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[battlelaine]

Which DND class suits your personality?

Cleric of the Twilight Domain

You’re dedicated, caring, and probably a sucker for happy endings. You spend so much time helping other people that you might forget to take care of yourself. You’re very idealistic and have a strong sense of faith in your beliefs, which may be actual religious beliefs or just your personal moral code. You like to be prepared for a variety of situations and you may have a bit of a protective side. The twilit transition from light into darkness often brings calm and even joy, as the day's labors end and the hours of rest begin. The darkness can also bring terrors, but the gods of twilight guard against the horrors of the night. Clerics who serve these deities bring comfort to those who seek rest and protect them by venturing into the encroaching darkness to ensure that the dark is a comfort, not a terror. You’re not the type of person to fear the dark or the night. You’re comfortable with a little uncertainty you might find yourself drawn to the mysterious or the unknown. You have a quiet bravery that you may use to help inspire others to overcome their fears. You’re a protective person but you protect not by force or physical strength, but through inspiration and keeping a watchful eye out for potential danger.

[beauthief]

Haru loves urban legends, she always winds up in the know about urban legends. Due to the fact that she's always listening for them either with a desire to investigate the legends themselves or simply an interest in knowing. Haru does tend to lean on the more skeptical side of things believing most stories have a reasonable explanation to them. However she also approaches these legends with a want to believe & be proven wrong in her skepticism. She'll never outright dismiss a story either as she believes everyone experiences things differently & just because she didn't experience something paranormal or from an urban legend, doesn't mean others didn't. To her it simply means she can't prove nor disprove the truth of the urban legend.

Beyond a desire to know the truth of urban legends, she also simply enjoys the stories. She loves any media or story that sends a chill down her spine. When a scary story is labeled as true or based in reality too it just makes the story all the more interesting to her. It gives her a strange sense of whimsy for the world as well as just something to think about.

[skidrowflorist]

@polarean / continued.

Audrey looks over the clipping with interest. “Gee, the world news section.” How could she ever have dreamed that her strange little plant would be not just the talk of the town, but of the state, maybe even the country or the world! She has no idea what place the kid calls home, and the scrap of newspaper doesn’t give any clue, but even neighboring New Jersey feels a world away to her sometimes, so any place would amaze her. “She is bigger already, that’s true... We repot her every few weeks. It’s unheard of — usually you only repot in the spring, and lotsa plants don’t even get repotted once a year.” She thinks he might know some of the usual facts already, since your average Joe with no experience in plants doesn’t tend to ask questions about repotting. Is he interested in gardening, himself? “But nothin’ about our girl is usual, so we have to sorta make the rules up as we go. Gettin’ these big terra cotta pots is starting to get expensive! Do you have plants of your own at home?”

[phantasmaw]

♢*   @crowcaught​  /  𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜-𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ↳ ( 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 - fleet foxes )

   〈❦*〉┊  "Hyeong, where do you intend to go tonight?" Chaewon asks casually, eyes narrowed in concentration as she wipes the bloodied blade of her woldo. The mountainside has been unusually active; monsters crawling out from the shadows, eager to snatch up mouthfuls of anything and anyone that cross their path. Most of the valley villagers have long since retreated into their homes and doused whatever lights might attract unwanted attention. Those standing guard of their communities certainly would not take pity on or show kindness to any unfamiliar faces tonight. She indicates the crackling fire a few paces away from her. "You're welcome to stay. I won't linger long." Too much ground to cover-- too many expectations to meet. "I won't mind traveling company tonight either. But it will be tiresome."

[cecilebutcher]

@azulashengrottospiano I feel like you’d like this

drops this on your dash with my claws and scuttles back into my shell

[sleepiestdreamer]

Finally the charic genders are done... Yip yip

((after ibis paint crashing on me like 5 straight times 😭))

Ima make a masterlist for my Dandy's world stuff btw. Maybe I'll do other master lists too when I'm at it.

Also icons coming next. I'll probably be focusing on my favourite characters because I now realise I severely misjudged how many toons there are and how long it takes to make all the shit for them 😓 but feel free to request certain toons if you wanna!

[hysteria-things]

I KNOW REQUESTS R CLOSED BUT ONE DAY U SHOULD MAKE A MATT ANGST

DOUBTS

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when a huge inconvenience happens, matt doubts himself as a father.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: ANGST/FLUFF, swearing

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,075

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i’m not really good at angst and this feels rushed but i hope you like it😔

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

matt curses and slams his fingertips against his keyboard as he types, frustrated by everything that consists of his job. his boss, his coworkers, the work itself… he’s pissed. at this point he doesn’t know what he’s mad at anymore, but he just is.

you went home after dropping evelyn at school this morning, and matt told you not to worry about picking her up since he’s working from home today. his day consisted of meetings and phone calls that he’d rather die than do, and as if on queue, his phone started to ring. “jesus fucking christ.” he grumbles, swiping the answer button without looking at who it is. “hello?”

“hi, is this matthew sturniolo? evelyn’s dad?” the lady on the other line says with cheerfulness yet concern.

his eyebrows furrow, and he stops working completely to lean back in his office chair. he recognizes the voice as his daughter’s teacher, but she never calls him. evelyn does fantastic in school, and his blood feels cold when he starts to worry. “yeah, that’s me. is everything okay?”

“yes, yes, everything’s fine!” the woman reassures. “it’s just that…” she clears her throat like she’s nervous to spit it out. “nobody came to pick up evelyn today, and i was wondering if anybody is on the way.”

matt’s face falls, the silence deafening when the teacher waits patiently for a response. he glances over at the time, seeing that it’s 3:32. school got out a little over thirty minutes ago.

shit… shit.

being caught up in work all day made time fly by, and he didn’t bother to look at the clock at all. he has a deadline due at 4:00, and he won’t get it done in time if he goes to pick up ev.

fuck!

“mr. sturniolo?” the silence is broken after three slow minutes. “are you still there?”

“i’ll send her babysitter over.” he says gruffly. “she’ll be there soon.” before she can respond, matt hangs up and taps on your contact.

Y/N

I need you.

hello to you too

No, not like that.

I need you to pick Evelyn up from school.

matt

school ended almost forty minutes ago

You think I don’t know that?

I was so busy with work I lost track of time and I can’t pick her up now.

Please, y/n.

I’ll give you the money for it.

i don’t care about the money

i’m getting in my car now

Thank you.

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when you arrive at the main doors of the elementary school, you smile at evelyn’s beaming face when she sees you. “y/n!” her backpack is as big as her, bouncing when she runs into your arms for a tight embrace. you take her hand and wave her teacher goodbye while you start walking to the car.

the ride back to the house is not even ten minutes, and you get a glimpse of matt sitting on the porch steps when you pull into the driveway. his hands are on his face, gripping his hair in stress. “i see daddy!” evelyn exclaims excitedly, unbuckling the top half of the car seat as she wiggles.

you giggle, putting the car in park. “let me stop moving, first.”

matt flinches, getting out of his trance when he feels tiny hands grab onto his knee. he lifts his head, the corner of his mouth lifting when he sees evelyn grunting as she tries to get on his lap. he helps her up, cradling the five-year-old in his arms as you approach. you drop her school bag on the ground, sitting next to matt, but keeping a distance.

he runs his fingers through his daughter’s brown curls before speaking. “have a good day today?”

“we colored a lot.” she nods along, swinging her legs. “mrs. quinn says i have a way with color.”

you can tell his mind is racing from his clenched jaw and bobbing of his adam’s apple as he swallows, staring down at evelyn to try and not show how upset he is in front of her. you see some chalk laid out by your vehicle. “hey, ev?” you grin when she looks at you, leaning your head to the bucket of chalk. “since you’re so good at drawing, why don’t you make a picture for me before i leave?”

it takes her a second to notice the chalk from afar, but then she hops down on the ground. “i’m going to make you a princess.” she states, jogging over to the sticks of rainbow shades.

matt beats you to it when she’s out of earshot, staring into space. “i’m a terrible father.”

“you’re not,” you say sternly, his sentence not fully out when you do.

your heart cracks at his words, and you look at him with sympathy. he’s knocking himself down over something so silly, but you can see how hurt he is even through his grumpy demeanor.

“i left my kid at school for almost an hour, y/n.” he argues back with some attitude, but you don’t take it personally. “no good parent does that.”

“it was one time.” you retort, moving closer to him a smidge. “don’t doubt yourself over something small like this. she was bubbly as hell when i grabbed her, and i honestly think she didn’t realize how long she was waiting. she was too distracted mingling with mrs. quinn.”

grumbling something under his breath, he looks over to evelyn who’s happily drawing all sorts of shapes and patterns onto the pavement. “look at that little girl over there and tell me she thinks the same.” you challenge, pointing at her.

he rolls his eyes at you, deep down knowing that you’re right. he’ll never admit it to your face, though. you then grab the unicorn backpack off the floor, unzipping it and reaching inside for something. “she explained the whole ride home about how she made this for you during her free time.” you pull out a piece of paper, unfold it, and hand it to him.

looking down, he runs his thumbs over the scribbled colors and rereads the message at least five times. you scan his face, seeing his eyes glossy and his lip gently quiver. it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t.

she does have a way with color.

“you consist of a lot of things, matt.” your voice cracks, subtly rubbing his lower back. “but being a bad father isn’t one of them.”

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[aphrodeiities]

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ᴠᴇɴᴜꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴᴀ ᴄʜᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴍɪɴɪɴᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴀʟʏꜱɪꜱ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺

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[battlelaine]

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[beauthief]

"I want you to tell me something. Is punishment justice or is it simply catharsis? Will punishment without reformation really quantify as justice and keep tragedy from repeating or will it only take one persons resentment and place it upon anothers' shoulders?"

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thank you, Suz. 🥰

Power Play - Chapter 4

AN: Flashback time! Thank you all for the love on this series. And kisses to the folks behind @buckybarnesevents

I’ve chosen the prompt How did you meet… Undercover mission

Beta’d by @buckysbarne

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and banner by me

Master list | Hot Bucky Summer Master list | Chapter 3

Summary: Your thoughts return to the night of the Gala, when you met Bucky for the first time, before you knew how your life was about to change.

Relationship: Mob! Bucky x Undercover Agent! Reader

WC: 2.7k

CW: Soft!Dark! Bucky, Canon Typical Violence, Angst, Russian Pet names as mangled by Google translate, Walker being a creep, quite a bit of internal monologue, light alcohol consumption, physical altercations, drugging and kidnap.

You took a deep breath in, held it, and then let it out. 

You could do this.

Hopefully, if you told yourself that enough times, it would become true.

Because it had taken far too long for you to get here, just for it to all get thrown away by an attack of nerves.

You raised your eyes back to the mirror in front of you, turning this way and that to look over your outfit. Your hands nervously smoothed out non-existent wrinkles from the cool satin. This dress was obviously expensive - it had to be, to make you look the part - and that was enough to send your anxiety spiking again. What would happen if you ruined it? Would you be billed, or would the cost just get written off by the agency? You hoped it was the latter, as you couldn’t afford to be a whole paycheck down just to replace a dress.

Leaning over, you adjusted the straps on your shoes - they were probably just as expensive as the dress - then stood back up to pat over your hair and inspect your make-up. You barely recognised the woman looking back at you.

The door suddenly opening behind you had you whirling around, hand to your chest as you were caught off guard. Blue eyes, sparkling with amusement, looked back at you, and you couldn’t help but let your frustration show.

“What the hell, John. Ever heard of knocking? I might not have been ready yet.”

“You hadn’t locked the door, hot stuff. Seems to me that you liked the idea of getting caught changing.” 

He leaned his tall body back against the door, completely blocking your exit, and his eyes roamed over you, obvious in his lecherous appreciation.

“You should wear clothes like this more often. Makes your tits look awesome.”

“Pig!”

He took two steps across the small dressing room and tucked his finger, roughly tipping up your chin so you couldn’t look away from him. You suppressed a shudder.

“Careful, sweetheart. You don’t want to upset me. Now, as much as I’m enjoying the view and this scintillating conversation, it’s almost go-time. For your own sake, you’d best not fuck this up. If this op goes wrong, you’ll be lucky if you only get bumped down to the post room.”

You scowled up at him and then ducked out from under his arm.

“Thanks for the pep talk. Do you big up Hoskins like that when he goes on an op?”

“Of course not, baby. Lemarr knows what he’s doing.”

You turned your back, rolling your eyes, and picked up the small earwig from the tiny dresser top. Carefully, you placed it into your ear and then rearranged your hair to act as an extra shield against it being noticed. Looking across at the knife and thigh holster that were still waiting for you, you hesitated. Not because you were worried about carrying the weapon, but because John was still in the room, and you were certain he wasn’t planning on going anywhere, especially if you were going to have to expose a lot of skin to put the damn holster on. 

With a sigh, you angled yourself away from him as much as possible, sliding the black fabric up your leg as high as you could get it before pulling it tight and then sheathing the knife. As you raised your head, you caught sight of yourself in the mirror, and then, to your horror, also saw Walker’s reflected smirk.

Fuck.

He looked like the cat that had caught the cream, but there was nothing you could do about it now - it was time to head out for your first undercover mission. The one that would make or break your career.

You tried not to stare, reminding yourself that you’d been in places like this before. However, that snarky little part of you was happy to remind you that being in a ball room like this during the day, or as a member of staff was a vastly different experience to being in one as a guest, even if it was a front.

The whole place was overwhelming. The lights. The decorations. The music. The sheer number of people.

“Stop standing like a statue. Mingle. Find him. Do your job.”

Walker’s voice was harsh in your ear, but for once it gave you the push you needed. He was right - again, a rare thing in your opinion. You had a mission to do. You had to find your mark, the dangerous head of the Brooklyn mob, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and you were to do your best to work your way into his inner circle. You’d done your research into his legitimate businesses and the shady ones he was almost certainly linked to. It was the latter where you came in - no-one had ever been able to make anything stick. 

The plan was to play the vapid, good-time party girl and flatter him. Lead him on and make him comfortable enough to talk about his business in front of you. Well, that was Walker’s plan, anyway. You weren’t sure if it would work, but you had your own ideas in reserve.

Shaken out of your stupor by John’s nagging, you made your way toward the bar. You skirted the dancefloor, watching out of the corner of your eye, and feeling a dart of jealousy as you watched women being whirled around the floor by competent men. You had no idea if you could actually dance, at least like that - you’d never had the opportunity.

Reaching the bar, which was just as impressive as the rest of the room, you ordered a lime and soda. You wanted to keep your wits about you, and you could easily pretend it had vodka or gin in it, if someone enquired. Drink in hand, you turned around, leaning against the bar and started your proper surveillance of the wide open space. It was a good place to watch and be watched, which unfortunately had its downsides. You were approached at least half a dozen times in the first thirty minutes, by mostly old men looking for either a good time for the night, or a new trophy girlfriend. Even if you had been here of your own volition, you’d have still been uninterested in the various offers.

When it finally happened, it was just like in the movies. Barnes appeared, and it was as though the throngs of people just split apart to let him through unimpeded. The light from the chandeliers in the ceiling seemed to highlight the tones of brown in his cropped hair, and his suit! Well, it was obviously well tailored, because he looked like he’d been poured into it.

He stopped at the bar a few feet along from you, a couple of other patrons in between.

Softly, softly, catchee monkey…

You didn’t move away from where you were, but turned your body slightly toward him. You sipped your drink, looking at him from over the rim of the glass. The photos you’d seen in the background file hadn’t done him justice. You’d thought him attractive enough, in that bad-boy style, when you’d looked through all the information, but here in the flesh? You had no idea how you’d even manage to talk to him if he were to turn his attention on you.

Get it together woman. He’s just a man. An extremely attractive one, but a man none-the-less.

Finishing your soda, you turned back to the bar, deciding that if you were going to have one alcoholic drink, now was the right time. You raised your hand to signal to the bartender, when there was movement in your peripheral vision, and a deep, melodious voice sounded in your ears.

“Whatever the lady wants, and a whiskey for me.”

Barnes proffered no card, that would be too gauche. No doubt the bill would be sent to his man of business tomorrow. You turned towards each other at the same time, but your words of introduction froze on your lips as you got swept up in his icy eyes.

“James Barnes, at your service. And you are?”

You realised he was holding out his hand to you and here you were, gaping like a fish. You giggled, trying to cover your faux pas, gave him your cover name and accepted his handshake.

Oh fuck!

The moment your skin met his it was as though a jolt of lightning shot through you.

You felt your eyes widen, and quickly turned your head, taking your hand back and paying attention to the bartender instead.

What the fuck was that?

It was like your whole body was alight, and one small, rational part of your brain was screaming ‘Abort! Abort!’ at you. But you couldn’t turn tail and run. You had too much to prove and everything to lose.

Having taken those few seconds to re-school your features you turned back to him, a smile plastered to your face.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Barnes. What brings you to this gathering, this evening.”

He smiled back, and you could have easily been fooled into thinking it was genuine.

“To see friends, old and new. To make connections and enjoy some stimulating conversation. And yourself?”

Inwardly you punched the air. You knew that playing the bimbo would be no good - Barnes was too intelligent a man to be happy with vacuous company. He would relish the push and pull of a real debate. It was a good thing you’d mentally prepared for this.

“The same really. I’m new to the city, and was lucky enough to get an invitation. I’m hoping to make some new friends, and if I’m lucky, some business connections. But there’s time for that. What business are you in?”

You could have sworn that you saw his eyes narrow for a second, but he was still smiling at you, sipping at his drink, before placing the glass back down on the bar. He plucked your vodka & tonic from your fingers and then took hold of your hand again.

“Dance with me.” Before you even had a chance to respond, he was pulling you out onto the dance floor. The small orchestra was playing something slow, which you were thankful for. That was until Barnes pulled you into his arms properly.

What you’d felt when he’d first shook your hand was nothing to the way your whole body was ablaze from being held so close by him. The way his left hand held yours so gently, and you couldn’t help but notice the tattoos that peeked out from under the cuff of his dress shirt. The way his right arm cradled you around your waist, holding your body flush against his. The way his face was now inches from yours and all you could do was shift your gaze back and forth between his pink lips and diamond blue eyes, while the scent of his cologne took over your olfactory senses.

You’d never thought yourself the type to have your head turned by pure masculinity, but currently, you were re-evaluating all of your previous life choices, whilst also willing your legs not to give out from underneath you. Although, if they did, you were also certain that Barnes would have no problems keeping you on your feet. And your previous thoughts about being whisked around the floor by a competent man? Well, now you knew how Cinderella had felt at the ball. You just had to remind yourself that you weren’t wearing glass slippers and the man holding you was definitely not a prince.

“You feel so good in my arms, milyy.”

“Umm, thank you. I haven’t really had that much opportunity to dance like this.”

He let out a deep chuckle, which reverberated through your body, settling in one spot, deep down in your abdomen.

“Well you dance wonderfully. I like the way you are letting me lead.” His head dipped even closer, his breath warm on your ear. “Good girl.”

You stumbled, tripping over your feet, but Barnes pulled you even closer, chuckling again as you tried to cover up what his words had done to you. He whirled you around again, and you couldn’t help your answering giggle. He smiled down at you, the skin around his eyes crinkling, and for a moment you really thought you were going to manage this. That you were going to worm your way into his good books and be able to pick up on some useful intel.

However, you weren’t paying attention, and when he swung you off the dancefloor, in the far corner, you were too confused to put up any resistance, and he effortlessly steered you into a side room.

“What on earth? Mr. Barnes!” Your outrage was real and tinged with fear.

With a push he had you up against the wall, arms over your head and wrists pinned by one of his large hands. You were about to call out your operations safe word, the word that would get the rest of your team running to your aid, when Barnes reached up, brushed your hair back from your face and plucked the earwig right from your ear and threw it across the room, directly into the wastebasket.

“There. That’s better. Don’t want anyone listening in, but nor do I want the device to go offline and alert your colleagues to your current… predicament.”

Fuck. 

You were made. You wondered what you’d done to give yourself away? Your lip trembled as you thought about how you were never going to live this down, but then your lizard brain kicked in, letting you know it was worse than that. It reminded you that you were currently alone, with a fearsome and dangerous mob boss, and you were an exposed undercover agent.

Keep your cool!

“And what predicament would that be?” You arched your brow, trying to give off an air of nonchalance. Unfortunately, Barnes just chuckled at you.

“So brave, lyubimyy, despite the danger. Impressive. You aren’t weeping or begging, which is what I’d usually expect in this scenario.”

“Yeah… I don’t normally go for those types of reactions.” As you finished your retort you jammed your heel down on the toe of his shoe. It took him off guard, loosening his grip on your wrists, and you managed to bring your hands down, and cupping them together, cuffing him up the side of the head.

You whirled around - there was no time for inspecting the damage you’d done - you needed to get back out into the main area and head for the exit. Unfortunately Barnes was fast and you’d barely taken a step when you were jerked to a halt, accompanied by a ripping sound. He’d grabbed hold of your dress and jerked on it again to pull you down to your knees next to him. He pinched your jaw in his hand and looked down into your eyes. You couldn’t tell whether he was frustrated or amused, but either way, it didn’t bode well for you.

“You are like a little bee, malen’kaya pchelka. Always busy. Always focused, but with a little sting to deploy when provoked. Unfortunately for you, I am a wolf. I am bigger, stronger and have a much worse bite.”

You weren’t going to go out like this. You let out a shout, hoping that maybe it would get picked up by the earwig, despite it being nestled amongst goodness knows what rubbish in the trash basket. At the same time you gave him a shove with all of your strength,  the sound of your dress being further destroyed ringing in your ears. 

It was pointless though. You hadn’t even got to your feet when you were barreled down to the floor, Barnes’ larger, heavier body pinning you there.

“I’d hoped this part of our conversation would go differently, but you seem determined to make it difficult, Pchelka. So, I apologise for stinging you, but it seems like it’s the only way."

A pinch on your neck and your vision began to swim. The weight of his body disappeared but you couldn’t seem to move.

“W-what?” Your eyelids were heavy, and it was taking all your willpower to keep them open. 

 You felt yourself moving through the air, and then becoming even dizzier as you went upside down, presumably over Barnes’ shoulder from the way fabric rubbed over your face, your arms and legs dangling loosely.

“Don’t fight it, lyubimaya.”

“L-let me…” Your slurred words were cut off as the whole world went black…

Chapter 5

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[skidrowflorist]

@leatherfangs // continued.

Words can't express the relief that Audrey feels that Liddy doesn't wait for an answer, but offers help and ushers her in. She's glad to wordlessly take the offered arm (with the hand that isn't tucked away into the makeshift sling of a scarf). What could she possibly say to that question - are you okay? If she opened her mouth on that doorstep, she was certain that all the strength that kept her on her feet as she trudged to Liddy's building would escape in one ugly, shaking sob and leave her in ruins. The shameful sting of tears when Liddy's gaze first locked on her went unfelt under the meaner throb of a bruising black eye, but she can't ignore the blur of her vision as they start to swell and roll down her cheeks.

It's lucky Liddy's even awake, she thinks. It's so late, anyone else might have been turned in for the night. Liddy seems remarkably awake for the hour. Audrey doesn't think too much about it.

She leans into Liddy's support as she steps out of her heels and looks around the entryway like a frightened animal, but then she withdraws from her friend's touch. She hadn't expected it to make her feel worse somehow. But if she backs up and keeps her eyes on the floor it all seems manageable enough to get some explanation out. "I'm sorry. I know it's late. I just— I couldn't go home." She fidgets, pulling up a ripped sleeve, smoothing tussled hair, trying to feel just a little more normal. "I think," she says, her voice breaking through the words, "I think I need help."

[phantasmaw]

♢*   —    @keiseiensei​​ ​ /  𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝

' have you ever kissed anyone before? '  had the other ever been kissed? yan qing's head sets on her knuckles, her pinky trailing the edge of her lip, the slightest wet touch of pink tongue tasting dry salt as she bit on a nail and contemplated: things she doesn't say, though perhaps her unwavering gaze says it all. how beautiful, she thinks, unable to resist any of it: neither her attractions nor the way her eyes are magnetized to the other's lips. even from a cursed village, a blessing: right before her. could she have said as much? would chaewon believe it? there were better ways of proving, she thinks, and rife with greed and impulse, she was more than willing; she was wanting.  ' if you let me ...  i will. i really will kiss you. wherever you want, you know, even if just through the air. '

   〈❦*〉 ┊  Chaewon watches that peek of teasing tongue, and her own traces the backs of teeth hidden behind impassive lips. There is only one thing on the dokkaebi’s mind, and it is not the answer to her question. What would Yan Qing taste of? The image of a peach laying in a muddy ditch by the road, tossed away because of a few mere surface bruises, flashes through mind. Tainted by the grit of dirt trodden on by a thousand shoes, yet still mind-numbingly sweet with the barest hint of overripe tang. Juice would spill from the corner of her lips with that first bite, and she would greedily swipe it all up before it could drip down to the earth below. Because, really, she’s quite a covetous creature. She just knows how to mind her manners and keep her hands to herself when what she has her eyes on isn’t offered to her. But her teeth ache now, her stomach warms, and slanted pupils dilate at the unabashed invitation. Throat suddenly dry, appetite suddenly insatiable, she needs. She needs the same way a beggar needs the discarded fruit. 

     The arm swollen with an ancient curse lifts, the talismans subduing its evil aura clinking together as she reaches past the womans’ face and gathers spools of dark hair on her fingers. She watches as it pours over her knuckles like a spill of calligraphy ink. Her gaze flicks up to meet Yan Qing’s. Chaewon raises her knuckles, still painted with a pool of dark hair, to her lips. Only then does she let Yan Qing’s hair slip away from her fingers and reach for the other’s chin instead.

     “You offer so much, then hide it away behind a compromise. Are you teasing me?” Chaewon smiles, sharp fangs glinting in the dazzling noon sunlight, “Bold. One of the many, many things I like about you.” The index finger at Yan Qing’s chin traces up to press lightly at her lower lip-- the same small patch of skin she had licked over, and the dokkaebi is overcome by envy so brutal and deep it flashes in amber eyes like a lick of fire. She’s distantly aware of the way her heart pounds against her ribs like a rabbit fleeing through tall stalks of grass. Though she feels no heat in her face, she wonders if she’s blushing. An elongated ear flicks against the side of her head. 

     Without warning, she leans in closer. Their breath mingles, and Chaewon inhales a little deeper, a little longer. She wonders briefly, do the departed need air, or has the ghost found reason to need to mimic the living? Something in the dokkaebi’s chest constricts. A sound like a growl but far too gentle to carry any intention of violence crawls up Chaewon’s throat. But there is hunger in it. Oh, is there hunger. 

     “Kiss wherever you like, with nothing between you and me. Leave a mark, if you wish. I’ll thank you. I’ll cherish it.” And she hasn’t answered the question, and perhaps she doesn’t intend too-- or maybe the answer is in the way she lingers, allowing Yan Qing to make the decision, but leaving her own mouth soft and pliable despite the razor edges tucked away within. Never like this. Never while everything in me trembles.

[furufuro]

꧁༺𓆩.❦⋅🪷⋅❦.𓆪༻꧂

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[skidrowflorist]

Her mouth opened slightly, a surprised look capturing her features. Audrey was bad at taking compliments on the whole, but this, and from Seymour, was worth more than most, and accordingly got more of a reaction than most. And that smile again, so sweet, so adorable. If Seymour had been bold enough to hold her gaze, he'd have seen the color rise in her cheeks, mirroring his, and maybe he might have understood something deeper...

"Saturday!" She answered in something of a squeak, trying to sound breezy, unfazed. "Well Saturday is... oh, that's usually date night..." Her hands wrapped around the refilled bucket and drew it close against her chest as she stepped out from behind the counter and lingered between Seymour and the display case. The work was getting done, but without any attention, nor rush. After all, what customers were there to rush for? "Could we make it a lunch? That'd be good. Then even if Mr. Mushnik can't give us both the day, I can take my break with you, and I'm back home from my shift with time to fix my face before my date comes."

As soon as he had asked, he was afraid that he had made a mistake. Was he crossing an invisible line? He hoped not—they were friends, and it was normal enough to want to spend your birthday with a friend. And it wasn’t the first time that he had suggested spending time together outside of work. She had never seemed offended, but most of the time she had other plans, which Seymour understood. So when she began to answer, he wasn’t surprised when it sounded like she was going to turn him down. His gaze dropped however, and he belatedly chided himself for looking so crestfallen. To his surprise, however, she went on to say that she didn’t know if she had plans on the day, but she wanted to go. She wanted to go with him? He looked up, a bright smile that had only ever been owed to her forming on his face. “You would?”

The smile didn’t fade as she continued, but he shook his head vehemently when Audrey stated that he didn’t have to invite her out of politeness. “I do mean it, Audrey—it isn’t me being polite, I…I want to see you…on my birthday, I mean. I know we see each other every day but it’s…seeing you is the best part of my day.” His face reddened when he realized what he had said, and he looked away again. “Oh, it’s um…” He set his broom against the wall and sought out the calendar, thankful for the distraction, and too fearful to see her reaction. “Looks like it’s a Saturday.”

[beauthief]

TWST AU Haru where Haru isn't a student but a recurring side character who's found in the garden. Okumura Foods/Haru's father has a deal with Crowley Night Raven Academy, and the faery of the school's gardens, that they can plant and test experimental seeds for the company in a sectioned off part of the school gardens. Haru requested to be put in charge of caring for the garden as a way of 'supporting the company'. Though in reality it's an excuse to stay out of the house and someplace where she knows her fiance won't bother her. The teachers are all aware of her presence in the garden but only the students who spend a lot of time in the garden have ever actually seen her.

She plays a minor role in Festival of Spring as well where she keeps trying to offer to talk to the Fairies for everyone to see if a deal can be made in exchange for the Magical Stone. But in the panic everyone keeps talking over her and she decides to let them do their thing. She can be found again at the Gala where she explains her family's dealings with the fairy. She also explains that she could have spoken with the fairy to try and help. But everyone seemed so 'excited' for the plan and worked so hard for it that she thought it'd be better if she just sat it out.