#🐀 ; I know there's no returning now [open]

[sorcereratted]

"What am I...eating? Oh- this. It's actually a bit embarrassing but I make these uh...chew sticks for myself. My Uncle used to say I was more like a rat than a person since I'm constantly chewing...but unlike rats, my teeth won't grow where they shouldn't if left unchecked..."

[roosterforme]

hello! for your smutfest, could i please ask for "i want you to ruin me" with Baby Bob and aftercare? please and thank youuuuu 😘😘

love, a tiny 📚🐀

BOB FUCKS. I combined this with two other requests...

Written for my Smutsational Smutfest!

Hangar Activities

Everyone had been picking on Bob ever since you arrived at Top Gun. They all said you were just the female version of him: a shy WSO with silver, wire rimmed glasses. Of course Bob had a crush on you immediately, which only made the teasing worse. 

But the thing that nobody knew about, was the fact that you and Bob had been hooking up for a few weeks. You and he couldn't keep your hands off each other, but you didn't want the others to know about it yet. 

You were currently waiting around in the hangar near the workbenches, turning to look at Bob over your shoulder. Once everyone else had cleared out and the garage doors had been closed, Bob followed you into the alcove and watched you unzip your flight suit.

"I thought they would never leave," you whispered, and the sight of your sports bra and plain cotton underwear had Bob's heart racing. 

"Y-You want to do this here?" he asked, and he moaned as you nodded. You pulled your underwear down and hopped up onto one of the mechanic's benches. Your legs were dangling over the edge, your flight suit dragging on the floor were you had pulled it down to your boots. 

"Come here, Bobby. I want you to ruin me." You were grinning at him and playing with your clit, and Bobby was immediately shrugging out of his flight suit, too. 

Your glasses bumped his as he made out with you, and then your hand was wrapping around his cock, guiding him inside. "Fuck me," you whispered, and Bob could not believe everyone else thought you were shy.

"I'll take care of you," he promised, thrusting into you and making your head tip back in pleasure. You grabbed into the silky strands of Bob's hair, pulling a little bit as he fucked you on the table. He was grunting in pleasure and a little pain when you released his hair and leaned back on your elbows. 

"Feels good," you whispered, and Bobby noticed your glasses were crooked and bouncing down to the tip of your nose.

"You look so good beneath me," he promised. "So pretty."

Then the sound of the side door opening had Bob pulling out of you as you sat up. He helped you down from the table, and then both of you scrambled to pull up and zip your flight suits back into place. 

"Hey," Nat said when she rounded the corner.

You and Bob both said, "Hi!" in unison, which sounded highly suspicious. 

Nat looked at each of you in turn as a smile crept onto her lips. "Sorry, I forgot to grab my clipboard. You can return to your activities now," she said with an evil grin that made Bob nervous. "I like your hair like that, Bob." And then she turned and stalked away.

Bob turned to you, kissing your cheek even though you looked panicked. "Nat won't say anything," he whispered as you wrapped your arms around his waist. "Want to come home with me? I'll make you dinner and we can finish our ativities and then cuddle."

You just kissed his neck and laced your fingers through his, and Bob hoped maybe soon you'd be okay with going public.

[ascendanceseriesveteran]

The chronicles of crippling fear and murderous rats

My final installation of the Jaron vs Fink’s pet rat, Rat, one shot series. Except, perhaps Rat isn’t the only rat that will make a deadly debut.

As always, hope you guys like it.

And be warned, some cursing is included.

🐀🐀🐀

Death was a fear that most people possessed and I was no exception. It was no coincidence that I had managed to avoid death at every turn. Anyone who knew me well enough was aware of my general aversion to it.

Before I returned to the throne I was completely alone. Survival, constantly at the forefront of my mind. And, unsurprisingly, survival was always overshadowed by a potential failure to survive, and the subsequent nothingness that followed. So death scared me, a lot. But I had come to learn that there were things that were much, much scarier.

"What do you think you're doing?"

I felt like a little boy again, stealing money from the treasury. Or the one caught sticking a ball on the castle's spire. The voice sent a shock throughout my entire body. At first, a pleasant feeling. Mild excitement that felt rather inappropriate in the context of my adoptive brother's chambers. But that was just the effect she had on me. Though it was quickly swarmed by fear. You have been caught. Surrender now while you still can.

I turned to face Imogen, whom watched on in a way that promised I wouldn’t get anything past her. I should have listened to my instincts. "Nothing."

She smiled sweetly. Trouble. "Good. Because I was looking for you," she was slowly backing me into a wall, cornering me until there was nowhere left to go. "You left pretty abruptly this morning. I was lonely. Care to tell me where you went?" Her fingers played with the collar of my shirt, pulling it down slightly so she could press a kiss to my skin, as high as she could reach without standing on her toes. This was an act, I had to remind myself.

"I had an errand?"

She placed another kiss on my throat, "Try again." And as her grip tightened around my shirt ever so slightly, I wished, not for the first time, that I had stayed in bed that morning. 

I swallowed, "Two errands?"

"Jaron."

"Yes?"

"Give me the rat." Her grip was tight as a vice and gone was the smile that would haunt my dreams. Her other hand locked around my wrist but I refused to let go of the bag. "Jaron. How do you think Fink would feel about you actively trying to murder his pet?"

"This isn't a pet, Imogen. It's a rat."

"He loves it like a pet so it's time you accept it."

"Like hell I will. This is my castle. Last I checked, I chose who stayed here."

"I'm about to be staying elsewhere if you don't give me that damned thing and stop acting like a child." 

I conceded. Because what else could I have done but stroked her wrath even more. I still remembered when she was angry enough to sleep in another room, and remembered even more clearly the moment I knocked on her door and begged to join her. There were simply more important things than exterminating the lowest, beady-eyed, disease-carrying scum the world had to offer. 

She took the bag out of my hand, ignoring the way I flinched when it moved. Even in anger she spared me the embarrassment. "How did you even get it in here? Don't tell me you grabbed it with you hand."

"You know well enough that I'd rather be hung."

"Yes, I know." With that thought she moved the bag further away from me, her eyes softening with something like sympathy. I felt some tension leave me. 

I never considered myself a weak man, or a fearful one at that. But I gained no small amount of comfort from the certainty that Imogen would protect me from that beast. 

"So, how did you?"

"I figured it would come to anything resembling food. So I grabbed some scraps, propped open that bag and waited. When it was in, I just shut the bag."

"And you planned on taking it... where?"

Some things were better left unsaid.

"Jaron."

"... Where scraps go..."

"… You were going to drown it!?" 

I shushed her frantically but she batted my hand away.

"Don't you dare try to shut me up, Jaron. You're about to be sleeping on the floor. I can't believe you."

"Imogen please-"

"No, this has gone too far. You either talk to your brother or I will." 

"Imogen-" 

"What?" She snapped finally. 

Involuntarily, my eyes darted behind her, and she must have caught on to my panic. Because she turned around slowly, as though not to startle me, and found what I was looking at. Between us and our exit, another small demon. Its nails scratching the floor as it crawled closer to us. I thought I might die right there and then. There wasn't even anything to climb up onto, nothing to separate us. My lungs had stopped doing their job the moment I saw it and the room was starting to spin. I was vaguely aware of Imogen's hand grabbing mine, surprised that it didn't slip free like a bar of soap from the sweat that would surely turn my clothes a few shades darker. But it was too late, the rat had heard us, and now, there was no escaping.

So yes, I admit. Three things scared me to death. Ironically, death was one of those things. Scarier yet was the love of my life. But only one other thing could compare to an angry Imogen. Rats.

I should pick Imogen up. That way only I had to suffer whatever fate awaited us. I'd guard her with my life, shield her with my body even if it was against the most formidable villain I had ever faced. I'd face a thousand vile rats for her, I'd-

Fink.

Fink was here too, watching on. Eyes narrowed and arms crossed. A smile slowly brewing but not without malice.

"Fink, thank the Saints." Imogen, ever rational, spoke first. "Could you please shoo it, I'm terrified of rats."

I met her eyes in disbelief. Imogen had lied. She had lied to protect me from humiliation. My entire body warmed at the thought. I squeezed her hand in thanks and reminded myself to worship her twice as intensely than usual in gratitude.

"Really?"

"Yes, ever since I was a little girl. Please, Fink."

He only frowned thoughtfully. I'd tear his arms and legs off for taking so long to rescue us if it weren't for the very obvious obstacle that prevented me from getting to him. "Really? Because I don't think that's true." As Fink stepped forward, the rat shifted towards us as well. I pressed myself against the wall, trying to disappear, as Imogen planted herself firmly between us. "In fact, I don't think you're scared at all." Another step. 

I should faint. 

Fainting would solve many things. I'd be unconscious for what was about to happen, one. Imogen might be less inclined to reprimand me later, two. The impact of my body collapsing to the floor might be loud enough to scare the rat away from her, saving us both. Unfortunately, I had mastered many things that didn't include fainting on command, so my plan was useless. Everything was useless. Most of all Fink was useless who seemed to be leading the rat towards us.

He was leading it towards us. 

Fink was leading it towards us. That little shit-

"Fink, I order you to get rid of it." I wished my voice didn't crack. I didn't sound nearly as menacing. "I'm your King."

"Or else what?" The words were like a stab to the gut. "You see, I suspected you didn't just hate rats. From the moment you found us in Dichell." Us - being him and his pet. "But I had nothing to confirm my suspicious." Another step took him past the only other direction the rat could go. It was just us now. Us and the rat. I gripped Imogen tighter, and she shifted so that her body was leaning against me in comfort. "At least, nothing until now... Ninette..." He smiled viciously, "... attack."

Someone was screaming - mostly likely me. I grabbed Imogen and hauled her off the ground instantly. The rat was running faster than a cannonball, staring at me with murderous intent. I prayed to the Saints, not that they ever listened and pressed harder into the wall, the stone probably permanently imprinting my already-mangled skin. I closed my eyes and held Imogen tighter. If this was how I died, at least Imogen was in my arms. 

"Halt."

I didn't feel any claws digging against my trousers. Nothing chewing holes into my flesh. Not even a small bit of course, rat-fur. Calling it fur was too kind. There was nothing furry about it. I dared to crack open an eye, not without redoubling my grip on Imogen. The rat was watching from next to us keenly. Like a firm pellet of dung with a tendency to spread more shit. 

"Ninette, come." 

I thought my eyes would pop out of my skull. Like a well-trained dog, the rat trotted back to Fink. Then it cocked its head at me - I swear it cocked its head at me - before clawing up Fink's entire body to sit on his shoulder. 

"How the f-"

"Positive reinforcement, role-model training and a lot of cheese," Fink cut me off.

I very slowly, very gently put Imogen down. She looked less perturbed, but shocked enough that I knew I hadn't just hallucinated the rat responding to literal commands.

"Excuse me?"

"Rats are very intelligent. Ninette here learned most her tricks from Rat," he nodded at the bag Imogen still held - the one that contained the other hell-spawn. Rat was its name. Here I thought Rat was the only rat I had to protect myself against. "But there was also a lot of positive reinforcement and treats involved."

"You trained them like dogs and it worked?" Imogen sounded more fascinated than afraid. 

Unlike her, knowing rats could be trained to attack me wasn't exactly the sort of thought that would help me sleep at night.

"Of course it did. Like I said, they are very intelligent." 

"There. are. two. of. them?"

Both Imogen and Fink turned to look at me. Under their scrutiny I realised my legs were shaking. Some King I was. 

"Oh yes. I started preparing Ninette for the mission when I found you in my closet. It didn’t take long to figure out why you were there."

"The mission?"

"To catch you in the act." For a moment Fink looked sad, "I didn't want to believe that my own brother would try to kill my favourite pet."

Some part of me definitely died at his words. Hadn't Imogen warned me about this?

"Fink, I'm sorry-"

"I'll only forgive you if you promise to never come after them again."

And next, I'll start walking on water - is what I wanted to say. I may have been renowned for performing miracles but promising not to defend my castle - my home –  from these creatures of the underworld, was a stretch. 

But as I looked from Fink to Imogen, I knew again that there were more important things than fear. Like facing those fears head on. To keep my loved ones close and enemies closer. But not too close since every time I caught sight of them my health deteriorated. 

"Ok," I allowed myself to breath, "I promise."

And then Fink started to cackle, as if me agreeing to something I detested was somehow funny to him. 

"Why are you laughing?"

"Because I finally got you." 

Only a slither of restraint kept me from exploding. From fear, relief or anger, I wasn't sure. "What exactly do you mean?" I hissed.

"I made you feel the same terror I felt." 

No.

Evil. More evil than the rats was the grin that curled on Fink’s face. I knew what he was about to say. What Imogen was about to find out. What secret my brother, whom I was tempted to disown right about now, was about to reveal in the worst of ways. And not without making me suffer, twice as much. Because in addition to the bone-deep terror that was still coursing through me since my near-death experience, he was about to make Imogen very angry. Very, very angry.

"The same terror he felt?" Imogen turned to me, "Jaron, what is he talking about?"

Saints, no.

"Oh he didn't tell you?"

No. Saints no. Please no.

Imogen shook her head.

"The same terror I felt when he jumped off a cliff with me tied to him and my hands around his neck and nothing but a poorly-tied rope keeping us from falling to our deaths."

Fuck.

As Imogen turned to me, I held perfectly still. The look in her eyes was enough to kill an army let alone one helpless man. I found myself praying again, much more fervently than before to the Saints that I hardly believed in and the Devils I knew were laughing. And as she took a single, deep breath, I knew I was doomed.

"Is everyone ok?" Roden appeared, looking as though he had run across the entire castle. "It sounded like a little girl was screaming."

[juggling-responsibilities]

Act 1, Part 4 - Village People

With cursory introductions out of the way, my new guides have brought me to their village. It is a village of nothing but neathers, mongrel descendants of the first crusaders, which as I understand it was roughly a hundred years ago? Maybe less? The Worldwound is surprisingly not that old, all things considered, but it's had a massive impact here in Mendev. And mongrels don't live very long, either, so there have been several generations since.

With the reception Lann and Wenduag gave me, of course, that would mean we'd be welcomed, right? Or at the very least, not killed and eaten.

Frankly, I wouldn't blame them for killing and eating us. The surface folk haven't really treated them as anything other than monsters and tales to scare their children with.

Interestingly enough, the dialogue box pops open not for dialogue, but rather for internal, second-person narration.

Your first impression of the mongrel village is of a squalid dump, with the odors to match. Unblinking, glowing eyes watch you from the gloom, and deformed shadows slope between the huts. You see some mongrels gutting white, eyeless fish, while others are repairing fishing nets - all the signs of normal village life, but tense expectation hangs in the air.

It's a fascinating glimpse of this, a lake-side fishing village, but rather than being lit by the setting sun, there are the purples, blues, and greens of the bioluminescent cave fungi, and the torches and campfires that likely must remain lit around the clock. It is at once dreary and hopeful, the bonfire against the darkness, of community huddled together, taking what they have available to them and patchworking it together into something that might look unpleasant, but absolutely works. Just like those that live there.

Welcome to Neathholm.

Upon our arrival, we are taken directly to Chief Sull, the elderly and ratlike leader of the village.

He opines that if uplanders are down here, the End Times must be upon them at last - the End Times either meaning their doom, or the prophecy of the mongrels returning to the Mendevian Crusades against the Worldwound. Either way would mean the destruction of their society as they know it, and he is naturally wary of all of this.

Lann, of course, wastes no time.

🦎: "Chief Sull! We found the angel's sword! And we found the one who can wield it." Lann points at you. "She had a vision and now the angel's sword, together with the Light of Heaven, are somehow... inside her. Gather the tribe! Anyone who can hold a weapon. The young ones are still alive, we can go save them!"

This is what I was dreading. There's a dialogue option that delays this confrontation, and I'm going to mash my mouse cursor into it as hard as I can.

🪓: "Is there someone else from the surface here?" 🐀: "There he ish. Hale and hearty and prim as a peacock. Jusht like me. Sh'not good. Too many uplanders - sh'not good, sh'not right. What are you up to here? You're not one of us, we're not your kind. When the time comes, we'll come to you. Not you to ush."

And that's also true - the stories passed down say that the walls in the Shield Maze will fall and the mongrels will be able to rise to the surface, not that the surface will fall to them.

There are three options left. One is to deny to the chief that any magical sword will even help them, but that feels too mean to me. Another is the one I usually take, the Lawful coded option to [Reveal the Light of Heaven] and show that Lann speaks the truth.

But the poll was the poll. And while you can still be nice to Lann here and still choose Wenduag later, I feel like it would go against the spirit to do that just to save Lann's feelings. Besides, Wenduag's not entirely wrong here - it would be a lot easier for a small group to slip in unnoticed than to arm the entire village and storm the Shield Maze, potentially endangering even more lives. Wenduag is the only one who's been through the Shield Maze and made it back alive, after all, so when she says she can get us through and rescue the kids the sneaky way, it isn't necessarily a bad plan. On paper, at least, and assuming she isn't lying to us.

But... then I would have to be mean to Lann. And I really don't want to be mean to Lann.

Fuck. The internet has spoken, and they want me to take the spiderkitten who thinks of nothing but murder all day. Might as well go all-in.

🪓: (Chaotic) "Lann is mistaken. We didn't find the sword."

🦎: "Why are you doing this?" 🕷: "Doing what? Telling the truth?" 🪓: "I don't want the blood of gullible mongrels on my hands." 🦎: "So now instead, we'll both have the blood of young mongrels on our hands - kids waiting for help that'll never come. Everybody around me said that they didn't want to go anywhere or save anyone, but I didn't believe them. I always have to take things further than anybody else, isn't that right, Chief?"

And there it is. You can see the moment his heart rips in two, Lisa. We've crushed not only his hopes that not only could he use a symbol of the crusade to rescue his clanmates, but that I was someone he could trust. But now I've called him a liar and shown him to be a fool in front of his chief, and though he falls silent to watch us carefully, he won't forget what we did.

🕷: "You made the right choice. It was the lesser of two evils. And now - rest, so we can be at our best when we go into the maze. I promised to lead you to the surface, and I will."

Sticking around a bit to chat with Chief Sull, I learn some more about the mongrels and their role with the crusades. Turns out it's not just Lann - the mongrels really do believe that there will be a sign to rise to the surface to join the fight, when the Shield Maze falls and the way to the surface opens, but that it's not something they should seek out; it will happen when it happens.

Of course, it may not be a commonly-held belief that they should wait until the walls fall to try to make their way through. Lann and Wenduag both agree on that point, even if they differ on both the means and the intent - Lann thinks it's their duty to be crusaders now, and Wenduag wants to go to the surface for her own purposes.

Chief Sull also gives us some interesting information about Lann and Wenduag. Namely that Lann used to live up on the surface, which is why he feels like he doesn't belong underground with the rest of his clan. And that Wenduag is a role model whether she wants to be or not - all the other mongrels look up to her and listen to her.

🪓: "I'm going to enter the Maze with Wenduag."

The implication here, of course, being that Chief Sull is Wenduag's father, or at least someone who considers himself to be a father figure. I know I said I'm going to avoid looking up the original Adventure Path, as this game should be self-contained with all the explanation needed to fully enjoy it without any outside knowledge (and I will be judging it as such) but I did look it up and while Wenduag is his daughter there, she might not be here? Something I look forward to exploring later when we go through her companion quests.

Though I will say that I'm going to impose another rule on myself now, which is not to look up anything else from the Adventure Path at all, until the eventual point I decide to change my mind about it later.

That said, let's go for Level 2. Y'all are horny for numbers so let's talk about my build. As I said earlier, I'm cannibalizing a throwing axe build usually made for Wenduag, but making some tweaks to account for the fact that I A: will probably be going for 40 levels due to taking the Legend mythic path (more on that later) and B: wanted to take a pet because fuck it, I like having a pet in these games. So with that in mind, my second level is in Rogue (Thug).

I know the portrait looks nothing like me. There was nothing in the default and I didn't want to use one of the portrait packs on the Nexus because there's no guarantee they won't be A: stolen or B: AI stolen, which normally wouldn't matter for playing by myself (right-click save for your personal games, who gives a shit) but ethically is not a good idea for something I'm sharing. Even if I'm not making money off this, it's not a good idea to use some artist's work for something I'm writing for other people without their consent.

In any case, Chief Sull lets us know there's a tent we can rest at before we head out to the Shield Maze, so we make our way through the village. On the way we meet back up with Anevia, who has found the other uplander that fell down and managed to find shelter at Neathholm.

To be entirely honest, I don't know if life could do anything to this man worse than being named Horgus Gwerm.

I'll spare you the subsequent bluster. Teal dear, he's the richest man in Kenabres. Woe is him, he funded the festival and now he's down here, et cetera. Though he does seem to be a bit less up his own ass than I would expect of a wealthy merchant.

💰: "But they turned out to be decent chaps. Frightening to look at, but able to keep a bargain." 🪓: "You don't speak very kindly of the mongrels, even though they saved your life!" 💰: "Pah. Kind words are for people with hours to fritter away on pleasantries. Horgus Gwerm speaks his mind - and he pays for services rendered not with kind words but with hard coin. I gave my mongrels my dagger in exchange for their help - its handle is worth more than their whole village."

Slightly less up his own ass than I was expecting. Only slightly.

He seems to have some connection to Camellia, sneaking glances at her, and she's quick to back him when he asks to hire us out to guide him back to the city. Especially since he's offering a thousand gold pieces upon successful arrival back to the surface, which a quick successful Diplomacy check bumps up to two thousand. Cash on delivery, of course - we need to get him to his funds first before he can make a withdrawal.

What? Don't look at me like that. He just said that he'd rather give someone money than platitudes. I'm taking him at his word.

With that he goes over to a table near the closest campfire and starts bickering with Anevia.

💰: "This tragedy may not have happened if you'd spent less time surveilling honest citizens and more time tracking the real spies and demon worshippers!" 🕵️‍♀️: "Brilliant idea. How come I didn't think of it? Now if only the cultists would tell us they were cultists... Then we wouldn't have to waste time investigating honest citizens who decide to go all cloak and dagger right under our noses!"

Gwerm despairs that the city might already be flattened, while Anevia points out that Nerosyan is not terribly far - there's an entire army ready to march if Deskari decides to stick around longer.

The real interesting part is how they reacted to the mongrels - Anevia says that if she'd known they were down here, she'd have tried to bring them up to the city long ago - the descendants of the first crusaders should be honored, not forgotten. Gwerm points out that Prelate Hulrun would have had them all executed, which is definitely further proof that Hulrun is a lot harsher than he probably needs to be.

Level-ups completed, gear sold and updated at the mongrel shopkeep (who has a throwing axe, but only one, so I won't be dual-wielding those any time soon), we settle down for the night. It's not long before Wenduag wakes me up - she wants to head out in the dead of night, leave Lann behind, and try to push through without leaving a trace.

🪓: "Are we still going to save the missing mongrels?" 🕷: "What? Oh, them... they're probably dead already, but if we meet anyone on the way, we won't just walk on by. At the end of the day, they are of the tribe."

Definitely reinforcing my decision to go with you and not get the kids killed, Wenduag. Certainly not suspicious at all.

I'm not entirely certain how much of what she's telling me is something she actually believes. Not being able to meet my eyes when she speaks is definitely a narrative flag of lying, or at least of internal struggles with the truth. And yes, I know that's an extremely neurotypical and allistic read of the situation, but narrative conventions are made from neurotypical and allistic standpoints and I'm going off those out of sheer probability. They're flagging for Wenduag definitely not being the good choice (on the good vs evil axis), and mechanically she's chaotic evil to Lann's lawful good, but also she didn't have to say this.

Is she saying it because it's what she thinks I want to hear, or is it because it's something she actually believes? Time will tell.

Next time: The Shield Maze!

[theretirementstory]

17/11/24. Bonjour à tous goodness me we are midway through November and the temperatures are certainly falling quickly.

It has been a bit of a topsy turvy week for me. Monday and Tuesday, along with the dull days, I started feeling a bit down. No word from Paris and I started to ask myself why. I felt “cut off” no treatment other than transfusions for platelets, no correspondence except via the doctor in Troyes which had only been from the doctor who returned to Italy on 31 October. I had jobs I wanted to do but had no enthusiasm to do them. I guess it’s normal really, I am not the only patient but everything before has been pretty pronto.

So getting away from the beginning of the week, I woke on Wednesday bright and cheery and boy did I achieve a lot! I even went for a walk which lifted my spirits, not just because it was a lovely day. I brought the car out of the garage, checked lights and indicators before giving it a spin around the estate and putting it back into the garage.

A lovely little wren has moved into a shrub close to the house, (maybe it has been there a while) I was so pleased to see it, as I have said before I don’t put out bread, fat balls or bags of nuts as I don’t want to encourage more wildlife 🐀 or 🐁. In the garden at my home in the UK I also had a wren living there. As you may know I have birds aplenty residing in the shrubs, great tits, robin, sparrows, usually Mr and Mrs Blackbird but maybe they are on vacation as I haven’t seen them for a while, now this little wren too. I try to protect them from any marauding 🐈‍⬛ 🐈!

Anie messaged to say she had tested positive for Covid, oh what a blow but as I said last week she really didn’t look so well when I last saw her. Anyway she has now had the negative results and came to see me yesterday afternoon. I was telling her about the wren and she joked it had maybe arrived from the UK looking for me. She was also telling me about something “orange on our estate” she kept saying “soucis” although I know this word I kept thinking “souris” 🐁. Then she used another word and I realised it wasn’t two orange mice” but two orange calendulas which look as if they have been discarded from a garden and taken root on the bank to the field. I had seen them previously when in the taxi for hospital. We did laugh when she said “no not Mickey Mouse”.

When Monique was here last week, she was amazed that the iris leaves were coming through already. I had previously told friends that the remaining hellebore plant had buds on it. They were amazed. I moan about the state of my garden (sometimes) but I really do believe that I am doing something good out there. I pruned my roses back by a third in August (had read to do that) they have grown that third back and I have had a flower in October and there is a bud waiting to open in November. Houseplants, however, are a different subject although my Xmas cactus is flowering and a cactus Marie-Therese bought me, years ago, seems very happy. It has produced other cacti, one of those now has four or five babies on it. Goodness me, poor plant only gets watered when I remember. I am waiting to see if I can keep the orchid, I have never had much success with them. Going back to Monique (sorry I am easily side tracked) she has been looking after her twin granddaughters as both have been ill. Let’s hope that they are in the mend now.

On Thursday when I went shopping, I spotted a friend’s car in the car park. I saw her even before I opened the door. She stands and looks at the food, must be deciding what she will make with it before she puts it in her basket. Anyway I spoke to her and was telling her about myself and asked about her and the family, her poor mother is in a home (she lives in Finland) consequently she tries to visit as often as she can but she also understands that her children (5 and 10) find it hard to see their grandmother like that. Plus Liisa’s husband carries a gene which his sister also had and she passed away earlier in the year aged 40. So I guess she has a lot on her plate. I said I would have her pop down for a coffee and a chat soon.

Oh yes talking about people “popping down to see me”, “The Photographer” and his children are coming over to see me (oh wow)! More on that later.

Everywhere is gearing up for Xmas and I got into the “festive spirit” by finding my Xmas cards and starting to write them. Got some done then stopped.

For my family it’s been “that weekend of the year”, the time when Aunt and Uncle from London arrive for about 10 days to stay in “not so sunny Scarborough” and expect all the family to come along and stay at the weekend. It would be ok if Uncle wasn’t so maudlin, and they weren’t both a couple of old soaks. “The Photographer” took his children with him for the two nights he was staying. It was lovely because being a seaside resort, Father Christmas arrived by boat and that was on Saturday so the children saw him. “The Solicitor” and “The Recovery Coordinator” stayed over Friday night, went home Saturday afternoon and are making another flying visit today.

It’s the music section of the blog, I wonder if it’s too early for Xmas songs, well I guess it’s never too early for this one! It’s by Bruce Springfield, “Santa Claus Is Coming’ To Town” this was released as a promo disc in 1981.

I guess it is appropriate as Santa Claus did come to Scarborough Town this weekend.

The second song is by Mike Oldfield ft Maggie Reilly, It’s “Moonlight Shadow” released in 1983. However a version by Sound of Legend was released in 2024 (wow how up to date am I).

It is currently 4c and I really must have my breakfast. I am hoping that my pork chops defrost so that I can have my main meal about 2pm as my American friend is due to be coming down sometime this afternoon. Oh I was just going to go to the shop as well but as the highest temperature for the day is 7c I think I will remain at home where I am nice and warm.

Jusqu’à la semaine prochaine.

[sharknadoslutt]

Self indulgent post highlighting one of my favorite smutty encounters from my Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader fic on A03 because I'm stoned and am proud of myself for reaching 31 chapters of a smutty slowburn fic series? and 37,000 hits!! I'm shooketh. Welp next chapter is their real wedding so... Thought this would be cute to post on my tumblr! SPICY BRUNO ART BENEATH THE CUT 😏💚🐀

PAIRING: Bruno Madrigal x Fem!Reader

18+ only for sexual content - For more read the full fic, Antisocial by Sharknadoslut on A03

~ "I love you.." Bruno whispered, his voice so quiet, so gentle, you barely even heard him. "So much.."

This was the most affectionate you had been with each other since that one morning in your families stables. You blushed a bit at the memory.

Suddenly inspired, Bruno puckered his lips gently against your skin. He left intimate, open-mouthed kisses against your quickening pulse. You shivered as the initial innocence of his hold shifted into something else entirely. The man kissed you again and again, then again. Each kiss pressed against your neck was longer and deeper than the last. More sensual. You leaned your head to the side, giving your Husband more room to nip your flesh. In reaction, he let out a sharp breath of excitement. He extended his tongue, ghosting up towards your ear.

You stifled a moan, repressing it with a bite of your lower lip, only now fully noticing the height of his lust for you at this moment. When you saw that all too familiar green illuminating from his nearly closed eyes.

His hands began to roam upwards, shifting from wrapping around your waist, to resting just under the mounds of your breast. Without kissing you, he ghosted his lips over your ear and simply breathed. It was low, gruff breathing and the warm air against your sensitive ear brought your core to pulse with desire.

When you didn't stop him, Bruno only continued. He palmed your breasts over the blouses fabric, possessively groping you and breathing deeply. Bruno's actions were so slow and gentle but they were even more so needy, desperate… He was begging you to allow him to proceed. He wanted to touch more of you.

You didn't moan, knowing the importance of remaining silent, but you reacted to his longing touch by arching your back against his front. You felt him slowly growing hard against his pants.

Neither of you said a word, you didn't have too. You matched his energy with your own in mutual wanting, mutual lust. It was instantaneous and powerful. He palmed your breast more greedily and you reached around, pressing your hands to his shoulders. When his eyes began gleaming deeper, illuminating the wall before you, you shivered and turned around quickly, not daring to speak out loud..

Bruno looked right into your soul as your arms wrapped around his neck. He pulled you close in return. It was magnetic. Your entire body screamed for him as he held you close.

In a quick, swift movement Bruno kicked the closet door shut behind himself, closing you off together in the privacy of the dark, cramped space. His eyes shined brighter than the sunlight seeping in through the crack of the doorframe. You jumped as he then slammed his lips against your own, tongue sliding against yours forcefully. He was desperate for you in every way.

The tiniest squeak slipped out of you as he pushed you against the wall, pausing for the quickest moment in case you stopped him. But when you grabbed his shirt collar, only strengthening the passion of this kiss, he stopped holding back. All bets were off. This was happening.

Your back pressed flush against the wall as Bruno pressed against you. The curly haired man kissed you deeply while unbuttoning your shirt. Once your mid-drift was exposed, Bruno's face trailed down. He kissed the nap of your breasts, licking your soft skin. Wriggling in his grasps and restraining sounds of lust, you could feel his lips smirking against you. You wanted him and could already feel a pool of warmth gathering between your legs.

He reached down, his fingers slipping past the hymn of your skirt and into your panties. It took everything in you not to moan as he explored your slick folds. You bucked your hips against his, breaking the kiss to keep yourself calm with deep breaths. You couldn't take it, you needed him inside you. Now. It'd been too long.

Bruno silently reeled as you palmed the erection over his pants. When you pulled his cock out, the man happily reacted with urgency, catching onto your drift and more than ready to comply with your needs. You pulled your skirt up once he removed his hand from your sex. He pressed his face next to yours so his forehead was against your shoulder. You wrapped one leg around his waist and he grabbed it, hiking it around his waist before lining himself up with your entrance. Once you were both nestled into place, Bruno pushed your panties to the side and slowly pushed himself into your soaked walls.

Both of you tensed once he was completely inside, restraining vocal reaction to this unimaginable pleasure, intensely reeling from the blissful intimacy of this spontaneous encounter. Bruno then started pumping in and out of you, fucking you slowly, passionately. Quietly. He steadied one arm against the wall for balance while the other one rubbed your leg on his side. The angle only allowed his hips to slam directly against yours as he made love to you against the wall.

Needing to ground himself back to this reality, Bruno kissed you again. It was passionate and soft, his lips molding to yours as he thrusted up into you.

The corners of your eyes begin tearing from the sheer intensity of the situation. You felt so close to him. You felt so safe in his hold, like you belonged there. Your body soon tightens with pleasure so you grip his shoulders, clawing into him slightly, trying to distract yourself from moaning his name as you came hard. With a gasp, you open your eyes and are met with Bruno's. He had been studying your expression. You could tell by his gaze, he was so close to his own undoing.

With three more deep thrusts, Bruno met his own release and joined you in bliss. He rode out his orgasm, rutting into you gently, his face again pressed to the skin of your neck. You were about purring in delight when he finally spilled himself inside of you, heaving a deep breath into your ear as he remained buried between your legs.

You panted together, relaxing in post-orgasmic bliss after such an emotionally difficult week.

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Big shout out to @papayawhipped FOR DRAWING THIS FUCKING FANTASTIC ART TO GO WITH THIS CHAPTER!!! We love a horny Bruno aahhHHHH!!! Thanks, babe! This art is fantastic!!

[lavendertales]

That is an amazing milestone so many congratulations are in order! Celebratory drinks all around! 🎉🎈😸💜🍻🥂🍾🎊🎆

OK, my request is heavy angst with no happy ending. Female reader. Curvy, short--I mean, fun sized, with glasses. I think with Max Phillips or Whiskey...

#44 "I'm only here for the dog." (Reader gets the dog lol).

#91 "Don't go on that date."

"Why?"

"You know why."

"Say it."

(Reader already trying [though honestly utterly failing] to move on with someone else? Another Pedro character, perhaps? [Ezra popped into my head for some reason though dealer's choice if that option is chosen...])...

Anyway. Make me hurt good. Lol

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thank you so much, honey!! ❤️❤️hope this is what you envisioned!

breaking me - Jack Daniels x f!reader x Ezra

word count: 774

A/N: angst. reader is, as per the request, short and wears glasses. Ezra is only mentioned tho.

The knock came sooner than you expected. At 7:58 pm, you knocked on the door, heart in your throat. This was going to be an amicable moment and nothing else. You knew that, he knew that.

You checked the time again. 7:59 pm. A bad omen, you fleetingly thought.

The door opened, Jack’s disheveled figure meeting yours and you gulped. Crap, it was already more difficult than you thought back at home.

“Hi,” he greeted you, voice guttural and thick with emotion.

“Hi.”

He stepped aside, welcoming you inside. You tucked your hands into your pockets, looking around nervously. The place was filled with thousands of memories, from all categories: happy, sad, angry, amusing… everything hurt.

“Would you like something to drink?”

“I’m just here for the dog.”

Jack nodded, moving right past you to the bedroom. Moments later, he returned with Spot, the dog the two of you got when you were living together. When you broke up less than a month ago, Jack immediately gave you Spot, no arguments. You suspected it was mostly so he wouldn’t have yet another painful reminder of you and your relationship. Truth be told, you were glad to take Spot; to you, he was a welcomed and much needed friend.

You were rubbing his belly as Jack stared at you. Everything about you was just as beautiful, just as enticing and all the more heartbreaking.

“Look, I feel like I should say this so you don’t get caught by surprise if you somehow hear it elsewhere,” you said with a grave voice.

“What?”

“I’m… going out on Friday. It’s… a date.”

You struggled to get out the words. It was hard to even process, but you meant no harm when you said that. You didn’t even try to make him jealous or anything, you simply felt like he needed to know that.

But you weren’t really sure it was a good idea to go on that date. You certainly weren’t ready to go out with someone new. You had to try though.

Right?

“His name is Ezra. He works at a museum, he’s very smart and – “

“No offense, darlin’, but I really don’t want to hear about that.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, I just – “

“Doin’ it anyway.”

“I just thought it might be better if you heard it from me.”

“Hate to break it to ya, but it only makes it worse.”

You stood up, trying to meet his gaze, but it was tough considering how much significantly shorter you were than him. You fixed your glasses and looked at him, nostrils flaring with anger. Unjustified, perhaps, boiling right at the surface, but still there.

Screw amicable.

“I’m sorry if you think I came here to hurt you or something, but I came here to get Spot and maybe even to see you one last time.”

“See, every word you’re saying makes it all hurt ten times worse than it already does.”

“I am tired of apologizing, Jack! We agreed this was friendly and peaceful and now it feels like it’s not.”

“When you’re gonna walk out of that door, you get a dog and a date. And I get nothing.”

“What do you want me to do then? We can’t be together, we can’t be apart…”

“Don’t go on that date,” he cooed, seemingly one step away from falling apart altogether.

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Say it.”

“I love you.”

You hadn’t heard those words in a while and they made you tremble with pain and fury alike.

“It’s not going to work this way, Jack,” you whispered through tears, fighting the almost urge to choke on your own words. “You can’t just say that and expect things to magically fall into place.”

“I love you so fuckin’ much – “

“Stop.”

Upon seeing your flushed face, cheeks crimson with anger and tear-stained, Jack backed away, looking down at Spot, then at you once more.

“I just came here for the dog,” you said.

“I hope you find everything you’re looking for, darlin’.”

You know you won’t ever hear that pet name again. You just know. And even if you will, it won’t ever feel that way.

Once the door gets closed, a painful sob leaves your throat, but no sound comes out. You lean against the wall, with Spot looking up at you all confused, and you let it all out. You feel the finality of the moment, you feel how stupid it was of you to tell him about your date or that you set it in the first place.

In the empty hallway, you weep until you can’t breathe.

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[vikkirosko]

Okay since we did the horror Au for Camp Camp about South Park basically all the students inside the school are dead abour a Yandere Horror Wendy,Bebe,Heidi,Kyle,Stan,Kenny headcanons

So many characters...

Headcanons Horror

💙Yandere!Stan Marsh x Reader 🐶

You've always been interested in everything mystical and paranormal. So when you found out about an abandoned city where something inexplicable was going on, you decided to find out what was the matter there

The city was really abandoned. Strange symbols were painted on some walls, doors, tree trunks. You've never seen such symbols before. You assumed that the strange events that were happening here were connected with some kind of cult, but you weren't sure for sure

You decided to walk through the forest near the city, but when you got there, you felt that you were being watched. You couldn't understand where this feeling came from, because when you looked around, you didn't find anyone. You wandered through the forest until you found a clearing. There was a guy you didn't know sitting in this clearing. It wasn't until you took a couple of steps towards him that you realized he wasn't human. He had horns and the whites of his eyes were yellow. He looked at you and smiled. You realized that you had to run, but strange animals blocked your way back. This guy smiled at you

"I've been waiting for you. I knew you'd come. And finally you're here. You don't have many options. You can stay with me of your own free will, or I'll have to force you. What do you choose?"

💚Yandere!Kyle Broflovski x Reader ✡

You were sitting in a bunker in the light of a single light bulb. You've been living in this bunker for several years, ever since something terrible started happening in your hometown. There were no living people there except you right now. You didn't know what exactly happened to all the residents of the city, but you knew for sure that you couldn't escape from South Park

You left the bunker only to get supplies. Sometimes you thought about leaving, but each time you still returned to the bunker. You knew he wouldn't let you go. He never let you go

You were sitting in a bunker and tried not to pay attention to anything. It was cold in the room, but no matter how much you tried to keep warm, you couldn't. Every time he was around you were very cold

Looking down, you saw ghostly arms hugging you. It was Kyle. He was always there. He wouldn't let you go. After his death, he was always there. At first you were afraid of him, but now you didn't care. You knew there was no salvation for you anymore. He'll never let you go

🧡Yandere!Kenny McCormick x Reader 🐀

You didn't remember your childhood well. You knew that you were forced to leave your hometown, but you didn't know for what reason. But when you got older, you decided to find old photos and decided to visit those with whom you were friends as a child

You've been driving for a long time in search of South Park. You couldn't find the city using GPS or a map, so you had to follow the old road signs. But when you arrived in the city, you saw that it was abandoned. You didn't understand what happened there, but you weren't going to leave until you found out exactly what happened there. That's why you went looking for your old house

You wandered around the city until you found the house of your childhood friend. The old photo was of you and him against the background of this very house. You knocked on the door, but no one answered. The door was open. The house was a complete ruin. There was no one in the house. But you found a photograph in one of the rooms. It was the same photo as yours. It stood on the bedside table and, unlike everything else, was not covered with dust. It was as if someone had kept this photo very carefully. You picked up the photo when you heard the door creak. Turning your head, you saw something that horrified you. In the doorway stood the one who had once been a human

You recognized this person as your childhood friend. He was older, his skin was covered in dirt and dried blood, and some of his wounds were hardly compatible with life. You stepped back in fright. He started moving towards you. His lips stretched into a smile. He was saying something, but his voice was so quiet that you couldn't make out what he said. You doubted he was alive, but he wasn't dead either. It was as if he was between life and death. Only when he got close enough to you could you make out what he said

"I still waited for your return..."

📚Yandere!Wendy Testaburger x Reader📱

You were going to visit relatives in another city, but because of repair work on the road, you were forced to take a detour through a creepy abandoned city. You didn't know why the city became abandoned, but you didn't really want to find out either

Luck was far from on your side. Your car broke down near one of the houses. You tried to figure out what happened, but you couldn't figure it out. You didn't find any obvious reasons for the breakdown. You were forced to call a tow truck because it was quite far to the nearest city and you wouldn't have walked. In order not to wait on the street, you went into one of the houses

You decided to look around the house, but found nothing special there except a photo of a girl who apparently lived there before. You didn't know what exactly happened to her. Suddenly, a message came to your phone. It was from an unknown number. In these messages, you were asked not to leave. You couldn't understand what kind of joke it was and decided to write a message in response. But when the sound of a message came next to you, you felt a chill in your chest

The phone from which the messages were sent to you was lying on the table, covered with a layer of dust. They couldn't send messages from it. You were right in this room. You decided to get out of the house as soon as possible, but the door to the room slammed shut and a call came to your phone. You picked up the phone. A woman's voice came out of the speaker and said that she wouldn't let you go for anything. When the tow truck arrived, they found only your car. You yourself were nowhere to be found

💄Yandere!Bebe Stevens x Reader 💞

You traveled around the country with your friends. You didn't have any special purpose, you just wanted to see beautiful and interesting places. That's how you arrived in the abandoned city of South Park

You didn't know the reason why the city was abandoned. You spent the whole day exploring the city, but you didn't find anything interesting. You decided to stay overnight in one of the houses and go further in the morning. You fell asleep pretty quickly without feeling anything strange

You woke up in the middle of the night from strange noises. It was like someone was humming a song. You opened your eyes and sat down. There was no one in the room but you. Your friends have disappeared somewhere. You went to the first floor and saw that your friends were lying on the floor. They were dead. You were terrified. You were supposed to get out of there, but the door was locked. The singing began to approach. You ran into the room and locked the door. You huddled in a corner and closed your eyes. You prayed, hoping to live until morning. Perhaps the dawn will help you to escape. But suddenly you felt cold female palms on your cheeks. Your heart stopped in fright

"My love, open your eyes... Now we will always be together... Open your eyes... Look at me... Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you... Look at me... Am I not beautiful?.."

🌸Yandere!Heidi Turner x Reader 🧣

You've often heard stories about ghostly fellow travelers, but you've never believed in these stories. So when one day you saw a young girl on the road, you decided to give her a ride

Heidi, that was the girl's name, asked you to take her home. She was pretty quiet and upset. You asked her what happened to her. She cried sitting in the next seat and told you that her friends often bully her and classmates think she is stupid and unfunny. It was very hard for her because of this. You tried to support her. Your words were able to calm the girl down

Her house was in a small town that you've never heard of before. But the strangest thing was that the house, like the city as a whole, looked abandoned. When you asked if she really lives here, she nodded and asked you to go with her. You couldn't understand the reason, but you agreed, fearing that someone might offend her

Everything in her house was covered in dust and cobwebs. There was no one there but you two. You didn't understand how she could even live here. You had no idea how she looked at you. She was glad she met you. She was glad that after her death she met someone who genuinely cares about her. She won't let you go

[kimhargreeves]

🐀A Thief's Heart- Ratcatcher x Reader

Summary: After many struggles in your life with your family. You decide to movie out to Portugal, on your first week there you notice a couple of your jewelry has gone missing. There you encounter a man known as Ratcatcher.

A/N: The character of Ratcatcher made me feel emotional even if he was barely in the movie. I freaking love Taika Waititi and I just had to write his character. His name in the comic is Otis so I'll go by that since in the movie they never confirmed it.

"And don't you ever return."

Those words meant nothing to me now, they did sting a bit but I had to move on, move out of the United States and start a new life. I had never been to another country, so I just took a huge risk and picked Portugal.

I picked up my bags and headed out of the airport and called up a taxi. I was to stay at a hotel for a couple of days until I could find a new but not too expensive house.

As soon as I checked it and left my luggage I wandered out and began admiring everything around me. The streets weren't as cleaned as back home or some houses well built, but I felt free for once.

My parents are respectable people and always get what they want. They only associate each other with rich people, so they wanted me to follow their footsteps.

"Such assholes." I sighed and came to a nice restaurant outdoors and ordered something to eat. I placed my heavy purse down at my feet and was deeply concentrated on the newspaper in my hand. I understood some Spanish and tried looking for a job or apartment to live.

I just ordered coffee with a few other things and placed some money on the table and left a tip to the waiter. "Muchas gracias señorita."

The kind man smiled and his eyes turned to horror when he let our a scream and the rest of the people sitting nearby did too. The man grabbed a broom and I looked back to see a couple of rats running down the street.

"I'm sorry ma'am. These rats have been showing up out of nowhere."

I nodded my head and watched the man leave. I picked up my purse and felt it a bit lighter. "That's odd." I opened it up and could've sworn I had a few things in there. I didn't pay much attention to it and went off my own way and started to know the place around.

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For the next few days I had no luck finding an apartment, on my free time I would visit the same restaurant and this time I was cautious. Cautious because I realized things were indeed disappearing everytime I come here. I opened up the menu and kept glancing down at my purse.

"Rat!!" A lady shouted almost close to my ear. The staff hurriedly came outside with brooms and began hitting the rats. My mouth fell open when I was way more rats than last time and some had my things.

I heard a rat whine when it was being hit. I quickly grabbed my purse and placed it around me and I ran forward and grabbed the rat without thinking about it twice.

"Hey hey that's enough! The poor rat isn't harming anyone."

"Miss that rat had diseases. I advice you to let go of it and leave the cleaning to us." By cleaning they meant kill it.

I decided to leave the place and protectively held the rat in my hand who didn't seem to mind. "You alright there?" I nearly let the rat fall out of my hands when it nodded it head.

"Did you just nod?" The rat nodded again. "I'm going insane." I took a moment to breath and I looked around and spotted rats running away. I quickly began to follow them and was led to an empty alley.

There I noticed a hooded figure kneeling down and talking to the rats. "You have something of mine." I loudly spoke. The figure quickly looked up and I noticed he was wearing a mask.

I quickly backed up when the figure got closer. "You have something of mine too."

"I saved Crisp from getting killed off because you've been stealing my things." I held up the rat. Crisp and I called the rat jumped over to the man's coat and looked at us back and forth.

The man said a few things I didn't understand and he handed me my things back. "Hey! At least show your face. I'd like to know who the thief is who stole my things look like."

I shouted when he started to leave. "Why are you so annoying?" He quickly took off his mask and stared at me also annoyed. "Go back to where you belong, kid."

He was tall and had messy short grey hair and a long dark brown coat with the mask now hanging by his hip and a few things on his many pockets.

"Kid? I'm about the same age as you." I said now following him. "Besides this is my home now and I have every right to be here.. Where are you going?" I asked confused when I saw him about to enter what seemed like the sewers.

"Away from you."

I rolled my eyes and even if he had stolen a things from me, I started to feel bad. "Hey..Are you hungry? I can treat you to lunch if you'd like?" The man paused before entering. He sighed loudly and turned to look at me unimpressed.

"Sure, whatever." He started to know walk past me and I quickly followed him behind.

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"This is it. Home sweet home." I held onto my bags and looked at my surroundings. "Is this really, your home?" I asked.

There was an old looking couch by a broken window. Dust and spiderwebs in every corner along with a few pieces of wood thrown by a corner, dirty or ripped blankets covering the broken window and a single mattress on a dirty carpet.

"Not to your liking princess?" He scoffed from the other side of the room. "The bathroom is over there, but I will say there's no warm water here. I was lucky to find this place, there's a roof over my head. That's all I need."

"Guess you're right."

"You can stay here for as long as you need. You'll keep spending money if you continue paying up for a motel."

This was very different from what I'm used to. "I'll clean up! This filthy broken apartment needs a bit of a feminine touch."

I stopped talking when I saw his bored expression on me. "Don't get yourself too attached."

"What does that even mean?"

"It means what it means. The couch is cleaner than the mattress so you can take that." Without another word he went to the mattress in the floor and easily fell asleep. I laid down my things in the floor and got myself comfortable on the couch, I glanced over to him and saw a bunch of rats covering him from the cold.

I frowned and felt bad. I felt something climbing on me and I noticed the rat I had saved had laid itself on my chest. I smiled and petted the rat until we both fell asleep.

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"And there! Everything is now cleaned up!" I admired my work and the apartment had some major improvements. The building below was completely abandoned and filthy but I managed to clean this place up and got rid of the old mattress and got a new one. I threw the old blankets and curtains away and replaced them with a few I brought with me.

"Good morning." I happy said when Otis finally made it back from wherever he went. Probably to steal more things.

His dark eyes looked at the improved apartment. "It wasn't much but I replaced s few things, cleaned up the couch, got a new mattress and left the dirty one for your rats to sleep. Here I made you breakfast."

I handed him some breakfast I made for him. "You.. didn't have to do this."

"Of course I did? Crisp helped me out."

He looked at me confused, "Who's, Crisp?"

"Crisp Ratt. I named your rat like that, I rescued him do he's gotten quite close to me." I giggled when the rat started running across my shoulders and up to my hand.

"In return can you show me where you go?" Otis stopped eating and shook his head.

"It's the sewers. It's filthy for someone like you to go there."

"I don't care. I'm interested in what you do, or how you can command your rats around."

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn ya."

That night we both headed down the sewers and he showed me where the rest of the rats are. He also showed me how the rats go around and steal things so he can sell later.

I took a breath of fresh air when we made it back up and the tons of rats went back to their hiding place. I wasn't used to all of this, but this was completely different from the life I had been living.

I stared at the rats amazed when they did their work, while I was busy looking at them I could feel Otis's eyes on me. I looked back and smiled at him, he smiled back but it was a forced smile, he was sad.

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The next day I had spent it alone, I kept waiting for Otis to return but he didn't. So, I went out looking for him. I had many him dinner and he wasn't around. I was starting to get nervous. "Crisp?" I noticed the rat whining and running around for me to follow him.

It was completely dark out and Otis had warned me to not wander off when it's night, but I ignored those words and began to follow Crisp. I made it to a dark dirty alley it looked a lot like the previous one we went.

I covered my mouth and my heart started pounding faster. Otis had his eyes closed, he was sitting against a wall and he had a needle sticking out of his arm. Heroin.

I fell to my knees and took the thing off and threw it away. "Hey, wake up." I tried to wake him up but he didn't respond. "Does he always do this?" Crisp who was by my side nodded.

There was no way I would be able to take him back. I looked into his coat and saw the thing he uses to command the rats, the wand. I lit it up and in seconds rats we swarmed around us. I ran up ahead and opened the door for the rats to come in with Otis.

"I can take it from here, thank you all." I told the rats and helped him up on the bed. The rats went back to their hiding spots and I was now alone with Otis. I rested my head on the bed and patiently waited for him to wake up.

As soon as he did I told him many things and couldn't help but cry. "If you want me to leave just say it! Quit doing this it can kill you someday." I shouted back when he told me to mind my own business.

Thing is I learned that night that he did it because he didn't want me to be close to someone like him. "If you do it next time I'll leave." I warned him.

Otis grabbed my hand and held it tight. "I won't do it again."

I held up my pinkie which made him laugh from his door on the bed. "Gotta promise."

Otis raised his pinkie and interwhined it with mine. "I promise."

"Good, that means you're stuck with me."

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Days turned into weeks, months and a year I was still here. I was cleaning up and making food, it was a year ago when my parents contacted me again and weren't happy when they found out who I was living with. They have no right to tell me who I should live with.

I smiled when I heard the door open and Otis came in with a rose and held it out for me. "A rose for the most beautiful woman in the world."

I blushed and took it from his hand. "I'm sorry I couldn't buy a bouquet like most men do."

"This is perfectly, Otis. You don't need to get me something big to show your love for me." I blushed and leaned up to kiss him.

"Look what else I got." Otis dug into his pockets and pulled out a small stuffed plush rat. "For our little one." He rested his hand on my stomach and smiled when he felt the baby kick.

We were both struggling with money especially since the baby would be born real soon.

"I have a feeling she'll be like you."

"No." I turned to him surprised and saw a sad smile on his lips. "I want her to be like her mother."

"What did we talk about? Otis, I want you to be happy."

He stood silent and carefully wrapped his arms around me. "You're right. I'll be a good father and I'll make our daughter the happiest little girl."

[addicted-to-his-knife]

((Hi! I was bored and thought this fandom needs a bit more content, despite having wonderful blogs like yours, so I decided to write something short about Graves and Shilo and submit it here! Listen, I am a MASSIVE Gramber shipper, but if y'all don't think Graves is soft af around Shilo y'all can leave I'll show you the door xD I love them in a brother/sister/best friends typa way! So yeah hope y'all enjoy ♡ Also excuse any flaws, as English is not my first language!))

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The kid was nowhere to be seen. At all. And Graverobber was starting to worry. He had seen her return home after the opera. She locked herself in there for a week. It was strange that, after spending her whole life unable to leave her house, the first thing she did with her newfound freedom was... lock herself indoors again. After seven days, Graverobber couldn't stand his worry, and he decided to throw small stones at her window. When she appeared, she was paler than usual, her face slimmer. Clearly she was barely eating, if at all. But could he blame her? Her grief was probably crushing her. When she lifted her window open, Graverobber tried to say something sweet. Something inspiring, deep, comforting.

"Hey, kid! Wanna meet my rats?"

Shilo said nothing. She closed her window, and disappeared from his sight. Graverobber sighed, ready to leave. But the house's front door opened and Shilo stepped outside. She looked fragile, but clean. When he saw her leaving the opera, she was covered in blood. Graverobber offered her a smile.

"This is the first time I see you still. You're not digging a grave, screaming or running from the GeneCops." Shilo spoke. Her voice was weak, probably from lack of use. Now that she was closer, Graverobber noticed the dark circles under her eyes. The kid was not sleeping well, either.

"They're all busy. You know, after Rotti's death. Everybody is getting ready for the funeral, and all security is needed there, so... I can roam the streets." Graverobbet shrugged. A rat escaped from his sleeve, causing Shilo to flinch and hide behind the door. "Hey, easy. Don't be scared, kid. That's Wingless Bat III. He won't hurt you." Graverobber explained.

"So you were not kidding when you mentioned the rats." Shilo mumbled, carefully avoiding to step on the rodent.

"You like bugs, I like rats." Graverobber replied with another shrug.

"Fair enough."

Shilo finally went through the door completely, finding herself outside with Graverobber and closing the door behind her.

"What do you want?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned. "I just wanted to check on you, kid. And I'm glad I did. You don't look good. At all. You look like a ghost."

"So do you."

"I'm wearing makeup. You have no excuse." Graverobber crossed his arms, and another rat left his sleeve, climbing to the top of his head. "Oh, there's Wingless Bat I. Hi, buddy."

"How many rats do you have?"

"I don't have rats, kid. They are friends. They chose me. They're my rats and I'm their human."

Shilo shifted in her spot, her head tilted to the side.

"You're kinda weird."

"Well, duh." Graverobber rolled his eyes. "I was raised by rats, I extract Zydrate from dead bodies, but wait, there's more: I also dye parts of my hair with crazy colors." He ran a hand through the colorful strands of his hair. It was meant to be a smooth gesture, but his fingers were met with knots and tangles. "Ouch!"

Shilo giggled, and the sound made Graverobber's heart feel warm. He didn't know why he felt so protective of this kid. She was orphaned young, like he had been. She was an only child, like he was. He always wanted to have a brother, or a sister, someone to help, to protect. And clearly, this girl was as alone as he was.

"Look, kid. You are weird, too," he replied, picking the rat from the top of his head and placing it on his shoulder. "You don't get to call me weird!"

"I guess I'm what happens when you isolate a person their whole life, make them believe they are sick, never let them go outside, and lie to them about everything. And then you leave them alone. Alone..." Tears appeared in her eyes. She was resentful towards her father, but she also missed him. She missed him more than words could ever say. She missed Mag, too, and she barely knew her.

"Right, about that," Graverobber stopped the rat on his shoulder from eating a few strands of his hair. "I was wondering if maybe we can be alone... together. You know, hang out, dig a few graves, make sure you learn the names of all sixty-six rats..."

"Sixty-six?!" Shilo's eyes widened.

"And twelve of them are pregnant," Graverobber nodded. "So there's more to come. What do you say, kid? I think you could really use a friend. And to be honest... so could I."

Shilo paused to think for a second. She took a good look at him, all colorful hair, dirt from graveyards, and rats. As morally questionable as his choices were, the truth was he had never hurt her. He had helped her, even though he didn't have to. For all she knew, that was what friends did. How would she know, if she had never known friendship before? It was about time.

"Shilo. If we're going to be friends, my name is Shilo. And about learning the names of the rats... why not? My memory is not too bad." Shilo said, with a genuine, hopeful smile.

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(Kisses) 3. smiling while kissing - Adam/Edith? 🥺

3. smiling while kissing

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a/n: *twenty days later* jdsksdk thanks rosie ilysm 🥺🐄🤠🐀

Adam doesn’t love surprises, Edith knows that well. Neither of them has ever been fond of things that leave you speechless.

But oh, the way he looks at her right now with his jaw slack and eyes filled to the brim with devotion… as if she’s performing a miracle and not simply smiling at him. She’s definitely fond of that.

“What did you say?”

Funny how the one with inhumane hearing is also the one asking. Her brow shoots up, but she huffs in amusement.

“You heard me.”

“Say it again.” It’s phrased like an order but he blurts it out breathlessly rather than barking it as usual. The shock of his expression softens into something else as he stares at her, unmoving. “Please.”

Edith’s smirk grows wider, or maybe just sharper.

“I said, marry me.”

Adam swallows. He doesn’t return her smile, but doesn’t look away either.

“I thought–” He starts, then stops and clears his throat as he searches for the right words. “I did not think it was something you’d ever want or consider. I seem to remember you being rather opposed to the idea.”

The confession (so hesitant) hangs in the air between them for a moment, and Edith’s head tilts in thought as she studies his conflicted expression.

She wonders what he’s talking about –they’ve never discussed the possibility before– but it barely takes a few seconds for the dots to connect.

There had been some talk about marriage, a few years back. Edith can’t really recall what was said, they weren’t even together at the time. Knowing herself it must have been something crude, cynical and possibly blasphemous (knowing Adam, he must have taken it to heart).

She resists the urge to roll her eyes and opts for a softer smile instead.

“Well, I was never one for tradition.” She gives a shrug. “But you are.”

That’s more than enough for her. She doesn’t say it aloud– she shouldn’t have to, but Adam has the tendency to complicate things sometimes, whether he realizes it or not. Case in point, the way apprehension deepens his frown at her words.

“I would never wish for you to do something that you don’t want to do. Especially not for my benefit alone.”

Ridiculous man.

“What if I want to make you happy?” She questions, and he can’t even process her words before she grins at him. “Marry me.”

The words sound so peculiar coming from her. Casual, amused. Even a bit devilish, given the spark of something in the dark green of her eyes. Like she’s persuading him to get take-out at her favourite place on his way home, or talking him into yet another friendly bet he’ll probably lose.

(She kind of is)

“Edith…” The strangled plea rushes past his lips, and she reaches out to touch his forehead out of habit– she can feel a bit of his worry melt away under her fingertips, the creases of his frown smoothing at every brush of her thumb.

It’s hard not to smile, now.

“Is that a no?” She flashes him the most innocent of looks (he knows her too well to believe it) “And here I thought you’d be–”

The rest of the sentence is lost against his lips.

“Yes,” he breathes out, then leans back just enough so he can meet her eyes. “I—yes.”

Edith stares on as his mouth opens and closes again without a sound, and it’s too much.

“Is this you speechless, agent du Mortain?” She’s laughing, now. “It’s a good look.”

This time Adam does roll his eyes. She swallows his soft groan as she kisses him again, hands gripping the lapel of his shirt to pull him closer.

She can’t see him, but as she feels his lips curving against hers, Edith can’t help but think that this is a kind of speechless they could both become rather fond of.

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