#shes jus a lil gal
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A demon slayer and jjk oc for your time?
#levys art#levy draws#levys oc#oc#my art#jjk oc#kny oc#shes jus a lil gal#hehehe <3#eclipse theming > moon > sun#<- personal opinion
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"Gosh, y' tease a punk-ass bitch once after he threatens t' kill ya and suddenly you're th' bad guy..."
#It is Hopelessness ;; Scourge#Feel the Sunshine ;; Dash Comm#she's jus' a lil' gal it's her birthday you wouldn't bully a lil' birthday gal on her birthday SHE HAS GLASSESS--
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jackie and wilson.
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summary: you haven’t been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.
pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader
word count: 4.1k
content: broody!luke, teenage dirtbag!luke but also not really, sprinkles of mean!luke, r is unbothered and does not gaf about his lil emo boy act, this is four thousand words of r being a pain in luke’s ass, probs will make a part 2 bc i love them your honour
notes: speaking my truth: i am a british gal. any banter in this about the new england states is entirely stuff i got from reddit so plz don’t scrutinise my american states knowledge
the layout of this fic is very much inspired by @murdrdocs if that wasn’t obvious but also icarus if u want me to change it i will jus say the word :00
PART I — she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild
All things considered, you took the news of your heritage pretty well.
Sure, there was a lot of yelling — mostly through the wall after you locked yourself in your room and started packing a bag — but at least you didn’t sit on it in denial for several hours.
Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming.
The first time you realised you could see things nobody else could, you tried to admit yourself into a ward. Your mom went a little panicky, and she never did perform well under pressure, so she caved and said you were special. Too special for the other kids at your school, too special for anyone to know about it.
After that, she got more tense. Eyes darting around whenever you guys went out in public, hand lingering for a second longer on your back before she sent you to school — as if she felt like she’d never see you again. She would stay up at night and read you old Greek tales before you went to sleep, and acted way too serious about it. More serious than when she would read you Dr Seuss.
Honestly, it was a miracle you went unknowing for so long. Maybe you were insignificant, or maybe the Stymphalian Pigeon that tried to kill you after school was just slow — because you were seventeen when you got attacked by your first monster.
You took it out pretty easily — and by that, I mean you outran it through the bustling streets of your hometown until it flew messily into a bus and you dodged your way to your apartment in a flurry. Your mom’s resolve cracked like a thin layer of ice and you were packed and ready to go to this camp she spoke of before the clock had hit four-thirty.
Most of the yelling that you guys did was along the lines of — “I can’t believe you waited this long to tell me!” — and — “I didn’t want you to leave!” — “I get that, but seriously mom, I almost got eaten by a bird today. A little context going in would’ve been nice!”
You threw yourself into a taxi — much to the disdain of your mother, who insisted on at least getting you to the hill. You then reminded her that she would have to pay the fare all the way back to their apartment and it honestly wouldn’t be worth it and that you’d call her when you got the chance. She let you go with a huff, folding her arms across her chest and creasing the silky material of her pink blouse.
The next hour was about as awkward as taxi rides go, even more so when you got out in the middle of nowhere. You weren’t even sure you were at the bottom of the right hill but sent the poor guy on his way anyway and prayed to whoever your divine parent was that you weren’t about to get gunned down by an angry farmer for mistaking his land for a summer camp.
Thankfully, the empty fields shimmered into something worth travelling for when you took a tentative step across its threshold. The sun seemed to get brighter and the breeze became softer. It was nice from where you stood, and it probably would’ve gotten nicer the closer you got.
Had you not tripped over a rock and tumbled down the hill ungracefully, landing in a heap at the bottom, a few feet away from a dirt path that split off in two directions. You sat up with a huff, blowing your hair out of your eyes and squinting at your surroundings now that they were much closer. You didn’t bother to heave yourself up, catching your breath and letting your gaze flitter over the scenery.
It was cute.
Then the distinct sound of horse hooves clipping against the ground evaded your ears, and you looked up to greet the centaur who now stood above you. You thanked the gods for your moms intricately detailed bedtime stories as you pulled yourself up onto your feet and allowed yourself to be introduced to Chiron and Mr. D, who then led you to the four story house that overlooked the valley.
Your induction was swift and sweet — since you pretty much knew and had accepted everything already. There were a couple of glances and muttered comments about how you had gone so long without being targeted, but Chiron had said he wanted you to get the tour before dinner so you could settle straight to bed after the campfire, and caught some young kid by the t-shirt as he ran past, asking him politely if he could send Luke over.
The awkward two minutes it took for your tour guide to reach you stretched on for a painful amount of time, but you would relive it a hundred times over if it meant you didn’t have to experience the agony you called your first meeting with Luke Castellan.
He was tall, with a dark mop of curls that hung over his furrowed brows. His skin was tanned from all the time he spent in the sun, and his shoulders were broad enough to intimidate, but not broad enough that you were intimidated. He was your age, seemingly, and the cuffs of his green cargo pants brushed against his ankles only an inch higher than they would sit on an average person.
His most memorable feature, however, had to be the deep scar that stretched from the top of his left brow all the way to his cheekbone — it was jagged and sharp, cutting across his eye roughly, as if he had been clawed. He probably had. It was raised and shone pink under the sun, so you could tell it was fairly new, but it had healed over enough to indicate that Luke was probably tired of hearing people ask about it. So you didn’t. You barely gave it a glance before you raised your brows at him with a cheeky grin and gave him your name.
He nodded minutely, one of the only movements he made after he’d parked himself in front of you other than the sliding of his eyes from one person to another as they spoke to him. After Chiron and Mr D had given him the rundown, he gave a slight nod of his head in one direction before walking away and expecting you to follow.
You caught up to him, sidling up on his left with a huff and a smile, “I’m getting the feeling that you're sorta sick of this giving this tour all the time.”
He didn’t respond. He just looked at you, and then stopped walking, watching as you froze two steps ahead of him before shuffling back to his side sheepishly. Then he lifted an unbothered hand to the right, “Those are the strawberry fields.” He then gestured ahead, “That’s the beach.” And then to the left, “Those are the training fields.”
Then he started walking again, and you hesitated for only a second before following, “Wow. Don’t give me too much information all at once.”
Your sarcastic comment was ignored, and Luke nodded towards the bank of cabins you were nearing, “These are the cabins. Twelve. One for each Olympian. You’ll stay in the Hermes cabin until you’re claimed.”
“Right.” You nodded, “God of Travellers. Makes sense.”
He let out a breath, not pausing in his stride as he passed through the curve of houses, not sparing a glance to any of them. You took notice of how the other kids looked at him in apprehension, with a hint of fear when he got too close. He cut down an alley between two cabins — one with a dangerous amount of barbed wire across the top and another that glowed gold under the sunlight — before the pair emerged through the trees at a pavilion.
“This is where we eat.” He said. “Dinner is soon.”
“Cool.” You nodded, “What are the options? Because if food here is lacking, then I will be packing.”
You let out a useless chuckle at your own joke, but it landed flat. “Yeah, that wasn’t funny.” You muttered lowly. With a click of your tongue, you glanced over the horizon and pointed at something from afar. A tall structure that stuck out the tops of the trees, “What’s that?”
“The climbing wall.” Luke answered plainly.
“And that?”
“The Amphitheatre.”
You looked up at him, pulling a face he didn’t bother to glance at. Then you noticed a bunch of campers filing through the trees and into the pavilion the two of you stood at the edge of. They entered in groups and made their way to their designated tables, chattering and gossiping as they did.
You looked at Luke, “Well, that was…great. Truly, a riveting experience. I will say, though — your delivery needs some work. The dark and gloomy act works most of the time, but not when you’re giving a guided tour.”
That got him to look at you, and you held back your triumphant smirk. He frowned, “What?”
You shrugged, “I’m just saying, nobody is going to listen to you talk about this place if you describe it like this.” You lowered your tone into a subpar impression of his voice, and you swore you saw his brows twitch. Clearing your throat, you waved a hand, “No need to worry about that now, though. Just point me in the direction of the Hermes table and I’ll be out of your strangely well-conditioned hair.”
Another eyebrow twitch. You were getting the hang of this. Maybe one day you could get him to move other parts of his face!
You half expected the boy to ignore you and walk off — and he did. But it was in the direction of the Hermes table, so you counted it as him showing you the way. Most of the campers were seated by the time you’d arrived, and you were thus forced to sit yourself on the end of the bench, uncomfortably beside him. He was unbothered.
During dinner you were swiftly introduced to some of your peers — Chris Rodriguez gave you a lopsided grin and informed you politely that you would need to sacrifice some of your food before you got stuck into it. Travis and Connor Stoll sidled up on either side of you as you grumbled at the hearth, and yapped your ear off about the fundamentals of camp.
(So all the sneaky stuff Chiron doesn’t know about. Like how you can skip out on archery training if Lee is the one running it because he never has it in him to snitch. Or that the pegasi stables were the go-to hook up spot for summer campers, but the back of the Amphitheater was the go-to hook up spot for the year-rounders. When you asked what the difference was, they winked, and when you asked what happened if a year-rounder hooked up with a summer camper, they chuckled and walked off.)
Chiron gave you an introduction that made you feel like a new kid being asked to tell the class one fun fact about yourself, and around six kids at your table asked if it hurt when you fell down the hill.
Overall, a good first night. As far as first nights at a summer camp for half-gods goes. By the time all the campers had gone back to their respective cabins, you were ready to turn in and clock out for the day.
But you wanted to try one more time. Last attempt, and then you’d let it go.
When Luke — who you had discovered earlier was the counsellor of the Hermes cabin, and apparently a role model for the kids — came over and silently handed you a folded orange shirt with a leather cord sitting on top of it, you smirked.
“Hey, now we can match. How cute.”
He blinked at you, “Everyone is wearing the same thing.”
“The same shirts, you mean.” You tilted your head, “But we’re both wearing green cargos. And white socks. White sneakers.” Your grin widened as you watched his eyes flit down your form, taking in the outfit you had on. You were right — the only difference between you two was the white tank top you had on, soon to be replaced by the shirt he had just handed to you. You thought for a moment that it would work, that he would make a face, or say more than two sentences to you in response.
But he didn’t. He just huffed and walked away, and you watched with an appalled expression. You narrowed your eyes.
Okay, so maybe you weren’t ready to let it go yet.
The next morning, you were rudely awakened by a small child who was sprawled across your torso, having shifted from his own sleeping bag that was beside yours. He couldn’t have been any older than six, his orange camp shirt sitting like a dress on him, and if he wasn’t snoring into your chest, you would’ve thought he was adorable.
But you really needed to pee.
After you slowly but surely lifted him back onto his own pillow, you stood up with a stretch and stepped precariously over the other kids, balancing carefully on the tips of your toes so you didn’t step on any of them. The sun was barely rising, and you were the only one awake, so you held your breath and reached out for the handle of the bathroom door.
“That’s not your bathroom.”
You flinched, losing your balance and toppling back. A hand between your shoulder blades prevented you from crushing any of the kids on the floor, and you steadied yourself before meeting the eyes of the person who spoke.
Luke was staring intently at you, his eyes blinking hard as if he’d only just woken up. He was in nothing but a pair of blue sweat-shorts and you fought the urge to rake your eyes over his bare torso, watching as he lowered his hand back to his side, “That’s the counsellor's bathroom.”
“Right.” Came a low mutter, under your breath. Then louder, you asked, “Well, where is the campers bathroom?”
“Outside.” He answered, “Around the back of the cabins.”
“Out—“ You started, and then realised everyone else was asleep and swiftly lowered your volume, but kept your expression exaggerated. Wide eyes, furrowed brows. “Outside?”
“Yes.”
“But…it’s cold out there.”
“We have a controlled climate.��� He said, folding his arms across his chest. His biceps tensed, “It’s never cold.”
You let out a sigh, throwing your thumb over your shoulder and pointing at the door, “Can’t I just use this one? You aren’t using it, and everyone else is asleep, they’d never know!”
He stared at you blankly and stayed silent for a long time. You wouldn’t be surprised if he just never said anything until you walked away, which you were well prepared to do, letting out a deep breath and folding your own arms over to preserve heat as you clambered towards the front door, muttering complaints under your breath the whole time. You made it three feet (or two sleeping bags) away from him when he finally piped up.
“Be quick.”
Turning around, Luke was already making his way back to his own bed, and you ogled shamelessly at his back muscles as you shuffled to his bathroom and made your way inside. You did your business quickly as requested and washed your hands under the low pressure of the sink before cracking the door open once more. The cabin was the same, everyone else still sleeping calmly. Luke was standing by his bunk, now clad in black shorts and his camp shirt. He paid you no mind when you padded back to your sleeping bag, grabbing your bag and stifling through the clothes you had packed.
You walked up to breakfast with the unclaimed girl you had met the previous night — Lana — and listened and she told you intently about the lore of Luke Castellan.
“He never used to be the way he is. He was happier before, always grinning. More than ready to help anyone here. He was…well, everyone either wanted to be with him or be him.”
“And then what happened?”
“He went on a quest. It went wrong. He came back with that ugly scar and he hasn’t been the same since.”
You made a comment that the scar wasn’t ugly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d add on that it made him look pretty hot. But you did know better, and you knew that Luke was three people ahead of you in the line and could probably hear what you were saying. So you kept that tidbit to yourself and ate your cereal in silence.
When breakfast was over, you stood from the bench and turned, only to stop short when you realised Luke was standing behind you. Looking up at him, you raised a brow, “Yes?”
“I’m showing you around today.”
“You showed me around yesterday.”
His lips tightened, “We’re actually doing stuff today. Seeing what you’re good at.”
“Oh.” You ran your tongue over your teeth and nodded, “Well, where do we start?”
“Archery.”
Turns out, you were pretty awful at archery. Even after you’d stopped firing arrows into the treeline, you still never hit the middle of the target. Lee had to correct your posture four times, and you broke six arrows. Eventually, you decided that Apollo was not your father, and shuffled over to where Luke stood beneath the shade of a tree — where he had been standing the whole hour.
“Y’know, just because you’ve got this broody bad boy thing going on, doesn’t mean you have to linger in the shadows all the time.” You commented, picking at your fingernails and readjusting the long sleeve you wore under your camp shirt, “You just look weird.”
Luke pointed at your cheekbone, “You’re bleeding.”
You huffed, “I know.” You kept holding your bow too close to the side of your face and the feathers of the arrows kept scratching you whenever you let them fly. Lee mentioned how most people make that mistake the first time round, but you’d done it so much that he’d cut your lesson short and told you to get a bandaid from one of his siblings. You didn’t.
He stared at your cut for a moment, like he was thinking hard about something. But he didn’t, and pushed himself off the tree he was leaning against and brushed past you, “Let’s go to the forges.”
You were better at blacksmithing than you were at archery, but the sword Charles Beckendorf was helping you weld still came out wonky and discoloured. He was a nice kid, funny, and your lowered spirits from your previous task had been quickly uplifted despite you not having much skill in his department. He let you keep the sword anyway, and you swung it jokingly at Luke as he led you to the Amphitheater.
You made swooshing noises as you did so, chuckling when he didn’t so much as flinch, “Don’t act so tough, Castellan, I could take you out even with a dodgy sword.”
“You couldn’t.” He muttered, “I’m the best sword fighter here.”
You let out an over dramatic gasp, running ahead and swivelling around so you could meet his eyes, “Holy shit, was that…did you just…tell me something about yourself?” You grinned and his frown deepened, “Aw, Luke. We’re getting somewhere! This is amazing, I’m so proud. Soon enough we’ll be best frien — “
Before you could finish your incessant teasing, Luke grabbed your forearm and yanked you in front of him just as a kid on an out-of-control Pegasus toppled past you. You watched him disappear in mild shock, before looking back at the boy in front of you, “Hey, thanks. Almost got trampled. How embarrassing.”
He narrowed his gaze, “Do you not take anything seriously?”
You shrugged, “Not really. I’d ask you the same question, but…” You made a face. It was obvious that he was very serious, even if he never used to be.
“Let’s go.” Was his boring response, moving swiftly past you and into the Amphitheatre so quickly you would’ve assumed he was trying to get away from you. (Which he definitely was).
You weren’t really all that bothered, not when you were having so much fun pissing him off.
It took all of ten minutes for Luke to put your sword fighting lesson to an end. Not only had you insisted on fighting with the wonky sword rather than a working training one, you also kept pushing him with your hands whenever he got too close.
“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”
“Hey, it’s working, isn’t it?”
You were pretty shit at it anyway, so you didn’t fight him when he said you were cutting your lesson short. You simply tucked your weapon onto the sheath he’d handed you and followed him down the hill to the dining pavilion.
“So, where are you from?”
He didn’t answer you for a couple of minutes, something you’d been well prepared for. But you couldn’t help but ask — he intrigued you. A little too much, maybe.
You continued, “Because you seem like a Mass guy.”
Luke stopped in his tracks, turning to you, “Mass…achusetts?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, fighting off your amused smile when he pulled a face. Finally, an expression!
Truth was, Lana had told you he was from Connecticut. You just wanted to see how he’d react, if he would react at all — apparently he isn’t immune to everything.
“I’m from CT.” He made it very clear, and you tried your hardest not to laugh. “Okay? I'm not some Boston Masshole, got it?”
You raised your hands in surrender, “Got it.”
He stared at you for a second longer, as if to ensure you really did have it. Squinting at your amused smile before nodding and continuing his walk. You thought it would go back to silence, but apparently you’d lit a fuse.
“I mean, what makes you think I'm from MA?” He asked, his tone of voice so appalled you’d think he’d been accused of some sort of crime. “Do I smell like shit?”
A chuckle, “What?”
But he just whirled on you once more, lifting his arm and gesturing to his pit, “Do I? Do I stink of shit?”
You didn’t feel like sniffing him, so you just shook your head, still laughing, “No.”
“Then what — ?” He stopped, narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”
You tried to hide your smile, but it was getting really difficult. The last two days he’d been nothing but broody and miserable, one word quips being his only form of communication other than dark frowns. But one mention of Mass and he’s suddenly down to chit chat? You couldn’t help but laugh — unfortunately, it only spurred him on.
“You think this is funny?” He scoffed, nodding, “Yeah, bet you’re from Maine too.”
Your laughter continued, little giggles spilling out of you whenever you thought about the situation too hard. You shrugged, “I don’t think I wanna tell you after this.”
Luke nodded like he was expecting you to say that, “Something a Mainer would say, I’m sure.”
You grinned wide, very proud of yourself for getting a visceral reaction out of the boy — even if you had to piss him off to do it. Just as you went to reply with a witty comeback that would have him ranting and raving for the rest of the night, the dinner conch sounded, interrupting what you’re sure would’ve been a very entertaining conversation.
You walked on past him, not stopping, but slowing down so you could cough into your fist, “Flatlander.”
You didn’t look back but you did hear him scoff in shock, and you were sure he stood there frozen for at least twenty seconds because he entered the pavilion way later than you did. He made a point to fix you with an annoyed stare as he sat down a few people away from you — and Chris raised a brow.
“What’d you do to him?”
You shrugged, digging into your mashed potatoes before anyone could tell you to wait until you’d made your offering, “Told him he looked like a Bay Stater.”
He chuckled, wincing under his breath and shaking his head, “You’re evil. I like it.”
You smirked and said nothing — but whenever your eyes flickered over to Luke, his were just flickering away from you.
#@lia’s works#joined a new england subreddit for this fic#so pls give it some love#taking requests#luke castellan#luke castellan x reader#pjo
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RAHHH i’m back 👹👹👹
today i made the subconcious decision to pull for c1 hutao with my 30 saved wishes for furina and genuinely cannot tell if i’m upset abt it or not (i have so many unbuilt 5 stars it’s TERRIBLE i cannot afford to add her to my collection 😭.)
BUT IM NOT HERE TO RANT YOUR EAR OFF!
i’m here to deliver that lynette version you oh so requested 😘
NOTE: IK YOU LEGIT JUST GOT BACK INTO WRITING SO DONT FEEL THE NEED TO WRITE THIS ASAP JUST LET IT SIT UNTIL YOU FEEL UR CREATIVE MIND JUICES FLOWING AND TAKE GOOD CARE OF YOURSELF 👹👹👹👹
but yes, i thought while it’s fresh in my mind i’ll submit this entry to you for when you feel like writing this specific prompt 😁
SO without further adieu,
FOUND FAMILY /w COMFORT PT 2: so this is following a similar path to my freminet one. basically m!reader decided to take a peaceful walk around the court of fontaine with freminet (it can be a continuation of the first part or a completely seperate writing piece, up to you!) and on the way they run into lynette. ofc they invite her along and ask why she isn’t with her brother, and she explains how he’s off with the traveller on some errands.
they all decide to sit down to have some tea & sweets and m!reader offers to order (bc freminet is a lil shy and lynette jus isn’t a people gal), so freminet goes to sit at a table & lynette stands in line to wait for the order after m!reader has finished paying (once again, lyney scored bae material 😍).
after m!reader sits down with freminet and starts a lil conversation abt what he found diving a few days ago, he notices lynette getting hit on by some random dude. she’s visibly uncomfortable and attempting to move away from this man but he is PERSISTENT (not physically touching her but he’s pretty pushy)
ofc, m!reader isn’t gonna tolerate this vile behaviour towards his future sister-in-law, so he goes up to the man and creates distance between the two and (not so kindly) tells the dude to fuck off. creepo notices the vision on our person (idm what element 🫶🏻) and quickly scurries off.
m!reader verbally assures lynette (he’s wary of making her uncomfortable by hugging her bc ifykyk) that he won’t let anything happen to her whilst he’s around and lynette gives a lil smile (FJAKFKWKFKQ I LOVE THE TRIO SM 😭)
eventually the tea & cakes come and freminet runs up to lynette worried abt her, but she jus reassures him that she’s okay and they enjoy a peaceful afternoon snack together <33
later on m!reader gets a knock on his door, only to open it and find a teary eyed lyney with a massive fuckin bouquet. ofc we’re in shock, but before we question everything he chucks them on the floor of our house and gives us a massive hug, thanking us once again for looking out so much for his family (with lynette’s heartbreaking backstory i just know something like this would freak lyney tf out). we just hug him back and say how his family is our family and how he loves lyney’s siblings like his own (fixing my family issues w this request for real 😔) and i’m lyney is 100% planning their marriage once more in his head 😭.

Found Family (Lynette ver.)
Characters: Freminet, Lynette & Lyney x GN!Reader (no mention of gender, but reader is putting ring on Lyney's finger in daydream at the end)
Summary: Lynette is attacked by a creep, but Lyney's future husband/partner comes to the rescue!
Warnings: Creep attacking Lynette, fluff, silly little Lyney at the end
Word count: 674
A/n: Okayyy I have an ask from over a year ago about reader’s first time with Kazuha and I wanna write that so bad?? Do you guys want that too?👀 (This is not a continuation of the Freminet ver.)
The streets of the Court of Fontaine were busy as a usual weekend afternoon would make them. You were walking around, observing the different food stalls and stores with Freminet trailing you. The boy was looking around at different things that interested him, tugging on your sleeve to show you items from time to time. (HELP HE’S SO ADORABLE) Suddenly, you spotted a familiar whisp of hair in the distance. You take Freminet’s hand and pull him to catch up with the other person.
“Lynette!” You call out to the boy’s sister, catching her attention. She turns around and gives you a nod in greeting. “Hello, [Y/N].” She ruffles her brother’s hair to greet him, as she usually would.
Lynette had a good feeling about you as soon as Lyney had introduced you to her. She had a knack for being able to ‘detect’ someone’s intentions and from day one, she was sure you were a good person. Normally she would keep her guard up and try to protect her brothers from people who would try to take advantage of them, but… You were different. She approved of you.
You invite them both for some tea and sweets at a smaller café, bringing them over to find a table. You ask them what they both want and head over to place the order at the counter. As you finish telling the server the orders and paying, you return to the table and sit with Freminet, striking up light conversation. When you turn to the lineup to see where Lynette is, you find a man getting quite close to her. You knew she was not a fan of social interactions, so it was a little odd to see someone acting so familiar with the girl while she was looking nervous. Something about his mannerisms was getting to you, but you could not quite figure out what it was until he touched her upper arm. The sudden disrespect towards your (future) sister-in-law prompts you to walk up to the two, and you grab the man’s arm holding on hard enough to make him let go.
“Kindly leave, before I make you.” You say, with a sarcastic smile on your face. Lynette is standing behind a hand resting on the area the man had been grabbing. He laughs in disbelief and scoffs.
“Or what? She obviously wants me.” Lynette turns away in disgust to wait at the counter for the order. Your vision glows and your grip strengthens.
“Or you’ll regret it.” An expression of fear settles on his face as he sees the anger in your eyes. You let his arm go and he turns around and leaves without saying another word. You turn back to Lynette, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder to get her attention.
“You okay?” You ask her. She nods and you both take the order and join Freminet at the table.
The tea and sweets get gobbled up and the three of you make your way back to the siblings’ home after finishing up. You say your goodbyes and you part ways with them, heading back to your small apartment.
A few hours later, a knock is heard at the door. You open it to see Lyney holding a massive bouquet with tears in his eyes. Before you can question him, he drops the bouquet on the ground and throws himself in your arms.
“Thank you so much for taking care of my siblings!!” He says into your neck, your arms coming to wrap around his back after you recover from your shock.
After a few moments, you pull him away from you and set your hands on both his shoulders.
“Your family is mine, Lyney. You entrusted your siblings with me, so I cared for them.” His eyes water up again and he hugs you even harder than the first time. As he cries into your shoulder, his mind keeps replaying a scene of you slipping a ring over his finger to tie the knot between you both forever.
Not 100% proud of this one but eh :/
#genshin x reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x gn reader#lyney x reader#lyney x gn reader#lyney x y/n#lynett x reader#lynette x gn reader#lynette x y/n#freminet x reader#freminet x gn reader#freminet x y/n
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“If you can’t get us out of here, I don’t want to hear it.”
now don't go tellin' gambit he can't do somethin', 'cos that's how you get a gambit that decides he will do somethin' so help him god and to hell with them consequences!
this job was s'posed to be easy as pie, easy as a lie, easy as fallin' off a log. you an' about three other fellas follow lil miss here and make sure nothin' happens to her, as is the simple work of a body guard. best part was he could keep his eyes hidden by sportin' sunglasses like he was some kinda joe cool trailing the president or somethin'.
but things had t'get hard, didn't they? the three others were gone, each taken out like sunday's trash. far too quick but gambit wasn't all talk and face.
rightfully so, the gal shot her mouth off before gambit could say anything to her or the wannabe kidnappers closing in around them. hoo boy, she was some kinda mad!
"listen here, petite princesse, y'gonna hear somethin' whether you like it or not cos' what gambit do ain't quiet," a hidden glow of crimson irises peeked out from the frames he was sportin'.
all in all the whole thing took less than a minute. he grabbed some trinket off her desk and palmed it like a baseball, charged it up, and took out all the men with one wall-shakin' BOOM!
after, with them layin' on the ground stunned and eyebrows singed off, he glanced over his shoulder at the boss lady.
"i say we jus' take the front door, looks clear t'me, oui? you okay back there?"
@draconisa
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politely and totally normally introduce yourself
RALPH DEVLIN: Hi, Sir. The name’s Ralph Devlin. I have normal things going on in my head.
Flex doesn’t seem to be affected by your stilted opening, just giving you a hearty slap on the back with a jolly chuckle.
FLEX SPANDECKS: CAHAW! YOU SURE ARE A MIGHTY GUY, RALPH! US MIGHTY GUYS MUST STICK TOGETHER, DON’T YOU THINK SO?! IT’S JUST YOU AND ME, PAL! US AGAINST THE-
???: Off ya go again, Spandy? Y’ain’t the only feller ‘round these parts workin’ ‘gainst the bad fight, y’reckon?
You turn around to see a woman with a lasso in hand. She is tall, muscular - but her demeanor, incredibly bright. She greets you with a smile, the kind that you feel in your soul.
YVONNE VONSTEN: Well ‘owdy, partner! Mighty fine meetin’ you in the skin for once! I’m Yvonne, y’know me - Lar’s gal? Aw, Lar-bear’s had nothin’ but high horses he’s done said about you - ‘f only he were around to get a full Vonsten-Presipence reunion!
YVONNE VONSTEN: Where’vr he went, he took lil’ Dahl with ‘em…those two, I tell ya. Worried sick, I am!
YVONNE VONSTEN: But don’t go cryin’ over spilt milk, cowpoke. We’ll round ‘em up when time comes to time, yea? Pretty dang hard to lose those two - ‘spesh with Spandy lendin’ a helpin’ hand.
YVONNE VONSTEN: Let’s jus’ hope it doesn’t get ‘im shot in the back, eh?
FLEX SPANDECKS: WHAT’RE YA JABBIN’ ABOUT?
YVONNE VONSTEN: Jus’ a simple de-breefin’, pal! Nothin’ more, nothin’ less.
Looks like you’re in good company.
(What do you say next?)
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My oc, the bbg herself, Sammy 💗💗💗
Shes jus a lil dragon gal, a queen even.
#monster#monster oc#monster girl#dragon#terato#monster lover#character design#monster character#my oc art#original character#digital art#dragon oc#my art#anthro#scene girl#emo#2000s scemo
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“i was drunk, and it didn’t mean a thing” SURPRISE ME!
some meme || @pinkxperfectionisms
💥⋆｡˚⁀➷❝ Well ain't you a lil fireball ? No good mornin' ? No ' how's it goin' Negan ? By the way nice Dick you got there Big boy ! ' Nothin' like that... ? Jus' coming my way actin' like you own the place with a stick up that pretty ass of yours. Pfftt, sweetheart we both know you didn't have 'nough booze to take away from what happened last night. ❞ SMIRK PLASTURED ON HIS FEATURES , HIS EYEBROWS RAISED WITH AMUSMENT AT THE PRETTY BLONDE who came with a RUSH ! Boy did she make the others SCATTER like a bunch of rodents. He's swinging his bat Lucille around, whistling a little tune of his own as he looks up at the sky, hand placed over his forehead, acting as if he swung a homerun across the field while also playing his little games to piss off the BLONDE.
THE LEADER could feel the BURN OF HER GLARES on the back of his head, but he pays her no mind, doesn't give her the satisfaction.... not because he didn't want to.... hell, she's a looker herself so why wouldn't he want to look at her--- AGAIN. But he does so to make her FUME.... ladies are much hotter when riled up and pissed, anyways.
FINALLY.... what feels like forever, Negan twist his body around, Bat swung over his shoulder as he faces the FIREY LADY herself. He recalls last night being rather pleasant for the two of them. He had invited her for a couple of drinks and dinner. Hey, even in a world surrounded by the dead, chivalry wasn't dead. He liked to think he was still a romantic at heart, and could show a gal a good time.... she came, they laughed and well shit turned into something unexpecting and Negan fully enjoyed the unexpecting. It's what kept him on his toes.
He could remember the outlines of her body, the curves, the way she gasped when he touched her, the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head. So, so much more he could tell her, but with the others watching.... usually he loved an audience but...... decided that if she wanted to talk, this could be taken elsewhere and more privately. He wasn't much of a man who cared for privacy. Negan leans closely towards her, head titled and a curved against the corner of his lip before he whispers a few words to her. ❝ Don't act like you didn't loooooove it, sweetheart. You and I both know you jus' tryin' to be a toughie-tough in front of all these people, and I get it.... go on ahead and act how you wanna act... but we both know what happened in that room. And we both know you enjoyed it. It wasn't the alcohol, it was all us baby.❞
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Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse's past that associates with said word.
Hope
Put a word in my askbox and I will give you a bad AND good memory from my muse's past that associates with said word
🔱|| Hope. Such a short word yet so bittersweet and emotionally weighty. It was a word that bought a small but distant smile to Wheeljack’s lip-plates.
“It’sa big word that one, ‘Champ. Pretty beautiful though. Ya’ gotta’ be optimistic an’ hopeful in war, even if your odds are slimmer than a fibre optic. There are times where ya’ do kinda’ slump an’ lose yourself sittin’ on ya’ can. I got hopeful when I reunited with ‘Spray…”
There’s a garble of static that bursts from his vocaliser upon the mention of his fallen comrade, and he swiftly tears his cyan optics away to fall to the floor.
“…all those cycles fallin’ loops around every lil’ nook an’ cranny searchin’ for likeminded chumps, an’ I get lucky for all of a few cycles. I’d hoped we’d visit memory lane an’ go off galavantin’ the stars, heh…maybe even with ‘Bulk in tow. Though, I doubt he’d wanna leave his lil’ gal. I didn’t get the affection really then, but I know now that I wouldn’t leave her behind neither. She’s family, jus’ like Ol’ barnaclebutt…had been. An’ ya’ don’t leave family. Contradictin’ my old self there a bit, I know. But I wouldn’t leave any of them now. Not for a sparkbeat,”
There’s another small smile pulling on the scars of his intake now, more conscious than it had been.
“It ain’t all doom an’ gloom, ‘Kid. It may be a flip floppin’ game dancin’ with hope but it keeps any good ‘Ol ‘Bot goin’. I think we all hope for our planet to pumpin’ out kiddies an’ be all bright an’ shiny. I may enjoy the loner lifestyle now an’ again, but even a war-hardened Wrecker such as myself can get a lil’ hopeful, homesick an’ broody~”
#🔱|| let the wreck see the rule#|| prompted •#🗡• rugged individual#🗡• philandering fool#@malika-carnelian#@legitconcrusher
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"Funny Sex stories? I got a couple-- dis one ain't exactly mine-- but I rememba dis one time, s'kinda hazy, was drunk as shit wit dis gal pal'o mine--former fiancee-- ehhh-- look day part is a lil dizzyin' but da quick route is she fell in love wit m'brotha-- ANYWAY we was all drunk. Her, me, an' m'bro doh I t'ink he had more sense than us-- anyway so I got the rooms confused, --we was drunk and the two of em were kinda gettin'hot and heavy-- so we got a couple rooms-- anyway I went inta da wrong one. Thought I locked m'self out of mine-- nah jus went inta the wrong room. Niss was tryin'ta get some wit her an' my dumbass didn't even realize what was happenin. Jus crawled right in bed with their naked asses, laid right in the middle.
Awkward as fuck at the time. Now? Fuckin funny drunk story.
Course I gotta few funny sex stories of my own but I got so many of em' hate ta bore ya about shit wit all my johns.
No way you's interested in them~
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"Oho if it isn't big L hiMself. What do I oWe the pleasure? Vin Vin givin ya hell or soMefin'?"
"She's a lot to handle ahhaa. but she's a rad gal. Glad I can have soMeone like that.. and hey kinda funny hoW we got so buddy buddy With the saMe purple like that."
"N(s). It's n(s)t ab(s)ut )(er... t)(i-s> time"
"Eyy- then who could it be about? Maybe your lil beta f-"
"If y(s)u fini-s>)( t)(at, I will put y(s)u in a c)((s)ke)((s)ld.. and t)(i-s> time I w(s)n't let g(s)."
>Lammek presses his finger against the purples shoulder.. the threat was there.. albeit Lammek was never able to *actually* hurt his friend... even if he tests his fucking nerves
"Pff- Ease up pal. No one else is here, just us tWo. Made sure... Still feel aWfully bad that soMeone overheard Me and JaWs. Can't really apologize enough about it.. but hey. Kinda lit a fire under yer asses. Cause I knoW you Would've stayed idle until you seriously fuckin cracked.. and that Wouldn't be pretty to Watch. I've heard about that tiMe. AlMost considered offerin' to find ya a pale. Dunno your type but Whoever has ta be able to stand toe to toe With you for sure."
"... I t)(ink if any(s)ne )(ere need-s> a fire lit under t)(eir ar-s>e, it'-s> y(s)u- b(s)y... Y(s)u're a c(s)ward."
>Nakaou seems to open his mouth- but Lammeks hand lightly gets smacked over it. Silencing the purple.
"Ai-s>)(.. Ju-s>t dr(s)p it. Y(s)u alway-s> -s>eem t(s) d(s) t)(e (s)pp(s)-s>ite (s)f w)(at I -s>ay anyway-s>..."
" -s>(s), are we g(s)ing t(s) g(s) (s)ut (s)r w)(at?"
"Man noW I don't even Wanna go.... I kid I kid. Yeah leMMie get My shit and We can roll."
#ic musing#lammek#nakaou#open#:]#if anyone wants#jusy been thinking about them RHHE#long#however B^J#They r friends#joy ride
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Welcome to my blog!!!
My name's Cassie(She/her) and I'm a puppygirl who adores space and playin games! This blog is just me documenting my experience as a puppygirl playin vibeo games!
What this blog is:
I'm basically jus gonna be posting as if im like myself(tiny dumb lil dog girl) in games that m playin! All my travels will be tagged with #space puppy adventures
Think of it as a sorta soft rp kinda thing!
Who this blog is for:
If you like autistic queer bitches who reject their humanity, then I'm your gal!
If you have yet to slay the part of you that cringes, DNI please
Minors and cishets DNI
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so far the strongest story ive seen is lil miss dancer with her balls first intro and a pretty solid damn motivation to go around travelin. come through revenge plot. come through losing yourself to the darkness. come through was all of this worth it in the end. come through intro arc villain that i wanted to shank the most. shes got it all ladies n gentlemen
weakest story i think is lady hunter like i love her best gal would pay for her to snap my spine like a celery stick but she doesnt seem the time to go involvin herself in other business esp in the university like homegirl doth speaketh liken this with nary the experience needeth for human interaction and you expect me to believe she willingly went and involved herself in academic politics? bruh
fave character to absolutely no ones surprise is asshole white hair anime pretty boy thief. i saw his character art and went 👀 would have picked him if archer didnt shoot me through the heart. then i heard his fuckin voice and rest is history im in love with this man now, i will be planning an extravagant seaside wedding where neither of us are invited and we jus crash the party im gonna make him suffer in fanfiction so bad
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“Penny for your thoughts” Surge
Send “Penny for your thoughts” to find out what my muse really thinks of yours
"Yyyyup. Here's the complicated one.
"Look, lemme be clear--Surge is a great gal and she's a good friend. 'Lil misguided, needs a lotta help. An' I'm down 'ta give it to her, alright? If ya wanna know how I feel about her then that's that an' we can end it right there.
"But,
"Ever since she told me--er, not me, my ''cat'' I guess--about what happened to her... I jus' dunno how 'ta feel. I know Iun't like her like I do Lyli or Sony. There ain't nothin' there for that.
"But.
"She's got that same confidence Lyli does, knowin' what she is an' ain't afraid 'ta show it. She's got some'a her scars, she's got some'a her looks--the girl ain't gonna flick her hair at me any time soon but those damn eyes I swear I'm seein' Lyli all over again.
"Is that why I'm helpin' her so much? 'Cause'a Lyli? Would I even help if--
"Eh, no, I probably would.
"But still. Bein' aroun' her.
"I... I feel kinda... like the old times. Like it's just me an' Lyli again. Ain't got nobody else 'ta deal with. Nobody else 'ta mess with. From when we first got that treehouse, until I got this gem an' Sony showed up.
"She makes me feel how I did back then. When I ain't have all these stupid responsibilities and stress from stupid greedy mayors all on my back. When I could bother Lyli an' just shoot the shit with her. When we'd laugh an' play games an' watch shows an' cuddle jus' 'cause we loved each other, we wanted 'ta be aroun' each other. I feel so damn relaxed aroun' her--
"DAMN IT, I AIN'T HAVIN' ANOTHER AFFAIR, I DON'T LIKE HER LIKE THAT.
"Iunno how else 'ta explain it. Me an' Lyli were in a pretty comfy spot for a bit there where we were the only people that mattered. Sure, we hugged and cuddled and were very touchy-feely with each other 'cause like, best friends, and also had this unrequited shit goin' on damn I wish one of us said somethin' sooner.
"But this ain't exactly that, either. I see Lyli in her, but the Lyli I'd call my best friend. Which is weird. Because I still have feelings for Lyli--that I have come to terms with. That's what's making it fuckin' weird for me 'ta pinpoint because I know for a fact when I see her face I don't wanna do any romance stuff. But.
"Man is it selfish 'ta say that I was really happy when she said she'd be movin' here? That my Ly--fuck, that Surge would be livin' here an' I could chill with her like every day? Dun't even need a momento, I can just drive to Cory's and chill with her and 'cause some fuckin' mischief. Be fuckin' bad, do fun stuff with her.
"I hate this. I'm gettin' Lyli vibes again from all my fuckin' words but I know in my heart that ain't what I'm feelin'. But am I deludin' myself in'ta thinkin' that? Or do I really think that? Iun't fuckin' know!!!
"Maybe I'm jus' bein' a baby an' I wanted more friends. More people that are like, tangible. Not somethin' I gotta keep teleportin' back an' forth for.
"Maybe I saw another destroyed person, an' I wanted 'ta help her as best as I could. I helped Lilac, every single day I helped that girl the best I could.
"Maybe I can help her too. That she's more than just Brevon's toy--DAMN IT I DID IT AGAIN.
"I'm done. Take my nonsense an' get out."
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Jayce is jus me when one of my fluffy gals take a random piece of food outta my plate. However I am even more dramatic about it because I lie there and watch her slowly reach into my plate and gasp the entire 5 minutes it takes for her to inch the food onto the floor whilst we make eye contact.
I have so much time to stop this but I just monologue at her whilst she chews on the floor, my lil eyes peeping over the side of the sofa.
I mean. I was gonna hand it to her anyway. But that would be after I was done eating. The audacity to steal from me beforehand tho!!!!
This is always the one cat, never steals whilst you're not there. The other either doesn't touch your food or waits for you to disappear for a moment and then yeets half a chicken away. No in-between.
Hahaha!! That's what you have to do with pets!! They don't understand and they don't care.
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