#I KNEW I'D EXPLODE IF I DREW THEM LIKE THIS

[shellysaurus-rex]

IM GOING TO AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

hatless version below;

[blackthunder137]

⋆.˚✮˚.⋆imagine mattheo being touchy and fingering you while in class-smut

"baby, i need you so so bad," he whispers in your ear while you were taking down notes in snape's class. you tried to shush him and tell him to go back to work, but he just did not listen. instead, his veiny, strong hand landed on your thigh, his thumb caressing and drawing circles mindlessly, making your skin feel a jolt of electricity. you tried to push his hands away because they were distracting you from focusing on the class. but his hand was firm and wasn't ready to buldge, he then slid his hands up to the hem of your skirt. you glared at him to which he smirked and whispered in your ear, "wanna make you feel good." you bit your lip. "shut up, mattheo. concentrate on the class and do your work." you managed to barely mutter those words out. "i'd rather do you, baby," he replied horsely which made you close your eyes to avoid losing control. he kept on sliding his hand up your thigh and moved your panties to the side, he groaned when he dipped two of his fingers inside your pussy. "fuck baby, you're dripping wet." he stated, his fingers starting to fuck you with such great precision. his skilfull fingers doing wonders to your pussy. his thumb caressing your clit. you tried to hold down your moan by biting your lips but that did not work. you left out a groan because you couldn’t control it in anymore, you hoped that no one heard you. his fingers picked up pace and at this point you long forgot to jot down your notes. his fingers were touching the right spot, over and over again. your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your hand reached out to grab mattheo's wrist. your fingernails dug deep into his skin as your tried to tamp down the moans. your breathing grew shallower and your eyelids started to get heavy which made your classroom a blur. his fingers worked through the final knot in your core after which you exploded. the intensity which which you came, had your legs shaking violently. his massaged your clit one final time after which he drew his fingers out, and licked them. while he was licking his fingers clean, off your cum he whispered "you taste heavely". you could see the nail marks on his wrist which made this scene even more sexier. it made you feel a sense of pride because now the world knows that you are his as you marked him. your breathing steadied, although, you knew your face was still flushed and slick with a little sweat. mattheo kissed the side of your forehead and muttered "good girl," after which he paid attention to the class like he didn't just finger fuck under the table while a class was going on.

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[bonefall]

sorry for the trivial question, feel free to ignore

i've been curious if you have any songs you associate with Bumble (canonic or bb)

for me it's "Smooth criminal" by Michael Jackson and "Don't lose ur head" from six the musical, maybe someday i'd draw a pmv for each of them

love the new ask button design btw

For BB!Bumble, I feel like Constellations by the Oh Hellos is her song. It's about the fall of the Tower of Babel, but also... the way that things explode and change, the loss of meaning after something you love has gone away, how everything is a sort of interpretation.

The opening lines especially bring to mind the First Battle, and its buildup.

How she couldn't translate fast enough, Clear Sky, Thunder Storm, and Tall Shadow eventually ignoring her to shout at each other in Tribemew, The Wind Runner demanding Bumble give the words to her so SHE can shout, King Arc losing patience just wanting his son back.

The way she can feel that it's all about to topple down, the building fury, the horrible dawning that she's lost control and is about to be in the middle of the battlefield.

I can feel it on my tongue; brick and mortar Thick as scripture, drawing lines in the sand and laying borders As tall as towers I babble on until my voice is gone This hill I'll die on is about 90 meters of bricks Coloured indigo, and inscribed with my name, and lined with cedar But the words fall flat like Cymbals crashing, like molars gnashing

The invocations of "constellations" later in the songs also strikes me a certain way, with Bumble in mind. She wasn't raised with a star-based religion. How strange must it have been, for the strength of belief of all the other cats to make it real?

'Cause like constellations a million years away Every good intention, every good intention Is interpolation, a line we drew in the array Clinging to the faces, clinging to the shapes in the silence

The idea that it's all lines we drew, to make meanings. She is a character who grapples with that, too, her own self-worth, purpose, and meaning in early ThunderClan. Especially when (ironically, considering the story of the tower of babel), the languages start to merge into Clanmew and her work isn't needed like it was.

And the end of the song has that, too.

Like constellations imploding in the night Everything is turning, everything is turning And the shapes that you drew may change beneath a different light Everything you thought you knew will fall apart, but you'll be all right

It's her song, in my mind.

I also really like songs from Cass Elliot in her mouth. Make Your Own Kind of Music, Dream a Little Dream of Me, New World Coming, etc.

[the-one-who-lambs]

how many cotl related dreams have you had by now?

Oh my god all my new followers are gonna have to get caught up to speed huh? So if I rotate something in my brain enough, the likelihood of me thinking about it as I'm falling asleep makes my chances of dreaming about it astronomically higher. Most notably, every other month or so I've had like.. a lucid dream where Shamura and I are just vibing in what seems to be their library. (This is why Pura drew me the Shamura profile picture actually.) Results have varied.

I'm just gonna copy and paste directly from my dream log document I have in the notes section of my phone.

-Shamura Lucid dreams. What have we done... Just chatting, talk about fears and shit, gave them a bubble tea (didn't go well), hug (not super comfy but it was nice anyway).. mostly just talk. They suck at jokes. They are literally so sweet and CONSTANTLY DEPRESSED BUT their presence is so comforting I don't know how else to describe it. Such a friend fr. Looked through their library.. I didn't understand anything but it looked cool but also felt like if I looked at anything wrong I'd set myself on fire by accident. Idk. most recently I talked to them about Gender Thoughts™ and just asked them how they knew they were nonbinary and they hit me with a "Well how did you know YOU were nonbinary ::)" motherfucker you are ten steps ahead of me right now. Forget the trans allegory of trying to "crack the egg." They put it in the microwave and tried to fucking explode it.

-Heket was my wife and we went swimming

-Shamura ran a Mexican restaurant, made good nachos

-Abstract dream, saw all five bishops. Just kind of observed stuff from the outside rather than interacting with them but nothing was super clear, other than them reuniting

-dream that lasted like 2 minutes, Shamura with a little Narinder. I think I was like watching an animated short tho, they weren't actually there. (Note: I still want this so bad)

-I was the Lamb and I went crusading and when I was done Leshy gave me a reward. I don't know why. I chose having a new scar (love that getting injured was my reward) and another choice was like .. the bishops had stronger weapons to fight me with?

-Kallamar (I'm pretty sure from @meatcatt's Redo AU. Great I'm dreaming about AUs of friends now.) was in his Gaming Hole™ and I went to say hi but I startled him and he like... Broke his mug or something and the noise woke me up at 4:45 in the morning.

-Choose ur starter pokémon (Bishop). They were all little and lying down on a table. I wasn't able to pick just one so I made some fried rice instead?? Also I was moving into a house with Ryan (note: my younger brother. I'm the first of 4 kids, he's the second of us)

-I was immediately transported back to 6th grade with all the knowledge I have now and started making predictions about the future that were all correct because I had lived it. One of the things I predicted was some sort of apocalypse that involved a red fungus taking over the world. All of the Bishops were responsible for this, and I distinctly remember Kallamar in a spaceship.

-Leshy disintegrated in front of me???? I think I killed him with my mind I'm SO SORRY LESHY

-Saw Shamura on 3 separate occasions on one night. One they were helping me win a competition to win a house but the house was boobytrapped and haunted and I had to get through the boobytraps to win it wait how were they helping me exactly?, second we were farming together I think in that exact house and we had like so many vegetables I couldn't fucking move and third we were selling ice cream together.

-I saw Narinder!!! Finally!! I was in some. Sermon thing. And he was giving a speech about peace for his followers. Idk (oh wait I didn't remember I had dreamt about him before)

-Had a dream that I became Heket's vessel. At the end of the dream, she turned against me and tried to reclaim her crown. I didn't see that one coming, somehow. Also, the fight took place in my parents's bathroom.

[silverbladexyz]

hello!!! I'd like to request some hcs for my believed Ayatsuji Yukito with a gn!reader who's not very good in things related to calculations, chem and all that but very well versed in creatives fields? like plays instruments, draws a lot and knows a lot of literary references :D thank u sm and have a nice day keke

Helloooooo!!! Reader is kind of like me; while calculations and chemistry and anything to do with maths is doable, I'm actually more of a creative person lmao.

The image used is not mine. It belongs to it's original owner.

TW: None

Ayatsuji with a GN!S/O who is well versed in creative fields

-Okay, well Ayatsuji teased you a lot at first about maths, science, just anything in that field which requires the left side of the brain

-Like he knows that he's smarter than most people, but he's never met a person who couldn't find the integral of 1/2x^2. Sometimes he wonders if he should get a tutor for you

-But one day you actually helped him solve a case, despite his impressions of you. Ayatsuji was ready to tear his hair out because he just couldn't get an impression of the perpetrator, but you actually managed to draw a very vivid and accurate picture of the perpetrator according to the witness's descriptions and clues

-This caused Ayatsuji to think twice of you. You'll find that after a little while, he would start asking you for your help on his cases. Your drawings were always accurate and never failed to help him catch the murderer. It wasn't long before he fell for your creative side

-When you two got into a relationship, he was curious about your creativeness, and often asked you about your hobbies. I feel like Ayatsuji is one to appreciate art and artistic talents, but he's never had that much time to admire art in general because of his occupation

-Play some pieces for him on your instruments! Doesn't matter if it's a Bach fugue or a nocturne by Chopin, Ayatsuji will love it, because he seems like the type to like classical music as it's more complex and fun to analyse. He likes listening to you play in silence, while sipping a coffee or gazing at the sunset. You even offered to teach him how to play your instruments, and he took you up on your offer, but he still prefers listening to you play

-I feel like Ayatsuji finds the trait of using literary references in appropriate places attractive. Like it makes the person seem more fancy and sophisticated, and he definitely likes people like that. So he might even have a battle of literary references with you sometimes just to see how much you knew actually he does that because he thinks your smexy when you’re saying them

-Also likes to look at your drawings when you’re done with them. Now he will actually critique them a bit, but he mostly praises you and tells you what a good job you’ve done. You drew him once and now Ayatsuji treasures that drawing forever

-Since you’re creative, Ayatsuji is so going to make dolls with you. Now you actually add some extra decorations and style to the dolls that you create, and it’s a fresh contrast to the usual dolls that are stored in his basement. He loves your creativeness when it comes to dolls, and he shows it to nobody else apart from himself

-Now he will actually try to teach you math, science, physics, just anything that needs logic to figure the answer out. While he will still tease you every now and then, he’ll be chill and find out how you learn the best. Also gives you breaks when he sees your brain about to explode from all the calculations

-Your strengths fit with his perfectly; him being logical and you being creative. With this mix, no criminal dares to go up against you two now. Talk about a soft power couple, am I right?

-You two are Tsujimura’s OTP and she is already making all the wedding cards and organisation for your marriage with Ayatsuji already invite me please

@pixyys @pianotross @nekokinax @i-just-like-goats @xxelfmamaxx @yuugen-benni @yukitomybeloved @sariel626 @lakeside-paradise @arisu-chan4646  @catzlivedforbsd

[seigephoenix]

The Not Finale 2

The second part in the Not Finale series for Siobhan and Crow. Is Siobhan more stubborn than Shaxx? Well, she could probably give him a run for his glimmer for certain. Nevia belongs to the wonderful @shaken-veil

Content Warning: more trauma discussion, some angst, is there room for growth? Perhaps.

“Has her kick gotten stronger?”  Cayde hopped on one foot while he rubbed at the sore spot while watching Siobhan leave.  Nevia merely sighed in exasperation at his antics before turning to Crow.  She saw him watching Siobhan’s back disappear before releasing a sigh and Nevia gave into the thought she'd had since the very night Siobhan left the Tower.

The resounding smack echoed through the small area they were in.  Cayde froze and looked over at the two in silent amusement.  Crow yelped and grabbed the back of his head, before turning to glare at Nevia.  She shook out her hand as her palm throbbed in slight pain from the impact, she’d smacked him good.  “What was that for!?”

“For being an idiot.”  Crow grumbled at Nevia's words, but he didn’t object.  Nevia saw the regret on his face and wondered what caused it.  She had an idea why Siobhan avoided Crow but no matter how much they fought about it, Siobhan refused to go back to the Tower unless Crow was on a mission.

“I know.”  Surprise filled Nevia's eyes and she looked at Crow who kept his eyes in the direction Siobhan had gone, he could just barely see her cloak now.  She wasn’t gone completely but the distance was there between all of them and her.  He rubbed at his chest at the ache there.  “I was cruel.  I was hurting, in pain, confused, and so I lashed out at her because she was there.”  Nevia crossed her arms.  “I told her I never wanted to see her again.”  Nevia’s arms dropped as she realized just how bad the situation was.  Anger at both of them filled her and she exploded.

“You're the reason she left!?  I thought she was just being stupid but you said that?”  Crow nodded and Nevia threw her hands in the air.  “Idiots.  Both of you!”  Yet she couldn't help the urge to meddle.  “Try saying I'm sorry, Crow.  It would go a long way.”  With that she huffed and headed after Siobhan.  Though she didn’t know just how much it would help if Siobhan decided to dig in her heels.  Everyone claimed Lord Shaxx had a legendary stubbornness, but that was nothing compared to her best friend.

Campsite

Siobhan sat on the farthest edge of the camp, she heard them talking about the next step they needed to take.  She just couldn’t bring herself to join them.  Nevia and Cayde needed this time to settle things between them and she just…  She just couldn’t bring herself to talk to Crow.  Ever since they started the mission, lingering memories haunted her steps.  The memory of that fateful encounter on the Forbidden Shore.  She squeezed her eyes and willed the whispered words away.  Arawn floated by her head and told her to go sit by the fire but Siobhan refused.  Arawn complained about stubborn Guardians and she merely stuck out her tongue at him.  Siobhan tilted her head back and scanned the skies of the Traveler sensing the pain it was going through.  She promised to free it from the Witness’s hold.  Even if that took everything from her, she knew Arawn agreed.  This was their purpose.  To defend the Traveler from the Darkness.  Siobhan didn't want to say the words out loud so she settled for thinking them.  Her thoughts were disrupted by the sound of boots approaching.  Her lips settled into a thin line as she debated what to say to him.

“I've kept out of your way this entire time. I'd like to be left alone right now.”  Siobhan sensed Arawn's hesitation and she sighed.  “Unless it's about the mission, then I'm ready to report.” She gave him a mock salute while leaning back that drew his brows together.  He wasn’t quite used to the mocking tone that was so prevalent in her lately.

“More of your humor?” She wrinkled her nose at him.  “What?”  Glint suddenly appeared beside him and floated in front of Siobhan.  He never sensed any hostility from this Guardian.  Never.  Even when the rest all showed derision, violence, and hatred.  They all hurled insults, used their Light against them, and so many declared they’d kill his Guardian.  Even Nevia had a knee jerk reaction to seeing Crow.  But this one never did.  Instead, Glint had sensed a despair so deep he worried it cracked her soul.  Until he found out she was the one that killed Crow, he wondered what had caused such an intense feeling.  Now he knew.  He knew that the regret still chased her and that she carried a heavy burden all alone.

“Hello Glint.” Siobhan smiled at him and his shell fluttered at the warmth in her voice.  She held up her hand and Crow reached for him.  “If you think I'm the type to destroy another Guardian's Ghost, then I have no words for you Crow.”  Siobhan sent him an icy glare that froze him in his tracks.  Glint happily settled into her palm and Arawn joined him.  “I'm happy to see you two getting along.”

“Yes, I remember Glint's travels in finding his Guardian.”  Arawn told them.  “Remember, we saw him in the Cosmodrome once.”

“Oh!  That was you Glint?” Glint bobbed in agreement and Siobhan gave him a warm smile.  “I'm pleased you found him then.”  Even if the reason he did was because of her actions.  She left that part silent.

“I heard my sister sent you a pardon?” Siobhan snorted and looked over her shoulder at him.  He could see the barely contained amusement there.

“Shockingly, yes she did.  A pardon for killing Prince Uldren Sov of the Awoken.  And I did the proper thing and thanked her, even to the Awoken's standard.” Siobhan laughed as Glint and Arawn floated up, leaving a trail of sparkles on her hand.  It helped ease the pain in her heart.  She didn't need Mara's forgiveness, though she wasn't stupid enough to turn it down.  Siobhan knew that she'd never forgive herself.  The regret pulled her down like a weight chained to her heart.  How could she forgive herself?  The second person she had loved was dead because of her, just like the first.  There wasn’t any forgiveness meant for her and she knew it.

“I see.  Look, I need to talk to you.”  Siobhan sighed and watched Glint go back to Crow.  She didn’t particularly want to open up that can of worms.  They didn’t need any distractions from the mission, it was critical they succeed.

“Is now really a good time?  We've got to save the Traveler.”  She didn't want to rehash the past.  He'd said everything he needed to say back then.  Her heart couldn't take another confrontation like that.  He deserved to yell at her, to get out every single feeling he had regarding her part in his death.  She just didn’t think it would be a good idea now.  He’d get it all out, the others would get involved, and then it would be awkward with all the silence and tension.

“Yes.  It has to be now.” Siobhan looked up at him and then back at the camp.  Two equally awkward scenarios but she let out an exasperated breath.  Arawn looked at her in concern when she got to her feet and faced Crow.  Fine, if he really wanted to hash this out.  Siobhan could take a little more emotional beatings for the moment, and she’d have some times to just be by herself while they tracked down Ikora.

“Fine then.  Lead the way,” Siobhan grumbled and clasped her hands behind her head.  Crow gave a terse nod and walked away from camp.  She felt Nevia's eyes on her back but didn't look at her.  She knew Nevia wanted her to get along with Crow, she’d lectured Siobhan about how if she could get along with Crow then Siobhan could do it too.  She saw how much healing Nevia had done, and so she kept Crow's words to herself.  No need to let Nevia know how bad it was between them.  Let her think it was Siobhan's issues.  Crow deserved a clean slate, completely.  She’d worked damned hard to make sure he didn’t have any burdens left.  She did keep the fact she put out a Tower wide blast to all Guardians to leave Crow alone or she’d rain down hellfire on them a secret.

Siobhan leaned against a rock when they came to a stop.  She was braced for his anger, for the lashing out, for anything.  “Alright, let's have at it.” She sighed and crossed her arms.  Crow kept his back to her and she waited.  It took him only a moment to begin speaking, but she didn’t expect what he had to say.

“I remember what happened during the final fight between us.” Siobhan's eyes widened but she didn't say anything.  He had lashed out at her last time with the same words.  I know you’re the one who killed me.  “I listened this time.  I don't like dwelling on it, but Glint told me to look back.  To see if it was like you said.”

“And?” Siobhan asked.

“It's like you said.  I pushed you until you had no choice.  Riven would have used me to free herself.” Crow clenched his fist.  “As a Guardian I understand the choice you made.” 

Siobhan was stunned.  She reminded herself that this just meant he understood, not that he forgave her.  You don’t deserve any forgiveness.  She heard that voice in the back of her mind, slithering and coiling around her heart.  Two men died because of you, both at your hand.  How many more will die because of you?  Siobhan saw he was waiting for a response from her.  She didn't know what to say, words weren't her strength.  Especially when it came to expressing her feelings.  She swallowed the lump of feelings in her throat as she struggled to put her emotions into words.

“I'm.  I am sorry.”  Crow's eyes widened and Siobhan sighed.  “For keeping it from you but I saw you were happy.  Then I saw you with Amanda and I thought you truly had a second chance at everything.  You deserved that second chance.  So, I kept my mouth shut.”  Glint flexed his shell and hovered by Siobhan's head.  She wondered what the little Ghost was about, but she didn’t need to wait for long.  Glint bobbed by her head before slamming into her forehead.  “Agh!” She cried out and rubbed at the spot.  She grumbled a bit as her fingers massaged the stinging spot.  “I deserve that one.”  Crow grabbed Glint before he could execute another blow.

“Glint.”  Glint huffed and stared at Siobhan.  He now understood just how heavy the burden she carried was.  Sure they had their own guilt, one that Crow couldn’t quite shake.  He’d killed Cayde.  By doing so that had set Siobhan on the path that could only have one outcome.  They got a second chance to be happy, but what about her?  His optic narrowed as he saw the shadows in her eyes.  Glint huffed and addressed Siobhan again.

“Arawn told me you have your memories.” Siobhan paused and shot a panicked look up at Glint.  He hadn’t expected another Guardian to have memories of their past.  It wasn’t supposed to be like that.  Guardians did not possess memories of their past, that had to do in part with the whole resurrection thing.  “So it's true.  How?  How did it happen?”

“Nothing like what happened with Crow.  Mine happened when we lost our Light.  I had really odd dreams about a woman named Selene.  These dreams involved Uldren and the queen.  It freaked me the hell out, I didn’t need some weird woman tracking me down while I was trying to get my Light back.  So, we look into the Awoken records and lo and behold.  My face looks out at us.”  Siobhan sighed and shook her head.  “When I lost my connection to the Traveler, the memories of my past life surfaced.  I suppose it was because my death wasn't so long in the past that my mind was able to recall them.”

“So, you know?” Siobhan let out a small breath.  This was going to be super awkward but she knew it had to be out in the open.  Crow seemed to want it said as well.  She rubbed at her temple and nodded.

“That I was once Selene Corinnj, assassin and infiltrator with the Crows and lover to the Awoken prince?  Yeah.  Yeah, I remember all of it now.”  Crow took a step back at her words but Siobhan sent him a scathing look.  “Don't.  I'm not holding anything against you.  You were probably angry and hurt when I casually walked up to your sister's throne that day.”  Uldren’s instant hostility made a lot more sense when her memories returned.  While their relationship had been a shade past the side of toxic, Selene had cared deeply for the prince.  She figured Uldren had cared for Selene in his own way, but had no memory of him confirming anything with her past self.

“I.  I was shocked.  That doesn't excuse what I did.” Crow crossed his arms and Siobhan looked at him.  She studied him for a moment but he refused to meet her eyes.  She leaned over but he shifted away from her, the aura patterns on his cheeks standing out against his skin.  Siobhan couldn’t help the laugh as she realized what happened.

“Are you embarrassed?  Don't be.  I enjoyed it.”  Crow and Glint both panicked at her words and Siobhan doubled over at their reaction.  “Your face!”  They both sent her identical scathing glares as she wound down from her laughter.

Crow's face settled into a frown as she straightened and wiped at her eyes.  Arawn floated beside her, chastising her for the reaction.  “I'm trying to say…” They both turned to him and Crow found the words stuck in his throat.  How could he have ever thought she killed him so easily?  Not when he heard how she absolutely refused to participate in the Crucible, and barely in the Gambit.  Crow sighed.  “I forgive you.”  Siobhan paused and looked up at him.  “You did everything you could to convince him, me, off that path.  And you made the right choice.”  Siobhan winced at his words.  “What?”

“Never thought I'd hear those words.  Dunno how to react to that.” Siobhan rubbed the back of her head.  Siobhan certainly didn’t expect the forgiveness but she had no idea what to do with it.  Perhaps she could put it off until after they dealt with the whole Witness thing?  Hopefully Crow would see the wisdom in that.  She leaned back against the rock and blew out a breath.  “Can we work together now?  Do you trust me at your back?”  She held out her hand towards him and Crow studied it.

“I trust you at my back.”  Crow grabbed her hand and shook it.  Siobhan ignored the tiny spark that burned in her before he pulled back from the handshake.  They could work together now, and that was all she needed.

“Well, that’s over with.  I'll try to get a nap in.” Siobhan headed over to her spot leaving Crow standing there.

“Something doesn't feel right Glint.”  Glint looked up at Crow before focusing on Siobhan’s back.  “But I don't know what it is.”

[baredwolf]

"They're gray," I said in disgust. Like ashes, like dust.

"What?" Bree said, my radiant wife, whose wings shone with a rainbow of colors so beautiful it almost hurt to see them. Her brow furrowed in confusion.

I flexed my new wings, freshly unfurled and still drying, wondering if I twisted this way or that I would see some hint of color, some streak of brightness in their downy softness. But all I saw was a flat sea of gray. A yawning emptiness devoid of color.

"Look at them. There's no color at all." I flared them wide. My nose wrinkled in disgust as I looked at them. Still, I couldn't help marveling at the stretch of my new muscles.

Her confused expression twisted in a way that I knew meant she was hiding a secret, curving into a fey smile. She approached me, her fingers flitting softly over my wings. Her touch was almost enough to make me forget my worries. Almost--but not quite. I had seen other fairies around with gray patches on their wings, but none that were solid gray. I had imagined I would have wings radiant to match Bree's, as married fairies' wings so often changed to match their spouse--in color, pattern, or otherwise.

There was a human saying that opposites attract, but I didn't think it applied to fairy wings.

Bree drew close and stroked her fingertips lovingly across my cheek. "Just wait, my love," she murmured. "You'll see soon enough." She placed a feather-light kiss on my lips and flitted away giggling.

I sighed in frustration. Nothing about my transformation from human to fairy had been what I had imagined. Somehow, I had thought I would go to sleep within the tightly furled bud of a flower and awaken as a fairy with wings as radiant as my wife's.

Instead, I had endured...well. I'd rather not talk about it, really. And at the end, I had these wings the color of an overcast sky.

As the days passed, my mood began to match my wings. I noticed changes still occurring in me, even though Bree assured me the worst of the transformation was over. My hair darkened, my ears sharpened in shape and in hearing, and the fairy world felt more and more like home. I couldn't help being upset about my wings, though. I knew they were not just ugly, but weird, too. Everywhere I went, fairies stopped what they were doing and stared. I was used to Bree drawing attention with her wings--I had not been prepared to end up with the opposite sort of attention.

Then, one day, I opened my eyes and gasped. The world around me had shattered into thousand--no, a million--new colors, none of which I had names for. I looked around the tiny house I shared with Bree, desperate to drink them all in. I shook her awake, unable to form words.

"What--" I gasped, still staring around me in fascination. Bree's sleepy expression vanished in an instant. Her eyes danced as a gleeful grin spread across her face.

"You can see!" she exclaimed. She cupped my face in her hands and kissed my lips in delight.

"What?" I said, again. A small part of me worried that my brain had become fried and Bree would divorce me because I would only say one word for the rest of my life.

Of course, fairies have no concept of divorce. And Bree was already taking me by the hands and drawing me out of bed. As she did, her wings spread.

I thought I might faint. I had seen every color of the rainbow in her gorgeous wings--and now I saw every new color in them as well. Shades of tones and hues for which I had no names, but which dazzled and thrilled my senses.

"Is this--" I said, logic tripping into place like a stone tumbling into a lakebed.

"Part of the transformation, yes," Bree smiled. "Our eyes are not so limited as a human's." I reached out and gently stroked her wing. She tipped her head back, eyes closing in pleasure, as I ran my fingers over the colors that had exploded into existence. I was ready to drag her back to bed when she said, "Now, look at your wings."

For a long moment, I was frozen, paralyzed by the fear that I would see that same, dull gray color in a world that had just exploded into rainbows. Bree opened her eyes and smiled softly.

"Trust me, my love," she murmured, wrapping her arms around my waist and stroking my back where my wings emerged. I fixed my gaze on hers. There was nothing but love in her eyes. Emboldened, I spread my wings.

Gray, ugly, and out of place though they may be, I understood Bree didn't care. But her expression changed to that wicked smirk again, the one that hid secrets and promised adventures.

"Look at them," she said. Fear clenched in my gut. I tore my gaze from hers and forced myself to look at my wings.

I gasped.

Every new color of the fairy world was splashed across them in a dazzling array. My wings weren't gray--they weren't even rainbows. Like Bree's, they were every color. They were everything.

"Told you so!" Bree giggled.

"YOU KNEW?" I shouted. Bree laughed and danced away, tossing a grin at me over her shoulder as she leaped back onto our bed.

You married a fairy and experienced drastic physical changes. Enduring intense hunger, constant salivation, and even the strange sensation of your body dissolving inside a cocoon. But you hate the color of your wings. You are sorrowful and disappointed, despite your partner consoling you.

[casspurrjoybell-32]

Burn For Me - Chapter 25a

*Warning Adult Content*

Conner Carmichael

I burst through the door, only to be greeted by an army of surprised hunters.

Well... now that I was on the inside, it was a lot bigger than the outside looked.

"What the fuck?" someone exclaimed before they all suddenly began reaching for their weapons.

Caspian took over then and I felt him take the reins of my body, just as my wolf would.

I felt a power rage into my blood as he ran towards the group.

It was like nothing I'd ever experience before.

It was warm as it circulated though out me.

I barreled through the hunters before they had a chance to get their bearings.

'Now Connor,' Caspian said and instantly I knew what he wanted.

Forcing the unknown power forward took a bit longer than I though and as I concentrated I knew the wolf deity was protecting me by using my body to fend them off.

When I opened my eyes I saw quite a few hunters unconscious on the floor.

I suddenly moved over right before the shot of a gun sounded and I heard the hazardous bullet wiz past my ear.

I turned to the culprit and initially reached my hand out towards him only to have a fierce blue light shoot from my fingers.

It pierced the man in the chest and left a burning hole behind.

I watched him drop to his knees and slam onto the ground, dead.

'Lighting?' I questioned silently as I stared at my hands.

'Electricity, compliments of your Head Elder for sending it back into our hands,' he told me and I frowned.

What did the Elder have to do with this power?

'Don't worry about it now. Hurry up, Connor. You don't have time to stop,' Caspiann told me and I nodded.

'You are right,' I agreed and a delicious taste of bloodlust filled me.

"I'm taking my mate back," I growled aloud to the crowd of dead men with a sinister smile as I lifted my hands up towards the whole lot of them and relished the look of fear in all their faces.

The smell of burnt flesh made me gag just a little but I was too busy to notice to much as I ran down the hall toward the smell of my mate's blood.

I found the basement door that reeked of my mate's blood and I went down to tear the door off its hinges when the sting caught me off guard.

'Ah', I hissed backing away from it.

"Silver."

In that moment I felt a presence behind me and I turned around quicker than they thought and I flipped them down onto the ground in front of the door.

My hand settled on their chest and the shock of electricity seized their body till it moved no more.

Quickly, I ripped their uniform into a strip of rag and wrapped it around my hand and threw the door open.

I ran down the dark staircase, coming to a stop at the end of it.

I looked up with my wolf's night vision, trying to see where my mate was, when I spotted him on the wall.

My stomach rebelled against what I saw and I had to cover my mouth.

"Oh Moon Goddess," I whimpered, staggering up to my mate.

There were huge nails holding him a few feet in the air.

The blood leaking from his wounds was a constant flow, where it left a huge puddle on the floor.

He looked unbelievably pale, as he was pinned there to the damn wall.

A roar escaped my mouth and surprisingly it wasn't all me.

Caspian was enraged and it was sending me into another killing frenzy, not that I minded ripping another army full of heads off hunters.

'Disgusting,' Caspian roared in my head.

I gazed up into my mate's face, hoping for any sign he was alive but what I saw instead, sent my blood to ice.

"Oh no."

Teagan's eyes were vacant as he stared into nothing.

There were dark circles under his eyes, like he hadn't slept in years.

It made him look so sickly.

I noticed a silver mask was strapped to his face like a muzzle for a dog and I could smell his flesh burning along with it.

"Those fuckers," I exclaimed, my canines exploded so forcefully from my mouth I could taste blood.

'This is unforgivable,' Caspian snarled.

I looked back into my mate's ragged eyes, as I drew the nails from his body as quickly as I could and I saw that he didn't flinch.

His eyes just stayed vacant, like nothing could reach him anymore.

The last nail clattered to the floor and I caught him as he fell.

"Teagan, babe," I whispered to him past the lump forming in my throat.

I gathered him in my arms trying to make him look at me.

It was no use, his gaze hadn't moved on inch in all that.

"What did they do to you?" I cried into his chest.

"Oh well. It looks like my pet has been found. Whatever shall I do?" a familiar mocking voice grated in my ears and I swore my body exploded in goosebumps.

I snapped my head around to see the fucking nut from our last mission standing behind me.

"You crazy bastard," I said heaving, trying to get more air in my choked lungs.

"It's 'Commander' actually," he said smiling as he walked towards me.

My body instantly hunched over my mate protectively.

"Get any closer to him and I'll kill you," I warned him.

He just laughed, as he came towards me and squatted in front of me.

His head was tilted, as he stared at me.

"Oh. Poor little wolfy is scared. Isn't he?" the man smiled disgustingly.

He got off on this repulsive act in tormenting and playing with peoples minds and that was what pissed me off.

He was the reason Teagan has digressed right back to when I first met him.

"You're sick in the head," I screamed.

I lunged at him with extended claws, missing him by an inch.

"Ha-ha... I am just passing the time, pup."

He laughed leaning forwards again inches from my face.

His blue eyes stared into my own green and suddenly I felt the distant burning pain from the last time we were together.

"Do you feel it, boy?" he whispered to me and I started panting.

"You were one delicious morsel, let me tell you that. Not as good as my pet but a close second," he shrugged.

His nonchalant attitude was getting on my last nerve.

Without a warning I threw my hand in his face letting out a blast of lighting.

He fell back lying motionless.

I got him... it was over... sighing, I reached for Teagan as I stood bringing him to his feet.

I had to get him home... I had to fix whatever that maniac had been done to him and this time no one was touch him or locking him away again.

I watched his empty eyes and expression behind that damn mask and struggled to carry his dead weight up the stairs.

I had to get this mask off his somehow. We were more than halfway.

"Kill it," a sharp tone was said from the bottom of the basement which took me by surprise.

Didn't I kill him?

But I didn't have much time to think about that as I felt myself falling down the stairs.

It felt like everything was going in slow motion as I caught my mate at the last moment suddenly move and push me.

I was in free fall as I stared at my mate in utter confusion as I hit the bottom of the stairs.

It took the breath right out of me and a pain exploded in the back of my head that made everything turn black around me.

"Uh," was a harsh sound, as the air was forced from my lungs, as I landed on my back. I was frozen, my eyes glazed over from the pain, as the world came back into focus. I was struggling for air, when I heard something.

'Connor,' Castien was back in my head.

'Move," just like before he took control and rolled me over just in time for Teagan's fist to came down in the very spot my chest would have been and I watch the dirty old fractured cement ground implode and splinter under his knuckles.

I stared at his fist for more than I should have but I couldn't believe my eyes.

My... my mate... just attacked me.

He would have killed me just now.

"Teagan. What the hell are you doing?" I screamed.

I couldn't hold back the fear deep inside.

It was more than that... it was felt like my heart was being squeezed and exploding inside.

I got no answer as the next attack came, fast.

This time I was ready and hopped to my feet in time for the kick to miss by a millimeter from my face.

But that wasn't all my mate had for me and he came at me viciously.

Thank the Moon Goddess, I had sparing matches with him before because there would have been no way I could have kept up in this fight.

Punch after punch, block after block, I kept up with his movements.

I noticed he wasn't using his fire but I'm pretty sure it was because it was useless in this fight, I was immune to his power... but not his kicks.

I was sent flying up the stairs this time.

I threw my weight into an aerial back flip and caught the edge of one of the steps with my hands.

I stood there in a hand stand before I let my lower half fall down till my feet hit the ground and stood.

Quickly, I turned and ran out the door and into the body ridden church.

The sun shone down on the decorative stain glass windows casing the whole area, pews and all in a colorful godly light... showcasing the massacre I caused earlier.

I heard the sound of pounding footsteps and once again I started to run towards the front of the church.

I turned swiftly just in time, reaching my hand out and grabbed Teagan's flying foot in my grasp and threw him in front of me a few feet away.

"Stop this Teagan, what has gotten into you?" I said in distress.

I watched him struggle to his feet, staggering a bit like he was on his last legs.

I whimpered softly stepping only a foot before my body froze.

'No,' Castien ordered.

Teagan turned to face me and I looked on in shock.

Teagan's black eyes were blank as before as he stared at me through his messy black hair.

"You don't even know what you're doing, do you?" I stated, as it dawned on me.

"Correct boy."

I snapped my head back to see the unscathed crazy bastard walking up the aisle over all his dead comrades.

"This is what my pet was made for. What he was trained for. To kill without question... to follow orders... the orders that I give him. After all he is my dog, my greatest creation."

His blue eyes once again found mine.

"Don't you think I trained him well?"

He tilled his head in inquisitiveness.

"Go to hell, you fucking psycho," I growled.

A pain in my jaw, sent me flying into a pew, cracking it in half, as it crumbled under my sudden weight.

I slumped back disoriented spitting out blood from my mouth.

What the hell was that?

"Oh, it's a bad idea to take your eyes off my pet, he's a sneaky one, always has been," he chuckled.

Grunting, I wrestled my way back up on my feet, swaying as I went.

Glancing up I saw the man walk up to Teagan and caress his hand from one side of his masked jaw to under his chin brining Teagan's face close to his.

"He was only back with me for three days but I think my training is working splendidly," he grinned.

Growling I marched on unsteady legs.

"I'll never let you have him," I told him firmly as I sent a bolt of electricity towards him but Teagan jumped in the way taking the full brunt of it.

I gasped in horror as it hit him right in the chest where his heart was.

"No," I cried running towards him.

'No, no, no, no, Teagan please.'

I reached him only to be caught by the throat and lifted from the ground.

I looked through blurred eyes as the air was stopped from my lungs, Teagan was unharmed.

My power couldn't hurt him just like his couldn't hurt me.

"Eeeh," I choked.

"It's too bad you are mates. Your death would have gone a lot faster by now but since you can't burn, I guess beating you to death, is just the way to go."

He turned to Teagan.

"Finish it," he commanded with a sick smile.

Instantly, Teagan tightened his hand around my throat and I knew this was it.

'We were too late little one, there is no way for me to get you out of this without using the last of your energy,' Caspian's sorrowful voice began to fade the tighter the hand around my neck squeezed.

I was dying... again but this time... by my own mate's hands.

'I guess... I'll be... seeing... you again,' I thought to him.

I gazed at Teagan once more as the dark spots started ebbing into my vision but what I found, squeezed my heart just has hard, as the hand around my neck.

My eyes followed the trail of tears, running down his expressionless face and into his cursed mask.

'Oh Teagan.'

"I love you," I wheezed, through my crushed windpipe.

Teagan Bateman

I could hear the sound of a sluggish heartbeat became slower and slower.

There was a warmth in my hand as a familiar tingling sensation consumed my entire arm, it stung a bit as if it was revolting against something.

I could smell the scent of something I'd grown accustomed to, the ocean and dew of the morning bombarded my scenes mixed in with a metallic odor.

Connor, it was Connor I smelled.

Frowning I loosened my hand from around something as my eyes began to focus enough for me to see a limp Connor in my hand as... I... strangled him?

I think my heart completely stopped as I let my mate go and grabbed him in my arms.

'What have I done? What have I done?' I screamed in my head to shock to actually speak.

I heard the constant whimpering in my head grow louder as I realized and agonized over what I just did.

"I killed him," my voice creaked with so much emotion I didn't know where to start.

"Yes, you did," a voice sounded behind me and I knew exactly who it was.

I placed Connor down softly before turning and tacking the bastard down to the ground the surprise on his face gave me great pleasure as I heard his head hit the ground hard.

I caught him off guard and I took advantage of it.

I raised my head as I let all the emotions I was feeling, the rage, sorrow, guilt, despair all fill me as the weirdest sound came out of my mouth, a thunderous growl, almost like a roar come through the mask.

Then a familiar pain came to my body, engulfing my whole being.

Black fur sprouted from my skin, my mouth was growing and straining against the silver masked till it began to creak and bend at the buckle at the back.

My hands were turning into huge paws by the Commander's disoriented head.

Moments later the mask fell off clinking off to the side.

My vision was clouded in red as I stood over my 'Master' fully wolf for the first time since my very first shift.

I hadn't been able to change like this for years from all the shots they injected me with.

But now the wolf was stronger and more bloodthirsty than ever as it took over quickly and swiftly moved my head down and bit brutally into the Commander's neck pulling a chunk of flesh with a tug of my head.

"Ahh," the man screamed so loud it echoed off the acoustic in the church.

The very sound was like music to my ears.

He pushed at me, his hands touching my fur, sent a terrible fire in my veins.

He was doing that thing again, when he would make me weak and black out for days.

That pain he gave me, always made me want to die quickly.

I attacked every inch of his neck and chest, biting into him while he tried to get me off with his creepy power.

It wasn't going to work this time though, not after everything this monster had done to me.

It was time to get my pay back for years of endless torture and I was going to do just as I said.

Bathe in his blood and with that thought... I went back for another chunk.

[forthesanityofstorytellers]

Hi buddy! Its Athena, I'm sending this out to all my mutuals - what got you into writing, what inspires you, who inspires you and what music inspires you to write? what do you love about writing?

Hi Athena!

I'm pretty sure storytelling was always in my blood...or at least in my mind. I was coming up with stuff before I knew how to write, using pictures and telling whoever would listen what they related to 😂

I even still have a 'book' that my mom made where she took my drawings and asked me about each one, wrote down what I said, put them in order an then folded and stapled them together. She encouraged it as I grew; there was an old kit that was circulating when I was in maybe second/third grade where you wrote out a story, put them in order, drew pictures, etc and put them into this large envelope and sent it off to whatever company was doing the kit at the time and they'd send you back a hardbound copy of your work. I actually have two of those but one of them never got sent in because I didn't finish it in time so I just have a roughly stapled version of the papers and a half-written story somewhere, lol

Anything can inspire me at this point (music included, I'm one of those that will be randomly listening to a song before going 'AH CHARACTER/PLOT DEVELOPMENT' and hyperfixating on said song for the next few days while I write insanely), I once wrote a drabble (?I think it was) about a bubble because I saw it flying around in the kitchen and went "hm. If this thing was aware of itself what would it be thinking of?" I'm special 😂

For a 'who' I'd have to say my dad. Not for anything in particular, I just...owe my love of reading, fantasy, story/plot analysis, critical thinking, puzzle-solving, nerdness, and general "luring stray thoughts into my lair with tasty treats and train them into full-on stories and subjects before unleashing them on the unsuspecting public" to him.

I don't know what I love about writing, really. It's more like if I don't write I think my anxiety would spike until my head exploded and there would be a bunch of little Sanity's running around causing chaos. It's a matter of public safety that I continue to write and contain all the gremlins in their literary cages.

And now you've gotten a glimpse into Sanity's brain, whether you were looking to know that much about me or not! 😂

Thanks for the ask!!

[kyglow]

when she reinforced that she had been busy he would take it at face value and nodded with eyes diverting down to the floor. not wanting to upset or trigger her into needing to prove it since miller was primarily here to discuss the hurdle they were facing and to clarify some things as to where they would go and how they would behave around each other especially since miller knew her partner and had even accepted a few jobs here and there from him. comfortable and more relaxed they weren't around prying eyes or anyone who could potentially overhear them as he felt confident to share what burdened his mind. this time his eyes directly locked with her own given the seriousness of the situation as he anticipated to know what exactly she wanted as he knew what he did. " it's okay. " he responded to her admitting she had been surprised when he arrived which he understood only to then follow up with. " i was just worried if you'd knew i'd be coming you wouldn't be here. " he revealed having assumed she was trying to avoid him as he didn't want to risk her knowing he'd be here to see her.

it was startling to hear from her lips that she enjoyed their time together that night as he felt somewhat of a relief and slightly flattered. drawing in his breath feeling his chest was about to explode due to tension filling the air. he would gaze back at her studying the features of her face with narrowed eyes as eyebrows knitted together. " yeah, i was shocked by it also. i honestly don't know what came over me but i feel like i should be the one responsible out of the two of us since i've been stressed lately and it was nice of you to be there for me. " he confessed when shrugging his shoulders. his voice coarse yet retaining a form of gentle sincerity to it as he cared for her. appreciating her honesty and providing him the time to speak to her. shaking his head he was quick to forgive her for ignoring his texts deeming it not necessary for her to apologise. " it's okay you were just scared that's all. i can't blame you for ignoring me and none of this is your fault. " the older male remained humble. he then took a bold risk when his hand reached out to lightly squeeze and grab her by the warm. " so where do we go from here? " his voice became quieter as he studied her alluring eyes as he found her to be irresistible. pulling himself a little closer he drew in his breath when summoning the courage to share what was on his mind. " you know i also enjoyed that night between us. a part of me wishes we could do it again even if it's just one last time just to give in and be ourselves. " sounding guilty only for a chuckle laced with melancholy to escape his mouth. his eyes eventually averted away from her face yet his thumb brushed along her bicep. his hold on her tender and soft.

it wasn't often that everly allowed herself to let loose. especially with her career taking off the way that it had been. she had been so busy since it was the first night that she had decided to attend a get together. she certainly had not been anticipating seeing miller again. it had been some time since everything had transpired. she had no idea if he even took part of social media. if he had, he would seen how she had been posting content constantly. people didn't think that it was a hard job but it was exhausting. she ignored that thought and instead nodded slowly," i have been busy but i get it if you don't believe me." she didn't want to cause a scene and so far she felt like she had done just that.

it was a relief that they were going to be walking out of the crowded room. it wasn't hard to find a room that was private. she had no idea if it was off limits but she doubted anyone would come looking. it felt like a weight had been lifted in that moment. she took a deep breath, nodding slowly," you just took me by surprise," she admitted," i'm not uncomfortable, i wouldn't stay here if i was." her weight shifted and she wasn't too sure what to say. mostly because she had been trying to forget but at that moment it was all she could think about. the night that they had spent together had been so amazing. she found herself taking a deep breath and she reached to place her hand in his," i don't know what to do about us but i do know that i did enjoy that night but i was just shocked by it." she had no idea how else to put it," and i know i didn't make things easy but ignoring the calls and texts and i'm sorry." she knew it would be silly to ignore whatever it was between them. even if she had no idea how to balance anything and she had no idea what it was that he really wanted from her. she knew that it was likely that she would find out.

[rookflower]

ok, so. i drew every warrior cat! here's a long rambling sentimental reflective-type post on the blog i guess.

I started this blog when I was 15, in 2018. I was bored at a summer job, scribbled Onestar on the back of a sticker sheet, and thought "huh, there sure is a lot of Warrior Cats characters! I've seen some design blogs around, I think there's a "draw 100 cats challenge" people do, wouldn't it be fun if I gave that a try?" I had nothing going on art-wise at the moment, I was losing steam on my Pokemon webcomic and had given up askblogs a while ago, so I quickly fell into it.

Starting out was weird- I'd only read up to about Power of Three at the time, and hadn't read TPB or TNP in quite a while. I vivdly remember someone sending me a request to draw Tawnypelt about 20 cats in or so, and I genuinely couldn't remember who she even was. I think I got a request to draw Jagged Peak before I even knew DOTC existed? I wasn't working off of a specific list, and would miss certain cats out entirely due to forgetting them which frustrated me. Drawing cats was fun, and once I got to 100 eventually I found myself going "well, now what? I haven't even drawn Sorreltail, Nightstar, Appledusk, Spiderleg..." so, i kept going!

Then 2020 rolled around and lockdown hit, and I was suddenly stuck in my house with no plans, seemingly unlimited time, and a desperate need for some kind of outlet that offered escapism from the world.

Drawing Warrior Cats was something mundane and rhythmic but creative and enjoyable, and I found the aspect of looking at it as a challenge alluring, the same way I had when the goal was "100 random warrior cats". How far could I get before having to stop? I couldn't do over 1000 cats, right?

uh.

I could!

sunk cost fallacy or whatever, I guess?

Lot has changed in my life over the course of this. I started the challenge just after leaving high school, and now I'm headed into my third year of uni. Some family's moved around, we have a cat now, I started playing video games again, my bedroom's been revamped, I met some internet friends IRL for the first time, I'm more or less publicly out as gay, all different kinds of stuff. It's fucking wild to consider that one of the biggest constants in my life these past few years has been drawing goddamn warrior cats. I've had the Warriors wiki list of characters open on my computer basically forever, and finally closing it feels like a goodbye.

So what's happening with this blog? Well, I'm not upkeeping a daily queue anymore, that's for sure. There are some cats here I KNOW I'm going to want to go back and redesign at some point though, so this isn't over! Even if I'm less active here, for now, I'm not going anywhere. I'll probably also use this for any general warriors art/posts I want to make, as well as those "send me asks" request meme thingies. those are fun.

I'm hoping to be maybe more active on my youtube now, as well as just generally experimenting with my art more. One of the biggest downsides of spending 3 years drawing fullbody flatcolours of warrior cats and not that much else is that my improvement on every ground except cat anatomy and character design has become pretty fuckin stagnant lmao. I need to make art with backgrounds and shading and non-cat characters again or i think ill explode. time to get out of this comfort zone!!

speaking of, very lucky this thing ended right at the start of Artfight. I'm @/RioBlitzle there and I try to revenge back attacks! Will probably put my energy into that for a wee while.

@daily-mario-characters might come back,, eventually but I'm not promising anything, and if I haven't learned anything from running this blog you might see me on a "drawing every pokemon" streak in a few months. it is how it is.

Anyways, thank you all so much for your support. Massive shoutout to everyone who's ever left nice comments in the tags of my posts, I don't really have a way to respond but I read every one of those and please know that they absolutely make my day.

Thanks for sticking through this challenge with me!

[jennsmischievousmind]

Is he a good kisser?

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x fem!reader

Summary: Pedro Pascal and you, his co-star are known to be openly flirty since you've met on a previous movie. Currently promoting your new movie "Philocalist" as the lead characters, it quickly escalated.

Most knew that the two of you on set was total chaos, unable to concentrate, and shamelessly flirting yet the undenying chemistry made your characters' even better. Anyone in the businness unware of your friendship was quickly ill-at-ease and wary though, like in this interview.

Warnings: fluff? They are goofballs, tattooed reader, slight language

A/N: tried to proof read as much as my brain let me. Y/F/N = your full name (just in case)

You came on the white set a bit late, your eyes setting on your handsome co-star talking with the staff.

Handing your phone to your assistant she told you they were already recording for the bloopers and that they were looking for a chair for you because the other one was wobbly.

Pedro smiled seeing you stepped onto the set.

"So I don't have a chair,"

"Hold on," he started to get up his barstool like chair.

"It's alright, I'll just sit here," you climbed onto Pedro's laps, he laughed and hold onto you while you get comfortable.

His left hand hold your thigh and the other find his place on your low back. Your arm circling his shoulder blade for support, you were quite comfortable, he smelled really good, his warmth was soothing, you wish you could just stay here for the all interview.

One of the staff explained the segment, he looked a bit wary about the whole situation, you bet it was a first on the set.

"So sorry for the wait,"

"It's alright, don't worry about it" you reassured the stressed set assistant as he brought a chair.

You slid down Pedro's laps, brushing down your dark mesh dress, finally taking a proper seat.

Pedro pouted "You're far,"

"Oh," eyes searching for the set director you asked if you could scoot closer and he gave you a thumbs up. Before you could hop down the chair Pedro grabbed the chair's edge sliding you to him. A gasp turning into a giggle escaped your lips, you grabbed his bicep for stability when the chair came to a stop.

"Now that's better," he rearranged his cuff smiling at you, this man.

Silence, rolling

"Hello, I'm Y/F/N,"

"Hi, my name is Pedro Pascal, and we are here for the Wired_"

"Autocomplete_" he looked at you to be in sync

"In.ter.view" you both articulate.

His cardboard came first, after a few trivial questions, like were Din Djarin and Poe Dameron were to meet in the Star Wars universe. At which you frowned and explained the entire Star Wars timeline.

"Is Pedro Pascal ... a good kisser" you read out while Pedro removed the adhesive from the cardboard.

"I like to think I am," he threw the adhesive away.

"We previously, for the movie, shared a few kisses." You feigned an hesitation, Pedro nodded at your saying staring back at you "He's a good kisser!" you winked at the camera. Pedro puckered his lips your way and you leaned your cheek in, you frowned a smile as his stache tickled your skin.

Few questions later, they drew your cardboard handing it to Pedro.

Pedro squinted at the letters "Is Y/F/N single"

"Now that's something you'd like to know, little fuckers." You slapped your hand on your mouth as soon as it escape.

Pedro exploded in laughter collapsing on your shoulder, and holding himself on your knee. "Oh I'm sorry!! I am so sorry!"

"It's alright," the director set was chuckling "we'll bip it or edit it out,"

"Thanks, holy hell it came out of nowhere," Pedro recovered, sweeping a laughing tear from the corner of his eye.

"Does Y/F/N got tattoos" you shook your hand trying to get rid of the white adhesive.

"Yeah a few actually," you sighed as the paper finally fell from your finger.

"Do you?" He genuinely asked, as if he didn't know better

"In most of the movies I was in I had to cover them up for the character's sake but my red carpet pictures might show some of them," you shrugged

"How many?"

"They're tiny ones, so I lost count. I'd say more than 13"

"Ooh that's cool!" Pedro threw the cardboard over his head.

Another cardboard came in,

"What is Pedro Pascal's full name"

"José Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" you blurted out not missing a beat. Pedro was speechless a proud smile on his lips.

"Friends know Pedrito," you patted his thigh "friends know,"

"Does Pedro Pascal have a twin"

"Not that I know of," he grimaced

"Pedro Pascal is unique! ... Better that way for everyone's sake, two of them would be mayhem," you both started laughing at your burn.

You continued ripping the next one "What is Pedro Pascal doing"

"Promoting Philocalist with the lovely Y/N!" he chanted excited.

"What is Pedro Pascal zodiac sign"

Pedro looked at you, "you know?"

You looked back analysing his face, "Aries of course! Adorable and adventurous that's you." His arms wrapped around your shoulders, squeezing you against him.

"Is Pedro Pascal a hugger? Absolutely!" He said releasing you and pointing at the camera, you chuckled nodding vigorously.

On your last cardboard a question got Pedro's attention.

"Y/F/N dance scene"

"What, that's not even a question," Pedro frowned

"Oh I see what they're talking about. I had to dance on my own in one of my first movie and I'm an awful dancer. To this day it's the most embarrassing scene I've ever played. Compare to this one," your thumb pointed to Pedro "I'm no dancer."

Pedro giggled "I'll teach you,"

You mouthed a thank you.

Finishing the segment, you were already laughing with Pedro heading back to the dressing room. His arm laced around yours, he looked around entering the room.

"Almost lost it when you sat on my laps," you turned to him a cheeky smile spreading on your face, you sauntered to him placing a promising kiss on his lips. The twinkle in your eye was all he needed, to know you were going to have a long night back at the hotel.

Few days later, the Wired Autocomplete Interview was published on youtube, the bloopers in the end credit with you on Pedro's laps made a huge buzz. Tabloids and fans losing their shit at it. What better way to hide a relationship than in plain sight.

MASTERLIST

Ko-Fi (voluntary based)

[blue-aconite]

When I was a child, I heard voices Some would sing and some would scream You soon find you have few choices I learned the voices died with me

Farah ran, her bare feet so cold she could barely feel the sharp stones digging into them. The voice laughed, a harsh sound that made chills travel down her spine and her pace quickened.

The laugh that she couldn’t escaped turned into a scream, a shrill sound so loud that she dropped to the ground, pressing her face into the earth, hands covering her ears, begging for it all to stop. But the scream grew louder and more voices joined it.

Her head ached as the pressure grew, the voices singing, the screaming grew louder and and the harsh laughed returned.

Eventually it became all too much, the need to make it all stop, before her head exploded. So she did the only thing she could think of. Raising her head towards the grey sky, she screamed, in a way that seemed inhuman.

The power didn’t come from the scream but from inside her. The grass flattened with the immense power, the trees bending slightly. Her eyes shone a brilliant blue as her voice died down, a trail of blood appearing from her nose. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the cold ground, curling in on herself.

She doesn’t know for how long she lies there nor does she acknowledge the gentle hands stroking her brow. All she knows is that the voices are quiet. Maybe not for long but for the moment.

When I was a child, I'd sit for hours Staring into open flame Something in it had a power Could barely tear my eyes away

Bloom curled up in the big chair, her red hair in disarray. The fire crackled and the heat surrounded her, caging her in. The flames danced in the fireplace, casting shadows on the walls. Mesmerised, she stared, watching the flames grow.

Fire always fascinated her, she was drawn to it, the flames somehow calling out to her, pulling her in. Snuggling into her blanket, she drew her feet up when the shadows became longer, scared that they would suck her in. Lifting her gaze, she looked to the fireplace again, the flames calling her name, whispering quietly.

The whispering grew louder as the flames burned brighter, making her abandon her place on the chair, sliding down onto the cold floor. Inching closer, she reached out towards the sparkling fire, her hand shaking. The fire roared, calling her name once again and she drew even closer.

Upon making contact with the flames, her fingertips grazing them, she drew a deep breath, watching the fire die down. Quickly retreating, she sat back, hand pressed against her chest. A safe distance from the fireplace once again, the fire grew and the flames returned. A low voice called out her name, settling deep in the red.

Her mothers voice interrupts and the flames disappears quickly, leaving the room dark and cold. Reaching out again, the fireplace is cold and shows no sign of even being lit.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

When I was sixteen, my senses fooled me Thought gasoline was on my clothes I knew that something would always rule me I knew this scent was mine alone

Sky doesn’t remember his mother. They say he inherited her eyes, and her smile. Silva tells him he got the same laugh, the way he draws his mouth, eyes crinkling on the corners. He remember his father though. Coming home, smelling like alcohol, stumbling through the palace. He remembers being warm, tucked into his bed, hiding under the covers, hoping his father will pass his room.

He remembers when no one could tell him where he was, then Silva arrived, blue eyes dark and mouth set in a grim line. He remembers knowing his father died a hero, was a hero, a person people admired.

He remembers holding a sword for the first time, his knuckles white from grasping the handle too tight. He remembers trying to be brave, to live up to the legend of his father. To live up to being a legacy admission.

He remembers blasting backwards, eyes closing when the light bursts from his girlfriends hands, they way their friend scream. He remembers the way his heart pounds in his chest, walking through the forest with the fire fairy by his side. Listening, scanning the area, watching for signs. He remembers the desperate feeling of losing another father, and the guilt.  

He remembers the way the air leaves his lungs, watching the car door open. The way the guilt claws its way up his chest.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons Always keep them on a leash

When I was a man, I thought it ended When I knew love's perfect ache But my peace has always depended On all the ashes in my wake

Saul remembers being ten years old. He remembers the feeling of his fathers shotgun in his hands, the low growling of the burned one and the way his father stepped in front of him, shielding him from the monster approaching them.

He remembers how the forest was quiet that night, too quiet and how the damp ground had felt beneath his feet. His hand clutching the lantern, small fingers aching from the cold and his other hand holding onto the back of his fathers jacket.

He remembers thinking he was old enough, he was ten now, a man and more than capable helping his father. He remembers the way his father screamed for him to run, they way he dropped the lantern, hunching forward, trying to reach the gun, to do something, anything.

He remembers staring down at his hands, covered in his fathers blood, shotgun by his side. Reaching out, closing the lifeless eyes, staring straight into his soul. Bending down, he picks up the weapon, spares the monster no glance, walking the trek back to the cabin.

He remembers the way his mothers eyes strayed from the gun, to his bloody hands and the absent of his father. He remembers the way she screams, falling to her knees, too wrapped up in her grief to even notice the way his hands shake, how he fails to catch his breath.

He remembers all of this as the guards snap the bindings over his wrists and shoves him into the car, slamming the door shut.

All you have is your fire And the place you need to reach Don't you ever tame your demons But always keep them on a leash

[angelasscribbles]

Ok, Ok, Ok....so first of all, you have NO IDEA how fucking excited I am this is finally up!!! Seriously! I'm just over here like....

So let's get started!!!! (grab a snack, I have a lot to say, this is gonna take a minute)

My WhatsApp crew for their (loving) hounding, harassment, and encouragement

I mean, first of all, you're welcome but really I should be thanking you for allowing me to see the advanced copy if you will. I love, love, love bouncing ideas with you!!!

Except the incredible remorse Liam felt.

I mean.....yeah....ouch. He loves her, he wants her, but now he's put a knife through his best friend's heart and that's gotta sting.

Yet, for all his fury, there was a tiny piece of him that was not surprised. That wondered why it took any of them so long to speak the truth they all shared.

yep. Part of him knew all along.

She’s clinging to him

ouch.

Can I take a moment to say how much I love the way you took time to show each person's perspective?

she instinctively pulled Liam closer to her. She needed his protection, his validation that she wasn’t an adulteress whore.

I know some people might just blame her, but I can feel her pain here, you portrayed it so clearly! She really does have feelings for them both. I think she loves Drake but she's in love with Liam and that's where her heart truly is.

I never wanted you to find out this way, Drake. I swear it. I know you don’t believe me, but I do have love for you. I do want your happiness. I always have. It’s just my love for Liam is stronger and … and I think he may be my happiness.

and there it is.

Instead, she drew closer to the naked couple, marveling at how they clung to each other.

Desperately.  

This was just gold.

“PUT YOUR FUCKING CLOTHES ON!” he thundered before crossing the doorway and slamming the door heavily behind him.

AGH! I can feel his pain and anger and even so, this is still a bit of him making things easier for her.

Again.....

Ok....the entire scene in the library was so fucking good that I can't possible pick lines out of it or I'd just be quoting the entire goddamn thing!!! I'm gonna try though.

Listen, the emotions you gave us!!!!!

“SHE IS STILL MY WIFE!” he hollered, his cheeks darkening with rage.

Riley’s face twisted with anger; this brazen hussy was coming on to Riley’s husband IN HER FACE, yet the Duchess was the harlot. Her eyes held a flicker of fear; what if Drake accepted?

Clearly neither one of them are one hundred percent sure they are over.

Also, Marguerite is a fucking hoot!

“That’s the entire purpose, darling.”

“Flexible is my favorite word. Lead the way,” Marguerite instructed as she looped her arm through Leo’s.

I fucking LOVE them together! What? How? I don't know, but something about them makes sense to me!

Drake rolled his eyes. “You need to shut the fuck up, Your Majesty.”

I know this is serious and he's pissed (rightly so) but still, this made me LOL

“DO YOU?” The question exploded from Drake, causing Riley to jump slightly at the harshness in his voice. “Obviously you don’t, judging by your choice of words! Because this is so much more than disappointment. THIS is undiluted heartbreak! THAT woman,” Drake pointed to Riley, “was my sum total of EVERYTHING!”

and I'm back to heartbroken for him

“Don’t,” he pleaded in a broken voice.

The bottle of brandy shattered against the wall closest to Liam. The monarch continued to prepare drinks, seemingly unperturbed.

🤣🤣🤣🤣Liam just like.....

“NO! NO, I CANNOT HEAR HER OUT! Do you know when I wanted to hear her out? When I was willing to listen to BOTH of you? WHEN I WAS ASKING ABOUT MY MARRIAGE! And you both LIED TO ME! TO.MY.FACE!”

Man has a point.....

“I wanted to tell you, but Riley wished to spare your feelings for what was supposed to be a brief fling. I have neither excuse nor explanation for my lack of actions. I was … I am a coward and a cad.” His blue eyes held Drake’s wrath-filled gaze. “And I regret nothing.”

Why do I love this line so much? Yes, this sucks, it's painful, everyone is hurting. But he loves her and he'd do it all again just to be with her. My fucking heart!

Drake took a step towards Riley; Liam moved swiftly and protectively in front of her.

OOOHHHHHH shit just got real! Protective Liam is hot, Drake seeing him feel like he's a threat, after what they've done to him....fucking ouch.

Dark chocolate eyes went to Riley. “Just tell me this, if there were no Liam … could you have loved me the way I needed you to?”

Just rip my heart out why don't you?

It was because of Liam she was willing to destroy Drake. She said it herself.

Oh no......

He can’t do this to me again!

This is how they got into this mess to start with! GAHHHHH

He held his hand out, palm up. “Give me back my ring,” he ordered in a tone that brooked no argument.

Riley’s nonplussed gaze snapped towards Drake. “WHAT? NOOOO! It’s my WEDDING ring, Drake!”

Liam watched the couple, a stoic expression on his face. Riley’s reaction confirmed he had made the right decision, as painful as it was.

The angst all the way around!!!!! She was going to tell him it was over but she doesn't want to give up the ring? Yeah, she's still torn, and Liam sees it and here he goes trying to be all fucking noble and shit.

I love the juxtaposition of her looking at the things at Valtoria, bouncing back and forth between things that came from or reminded her of each man.

Her eyes widened and her heart dropped into her stomach as her gaze went from the caller ID to the visitor, and back again.

I hope we get the next chapter and the answer to who's in the room and who's on the phone before four more years go by!

. It’s a win-win darling.”

she's right and they are somehow perfect for each other!

So, this was just a roller coaster of magnificent emotions!!

So many times we don't get the entirety of a situation. You have taken the time to show us all of the emotions of all of the people involved and they are deep, painful, complex, confusing, all of the things that real people feel! Your characters are three dimensional, they are relatable and they fucking EMOTE!

I don't want just a salad, I want the meat and potatoes of a story and you have delivered!

Drama, angst, pain, suffering longing, love, devotion, anger, betrayal, this is a fucking feast! You have given us not just the salad, meat, and potatoes, but also appetizers, an entire fucking soup course and dessert!!!

I can't quiet put into words just how much I love this chapter. It was worth the wait!

and a fun new ship as a bonus!!!!

This was amazing, awesome, fabulous.....I don't think I know enough adjectives to adequately express how great this is!!!!

I think I speak for everyone when I say we need

The Commoner’s Wife--Chapter 6: Three Blind Mice

It has been one long, hot-ass hour since I have updated this series (Chapter 5 was posted 8/4/2019), but it’s back. This is not a drill, not a one-off while I fart around with a kajillion other stories. Chapter 6 is FINALLY here, and there are so many people to thank:

@moodmusicmonday and their annual #Luck of the Draw event; the song I was assigned, Just Say When by Nothing More, spawned so many story ideas but Commoner’s Wife kept popping up the more I listened to the lyrics.

@sfb123 for her patience with me and my erratic schedules

My WhatsApp crew for their (loving) hounding, harassment, and encouragement

My hand-holding crew: @ao719, @bebepac, @angelasscribbles, and @umccall71

So, what happens now that Drake unequivocally knows the truth? Buckle up and find out!

THANK YOU to all who will read this story; if you are new to the hot mess that is TCW, you can catch up on this “one-shot” here. Please excuse any and all typos, missing/extraneous words, and/or grammatical errors.

MS Editor rates this fic as 99% error-free.

It has been soooo long since the last chapter, I have no idea who, if any, of the original story fans are around, and if they are even still interested if they are. Using my current tag list and encouraging you to tell a friend.

Rating M for Mature (adult themes, cursing)

Pairings: Liam x Riley; Riley x Drake

Book: TRR/TRH

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Just Say When, Nothing More

Word Count: 6,336

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[curioskitty]

THE・Rarest Bakugou

Given Bakugou-kun's description as a "juvenile delinquent" (Horikoshi sensei uses the term 不良少年, or furyou shounen, meaning juvenile delinquent boy), it's expected that he wouldn't conform to standard. So obviously, it's not possible to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie properly................

What is up with this perfectly tied nonsense right here?!

Bakugou-kun, I thought I knew you!!! THE LIES! THE BETRAYAL!!!

But, it's probably just a fluke. You didn't mean it, right Horikoshi-sensei?

WTF?! WHY?!!! Horikoshi-sensei?!

Yep. Contrary to expectations, Bakugou-kun wearing a tie correctly only ranks at Ultra Rare status: difficult to find, but not impossible.

So, what's rarer than a tie-wearing Bakugou-kun? Go Beyond, Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou!

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

In fact, it's even harder to find Bakugou-kun wearing a tie improperly. Given proto-Bakugou's loose tie design, I would have expected that to be the likelier delinquent-esque tie option. But I've only seen Horikoshi-sensei draw him like this once:

(Horikoshi-sensei's one year celebration illustration. This is still fairly early in the publication.)

On top of that, Bakugou-kun consistently wears his uniform tie-less and with at least one button undone on his shirt collar. His pants are always slung low on his hips and legs bunching up at his feet (except when he had to wear jeans for Best Jeanist). You can even see panels where Horikoshi-sensei drew in the rips at the hems near the heel where they drag on the ground.

So why the inconsistency, Horikoshi-sensei? I see you over there, stop pretending you didn't notice. I know you're paying attention.

Horikoshi-sensei gave proto-Bakugou a loosened tie, so what is the reasoning for taking Bakugou-kun's tie away?

Some No-Tie Theories

Fan Theory #1: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW

//Like Midoriya-kun, Bakugou-kun came from a middle school with gakuran uniforms. They never learned how to tie them. Midoriya-kun messes up his tie, while Bakugou-kun doesn't even bother to try.//

I actually think this is the least likely reason. Bakugou-kun was designed to be a naturally talented genius. I think this applies to anything he wants to do. If he does something, it's always perfectly done.

Bakugou-kun can (and does if you look above) tie it perfectly when necessary.

CONCLUSION: If Bakugou-kun doesn't do something, it's completely out of personal preference or because he doesn't see a reason to.

Fan Theory #2: REBELLIOUS NATURE

//Bakugou-kun is a delinquent and maintains that image because he thinks it looks cool. Or maybe he is rebelling against fashion designer parents. Either way, because of his family background he knows how to tie a tie, but wants to be a rebel.//

I'd give partial points for this one. I'm pretty sure he wears his pants loose at least partially because he thinks it looks cool. However, Bakugou-kun's parents were noted to be designers and not specifically fashion designers.

Despite appearances, this is the kid that sleeps at 8:30pm, doesn't break school rules, and yells at his friends for smoking.

He zips up the collar on his gym track suit all the way. Both the summer and winter versions get the same treatment. He doesn't feel the need to "make a statement" by wearing his track uniform incorrectly. Outside of class, he can and does sometimes wear his track jacket unzipped, but during class he always wears it properly.

So then why does Bakugou-kun refuse to wear the band T-shirt and Christmas party Santa outfit? Because he isn't cooperative. In Ultra Analysis, his Cooperativeness Stat was the lowest rank: E.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun may be non-conformist and uncooperative, but he isn't a rebel.

Fan Theory #3: TRAUMA/PTSD

//This is one of the more popular theories. Between Dabi grabbing his neck, the Sludge Villain and being restrained at the School Festival, our boy has been through the wringer. As a result, he just doesn't like stuff around his neck because it gives him anxiety.//

The Western Fandom is definitely concerned about the mental health of the kids. But I don't actually think this is the reason. Not that I don't think they all need some therapy and self care, especially right now, but there just isn't evidence for this specific trauma in Bakugou-kun.

He wears scarves and even turtle necks without a problem.

On top of that, Bakugou-kun ALSO unbuttoned the top button of his shirt and gakuran in middle school; even from before the Sludge Villain incident. There isn't any evidence Bakugou-kun changed his dressing habits due to trauma. He wore a scarf to the entrance exam for UA, too.

CONCLUSION: Bakugou-kun has ALWAYS worn his shirts with the top button unbuttoned.

These 3 theories are inadequate, too. Even if they did explain the reasons Bakugou-kun doesn't wear a uniform tie, they don't factor in the reasoning for why he DOES wear his other ties properly sometimes.

HC#1: Bakugou-kun's preference

Bakugou-kun doesn't seem to care about his image and how "extras" see him. Even during the press interviews after his hero debut, he wore the same style of open collar look. He's not shy about being nude or taking his shirt off.

But what he hates is being uncomfortable.

He is "explosively brawny". Just look at how thick Bakugou-kun's neck is when compared to Midoriya-kun's. It isn't just that Midoriya-kun is supposed to be scrawny, but also that Bakugou-kun has a thicker than average neck.

Bakugou-kun doesn't like to button up his shirts all the way because it's uncomfortable. It's reasonable that he zips his track suit and everything else up because those are looser at the neck or made of stretchier materials.

As for why he doesn't wear the uniform tie at all... Don't forget Bakugou-kun is a perfectionist and a bit of a neat freak.

He always tucks his shirt in. For the band performance he wore a collared black dress shirt. From what we saw of his room, it's minimalist and clean. I don't see him wanting to look like a slob.

A sloppy loose tie would probably irritate him more than just not wearing it (which is even funnier when you think about Midoriya-kun's chonk tie. It probably makes him want to strangle Midoriya-kun, or maybe just tie it himself...)

Bakugou-kun has difficulties compromising when it comes to his high standards. So if he has to wear it, it's going to be either 0% or 100%.

HC#2: Explosiveness

Why draw Bakugou-kun with either 0% tie or 100% tie? If Horikoshi-sensei is going for a delinquent image, wouldn't the 50% tie option make more sense?

Taking a look again at Bakugou-kun's profile page, Horikoshi-sensei describes him to be explosive in every way. That includes his whole body being "explosively brawny", but also adds a note that he looks slender in clothes.

Horikoshi-sensei put an effort to make every element of Bakugou-kun's character in some state of either fully compressed or explosive.

His slimming clothes, general appearance and even his speech patterns are highly compressed (blunt/terse) and loud. The extremes of his attitude are compressed too; if Bakugou-kun is not loudly raging, then he's quietly observing.

This contrast is key to his character. You can't explode if you aren't compressed first. It's supposed to be shocking to see how brawny he actually is under his slenderizing clothes. And I always feel shocked whenever I see this kid compressed into a tie.

HC#3: Deku & Kacchan

These two are set apart from the class by design and very much on purpose. Horikoshi-sensei designed them to be at opposite ends of the same spectrum.

If Bakugou-kun has muscular arms, then Midoriya-kun needs muscular legs. If Midoriya-kun buttons up his shirt all the way to the collar, then Bakugou-kun's collar has to be loose. Their designs reflect their connection.

So if Midoriya-kun has a poorly tied tie, the opposite of that is either non-existant or perfectly tied. If it's perfectly tied, he'd just blend in with the class.

The no-tie option just makes more sense.

Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou

Horikoshi-sensei only ever draws Bakugou-kun with a tie in specific scenarios. Costume events that require the neck tie as part of the costume or "fancy" events where everyone is in formal wear. And even in those, Bakugou-kun manages to not wear his tie 90% of the time.

So, I just imagine that when Horikoshi-sensei makes Bakugou-kun wear his tie, he's super grumpy! Just look at his face in every illustration he's wearing a tie in. He's probably hot, uncomfortable, and really not enjoying himself at all.

Ultimately, the "Plus Ultra Rare Bakugou" is a Bakugou-kun who wears the tie and SMILES while doing it.

(Yes, I know that's NOT actually a tie. Shut up Bakugou-kun. You're only smirking in this one because you won the Popularity Poll for the 5th time in a row...)

(Well that's random, you say? Welcome to my blog. Considering the stuff going down on canon, I figured I should give fans, and myself, a break from angst to talk about something silly.

Please note that this applies only to the manga. I've found that the anime isn't quite so strict about how Bakugou-kun looks.

Regarding the headcanons, I just want to clarify that everyone is free to think whatever they like. I enjoy all headcanons and support your right to have them.

I wrote this a while ago and then debated posting it because it's such a huge meta about... Bakugou-kun's tie. I had regrets. But now it's become my new years post. Regrets were for 2020, it's already 2021!

Demons out, fortune in!!! I know it's not setsubun for another month, but 2020 was such a demon.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!)

[outlawsworld]

Trusting Strangers - Chapter 10

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Summary: Reader and Arthur's relationship is growing. You go on a job together and end up with a night under the stars.

Warnings: violence, mentions of rape and a whole lat of fluff.

Notes: This chapter was so much fun to write! I hope you are still enjoying it and don't forget to let me know what you think and like and reblog ❤️ I've got so many ideas of what's going to happen so please bare with me! 🤠

Chapter 1

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You walked into your tent feeling the rush of excitement wanting to burst out of you. Every inch of your body was ecstatic and you jumped around your tent quietly letting a small burst of your happiness out before you exploded. Your cheeks started to ache from smiling so much and you could feel the hot redness filling them. The last thing you expected from tonight was to end it in Arthur's arms again, with his soft lips against yours. Only this time he didn't pull away from you, he didn't leave you standing in the woods alone. You undressed into your nightwear and laid on your cot staring at the tent ceiling. Your eyes were dry from such a long day but you couldn't sleep with the thoughts of the night flooding your head. It must have been the early hours of the morning before sleep finally took over your body. When you woke up your body were sore. You hadn't had much sleep over the last couple of days because of everything being on your mind and it was starting to take it's toll. As you sat up from your cot your eyes suddenly widened as you realised that what had happened last night wasn't a dream. Quickly you pulled on your trousers and blue shirt. You fell over whilst trying to pull your boots on, rushing, eager to see Arthur. As you stepped out of your tent you saw the rest of camp was already in full flow. Everyone was already going about their daily chores, the sun was high in the sky and the morning birds had already sang their songs. You must have slept in, which was a first for you. As you scanned the camp you found that Arthur had already gotten up and left, Dutch and Bill too. Then your eyes landed on a very angry looking Mrs Grimshaw. Your eyes met which meant there was no escaping her wrath now. She marched over to you as you still stood in front of your tent, looking very much bewildered by the fact you had slept in.

''Miss (Y/N)'' Mrs Grimshaw was now directly in front of you. ''Are you feeling well rested?'' she looked at your face sternly waiting for an answer.

''I guess, Mrs Grimshaw'' you looked at your feet trying to ignore her gaze.

''Good, now get to your chores. Seen as this is not a usual thing for you I will let you off'' she smiled at you. ''Don't let it happen' again'' she pointed her finger at you before marching over to Pearson. You smirked under your breath. You knew she was the one that let you sleep for so long, she must have known how little rest you were actually getting. However, she needed to act tough in camp and if anyone knew you had gotten away with it then there would be hell on. Charles and Kieran had already done all your chores with the horses so you spent the day washing clothes in the river. You didn't mind it so much when you were now able to sit on the sand and look out across the water. No one disturbed you except Sadie who came to wash the pots beside you for a bit. She was curing Pearson again for treating her like a maid.

''I'd love to shove that stew pot up where the sun don't shine'' she giggled. ''Damn bastard''.

''I won't be eatin' my food from that again'' you both laughed as you carried on with your chores.

''So....'' she paused looking at you with a intrigued smile on her face. You glanced at her furrowing your brow in anticipation to what she was about to say. ''Where did you and Arthur sneak off to last night?''. You felt as if your heart momentarily stop beating and a flush of heat rose to your cheeks.

''Sadie Adler'' you shook your head at her. ''I didn't take you for a gossipin' kinda gal''.

''Oh I ain't but I saw the way you looked at each other whilst dancing'' her voice was soft now and joking aside. ''then you run off into the woods'' she cocked her eyebrow at you before a devilish smile appeared. ''Can't fool me. I know something goin' on. You two have been ignorin' each other for days and then suddenly you are back smilin' again. I ain't a gossip, I'm just nosey''. You couldn't help but laugh at her comments. Sadie was probably the only girl you trusted with something like this, she was the most like you. She wasn't a fan of gossip and you knew she wouldn't tell the others. Your rose cheeks had already given away your secret. ''I won't tell anyone, I promise'' she pleaded whilst motioning a cross on her heart. You scan around to make sure no one was lurking or close enough to hear your convocation. 

''Alright, alright but you don't tell a sole'' you sighed, defeated. ''I ain't good at this and to be honest I didn't want anyone knowin' until we had figured it out'' you took one more quick look around before closing the distance between you and Sadie. ''So, I kinda care for him....a lot. We've been spendin' so much time together that I didn't even realise I had feelin's for him. Nothing too excitin' happened in the woods last night. We just talked and.....Well... we kissed but that's it'' you spoke in a whisper. Sadie's jaw dropped slightly before she smiled.

''I knew it'' she cheered quietly. ''So why the hell were you both igorin' each other for so long?''. You explained the situation to her and spoke about all the confusing feeling you had. Sadie listened to every word intently, you didn't realise how relieving it was to actually speak to someone about everything. It was as though a big weight had been lifted off of you and you could understand your feelings a lot more. You had learnt to keep your feeling to yourself but being able to talk to someone made you feel so much lighter.

''Well I'm glad, for both of your sakes, that you worked it out'' she smiled sweetly at you. ''Can't believe out of all the men in the world to be sweet on, Arthur Morgan, was the one for ya'' she teased you. You both giggle as you finished the last of the clothes that needed washing before gathering them up and heading back into camp. Sadie stayed at the river side, trying to prolong facing Pearson again. As you were hanging up the wet clothes to dry you heard Uncle call you which drew your attention to him. He was stood by one of the big trees in camp with Arthur, who must have returned from his job this morning. Uncle also called Bill and Charles over to him which made you wonder if you were going to be asked to go on a job. You slowly made your way over to the four men smiling sweetly as you and Arthur briefly made eye contact.

''What are you talkin' about?'' Bill asked, clearly irritated by the old man.

''Arthur, is above a little stick up I heard about'' Uncle teased which Arthur immediately took offence to and was quick to defend himself.

''No I'm not'' he growled.

''But you just said.....''

''Hey I'll do it'' he cut Uncle off before giving a devilish grin. ''As long as you ride with us'' he pointed at Uncle who's face went pale. You, Charles and Bill all glanced at each other amused by the shock on Uncles face.

''I got a serious medical condition'' he fumbles for an excuse. Arthur started to laugh in the old mans face.

''Yes, you are a compulsive liar'' Arthur chuckled whilst taking a drag from his cigarette.

''No need to be like that'' Uncle turned his attention to you and Charles. ''Charles, (Y/N), have I ever lied to you?''.

''I hardly know you'' Charles responded confused by the question.

''Don't look at me, I've been here for less time then Charles'' you smirked. Arthur wouldn't back down, if Uncle didn't ride with you all, then the job wasn't happening. It didn't take long before Uncle gave in and agreed to help before mounting up. He explained that it was a supply wagon carrying payroll which supposedly won't be guarded.

''As long as we get paid or you get shot, I'm happy'' Arthur bellowed before putting out his cigarette and mounting up. You couldn't help but giggle under your breath at the way he antagonised the old man. Charles, Bill and yourself also mounted your horses and followed Uncle out of camp. You rode beside Arthur and noticed the Deputy badge pinned to his shirt.

''Law man now, huh?'' you teased pointing out the golden badge.

''Seems like it'' he smirked back at you. ''Somethin' to do with Dutch's plan apparently''.

''I hope you don't get too attached to it or you'll be takin' us all in yourself''.

''I guess we will have to see'' he teased you back. Your heart lit up when he looked at you, he always managed to spark something warm inside your chest whenever your eyes met. When you reached the location that the wagon would be passing through your mind was elsewhere, so much so that you almost ran into Charles' horse. Your cheeks blushed with embarrassment as Arthur watched you fumble back into reality with a smirk on his face. The five of you waited patiently for the wagon to appear over the hill. Uncle was right, it wasn't guarded, just the driver and one other man. You rode over as it turned off at the crossroad. Bill heckled them to pull over and Uncle stopped his horse in front of them so they had to stop. Bill had his gun on one man and you had yours pointed at the other while Charles and Arthur looked in the back and grabbed what they could. You looked over your shoulder and saw another wagon quickly coming down the track.

''Shit, we've got company'' you yelled. The wagon coming down the track was being followed by men on horses with guns who had spotted you trying to rob the other wagon. Before you knew it they were coming after you. ''Charles, Arthur, hurry up. We need to get outta here''. They quickly jumped from the wagon and mounted there horses before the five of you galloped away from the on coming attack. Bullets were flying past you, barely missing you and the men were gaining speed. You spurred Dallas into a faster gallop as you grabbed your rifle from over your shoulder. Arthur and Bill were already shooting back at the men who were on your tail. You turned in your saddle, hoping Dallas would follow Uncle and Charles, as you began to fire back at the men. A bullet flew right past your shoulder and you aimed your rifle at the man who fired it, taking him down with one headshot. The three of you managed to pick off a couple of them but there were too many.

''Quick, get of the trail. Into the woods'' Uncle called out to you all. You turned back in your saddle and followed him with Arthur close behind you. The five of you galloped through the trees, getting hit from small branches that you were unable to duck under. A small house with a barn was just on the other side of the trees which would be a good place to hide and lay low. You followed the boys by dismounting Dallas and giving him a small slap to flee the area before going into the barn to take cover and rest. For now it looked like you had lost them but you knew the best thing was to wait until it was dark before leaving for camp. You went to the back of the barn, hidden behind a stall wall, and sat down with your back leaning against the wooden panel. This would be the last place to look if someone came in as it had great cover, just in case you fell asleep. The others stayed at the front of the barn, out of view from you but you could hear their mumblings. Charles was on watch and you soon heard the light snoring coming from Uncle and Bill.

''You alright?'' you looked up to see Arthur's tall figure stood looking down over you.

''Yeah, how about yourself?'' you asked in a hushed voice. He came and sat right next to you, not leaving much space between the both of you.

''I'm alright'' he smiled sweetly at you. ''Shouldn't be too long till it gets dark and we can get outta here. He's a fool that old man''.

''Better then delivering letters'' you smirked trying to lighten the mood. Arthur nodded in agreement. You wanted to carry on the convocation but you knew it was better to keep quiet in case there were any men looking for you outside. Instead you shuffled closer to him and rested your head on his broad shoulder. He slightly tensed at first but then rested his cheek on your head as he relaxed. It was a good job the others couldn't see you now or they would definitely know something was going on between the two of you. The comfort of having him right beside you meant you slowly kept on falling in and out of sleep. You felt his warmth as you leant against him, each deep breath he took and the hitch in his breath whenever you moved because he didn't want to disturb you. When you woke up fully, you realised Arthur had also fallen asleep next to you with his head still resting on yours but it had gotten dark outside so you knew you had to wake him. Gently you placed your hand on his chest and shook him. He was an extremely light sleeper and that was enough to alert him, he sat upright before turning to you. His eyes looked deep into yours as he moved his hand to gently caress your cheek before placing a light kiss on your lips. The small gesture ignited the warm feeling in your chest and you couldn't help the shy smile you gave him as he stood up to wake the others. You took a deep breath to remind yourself of the situation at hand, rather then keeping your mind on Arthur, and stood up to return to the others. There was a light coming from the house as a couple of men approached the front door. It was a couple of the men from earlier asking the owners of the property if they had noticed anyone running through here.

''Damn. L-L-L-L-Let's just....Keep this calm'' Arthur instructed. ''See what happens''. You all took cover in the barn hiding behind pillars and stall walls. You found yourself in the same place you had been in all night, crouched down, occasionally looking around the stall wall to see what was happening. The owner pointed out that he heard noises at the barn where you were currently taking cover. Two men approached the barn quietly and began to look round. The five of you remained still as the men searched the barn.

''The place looks empty to me'' one of the men shouted to the other. He was about to walk away when Bill kicked an empty can by his foot which caused the man to turn back realising we were all hidden there. God damn it Bill. Is he not capable of staying hidden.

''Shit'' Bill cursed as he shot the man at the front of the barn. The men from the house were alerted by this and started firing on all of you. You got up from your cover and ran to the front of the barn to shoot at the men coming from the house. It was dark and misty which made it hard for you to see where the men firing at you were coming from. You could only see outlines of people as they moved and they now had you surrounded. Charles and yourself were still based at the front of the barn, gunning down anyone coming from the house while Arthur, Bill and Uncle took on the others coming from the side. The men were coming out of nowhere and there was no way of telling how many were firing at you. There was a bright glow coming from the corner of the barn, you turned to see that one of the men had thrown there lanterns which had smashed setting fire to the dry wood.

''Shit.....Fire'' Charles shouted to all of you. The fire grew rapidly, like an untameable stallion rising up. Before you knew it the fire had spread to the roof of the barn and the smoke was burning at the back of your throat everytime you took a breath.

''If we don't get outta here soon....we're gonna be charcoal'' Arthur was now by your side, blocking the small bits of debris that was falling from the roof from hitting you. You took a step back, looking up to the roof that was about to concave and engulf you all in flames.

''This way'' you herd Bill call out to you from the back of the barn. He had found a small opening that you could climb through to get out. The heat from the burning wood was kissing your skin and you could barely see through the smoke. You followed Bill and Uncle out of the small gap with Charles and Arthur right behind you. Taking a deep breath of fresh air as you ran back towards the trees for cover. You decided to split up into two groups. Arthur was with Uncle and Charles with Bill.

''(Y/N), with us'' Charles beckoned you to follow him. You and Arthur quickly glanced at each other not wanting to leave one another but you had no time to think or argue. Following Charles and Bill, you quickly ran through the woods and tried to find some cover. "If you do anything stupid Mr Williamson, you're on your own" Charles threatened as Bill scoffed back at him. There were some big boulders that the three of you managed to hide behind. You managed to catch your breath while crouching down for cover, listening to any oncoming people. A small group of men soon appeared in the tree line with their rifles at the ready. The three of you remained quiet as you aimed your guns at the men walking in your direction. You waited for Charles to give you the signal to shoot but you heard shots being fired from deeper in the woods. They were coming from where Arthur and Uncle had gone. The group of men turned their attention to the sounds.

''Come on boys. That way'' one of them spoke up. Just as they were about to run off to the noises. Charles stood up shouting at you to fire. All three of you were now shooting at the group of men. They immediately took cover but between the three of you, you managed to take some of them out. Your shots were now useless as the bullets were bouncing off the trees. The best way of getting to them was to flank them. You shot Charles a quick look which he nodded at, knowing exactly what needed to be done. Charles and Bill both stood trying to draw the men's fire as you took the opportunity to sneak round and attack them from behind. You kept crouched down as you quietly made your way around them, keeping yourself in the shadows. There were four men left and you had a good shot on all of them from your new position. You took cover behind a tree and noticed Arthur and Uncle had now joined Charles and Bill behind the rock. Arthur managed to kill one of the four men as the man glanced out from behind his cover. Leaving only three to deal with. You aimed your rifle at the first man, taking him out smoothly. The other two men turned to you as you had now given away your position. Shots were now being aimed at you, you crouched behind the tree for cover knowing that this would give the boys the opportunity to approach them and take out the last two men. Arthur and Bill did just that and the two men fell down dead.

''We all still alive?'' Arthur asked. You stood up from behind the tree and regrouped with the four men.

''Just about'' Bill answered gruffly.

''Yeah, I'll deal with you later'' Arthur turned his attention to Uncle. His brow was furrowed and his face had gone red with anger.

''We got some money, didn't we?'' Uncle defended himself.

''Leave it, go on, get out of here'' Arthur shooed them all away. ''Everyone split up, come on, get going''.

''Good luck gents, (Y/N)'' Charles nodded to you and you watched as they all left in different directions. You were about to run off in another direction when Arthur gabbed your arm.

''Not you'' he smirked. ''You're comin' with me Darlin'.'' the rumble in his tone made you shiver. You followed him through the woods as he whistled for his horse. Dallas was nowhere to be seen but you suspected he would have gone back to camp. Siego came cantering over, through the trees to you both . Arthur mounted then held out his hand to help you to sit up, behind the saddle. Once you were both on you wrapped your arms round Arthur's waste to keep balanced and he kicked Siego into a steady canter. You had plenty of practise riding bareback so keeping stable on the back of the horse wasn't too hard a task for you. The smell of cigarettes and whiskey reminted from Arthur's shirt as you clung onto him. ''You alright back there'' he shouted to you as he placed on hand to rest gently on your lower thigh.

''Yeah, just fine'' you smiled at his touch. ''Where are we goin'?''.

''I wanna show you somethin'.'' you rode together quietly until Arthur turned off the track and up a steep hill through some trees. You stared blankly through the trees to try and understand why he had brought you to this place. ''Here'' he pulled Siego to a halt and dismounted before helping you down. ''Follow me'' he pulled out his lantern and lit it as you followed him up the rest of the hill until you came to a clearing where Arthur stopped. It was a small patch of open grass right on the very peak of the hill. You turned to him, cocking an eyebrow at him, confused to why he brought you to this little area. He smirked when he saw your confusion. ''Look up''. You did as he said and looked into the pitch black night sky.

''I don't see much, just a couple stars'' you pointed out.

''Keep lookin'.'' Arthur spoke softly as he blew out the lantern. Suddenly the black sky was filled with millions of stars that filled the darkness with light and colour. You had never seen anything so beautiful in your whole life. Each star was visible and glowing so brightly that you didn't need any lights to see. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened at the spectacle of the night sky.

''It's beautiful'' you spoke breathlessly. ''How did you find this place?'' you didn't want to look away in case your eyes were playing tricks on you.

''I stumbled across it one night as I was out thinkin'. Thought you might like it'' Arthur sat in the grass. You decided to lay down next to him and stare at the sky, he followed you and laid his back on the grass.

''What were you thinkin' bout?'' you turned to look at him. The light from the stars twinkled in his eyes as he faced you too.

''You'' he admitted. He lent up on one elbow so he could hover almost above you. ''You're all I ever think about'' he paused looking deeply into your eyes. That warm feeling in your chest came back, you bit your bottom lip whilst he looked over you. Every inch of you was trembling with a mix of excitement and nerves. Heat rushed to your cheeks and you could feel flutters in your stomach. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. You longed for him, looking at his lips, only inches away from yours. He took your glances as a plea and leant in to kiss you gently. Your whole body began to tingle as he moved his free hand to your hip. You moved your hand and tangled your fingers in his light brown hair. As both your lips moved against each others the kiss slowly became more intimate. Arthur's hand started to wonder from your hip down your thigh to your knee. He grasped a hold of the back of your knee and brought your leg over his hips until you were straddling him. Your torso now pressed against his and using your elbows on either side of his head to balance yourself. You didn't break the kiss, still desperate for one another. The feeling of his warm body in-between your legs made your thighs burn. His hands started to wonder up and down your body leaving warm trails where he touched. It was perfect, just the two of you under the beautiful night sky. The way you felt in this moment was something you had never experienced in your entire life. It was as though everything you have ever needed in life was right there with you and nothing could break you apart. You could feel his heart racing in his chest as you were laid over him. Each time you took a breath you would look into each others eyes and melt back into the kiss again. The kiss started to become passionate and hungry for one another. Both your tongue's dancing together in synchronisation. You felt how hungry he was for you as his manhood grew under his trousers. Suddenly, you panic. All the good that you were just feeling was flushed from your body and panic overtook it. Heat rushed from your body to your skin leaving you feeling cold inside but sweating in pure fear. You broke the kiss, got off his hips and stood up in a mad rush. Each breath you took seemed to get harder and harder until you felt like you were suffocating.

"Whoa, easy" Arthur was by your side before you knew it. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to his chest whilst whispering softly to you. You could feel the tears stinging your eyes and you buried your face in his shirt, gasping for breath. He held you while you cried trying to calm you down. "Easy. It's alright. I'm here" he whispered to you. You listened to each word he said, hearing the raspiness from his thick acent. As you breathed heavily, you took in his smell and the feeling of his muscled chest beneath your fingertips. Focusing on him, every breath he took and sound he made brought you slowly out of you panic until you managed to catch your breath. He didn't let his grip on you go until your breathing was back to normal and the sounds of your whimpers had stopped. Quietly he took a step back just releasing you enough so he could see your face. "You alright? I didn't mean to scare ya" he spoke softly. You raised your head to look at him. Your eyes were bloodshot from crying and small wet trails ran down your cheeks.

"It ain't your fault" your voice was shaken. "I'm just damaged goods" you shook you head as you stepped away from him. You were so embarrassed and frustrated by your blind panic that you daren't look at him. You found a spot on the grass and sat down with knees hugged to your chest. Arthur came and sat by your side again and you hid your face from him in your knees.

"You ain't damaged goods" he nudged you, trying to cheer you up. "Wanna talk about it?" you looked up from your knees to catch his concerned look. You felt sick to your stomach at the thought of how you just made him feel. He had done everything to make this moment perfect and you screwed it up. You owed him an explanation.

"It wasn't your fault. I guess I just panicked..." you paused to take a deep breath. "I've only ever consented to this sorta thing once and that was before.... For a long time I was forced into lettin' those men touch me and use me at their own pleasure. They would hold me down or beat me until I gave in. Or they would just force themselves upon me. I guess I just associate being touched in that way to....well, to back then. It wasn't you at all Arthur" you looked into his eyes. He looked at you the same way he once did when you were tied to the wagon, you saw the sorrow in his expression. Tears threatened to leave your eyes again. You wanted more than anything to be intimate with Arthur in this way but ghosts from your past haunted your mind. "I've never been more comfortable with anyone before. I just got memories that flash through my head and I just panicked. I'm sorry".

"You have nothin' to be sorry for (Y/N)" he cut you off. "What happened to you, I'm surprised you let me touch you at all" he gave you a sweet smile as he laid down on the grass. "Come 'er" he held his arm out for you to lay down with him. You laid on your side next to him with your head on his shoulder and arm over his chest. "We don't have to rush into anythin' your not comfortable with. I promise you, no one will ever hurt ya again, not as long as I'm around" he pulled you in tighter to his body and you felt safe and secure. You were so glad he understood, he didn't force himself upon you because he was in the mood. All your fears slowly drifted away as he held you in his warm embrace. You knew you could trust Arthur but now he confirmed that he would never hurt you. Not just with his words but by his actions. The night sky was still full of bright stars, glistening down for just the both of you to enjoy. You spoke sweetly to one another for a couple of hours until you felt your eyes getting heavy. You can't remember when you fell asleep but you knew you had never felt more comfortable then in Arthur's arm's that night. As though nothing in the world could hurt you as long as he was there.

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Chapter 11

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