#But he had to wooooork

[conspiracy-crows]

Take that bad brain day

[still might cry but for new reasons now]

[skelebee]

Who's ready for Art Fight 2023?

[aislingsurrow]

Lalapril Day 30

Departure

"My SWEET BABY," Cecelia Surrow wailed on the docks of Aleport, announcing Aisling's departure to the whole of the seaside. "My ONLY CHILD is LEAVING ME." "Darlin', she'll just be stayin' in the city," Edvard Surrow said softly, not surprised by her outburst but trying to soothe her nonetheless. He always tried- and his success was often based not on his efforts, but Cecelia's mood. And on this morning, when Aisling was finally set to leave for Limsa Lominsa to start working with the Arcanists' and Adventurer's Guilds, Ceclia's mood was not to be turned. "She's going SO FAR AWAY," the woman bellowed, inconsolable. "Malms and MALMS away- so far I won't be able to hear her voice whenever I want, I won't be able to call for her, to see her smiling face, to have my girl with me!" "When I've made enough, I'll get us a Linkshell, Mama," Aisling assured her. She knew her mother would do this; even without Aisling's Certainty, the sureness of the future that sat in the back of her skull, Aisling knew her mother. And so she knew that even this suggestion would be taken, extrapolations made, and-- "MY PUMPKIN WILL BE DOING SUCH DAAANGEROUS WOOOOORK," Cecelia cried. "My darling dumpling will be ADVENTURING! She will be FIGHTING HOOLIGANS and PUTTING HERSELF in MORTAL PERIL! OH! I thought I was free of this HEARTACHE when her FATHER stopped his PIRACY!" "Oh Mama," Aisling said with a bashful giggle. "It won't just be hooligans. I'll fight lots of monsters, too!" Cecelia stopped- the sudden cessation of her wailing a surprise to folks milling around who had no choice but to eavesdrop. And if Cecelia were to turn her gaze upon anyone else, the intensity of her stare would melt them instantly. Thankfully, Aisling was immune. "... Monsters too." "Aye!" "... MY AAAAAANGEL WILL BE FIGHTING MOOOOONSTERS!" As Edvard patted her head, shoulders, and shushed his wife to try and calm her, Aisling only laughed. Soon, the captain would make the final call and she could climb aboard the ship bound for Limsa Lominsa. Aisling had been to the city many a time before, but this was the first time she was leaving home. It was the start of her grand, new adventure.

[hisuianhellion]

Past to Present

The knock on the door caught Rose's attention. Her head shifted up from the papers she had set upon the large card table she had bought for herself in Unova, grunting gently before grabbing her crutches. Hand-made, proper things made from wood and cured properly like her cane. The kind that would actually fit in around Hisui rather than the, ah... modernized ones more commonly found within the time frame her help had been received. "Gimme a sec! Gotta. Get up and out."

"Ah, take your time, I'm in no rush! Hearing your response tells me my fears were overblown!" Rose's head perked faintly, and she sighed out with a chuckle as she stepped up. One crutch under an arm, a second under the other, and she gently stepped herself along towards the entrance with a nod to Lucien. The Luxray stood himself up, gripping a cloth with his teeth, and with a gentle tug? A shrouding sheet had been gradually tugged across the middle of the room, separating her personal space from the hearth where warmth and food were typically brought up. A few extra steps, and she was at the door, sliding it open.

It was Volo. Exactly as she figured, having recognized his voice. His calm, pleasant expression immediately shifted to one of very abundant concern, eyes widening as he saw her state of affairs. "Oh! Gods, they mentioned you had taken a hit, but I wasn't aware--"

"Volo, I'm fine. Healing up just well enough that I think the worst I'll get is soreness on rainy days. And some stiffness over the years." She waved a hand dismissively. "If even a damn merchant starts doting on me, I think I'm gonna hurl."

There was a beat of silence as Volo leaned back, hand on his hip quietly, only to wave the free hand upwards. "Ooooh, woe is meeeee! My faaaavorite customer, bedridden and beloathed to return to her wooooork!" Rose put on a mock pout in response, only to get a rather smug grin from the Ginkgo Guildmember, the both of them letting a soft chuckle follow the exchange.

"Ya keep callin' me that, but I still haven't bought anything from ya." Rose motioned inside, stepping off to allow Volo a smooth entrance, and Lucien abided as well. "C'mon in, I can get some sitrus tea going."

"Ah, and impose upon someone who hasn't even bought from me, as she says?" Despite the minor protest, he slipped within, gradually setting his pack down upon the ground and slipping out of his boots. No need to be a rude guest if you're invited inside, taking a seat on an open cushion. "Well, if you must know, my real commodity is information. And you've been given quite a bit in exchange for the services you've provided me. The battles, the assistance of the one who reminds me of a certain legend I know... You've given me more than you realize."

Rose let an eyebrow raise in response before gradually taking a slow seat upon one of the cushions by the hearth, grunting softly in response as the crutches were set to the side. "Ah... well, far be it from me to complain." She stretched out her arms, gave them a soft shake to follow up, and she flicked open a small box on the wooden floor by the fire pit. A few ingredients gathered into the pot... and the fresh wood down below it was struck with some flint as Lucien let out a stretch and flumphed down behind Rose, setting his head upon his fore paws lazily. Her big ol' guardian Luxray, letting her lean back against him as the water began heating up. "Still, I doubt you came just to check up on me."

"Ah. My heart. A dagger straight through, aimed quite true. I admit, I did have an ulterior motive." The man lightly pulled his legs up into a cross, settling his arms upon his knees as he watched the fire with that same, calm expression he normally held. That one, visible gray eye seemed to be searching for something within the flames, and he let out a hum of thought as he let it trail up towards Rose. "Considering how much you've done... it'd be remiss of me not to ask something. Have you come across what could be described as... a 'plate'? Colored, etched with some old so-and-so about the past?"

Rose's eyes widened a bit, and she gave a soft nod towards the other as the water began to simmer. Light boil, we don't want a roll. Lift the lid, raise the pot a bit. "Shockingly, yes. A good four of 'em. All given by the nobles I've come across after I gave 'em some assistance." The moment the word 'four' had crossed her lips, Volo had leaned forward, his eyes wide. She could even see his other eye, the man brushing his bangs slightly out of the way in shock. Out came a finger, and he bounced it in her direction.

"Do let me see them! I happen to be quite well versed in translating the text upon them! It's a passion of mine, after all!" Rose smirked before handing a spoon to him in response. He gave an awkward blink, looking down at the wooden utensil for just a few seconds before he noticed her getting up. It allowed him to actually note what he was being wordlessly asked to do. And with a scoot forward, he began to gently stir and steep the bags. These strange bags caught his attention, but naturally, he didn't see fit to make mention. She was always a forward thinker.

Rose stood herself and, with a bit of a hop, scooted to one side of the sheet separating her more private affairs from her guest. Tugging them out of her bag, she gradually managed to maneuver her way back into place, taking a rather rough slump down to hit the cushion. And over went all four. Mind, Insect, Earth and Meadow. "Somethin' about the words feels a bit familiar, like I should know 'em. But I've never been good at catching onto other languages or older texts."

"Then aren't you pleased to know it's payment enough to see these in person for me to translate them." Volo's grin turned up to her, a bit devilishly smug, but he soon turned his attention towards the plates themselves. A set of one to the side moments later, and he was visibly tearing through them in mere seconds. 'Fluent' was an understatement, and his arms quietly crossed as he conveyed what he had read aloud. "The Original One breathed alone before the universe came. Where all creation was born, that is the being's place of origin. When the universe was created, its shards became this Plate. The powers of Plates are shared among Pokémon..."

His eyes glanced up towards Rose, notably more sharp. Honed. Not quite pointed, but his next point was drilling the passion he felt over this into the owner of the plates. "This explains more than you could ever know. It confirms even more still."

"Do tell, Merchant of the Ruins." Volo smirked a bit.

"Have you ever heard of the Celestica Tribe?" Rose shook her head slowly, raising an eyebrow curiously. "Well, I don't say this in a way to indict. But they were the original people of this land. Little and less is known of them, but... they were the first to worship Almighty Sinnoh." Rose couldn't hide the surprise. Nor the wariness that such a statement could cause. "Ah, don't you worry. I see that expression, and it's a thought I myself even harbored years prior. But after speaking with someone who has a much firmer grasp of the more personal history of that tribe, I've most assuredly come to the conclusion the two clans here now had nothing to do with their departure."

The relief was just as writ on Rose's face as her previous apprehension, and she leaned back onto Lucien's side, the large lynx gently shifting a leg in to give her a bit more comfort and support. "Okay. Cool. I didn't have it in my heart to hate Irida or Adaman. Those two have their hearts in the right place, I tell you what." A faint, silly accent to lighten the mood came about, though Volo simply pushed past it.

"Now, don't get me wrong. That doesn't entirely exonerate them. If you'd note that it's common knowledge the Diamond and Pearl clans have both been... at each other's throats in the past. Good people though they all may be in their own towns and to those that don't openly disparage their beliefs, war wasn't all that uncommon in decades and even centuries past. The state of the ruins can tell you that the Celestica tribe was quite a ways off from our own modern time frame!" Hah. Rose had to grin at that word. 'Modern'. That was cute. "But therein lies the crux of the issue. The Celestica tribe was gone before they had even arrived. And yet they use the same name for their duo of gods: Sinnoh. They even, if I may point out..." His finger came up and bounced once more, pointing at Rose's own hip, where a certain instrument had been strapped. She didn't like being without it, and Volo had caught that detail directly.

"... call those Celestica flutes, a clear sign that their own ancestors simply used what they found here as their own."

Rose's eyes quietly widened. Silence reigned, and it took the pot almost boiling over to snap her out of her stupor, a sizzle heard almost on cue as water dripped into the fire. Shit! Shit, the tea! Hopefully it wasn't too scalded...! She took the pot off the heat and set it down with a pant, stirring and glancing over the teabags quietly... okay... hot, but not burnt. It was going to taste a bit strong and sharp to boot, but... what could you do?

A ladle went in, and she began pouring it out into two larger clay cups, offering one to Volo with a small jar of honey. He declined the additional sweetness, but quietly continued his statements. "I have the blood of the Celestica tribe within my veins, but... I could not say I claim to hold their heritage yet. I'm a researcher, not a chronicler. I want to learn all I can about the Original One these plates speak of. The same ones the Sinjoh Ruins depicted. The one born from nothing to create everything." His eyes peered up towards Rose. They were sharp once more. But there was an eagerness behind them. A desire. A seeking of kinship. "And something tells me you're the one who'll settle the debate once and for all for everyone's sake. Who they are. Who the real Sinnoh is."

Rose, having gently dabbled a bit of honey off of the dipper she placed in the jar, sipped at her sitrus tea quietly. Strong, but sweet. The honey pulled the spices a bit more into a state of behaving in the drink, thankfully. "You think that because I keep getting these plates, right?"

"I know that. Because it reminds me of one story of the Celestica people. The most prominent one told before they vanished of the hero who faced Sinnoh directly. Ten Pokémon by his side, he saved the land from devastation. Who knows why they had to do that, but... you strike me as one to follow, Rose." He sipped at his tea, his eye contact never being broken. "Though I loathe to place any more pressure on you. At least not with Kamado breathing down your neck. And Ginter breathing down mine." As if he had rehearsed this pitch, there was that playful smirk again. "Alas. Two wayward souls. Destined to unlock the secrets of creation... doomed to be the errand-runners of their 'neutral leaders'."

Rose snorted gently in response to that, coughing a bit as Volo chuckled. A bit of tea went right up her nose in the process of that, and with a lean of her head back and a shake of it to follow, she sighed out with a wet rasp, clearing her throat as she grinned. "Alright, wise guy. I'll bite. I'll keep doin' what I'm doin'. And in return, we share with each other what we find. Deal?"

"A perfect one." Out came his hand. "Business is what I do best, and I very much approve of this deal."

Their hands clasped together. They shook. And the fire in both of their eyes flared with determination.

[cryoexorcist]

Bennett is scooping him up! It's about time his friend got a proper rest period. He could understand that they had a naturally high temperature- but anyone practically Cooking for that long could benefit from not working so much, and also not sleeping outside.

And anyone who wanted to push Chongyun further? They could catch his hands- including Yun's inner "must do things" demons.

Immediate protest! Chongyun smacking Bennett's shoulder lightly so as to not hurt him, and verbally protesting this sudden change in plans.

"Bennett!" It comes out in an almost whine, though Chongyun is hardly struggling. Because they can feel the fever this time, and aren't in a position to actually resist. They could, if they actually felt up to it.

"Bennett I have a commission." Lies, Chongyun rarely takes money for clearing out haunted houses. But Bennett doesn't need to know this little white lie right now. "I have to wooooork!"

[amousewithnocheese]

ooooo choclate good ms v!!!! um mine favit red vevet!!!! um how yor day ms v? i gots fammly coming ovr soon and i gots to clean so i listenn muuuusic!!!!!!!!!! also m uncle gave m new phone!!! i had an iphone 10 for foreeeeever and den he sent over his 13 🥰 i also have wooooork in a few hours so um yeah! but i dids all m homework an all m grades are good!!!!!

-🧸

yay cake!

and oooo music! I love music!

WOOOHOOOO NEW PHONE!! thank you uncle!!

I’m proud of you for doing homework😄

“meeeeeeeeooooooooowwwwwwwoewoeowoeowoeowoeowoeowoeoworowooeowoewow” -bug

[madness-of-void]

IT IS TIME

I said I was going to be 'annoying' about the fic I am writing once I got home from work. Well, I am home from wooooork.

I'm gonna ramble a little, so it'll all be put under a read more. I'll be kinda vague with some things, but I'm also gonna indulge a little coz I was not lying when I said I am fucking excited for this fic.

Anyways...here. We. Go!

It's a series! That's right. A series. Was it planned? Fuck no! Originally, it was only going to be this one chaptered fic. But then I had this idea to make a little prologue for a certain duo. Then I had this idea for 8 shorter fics. And THEN I had the idea for a second chaptered fic. *sigh* Yeah. I did that to myself.

There is a rough outline and other notes for the first fic in the series, but I am still flying by the seat of my pants with this one, folks. And some things I planned? Looks like they aren't happening! Things I didn't plan! They're happening! I have no control of these little shits, and I am okay with that. Kinda work better that way.

It is UTMV! Yaaay! I was a little apprehensive at first about diving myself into fic writing for this fandom, especially since I haven't written anything since 2020 and I have seen some people get a little butthurt about people not "writing these characters right". But you know what? I don't care. I have seen good fics/artwork with canon depictions, fanon depictions, and mixtures of both. There's a bunch of cakes out there to devour! Might as well throw mine out there!

Finally have a title! The series is called Reunion in Chains (RIC for short). The first chaptered fic is called Immured. The rest...are surprises. >:3

At the end of each chapter, I'll have a little author's notes that will be kind of like a behind the scenes type of deal. Fun little extra tid bits, if you will. Which I have never done before. Kinda excited about it, too.

Currently working on Chapter 4, which is being a royal beast. It's so far the longest chapter. Though, if the pattern of each chapter being longer than the last continues, it'll lose it's crown real soon.

How long will it be in total? No clue! Again, I'm just winging this bitch! Though I do have up to 6 chapters titled! Yippee!

There will be 4 ships in total: 1 that is mentioned real quick, 1 that is a secret until around chapter 6 or 7, 1 that is established before the start of the fic and is hinted at until it is outright said at a certain chapter (I am vibrating in anticipation to get to that point), and 1 that is slowly happening throughout in a more subtle way.

Possible rating will be M. Mostly for swearing, threats of violence (mostly physical, but there will be vague sexual ones as well), actual violence, mentions of past abuse, blood, and electrical punishment (you'll understand in due time).

I created 6 OCs specifically for the first fic that are fleshed out and have names! They are:

Ruperto - Human (he/him)

Taran - Spider monster (they/them)

Franciszka "Franny - Bunny monster (she/her)

Lilium - Flowey variant (he/him)

Abel - Dog monster (he/him)

Mimsy - Cat monster (they/them)

There are other random background kind of OCs that will be mentioned, but they are so minor that all they have is a description. No names. For now.

Lilium is my favorite to write so far. He is a fucking shithead and I love him!

There will be 2 additional OCs (that I know of thus far) that'll be created for the series, though they are going to be in the second chaptered fic. So no development yet.

Immured will be in Dream's POV! Which, not gonna lie, has been fun to do. Boy has a lot of angst potential, and I am running with it!

This includes having 1 dream that is a flashback, and 1 that mixes up a flashback and internal guilt. And plenty silent mentions of the incident.

Fun fact: There will be a lot of strikethrough in several chapters. This is very intentional! Let's see if anyone can figure out the reason why.

Error, by far, is the hardest one for my to write! I wanted to try to show his stuttering/glitches...but that is not easy to do. Sometimes I'm like "oh god, this is too much, I might have to fix this later", and other times it's "yeeeees I love how that looks, it's perfect". We shall see how it all ends up in the end after the millionth edit. (I have edited these chapters so much in the middle of writing, you have no idea.)

Ink is also so goddamned hard to write! Mostly because I want to write him as a silly little guy instead of someone reacting to the really shitty situation everyone had found themselves in, as well as having to turn off le emotions. For really important reasons. Promise.

Spoiler: Yes. Dream and Nightmare do make-up. Because I want them to. Badly.

Nightmare is also fun to write! Especially when I get to make him a sassy bastard.

Dream and Dust future smoking buddies? More likely than you think.

People underestimating Dream because he's the Guardian of Positivity and therefore there is no way he would be capable of hurting someone? 😏

Little sprinkles of a different take of the OG apple incident, with a full exploration in one of the side fics where the twins have a long, proper talk? 😏😏

The pre-Immured ship being absolutely cute here and there? And being that much more cute in their relationship 'prologue' fic, their side fic, and in the second chaptered fic? 😏😏😏

Dream and Nightmare having specifically adorable nicknames they used for each other when they were kids and they start using again as adults? 😏😏😏😏

And that's it! Though, before I end this rambling mess that I had to indulge myself in...I thought I'd leave some of my favorite snippets. I won't leave any context nor where they're at in the story. Enjoy!

Dream perked up, sockets wide and golden tears threatening to spill. Staring back with familiar shyness, Nightmare continued to whistle. As if he was waiting for Dream to resume the song. So he did. The twins spun the songs they used to hear at their tree – knowing their parts as if they had only performed it yesterday. Pure happiness squeezed within Dream's chest, ready to choke the air right out of him at any given second. It was nothing huge or life changing. Truly insignificant to anyone witnessing. But to Dream? It meant everything.

“Uh, excuse you? Nothing about me is straight. Dunno why you would think my priorities would be. And having nom-noms is a great priority! Right, H?”

But his face...oh god, his face. It was always different somehow in the way it was obscured, reminding him that he couldn't remember his twin's fucking face .

Nightmare scoffed right back – grin stretching wide and venomous. “Is that so? Well, why don't you enter my cage and see how big my bite is? I promise...I will leave some flesh attached, youngling.”

“So! Does anyone have any ideas? We can spitball! No idea is stupid!”

Taking it as a challenge, Killer smirked and casually sprawled out on the floor. “We can try to seduce them?”

“Except that one! That one is pretty stupid.”

And Dream began to wail.

Wail like the little boy who lost everything centuries ago.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

i am reduced to a whimpering mess at this point, let’s just start off right there.

babe. you. YOUU!!! you are amazing and incredible and this was 100% the best birthday gift i got this year (yes, you knocked the enjoyment of my favourite strawberry tart right out of the first place spot). i love you so much, wow, how are you even in my life? i feel like the luckiest gal in the galaxy ♡

…

It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. - *giggles aggressively*

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you. - PLEASE 🫨

should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. - brooooo, he’s been hard all day? FOR YOU? literally because you were just standing there? you did nothing at all and he’s wrapped so tightly around your finger that he can’t even function? …imma marry this guy.

He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. - *starts blasting hannah montana’s nobody’s perfect*

Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. - BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO🫨🫨🫨🫨 i love him. work bitch. get dat nut.

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.” - sorry, my eyelids just suddenly got unbelievably heavy from how crazy horny i am🫠 (knew i should have waiting to read this till i had time™)

He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now. - urghhhh fuck😵‍💫

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question - work bitch

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, - WORK BIIITCH!!! WOOOOORK!!!!

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.” - did i mention that i suddenly wanna marry him? because i do.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.” - 🧎‍♀️

just wanted to hear your voice

pairing: billy russo x fem!reader

summary: billy hasn't been able to stop thinking about you all morning, and he just wants to hear your voice.

warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content (minors dni)

word count: 1.4k

a/n: this is a very special birthday gift for my baby lea, @thyme-in-a-bubble. i'd send you a cake, but you're the superior baker between us, so i'm giving you the slutty gift of billy instead. i hope your birthday is as magical as you are, and i hope you enjoy your present. i love you endlessly. 🖤

as always, feedback is welcomed/appreciated.

Billy very rarely had a hard time focusing. He approached everything, especially his empire, with tenacious determination and an insatiable thirst for success. There was no detail too small, no risk too grand, and no stone he didn’t personally overturn. His desire for perfectionism and order may have appeared as obsessive and controlling to some, but to Billy, appearances and status were everything, so it was imperative to give every task at hand his full and undivided attention.

But today, his thoughts couldn’t stop wandering to you.

All the blocks of black ink on the documents in front of him blurred into a mirage of you in that emerald green silk robe that was carelessly wrapped around your figure this morning while you got ready in the bathroom. It took him fifteen minutes just to knot his tie because he couldn’t stop staring at your alluring reflection in the mirror. The dark green fabric looked absolutely decadent on your soft skin, pulling taut against your body in all the right places. The belt was loosely tied around your waist, leaving a large expanse of your chest on display for his viewing pleasure, the edges of the robe just barely stopping right before your nipples.

It took every ounce of self control Billy had not to bend you over the counter, lift the hem of the robe just a few inches upwards, and make you watch in the mirror while he fucked you.

But he had an important meeting in twenty minutes that he couldn’t miss.

Sometimes he really fucking hated owning his own company.

Billy hadn’t even heard most of the pitch during the meeting. The monotone voice of the talkative investor should’ve been the perfect combat to dull his half hard cock into submission, but his mind kept wandering to you, and that only made his throbbing problem worse. He wasn’t a religious man, but he silently thanked whoever might be listening that black was his signature color, and that it slimmed instead of emphasized the prominent bulge in his pants.

He tried to busy himself with all the tasks that needed his attention, and fuck did he try, but his eyes could only decipher a few words before everything went blurry and shapeshifted into your form again. He should’ve just taken you over the fucking counter and been late. He could’ve made you both come in a matter of minutes. He had never regretted a decision so fucking much as he did right now.

Billy made it forty-five minutes before he absolutely couldn’t stand it anymore. His cock ached within the confines of his briefs, and he wasn’t going to make it through the rest of the day without some relief. Without giving it another thought, Billy grabbed his phone and dialed your number, placing his phone between his ear and his shoulder while swiftly unbuckling his belt and zipping down his fly. He had just slipped his hand past the waistband of his briefs to wrap his slender fingers around his cock when your melodic voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Hi handsome.”

Billy sank his top teeth into his bottom lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze, letting out a deep exhale through his nose as he leaned back in his chair to get comfortable.

“Hey darlin’. You busy?”

“Not particularly. Why, what’s up?”

“Nothin’. Just wanted to hear your voice, s’all.”

Billy swiped his thumb across his weeping tip, letting out a silent hiss as he used the spurt of his arousal as a lubricant to coat the length of his cock. His eyes fluttered shut when your soft giggle sounded in his ear.

“Baby, you heard my voice an hour ago.”

“S’too fuckin’ long, doll.”

Another harmonious string of giggles played in his ear, and he began to slowly flick his wrist upwards in a light jerking motion, doing his best to keep his voice steady.

“Tell me how your mornin’s goin’.”

Billy caught almost every other word of your exposition, the pleasure building in his lap nearly clouding his mind entirely with lust. He kept his eyes closed, conjuring your figure in front of him on his desk in that little robe he had gotten you for your birthday, thighs spread apart enough to display your soaked cunt to him while you spoke. God, the things he would do to you if you were here right now.

“Billy?”

“Hm?”

“I said how did your meeting go?”

He was so wrapped up in his fantasy of you that he had completely missed your question. A layer of sweat had started to bead along his hairline, and he hadn’t even noticed that he’d begun to steadily buck his hips upwards into his own hand.

“Fine. It was fine.”

There was silence on the other end of the line for a moment before your voice rang through laced with concern.

“Are you okay?”

“M’fine, darlin’.”

“Are you sure? You sound a little out of it.”

If you were here with him right now, you would’ve caressed his face in your soft palm. Physical touch was one of your love languages, and it awoke a craving in Billy he hadn’t realized he had blocked out from a lifetime of being touch starved. 

He adored all your little touches. He loved the way you held his hand proudly wherever the two of you went. He enjoyed how you always touched his arm to get his attention when you wanted to show him something. He felt a rush of warmth every time he felt your arms wrap around him from behind in a hug when you were watching him do something, or checking on him if it was late and he hadn’t come to bed yet. He liked that you were always absentmindedly adjusting his tie for him or fixing his hair back into place if it got unruly.

But he really loved the way you touched him when he pleasured you. He savored the sharp sting of your fingers tugging roughly at his dark roots to bring his face closer to your pussy when he ate you out. He got off on the pain you inflicted clawing into his back when he fucked you hard and rough. He reveled in the way you held his hands above his head when you rode his cock with a pleased grin plastered on your lips. He cherished the way you held his face in your hands when he made love to you.

All those images in his head caused him to let out a desperate moan, and he didn’t miss the way your breath hitched on the other side of the phone.

“Billy…are you-”

“I shoulda fucked you this mornin’ like I wanted, doll.”

He heard the sharp intake of breath you took. The quiet and soft moan that slipped past your lips went straight to his cock and nearly had his eyes rolling into the back of his head.

“Billy-”

“Looked so fuckin’ good in that robe, darlin’. Gonna buy you one in every fuckin’ color so I can fuck you in all of ‘em. God, I been hard all fuckin’ mornin’ from thinkin’ ‘bout you, baby.”

“Are you-”

“Fuckin’ my hand wishin’ it was your pussy instead? Yeah, I am.”

A delicate noise of desire echoed through the phone’s speaker, and it sounded like the exact one you made whenever he sucked at that sweet spot on your neck. 

“Billy…”

Your voice came out in a breathless moan, and it only made him fuck his hand faster.

“Say my name like that again, baby. C’mon, lemme hear it again.”

Billy was panting heavily now, that tight band within him dangerously close to snapping. His hand was moving furiously up and down the base of his cock, and he slipped his other hand into his briefs to gently squeeze his balls. 

“Billy.”

Throwing his head back against the chair, Billy groaned your name loudly when he came, his jaw hanging open as he fucked his hand through his orgasm. Warm ropes of his release painted wet stripes along his crisp white button up, and he let out a quiet moan from the overstimulation of emptying himself completely. 

A wolfish grin spread across his lips as he tried to catch his breath, wiping his sticky palm off on his shirt.

“I’m comin’ home to change suits. You better be there waitin’ when I get there.”

[scorpio2140]

Office

Wow, am I unoriginal. But when inspiration hits who am I to say no? Anyway, this is inspired by the demo called Overtime, just look up manlybadasshero Overtime and I'm sure you'll find it.

You blink, staring up at an off white ceiling. Ringing? Oh, right. The phone to the right of you is ringing. Pressing answer, you don’t bother picking up the receiver. It’s quite for a spell before a voice comes through.

    “Hey, it’s [REDACTED] from internals!” You blink, side eyeing your monitor before looking away from the bright white document. “Just a reminder for your meeting in fifteen minutes. Don’t worry, though, it’s nothing bad!” If it was nothing bad then you wouldn’t need to say that, you exhale.

    “...um…You there?” A confirmation, “Oh good, just making sure!”

    A pause.

    “Anyway…see you there!” Richard hung up…It was Richard, right? You sigh again before folding your arms and resting your head on them. You probably know why you're having this “not bad” meeting and the culprit is on your monitor. Your currently blank monitor. You’d been under performing despite trying your hardest but lately…you can’t focus. Time seems to flow in and out. You turn your head to glance at the clock in the corner of your cubicle. It’s mocking red light reading 11:11.

    A whisper, “fuck you…” Before turning your head back down, not caring that your glasses are squishing uncomfortably against your face. Whatever, you’d just borrow a rag from Jamie, he always seemed to have one despite you never seeing him with glasses on. You decide to get up and go visit your coworker-friend…just coworker? Your legs popped as you stood up. Well, you were familiar with him, comfortable even, but you didn’t want to over step. As you were crossing the room, a bright blue caught your attention. You turned and sure enough, the blue screen of death sat on a computer.

    “What happened?” You…why did you go over? You were going to Jamie’s cubicle. The man turned around and…oh…it was the asshole. He was always on your back about performance; fancied himself a mini boss or whatever. Gosh, why did you walk over? You don’t even remember telling your feet to. You need to focus.

    “Jamie gave me a flash drive, said I could play COD no questions asked. But when I plugged it in this happened! I swear if this is an April fools joke…” He was clearly not happy and despite wanting to snap back at him about “performance” you shrugged.

    “Maybe it’s…an update.” He looked at you. “Or maybe it’s just adjusting to a work computer or something…” You mumbled off but he just turned away with a grumble. Yeah, definitely need to talk with Jamie. He aggressively shoved the USB to you on your way out. When you got to his cubicle, Jamie was distracted by his phone so you snuck around the side and ducked down.

    “Jaaaam…” You did your best “ghost voice”, “Thiiiis isss your conscience!” You heard a snort.

    “Oh yeah? And what does my conscience say?” You paused.

    “Uhhh…I mean-! Do your Fucking wooooork, Jamieeee…Or sssufer the consequencessss!” He peered at you over the side of the wall with a raised brow.

    “Ah yes, the horror of being let go by these assholes. Truly horrible.” You rolled your eyes at him before rounding the front. Jamie gave you a run for your money with his eye-bags but you never really said anything.

    “Geez, what’s with you? You look almost dead.” On second thought maybe you should have. You just stared at him, taking in his boring blue button up shirt, glory. You had to wear this stupid royal blue collared shirt with khakis and you hated it with your entire being. But knowing everyone had to suffer made it slightly better.

    “I feel like it sometimes…I just-...” You sigh, “I dunno, never mind.” You ran a hand through your hair before looking at your watch; you had five minutes until the meeting. Jamie was facing his phone.

    “Oh, what the hell did you give…um, him? His computers bricked.” You fished the flash drive out and showed it to him, hoping he’d know who you were talking about. And he did if his smile was anything to go by.

    “C’mon, just a little April fools joke between coworkers. You wouldn’t get it.” Well you don’t need to point out I have next to no friends here, mister shut in gamer…not like I’m much better- whatever! You sigh, and close your eyes briefly.

    “He’s always on your case anyway, might as well knock him down a peg.” He was back to looking at his phone.

    “Just don’t get caught, who knows what they’ll do.” Jamie looks back up at you with a smirk.

    “Why don’t you give it a try? Y’know…for fun.” You both stare at each other as he gives you a knowing look.

    “Anyway, when the meeting’s done, come find me; let's eat lunch together.” You glance at your watch again before going back to your cubicle. You stared at the monitor before sighing. You plug in the USB against all rationality. And what do y’know…blue screen. You shake your head and head out into the hall, sending a small smile to one of your coworkers on break and glancing at the community board. A small dog causes you to smile before heading to the stairs. The stupid elevators never worked but you suppose it wasn’t too bad; you never had to go beyond your floor and the meeting room was just one below you.

    When you got to the floor you noticed how…quite it was. Walking down the aisle, there was no one in the cubicles. You noted idly how all the offices were the same blue and white color scheme. Honestly, I’m probably going to hate blue by the time I leave this place. You sigh before pausing. Even the office where…Rick? is supposed to be, is empty.

    “Odd…” You round the desk and see that even the computer is off. You swear your watch is right but just in case you go back out into the hall to find the clock. Sure enough, both your watch and the clock read 11:26. Right on time…You run your hand through your hair with a sigh.

    “Whatever, if they want to blame me I’ll just say they were the ones who didn’t show up.” You glanced at the clock and down at the meeting room one last time before turning to the door, only to stop short with a gasp. Red painted the floor and adjacent elevator door before you stepped back and blinked…It…was gone…

    You rubbed your eyes hard, and opened them again. No blood…

    “I…really need sleep…yeah…yeah…” You numbly walked out the door and into the stairs and before you knew it, you were at your floor. It almost seemed like you were teleporting today. But that’s stupid, I’m just zoning out, that’s all. I need to focus; that’s what the meeting was probably about. You pause as you realize a woman is standing by the rails of your floor. You must have stared too long as she gave a sigh, turning her head but not her eyes.

    “Look, I’m on break. If you need me I’ll be back in fifteen.” When she finally did turn her eyes, she paused. “Oh, sorry. Thought you were my supervisor.” You just gave a slight smile.

    “Sorry, little hectic today?” She shakes her head and glances at her hands perched on the rail.

    “No…just have a bad feeling about today…don’t know why…” You awkwardly glance away. She makes a noise before pausing.

    “...Take care, yeah?” You nod and bid her farewell before entering your department…and smacking into Jamie. Hard. You reel back with a hiss as his hands fly to grab your head.

    “Sorry! I was just about to come looking for you. You were taking forever!” You peered up at him, slightly dizzy.

    “What do you mean? I was only there about three minutes?” He seemed to deem your forehead fine as he shifted his hands to hold your shoulders, which you were grateful for as you swayed slightly.

    “Umm, no you weren’t. Geez, did they chew into you that badly? You ok? You seem really, like, out of it today.” Your answer was a mumble of what time it was as you cradled your spinning head and closed your eyes.

    “12:10. C’mon let's go to the lunch room, you're not looking too hot.” It seemed like in just a blink, you had made it to the lunchroom and plopped down on a bench. You spied Jamie rummaging through the fridge for both of your lunches. Honestly, he was the only reason you didn’t keep your lunch at your desk; opting to double up with each other so no one took it. The world seemed to spin less by the time he came back but your headache persisted. Something’s not right, maybe I should have stayed home…

    “Here, I brought extra since you seem to be skimping on your lunch.” He unpacked everything as you stared blankly. Something nudging your mouth snapped you back and you leaned back to see a fork full of some type of meat. Jamie stared at you before sighing.

    “You’re really worrying me here. Maybe you should take a vacation-?”

    “No.” You grabbed the fork from his hand and shoved it in your mouth. Your stomach grumbled unpleasantly but you swallowed anyway; you needed to eat. You thought you heard him mumble something about working you too hard but you just focused on eating and keeping it down. You ate in silence, only the tinking of cutlery and the soft murmur of coworkers. Your eyes kept drooping as you leaned back and onto Jamie’s shoulder.

    “Hey, Jam? We’re friends, yeah?” You felt him nod and hum. “I…honestly don’t feel good…and I hate it here…but, it- I need this. The job, I mean.” You were trying not to mumble, desperately blinking your eyes before giving up and just closing them.

    “But something feels wrong…I’m…wrong…” You drifted off into exhaustion but Jamie didn’t mind. His mind, though, started working. Gears turning and ruminating. They work you too hard. Don’t worry…

When you woke up, you could see the sun setting on the horizon. You blinked before bolting up from the bench. Jamie and your other coworkers were gone. Surely he wouldn’t leave you, right? Yeah, yeah…it’s okay. He probably just went to get a drink. You nodded your head, staring at the door to the lunch room. Yep, gamers and their energy drinks…

You got up and looked at your watch; 5:15. Fifteen over clocking out, but you both always walked out together. So, you knew he wouldn’t leave you. You walked out into the hall only to find it empty as well. You looked around dumbly before shuffling to the stairwell and going out. Where would he be? He might have left something at his desk and didn’t want to wake me. You walked up to your floor, ignoring your pounding heart and churning stomach.

No one was in the office. Every computer turned off and every belonging was gone.

“Of course. It’s the end of the day.” You stood in the middle of the office before looking at your watch; 5:16. That…didn’t seem right? It takes at least two minutes to walk down and I scoured the office. But where was Jamie? Before you knew it you were back in the stairwell, looking up towards HR. Your feet took you up the stairs, one step at a time.

Two floors more…

One more floor…

HR Department…why…why was your heart beating so hard? The worst that would happen was he wasn’t there and you could ask if the cams got him. Yes, that’s what you’ll do. Then why can’t you get your hand to move from your sides? The handle was right there, you were looking at it. Open it-!

It was open. You walked inside. The same mind numbing blue and white walls greeted you, but it was darker than normal. You swear a door you passed was tilted on its side but you continued on, your feet seemingly on auto pilot. The churning in your stomach got worse the further you walked. Every corner causes your heart to jump at the shadows. You finally made it to the last corner…how did you know that? Why…do you feel like you’ve been here before? Rounding the corner you freeze.

Blood…everywhere…

You step back with a gasp, eyes drawn towards the sudden movement in the room. Jamie…stood over a corpse, clothes stained and holding a bloody knife. His eyes were wide as they peered at you.

“You…you weren’t supposed to see this…” You took a step back, slipping slightly on blood. He thrust a hand out to you.

“Wait!” You didn’t wait, you turned around and ran, ignoring his desperate calls to you. You made it about halfway down the hall before arms wrapped around your waist, halting your movement. You flailed and squirmed before something connected with the back of your neck-! Your ears were ringing as you closed your eyes.

You blink, staring up at an off white ceiling. Ringing? Oh, right. The phone to the right of you is ringing. Except, when you turned, the phone was off the receiver and looking up-

“AH!” Jamie recoiled with you, practically ducking behind your cubicle wall like a shield. You threw a hand over your heart, watching him raise back up.

“Shit, I’m sorry! It’s just your phone was ringing for, like, ever so I just…I answered it for you. You seemed, I dunno. Out of it I guess…” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Sorry, again.”

“I dreamed of you-” Your heart was calming down, but why did you say that? You didn’t fall asleep, or have a daydream. At Least you don’t think so? But then what were you doing?

“Uhhh…yeah? A good dream I hope?” You nodded absentmindedly, staring at your blank monitor. Right, you were trying to do better with your performance. Performance!

“Who called?!” You wheeled around to stare at Jamie.

“Oh, what’s his name? [REDACTED]” You blink.

“Who?” Jamie looks at you like you're crazy.

“Richard? You sure you're ok? Anyway, he called about a meeting tomorrow, I dunno.” But, I thought the meeting was today? A look at the border around your monitor showed a sticky note that said you had a meeting tomorrow with…why…couldn’t you make out a name? R…something? But didn’t he just-

“Hello, Earth to astronaut?” Jamie sighed before coming around the wall and grabbing your arm.

“C’mon, you’re clearly not doing so hot so let’s grab an early lunch, yeah?” You let him drag you down to the lunch room, idly noting a ketchup stain on the hem of his shirt.

“Maybe a nap, too? If anyone asks I’ll let them know you don’t feel good.” You nodded along, wondering why this whole day felt like deja vu. But, a nap did sound nice.

[aurorawest]

Hi! I love your account and your work so much! In fact it was your fics that introduced me to the Stephen and Loki ship and made me ship them too! So thank you for that!

I was wondering what you think would have happened if as part of an au Stephen and Loki went to vormir for the soul stone, how would that play out?

Omg, thank you so much!! I’m so glad you like it! 😄 Also, always high praise to know that I converted someone to my OTP, so YAY 😄😄 

This question, though adfj;ajfkadjf;adkfj wow so ok I’ve been thinking about this since yesterday and this is ROUGH. So, I think the way this would play out would end the same way no matter what the relationship between Loki and Stephen was, but the specifics would be different.

If the two of them were not romantically involved: ultimately, Loki would be the one who would sacrifice himself. He would look at it logically, argue that Stephen is more important and valuable to Earth. Loki would also probably say something kind of melodramatic and pathetic, like, “The way I seem to do the most good is by dying,” which would piss the hell out of Stephen. He might also say that the universe has tried to kill him a bunch of times and failed, so he’ll take his chances.

Red Skull would probably be like, “That is not how it wooooorks,” (I cannot take Red Skull seriously) and Loki would just be like, whatevs.

Loki would jump off the edge of his own accord in the end, though he might have to magically restrain Stephen so that he could do it.

If the two of them were romantically involved: ultimately...Loki would be the one who would sacrifice himself. I actually think this would be a much shorter discussion. Obviously Stephen would say he’s going to do it. Loki would pretend to allow himself to be convinced, and then do literally whatever he had to in order to sacrifice himself in Stephen’s place. Lies, illusions, trickery, physical/magical restraint; nothing would be too far.

So yeah, we end up with a dead Loki either way.

Thanks for asking! This was an interesting question that I’d never considered! I kind of want to write something that uses this idea, I’m just trying to figure out how I could do it.

[schmeesky]

Can you spill some of the new tea you have about our favorite feral twink pls? 👀☕

hmmmmmm oki oki. let me think. this is nocanon/semi-noncanon brainrot but here we go: 

- currently in a polyamorous relationship with one of my other ocs, @braindeadcorpse‘s oc and @slashermom‘s oc. they are all very happy together and most of that art i will be posting soon, hopefully. 

-  he has sort of a cleaner look to him, been drawing him a lot so might make a post on how he currently looks. i know his style had definitely changed: probably best described as tropical punk. 

- keke can speak a few languages, none of them very well. english is his worst and french and haitian creole are his best. he needs wooooork on his patios but more time in jamaica will solve that. 

- an update on some of his mannerisms will be an entire post on its own so look out for that!

just me posting a lot of his info soon, would be happy to answer any questions about some changes people have.

[astrologysvt]

Vernon having a scorpio moon makes me think that in a relationship he might try to really make it work? I've had experience with people under these moons and damn the loyalty these people have is crazy.

for sure, lol my dad is a scorpio moon and whenever he hears about break ups he’s like YOU HAVE TO TRY AND MAKE THINGS WOOOOORK and then starts crying. but he’s also a libra so it could be that 😂 but i agree, i feel like a lot of people think he’s a hard to grasp/flighty/logical guy but i always cite his scorpio moon as to why that isn’t really the case. 

[ghosty-goos-asks]

Oh... did tommy go with sterling?

he had to go to wooooork - 🐙👻

[ask-the-fusions]

I'll offer cake instead of soul for more creaity being a great big bro for lil viridi and viridi being the most adorable baby brother the fusions have ever seen. Also what happened with the pta mom and anvity?

starshine: don’t worry about the pta thing, there’s fic in the wooooorks : )

but YES more creaity-viridi hcs 

- creaity love love LOVES viridi. like, so much. he will frequently grab viridi and yank him into his lap and just snuggle him and purr. viridi only occasionally protests; he’s a touch-starved little bean and he enjoys being snuggled. 

- that said, creaity can be a little bit … over-protective. he and viridi have had multiple conversations about this because creaity, it turns out, has a bunch of separation anxiety. they’re working on it, but viridi loves his big brother to pieces. 

- sometimes, creaity unfuses so that rue and patton can hang out with their brother. they like to play games with him, too, the same kitty-cat games that viridi will play with vircei. (sometimes vircei plays, too). 

- creaity is lactose intolerant. everyone knows this. viridi is also lactose intolerant. everyone knows this as well. does this stop them from sitting in the kitchen at two am and eating ice cream until they have tummyaches? no! they are dumbass kittens! but we love them! 

- viridi likes climbing to high places chasing vircei. he’s great at getting up into them, and so is vircei. the issue is that once viridi gets up there, he can’t exactly get down. so he just kind of yowls from whatever height he ends up on (you know, like MRRRRRRROW! MRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROW!) until creaity comes and finds him. 

- creaity also gets stuck in high places, though, so once they’re both stuck up there they both shout until someone else (usually anvity or patteit) comes and gets them both down. 

- viridi likes to chase creaity around and pounce on him. you know that thing lion cubs do where they practice attack their parents and the parents fake die dramatically? yeah. yeah, they do that all the time. 

- the first time it happened anvity kinda stormed in thinking that creaity was actually being threatened and almost set creaity and viridi on fire. he didn’t, though, and now everyone knows that he’s just playing around. 

---------

Tashi: 

Amendment- Creaity doesn’t get stuck like EVER but he loves being carried so you bet he 100% pretends he’s stuck one he realizes it works for Viridi! 

[saidthemissy]

2012 - 2018 - 2020 - 2022

Let's check your memory, shall we?

okay

sure

OK

Yep

You're single right?

nope

the opposite.

No

No

How long was the last phone conversation you had?

very short, i was hung up on

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh just a few moments, i thiink!

I don't remember!

I never talk on the phone

Do you hide your feelings?

wah wah wah

sometimes. i like to let things process.

Noooo

No

Is there a person that will always have a place in your heart?

sure, i guess, lots of people

andrew, brady, jacob.

I don't know. my family

I dunno, always? I dunno if I believe always

What smiley face do you use the most?

;-)

:)

:)

:)

Have you kissed anyone that meant something to you this year?

yeah

Andrew :)

Grant.

GG

Have you kissed anyone within the last 24 hours?

noooo

Andrew and Paul.

Grant

GG

Do you sleep with the door open or closed?

can't see the door from bedd

Closed.

Depends! Usually uhhhh closed?

Open most of the time, closed if Noodle is misbehaving

How many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?

0None

0

0What is the relationship with the last person you texted?

he's lovely, a new friend of mine

Second boyfriend lmao

I dunno, havent texted in a while

He’s my ex

Are you thinking of someone right now?

i guess?

Wyatt. I'm excited to see him today :)

Nooo

Nah

Last song you listened to?

'Helplessness Blues' - Fleet Foxes... what else

nothing at the moment. house is still asleep.

Grant is watching netflix

Ummmm Foreign Faction? Off of a mix Courtney made for me

Whose bed were you last on besides your own?

lucs, i think? that was a while ago lol

Paul's

Grant's parents place

Dad’s place on NYE

What's something crazy that happened to you today?

hum....idunno, i got my map

Not muuuuuch, just woke up and made some tea!

Nothing crazy, I guess the neighbour was watching us fuck which was weird

Nothing crazy! 

Who was your last text from?

andrew r

Paulie.

Dunno, my boss I think

Andrew

Do you follow your head or your heart?

neither, lol i dont know, i guess my head

heart lmao

Heart

Heart

After taking a shower, do you change in the bathroom or the bedroom?

bedroom

bedroom unless I need to do my makeup as well.

Bedroom

Bedroom

Are you happy?

come back to me on that one..

very!

Yep

Ummmm yeaaa? 

Do you think everyone learns from their mistakes?

not me, LOL

nooooo

No

No

Do you like to cuddle?

most of the time

yes!

I love it!

Yes :) 

Have you ever worn the opposite sex clothing?

yes

many times.

Yep

Yep

Who is sitting next to you?

noo body

it's just me :)

Grant :)

Grant

When is your birthdayy?

a little bit

not too long now! I'm planning it :)

March 6th!

Coming soonnnn 

Who's bed did you sleep in last night?

my own

mine!

Me and Gg's

Me and GG’s

Did you sleep alone?

with bear and kitty, aha

with Andrew.

With my baby.

With GG 

Do you currently have feelings for anybody?

yeah

Andrew, Wyatt, and Paulie.

Grant

Grant

Do you think you've changed over the past year?

i guess

Quite a bit!!

A lot.

I think so but I dunno. 

What's your main background on your cellular device?

toronto skyline

Uhhhh it's Tyler Bancroft.

Birds with Teeth!

Me following Grant in the woods

Do you know anyone who drinks a lot?

ummm, not really,

ME

My friends haha

ME

Do you know the last person you were in a car with other than family?

umm... skyler and his mum probably,

Paulie

Grant

Grant? 

Did you have a good day yesterday?

Sure.

It was lovely.

Yeah!

Yep

What are you doing tomorrow?

schoool...studying..

Work! and then going to La Vie En Rose!

Playing a show.

Work

Is anyone over protective over you?

i guess, idk

Paulie and Andrew.

Grant and my brother

Grant, Kate, Andrew, my family, my bosses

Do you like to read books?

love reading

Yea!

Sure

Yep

Name something you are doing tonight?

sleeping

Wooooork, maybe going to Paul's or Denton's, idk!

Work!

Going to Grant’s parents place for dinner

Do you miss anyone right now?

no

Wyatt :)

Nope

No

Have you ever liked anyone who was not good to you?

yeep

Calum, Brady, Jacob, Josh.... the list will go on forever.

Above. Add Andrew to that list

Yep, lots of people lol 

Does anyone have feelings for you?

yeah,

Ummmm Andrew, Paulie, Wyatt? Hopefully lmaooo

Grant :)

Grant 

What is your best physical feature?

i've been told my legs&eyes

Not sure! My BUTT :)

My face? I dunno

I dunno lmao

Will you be up before 7am tomorrow?

nooope

no way

Not tomorrow

Right at 7

Could you go the rest of your life without smoking a cigarette?

sure

probably not tbh lmao

NAH

Hopefully, it’s been two days :) 

What was the last thing you said to your mother?

cuntsville LOL

can't remember! I think "it's okay"

I dunno

Can’t remember, love you probably,

Do you attend school dances?

semi :)

nope

No

Not anymore lol 

Who can you always rely on no matter what?

family, kevin, calla, kate,

my famjam,

Kate and my dad.

My dad

What are you looking forward to?

SK

my birthday party!!

My birthday :)

My birthday and going to Vancouver :) 

Ever stayed up all night on the phone?

yeah.

yeaaa

Yes

Yes

Do you ever think "what if" about anything?

yeah, a lot... hindsight is 20/20

not really.

Sometimes, rarely now

No

Are you happy with the way things are going?

i have noo idea

yes!! life is great!~

Yes!

Mostly? idk 

Do you like someone right now?

yea

Andrew, Wyatt ,Paul

Grant.

Grant

When did your last hug take place?

corner of mt pleasant and beckett?

in the bathroom

Ummm 15 or so ago? After making loveee

When I got home from work

Who called you last?

dad?

uhhhhh not sureeee, Paul I think?

Dunno

Andrew

Are you a forgiving person?

very much so

yep

Yes

Yes

Do you say sorry first?

mostly

yes.

Yes

Yes

What were you doing at noon today?

eating? making the Kiss List

haven't gotten there yet.

Working on some music stuff and/or scrolling through reddit.

Working at Monigram

Is there someone you will never forget?

i rarely forget anything :P

i have awful memory lol but that's what journals are for

Sure

Probably most people I love

Is there anyone you trust who you shouldn't?

i trust basically everyone :P

uhhh i dunno, i think everyone deserves my trust?

Ummmm no

No

Is there anyone who hates you?

yeap, what of it

emily and fam

Sophie but idc lol

I dunno, it doesn’t really matter

Would you kill someone for a million dollars?

no,

uhhh i dunno maybe assisted suicide or something, but even then i dunno if i could handle it

I dunno lmao never say bever

Probably not 

What was the best thing that happen to you recently?

hum....i had a nice weekend :) my owl journal was still there

just having a great life!! i won a big award.

Getting the opening slot for the donovan woods show!

Ummm I dunno. Winning a grant I guess

Does the last person who put their arm around you mean something to you?

yeah, he's a cool guy

he's my snuggly.

I love the shit outta him

My honey <3 

Who was the last person you took a picture with?

emily? no idea

not sure!

Grant probs

Ummmm Courtney maybe? 

Should you be liking the person you like right now?

who knows these things,

i dunnooooooo about Paul or Wyatt tbh. but Andrew yea for sure!

Oh my goodness yes yes yes!

He is the best for me :) 

Is there someone who meant a lot to you at one point and aren't around?

absolutely

yep that's life

Yep

Yes

Will your next kiss be a mistake?

no?

no waaay

No!

No

Is there a difference between the word best friend and friend?

course

yep

Yes

Yes

Do you have an older brother?

younger ones..

no :(

No but I have friends who fit the role

No

Do you like pizza?

mmmm yes

i'm eating some right now!!

Love it!

Yes

If you could go back in time and change things, would you?

i guess. i would become a nun at age 8

no

No

No

Have you ever liked someone you didn't expect to?

course, life is weird

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh suuuuuure, i honestly just catch feels for nice people, very low standards for liking people.

Yeah for sure! Sam!

A few people. 

Who was the last person you called?

aaaah, i don't know, i rarely call

andrew probs

Dunno!

No idea

[theshapeshifter100]

Wolf and Raven Chapter 4

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(A/N) This is when the insomnia kicks in

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Wolf awoke abruptly the next day, thrown from sleep. Her nostrils flared as she breathed heavily, glancing around. She was alone in her camp; Raven had gone back to her own hours ago. Fingers of dawn were clawing their way over the mountains; she would have to check on the Warriors soon.

A whine escaped the back of her throat and she curled up, clutching her head. Half remembered images swam in her mind from the dream.

Her screaming, her staff held just out of reach, Nevar’s laughter, the scream of a raven, falling snow, spreading rot. Little insinuations, no words. Nevar never spoke truly, but he always managed to get his meaning across.

Don’t you miss it? He was asking. Don’t you miss the power you had? Do you really think they trust you? The rot is spreading anyway, you can’t win. Raven will never trust you.

Wolf’s snarl echoed in the small clearing. No! She wasn’t doing this again! Nevar only ever dealt in anger and lies. She was stronger now!

With short, angry movements Wolf packed up her camp, shoving everything into bags to be collected later. With a few deep, calming breaths, she went to greet the Warriors in this new day.

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Raven and Wolf briefly met around midday, and Raven handed her a handful of something.

“I am sorry, what have you handed to me?” Wolf asked.

“Feathers, as you had asked,” Raven tilted her head. “Are you well, Wolf?”

“Perfectly!” Wolf forced a smile. “My apologies, my mind is not as sharp as it should be this day. I must return to the Warriors, thank you for these.”

Later in the day when reporting to the Giants, they asked something unexpected.

“Yoooouuu aaaaare troooubllled?”

Wolf paused, breath catching in her throat. “I am.”

“Weeee caaaanooot heeeeelp yooooouuu wiiiith yoooouuur deeemooons,” the Giant informed. “Yoooou muuuust reeeemaaain stroooong. Yooooou aaaaare caaapaable.”

“Thank you,” Wolf inclined her head, not feeling particularly grateful, but knew better than to push.

“Yoooooouuu knoooow theee ruuuuuunes oooooof prooootectiiiioon. Uuuuuse theeeeem.”

“I will.”

Wolf did not see Raven that night, the nightmare still running around her head. She also didn’t sleep, finishing the cloak just as the sun came up the next morning.

She coped the next day, watching the Warriors. They’d been here a week now and were working their way through the challenges. Everything seemed fine.

“DEMON!”

Wolf’s head shot up from where it had lolled and looked around for where the shout had come from. A howl went up, and the Hawks were running from a black cloaked demon.

“No!” Wolf leapt from her tree and stepped between the Warriors and the demon. “Keep going Warriors!”

The demon stared right at her, and her limbs froze in the snow. Humming and faint screaming echoed in the back of her mind, and the whole world narrowed.

A loud scream pierced through roaring in her ears and Wolf startled back. The demon was much closer than it had been a moment ago.

She swiftly scrawled a rune in the snow and turned on her heel back to the Warriors.

In time to see a second demon touch one of them and have them burst into dust.

Horror froze Wolf for a second before she was running.

“GO!” she screamed, grabbing a pinecone and throwing it at the demon to get its attention. “OVER HERE!”

The one behind her burst into ash, but the shouting worked. The second demon turned to face Wolf, who was already scrawling a rune with her boot. The demon shambled closer, moving painfully slowly.

She needed it to come towards her, even as she glanced towards the fleeing Warriors. She could not check on them, not yet. She needed to wait. Even if the approaching demon made her skin crawl and her throat close up.

It got closer to the rune and she stepped back. She matched every step it took, until it was on top of her rune. It burst into smoke upon touching it.

Wolf took a moment to catch her breath before running after the remaining Hawks. The group was shaken but together, minus one.

“My apologies Warriors, for reacting as slowly as I did,” Wolf said. The Warriors did not respond. Wolf fished in her pouch for a rune and grabbed five seeds. The seeds she scattered on the ground and the rune tossed in the air, trying to bring back the lost Warrior.

The rune thudded to ground.

Wolf stared at it. Blinking.

“I am sorry, allow me to…” Wolf picked it back up again and tried to cast it again. Once again, it thudded onto the snowy ground.

Wolf stared at it before slowly picking it back up.

“I, I am sorry. I do not think I am able to revive your teammate. They are lost to the demons.”

The Warriors looked at each other, steeling themselves.

“I will check on the Bears and confer with Raven, but I will make no promises. I will need to make extra protection runes around your camps tonight. Howl if you need me,” Wolf shifted and ran off to check on the Bears.

She ran around the camps, making sure they were sufficiently protected, before running to check in with Raven.

Raven’s expression was neutral, but her fingers were tight on the staff.

“Demons,” they both said at the same time.

“I lost a Warrior to one,” Wolf swallowed. “A Hawk.”

“A Lynx,” Raven swallowed. “I could not revive them.”

“I could not either. I had hoped-”

“As had I. I am not sure why my powers could not bring them back here. Although I have said before that this land does not like me reviving Warriors.”

“I was using the Giant’s runes to bring them back, and it did not work. I do not think it works on demons.”

“That is unfortunate,” Raven took a deep breath. “We will need to watch our Warriors more carefully.”

“That we will,” Wolf agreed. “However,” Wolf pulled out the black cloak, “on a brighter note, I finished this.”

“That is indeed a brighter note,” Raven took the cloak and swung it over herself. It was a heavy cloak; it was supposed to be to keep the wearer warm. The raven, starling and falcon feathers that lined the outside shone in the setting sun, while dark mink, martin, rabbit and silver fox fur lay on the inside, insulating the wearer.

“Are you warmer?”

“Yes. I do believe I am, thank you for this gift Wolf,” Raven adjusted it, since it was heavier to what she was used to. “The Warriors will recover from their loss. It will not be their last.”

“I hope it will be their last,” Wolf admitted.

“You can always hope,” Raven tilted her head. “Is your sleep improving?”

“…No, is it not,” Wolf decided not to lie now. “I will set up stronger runes tonight. That should help.”

“Why do you need runes, are you being attacked in the night?”

“No. I fear that Nevar’s presence here is triggering some memories,” Wolf brought a hand to her temple, remembering the humming and the sound of metal screeching against metal. The mere thought of the laughter made her stomach tie itself into knots.

“You will still be able to continue?”

“Of course,” Wolf waved off. “You need not concern yourself with me.”

“If you are certain,” Raven tilted her head. “Is that why you avoided me last night?”

“Yes. I apologise, I was not in a good state of mind last night. I worked on the cloak that evening to take my mind off sleep.”

“I see,” Raven did not look too convinced, but did not press. “Do you need to report to the Giants?”

“Aye, I do. I will see you tomorrow most likely,” Wolf nodded and raised a hand in farewell before shifting and leaving.

Raven watched her leave, fiddling with her new cloak. “I worry for her,” she muttered to herself. “I worry that she still may not be telling the full truth.”

The Staff flashed purple and she looked at it for a moment, before summoning Raven of Old.

“Tell me, how do the Warriors fare?” he asked his usual question.

“We lost two today to the hands of demons. We will be watching them more closely.”

Raven of Old nodded. “I will continue to keep watch from my realm. It appears the Lynx team may have to take a different route tomorrow, their current one is guarded.”

“Thank you for your warning.”

Raven of Old gave a small smile. “You have a new cloak,” he noted.

“Yes. This climate warranted warmer clothing.”

He nodded again, with some mild approval. “You wear it well. Now tell me, have you been keeping an eye on Wolf?”

“I have. Other than trouble sleeping, she has not been acting suspicious, and appears to the have the Warriors best interests at heart.”

“Hmm. Perhaps people can change with time. Or perhaps it is a ruse. It has happened before on one of these quests. I trusted the wrong ally, although at the time he was playing both sides, masterfully at that.”

“Are you certain she was working with Nevar?” Raven remembered Wolf’s story.

“It did not look good,” Raven of Old said. “Working with him or not, her actions caused the death of an entire camp, and possibly more.”

“I do not deny that, and I don’t think she does either.”

Raven of Old sighed and shook his head. “It is possible she is not the woman I knew. It is possible she is not the woman I thought I knew. Use your own judgement in this matter.”

Raven nodded, “Have you been able to watch her through the talisman?”

“I have not attempted it, but perhaps I shall. I shall see what she up to when she thinks that no one is watching.”

“Thank you Wise One.”

Raven of Old nodded and disappeared in a puff of purple smoke.

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Wolf reported to the Giants about the failure to resurrect.

“Theeee deeemooons aaaarre noooot oooof heeeere. Theeee ruuuuunes wiiiill nooot alwaaaays uuuundooo theeeeir wooooork.”

“I see. What would you advise?”

“Caaaauttiiiion Liiiitlleee Woooooolf. Prooooteeeect thheeee Waaaarriiiooors aaaas beeeeest yooooou caaaan. Taaaaaake heeeeeaaaart, aaaaall iiiiiiss nooooot loooooost.”

“Thank you,” Wolf held her tongue. The Giant slowly lowered her back to the ground, and with great cracking and rumbling, the Giant returned to their slumber, appearing to be a mountain once more.

“I would assume I continue on as I have been,” Wolf added bitterly, rubbing her eyes. “The advice ��take heart’ is not especially useful.”

She shifted to a wolf and went to her camp, unaware of Raven of Old watching her from another realm.

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A/N

The only issue I ever really had with new Raven is the fact that she does not have her own cloak. It's probably to differentiate her from James Mackenzie's Raven, but still! Cloaks are cool! This had to be rectified!

Also, anyone spot the reference to Ervan?

Finally, I will say that if the show had pulled that, not bring back a Warrior seemingly randomly, that would have been not particularly great or sporting, but this is a fanfic so whatever!

Giant Speech

“You are troubled?”

“We cannot help you with your demons,” the Giant informed. “You must remain strong. You are capable.”

“You know the runes of protection. Use them.”

“The demons are not of here. The runes will not always undo their work.”

“Caution Little Wolf. Protect the Warriors as best you can. Take heart, all is not lost.”