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heavysighing-dreamyeyes · 4 months ago

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On Rotting Planks

Part Six of The Pirate!AU. MDNI 18+, CW: some crass language, blood, death, and remnants of the smut from the last chapter. (We finally get back to sea!) ~3.5k words

The rest of the night passes as a blur of whispers and in bursts of stars. Jason doesn't let you rest until the candles have long since burned to the wicks, leaving nothing but stumps of wax.

Your bath was seemingly good for nothing, as he covers your skin in sloppy kisses, makes your body shine with sweat, leaves your thighs, and the bed covered in a mix of his and your releases. You try to lose yourself in him, in desperation.

But it's hard to ignore what's between you when his steady, gentle hands tighten around your thighs. When he crawls up your body to settle his hips against yours.

When he tells you he knows you wanted to get caught. That a city only a day and a half ride from the nearest port could have never really hid you from him for long.

You rake your nails over his back, catching scars, in an almost desperate attempt to get him to stop talking. He doesn't, not until his voice is raw with words of devotion and love and heavy feelings you don't know how to hold in your heart.

He doesn't fuck you into the sheets. He does something you would argue worse. He makes love to you. Over and over until your brain is mush and all that exists is him and the idea that he loves you.

Only then does he kiss your eyelids and entwine your limbs together. Only then does he let you sleep.

You don't wake until sunlight bathes the room in a warm, golden glow of dawn. Your husband snores softly, arm thrown over your waist. His face is relaxed, and he looks so much like he did back when you were first married, hair falling into his eyes and lips slightly parted.

The thought drives you out of bed, almost stumbling over yourself to get dressed. You're lacing your shoes and tugging on your cloak when Jason calls your name.

Your head whips towards him, but he doesn't seem bothered to see you dressed.

He lounges lazily on the bed, eyes half open, "You should wear the pin, treasure."

You hesitate, but it's a simple request. So, you pull the silver rose out of the pocket of your cloak, and fasten it to your hair. You leave the room without another word. You're confused that he lets you do this, that he doesn't offer any sign of resistance.

At least you are until you get to the exit of the inn and an arm drapes itself over your shoulder, "Going somewhere, Sweetheart?"

You shouldn't be as excited to see Roy Harper as you are. You hadn't realized you'd missed his easy-going smile so much, that it almost distracts you from the fact that he's guiding you away from the door and to one of the tables scattered around the inn.

"Harper," You breathe out, eyes darting for the rest of the crew, "I was only– I was going to look for an apothecary." It's the truth, you weren't planning on going far. You had only wanted something to prevent any accidents that may befall from last night.

His hands settle on your shoulders as he guides you to sit down in a chair, the rest of Jason's crew smiling and continuing their conversations without missing a beat.

"No need to worry about that. Just get comfortable, I'll get you your favorite for breakfast," Roy chirps, not acknowledging your attempt to leave at all. You stare after him as he saunters off.

It's disorienting, how they're acting, including you like this is an everyday occurrence. It's like your months away from them never happened. That it's just another morning enjoying food that's not from the ship's galley.

You've hardly gotten to center yourself when the inn falls to hushed whispers. Your eyes trail to stairs as Jason swaggers down into the dining area. He grins when his eyes land on you.

It's not the sight of his fabled dark red tricorn hat that makes your breath catch. It's not even the way his long overcoat seems to sweep across the room that pulls the air from your lungs.

No, it's the sight of red and purple marks bitten into his skin that makes your eyes go wide and your face feel hot. He didn't even attempt to try to hide them. If anything, he looks smug as he settles in the seat next to yours, resting his arm on the back of your hair.

"Jason, your neck," You hiss immediately, looking between his crew and him. They seem to be pointedly ignoring the telltale signs of you mauling their captain last night.

He seems to just grin wider at your embarrassment, "My love, I'd let you leave all the marks you desired on my skin, just so that I may carry you with me."

You laugh, out of pure disbelief, "You cannot be serious."

"It's a pleasure to hear you laugh, treasure, even better to be the cause of it," he says happily and seemingly more interested in playing with the threads of your cloak.

Roy sets down a large tray of food in front of you both before you can argue further, "Eat up, we best be leaving soon if we want to make port before noon."

He's followed by a few staff members, who place more food down around the table.

Jason haphazardly tosses a pouch of coins to the staff, and pushes a tray closer to you, "Enjoy, love."

The crew dig in, and the atmosphere of the inn relaxes for the first time since Jason appeared on the stairs. You eat slowly, too wrapped up in how easy it is to fall back into a rhythm with them.

Teasing, tales, and laughter sound around the table, and Jason's relaxed grin grows with every time you crack a smile at his crew.

You're so distracted by one of Kori's stories that you don't notice how you've fallen into step with the crew as Jason guides you towards the stables. It's not until he offers his hand to help you into your horse that you stop short.

"I wanted– I was supposed to stop somewhere," You start, trying to avoid the reason why you want to stop at the apothecary.

"All the necessities you could need are on the ship, treasure," he drawls, lifting you by your waist despite your protest, "and anything you desire we can find in the next port."

He doesn't give you a chance to argue more as he pulls himself onto his horse, and before you know it, you're on the road towards port, surrounded by Jason and crew.

They don't let you get too wrapped up in your mind, and you have a feeling it's to prevent you from planning any escapes. You're not sure how you could even escape from them, if you wanted to.

Donna has just left you in a fit of giggles, recalling how Jason had reduced a well renowned naval commander to a blubbering mess with just a point of his finger, (You're almost positive it's more fiction than fact) when the smell of the sea and the sounds of the city reach you.

The clear blue of the ocean fills your vision as your traveling party crests the hill. It feels like your heart gets tugged in your chest. You hadn't realized how much you missed the water. How much it had felt like home.

"Beautiful," Jason murmurs, as if it's only for you to hear. You turn to face him, but his gaze is already set on you. He holds your eyes for a long moment, then slowly turns to face the ocean.

You exhale shakily as you follow his lead into the city. He always seems to find a way to make your head spin.

The people mulling about the city have the same hushed awe as the patrons of the inn did. Jason– The Red Hood and his crew of Outlaws are well-known, respected, and feared.

Just the sight of his signature red leaves the crowds parting, leaving a clear route to the docks.

The closer you get to his ship the more eager he seems, you catch him drumming his fingers over the pommel of his sword, and he's off his horse as soon as you get to the docks.

"My horse," You start to ask, swinging your leg to lower yourself to the ground.

"Will be well taken care of by people we trust," he promises, threading his hand with yours to pull you towards the ship.

You let him, but it feels like your world is closing in on you. Your throat tightens, and you come to the stark realization that this is it. There's no way out, nowhere to hide.

Jason leads you right to the familiar sight of his ship, and you stop short when his boot hits the plank. You rip your hand from his, and his head snaps to you.

"I can't," You choke out, hating the panic that catches your voice.

He stares at you for a moment. It only makes your heart pound harder. He reaches for you, and you instinctively squeeze your eyes shut.

You wonder vaguely if he'll haul you over his shoulder again, the same way he dragged you from Gotham to the sea.

He doesn't.

He takes your hand gently and lifts it to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss to your knuckles.

You open your eyes in time to watch him reach into your cloak pocket and remove the shiny ring you've been keeping alongside the hair pins.

You freeze when he slides it onto your finger. "Treasure," he says quietly, "there is nothing to fear from me. From my crew. From my ship. It is yours as much as it is mine."

You are scared. You just don't think he understands of what. It's the fear that it could be perfect again. That it's so easy to believe in him and the family he's found for himself. It's the fear to trust in your marriage– in him again, only for it to all be ripped from you.

You don't know how to tell him, how to make him understand. So you follow his measured steps up the plank, and before you know it, he's shouting orders to haul in the lines, to cast off the dock, and drop the sails.

You stand at the railing the entire time, grip tight around the edge of the ship.

It rotates, who stands watch at your side. But they hover so close that you're sure that they're expecting you to jump.

You have no intention of jumping, not that you don't think you could make the swim, but more that you don't think you'd get very far before someone followed you in.

You watch the port grow smaller and smaller. It feels like something is ending, but the salt, sea air that blows at your skin is almost soothing.

You're pulled out of your thoughts when Artemis presses a telescope in your hands, "We're being followed."

You blink once, then twice, "What?"

She gestures to the ship, flying the colors of the navy off the ship's stern, "They're hardly a danger. A few months ago, they wouldn't have dreamed of–," She cuts herself off, like she's trying to save you the guilt, "You'll be safer below deck."

"Or," Roy says happily, leaning onto the railing at your side, "You can stay and watch us work."

You frown, as far as you're aware, Jason's ship is the fastest on the seas, "Can't we out run them?"

"We could," Artemis agrees, "but the captain is intent on refreshing our enemies' memories."

Roy pats your arm, "He's not called a pirate lord for nothin', Sweetheart."

"That title is ridiculous," your husband mumbles, inserting himself between you and Roy so he can hook his arm around your hip.

"It's good for inspiring fear," Artemis supplies, and you have to agree. Before you know who Red Hood was, the idea of an unbeatable pirate lord did sound foreboding.

Jason hums reluctantly, watching the naval ship grow closer, "Take over the helm, Roy." He turns his focus to you, "I'll escort you to my quarters, treasure."

"I want to stay on deck," You say quickly.

He raises an eyebrow at you, "It could be bloody, my love."

"I know," You tell him, but if you're going to be a part of this, a part of his life, this is a piece you'll have to learn.

He studies you, then gestures to Roy, "Stay with him. Keep a weapon on you."

You nod quickly, and follow Roy to the helm of the ship.

Roy doesn't question you, doesn't push, just cracks lazy jokes as the navy ship gets closer, "Commodore Bullock's been after us for years. Thinks he can get his big promotion this way. I think he's lost more ships to us than the entire navy combined."

The knowledge is reassuring, even as the ship sails parallel to Jason's, even as they shout for him to surrender.

Jason offers the sailors a wicked grin, points his pistol, and shoots. Your eyes go wide when the feathers set in the commodores hat explode into bits and pieces.

You have to stifle your giggles at how red his face gets, how he gestures wildly to Jason. Your giggles fade when the sailors start to grab ropes and swing themselves to the deck of the pirate ship.

None of the crew seems half bothered, and Roy draws his sword with all the rush of someone who just woke up from a long, relaxing nap. He offers you a dagger, but you pull your own, one you keep hidden under your clothes.

He grins at you, and turns to the approaching men. It's almost embarrassing, how easily Jason and his crew disarms and takes down the sailors.

It's like dancing, how they evade slashes of swords and duck under wide swings. They laugh as they trip their opponents, shout to each other how many they've taken out, making bets and teasing without a care.

It's almost fun to watch, until you notice how the men seem to be converging on you and Roy.

You'll be the first to admit, your little training with a knife was months ago, and Ted focused more on showing you how to throw a solid punch.

Roy seems to notice this, too, and he sets himself closer to your side, trading his sword for bullets.

But you don't quite realize how much danger you're in until a sound of wood hitting the railing draws your attention. The Commodore himself walks across the creaking plank, sword drawn and smiles dark and gleeful.

"If it isn't the Captain's whore. Quite a pretty thing. I can see why he abandoned the sea for you" he says, eyes raking over your form.

Roy, for his part, does try to get between you and Bullock. It only takes a wave of the commodore's hand to send a group of men to keep him occupied.

For as sloppy as Bullock seems to be with a sword, his years of experience outweighs yours, and terror grips your throat when he knocks your knife out of your hand.

It all happened too fast. He raises his sword, swings for your chest, and all you see is red.

The dark, telltale red of Jason's coat. He stands steadfast between you and the sword, his fingers wrapped around the blade.

You don't know if you want to cry for yourself, or over the sight of blood dripping down his hand and onto the steel.

"It seems as though the seas have forgotten how I earned my name in my absence. But do not worry, commodore, I will remind you," Jason says lowly, voice flat and full of threats.

The atmosphere on the ship shifts. Any fun and lightheartedness disappears. Silence falls, and Bullock visibly pales, stuttering out nonsense and pleas for mercy. You could only imagine what he sees. How dark Jason's eyes must be.

The commodore tries to pull his sword free, but Jason doesn't budge. A few of the sailors rush to help their commander, and then your world goes dark. Fabric covers your eyes, a bandana thrown over your head, you think, and someone pulls you back.

"You shouldn't have to see this," they murmur, and a steady hand settles on your back. It's the only thing that keeps you tethered.

You might not see what happens. But you hear it. Smell it. Iron permeates in the air. Begging and screams fill space around you.

It's a massacre.

It's evident there's no fight that the sailors can put up. There's no sounds of metal on metal, only the tearing of flesh, the thumps of bodies hitting the wooden deck.

You stay still the entire time, fingers clenched into fists, and sight obscured by the fabric throwing over your head.

Eventually, the screams fade, and are replaced by the sounds of splashes in the water. They're throwing the bodies overboard, you realize.

"Sink their ship, Harper," Jason's low voice makes your head turn. You want to speak, but the words catch in your throat.

"Aye, captain," Roy answers, and the safety of the warm hand against your back leaves.

You lower your head to stare at what you can see, the familiar wood that makes the deck of the ship. And the tips of Jason's shoes, stained with drops of blood. That's not so familiar.

"Can you walk," he asks softly.

You nod, fingers twisting into the fabric of your clothes.

"I'm sorry, my love. I would carry you but," his voice trails off. You appreciate it. You think getting blood on you right now would send you spiraling.

He offers you his hand, carefully holding it out to where you can see it.

It's the hand he didn't use to catch the sword, you notice, and it's surprisingly clean of any blood. You take it, and he squeezes gently, as if he's trying to reassure you.

He carefully leads you away from the helm, off the deck, and to his quarters. He helps you sit at the edge of his bed, "I'll be right back, treasure."

You nearly laugh. You're back where it all started. You hear him rustling in the closet, and then hear a door open and close.

You tug the bandana off your head. The room is empty for the moment, and you start to fidget with the ring on your finger.

You're not alone for long, Jason returns freshly changed and not a drop of red on him.

"Are you hurt," he questions immediately, walking over to kneel at your feet.

You want to laugh again at how familiar this all is. You shake your head instead and reach for his hand, prepared to see a deep, nasty cut from when he caught the sword. You're ready to clean it, to bandage it, to apologize for being a poor fighter.

But when you lift his hand, there's only a fresh scar.

"What–" You breathe out, the shock of seeing his hand nearly completely healed, pulling you out of your dazed state.

He winces, "I wasn't– I haven't told you the whole truth. About what happened to me."

You drop his hand, hurt flashing across your features, "What?"

He starts slowly, avoiding your gaze, "I didn't know how to tell you. Back when– when I was captured, I died."

"Died," You echo, almost hollow.

He nods a little and looks up at you, "Died. The League, the people that brought me back– I don't understand it completely myself, but I– when I'm at sea, my injuries heal. No matter how major, no matter how small, wounds that should be deadly, simply turn to scars."

"What does that mean," You ask weakly.

"Nothing," he says firmly, "it means nothing. It only makes me a better captain. It only lets me protect you better."

You twist the ring in your finger faster. It makes your stomach churn. He jumped in front of you because he can't die on his ship. He threw his life around, risked everything, because there was no risk. Not for him.

You're almost relieved that he was never in any danger. But you can't shake the thought that maybe he wouldn't have done it if there were actually consequences. You know it's unfair, but the idea grows louder by the second.

"I'd like to be alone," You murmur.

His face hardens, like he can see exactly what conclusion you've come to on your face, "Treasure, whatever you're thinking–"

"Please," You don't mean to sound like you're begging, but it slips out nonetheless.

He falters, stares at you, then slowly stands, "Very well, darling. I'll send Kori to check on you."

He hesitates for a moment longer, and then he leaves.

A part of you wants to break down. A part of you wants to cry the same way you did on that wagon. But you don't.

You stare out the porthole, stare at the ring sparking on your finger. Cannons begin to fire, and you watch as the commodores ship begins to sink. And for the first time in a long time, you don't have a plan.

Part Seven

#jason todd x reader #pirate!au #jason todd #x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #18+ mdni

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whiteeyes-is-a-mad-scientist · 4 months ago

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Mudwing of amber scales

Getting from the sand kingdom to the mud kingdom wasn't easy. The war didn't make it any easier. Sunhunter had flown day and night, fueled only by fear. The sight she saw in the vision still haunting her. She couldn't bare to look at the mountains when she had passed them. Finally over the rainforest the outskirts of the mud kingdom were in view. This side of the kingdom remained untouched by war. Once a place regarded for only the low born mudwings was turned into a bustling city. Being the closest to the rain kingdom it made for a good base camp.

The Diamond spray was where battles were often held. A faint burning glow sat on the horizon. Sunhunter wondered where the queen was. Her palace was so close to the war and yet sunhunter hear she refused to leave it.

In her thoughts she missed the rainwing patrol. The slender soldiers shot into the air slamming into her wings. She tumbled downward flailing trying to catch some balance. The rainwings followed and wrapped their tails around her limbs yanking in different directions. It took about six to slow her fall. Seven to full restrain her.

Sunhunter growled as she thrashed "let me go! Please! I must find someone!" Her eyes caught a few of the soldiers faces as they were back down within the camp. Their noses wrinkled as their tails let her go "hybrid…" one grumbled to the others. "We're giving you mercy but dont think trying to sell Queen Gila or Queen DiamondCrusher secrets will give you the same result…" they slithered back to their posts.

Sunhunter knew all too well both queens distaste for hybrids. Just last week her hybrid friend goldtail tried to trade rainwing secrets for immunity…. his head now sits stuffed on Queen Gilas wall. Sunhunter shut her eyes tightly trying to forget the image as well as to quiet her spinning head. After a moment of regaining her footing she looked around. While mudwings and rainwings werent crazy about hybrids they held less murderous urges. Worst sunhunter got was a weird look. It could also be they were too busy fighting the war to care. A few large mudwings with frills and rainwings with heavy plating walked about. They didn't seem to be worried about it. Sunhunter had to shake her head again. She had gone off track thinking. She started into the city. Mudwing of amberscales…. Mudwing of amberscales….

She could only frown finding hickorys, chocolates, umbers, mahogany, russets, chestnuts, and even a few siennas. Out from a large mud den glowing from inside, came two figures. One mudwing of darker browns scales, they waved to mudwing behind them before disappearing into the crowd. The mudwing they waved to….. covered in sparking amber scales. He was large and had a few deep scars on his shoulders. His sides were speckled with amber like stars in the sky. Sunhunter couldnt tell if they were apart of him or if he embedded them himself. She wriggled past the crowd and made it to the den. She didn't pause before entering. The mudwing looked up with a jolt. The inside of his den was cozy with blankets and pillows. The glow was coming from a burning fireplace, warmed the place enough that it felt like the desert to sunhunter. He laid near it was a scroll at his talons. Instead of being angry, shocked, or screaming at sunhunter to get out… he raised a brow. "I wasn't expecting you so soon." "What?" Sunhunter shook her head. "Take a seat you must be exhausted." He motioned a talon to the pile of deep purple pillows.

Sunhunter didn't protest despite her shock. She flopped into the pile and curled her barbed tail in. So soft. She could feel her eyelids growing heavy already. Quickly lifting her head she continued "How do you know me? How did you know I was coming?"

(find the rest in the reblogs)

#wings of fire #wings of fire art #wings of fire oc #wof art #wof #wof ocs

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the-thing-inside-your-closet · 5 months ago

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The Colosseum

I started writing this and have no idea how to finish it or where to take it from here. I had an idea but lost it halfway through 😅

Valerie had had it with all of the ghosts in Amity. She could hardly sleep, was missing schools as a result because she was either too exhausted to stay awake long enough in class, or another ghost attack was forcing her to miss the entire period to go deal with that day’s trouble maker. Almost every part of her body hurt in one way or another. Bruises that should have faded by now but haven’t because every day she was out collecting more. She couldn’t blame Phantom either. He seemed just as tired and beat up as she was even with his healing factor.

With the number of ghost attacks having nearly tripled in frequency, they’d both come to the mutual decision that working together would be the best course of action to deal with the constant onslaught. And reluctantly, Val had to admit that Phantom might not be as bad she first assumed. She hadn’t anticipated actually getting along with the ghost as well as she had been. Much less the realisation that they could almost be considered…fiends now. Maybe. She refused to laugh at his god awful puns though, he didn’t need anymore encouragement.

But even with Phantom’s help, she was so tired. So, so, so very tired. And so one could say Valerie was well within her rights to say that this situation, was just more bullshit she didn’t need right now.

She had been trying to cram for the next upcoming test when there was a sudden flash of light, so bright it was blinding and she had to shield her eyes with her arms from the fear that this light might burn through her eyelids. Her body tingled, and she felt something wash over her. When the light subsided, just as quickly as it had appeared, she slowly opened her eyes.

“Where the hell am I?”

She was in a colosseum. The stone of the structure was a deep purple with intricate glimmering gold details carved into the walls and pilasters. There was a magic in the air that felt different to the sensation she would get in the Ghost Zone. The sky above was pitch black with more stars than Val had ever seen visible in Amity, and two moons.

So, not Earth then, she concluded.

“Hey Red, where are we?” Valerie spun around to see Phantom floating over to her, his eyes scanning the area around them. Then Val looked down at herself to see that she was in her Red Huntress suit. She couldn’t remember putting it on. Maybe that was what the full body sensation from earlier was about.

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Val checked herself over, making sure she had all of her weapons on her should she need them. When she was satisfied she did, she put her hands on her hips and let her gaze wander over the arena.

“I don’t think we’re on Earth anymore,” Phantom muttered as he took in the sky above them. For a split second Val swore she saw his freckles glow a soft green as he was taking in the stars above them.

“We should start looking for a way out of here, or at least figure where here is,” Valerie had just turned to start walking when the ground rumbled and shook, “What-”

Another blinding flash of light appeared behind them. And once again, it had vanished just as quickly as it had appeared.

“What the hell was that?” A new voice asked from behind them.

Val and Phantom turned in unison to stare at the group in front of them. All of them were dressed in some sort of hero ensemble. It seemed the voice had come from a man donning a brown leather jacket over an armoured suit with a red bat symbol across his chest, an assortment of guns and other weaponry strapped to his body, and most notably a red helmet. He and the rest of his group seemed to be taking in their surroundings the same way Val and Phantom.

“Who are you? Were you the ones who summoned us?” Came a new voice, from a young man (or was he a teenager?) dressed in black leggings with a red tunic, utility belt, and a chest harness connecting to the symbol on the centre, a black cowl and a cape. In his hands was a bo staff. He and the others had all dropped into combat ready stances the moment they became aware that they weren’t the only people in the colosseum.

And from here I couldn’t figure out how to continue

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qwimblenorrisstan · 6 months ago

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Free Fall Pt. 2 | Azriel x Angel!Reader

Summary: After hearing you sing Nyx to sleep while babysitting him, Azriel encourages you to sing at Starfall, joined by Gwyn to soothe your insecurities.

Word Count: ~ 1.4k

Warnings: None!! All fluff

A/N: To anon who requested this, thank you sooo much for this idea I absolutely loved writing it, hope you enjoy<3

Requests are open!

Previous | Masterlist

The first time Azriel had heard you sing, he’d immediately been entranced.

Elain would usually help with babysitting Nyx when Rhys and Feyre went on a date night or just needed a break for a day. However, after Elain had slowly grown closer to Lucien, she spent a few days visiting him in Day Court.

Cassian and Nesta were busy with the Valkyrie, which naturally only left you and Azriel to watch. Not that either of you minded, you loved children and were perfect with them, and Azriel didn’t mind spending time with his nephew and mate at the same time.

He had made the bottle while you’d gotten Nyx out of the bath, dressing him in a set of fuzzy purple pajamas that would keep him warm in the night. You’d taken the bottle and sat down at a rocking chair, Nyx latching onto it and suckling from it as you rocked him, his meaty hands on it as his eyelids fluttered.

Azriel always liked watching you with children, maybe it was the way it made him think of the day you two might have a child of your own.

That was when you’d started humming, and the humming had soon turned into a song in a language that sounded ancient, but familiar and beautiful. It had enchanted him like a siren song, and he’d watched as you’d sang the baby to sleep, finding his eyelids feeling droopy as his heart was soothed by it.

When Nyx had drained the bottle to the bottom and fallen asleep, you set it gently on the floor and stood up, carrying the baby boy into his room, themed with the stars and night sky in soft pastel colors, and placed him softly in his bed with a soft ‘goodnight’ and tucked him in.

You tiptoed out of the room, shutting the door behind you as quietly as you could, only to find Azriel staring at you, his gaze soft and affectionate. A light flush crept up your cheeks as you realized he’d been listening the entire time.

He stepped forward, arms wrapping around your waist as he looked deeply into your eyes, glinting with curiosity.

“You should sing more often, with a voice like that.”

He quietly murmured, all too aware of the baby sleeping only ten feet away from them, separated by a door and thin walls.

“It’s not something I think about much. That was just…instinct, I suppose.”

You mumbled back in a sheepish tone, giving him a small bashful smile.

“Where did you learn it? I’ve never heard anything like it before.”

He then asked, his intrigue obvious. You seemed to hesitate before replying, it being a slightly sensitive subject.

“I remember it vaguely, from where I came from. That’s mainly the only thing I can remember, lots of singing.”

You admitted, and he held you closer, sensing the bit of emotion that had surfaced at the mention of your home realm.

“I think it’s beautiful.”

He’d whispered in your ear. You smiled, kissing him on the forehead before the both of you wandered off to your shared bedroom in the townhouse, for when you weren’t staying at the House of Wind.

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Azriel hadn’t forgotten about your singing, as he never seemed to forget a single thing about you. Every bit of information was taken in and filed away for later, a habit of his after being Spymaster for so many centuries.

However, when an opportunity had opened up for the music at the annual Starfall, his mind had immediately gone to you.

“It would be wonderful.”

He tried to reassure you, watching as you seemed a bit stressed at the concept of sharing your special songs with the crowd at the Starfall party Rhysand and Feyre always held.

“I can’t do it alone, Az.”

You said, giving him a look that bordered on pouting. He began to think. Your voice was heavenly on its own, yes, but if you didn’t want to do it alone out of nerves, then he knew the perfect person to sing alongside you.

“I know a female, she might be able to do it alongside you if you worked with her. She’s got a lovely voice, just like you.”

You considered it, a thoughtful look forming on your face before you gave a small nod.

He’d introduced you to the priestess, Gwyn, she said to call her, the next day. After being filled in a bit on her past, you and the woman got along quite well, as she was friendly and didn’t treat you differently because of who or what you were.

Azriel hadn’t been lying, either. She had a lovely voice, her high pitch complimenting your own in a mixture of melody, twisted into something beyond a siren song, beyond drawing someone in.

The next few weeks were spent teaching the priestess the ins and outs of the songs, or at least what you could pull from the hazy memories of what had previously been in your realm.

At last, the night of Starfall had arrived.

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The High Lord and Lady were dressed in stunning outfits as if cloaked by Night itself, little Nyx remaining in Feyre's arms or lap most of the night. Elain was there, dancing with Lucien who looked overjoyed, Cassian with Nesta, grinning like an idiot as usual.

Azriel walked in with you, Gwyn by your side. You had dressed in a simple, but still stunning dress that Mor had helped you pick out, a light, airy purple, and aurora-colored dress, the easy swaying of the dress complimenting your light, feathered wings, which remained out for tonight. A taste of home.

Azriel pressed a kiss to your forehead before releasing you, one last squeeze of his hand on yours, before his hand was replaced by Gwyn’s as the two of you walked on stage together. To your surprise, another hostess of priestesses joined you on the stage, dressed in similarly themed outfits of your own.

You glanced over at Gwyn, who only smiled and mouthed to you,

“I passed your lessons on, I hope you don’t mind.”

You smiled softly, a bit taken aback by her efforts to make this Starfall one of the best it had been.

The twinkling lights of the stage came on, resembling the stars in the sky, and as the blueish light spirits began migrating across the sky, the song began.

The voices of all the priestesses and yours over all of them mixing was utterly enchanting, and the audience immediately went dead silent, the usual dancing along with music every year replaced by awe and emotion being pulled from the hearts of the people.

They couldn’t help but gape, at the ancient lyrics that even you could barely decipher and remember the meaning of filling the area.

Even Rhys looked taken in by the music, holding Feyre closer to him as his eyes glazed over, clearly stuck in whatever memory the words had brought up.

Lyrics weaved together from song to song, the music tensing and rising to an enthralling pinnacle, intensity building before snapping with the final line, bleeding down into synchronized humming, before silence reigned heavy in the space.

Now snapped out of your musical trance, applause ripped through the open celebration area, along with some people crying, others rejoicing, a chord rang within them that they didn’t know existed.

It was all you could do to keep from beaming as you all gave a simple stage bow and exited the stage, eager to watch the stars in your own company.

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The moment you were down from the stage, Azriel pulled you into a tight hug, lips against yours in a chaste kiss. Your hands went to cup his cheeks, feeling the remainder of the tears that had been wiped away. The little wings on your head fluttered before extending forward, giving the both of you a moment of much-needed privacy.

Azriel had never heard music like that, never even dreamed or thought up music like that, if it could even be called that.

It felt beyond music, beyond words.

He held you the rest of the night, one arm around your waist, a wing draped over you as the both of you leaned against the railing, watching the stars.

Both watched, a music of their own making intertwining closer as they watched, eyes on the stars who listened, and the dreams that were answered.

#acotar fandom #acotar fanfiction #writers on tumblr #acotar x reader #azriel #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #acotar fluff #azriel fluff #azriel comfort #azriel x angel!reader

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starshideurfics · 2 months ago

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Thirsty Thursday - Paris, 1890

steddie, omegaverse, artist and muse, mpreg

After five years of struggling and starving, scrimping and saving, choosing to buy paints instead of food, Édouard Munson has become an overnight success. All the wealthy families of Paris want one of his paintings, enchanted by the way he has captured the beauty of his new favored model.

The first to gain notice, “Eos,” features Stéfan from behind, asleep in their shared bed, the rosy light of dawn illuminating his skin, making his hair glow bronze-gold. He covered to the waist with a thin sheet, but he is not cold—unseen to the viewer, the room is well-heated by the stove. Behind him, the indent left by his lover promises he will not be lonely long.As do the tiny indents at his neck.

“Eos” sold the day it was first exhibited.

Next comes “Dionysos,” an outdoor scene, lush with flowers, the young man crowned with laurels and draped with rich, purple silks. He holds a goblet to his lips, eyes closed in gentle ecstasy. Nymphs and satyrs dance in the background, and a rivulet of wine runs down his chin.

The gallery had a buyer lined up before “Dionysus” was put on exhibit.

After came “Apollo,” “Eros,” “Hedone,” and “Helios,” each of them selling for enough that Eddie could easily keep himself and Stéfan comfortable for a few years without selling another. But his heart still cries out to create, so Eddie keeps painting.

“Aphrodite” features a naked Stéfan in the bath, standing, facing away, his plush bottom on display and glistening with water as he reaches for a towel. The gallery owner buys it for himself.

Then, Eddie takes greater risks with his art style, painting Stéfan in rich, dark blues, his body becoming the night sky in “Selene,” each of his beauty marks a golden star, his navel now the moon, his small belly cradled with his hands. He is the whole of the cosmos, caring and sensual.

A collector snaps it up as quickly as possible, proclaiming, “Now he is finding his vision!”

“The Marriage of Hymen” is a further departure, showing a small garden plot. A circle of seeds indent the dirt, next to a flower, its petals pink and red, wet with morning dew. It earns Eddie questions, and Stef blushes at his side. Even so different, it finds a buyer.

He returns to a more realistic style with “Pan.” It features two right hands, fingers slotted together, caressing a small breast. A rosy nipple peaks through a gap in the fingers. The tips of the fingers curl into a thatch of hair at the chest. It goes to the alpha who owns “Eos.”

That is followed by “Psyche,” a closeup of Stéfan in profile, lips parted, the fluttering of his eyelids created by the energetic strokes of Eddie’s paintbrush, the lashes dark with tears. He exhibits it, but refuses to sell, explaining that it was a gift for his omega.

Stef is on his arm and at his side at the gallery then, smiling when the prospective buyers turn to him, begging him to consider their offers. “I am sorry, monsieur, it is too precious a gift. I have been working on my own masterpiece for my husband, and I think this gift almost makes up for it.” His hand rests on his rounded stomach, and he rubs against the kicking of their pup as he gives a teasing wink.

That night, lying together in bed, Eddie holds Stef and kisses his neck. “Sometimes,” he whispers, “It is hard to believe that I have found you. Then I feel your heart beating next to mine and it seems inevitable. My soul knows your soul.” His hand joins Stef’s over their pup in his belly. “I think it always has.”

“It has. That’s why you see me the way you paint me. You see all of me, even the hidden parts—the parts that are only beautiful to you.”

“All of your parts are beautiful,” Eddie insists with a pout.

“Everyone has rough edges, my love, even me.”

“And they are beautiful in their roughness.”

“Eddie…”Stef turns to kiss the pout off his alpha’s lips, struggling because of his pregnant belly, grinning as Eddie rushes to help him. “All I care is that you love me. That you love us.”

Eddie kisses him back, soft and slow and sweet. “I always, always will.”

#steddie #omegaverse #fanfiction #omega steve harrington #alpha eddie munson #stranger things fic #ficlet #mpreg #thirsty thursday

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goldencherriess · 2 months ago

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Pairing: Percy Jackson x Fem! Reader

Summary: Y/N had never been a normal kid, she knew this much. But a certain night puts everything into perspective.

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: angst, mentions of blood

Series masterlist || Main masterlist

Y/N often dreamed of the skies. Clouds and stars twinkled behind her eyelids every time she closed her eyes. Deep sleep often carried her across the midnight universe until thunder struck and slashed the skies in two. That was when she woke up, drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.

She wouldn’t fall back asleep after that. She’d lay back, staring at the ceiling, listening to the background, muffled sounds of a still lively Manhattan.

She wasn’t born and raised in Manhattan. She faintly remembered, as through a mist, a cottage hidden from prying eyes, surrounded by rolling hills, cutting mountains and whistling winds. And if she let her mind focus long enough, she could remember stormy eyes looking down at her. But as fast as the vision came, it went.

She turned on her side, her gaze catching her reflection in the mirror aimlessly hung on her wooden chipped wardrobe. It was dark in the room, but her eyes glowed all the same. Growing up, her mother always did say her eyes resembled her father’s, brave, tumultuous and violent. Like a storm, the most beautiful eyes, she used to say.

Y/N blinked before she sat up. Her bare feet touched the cold floor and she gathered a moment to herself to stare out the window. The tall blocks of Manhattan obscured the silver vision of the moon. She turned to look at the electronic clock on her bedside table. It read 2:14 am. A sigh escaped her lips and she got up, letting the duvet fall soundlessly on the purple carpet. She tiptoed all the way out of her bedroom and down the corridor. She passed another bedroom. The door was ajar and she could hear her aunt softly snoring.

When she entered the kitchen, she was greeted by the humming of the old fridge. She opened it, a wave of coldness cooling down her hot body, the sweat trickling down her temple. The blue light of the fridge cascaded down, illuminating the dark corners of the kitchen. Seeing nothing that could interest her or satiate her thirst, she closed it back, a few polaroids appearing before her eyes. Her mother smiled at her through them, ringlets falling down her back. Y/N appeared in all of them, either hiding her face away from the camera or boldly sticking her tongue out.

Her father was absent in every photo. She never did meet him. She never knew how he looked, or what his name was. Or what his favourite colour was, the simplest of things. She only knew that he cared enough to leave.

She could tell the photographs were chronologically pinned on the fridge, because down the line her mother disappeared from the photos and was replaced by her sweet aunt. If she squinted she could have said they were the same person. She remembered a hospital bed, her mother’s pale and sickly face and her aunt’s gentle hand on her shoulder.

She turned away from the refrigerator. Her hands opened the cupboard and took hold of her glued back Milka mug (she had broken it a few months ago when she thought she saw a winged horse on the roof of the neighbouring block. When she recounted to her aunt what she saw, her aunt only kissed her forehead, picked up the broken pieces of the mug and promised she would mend it back together. Y/N never told her again of the visions). She opened the tap and let the jet of water fill the mug. She closed it, raising the mug to her lips, the sound of falling droplets onto the sink filling the air. The water felt like a cleansing wave down her throat and she almost forgot the recurring dreams she had. They’ve been hunting her mind for a few years now and she started to wonder if there was something wrong with her, if the winged horses, the lightning and the thunder were clear signs that she was going insane. It didn’t help that she moved schools every few months (“She gets into trouble too often”, “She’s too impulsive”, “She must go to a school for children with special needs” were some of the things the school counselors and the principals always did say to her aunt. They thought she couldn’t hear them, but she did. Always).

She couldn’t help glancing out the dirty kitchen window. Thunder lightened the Manhattan sky for a split second. She started. Silence and darkness came and she was, once again, left alone in the kitchen, with only the humming of the fridge and the splashing of the droplets to keep her company. A shaky breath escaped her lips. She raised the mug to her lips, but she didn’t get to drink any more water. Lightning illuminated the kitchen once more and a two-headed dog appeared before her, just beyond the window. She screamed and her mug slipped from her hands, shattering.

The dog was there, tauntingly bearing its teeth at her. Thunder reverberated and rain started falling from the open sky, pattering against the window. A storm was brewing in Manhattan and she took a step back, gaze frozen on the dog. The moment it started barking (she swore she could hear it as though it was beside her), she yelled. Padded footsteps announced her aunt’s presence. “Y/N?! What is it, sweetie?”

Y/N could hear her gasp, but she was too paralyzed to turn around. The dog jumped on the window and a crack appeared. She jumped back, colliding with her aunt’s waist. A gentle hand settled on her shoulder, much as it did a few years ago in a small hospital room. “Y/N, we need to leave.”

Y/N’s eyes were wide and her mouth fell open. The dog jumped on the window again. Another crack.

“Y/N, did you hear me? We need to leave. Now.”

Thunder. The heads of the dog hit the window in an attempt to break it. Two cracks.

“Y/N, look at me,” her aunt said, turning her around and gripping her shoulders. “Your mother entrusted me to take care of you and this is what I’m doing. She said that when the time comes, I need to take you to the camp.”

Y/N furrowed her eyebrows and searched her aunt’s gaze for clues. “Camp? What camp? It’s the middle of October.”

“Not just any camp. Camp Half-Blood, a place where you’re safe.”

“I don’t understand. Safe from what?”

The dog hit the window with its heavy paw and the window almost shattered.

Y/N didn’t need to look into her aunt’s eyes to understand what she was referring to. Safe from two-headed dogs, safe from storms. Safe from nightmares. She simply nodded and her aunt took her by the wrist, dragging her out the kitchen and down the hallway, only stopping to pick up the keys from the glass table. “Take your jacket. It’s raining outside. And you are not catching a cold under my eyes,” her aunt commanded.

Y/N did just that, taking a hold of her yellow rain jacket, noticing that her aunt just threw a cardigan on herself. She was a woman in her late twenties, with no college degree and rent issues. She was barely getting by (and Y/N always did have the gut feeling she was a burden. She could see it in the extra shifts her aunt took just to get some money and in the dark circles she would wear under her colourless eyes). “Won’t you be cold?” she dared to ask.

A shattering sound filled the air.

“No, come on!” her aunt responded, taking her by the hand and running down the stairs with her in tow. Y/N threw glances behind her shoulder. She didn’t understand why she was being hunted by a two-headed monstrosity and how she was seeing it without thinking, for the first time, she was off the rails. She couldn’t understand how her aunt was seeing it too, nor why she was never told that there was nothing wrong with her, that she was seeing things for what they truly were.

“Why is it chasing us?” she yelled over the dog’s mad barking.

“It’s chasing you,” her aunt replied, before opening the block’s door.

Rain cascaded down on them, soaking them to the bones. Thunder and lightning cut the skies. “Why?”

Her aunt opened the car’s door and pushed Y/N inside, before she ran to the driver’s seat. She entered the car and closed the door with a bang. “Seatbelt on,” she ordered.

“Why’s it chasing me? What did I do?”

Her aunt put the keys into the ignition. “Seatbelt on, Y/N,” she repeated, her voice strained.

Y/N huffed, before complying. Her aunt drove the car out of the driveway, speeding down the road. Rain splashed the windows angrily. “Your mom told me you’re special. And you are. I saw you. You dream and see all these things-”

“I thought I was going insane!” yelled Y/N, red in the face. “I thought there was something wrong with me!”

Her aunt spared her a sad glance, before focusing on the road. “I know, I’m so sorry. I just didn’t know how to-” she sighed. “How to raise you. I’m still learning, Y/N.”

Lightning enlightened their way out of Manhattan. “So, you believed me all this time? When I told you about the winged horse-”

“I knew your mother was right. She told me of the time she fell in love with a powerful man and then she had you. She said that he wasn’t like any man she had ever met, that he was different. Different from anyone.”

“You know who my father is?” demanded Y/N, turning in her seat.

“I wish I knew. She just told me that he was a god.”

Y/N’s brain stopped for a second, confusion darkening her features. “What? How’s that possible? Did she meet Jesus?”

“No, no. She met a Greek god. All those stories she told you growing up, they’re true. And you’re the child of one of them.You’re a half-blood, a demigod.”

Thunder boomed and the car rolled down the road. Loud barking carried over the storm. Y/N turned into her seat, looking behind the car. A dark haired dog was running through the rain towards them, tongues sticking out of its mouths, teeth glinting in the lightning. “It’s on our tail!”

Her aunt glanced in the rear window, before her foot pressed the pedal, accelerating. Soon, woods covered the car, and the city was no longer in sight. A river slithered down, reflecting purple and silver lightning, angry waves dancing on the surface. Y/N frantically opened the glove compartment of the car, ruffling through all the brochures and papers, before her fingertips felt the sharpness of a silver penknife.

“Y/N, darling, what are you doing?” her aunt asked, worry seeping into her voice.

“That thing’s following us. And it’s obviously settled on having me, so it will get what it desires,” answered Y/N, staring at the shimmering silver of the knife.

“What?”

“Just enough to buy you time. And for you to arrive safely at this camp-”

“Y/N, the camp’s for you,” stared her aunt at her, before settling her eyes back on the road.

“I’m only safe in your arms, auntie,” replied Y/N, voice soft. Her aunt turned to look her in the eyes and she started at the determination in Y/N’s, bolts flashing in them. “I’m not afraid.” She unbuckled her seatbelt and threw open the door. Ruffling wind entered the car, swaying her hair upwards like a veil. Stinging droplets whipped her skin, cold nicking at it like unforgiving, cutting glass. The dog’s barking cut through the storm’s aggravating simphony and Y/N smiled softly at the woman who looked so much like her late mother. She jumped out of the car, rolling into the mud and hitting her elbow into a slippery rock. She hissed once she felt her skin ripping open, blood curling down her arm. Thunder boomed in the distance, but she only blinked the rain out of her eyes. The car skidded down the muddy road and hit a tree.

The two-headed dog trampled the leafed wood path, fury lightning its red eyes. Y/N got up, drenched to the bones, shivering in the freezing wind and raised the only weapons she had: the penknife and her ambition. She heard the car’s door open and being slammed. “Y/N, don’t-”

She frowned and hurled the penknife towards the monster’s chest. It stabbed its flesh, blood flowing down its fur. The dog only growled, it raised one of its paws and struck Y/N, casting her into the river’s abyss. Before her whole body was engulfed by the chilling waves, she saw a rumbling lightning striking the two-headed dog. The wind carried away what remained of it: dust and ashes.

Y/N tried to stay afloat, but currents dragged her down and she didn’t know how to swim. Water invaded her lungs and her eyes stung. The cut on her elbow burned her under the unforgiving currents. Panicked, she kicked her feet. She couldn’t see the surface, she could only feel the embracing cold, darkness. Her hands numbed and her legs stopped trying. She felt gentle hands, grabbing her by the waist. Her head broke through the tumultuous waves and her lungs welcomed the sweet, refreshing air. Her eyes came into focus and she recognized her aunt carrying her to the shore. Cold air hit her as her toes touched the muddy earth. Her aunt enveloped her into a bone-crushing hug and she accepted it, sobbing into her already wet cardigan. “You’re so brave, so so brave. It’s okay, you’re okay. You’re safe, now. You’ll be alright, you’ll be alright.” Her aunt caressed Y/N’s wet locks, whispering in her ear and gently swaying her.

Y/N’s gaze caught sight of a tall tree in the horizon and an imposing, ivory gate with Greek columns braved the already dying storm. Thunder and lightning shied away behind grey clouds and the moon scared away the last raining drops.

She’d be alright.

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A/N: There it is! The prologue to my first ever PJO series. I'm very excited to share this fic with you all, it is very close to my heart. This was a very short introduction, to get into the feeling of the story and to meet Y/N. Fret not, the chapters will get longer! (like, much longer, 10k words longer). I hope you enjoyed it!

If you'd like to be added to my main tag list or the series tag list, drop a comment or send me an ask!

Lots of love xx

Main tag list: @bohemianrhapsody86 @andreead @asgards-princess-of-mischief @islayhawkin

Series tag list: @mynicknameisgasoline @constellation-archive

#percy jackson x reader #pjo x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #fanfic writing #angst #my writing #masterlist #laura writes

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toasttt11 · 11 months ago

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never grow up

Your little hand's wrapped around my finger

A five year old Quinn walked into the hospital room while his little brothers were waiting outside with their grandmother. He saw him mom in the hospital bed looking tired but extremely happy and smiled bigger when her oldest came in, and his father was holding a pink bundle smiling down at it.

Quinn walked over to his mom leaning up and kissing her cheek, “Hi mama.”

“Hi Quinny you want to meet your little sister?” Ellen smiled brushing a hand over his hair, smiling at his enthusiastic nod, knowing her sweet boy have been very excited to meet his sister.

Jim walked over as Quinn sat in the chair, Jim leaned down gently setting his daughter into Quinn’s arm.

Quinn softly gasped seeing his baby sister look so cute he slowly brushed a finger over her soft cheeks, before her little hand went to her face and her tiny fingers wrapped around Quinn’s finger.

Quinn smiled widely at his baby sister, “I’ll always protect i promise.” Quinn smiled at her holding his finger and knew he was already wrapped around her finger.

And it's so quiet in the world tonight

A three year old Carter slowly sliding of her bed, quietly opening her bedroom door and tiptoeing down the hallway to Jack’s door, she gently opened the door sliding into his room.

The whole house silent as her family is all sleeping, but she wanted to be with her brother.

Carter gently lifted up the corner of Jack’s comforter and pulled herself up into his bed and sliding right into his side.

Jack woke up slowly feeling something move next to him, and he looked over and saw through the strips of moonlight coming through, a tiny body with brown curls and he smiled wrapping an arm around his sister.

Jacks hands curling around her curls as he felt his little sister relax againt him and fall back asleep , he pulled the blanket up more around her before falling back asleep.

Your little eyelids flutter 'cause you're dreamin'

A six year old Luke was watching a hockey game with his five year old sister sleeping with her head on his lap, as their mom was in her office and their dad and brothers were at a game.

Carter slowly moved around making Luke look down seeing her still sleeping but moving around and her eyes fluttering, her nose scrunched.

Luke gently put his hand into her curls gently rubbing her head making Carter slowly relaxed and fall back to a more peaceful sleep.

So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light

Carter whimpered seeing the shapes move around on her dark walls, the wind howling outside and she whimpered again before throwing her blanket off running out of her bed into the room next to hers, Quinn. She quickly pulled the door handle running into her room.

A eight year old Quinn looked up from his book that he was reading in bed, before he had to got to sleep, and he saw his almost three year old sister biting her lip and shaking as she busted into the room.

Quinn quickly jumped out of bed rushing to his little sister, he kneeled down in front of her pulling her into a hug rubbing her back.

“What’s wrong Reesie?” Quinn frowned feeling how much his sister is shaking, he kissed the top of her head.

“Dark.” Carter whimper out hiding her face in Quinn’s chest.

Quinn slowly nodded understanding what’s wrong, He picked her up still holding her in a hug and setting her on his hip, he walked over to his desk digging in the top drawer looking for something, before he found what he was looking for.

He walked them out of his room back into her room, he clicked on the main light before waking to the outlet and plugging in the nightlight he grabbed. He turned it own making stars shine across the whole ceiling.

“Hey Reesie, look!” Quinn cooed making Carters head slowly move from where she was hiding in his chest and smiled at the stars, blue and purple stars filled her ceiling.

“Woah!” Carter gasped seeing how pretty they all are.

Quinn slowly walked back with Carter still sitting on his hip but focused on the stars and clicked off the main light and breathed out a sigh of relief seeing Carter not notice.

He slowly walked them to her bed and set her down onto the bed, he kneeled down on the floor by her bed covering her up with her blankets seeing her tired eyes watching him, “That use to be my stars, i use to have to sleep with them too.”

“You did?” Carter gasped not thinking her big brother would be afraid of anything.

“Mhm, but i learned that the stars protect you when you’re scared. If you’re ever scared just look at the stars.” Quinn leaned down kissing her on the forehead slowly humming until she feel back to sleep.

To you, everything's funny

Carter who was six was making a grunt looking down at her dinner plates seeing the peas, she hates peas.

Jack who was nine was sitting across the table from her and as she put the food in mouth he gently tapped her leg making her look up at Jack who scrunched his nose and made a pea come out from both sides of his nose, Carter laughed forgetting the food in her mouth making it fly across the table and hit Luke who was sitting next to Jack.

 The table paused before Carter was laughing so hard she was leaning out of her chair and not quick after Jack was wheezing trying to catch his breath as he laughed so hard and Quinn tried so hard not to look at the mashed potatoes that splatted all over Luke’s face but the when he saw them he couldn’t help but bust out laughing just as hard as his siblings.

Luke was trying to be annoyed but when he saw his face in the reflection in the mirror in the dinning room he couldn’t help but break out laughing as well.

You got nothing to regret

Carter who had just turned six was playing outside hockey a 1v1 with her seven years old brother, Luke was behind her trying to get the puck she had in her hands when suddenly she went to move and her stick went up and it flung right into Luke’s nose, Carter quickly dropped the stick turning seeing Luke holding his nose in pain and his eyes teary.

Carter eyes widened with worry, “MOM! MOM!” Carter screamed towards the house having her hands on Luke’s arms as his nose started to bleed heavily.

Ellen rushed our hearing Carter scream, Quinn was quick to follow behind her, they saw Carter holding Luke and Luke holding him face.

Ellen quickly ran to Luke making Carter’s hands drop from Luke’s arms, “What happened!” Ellen gently demanded as she gently lifted Luke’s hands wincing seeing all the blood but his nose was still very much straight and looked like it was just a very bad bloody nose.

“I accidentally hit with the end of my stick when we were playing.” Carter tearfully and hurriedly explained.

“Quinn go get toilet paper.” Ellen asked her eldest who nodded now realizing that it must just be bloody nose.

“Is he going to be okay?” Carter softly asked holding Luke’s hand tightly.

“He’ll be okay, it’s just a bloody nose.” Ellen soothed her daughter worries as Quinn walked out with a toilet paper roll handing it to his mother.

“I’m sorry.” Carter regrettably whispered to Luke as they walked back into the house and Ellen was holding toilet paper on Luke’s nose to stop the bleeding.

“It’s okay Reeses pieces.” Luke whispered back, it didn’t even hurt that bad but it was uncomfortable with all the blood but he knew his sister didn’t do it on purpose.

I'd give all I have honey

If you could stay like that

A recently just turned six Quinn snuck out of his bed in the middle of the night. He tiptoed out of his room and down the hallway towards Carter’s room he quietly opened her door and walked to her crib seeing her eyes fluttering open and shut, he leaned into the crib gently picking her.

Quinn picked up the blanket hanging over the back of the rocking chair before sitting in the chair with Carter in his arms, he covered himself and Carter with the blanket.

Carter cooed making Quinn attention immediately go to her, Quinn saw his baby sister staring up at him and he gave her his finger and she wrapped her little fingers around it.

Quinn slowly rocked the both of them back to sleep and he hep Carter all night long until Ellen came into Carters room the next morning and found her oldest and youngest fast asleep in the rocking chair.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

Just stay this little

“Mom!” Carter groaned frustrated sitting on her bedroom in frustration, it was the first day of first grade tomorrow and she couldn’t figure out an outfit.

“Reesie?” Ellen responded out in concern walking down the hallway to Carter’s bedroom seeing Carter sitting on the floor looking frustrated, Ellen walked over kneeling down in front of her and gently rubbed Carter’s back, “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t find an outfit.” Carter huffed out.

“Would you like some help?” Ellen softly questioned still enjoying the days where her children need her help, especially since her youngest seems to want to do everything on her and is always very independent.

Carter titled her head before slowly nodding, Ellen smiled and looked at the clothes all around them and saw a grey and black plaid skirt and then looked and saw a black long sleeve with ruffles, she help them up to Carter, “What about this? With your black headband?” Ellen smiled at her.

Carter nodded happily a smile now forming on her face as she hugged her mother, “Thank you.”

“Anytime Ressie, Anytime.” Ellen closed her eyes savoring the hug.

Oh, darlin', don't you ever grow up

Don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

An eleven year old Carter rubbed her eyes as she quietly walked into the kitchen in the middle of the night wanting cold water, she blinked seeing her dad sitting at the dinning room table, “Dad?”

Carter soft voice got Jim’s attention who turned around seeing his daughter standing there, “Hey bug.” Jim softly smiled at her patting the seat next to him.

“Are those the cookies mom made? Carter cocked an eyebrow at her father as she sat next to him seeing him have cookies and milk in front of him.

“I won’t tell, if you want.” Jim mischievously smiled holding a cookie out to his daughter.

Carter looked at the cookie knowing they are really good because her mom made them before grabbing the cookie and taking a bite out of it, “Deal.”

Carter happily grinned as she munched on the cookies with her dad.

I won't let nobody hurt you

Quinn turned around just seeing as his sister was smashed into the boards after the whistle was already blown, and before anyone even knew it, Quinn had his gloves dropped and he was on top of the Calgary Flames player tackling him to the ice and not stopping hitting him until Quinn was dragged off him.

Quinn knew his mouth was running but he didn’t care he shrugged off the referee and took his penalty seeing his sister not on the bench, the second the period ended Quinn had jumped out of the box skating across the ice hurrying down the tunnel to the medical room, he bursted in seeing the doctors holding a light to Carter’s head checking for concussion.

“Is she alright?” Quinn hurriedly questioned, gently grabbing her hand.

“She’s okay, i would like her not to play the rest of the game as they was a very bad hit to the head, she doesn’t have a concussion but for safety i suggest she doesn’t.” The doctor kindly instructed Quinn before leaving the room.

Quinn pulled her into a hug pressing a soft kiss to her head.

Won't let no one break your heart

And no one will desert you

Quinn frowned as Carter denied the FaceTime something she never does and then she texted “sorry can’t talk now” Quinn frowned deeper having feeling like Carter has been off lately.

He quickly got up and packed a bag and getting into his car, he had three days off from work and decided to drive the five hours to his little sister.

Quinn drove the five hours to Regina and walked up into her apartment building, he took the elevator to her floor. He knocked on her door waiting for her to open the door.

A fifteen year old Carter looked up from her couch and got up walking to the door, she opened it and was shocked to she her brother, “Quinny?” Carter softly questioned feeling her eyes fill with tears.

“Ressie.” Quinn softly smiled at his baby sister, she lunged forward pulling him into a hug.

Carter let out a shaky breath as she felt comfort from her big brother, she didn’t realize how alone she would feel in a new city all alone.

Just try to never grow up

Never grow up

Carter got off the plane from Sweden after staying there for almost a year only really doing school and playing hockey, she turned 16 there, she did end up growing a good few inches while she was away and she knew she put on a lot of good muscle, and a lot of her baby fat on her face went away. Carter saw Quinn waiting for her and she quickly walked over to him a smile, “Hey big brother.”

“Can you stop growing please.” Quinn questioned wirh a wide smile pulling her sister in a long overdo hug, her now only being three inches shorter than him.

Quinn drove her to their parents houses were the rest of their family was waiting for them.

Carter laughed as she was covered in confetti from Jack and Luke as she walked into the house and she saw the welcome home banner.

“This is not fair.” Jack pouted seeing how tall his sister got and how his younger siblings are way too tall.

Luke pulled Carter into a tight hug swaying back and forth. Jack pushed Luke off her and pulled Carter into a tight hug, “No more growing ok.”

“Ok.” Carter fondly rolled her eyes at her brother.

Ellen pulled her youngest in a tight hug pressing kisses to her face having missed her so much, “Oh my love you got even more beautiful.” Ellen smiled softly holding her daughter’s face in her hands. Of course the family had facetime while Carter was away but it was hard to tell how much she grew up from a screen.

Jim rested his chin on his daughter’s head holding her a long hug.

Don't you ever grow up

It could stay this simple

Luke walked into the living room seeing his three siblings cuddled up together so he walked over to the couch towards them.

Luke layed down in between Jack and Carter resting his head on Jacks thigh and gently grabbing Carter’s hand gaining a squeeze in return. Quinn was cuddled against Carter.

The four siblings cuddled together on the couch for a long time just listening to the pouring rain and thunder outside until they all fell fast asleep, just like they always did when they were younger.

Jim and Ellen walked down to the basement that was usally always loud but was completely silent and they saw all their kids cuddled up together. Ellen and Jim smiled, Ellen took a picture of her kids as Jim grabbed the other blankets on the back of the couch covering Luke with one and Quinn with the other.

And no one's ever burned you

Nothing's ever left you scarred

Carter was on her roller skates in the front driveway of her house playing with her brothers, when she slipped and her knee slid roughly across the asphalt. Carter gasped seeing the blood starting to run down her leg and could feel the tears running down her face rapidly. Quinn saw her fall and quickly dropped his stick and skated to her, Carter who was only four.

“Sshh, Your okay Ressie.” Quinn softly cooed bending down in front of her and wrapping her in his arms, “Jack can you go get mom.” Quinn calmly demanded his brother not taking his eyes off his sister, Jack quickly nodded and skated towards the house.

Luke sat on the other side of Carter holding her hand looking at her in worry. Ellen came out with Jack seeing her daughter crying sitting in the floor and her boys comforting her, “Oh honey, what happened?” Ellen brushed her baby hairs that fell out of her ponytail.

“I slipped.” Carter soflty hiccuped being more frustrated at falling than being hurt, and crying because she was so overwhelmed.

“Ok, why don’t we go inside so we can clean your boo-boo up yeah?” Ellen softly talked to her daughter, Carter slowly nodded and looked up at her big brother with her big wide eyes that were filled with tears.

Quinn picked up his sister bridal style and carried her into the house. Jack made sure to pick up of Carter’s hockey stick off the driveway, and Luke kept a hold on Carter’s hand the whole time.

And even though you want to

Just try to never grow up

“Bye Quinny! Bye Jacky! Bye Lukey! Bye Mom and Dad!” A recently turned five year old Carter smiled widely waving at her family as she happily skipped into her first day of school.

“Does she have to grow up.” Quinn frowned unhappy his baby sister seems to never stop growing.

“Can’t she just stay little.” Jack pouted hating seeing her grow up.

Ellen and Jim shared fond looks having thought the same things many times with all their kids.

Take pictures in your mind of your childhood room

Carter who had just turned 14 looked around the room she grew up in, the dark green shiplap that her mom picked out years ago and Carter never got rid of it having always loved it , the wall full of her old hockey’s sticks, the bulletin board above her desk filled with photos of friends and family, her bay window that has way to many pillows and throw blankets, the star nightlight that Carter could never get rid of.

Carter looked around seeing a now empty room having packed everything up and loaded it onto the moving van to their new house in Michigan.

Memorize what it sounded like when your dad gets home

Carter was sitting at the dinner table working on her spelling for her kindergarten class but perked up hearing the sound of the car in the driveway and it turning off. Carter hurriedly dropped her pencil and scurried across the house to the front door.

She heard the key in the door unlocking it and the door opening it, Carter smiled running right into her dad’s legs.

“Dad! Your home!” Carter grinned up at her dad, Jim tiredly smiled down at his youngest kid, “Hello Bug.” He picked her setting her on his hip as he held her with one hand and the other grabbing his bag.

Carter wrapped her small arms around his neck, “I missed you.” Carter leaned her head on his shoulder.

“I missed you too Bug.” Jim kissed the top of her head.

Remember the footsteps, remember the words said

Carter pulled the cover over her head trying to block out all the noise in the morning and go back to sleep not wanting to be awake this early.

Carter groaned frustrated hearing all her brothers and their friends stomping around in the morning. She could hear all of their loud voices traveling through out the house and she knew she wasn’t getting anymore sleep this morning.

And all your brother's favorite songs

Carter groaned hearing Jack playing another country song on the speaker as they were all out on the boat and Jack grabbed the speaker first.

Jack and Trevor sung to the music dramatically jumping around the boat together.

Carter just shook her head feeling the headache forming but knew she misses these kinds of moments in the season so she put up with listening to him sing his favorite songs.

I just realized everything I have is someday gonna be gone

Carter was sitting in her new bedroom in their new Michigan house that they moved into a few months ago. She opened the email from the WHL and knew exactly what it would be, either the acceptance or rejection. Carter had applied for the WHL, when they were still living in Canada and now knew if she was accepted she would be moving away from her family.

Carter let out a breath as she realizes she got accepted into the Hockey League she’s been dreaming of and the first player to ever get accepted a year early something her brothers didn’t even get approved to do.

Carter proudly smiled to herself as she got accepted to one of her dreams, but frowned when she remembered that the only close team to Quinn only had one draft pick this year, and all the other teams are at least two hours away from Vancouver, Carter knew it was going to end up with her being all alone.

So here I am in my new apartment

In a big city, they just dropped me off

It's so much colder than I thought it would be

So I tuck myself in and turn my nightlight on

Carter looked around her new bedroom in her little apartment in Regina, Canada. She looked at how little things she really did bring with her from home, she frowned feeling the chilly breeze and seeing nothing but dark in her room. She looked through her suitcase and found the nightlight she brought, the one she has had for ten years.

She plugged in and slowly relaxed seeing the stars fill the ceilings, something she’s always slept with ever since Quinn gave it to her.

She put on a hoodie she stole from Jack and got under her comforter trying to warm as she slowly fell asleep all alone in her new apartment.

Wish I'd never grown up

#carterhughesau #carter hughes x connor bedard #ch86 #jack hughes x reader #nhl x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #quinn hughes x reader #jh86 #quinn hughes #luke hughes x reader #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier #vince dunn x reader #vancouver canucks #new jersey devils #nhl hockey

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mushibashiraas · 2 months ago

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warning(s): they/them pronouns, bisexual rindou, spirals, depression, self-harm/“picking at the skin on their fingertips again,” mentions of cheating, rin being a d¡ck (but only bc he met reader in a weird, awkward situation), hair pulling, the occasional swear word, waist-specifications, reader has a ton of stuffed animals/plushies, suggestive comments (2 references towards the end), and affectionate nicknames.

“hey, rin....?” they hesitantly ask their boyfriend of two years, eyes darting around every which way but at him. they've started picking at the skin on their fingertips again, he notices.

rindou mutes his gaming mic and turns his chair around. “yeah, baby?” sliding his headphones off of his ears with one hand, he reaches out with the other hand and pulls them towards him until they end up between his legs. wrapping an arm around their small, — as he calls it — “cute” waist he pulls them closer until they almost fall on top of him.

getting the message, they straddle rindou and reach up into his messy blonde streaks distracting their fingers with the lines of bright, cyan-blue running through them.

they don't want to seem angry at rin for this because gods above! they could never be angry at him. their angel. their rock. their peter parker or miles morales. he's always looking out for them. always putting them first before his own needs. they think — no... they know that he'd drop the entire world if they asked him too.

but at the same time.... they just love waking up to his soft features in the morning on the rare occasion when they wake up first. they love when they go to bed and the last thing they see at night is rindou, purple eyes softening and gazing at them as if they hung the stars in his sky. his face relaxing as his eyelids slowly droop trying to and failing to fight off the god hypnos' spell.

so then why? why does he turn around on some nights? or what about those other nights where he'll join them in bed late after staying up playing with his old gang friends and he crawls in behind them and snuggles them in his sleep. he doesn't bother turning them around to face him and kiss his cute nose goodnight. did they say something or do something? did their relationship change? does he not love them? is he cheating on them with someone else? perhaps someone physically and mentally stronger than them caught his eye at the club the other night when they turned him down to join him and ran. he'd be better off with them than they're sorry ass—

a harsh tug on their hair rips a sharp whine from their throat. “what the hell, rin?! what was that for?” they pull away from him and glare at him one hand reaching up behind their head where rindou had just yanked.

“i've been talkin’ to ya this whole time, babe.” he doesn't look mad or annoyed but he certainly looks worried. “you know you've been talkin’ this whole time, yeah? and i've been trying to tell you something and explain to you why i've been sleeping with my back to you or sleeping on the other side of the bed. but you've been spiralling so deep in your thoughts that you didn't hear a word i said. calm down, ok?” compared to the rough tug he gave their hair earlier, he gently cups their face in his rough hands, thumbs rubbing soothing circles on their cheeks. “sorry for pulling your hair like that, hon’. but you were really gone; had me worried there!” he gives them a quick cheeky smile and pecks their forehead. “i was worried because i care about you. i like the feeling of being able to protect someone else dear to me besides my own brother. he's older than me so i don't get that feeling very often. but when i met you and you clung to to me when you passed out and came to that one time, i wanted to feel that sensation again. that pride of and happiness of being a person that someone can rely on. i know it was an accident but still... ‘twas nice.”

“....oh....” they suddenly felt so embarrassed and so ashamed, even though deep down they knew they had nothing to be ashamed about. rindou's their boyfriend. he's one of the few people in their life that has stuck around. the man they've secretly daydreamed of marrying. he's seen them naked. seen them in tears. seen them angry. rindou's caught them in every possible vulnerable state they could ever be in and he never let them down. never gave up on them. never walked away. why would he...? why would.... he.... “why would you stay with me? you've seen every side of me since then. like i said, i am sure there are others out there who aren't as fucked up as me. who are far healthier than i am and can accompany you more often to your club at night with your brother and friends. i don't hold you back; you've said that so that's not the issue here. but.... i want to know why, in a sea of people, you would still choose me.” by now they had started sobbing, face buried in his t-shirt, tattooed arms wrapped firmly around their waist, their own hands balled into fists clutching onto him for dear life as if he'd disappear otherwise.

“babe,” he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, big, warm, calloused hands slowly rubbing their back. “i choose you over any other healthy guy or girl because i've seen your determination and persistance through everything you've gone through. the only people i've seen with that much determination were that hanagaki guy and toman's leader. but they're different from you; you've remained selfless and compassionate to everyone, no matter what. always the open-minded one trying to see someone's perspective or situation from their end. you're one of the last people to judge others. not gonna lie, i thought it was pretty naive at first. figured you'd be — and saw it often — walked all over a lot. but you never let that keep you down for long.”

they huffed. pouting they also grumbled back, “sure seems long....”

he made a sound like a game show buzzer going off because a contestant ran out of time or got the answer wrong. “incorrect answer, my love. it seemed long but it was always only temporary. things always changed for the better. if things in the world never changed for the better then it would've imploded a long time ago. anyway,” he moves his hands from their back to their shoulders and raises them to look him in the eye.

“anyway,” he says again, “babe, you always say that one of your traits is that you're stubborn as hell. well, ever think that your stubborness applies here too? you're so stubborn and determined to not let people's opinions of you cloud your outlook on life. you've seen and experienced so much that you don't wish to see others go through the same hardships as you. so you give back to others as much as you can. that's pretty cool, y’know? you're cool, babe! the coolest! we can be cool together: you, me, and ran — you laughed! that made you laugh!” rin cheered and giddily kissed their tears away. “but!” he abruptly leaned back all of a sudden. “he can only join our cool squad only because i know he'd be offended at never let me live it down that i don't think he's cool enough to join.” he rolls his eyes at the audacity of how far his brother would go with his dramatics. “it's a wonder *aniki's not an actor with how dramatic he can be sometimes.”

taking a few tissues from the box sitting on rin's desk, they dried their eyes, cleaned their face and blew their nose. “i mean, he did say he's always wanted to be a celebrity. so basically he's living the ‘actor’ life anyway, isn't he?”

taking a clean tissue from them he patted their cheeks dry and chuckled, “true. even if it is my club he's still a celebrity by association. anyway, you good now, babe? baby? my love? my angel? my sweet thing? dollfhmph?” he playfully glared at his “dollface” as they clapped a hand over his mouth. “don't like that last one, baby? ‘s’not what you said last night while i was—”

“you finish that sentence and you'll sleep on the couch!” they playfully retorted back. “besides, you never answered my question about why you've been sleeping with your back to me or why you've been sleeping on the other side of the bed lately.”

“you've got enough stuffed animals. i want to be your stuffed plushie that you hold at night and cuddle with.” the instant rindou pouted and crossed his arms over his chest, they knew he was partly messing with them still to cheer them up. “but in all seriousness,” he relaxed his posture and returned to cleaning them up and fixing their hair. “in all seriousness, baby, when i crawl in behind you after i log off from my game i just like the feeling of your back pressed to my chest as i wrap my arms around you. i also love it when you subconsciously hold onto my own arms when i do that. it's cute!” leaning in, he rests his forehead against theirs and watches and feels as they slowly get more and more flustered. “you know what else is cute?”

“wh-what....?” they stutter, barely able to maintain eye contact with him with how intensely his gaze on them was.

“i also adore how flustered you get — even though we've been dating for two years and have been friends for three — whenever i go to kiss you or whenever i undress you. it makes my heart swell every time i see you trying to look away from me. it only makes me want to kiss you more, y’know? and i think that's exactly what i'll do.” tilting his head to the side rindou gives their lips one peck. two. three.

throwing his headphones onto his chair, he stands up and hoists them over his hips as he effortlessly carries them to the bed. between each deep, hungry, breathless kiss he mutters lowly against their lips high praise after high praise while also promising to show them in slow, agonizing detail why he would never leave and always choose them every time.

note. ....did i grab my own face in my own hands to figure out how rin would hold it and where he'd massage on my face with his thumbs.....? .......yes...... no....... hhhh ABSOLUTELY! fine. lol listen. artists aren't the only ones who do "weird" shit lol

also feel free to listen to 13Aurora's “can't catch me now” slowed + reverb cover on while you read this iyw. i had it on loop while i wrote this aaa tho tbh i was looping it all day

aaaaaa seasonal depression has been kicking me in the ass on top of my symptomatic depression (thanks, migraines). so i've been spiralling a lot lately. and when i spiral,, i wrote rindou comfort lol a bit prouder of this compared to my last rindou comfort (that one is still in my drafts tho. ew!). i like the ending more in this one than the last one!! it flows better, i hope, what with all the kissing and loving and suggestive writing~ oooo *squirms in my seat* i adore final timeline rindou so so much — almost as much as bonten arc rindou hahah!! gamer!rindou also has my whole heart and soul too so i had to include that as well as rin's beloved older brother whom i also adore.

(are rin's gaming friends waiting for him to come back and help them defeat the boss with them....? uhh,,,,,,,,, *stares at rin's afk character* yes!)

*ALSO! “aniki” means older bro or big bro or older brother in japanese slang

#tokyo revengers #haitani rindou #haitani rindou x reader #haitani rindo x reader #rindou x reader #rindo x reader

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bonesfucker3000 · 3 months ago

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Make-up styles the TOS men would wear ^_^

(just my lil silly headcanons even though they already do wear it but whatever-)

Kirk- He loves to wear eyeliner (like in Enemy within), not to heavy but definitely noticeable so he'd definitely gravitate towards more grungey make up looks, though he would also definitely wear some yellow eyeliner to match his uniform and put some yellow stars on his face (credit to @wackywest for the second hc :3)

Spock- DRAG MAKE UP!!! Like come on, Spock already wears heavy purple eyeshadow so he would definitely do his make up very drag like, a big emphasise on the eyes and bold colours because Spock is one dramatic mf

Bones- That man loves blue eyeshadow and 60s make up, similar to the styles of Twiggy and Shelly Duvall, alot of emphasis on the eyelashes (since his eyelashes are always on point and just pretty) especially on the bottom lash and bold colours soild colours

Sulu- (probably) Loveees Y2k make up (cyber face), a dewy foundation with some blush but no contour, metallic and glittery eyeshadow (preferably blue) just all over his eyelids and probably plucks his eyebrows just to seal the whole futuristic y2k look

Chekov- He would probably do a clean girl make up,mainly focusing on his eyebrows and eyelashes (omg him and Bones have the most pretty eyelashes ever) just trying to make them as perfect as possible and blush, not really putting that much make up over all,however when Chekov feels fancy he probably does Douyin make up focusing on his eyes and cheeks (since imo, Douyin make up is very soft and would honestly fit his face shape and features)

Scotty- Would probably wear the least amount of make up compared to the rest since he works day and night however he would definitely gell up his eyebrows and but some brown mascara (again crecit to @wackywest for this hc :3) and honestly Scotty would do a no make up, make up look since it isn't time consuming but still looks pretty

(Hope you enjoyed this hehe)

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #captain kirk #james t kirk #james kirk #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #bones mccoy #leonard mccoy #leonard bones mccoy #hikaru sulu #pavel chekov #montgomery scott #star trek headcanon

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duckduckington · 9 months ago

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Differences of the WoY visual style between the pilot and the final show (Along some other stuff) (Part 1)

So a crap-ton of cartoon show bibles and pilots surfaced recently, which is kind of fucking cool, and it included stuff from Wander over Yonder, which is way fucking cooler.

First thing I did was over-analyze the show's visual style and I figure I should put my findings somewhere, so here you go! In a chronological order, it's easier that way (and builds suspense for the real good stuff, ooohooooh (in a spooky ghost voice)).

The first shot alone already brings forth some differences. As far as I know, the show never illustrates space like this, entirely black with just a couple of stars to break the void. There's usually some blue star dust or something, kinda like this:

The skullship was planned to be 3D-animated apparently, instead of being drawn in the same style as the backgrounds. This allows for WAY more complex movements, since it's easier to pull off.

We then get to take a looksie inside of the ship... this isn't like ANYTHING in the show.

We do see control rooms on occasion, but not one like this. It's a circular room with rows of watchdogs on the wall, watching monitors, circulating the middle where Hater sits on his throne. The railings on its support carry Peepers and his cockpit. Two watchdogs control the ship (I think) at the front. That blue goop at the top might be the ship's brain (you can also already see some animation errors in the front, peep their grabbers). There ain't ever been a color palette inside the ship like this, they usually opt for red and black rather than red and white. This might have been their solution to making the characters native to Hater pop out against the background before deciding to just substitute black for purple.

There's still bright locations within the skullship, but they're non-threatening ones, like the food court.

Commander Peepers and the watchdogs have designs that, while closer to their final versions than the pitch bible (or whatever that cover of that graphic novel was supposed to be), carry some traits still worth pointing out (well, so does everything here, but pshhhshshhhshh).

SHINY

COLLARS

Puffy collars around necks, wrists and ankles.

Detailed irises.

Detailed soles on shoes.

Those lines on their gloves that you see in your grandpa's toons.

(bugs bunny pictured flipping the bird)

This is specific to Peepers; the jagged thunder-spike on his helmet has dimension to it, as opposed to the implied dimension in his final design. Spikes on the side are also way longer here.

His eye/face emotes differently by just utilizing a black eyelid, rather than turning the hat into a pseudo-eyebrow, kinda like Double D from Ed, Edd n' Eddy.

We then get a glimpse at Hater's design...

Despite his face missing, you can already see some differences, like his arms resembling more those of an actual skeleton and packing a lot less mass. His hood is also a bit more tout and the folds surrounding it have more empathis.

Another space shot with some shapes to break up the infinite black; it's not always you see a warm color palette for space in the actual show.

Maybe here, when Wander and Sylvia stop the sun from blowing up in "The Good Deed".

When entering the city that's about to get its shit stirred by Hater, we notice that there aren't ANY other locations illustrated like this. We usually have smooth, airbrushy looking stuff, when this is more reminiscent of a comic strip, with clear lines and some hatching to indicate weight here and there. Same goes for the townsfolk, they remind me of... Krazy Kat or something. Craig McCracken has gone on record saying he drew a lot of inspiration from old comic strips, but I don't know if Krazy Kat is one of them. I just thought of it :)

The inside of the skullship looked different so this place might have had an unique artstyle to other locations we would've seen in this version of the show, but that would also be a big difference since the actual show keeps the background style consistent throughout the whole run (as far as I know).

Goes in hand with the skullship; the watchdogs are 3D-animated here, although subtly.

Different gun designs... they look more like water guns here. Big ol' TUBES. Their guns in the show are more sci-fi-esque.

Hater's logo is different, in-line with his design. Way flatter design too. Might as well take a look at his actual face now.

Well, more like next time. Just found out you can only use up to 30 images in one post. Oopsies. I'll continue this when I have the energy! I'll continue my chronological analysis/rambling and perhaps talk about the general art-style and animation at the end. Might take me a couple of more posts.

#wander over yonder #WoY #animation #this is by far the longest post on here up until now #i was fascinated with the pilot when i saw it so y'know i had to put everything i was doing aside and write this out #rambly #long post

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sailorsenshishitposter · 3 months ago

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Jujutsu Kaisen Halloween Edition

⚠️Warning for spoilers so if you haven't finished the series then take that into consideration. This was originally written in two parts but I will be combining them into one long post. I hope you enjoy!

"Do you have any idea what time it is Itadori?"

"C'mon Fushiguro, you said you would spend Halloween with me and Kugisaki!"

Megumi rubbed at his eyelids and yawned. "Did you really need to wake me up at 5:00 AM though?"

"Oh yeah, about that. You know how Gojo sensei is when it comes to candy. He's all, 'IT'S FIRST COME, FIRST SERVED!'. I just figured you would want some before the entire schools stock is gone."

"...Save me some dark chocolate."

__________

"All right, so what's the plan for today?"

"I thought about having a horror movie marathon-"

"It's not that stupid earthworm crap is it?"

"N-no Kugisaki!"

Yuji let a single tear fall as he slipped the complete human earthworm DVD boxset into the garbage bin.

"I'll come back for you, I promise!" He whispered.

"Who are you talking to Itadori?"

"Huh? No one! Well I guess we better start coming up with some ideas if movies are out."

"I've got one!"

"It better not be what I'm thinking Kugisaki!"

"Chill out Fushiguro! No need to act like a grumpy old man all the time, it gives you more wrinkles."

Megumi sighed. "Fine. Let's hear it."

"We go to the graveyar-"

"NO!"

"Hey, I wasn't finished yet! Itadori!"

"Let's just listen to what she has to say Fushiguro..."

...

"As I was saying! We visit a graveyard."

"Why do you want to go to a cemetery!?"

"Because I can bring a Luigi board and talk to spirits with it."

"I think it's called a weegee board Kugisaki..."

"I swear, you're both idiots!"

__________

Mahito was now past the entrance to Jujutsu High, Geto/AKA/Kenjaku needing him to do so for who knows what. The curse then looked down at the list the strange man had given him. "Too bad there's no pictures. It sucks being illiterate!"

Just then someone walked past him. He kind of looked like a gorrila and after looking around he wasn't sure if it was a part of the man's costume or just his natural appearance. "Truly a costume worthy of being in the contest! Brother, you must join us!"

Todo then began dragging Mahito by the arm. "STOP! TAKE YOUR STINKING PAWS OFF ME, YOU DAMN, DIRTY APE!"

"But Brother! Everyone must see the wonderful Frankenstein costume you've created!"

"HELP! SOMEONE JUST EXORCISE ME ALREADY!"

Maki and Mai watched the situation unfold.

"Do you think we should help the new guy?"

"Nah. Besides, we don't want anyone to ruin our chance of winning the costume contest!"

They were both dressed up as the little twin stars. "Just so you know, if the pink doesn't come out of my hair I'm going to leave you to die alone Mai."

"I just regret not eating you in the womb when I had the chance..."

__________

"Are we there yet Fushiguro?"

"Yeah, are we there yet?"

"Will the two of you shut up before I tear my ears off- oh, look we're here."

Yuji then knocked on the gate. "I think it's stuck..."

"It needs a key Itad-"

Nobara then smashed it with her hammer and created an opening. She then fashioned her arm outwards. "Ladies first."

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"PRINCIPAL YAGA, DISQUALIFY HIM, THAT'S CHEATING!"

"What is it now Satoru?"

Gojo then pointed to a perfectly cut jack o'lantern. "IT'S NOT FAIR! EVERYONE ELSE IS USING THEIR HANDS AND SUKUNA IS USING CLEAVE!"

"I don't believe the contest ever specifically said no using cursed techniques brat!"

"Satoru..."

"HE RUINED MY PUMPKIN!"

Gojos pumpkin looked worse than Hanami's remains, all squashed with it's insides spilling out.

"Honestly, that idiot can't even hollow out a pumpkin yet he holds Hollow Purple?"

Yaga began to rub his temples. "Satoru, how many times have I told you-"

"SEND HIM TO PRINCIPAL YAGA'S OFFICE AND HAVE HIM EXPELLED!"

"THAT'S IT SATORU, YOU'RE OUT OF THE CONTEST!"

"WHAT!?"

"You heard me! Now go somewhere else before I decided to give you a months worth of detention!"

Sukuna and Uraume snickered as Gojo mumbled something under his breath and began to walk away.

"I told you that switching out his pumpkin for a rotten one would work."

"Yes, you are so smart, Master Sukuna!"

...

"Do you wanna make out?"

"Let us do it on that bastards bed!"

"And that Uraume is why you're my special!"

__________

"Who should we call?"

"Lets try your parents Itadori!"

"You know I'm fine with not knowing about them Kugisaki..."

Nobara then put her hand on the planchette. "Am I speaking with Itadori's mom?"

...

"Kugisaki..."

"Wait! Let me try it one more time! Hello, is this Itadori's father I'm speaking with?"

"It didn't move..."

"Thats weird! Maybe the line for ghosts is on hold or something?"

"Give me that you idiot! I'll show the two of you how fake this all is!

"Megumi then set up the ouija board and put his hand on the planchette. "Am I speaking with my worthless father!?"

His hand then moved over to yes.

"WHAT THE FUCK!"

"HOLY SHIT, IT ACTUALLY WORKS!"

"NO, NO, NO! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!"

...

"Let's burn it and never speak of this again!"

__________

"What should we do now?"

Suddenly they heard a loud noise.

"Let's go check it out!"

They ran down the corridor but nothing could have prepared them for the grisly sight. "GOJO SENSEI!? WHAT'S WRONG!?"

The strongest was now reduced to projectile vomiting like a toddler."

Sorry guys! Didn't meant to frighten you but I think I'm cursed."

In his hand was one of the human earthworm DVD's. Megumi and Nobara began to eye Yuji suspiciously.

"I found this movie in the trash and I was fine one minute and then the next thing I know, there's worm people attached from mouth to anus. Someone better call poor Ijichi since I'm not cleaning this up!"

Kugisaki then whispered to Itadori. "Were you going to actually make us watch this!?"

"Not that one! There's romance in these, I swear!"

Gojo puked into the garbage can and then wiped his mouth. "Sorry guys, I think I'm going to head to my room and get some rest. By the way, if you don't mention this to anyone, there's a nice big bag of candy with your names on it! Scratch that actually, it has Utahime's name on it but what she doesn't know won't hurt her."

...

"Really Itadori?"

"They were on sale..."

__________

"Either my sugar high is inducing hallucinations or I'm hearing something strange... Wait, why is it coming from my room!"

Gojo rushed down the hall only to find out that he couldn't enter. "How is my door locked? And why is there a sock on the doorknob?"

He then pressed his ear to the door.

"OH YES SUKUNA SAMA! GIVE ME THAT MALEVOLENT MEAT!"

"WHAT THE FUCK!? HOLLOW PURPLE!"

The door was now reduced to splinters, leaving Gojo's six eyes to see all the horror. "OH GOD! WHERE'S MY BLINDFOLD!?"

"Do you mind? I'm kind of in the middle of something important right now."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY ROOM SUKUNA!"

__________

"And today's winner of the contest is- Hey kid, what's your name again?"

"Uhhh..."

"Well Uhhh, congratulations, you've won first prize for your Frankenstien cosplay! Here's trophy!" Mahito began to sniffle.

"GOD DAMN IT!" Maki snapped her weapon, breaking it in two.

"Wow,.... I've never won at anything before!"

"You amaze me once again brother! Yet I must ask you, how did you make your costume?"

"What are you talking about? I keep telling you this is my skin!"

Gasps emerged from the crowd.

"I'm sorry to have to do this Uhhh but you're disqualified for not having a costume. I'm afraid I'm going to need to take this back..."

Mahito then ran away like a sulking child.

"Brother! Wait, come back!"

"Alright folks, sorry about that. We'll now be handing out first prize to the runner up!"

Maki and Mai finally stopped strangling each other. "It seems like we still have a chance at winning!"

"And first place now goes to Muta Kokichi for his stunning costuming of Eva unit-00!"

The twins looked at each other. "Do you know who that is?"

"No, can't say it sounds familiar..."

Just then a giant robot parked itself next to the stadium. The hatch opened and out came a sickly boy being pushed in a wheelchair.

"WAIT, WHY IS MECHAMARU HERE!?"

The crowd then broke out into cheers. "He's so brave!"

"Thank you all but I cannot accept this award."

"Thank God!"

"Because I'm giving it to my wonderful Miwa!"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!?"

__________

"What's taking Mahito so long?"

Jogo smoked his pipe while he talked to Geto/AKA/Kenjaku. "I'm not sure. Maybe it would be best if one you checked up on him."

The curse grunted. "Can't you see I'm in the middle of babysitting Dagon?"

"What about Hanami then? Oh wait, that didn't go so well the last time did it?"

The man got up and stretched. "I suppose I'll be on my way then."

Kenjaku then exited through the door. It was time to put the moves on Hanami.

".ogoJ uoy ees ot ecin s'tI"

"What are you saying? Look, nevermind. I picked these flowers for you..."

".ogoJ"

"It is said that humans believe certain flowers hold different meanings-"

"!ogoJ"

"And roses are said to symbolize-"

"!OGOJ"

"WHAT!?"

Hanami then communicated telepathically. "Dagon is drowning..."

"This isn't about him- Wait, how is he drowning!?"

"Where's that damn monk kid when you need them!?" Jogo then set the temperature so high that the water evaporated into steam. He then went to check on said curse. Dagon was now flapping like a fish.

"He's alright, just a little bit crispy."

Hanami then used their powers to restore the water and gently placed Dagon back in.

"Did you really think that destroying the homes of rose bushes would make me happy?"

"... I can always plant some more."

"You better!" __________

Gojo was now forcing poor Ijichi to clean his room, top to bottom. "And it better be spotless when I get back! I don't want to see a trace of curse "residue" if you know what I mean!"

He then lit a match and set his bed on fire. "By the way, I need a new bed."

Gojo then walked off while Ijichi began to cry. "I don't get paid enough for this job! Nanami was right. Jujutsu sorcerers really are shit!"

__________

Kenjaku was now inside the school. He walked around until he heard whimpering coming from the forest. "Ah, there you are Mahito!"

The curse was now trembling. "G-go-gor-"

"What exactly are you trying to tell me?"

"GO-GORILLA!"

Kenjaku turned around only to be faced by Todo. "There you are brother! I didn't know you were with Geto. If you don't mind sir, I'm going to take this one into the infirmary. Little bro doesn't seem to be feeling too well after losing the costume contest."

Kenny raised an eyebrow at Mahito. "Thank you but I'll take it from here. I know enough about the body to treat symptoms."

"That's wonderful! But when did you start learning? I wasn't aware that you could use reverse cursed technique?"

"... Shoko... I've been stopping by the lab every now and then..."

The teeth in Kenjaku's brain were grinding. 'Please buy it!'

"Well it seems you have everything handled here so I will leave it to you!"

They both waited until Todo was out of sight. "I want a good explanation and I want it now!" __________

"What are you doing Master Sukuna?"

"Just trying to see if a certain little spell works. I've heard that humans can summon the dead from a mirror. This should be quite the entertaining night."

"What are we doing in the boys bathroom my lord?"

"Would you turn off the lights for me? Thanks. Now follow after me and repeat this name three times! Fushiguro Toji, Fushigro Toji, Fushiguro Toji!"

"... What the hell?"

"Good evening, Mr. Fushiguro! My associate and I are interested in causing some mayhem and would like to know if you'd like to assist us!"

"Where's Gojo?"

"I don't see why that matter-"

"WHERE IS THAT ASSHOLE!"

"Well it seems like we've made a new friend Uraume! Right now you are inside Jujutsu Tech and Gojo Satoru is somewhere here on campus!"

"I need to egg that punks place for ruining my house on Halloween! Do you have any idea how annoying it is to try and remove all that toilet paper!? I don't have time for that! I've got children to neglect and teenagers to kill for money!"

"I'm afraid we already trashed his room earlier but there's still time to squeeze in some petty revenge!"

"Well, thanks for your help. I'll put in the good word with Gege and see if he can set you up some place nice in the next life. Now if you don't mind me, I'm off to go kill that Gojo brat!"

"What have you done master?"

"What we've done Uraume, what WE'VE done!" __________

"And I don't want anyone seeing you escape! You've already caused enough of a mess. Now get out of my sight!"

"Suguru, is that you!?"

Kenjaku nervously turned his head around. "...Satoru?"

"There you are! Hey what happened to your forehead?"

"...It's part of my costume."

"I thought that you were going as a sexy nurse this year?"

"...I suppose I can be both..."

"Well I got my matching patient outfit so that works for me! Now let's go get ready for tonight!"

Kenjaku sighed. 'Why me!?" __________

"Everyone got their costumes?"

"Itadori, we're too young to go trick or treating! Besides, I don't even have a costume."

"Well it's a good thing that I brought you one just in case!" Yuji then threw the costume to Megumi.

"Why do you have an outfit of Gojo?"

"Oops, wrong one. That's meant for Okkotsu! Here's yours!"

Megumi then looked at the contents of the bag. "No. I refuse!"

"But you promised to spend Halloween with us!"

"Fine... Anyway what are you supposed to be Kugisaki?"

"A pirate!"

"You can't just wear an eye patch and say that's your costume!"

"Yes I can! I'm broke and from the countryside, I'm not rich like you!"

"Doesn't Gojo sensei give us spending money?"

"I'm not changing my costume! Besides, it's too late!"

"She makes a point Fushiguro."

"Whatever. And just what are you supposed to be?"

"What does it look like?"

"You look like a samurai cosplayer that got lost from the convention so I'm going to say Oda Nobunaga."

"Do you even know who that is Kugisaki?"

"Of course I do Fushiguro! Isn't he the head of Nintendo?"

"How did you pass history class? Anyway what are you supposed to be Itadori?"

"Kurosaki Ichigo from Bleach..."

"Why are you dressing up as a chemical product?"

"You're hopeless Kugisaki..." __________

"Hello Nurse!"

'I can't wait to kill this idiot!'

"Thanks Satoru. But it seems a bit too small, don't you think?"

"Hey, you're the one that ordered the costume, not me. I can't help it if you gained a few more pounds from swallowing curses!"

"Right..."

"Anyway let's go trick or treating!"

"Excuse me!?"

"You heard me! Besides, I need to stock up on candy!"

"Don't you have enough...?"

"Yeah well I threw it all up earlier!"

"Wait, what-"

"Let's hurry before all the good houses are empty!" __________

"Trick-or-Trea- Wait, is that Nanami sensei?"

"Nice to see you all. I trust that you're not getting into trouble tonight? We don't want another event like Shibuya..."

"You're not our mom Nanami! And why do you look like a burn victim?"

"That's rude Kugisaki..."

"It's my costume..."

"No offense, but you don't seem like the kind of person that enjoys Halloween..."

"You're right, I don't. But my friend insisted on it..."

"Are there trick or treaters- ... Aren't you guys a bit old to be doing this...?"

"I told you Itadori!"

"Hey! Why is Phoenix Wright screwing us over!?"

"My name is Higuruma Hiromi young lady and I happen to be a lawyer!"

"Nanami sensei, why are you guys even celebrating tonight?"

"We aren't."

"Huh?"

"We're doing our taxes together."

"What a bunch of losers!"

"Excuse me young lady but I didn't catch your name?"

"It's Kugisaki Nobara and you better remember it!"

"Kugisaki!"

"Now, now boys, it seems I've forgotten to hand out your gifts. Here."

"Wow! These are the good chocolate bars Fushiguro!"

"And as for you Kugisaki, please take this."

Nobara eyed the packaged and then took it. "What ever."

"Have a happy Halloween kids!"

...

"You didn't give her candy, did you?"

"If you don't mind me, I'm going to go have a nice soak in the tub with my clothes on!" __________

A poor old woman was alerted to loud knocking outside her door.

"Yes...?"

It was dark and her vision wasn't what it used to be but she somehow managed to turn the porch light on.

"Trick-Or-Treat-"

"I'm so sorry boys but I'm afraid that I'm all out of candy-"

"LET ME FINISH! As I was saying, Trick-or-Treat, smell my feet, give me something good to eat!"

"I told you I'm all out of-"

"I'LL EGG YOUR HOUSE GRANNY! THEY DON'T CALL ME THE STRONGEST FOR NOTHING!"

"So sorry, my feeble old mind can't keep up sometimes. I just remembered where I keep my spare candy..."

"Hurry it up old lady, I've got other houses to hit up!"

"Here you go. Remember to savour every bite!"

"Yeah, yeah, thanks I guess?"

Geto/Nurse Kenny and Gojo then walked away from the property. "That women definitely put a razor blade in there..."

"What are you talking about Suguru- ACK! Good thing I had my infinity on..."

"Let's just try to avoid causing more trouble hmm?"

"I guess you're right- WAIT IS THAT A HOMELESS MAN! Stand in front of me so he doesn't rob me of my sweets!"

"You're being ridiculous Satoru!"

"Did you just say Satoru? As in 'Gojo Satoru'!?"

"HOW IS TOJI HERE!?"

"Ask Gege. Anyway it's time for revenge!"

"WAIT, WAIT, I CAN-"

Toji then took his worm out. "LOOK AT IT!"

"STOP! PLEASE, I BEG YOU!"

"No can do. You've been a bad influence on my son and I intended to raise him from now on!"

Gojo began to have flashbacks to the human earthworm and was now puking once again. He then began to levitate but instead of being enlightened, it just resembled that scene from the exorcist.

"You have no idea how greatful I am to you..."

Toji then began to stroll off. "Now, it's time to find my son. What was his name. Meg-, Mega, Megaman? No that's not right! Megamind? Oh well, it will come to me when I teach him how to properly gamble with Hakari!"

"Not so fast!"

"Hey Sukuna!"

"Kenjaku!? Actually, nevermind, I'm not even going to ask. I swear this guy does the grossest things!"

"The two of you know each other?"

"Unfortunately..."

"Being a woman can be more enjoyable than you'd think. For instance, did you know the clitoris-"

"What the fuck!?"

"Sorry about him. He's always been like that. Anyway you've proved your usefullnes to me but I no longer need you for my plan to advance."

"Plans?"

"If I tell you, you'll just get mad and is that really how you want to go out?"

"Hey, if I'm going back the afterlife I at least want to know what for!"

"I want your sons body."

"What the hell!?"

"Not in that kind of way. I'm faithfully commited to my chef."

"I guess that makes things a little easier..."

"Any last requests?"

"Teach my boy how to gamble and go into thousands of dollars in debt."

"Tempting but no. He'll get to learn the best poems and become the top Floriculturists in Japan!"

"...You son of a bitch!"

"Mahoraga will also fill in to be his step father. Uraume, you may kill him now."

"As you wish Master!"

"At least don't turn me into an apple-"

"Impressive. You pierced right through his brainstem."

"Let us find the Fushiguro child." __________

"I think we should split up for a bit to get more candy!"

"Let's meet back here in half an hour."

Megumi was now alone and began to walk down the street. Eventually the houses were starting to disappear and the street lights were far and too few. "I guess I better summon Divine dog Totality... Here boy! Who's a good dog? You are!"

"Woof!"

"No one can no about this! Anyway I need you to help me find houses with candy... Honestly, I wish I never agreed to this stupid event!" Yuji had ordered a costume of Aki from Chainsaw Man but the order got messed up and he ended up with some girls little red riding hood outfit. He was going to destroy all the photos that Kugisaki took.

"I see a cabin up there! Let's just get this over with so I can go home!" Megumi then knocked on the door.

"Good evening... May I help you...?" The stranger looked like an androgynous albino wearing a kimono.

'And I thought my costume was weird...'

"I'm looking for some candy. It's a long story but my question is do you have any?"

"Why of course! Please, won't you come in?"

"...Don't I know you from somewhere?"

"Do you want the candy or not!"

"Alright, fine."

...

"Here you are. My world famous finger sandwiches!"

"I thought you said you had candy? Actually, whatever, I'm desperate to go back with something. Thanks."

Megumi tried to grab some but Uraume snatched the plate away. "Please, you must try some! They are to die for!"

"To be honest, you're creeping me out, but if I eat one of these will you let me leave?"

"Yes."

"Alright then." Megumi then fell unconscious and slammed into the table.

"That was... easier than expected..."

"I know right? What does that idiot Gojo bother to teach them anyway? Wait, what is this kid wearing?"

Uraume then checked the tag. "I believe it is a little red riding hood my lord."

"The things that pass for fashion these days. Uraume, bring me my women's kimono."

"Yes Master!" __________

"I can't believe it!"

"What's wrong Kugisaki?"

"You remember that jackass we ran into earlier? It turns out that what he gave me was a referral card for a therapy session!"

"Honestly, you kind of deserved it..."

"Well, what'd you get?"

"I ran into this guy that looked like he was a Jojo character or something? He gave me free coupons for some reason. Here, have one."

"Why are these blank?"

"Huh?"

"Oh, your back Fushiguro."

"Hey, what happened to your costume? And why do you look like Sukuna?"

"...I thought if I mimicked his appearance then it would spite him..."

"I guess that makes sense. Hey, did you bring any candy?"

"Oh no, I uh forgot..."

"Too bad- Huh, what happened here?"

There was some vomit on the ground but other than that there was two giant bags full of candy.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"

"We can't just steal Kugisaki!"

"Who the hell is gonna call on us?"

"The ghostbusters?"

"Itadori, you just look away and you don't have to be involved while I haul all the goodies back."

"Alright..."

"Disgusting! Why can't the two of you be normal!?" __________

"Ow, where am I?"

"You're in the infirmary."

"Shoko... What's going on? Where's Suguru?"

"Oh, you mean this guy?"

Sitting next to her was Kenjaku tied up with duct tape over his mouth.

"Mmm, I want my nurse to treat me!"

"That's not Suguru..."

"What are you talking about?"

"We found this guy trying to haul your corpse into the river. Frankly, we don't even know who he is. Geto Suguru has been dead for years!"

"If that's not my pookie then who is it!"

"Let's find out, shall we?" Shoko then began to remove the stiches and unscrew the top base of the head off.

"KENJAKU!?"

"And I would have gotten away with it if it wasn't for your meddlesome friends!"

"Well that takes care of everything-"

"Wait! Where the hell is my candy!?"

"We didn't find any candy at the crime scene..."

"WHERE IS IT!?"

"Try to calm down-"

"I CAN'T! DON'T YOU REALIZE HOW BADLY I NEED THIS!? I ONLY GET THREE HOURS OF SLEEP!"

"You're going to give yourself diabetes!"

"DON'T CARE! I"LL JUST USE REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE!"

"GOJO, COME BACK!" __________

"GUYS, WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY! WE NEED TO FIND MY CAN-"

Gojo was greeted to the sight of Yuji and Nobara chowing down on sweets like it was their last meal.

"YOU TRAITORS!"

"Look, we can explain-"

"I need the three of you to step away from the food!"

"Megumi? Why are you acting like this? You were always such a sweet boy like your adoptive father!"

"I'm not Fushiguro you fool! Haven't you noticed the four eyes or the tattoos!?"

"To be honest, I thought it was just part of his costume sensei..."

"Me too-"

"Enough! Now back away from treats!"

"What could a curse like you possibly want with my sweets!"

"I was an unwanted child. I was starving so I resorted to eating my brother in the womb! I need all the nourishment I can get! Besides, Halloween is the one day of the year where you can't be judged for having for eyes, four arms and two tounges!"

"Womp, womp!"

"YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME LIKE A MAN!?"

"Here's a better idea! I'm going to eat my candy and watch you cry like a baby!"

"We'll see about that!" Sukuna then incarnated into his true form.

"More hands means more candy!" He then used his stomach tongue to scoop up a large portion of food.

"That's cheating- WHY AM I GETTING SO MANY RAZOR BLADES!?"

"If you don't want them then it just means more iron for me!" __________

"Ugh, my stomach hurts Shoko..."

"Serves you right!"

"At least I'm fine-" Sukuna's stomach then puked all over his lower half.

"Haha- Ow!"

"Sit still would you?"

...

"Here are your results. You both need major dental work."

"WHAT!?"

"Let me finish would you? Sukuna's teeth are in bad shape due to there being no toothpaste in the Heian era."

"What the hell is a toothpaste?"

"And you Gojo, have so many cavities that it looks like you'll need dentures!"

"BUT I'VE BEEN USING REVERSE CURSED TECHNIQUE!?"

"Yes well that still isn't a substitute for brushing your teeth twice a day!"

"TWICE!?"

"In your case I would say ten times a day..."

"Looks like my teeth were the strongest after all-" Just then every tooth but one in the front fell out of Sukuna's mouth.

"Holy shit, it's Thukuna!"

"ARE YOU THUCKING KIDDING ME!?"

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Ink and Magic - The Beautiful Oppressor

Author Notes: Part 5 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 5: Beautiful Oppressor!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore: You're Here!] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: to be released!]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Pomefiore overblot.

Word count: 2045

The glossy ink slowly slid across the ground, reflecting the toxic green fog that Vil had created and making for a truly gruesome pairing that promised pain should one linger here too long.

But then, in the middle of all that hideousness, stood Vil. Crowned with a halo of gold feathers, from which hung a black veil, and dressed in dark robes that faded from a brilliant purple that spoke of royalty to a dark black, dotted with golden stars.

The cloth draped around him in a way that, despite its tattered seams, spoke of the very elegance that Vil always carried and held himself with.

Over the young man loomed the blot monster that reminded me of an old hag. The monster let out a raspy, howling scream as Deuce’s signature spell slammed into it, obliterating it almost immediately in a shower of black ink that rained over the stage in dark cloud.

Deuce stumbled, letting out a grin as he saw the poisonous fog begin to dissipate before he froze, staring at the end of Vil’s overblot.

The young man, who up until now had stood tall, snuck to his knees. Rich cloth puddling around him as he trembled, staring at his gloved hands that were tipped with golden claws that slowly began to fade from existence, “I will be…”

He looked up as the violet flame that had been over his left eye vanished and his amethyst gaze found my wide-eyed, heartbroken stare, “The fairest….”

His eyelids began to flutter, threatening close as he wavered, swaying and catching himself with wobbly arms that would not and could not support the weight of his weary form for long.

I scrambled to my feet, skidding slightly as I took off from a crouch, and desperately rushed towards Vil as he breathed out his final words, his eyes flickering shut in a way that somehow only made me more desperate to reach him as I raced past Deuce and barely caught Vil’s final whisper, “Of them all…”

Rook shouted my name, his voice raw with fearful concern, and I could hear Epel shouting angrily at Jamil to let him go so that he could stop me as my knees hit the ground hard.

I almost hissed at the stinging sensation of the cracked wood splintering against my knees and legs, but I still wrapped my arms around Vil’s slumped form. Catching him before he fell completely against what remained of the once grand stage.

Gone were the decadent clothes that had revealed his status as overblotted. He had returned to the Pomefiore housewarden, who’d been staying at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the NRC Tribe for the past few weeks and who’d been striving this entire time to be his very best until he broke at the last second.

Exhaustion swept over me in a wave as I grasped his limp form, and I swayed as I strained to stay awake before I exhaled, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue that washed over me as I fell sideways against the stage. Still holding Vil tightly in my arms as the world went dark.

But the world did not remain dark long before I was greeted with an image. The first of many as I now knew.

This first scene that greeted me was that of an unfamiliar living room through which a young Vil ran, hurrying over to an adult man and holding up a paper excitedly as he spoke.

“Dad, listen to this! I passed the audition! I’m going to be in a musical school drama!”

The child’s eyes were bright, glistening in a way that reminded me of jewels as he was congratulated. But then his face fell once his father asked what role he’d gotten.

The star’s rival. Another mean villain, as he put it.

Almost immediately, I recalled the phone call Vil had gotten that day at Ramshackle dorm and how frustrated he’d seemed at being offered the role of a villain.

It seemed that his plight of being typecast was nothing new. Though I couldn’t understand why he was always typecast as a villain.

The child before me was the perfect picture of a young prince, so full of life and possibility, just like how Vil as I knew him looked like a flawless male lead, ready to sweep a princess off her feet the very instant she needed him.

I watched in silence as Vil’s father comforted his son, a smile on the man’s face as he rubbed his son’s head.

“Sometimes productions are more selective about their villain casting than their hero casting. You should be proud.”

A smile appeared on the child-version of Vil’s face as he nodded just as the image faded out.

“But...villains never stay on stage for the whole play. Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. What I want is to stay on the stage longer than anyone else.”

I tensed as Vil’s familiar voice came from somewhere beside me even though, just as with the others, I could not see him in the darkness that surrounded us.

I could listen to him, though.

So that was what I did. I listened to Vil’s narration and watched the memories that slowly told me the story of Vil’s life. His rise to fame and how he was always entrapped by the role of the villain.

What initially seemed like something unfortunate began to worsen as others began to judge him for his roles.

“Hey, look! That’s the guy who was bullying the hero on the TV show last night!”

“How can anyone be so mean? He must be pretty messed up.”

I frowned as the scene played out right in front of me but left me unable to step in and help the child I knew would become a powerful young mage.

I felt myself smile, almost smugly, when a young Jack stepped in to ward off the bullies. Even if Vil told him it wasn’t necessary, I knew it was the beginning of a friendship between these two.

But I couldn’t help but wonder how often such things had been said about Vil?

It wasn’t hard to figure out how many children perceived him solely based on his acting roles.

He always played the villain, so he must be horrible, right? It was obvious that was what they thought. Especially since I’d heard more mature versions of the exact same thought at NRC, though I had never realized exactly how harmful they could be. Not until now. But as I watched Vil’s life continue to play out in front of me like a tragedy from the theater, it got steadily worse.

Any praise that Vil received was always met with someone else who had something else to say and took that praise and muddied it.

And it only became worse as Neige came onto the scene, giving the people someone to compare Vil to.

“Neige is just incredible. That friendly charm and wholesome vibe comes naturally to him.”

“Vil is pretty impressive as the villain, himself. He carries himself with real dignity. You’d never guess he was only twelve years old. He’s gonna be the hero one of these days.”

“The thing about Vil is, he’s TOO perfect. His beauty is otherworldly. Vil is too special to play the part of a regular teen that viewers can relate to. Without that relatability, I don’t think he’ll ever pull off playing a hero.”

Too perfect. Too special. Unrelatable. I couldn’t help but frown at the way the people described him.

It was bad enough that they had literally just said he could never have the lead role, no matter how talented he was. But special… I’d never realized what a condemning word it could be until I’d come to this school and become ‘special’ myself.

Special meant you weren’t like others, and it meant others would always look at you differently. Special meant that no matter how many people you befriended, you’d always stand slightly apart in a lonely beam of a spotlight reserved for those deemed ‘special.’

And unrelatable? That was just cruel. Saying people couldn’t relate to him was all but saying he wouldn’t ever find someone he could truly be friends with. They might as well have said that no one would ever understand him, so no one would ever side with him. And if no one sides with you… Well, of course you’re the villain. Because for better or worse, the majority usually wins, and the winner is always the hero because that is how history will portray it.

I grimaced as the world went black around me, leaving me with just Vil’s now frustrated voice that cracked with emotion that he normally kept controlled.

“Why? Why is it never me?! All I want is to stay on the stage until the end of the show.”

To stay on stage until the end of the show…. To be the hero that people love and relate to…

To not be singled out as special and put in a special slot. To not bear the weight of being ‘special’ amongst others your age.

I opened my eyes to find that I’d curled almost protectively around Vil, cradling him to me just as I had the others when no one interfered.

“Y/n?” Epel’s voice wavered just from behind me, and I slowly relaxed my hold on Vil without fully releasing him as I attempted to roll over, only to be held in place by the actor who clung to me. But even then, I could see the others.

Our friends were all around us, kneeling with expressions of shared concern. Proof that even despite what others had said, Vil had worked hard and found friends who didn’t deem him as just ‘special.’

Ace sighed, shaking his head slightly, “We already explained it all to Rook and Epel, but…. You did it again, didn't you?”

I nodded, still feeling worn out, as I swallowed thickly and pasted a tired smile onto my face that had Ace shaking his head at me. His expression one of fond exasperation.

“How are you feeling? Is the poison still affecting you?” Jamil’s voice came from just above my head.

I tilted my head in an attempt to look at him, eliciting a chuckle from the young man whose hand reached out and pressed against my head, gently stopping me as he spoke, “Don’t bother; just wait until Vil wakes up. You know you won’t be able to move until then.”

About that time, I saw Rook from my peripheral lean down, the worry on his face clear as he quietly spoke to Vil’s sleeping form, “Vil… Oh, fair Vil. Please wake up.”

There was a quiet groan, and Vil’s grasp on me tightened ever so slightly as he pressed himself closer to me before he at last relaxed and opened his eyes, looking at me with a gaze that was still hazy from everything that had just happened.

He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly clearing, before looking around in confusion as he slowly released me with a frown on his face, “How am I…?”

He didn’t get to finish the question as both Rook and Kalim launched themselves at him, landing on either side of us so that they could tightly embrace the young man.

I smiled at their exuberance, which at first seemed to confuse Vil before his memories slowly came trickling back in and he looked towards me.

I gazed back at him as his eyes widened with realization, “You….. Did you…?”

I hesitantly nodded, rubbing my arm slightly and letting Jamil step in with an explanation as Deuce wrapped an arm around me to help me to my feet, “Yes, they saw your memories and heard your thoughts. They’ve done that with every single person who has overblotted, including myself.”

Jamil paused, looking my way before frowning, and continuing, “We don’t know why or how they do it, but….”

He trailed off and I shrugged, “Let’s talk about it later….” I glanced around the ruined stage I’d been stretched out on this entire time and frowned, “We’ve got bigger issues anyway.”

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yaut-jaknowit · 1 year ago

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Probably lane, but the origin story of Uihoys blue feather? Uihoy boring Vic’tao with stories meant to teach him a lesson about his temper and impatience. I wonder what Uihoy was like in his younger days!!

An Elder and His War Stories

Pairings: Uihoy (Male Yautja) x Vic'tao (Male Yautja)

Word Count: 1559

Summary: Uihoy recounts the time he acquired the blue feather he usual sports. This shows he's not always the confident, sure footed male he would like everyone to think he is.

Author Note: Definity not lame! I promise you. Question's like these make me think, force me to worldbuilding and I love it. I have an app called Campfire that helps me keep everything in line.

Masterlist

Ao3

Uihoy isn’t the mighty, always sure footed Yautja you all know about. The male has had his fair share of falls and accidents.

How else do you think he lost a finger and a half on his right hand? Not from a hunt. At least not in the way you are all thinking.

As his feather, that’s a fun story to dive into. It’s a recent feather he acquired too. On a solo hunt without either of his mates.

Perched in the high trees of Yautja Prime, Uihoy had returned to his home planet. It was a once in a blue moon situation for him to step upon these grounds again. Not like he left on bad terms. But, his home was with his mates. He held no emotional connection here anymore. Any of his brothers and sisters are spread among the planet and stars. None of them were close to each other. Nothing to kept him tethered here.

The reason the purple Yautja found himself here was for a hunt. Food was low in stock on the ship. For some reason, he was craving Boor that could only be found in three rivers close to his home village.

This leads him back to where he once grew up over seven hundred years ago. Usual for a Yautja to live to that age, even more so. Anything beyond a thousand is where things become unlikely. This is a species of hunters. Death is always high. Which, Uihoy shrugged about. Many of his siblings are gone, living with Cetanu in his hunting grounds. Even both of his parents are gone. Sire perishing to a hunt some hundred years ago. Dam losing her life to childbirth.

At this point, he had found himself perched high in the tallest tree in the area, enjoying the calm jungle. A biome designed, evolved not to let the weak survive.

His eyes fell close while he opened his other senses. The scent of everything that filled the area with life filled his lungs. Uihoy let his upper mandibles pull up, tongue flicking out between lethal teeth.

Nostalgia struck him in the gut.

All the memories of him learning how not to die first before learning the ways of a hunter. They flashed behind his closed eyelids, a reminder of his younger, dumb self. He’s had to master more than usual. It was something he was born filled with. Not like a few of siblings and those of the same year as him.

But in that tree, close to home, was an abode of something else.

A screeching cry jolted him from his thoughts. His eyes snapped open just in time to see a Iot-oci dive bombing him. The size of the bird was terrifying to say in the least. Being around seven and half feet tall himself, it was about little taller than his waist.

Before he knew it, his hand slipped from the slimmed trunk. Uihoy had no time to react. The Iot-oci was coming straight at him, bright colors and all. A male. It flared its wings right before it struck him with short talons to his chest.

Uihoy fell back with a yelp at the sudden shift of weight. His hands freely clawed through the air but found nothing to latch onto. The Iot-oci soared over him and took up into the sky. Probably to make the job was done.

Air rushed past him for a short moment until his back hit a thin branch. Said stick bent under his weight and didn’t catch him. Uihoy fell again. His body weight was shifted so he could twist around and face the incoming ground. One of his- “you fell?” Vic’tao rumbled, voice monotone. His exterior body language read as lax, unconcerned after hearing of his mate’s fall.

A deadpanned look fell over Uihoy’s features, directed at the yellow Yautja standing across the counter from him. “Yes, I fell. Damned thing came out of nowhere,” Uihoy argued for his pride.

Vic’tao chuffed a laugh and tried to stifle it with only working partially. “I’ve heard their wing beats are loud. How could you miss such a sound?” the younger male teased his older mate. Vic’tao has never stepped foot on Yautja Prime in all his years. He only knows of Iot-oci from pictures and videos.

The latter scoffed and pushed off of the counter he once leaned on. His arms were held out at his sides. “I was having a nostalgic moment!” Uihoy defended himself then rest his elbows back on the counter again. “Now, as I was saying-“

He reached out, flailing about for a branch to snatched. A few unlucky swipes later, Uihoy was able to dig his claws into a thick branch. The jolt of weight nearly pulled his arm out of its socket but he snarled and held on. Another screeching cry met his ears. Mighty curses fell from his jaw. Uihoy scrambled back onto the new perch and whipped his head up.

Through the suns piercing rays, Uihoy spotted the blue form of the Iot-oci diving for him once more. Once a few seconds to spare, he leaped to the side, a branch down.

Higher pitched calls scrambled his brain for a moment. He looked to his left only to be greeted with the sight of a large nest filled with five newly hatched Iot-oci. Paya, fuck him sideways! He couldn’t catch a break while back in his own nest grounds.

First thing that came to his mind was to desolate the place as quickly as possible. The Iot-oci will do its damned hardest to slaught Uihoy for being in the same tree as its offspring, let alone the same branch.

Claws tore at his back, knocking forward and back down to the ground. Uihoy cursed out as he slammed into a thicker branch towards the base of the tree. All of the air in his lungs was forcefully shoved, leaving him heaving for nitrogen. His nails dug into the bark two seconds too late. Once more, he fell his way back to the ground.

Face first, Uihoy slammed into the leaf covered jungle. A grunt surpassed his vocal cords. Desperately, he wanted nothing more than to lay there in defeat but the swooshing through the humid air prevented him the luxury. He rolled to the side and used the momentum to get to his feet and face the Iot-oci.

It had landed at the spot he once was and flared it large wings. Uihoy took a step back, it followed with two of its own to keep up. But he wasn’t going to kill it. It’s only protecting its nest from him. Not a worthy kill. It was against the honor code as well.

Carefully, he took mindful steps backwards until he felt a safe enough distance away from the tree. The Iot-oci followed him all the way but he read the way it grew weary of the gap spanning between it and its nest.

This was what Uihoy was wanting.

The Iot-oci will turn away to protect it nest. Males were smaller than females. They were the protector of the nest while the dam left to retrieve food and mark their territory. With the dam nowhere near, the male took back to the skies and head back to its nest. Uihoy breathed a sigh of relief and checked himself over for injuries.

Nothing was broken, bones at least. His skin had been sliced by the short but deadly claws of the Iot-oci. Small enough he could forget about.

As the purple male turned to leave, a flash of blue caught his attention. He gazed at the spot the Iot-oci once stood to find it left behind a feather. A short hum sounded from his vocal cords. Uihoy leaned over and claimed the feather as his now. He tucked it away in his belt for later and begun his trek further in towards one of the rivers for Boor.

“And that’s how I got my blue feather,” Uihoy finished and gave a minute bow to the male before him.

Vic’tao still looked bored then sat up in his high stool chair. His hands came together in a slow slap, mockingly congratulating Uihoy for his story. “Such a wonderful story, old man.”

“Oh, hush, young blood. You know nothing of the dangers. You’re mothership bred compared to a home world bred. You lived life with little danger.” The words sounded harsh, but it was just playful jester between the two of them.

“When the elder can’t even defend himself from a Iot-oci because he was ‘distracted’.” Vic’tao used his fingers to create quotation marks around the last word. One of his upper mandibles was lifted as he stared at his mate across him.

Uihoy groaned and leaned back. The counter used as an anchor point so he doesn’t fall back. “I told you it was nostalgic! I was reminiscing my time in my youth.” He reached across the counter to tap at Uihoy’s hand. “You should remember the time before your bones creak like mine.”

This got a huff from Vic’tao. Said male stood up and walked around the counter to stand next to his mate. As the taller of the two, he wrapped his arms around Uihoy’s torso. Vic’tao nuzzled his head into Uihoy’s cheek. “Mine already do.”

#yautja #predator #yautja x you #yautja x reader #alien vs predator #yautja x human #predator x reader #predator x you #predator x human #x reader #vic'tao #uihoy x vic'tao #uihoy

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kismetmoon · 6 months ago

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I’d do anything for you, Mrs. Highness

[ID: a digital painting of two original stylised Flatland characters, named Atlas and Chief Jr.

Atlas is a stone grey isosceles triangle with a navy tail with a V-shaped end, navy limbs, one eye with a star-shaped pupil, a bushy black eyebrow, chipped top and bottom right corners, and scars on his left side and eye.

Chief Jr. is a light grey and dark purple circle with a crescent moon pattern on his body, dark purple limbs and a tail that ends in a C-shaped tip, a glossy eyelid and long beaded eyelashes. He is wearing a black crown.

Chief is walking in front of Atlas on a dirt path and looking over to the left, as if looking back at Atlas. He is posed mid-stride and both of his hands are held away from his body. His left hand is loosely pointing the index finger at nothing in particular, and his right hand is held out to catch a falling raindrop. Atlas is running towards Chief and holding out a black umbrella to cover him with. He is looking straight at Chief and has a slightly panicked expression.

The background is a dirt path cutting through a lush meadow. The sky is blue, but fades to white closer to the horizon. Some green hills are in the distance. There are some light raindrops falling from a cloud just out of view at the top right of the scene.

End ID].

detail close-ups / small symbolism explanation / silly thing under the cut

[ID: four close-up shots of the above image. The first shows Atlas’s arm. The second shows Chief’s leg and arm. The third shows the umbrella. The fourth shows the grass and shadows. End ID].

Obviously the biggest and most prominent aspect of this is Atlas doing his best to shield Chief from the rain with the single umbrella as quickly as he can, at the expense of being soaked himself. He sees Chief’s comfort as being far more important than his own, so he’ll be the one to provide that comfort to him. He could choose to cover both of them with the umbrella, but he prioritises getting Chief completely covered first (or even just partially covering both of them).

Another thing being their placements; Atlas is farther away, and thus seems smaller than Chief. Something something smaller = less important, despite the fact that Atlas is physically much larger than Chief when stood side-by-side.

The grass near Atlas is yellower than that near Chief. Chief is surrounded by dark green grass. In essence, the grass is in poorer condition near Atlas, while it is healthier near Chief to symbolise the different paths in life they’ve led thus far.

also some potential endings especially for my two pathetic little guys <3 romantic walk through the meadow ruined by natural causes

[ID: two digital monochrome doodles of Atlas and Chief Jr. on grey backgrounds.

In the first image, Atlas is holding onto the umbrella, that has turned inside-out due to strong wind, while being dragged along and scrapping his heels on the ground. His eye is closed and he has a strained expression. Chief is stood in the back with an unimpressed look.

In the second image, they are stood together with Atlas holding the umbrella over Chief. They are both looking at one another and blushing, with Chief’s tail wrapped around Atlas’s. The rain is hitting off the umbrella and Atlas. Under this illustration is a smaller one, showing Atlas and Chief in the same poses but with their tails separated and their umbrella obliterated after being struck by lighting.

End ID].

#long post #TOXIC SHAPE YAOI !!#practiced both perspective AND backgrounds for this one ARGGHHHHHH #two birds with one stone ig #struggling for a title for this one lads so to the Atlas playlist i went #this took way too long it was done over the course of like. 3 days #or maybe it was 5 days #i don’t remember #anyways it took a long time. the longest i’ve ever spent on a piece i think #flatland #oc #atlas huntsworth #chief jr.#tw scopophobia #📎#i’ve literally drawn these two together like three times max.#despite saying that they are almost never seen without each other. fixing that rn

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theflowerrooms · 2 years ago

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His Game • Ch. 4 • return to ch. 3 • Spencer’s masterlist

Purple Stars

Dark!Spencer Reid x Reader • a kidnapping fic

Chapter Warnings: Kidnapping, Abusive behaviour, possessive and manipulative behaviour, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of assault, mentions of murder

Chapter Summary: a daunting bruise, a lonesome week, a movie, and a kiss.

wordcount: 3.5k

Your shoulders were cold, white blankets shrugged halfway off your body during your rest, you inched toward the warmth next to you, leaning back into it until the heat source wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you back slightly. With a jolt, you sat up, staring at Spencer next to you as his arm fell limp from your body and he pushed his face further into the pillows, hair flopping over his face.

He was still wearing the clothes he returned in, fitted pants and a pale blue button up, it wasn't tucked in all the way and the top few buttons undone, tie thrown carelessly on the floor next to your shoes. You took notice of the fact that he slept above the covers rather than under them, with you, and something in you lightened at the respect of boundaries you weren't sure you could place.

Then, you took notice of the fact that you were entirely naked, cold body littered in goosebumps. You were suddenly terribly grateful for Spencer sleeping above the covers with his work clothes on. You thanked him mentally but wouldn't thank him more.

You scooted off the bed, hissing quietly when the floor touched your feet. It was always colder in the mornings, or at least what felt like morning. You put on the slippers placed at the side of the bed you slept on most and stood clumsily. And grabbed a big gray t-shirt and blue pyjama shorts, hiding yourself in the slightly oversized clothes before you made your way across the room.

Quickly, your eyes found the desk in the corner of the room, found Spencer's belt, Spencer's gun. Your nose ached at the sight of it. You looked at Spencer. You looked back at the gun. No.

The bathroom door shut behind you louder than you wanted it to. You didn't want to wake Spencer up. A deep breath, pressing the back of your head to the door and listening carefully, no movement as far as you could tell.

It took a surprising amount of energy to move off the door and to the sink, your head kind of hurt, and from the puffy eyes above a giant dark purple welt on your face, you knew why. You brushed your teeth, you didn't feel like it, the taste of the toothpaste made you gag for reasons you didn't understand but didn't care enough to reflect on. You spat the toothpaste into the sink and left the faucet running to dip your head under and rinse out your mouth. The water was refreshing, clean, filtered.

You stood straight and stared yourself in the face. You didn't recognize yourself. Your eyes were swollen from a night of crying before you slept. Then there was the dark, daunting bruise that spanned from the arch of your left cheek to the bridge of your nose. The mark didn't look the way you expected it too, it was much larger and deeper than any contact wounds you'd seen inflicted by guns. You assumed that the lack of proper eating or any sunlight was responsible for your weak skin and body.

You sat on the counter, facing the mirror and looked at it closer. Bright swirls of purple, pink, and black right under your eye, the skin there a rougher texture than the rest from the physical trauma. The soft freckles that lived on your skin were differently coloured, a dark purple outlined by pinkish veins. It looked like a painting, like a midnight sky filled with an array of constellations and stars.

You covered the bruise as well as you could with your hand and stared into your other eye. Bloodshot and irritated, red skin and fat eyelids. Eyelashes stuck together at the end corner of your eye. You couldn't allow yourself to romanticize anything about this. There wasn't an alluring constellation, no stars to gaze at. Just a painful wound inflicted on you by your kidnapper.

You had to remind yourself, you're a victim. Spencer made you a victim. A victim of kidnapping, of drugging, of physical assault. You were sure the list would grow longer, you'd hardly been here long, 2-4 days you estimated. You'd ask Spencer when you found your voice.

You got off the counter and used the bathroom, washing your hands. Your stomach growling startled you, you needed to eat. You opened the bathroom door and startled at the sight of Spencer standing at the other side, staring.

"It looks bad." His voice was weak, groggy with sleep and heavy with guilt. He cupped your face gently in his large hands and grazed his thumb over your bruised cheekbone. "Does it hurt bad? Need ice?"

It took everything in you not to flinch away from his touch, everything in you not to give in and let him hold you. "No. It- it doesn't." He knew you were lying. You'd never been that good at lying, and Spencer was experienced with reading the victims as well as unsubs.

His lips pressed to a line and his right hand stiffened against your skin, before he was digging his thumbprint into the tender injury that he put there. "No lying." He said. Suddenly you were yelping pathetically and throwing yourself into his chest to get away from his painful grip, to get the comfort you yearned for but didn't want to seek from him.

His hand that once worsened the pain on your face laced itself in your hair, shielding you from the rest of the world as you smelt the scents of his faded cologne, coffee, peppermint, and vanilla, his sweat, the faint smell of ink, and paper from being at work. "We'll get ice for your eye." He spoke quietly, emotions you couldn't read falling from his teeth and lips as he spoke.

He dragged you slowly out of the bathroom, out of the bedroom, to the main room and guided you to a love seat. "Spencer I need to eat." Your voice wavered, one hand coming up to cup your now-throbbing eye, the other hand meeting Milo as he jumped on the couch to sit with you.

"Ice first my Angel." He nodded, small cubes of ice in a ziplock bag, and then a soft white cloth wrapped around it to protect your delicate skin that he wasn't worried about harming last night. "Here baby." He pressed it against your wound, you winced and let out a sigh of satisfaction at the same time, moving your hand over his to hold the ice yourself. The pet names he called you didn't necessarily surprise you, what did surprise you was your reaction- or your lack of a reaction.

You sat with Milo, fingers threading through his soft fur as you listened to Spencer move around behind you. You felt detached from yourself and the world around you, and you didn't really want to look at Spencer because the sight of him grounded you, brought you back to the hollow uncertainty of your current reality.

You jolted back into forefront consciousness when he placed a plate of peeled tangerines in front of you. You'd never been the biggest fan of tangerines, but right now as you are these ones, you could swear it was the best thing you've eaten ever. Fresh and cool, filled with tons of vitamins and nutrients that your body felt entirely lacking of.

"How did you-" Spencer's uncertain voice spilled out of his mouth before he was interrupted by a beeping in his pocket. He pulled his phone out, looked at it, then you. He swallowed. "I have to leave. I'll be back soon my angel." The BAU, stealing him from you or saving you from him. You weren't sure. You hadn't been sure of anything for the past nights you've been in this cozy, unwilling isolation.

He grabbed his gun, belt and shoes from the other room and you watched him leave quick, without a proper goodbye. You weren't sure how you felt about that.

Three days. It felt like three days, you'd fallen asleep and woken up three separate times. You'd. taken four showers. Prepared yourself five meals with ingredients Spencer thankfully provided in the small kitchen. The third time you slept, it was on the love seat, eyes boring into the door, silently, embarrassingly, regretfully awaiting Spencer's return until you gave into exhaustion.

You'd nearly died of boredom. You'd read so many books, you didn't mind too much in all actuality. You enjoyed reading but you got tired of it after what felt to be the second day. That's when you found a black ball point pen and started drawing over pages you'd already consumed with your eyes and mind. You'd draw stars, constellations and planets, galaxies inspired by your ugly purple eye.

And now, you drew yellow daffodils and green moss, what would've been yellow and green if you'd been provided that shade- flowers inspired by the ugly green and yellow hues surrounding the still tender, but healing skin of your nose, eye and cheek.

You sat on the floor at the coffee table. Scrambling to your feet when you heard Spencer return. You reminded yourself of how a pet would rush to the door when it's owner would return home. You didn't dwell on that too much when you were distracted with the overwhelming relief of Spencer opening the door and stepping through, making sure it locked behind him.

He only looked at you for a moment before you you were striding over to him, arms wrapped around his waist and face pushed into his chest. He was more than happy to bring his arms around you, stroking your back with one hand and cradling the crown of your head with the other.

"Let me get a look at you Angel." He gently guided your head away from his chest and grazed his thumb over your discoloured skin, you flinched just slightly but he didn't seem to take offence. "It looks much better." He was pleased, proud, and your heart ached.

"It doesn't hurt much anymore either." You smiled timidly, one hand of your sliding under his palm on the side of your face to tap lightly on the bruise, proof.

He smiled at that, and that smile was enough to flood you with serotonin and suddenly you were happy? You weren't even sure, you just knew you didn't feel awful.

He glanced at the kitchen and then back at you. "Are you hungry?" He asked and you shook your head. He raised his eyebrows, appeared to not believe you and suddenly you were scared he wouldn't, scared of the repercussions that would follow if he deemed you untruthful again.

You pressed yourself closer to him, would he still hit you if you were being sweet to him? "I- I ate already, made food and ate it, 'm not hungry Spence." You assured him, refused to make eye contact, staring only at the fabric of his light purple button down.

"I believe you angel, relax, you haven't got to be scared here. You're safe here." He pet your hair softly and relief flooded you quicker than the fear had. So many emotions rushing in and out of you it made you dizzy. "There's no dishes?"

You nodded against him, polyester blend scraping kindly against your cheek. "Yeah- I cleaned them all up." You said and spared a look at him, he smiled down at you and you felt your breath falter.

"Really? Good job Angel, you're so good for me." He praised you and your cheeks burned. You were hanging onto every word. You giggled softly under your breath and leaned into him even more.

You were afraid of how happy it made you that he was back, afraid of how being in his arms made you feel like you were breathing fresh air after nearly drowning. You dreaded the time he would inevitably have to leave again.

You stepped back slightly, it wasn't fair to allow yourself solace in his arms. "You were gone for a very long time." You tilted your head and he tilted his in unison.

"Five days" he nodded. Five? "Miss me?" He asked and you nearly said yes. Instead you stayed quiet. "I missed you an awful amount, each day. Thank you for hugging me." You nodded as he spoke. You felt a guilty pride in knowing that he missed you. You looked up at him and he stared at your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked. It hit you like cold water, not that he wanted to kiss you, rather that he asked you first. You almost naturally wanted to say yes, but you couldn't possibly. You reminded yourself again, you're a victim, kidnapping, drugging, assault.

Now, with a twinge of fear of what would happen if you said no, you nodded your head. He clocked your apprehension immediately and he tsked. You braced yourself for whatever would happen next, another blow to your face, an unwanted kiss, you weren't sure.

Moving his body an inch away from yours and petting your arm softly wasn't what you'd expected. "I'm not kissing you, not now. If I ever ask you that question again- or something similar, you'll say yes because you want to. Not because you think you have to or should. Not because you're afraid. Do you understand?" He was sincere, you nodded.

Weight was lifted off of your shoulders and you nearly laughed at him. Consent was a funny thing to be respected by a homocidal kidnapper.

You became alert to a soft clinking on the ground next to you and you both looked down to see Milo pawing at the strap of Spencer's satchel. You hadn't noticed he had it with him, and you didn't have time to ask what was in it before Spencer was picking up and bringing it over to the coffee table to show you it's contents.

He first he pulled out a clock, it was simple, a gold framed tabletop clock, no alarm, it was pretty. You didn't care about those details though. You took the clock from him and sat down, staring at it in wonder. 7:12. It was 7:12. "Is it morning or evening?" You asked him and he answered.

7:12pm. 7:13pm now.

It was crazy how privileged you felt just to be able to see the time. You were so appreciative of Spencer for giving you the clock, he could've chosen not to, kept you disoriented and detached to the point that you relied on him even more. But he didn't, he gave you a clock for your sanity and well-being because that was more important to him than your dependence.

"Thank you so much." You whispered, eyes drilling into the clock still as you watched the second hand tick until the minute one did too. 7:14pm. You smiled and looked up at him, he smiled too. You held the clock to your stomach and brought your feet up onto the love seat, one arm wrapped around the object like a child would with a stuffed bear.

His hands reached into the bag again and he pulled out three dvds. Scream (1996), Scarface, and Carrie. Three movies he knew you loved and you felt your heart swell. "Movie night?" He asked, obviously you couldn’t read him completely, but he sounded slightly shy, afraid you’d say no.

“Absolutely, of course.” You got more comfortable on the love seat and he grinned so wide. You watched him walk into the bedroom for a few minutes before he came back out pushing a tv on a small wooden table with wheels, both in very good shape. You had no idea where that tv even came from, but you didn’t focus much on it.

You focused on Spencer as he plugged it in and set it up. On his hands as they moved and the soft muscles in his back and arms that shifted under his shirt. “What did you do? For the five days you were gone, I mean.” You asked.

He was quick to answer, honest as well. “Mostly they were looking for you, but then we went to Montana for a child abduction. We found him, he’s safe with his family.” You found yourself regretfully jealous of this child because he got to be with his family and you didn’t. But Spencer really wasn’t as bad as he could be.

You understood what it meant that they’d gone on another case. You were no longer the prioritized case. This was sad, but it also brought relief to you. Spencer was a genius, you didn’t want them to waste time looking for you when they could be saving other people, like that little boy today. You also knew that if you were the primary focus, and they got too close, Spencer would know faster than they did, and he’d interfere.

The sound of a phone ringing brought you out of your thoughts, you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion until you realized that the phone in question was Casey Becker’s, the Ghostface killer on the other line. The beginning of the movie Scream was on the television.

Spencer tossed a blanket from the bedroom at you and you smiled softly at him, a silent thank you. You listened to him make popcorn as you watched the one of the first victims of the movie make her popcorn too.

When Spencer returned to the space you sat in, you shifted the blanket, moving it over, a silent offer for him to sit next to you which he immediately took up, popcorn on the table, one arm over the back of the seat behind your head, the other moving the blanket over himself before he rested his free arm over your side.

You didn’t mind the closeness, you hated being alone those past days, you were happy he was back. You didn’t remind the physical reminder, especially when it was soft and sweet.

You’d forgot how much you loved this movie in the time you’d seen it, it was almost like a comfort movie to you. Over time you shifted back into Spencer, and he happily allowed you until your back was pressed comfortably against his ribcage. He’d rest his chin on the top of your head as you both watched the movie.

It felt terribly domestic, watching a movie you loved while you snuggled and ate popcorn, with your kidnapper. But you currently weren’t thinking of him as your kidnapper, mostly just thinking of him as nothing but Spencer. Who you would’ve said yes to the second he asked you out had he done it under normal circumstances.

You felt sleepy, not because you were tired, rather because you were so comfortable. Warm but not hot, encased in his touch that you welcomed. You felt sleepy because it was the most comfortable and relaxed you’d been since you’d gotten there.

You sat up a bit more as the credits rolled. You craned your neck slightly to look at Spencer and he was already looking at you. A soft dewy look in his eyes as he looked over your face, gaze falling to your lips. It didn’t scare you this time.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, softer than when he’d asked earlier. He leaned back, putting distance between you and him so you wouldn’t feel at all pressured.

You thought it over. You tried to. Your head was clouded with intimate bliss and affection he provided you, the warmth of him next to you and the credits of a movie you loved playing next to you both.

“Yes.” No hesitation, no uncertainty.

He brought his hand to your face, caressing your cheek before he cupped your jaw, angling your head toward his. He scanned over your face again, looking for any signs of regret, discomfort, fear. He found none whatsoever so he guided you toward himself and ever so gently pressed his lips to yours.

He was radiating heat, warm breath and warm lips. His lips were soft and smooth while yours were chapped and torn from your teeth worrying down on them during the five lonely days. He pulled back just a second before he kissed you again.

This kiss was no deeper than the last, never crossing the barrier of just your lips pressed together. You kissed back more this time, and he revelled in it. Your lips against his was something he thought about constantly and now he finally had it.

He pulled back completely now, hand never leaving your face, stroking your jaw with his thumb. He looked at you so adoringly that your veins were thick with sweetness and warmth rather than the blood that was usually there.

You wondered if he could feel how fast your heart was beating, his fingers probably close enough to your pulse point. He kissed your forehead and stood up to go switch the movie. “Thank you angel.” His voice was warm and gravelly.

You chose not to reflect on how normal the name sounded falling from his lips. You didn’t want to reflect on the fact that it took you a second to recall what your real name actually was.

Chapter Five Here

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