Рой нападет на него. Смерть наступит раньше, чем он успеет донести лазурит до поверхности, и тогда и камень, и весь Пояс навсегда останутся в Улье.
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Я просто заново перевела уже переведенный текст через Гугл Переводчик (это я про английский текст, который находится выше)😑
Я рекомендую вам почитать эту книгу, она очень интересная! Автор — Эмили Родда
Песня: Shut Eye — Stealing Sheep
Мне показалось, что эти строки и настороение песни, вполне подходят сюда.
P.S. Лампочка: Буду делать наверное только скетчи
Лампочка: *делает 5 полноценок подряд*
Лампочка: Ой
Серьезно, даже в первой работе просто лайн чуть менее аккуратный
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