#OUT. THE MAN ‚ THE MOTH ‚ THE LEGEND

[thehappiestgolucky]

Markoth, internally: This place’s definition of “terrifying” is definitely… unique.

[chosok-amo]

THERE IS A WITCH IN THE WOODS

geto suguru. to a witch, there is nothing more appealing than a young man wandering around the wood alone at halloween night. and there is nothing more appealing than a witch, naive, stupid, witch.

warning. college! au, loser! geto, public place ( woods ), full-nēlson, slight breeding-kīnk, mention multiple rounds, cūnnilingus.

wc. | MASTERLIST

there is a witch in the woods. that's what people say every halloween-the legend that whispers through the autumn air, chilling the bones of anyone who dares to listen. the witch comes when the night is coldest, when the moon is veiled in mist, and the trees seem to reach out with their gnarled hands. she comes for the young men, those brave or foolish enough to wander too deep into the shadows.

they say she lurks in the darkness, eyes glowing like embers in the distance, waiting for the perfect moment. her breath, as cold as frost, clings to the air as she watches, unseen but always present. the rustle of leaves is her voice, the snap of twigs underfoot her silent steps. no one knows when she’ll appear, only that when she does, it’s too late.

you imagine the taste of their flesh before you even see them-rich with fear, warm with life. the blood, thick and sweet, spills over your lips as you sink your teeth into their soft, vulnerable skin. bones crunch under your fingers, marrow melting on your tongue as you devour every last piece, leaving nothing behind but echoes in the woods.

and then she fades back into the darkness, satisfied, the forest swallowing her whole, as if she was never there. until the next halloween, when she returns, hungry once more.

you saw the man, strikingly beautiful with long, jet-black hair that cascaded like a waterfall of shadows, as dark as the depths of the night you hide within. he seemed to be woven from the fabric of darkness itself, every strand shimmering like the ink of the midnight sky. above him, a raven circled lazily, its wings slicing through the air with an elegance that mirrored the man’s own grace.

his eyes, a captivating shade of deep purple, glowed with an otherworldly light, drawing you in like a moth to a flame. they held secrets, ancient and profound, and as he moved through the dimly lit forest, the very air around him seemed to shimmer, electrified by his presence. his body was sculpted like a god’s, muscular and alluring, every curve and line perfected by some unseen hand, exuding both strength and vulnerability.

as you lingered in the shadows, your heart raced with an insatiable hunger you had never known before, a thirst that clawed at your insides like a wild animal yearning to be free. this was no ordinary craving; it was a primal urge that surged through your veins, urging you to emerge from the darkness and claim him as your own.

you felt the pull of the moonlight, the way it danced upon his skin, illuminating him in a soft, ethereal glow that made him seem almost unreal. each step he took sent ripples of longing through you, and for a moment, time stood still. you were entranced, spellbound by his beauty, captivated by the way the shadows clung to him like a lover’s embrace.

your breath caught in your throat as you imagined the taste of his flesh, the warmth of his blood coursing through your veins. the ache within you intensified, sharper than any hunger you had ever felt, and the line between desire and desperation began to blur. he was a temptation wrapped in darkness, a siren call in the moonlit night, and you were helpless to resist.

in that moment, you knew you would do anything to possess him, to devour him whole, to taste the sweetness of his life as it flowed through you. the thought consumed you, twisting your mind with a beautiful, haunting allure. the witch in the woods had found her prey, and the night was still young.

stupid, naive, idiotic witch. that’s what geto suguru thought the moment he laid eyes on you. you stood amidst the twisted trees, cloaked in shadows, your beauty radiating like an enchanting spell in the darkness. the moonlight filtered through the branches, illuminating your delicate features, casting an ethereal glow that made you seem almost otherworldly. but he could see beyond that facade—beyond your charm and allure—into the depths of your foolishness.

you were a pretty thing, with hair that tumbled like a cascade of silver moonbeams, and eyes that sparkled like stars caught in a web of night. yet, despite your enchanting appearance, you carried an air of innocence that was maddeningly naive. suguru couldn’t help but feel a pang of frustration at your reckless curiosity, the way you ventured so deep into the woods, unafraid of the dangers that lurked in the shadows. it was as if you invited doom with every step, a delicious irony that only added to your allure.

he stepped closer, the forest floor crunching softly beneath his feet, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves. every instinct within him screamed to turn back, to escape the spell you cast, yet he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. you twirled in the moonlight, laughter echoing through the trees, a sound both haunting and beautiful, sending shivers down his spine.

he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that you were playing a dangerous game. he would be the one devouring your soul and flesh, not the other way around. he would ensure it. as much as he admired your beauty, it fueled a dark hunger within him—a need to possess and consume.

as you danced under the moon, blissfully unaware of the predator watching you, suguru’s mind twisted with thoughts of how easily he could snuff out your light. the very idea made his heart race, a morbid thrill coursing through him. you were too innocent for this world, too naive to recognize the darkness that curled around you like a hungry serpent.

he would be the one to show you the truth, to awaken you to the shadows that danced just out of sight. he would weave your fate into his own, and when the moment came, he would relish the sweetness of your demise. your laughter would turn to gasps, and those sparkling eyes would widen in shock as he claimed what was rightfully his.

as he closed the distance between you, the forest whispered secrets of the night, and suguru smiled—a beautiful, chilling smile that promised a delightful darkness lurking just beneath the surface. the witch may have thought herself clever, but she had no idea of the fate that awaited her in the arms of the very predator she danced so carelessly around.

he chuckled softly against your lips, his tongue expertly moving against your own with a growing hunger. his large hand caressed your chin before gripping it firmly, tilting your head back. he broke the kiss with a sly smirk, his breath hot against your ear. god, he is beautiful.

“you taste even sweeter up close.”

his other hand moved down to your hip, pulling you closer to him, closing the remaining space between your bodies. the shadows of the night seemed to dance along with the heat of the moment, adding an air of intensity to the encounter.

he pressed his forehead against, his gaze locking onto yours, his eyes dark and intense. his smile is a sinister thing, a spell, a mantra, you name it.

“you’re too careless, witch.”

he continued, his voice a low rumble, his grip on your hip tightening ever so slightly. “there are far more dangerous creatures lurking in these woods than me.”

his words were both a warning and a taunt, a reminder of the delicate nature of your actions. he leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear, the heat of his breath sending a chill down your spine.

“but i’m the one you’ve chosen to dance with.” he pressed a soft kiss against your jawline, his lips trailing down your neck, nipping at your skin.

he smirked, relishing the effect his words had on you, his hand moving to your chin, brushing a stray strand of hair away from your face. his touch was tender yet possessive, an electric pulse that sent shivers racing down your spine. your heart raced as you stared into his deep, dark eyes, a mix of fear and exhilaration swirling within you.

“but you aren’t afraid of me, are you?” he whispered, his voice smooth like honey, each word dripping with a dark allure that wrapped around your senses.

you felt a rush of warmth spread through your cheeks, and for a moment, you could only blink at him, starstruck, caught in the magnetic pull of his presence. the world around you faded away, the night air thick with tension and something else—something dangerous and thrilling.

“n-no,” you finally managed to stammer, your voice barely above a whisper, a breathy denial that was laced with uncertainty. as the words left your lips, you could feel the weight of the truth behind them, the hint of thrill in your chest that pushed back against the caution in your mind. there was something captivating about him, something that made you feel alive in ways you couldn’t quite comprehend.

the soft moonlight danced upon his features, highlighting the sharp angles of his face, the way his lips curled into a knowing smile. he seemed to revel in your answer, his eyes glinting with satisfaction, as if he had unraveled a secret you had tried to hide.

he leaned closer, his breath warm against your skin, and you could feel the heat radiating from him, consuming you whole. your heart hammered in your chest, caught between fear and the intoxicating thrill of being so close to someone who felt both dangerous and alluring.

you could almost hear the wicked laughter echoing in your mind, a warning that maybe you should be afraid—afraid of the way he looked at you, of the way he seemed to see straight through to your soul. yet, standing there in his presence, you couldn’t bring yourself to feel anything but an overwhelming fascination.

“hmm... that’s good.”

he murmured against your skin, his lips ghosting down your neck, his tongue tracing a path of heat along your throat. he could feel your heart thump against your chest, the quickening rhythm a delicious affirmation of the effect he had on you.

“you haven’t run. you’re either braver than i give you credit for, or you’re more foolish than i could’ve imagined. trusting me in the dead of night, what a stupid little witch.”

a slight smirk playing on his lips. his thumb slowly brushed along your lower lip, his touch both gentle and suggestive. his eyes held a hint of mischief, as if he was silently challenging you to keep pushing the boundaries. he studied your expression, the tension palpable in the air— eyes locking with yours. he caressed your chin with his thumb, his touch gentle yet possessive.

“but i wouldn’t want you to be fearful of me, witch, wouldn’t i?” he whispered. “after all, i’m the only one who can keep you safe in these woods.”

his words hung in the air, heavy with implication, as his fingers traced a slow path along your jawline. the touch sends shivers down your spine, a mix of trepidation and anticipation coiling within you.

you swallowed hard, trying to find your voice amidst the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside. “s-safe?” you echoed, the word tasting bitter on your tongue. it was a lie, and you both knew it. he wasn't here to protect you; he was the predator, and you were his prey.

yet, even as the rational part of your mind screamed warnings, another part of you yearned to believe him. to trust in the promise of safety offered by this enigmatic figure, despite everything screaming otherwise. it was a dangerous game, one that blurred the lines between hunter and hunted, victim and savior.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest, the sound vibrating against your body as he pulled you closer. his other hand came up to cradle the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“yes, safe,” he repeated, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument. “i won’t let anyone harm you while you're under my protection. isn’t that what you want, little witch?”

his words were a challenge, a test of your resolve. he knew the danger he posed, the threat he represented, and yet he stood before you now, offering a twisted form of security. it was a perverse irony, one that spoke to the darkness lurking within him.

as he gazed into your eyes, you could see the hunger there, the primal desire that burned hot and bright. “safe from the darkness that lurks in these woods, from the monsters that prowl under the cover of night.” his other hand came up to rest on your hip, pulling you closer once more as if he is hungry from possessed you, hunger to feel your skin in his, all bare and glisten. “from the fears that haunt your dreams and the doubts that plague your waking hours.”

his words washed over you like a dark tide, each syllable a seductive promise that threatened to pull you under. you could feel the heat of his body seeping into yours, the solid strength of his muscles a counterpoint to the vulnerability you felt in his presence.

your breath hitched as his hand slid further down your side, fingertips grazing the curve of your waist before coming to rest just above the swell of your hip. the contact sent sparks dancing across your skin, leaving trails of fire in its wake.

“b-but...” you began, your voice trembling slightly as you struggled to articulate the tangled mess of thoughts swirling in your mind. “i don’t need protecting. i can take care of myself. i am a witch, it’s you who needs protection.”

even as the words left your lips, you knew they were a lie.

a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a flicker of amusement in his eyes as he listened to your words. he could sense the hesitation in your voice, the way your body trembled ever so slightly beneath his touch.

“is that so?” he murmured, his hand sliding further down to cup your rear, squeezing the supple flesh with a possessive grip. “you think you can handle me, little witch? you think you have the power to tame the beast?”

he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispered, "i'm not so sure about that. i've seen witches like you before, all bravado and bluster. but when push comes to shove, you're nothing more than delicate little flowers, ready to wilt at the first sign of trouble." his hand glazed your skin above your beautiful gown and stop in your breast, giving you a firm squeeze.

a gasp escaped your lips as his hand cupped your breast, the sudden pressure sending a jolt of sensation through your body. you could feel your nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of your gown, aching for his touch.

“t-trouble?” you managed to stammer out, your voice barely above a whisper. the word seemed to echo in the stillness of the forest, a haunting reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond the circle of light cast by the moon.

despite the fear that knotted in your stomach, you found yourself leaning into his touch, craving more of the warmth and comfort he offered. it was a dangerous surrender, one that blurred the lines between captor and captive, predator and prey.

“’m not a flower,” you insisted, even as your body betrayed your words.

“no,” he agreed, his voice a low rumble against your ear. “you're something far more enticing.”

his hand moved away from your breast, trailing down your belly until it reached the hem of your dress. he gave a small tug, lifting the fabric enough to expose the smooth skin of your thighs.

“so tell me, little witch,” he continued, his voice dropping to a murmur as his fingers traced lazy circles on your thigh. “are you scared?” he asked, his words hanging heavy in the air between them. he watched your reaction closely, studying every flicker of emotion that crossed your face.

a shudder ran through you at his touch, your skin tingling where his fingers grazed. the cool night air kissed your exposed flesh, a stark contrast to the heat building within you.

“scared?” you repeated, the word sounding foreign on your tongue. you tried to gather your scattered thoughts, to muster some semblance of defiance, but it was a losing battle. his proximity, his scent, the raw masculinity emanating from him— it all served to short-circuit your brain, reducing you to a quivering mass of nerves and hormones.

“i..” you started, then faltered. truth be told, you were terrified. not just of him, but of the feelings he stirred up inside you. the way your body responded to his touch, the traitorous ache building between your legs— it was all so wrong, so dangerous.

a low chuckle rumbled in his chest as he sensed your inner turmoil. his fingers continued their maddeningly slow exploration of your thigh, inching higher with each pass. “fear is natural,” he purred, his breath warm against your ear. “but it's also exhilarating, isn't it? the thrill of being out of control, of surrendering to the unknown...”

his hand finally reached the apex of your thighs, fingers tracing the edge of your panties with deliberate slowness. he paused there, letting the weight of his gaze settle upon you.

“i can make you feel things you’ve never experienced before,” he promised, his voice a husky whisper. “pleasures so intense, they’ll leave you breathless and begging for more.” with that, he pushed your gown up around your hips, baring your lower half to the moonlight.

your heart pounded in your chest as he exposed you to the night air, the cool breeze a stark contrast to the heat pooling between your thighs. you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and intent, making your skin prickle with awareness.

a whimper escaped your lips as his fingers brushed against the damp fabric of your panties, the intimate touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through your core. you bit your lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to spill free.

“d-don’t,” you managed to choke out, even as your hips twitched involuntarily, seeking more of his touch. the dichotomy of your actions— resisting even as you craved— was a constant struggle, a war waged within the confines of your own mind.

a wicked grin spread across his face as he witnessed your internal conflict. he loved seeing you squirm, loved knowing that he held such power over your body and emotions.

“oh, but i must,” he countered, his voice dripping with sinful intent. “you see, little witch, this body of yours... it's a work of art. and an artist can't resist the urge to explore, to create, to bring forth beauty from the canvas.”

his fingers dipped beneath the elastic of your panties, teasing the slick folds of your sex. he groaned softly at the wetness he found there, his thumb circling your clit with deliberate slowness.

“look at how responsive you are,” he praised, his breath hot against your ear. “how eager to please. you were made for this, weren’t you? made to be touched, tasted, claimed...”

it went too far, toooo far for your liking. you were supposed to hunt a young man, consume their fear, even bones, blood and flesh. but here you are, face flushed against the moist, moss tree trunk and the ’young man’ kneel behind you with your hips in the air and suffocate himself in your pussy.

he grinned against your slick folds, the vibrations of his laughter sending ripples of pleasure through your core. his tongue delved deeper, lapping at your essence with fervent hunger.

“mmm, you taste divine,” he growled, his voice muffled by your arousal. “like forbidden fruit, ripe, untouched and ready for plucking.”

his hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you flush against his face as he feasted upon you. he alternated between broad, flat strokes and targeted flicks against your sensitive bud, driving you towards the precipice of ecstasy.

“come undone for me, little witch,” he urged, his words a sensual command. “let go of your inhibitions and give in to the pleasure. let me hear those sweet moans as i devour this pretty pussy...”

he redoubled his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth as his tongue plunged into your depths, stroking along your inner walls. the lewd sounds of his oral assault filled the night air, mingling with your ragged breathing and keening whimpers.

geto was lost in the heady musk of your arousal, drunk on the power he wielded over your trembling form.

the world narrowed to the point of pleasure, everything else fading into insignificance as he worked you over with skillful precision. his mouth, hot and insistent, devoured your most intimate places, leaving no inch of your sex unexplored.

your back arched, pressing your breasts against the rough bark of the tree as waves of bliss crashed over you. the tension coiling in your belly tightened to a snapping point, threatening to unravel you completely.

“ahh!” you cried out, unable to contain the desperate plea as your orgasm built to a crescendo. your thighs trembled, the muscles locking up as you teetered on the brink. then, with a guttural moan, you came apart at the seams. your vision went white, stars bursting behind your eyelids as ecstasy ripped through you like a wildfire.

the moment you peaked, he doubled his efforts, sucking hard on your clit as his tongue thrust deep, coaxing out every last tremor of your climax. he reveled in the way your body shook, in the wanton cries that spilled from your lips, in the sweet nectar that flooded his mouth.

as the aftershocks subsided, he gentled his ministrations, lapsing into long, soothing strokes to ease you back to earth. when he finally pulled away, his chin glistened with your release, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“exquisite,” he murmured, his praise a low, appreciative rumble. “you're a natural-born seductress, little witch.”

dazed and sated, you sagged against the tree, your legs still weak from the intensity of your orgasm. you couldn't meet his gaze, too overwhelmed by the lingering sensations and the realization of what had just transpired.

“w-what have we done?” you whispered, the words feeling foreign on your tongue. the night air carried the musky scent of your arousal, a tangible reminder of the forbidden pleasures you’d indulged in.

despite the haze of post-coital bliss, a twinge of guilt tugged at your conscience. you were a witch, sworn to uphold the laws of nature and magic. yet here you stood, panting and disheveled, having just succumbed to the advances of a stranger. and yet, as you stole a glance at the man you haven't known his name yet, you felt no regret.

he rose to his feet, towering over your trembling form. his eyes gleamed with satisfaction, dark and hungry, as he took in your debauched state.

“we’ve given in to our desires, little witch,” he said simply, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. his hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his gaze. “and there’s nothing wrong with that. pleasure is a gift, one to be savored and enjoyed without shame or apology.”

his thumb traced the curve of your bottom lip, a teasing caress. “besides, we're not strangers anymore, are we? i’ve seen parts of you that no one else has, tasted your essence, felt your body quake beneath my touch.

he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your sweat-dampened forehead, his touch tender and reassuring. “there’s no shame in giving in to that instinct, especially when it leads to moments like these.”

his gaze drifted down to your lips, which still bore the faint imprint of his kiss. a flicker of longing sparked in his purple eyes, a silent promise of more to come. the warmth of his touch seeped into your skin, calming the residual tremors of your climax. his words, spoken with such conviction and passion, resonated deep within you, stirring something primal and yearning.

you leaned into his hand, craving more of his gentle affection. the vulnerability of the moment, coupled with the afterglow of your intense encounter, left you feeling open and receptive to whatever he might offer.

“i... i never knew it could feel like that,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. the admission hung in the air, a confession of sorts, as you struggled to find the right words to express the depth of your experience.

“with you, it’s different,” you continued, meeting his gaze with a hint of shy courage. “i want to explore this... what’s your name?”

a slow, satisfied smirk spread across his face as he listened to your confession. the vulnerability in your voice, the raw honesty of your words, stirred something deep within him— a primal need to protect, to possess, to claim.

“geto suguru,” he replied, his voice a low, husky murmur. "but you can call me suguru.”

his thumb brushed across your lower lip, tracing its contours with deliberate slowness. “and i’m glad it feels different with me, little witch. because you and I... we're meant for each other.”

he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting across your skin as he spoke. “i can show you things you've only dreamed about, take you to heights of pleasure you never thought possible. all you have to do is trust me, surrender yourself to the moment...”

the heat of his breath sent shivers down your spine, his words weaving a spell of temptation around you. the promise of untold pleasures, of experiences beyond your wildest dreams, was intoxicating.

you nodded slowly, your heart pounding in anticipation. “i trust you, suguru,” you breathed, the name falling easily from your lips. “i want to see what you can show me, to feel the heights you speak of...”

your hands reached up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as you drew him closer. the scent of him, musky and masculine, filled your senses, stoking the flames of desire that still smoldered within you.

“take me further,” you whispered, your voice a sultry purr. “show me the depths of pleasure, the extremes of sensation. i’m yours, suguru, body and soul.”

a deep, throaty chuckle rumbled from his chest at your eager submission. his hands slid down your sides, gripping your hips firmly as he pulled you flush against him.

‘what a naive, stupid witch’ he thought.

“such a good little witch, so willing to submit to her desires,” he praised, his voice dripping with approval. “i'll take you to the very edge and push you off, again and again, until you're screaming my name in ecstasy.”

his lips claimed yours in a bruising kiss, demanding and dominating. tongues clashed, dancing in a sensual duel as he explored the depths of your mouth. his hands roamed your curves, kneading and squeezing, mapping every inch of your body with an almost reverent touch.

breaking the kiss, he trailed his lips along your jawline, nipping and sucking at your sensitive flesh.

your mind reeled from the onslaught of sensations, the force of his kiss leaving you breathless and wanting more. his words, laced with dark promises, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

the roughness of his touch, the dominance in his actions, awakened a part of you that craved to be taken, to be possessed utterly. you arched into his embrace, offering yourself willingly to his exploration.

when his lips found your neck, you tilted your head to grant him better access, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he marked you with his teeth and tongue. the pain mingled with pleasure, heightening your awareness of every sensation.

“yes, suguru,” you panted, your hands fisting in his hair to pull him closer. “more... please.”

a wicked grin twisted his features as he heard your plea, his eyes flashing with dark intent. his hands slipped beneath your skirt, fingers grazing the smooth skin of your thighs before delving between them.

“so wet already,” he growled approvingly, his fingertips circling your slick entrance. “you’re practically dripping for me, aren't you, little witch?”

he pushed a finger inside you, groaning at the tight, scorching heat that enveloped him. his thumb found your clit, rubbing in firm circles as he began to pump his finger in and out of your pussy.

“i’m going to fuck you right here, against this tree,” he promised, his voice thick with lust.

a sharp cry escaped your lips as his finger plunged deep, stretching and filling you in ways you hadn't experienced before. the pressure on your clit sent sparks of pleasure racing through your nerves, intensifying the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body.

“oh it feels good!” you moaned, your hips bucking involuntarily to meet his thrusts. the rough bark of the tree scratched your back, but you hardly noticed, lost as you was in the exquisite torture of his touch.

his words, spoken with such raw hunger, only fueled the fire burning within you. the idea of being taken, right there in the open, with no pretense or restraint, sent a thrill of danger and excitement through your veins.

“please, suguru,” you begged, your voice high and breathy.

he added a second finger, scissoring them inside you to stretch your tight passage even further. his thumb continued its relentless assault on your clit, driving you closer to the brink of climax with each passing second.

“begging so sweetly,” he purred, his free hand coming up to grasp your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. “look at you, so desperate for my cock, for me to fill you up and make you scream.”

he withdrew his fingers, leaving you empty and aching. before you could protest, he spun you around, pressing you face-first against the tree trunk. his hands gripped your hips, pulling them back to present your ass to him invitingly. “spread your legs, witch,” he commanded, his voice low and commanding.

a whimper of protest escaped your lips as his fingers were abruptly withdrawn, leaving you hollow and needy. the sudden shift in position had you teetering on the edge of panic, but the firm grip on your hips offered a strange sense of security.

you obeyed his command without hesitation, spreading your legs wide to expose your dripping cunt and puckered asshole. the cool night air kissed your wet folds, sending shivers down your spine.

“suguru..” you pleaded, your voice muffled against the tree. “like this?”

a guttural groan of appreciation rumbled from his chest as he took in the sight of you, spread wide and vulnerable before him. his eyes burned with a fierce, primal hunger, drinking in every detail of your exposed flesh.

“exactly like that, little witch,” he rasped, his hands roaming over your ass, squeezing and kneading the plump cheeks. “so pretty, so perfect for taking my cock.”

he lined himself up with your entrance, the broad head of his dick nudging against your slick folds. with a swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, a low growl of satisfaction vibrating through his chest.

“fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, his hips jerking as he began to move, setting a brutal pace that had you crying out with each deep stroke.

a strangled scream tore from your throat as he impaled you on his massive cock, the sheer size of him stretching your walls to their limits. the initial pain gave way to overwhelming pleasure, each thrust driving him deeper, harder, until it felt like he was reaching the very core of your being.

“ahh! s-suguru!” you wailed, your nails digging into the rough bark of the tree as you clung to it for support. the relentless pounding of his hips sent shockwaves of ecstasy through your body, threatening to consume you whole.

your inner muscles clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth, to milk him for all he was worth. the lewd sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air, mingling with your ragged breathing and his guttural grunts.

he pounded into you mercilessly, his balls slapping against your clit with each savage thrust. the sound of your cries, your desperate pleas for more, only spurred him on, driving him to claim you completely.

“goooood girl, good little witch,” he snarled, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. “take every inch of my cock, let it ruin you for anyone else.”

his hand snaked around to wrap around your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you gasp and arch back against him. the combination of the rough grip and the unrelenting pace had you teetering on the edge of oblivion.

he adjusted his hold on you, spinning you around to face away from him once more. this time, however, he had you suspended in mid-air, your back pressed firmly against his chest as he wrapped his strong arms around you, pinning your knees to your shoulders in tight nelson hold.

the new angle allowed him to plunge even deeper inside you, his thick cock stroking against sensitive spots with every thrust. the change in position also put your clit directly in line with his pelvis, the friction sending jolts of electricity through your entire body.

“feel that, witch?” he panted in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. “this is what it means to be mine, to be fucked by me. i’m going to use you, fill you, mark you as my property, i’m gonna breed you.”

a hoarse moan ripped from your throat as he drove into you with renewed vigor, the intense stimulation of your clit and the depth of his penetration pushing you rapidly towards climax. the feeling of helplessness, of being completely at his mercy, only heightened your arousal.

“oh, my god!” you screamed, your body trembling in his iron grip. “it’s— too much, too—mhmm.” your inner walls spasmed around his cock with the thought of being bred by him, of carrying his child, sent a thrill of dark desire through your veins.

he could feel your pussy fluttering around his shaft, the telltale signs of an impending orgasm. he redoubled his efforts, fucking you with wild abandon, determined to bring you over the edge.

“that's it, cum for me,” he growled, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your neck. “let go, witch. show me how much you need my cock.”

with a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, grinding against your cervix as he unleashed a torrent of seed deep within your womb. the sensation of his hot cum flooding your insides triggered your own climax, and you came undone in his arms, convulsing around him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over you.

your world exploded into a kaleidoscope of color and sensation as your orgasm washed over you, the intensity of it almost painful in its ferocity. you could feel every pulse of geto’s cock as he emptied himself deep inside you, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

a keening wail tore from your throat, echoing through the forest as your body shook and trembled in his grasp. the feeling of his cum filling you, claiming you, was both terrifying and exhilarating, a surrender to the darkness that lurked within you both.

as the aftershocks slowly faded, you collapsed against him, still in the mid air as he held you, spent and boneless, your mind reeling from the force of your release. somehow, despite the overwhelming pleasure, you managed to whisper a single word, a plea for more of this intoxicating madness.

“again...”

he chuckled darkly, the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against your back. despite having just come, his cock remained hard and throbbing inside you, ready for another round.

“insatiable little things, aren’t you?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “don't worry, we're far from done here.”

slowly, he lowered you to the ground, but kept you pinned beneath him, his weight pressing you into the soft earth. his hands roamed over your body possessively, caressing and teasing, stoking the fires of your desire once more.

“’m going to take you again and again,” he promised, his voice low and dangerous. “gonna fuck you in every hole, fill you with my cum until it’s dripping out of you. i’m going to ruin you for anyone else. watch me breed you.”

[celepom]

It’s Pride 2023! Time to put up some more comic recs!

This time I’ve put together some stories about discovering one’s own queer identity, outlining a family history of queerness, and several stories where being queer isn’t the focus - queer characters are simply allowed to be.

Belle of the Ball By Mari Costa

High-school senior and notorious wallflower Hawkins finally works up the courage to remove her mascot mask and ask out her longtime crush: Regina Moreno, head cheerleader, academic overachiever, and all-around popular girl. There’s only one teensy little problem: Regina is already dating Chloe Kitagawa, athletic all-star…and middling English student. Regina sees a perfectly self-serving opportunity here, and asks the smitten Hawkins to tutor Chloe free of charge, knowing Hawkins will do anything to get closer to her. And while Regina’s plan works at first, she doesn’t realize that Hawkins and Chloe knew each other as kids, when Hawkins went by Belle and wore princess dresses to school every single day. Before long, romance does start to blossom…but not between who you might expect. With Belle of the Ball, cartoonist Mariana Costa has reinvigorated satisfying, reliable tropes into your new favorite teen romantic comedy.

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The Moth Keeper By Kay O’Neill

Anya is finally a Moth Keeper, the protector of the lunar moths that allow the Night-Lily flower to bloom once a year. Her village needs the flower to continue thriving and Anya is excited to prove her worth and show her thanks to her friends with her actions, but what happens when being a Moth Keeper isn't exactly what Anya thought it would be? The nights are cold in the desert and the lunar moths live far from the village. Anya finds herself isolated and lonely. Despite Anya's dedication, she wonders what it would be like to live in the sun. Her thoughts turn into an obsession, and when Anya takes a chance to stay up during the day to feel the sun's warmth, her village and the lunar moths are left to deal with the consequences.

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Hollow By Shannon Watters, Branden Boyer-White & Berenice Nelle

Isabel "Izzy" Crane and her family have just relocated to Sleepy Hollow, the town made famous by—and obsessed with—Washington Irving's legend of the Headless Horseman. But city slicker-skeptic Izzy has no time for superstition as she navigates life at a new address, a new school, and, with any luck, with new friends. Ghost stories aren't real, after all.... Then Izzy is pulled into the orbit of the town's teen royalty, Vicky Van Tassel (yes, that Van Tassel) and loveable varsity-level prankster Croc Byun. Vicky's weariness with her family connection to the legend turns to terror when the trio begins to be haunted by the Horseman himself, uncovering a curse set on destroying the Van Tassel line. Now, they have only until Halloween night to break it—meaning it's a totally inconvenient time for Izzy to develop a massive crush on the enigmatic Vicky. Can Izzy's practical nature help her face the unknown—or only trip her up? As the calendar runs down to the 31st, Izzy will have to use all of her wits and work with her new friends to save Vicky and uncover the mystery of the legendary Horseman of Sleepy Hollow—before it's too late. 

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Until I Meet my Husband By Ryousuke Nanasaki & Yoshi Tsukizuki

The memoir of gay activist Ryousuke Nanasaki and the first religiously recognized same-sex marriage in Japan. From school crushes to awkward dating sites to finding a community, this collection of stories recounts the author’s “firsts” as a young gay man searching for love. Dating is never ever easy, but that goes doubly so for Ryousuke, whose journey is full of unrequited loves and many speed bumps. But perseverance and time heals all wounds, even those of the heart.

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Is Love the Answer? By Uta Isaki

When it comes to love, high schooler Chika wonders if she might be an alien. She’s never fallen for or even had a crush on anyone, and she has no desire for physical intimacy. Her friends tell her that she just "hasn't met the one yet," but Chika has doubts... It's only when Chika enters college and meets peers like herself that she realizes there’s a word for what she feels inside--asexual--and she’s not the only one. After years of wondering if love was the answer, Chika realizes that the answer she long sought may not exist at all--and that that's perfectly normal.

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M Is for Monster By Talia Dutton

When Doctor Frances Ai's younger sister Maura died in a tragic accident six months ago, Frances swore she would bring her back to life. However, the creature that rises from the slab is clearly not Maura. This girl, who chooses the name "M," doesn't remember anything about Maura's life and just wants to be her own person. However, Frances expects M to pursue the same path that Maura had been on—applying to college to become a scientist—and continue the plans she and Maura shared. Hoping to trigger Maura's memories, Frances surrounds M with the trappings of Maura's past, but M wants nothing to do with Frances' attempts to change her into something she's not. In order to face the future, both Frances and M need to learn to listen and let go of Maura once and for all. Talia Dutton's debut graphic novel, M Is for Monster, takes a hard look at what it means to live up to other people's expectations—as well as our own.

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Golden Sparkle By Minta Suzumaru

Himaru Uehara’s first year of high school is off to a good start, minus one problem—he keeps having wet dreams. With only his mom and sister at home—and having skipped health class in middle school—he thinks it means there’s something wrong with him. Thankfully, a new friend has just the remedy and teaches Himaru exactly how to deal with those pesky dreams! But his solution only leads to more confusion, and the two find themselves navigating feelings they’ve never felt before.

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Thieves By Lucie Bryon

Ella can’t seem to remember a single thing from the party the night before at a mysterious stranger’s mansion, and she sure as heck doesn’t know why she’s woken up in her bed surrounded by a magpie’s nest of objects that aren’t her own. And she can’t stop thinking about her huge crush on Madeleine, who she definitely can’t tell about her sudden penchant for kleptomania… But does Maddy have secrets of her own? Can they piece together that night between them and fix the mess of their chaotic personal lives in time to form a normal, teenage relationship? That would be nice.

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Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic By Alison Bechdel

Meet Alison's father, a historic preservation expert and obsessive restorer of the family's Victorian home, a third-generation funeral home director, a high school English teacher, an icily distant parent, and a closeted homosexual who, as it turns out, is involved with his male students and a family babysitter. Through narrative that is alternately heartbreaking and fiercely funny, we are drawn into a daughter's complex yearning for her father. And yet, apart from assigned stints dusting caskets at the family-owned "fun home," as Alison and her brothers call it, the relationship achieves its most intimate expression through the shared code of books. When Alison comes out as homosexual herself in late adolescense, the denouement is swift, graphic -- and redemptive.

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She Loves to Cook, and She Loves to Eat By Sakaomi Yuzaki

Cooking is how Nomoto de-stresses, but one day, she finds herself making way more than she can eat by herself. And so, she invites her neighbor Kasuga, who also lives alone. What will come out of this impromptu dinner invitation...?

Kasuga and Nomoto promised to spend their Christmas and New Year’s together. Now, they find themselves learning more about each other’s families through the food sent by Nomoto’s mother. Cute character bento, salmon and rice, stollen, fruit sandwiches, roast beef…Nomoto and Kasuga warm up to each other over a cheerful holiday season.  

[nightxcreature]

Fated

Summary: reader is struggling with a decision about her life and who is in control of it.

Warnings: None really. Slight mentions of spice, but not smut. 18+ either way though please.

A/N: My fourth one for @jacklesversebingo 😍 I loved writing this one! This one knocks out the prompt “When were you going to mention you could do that?” Prompt is in bold. 🫶����

Headlights shine in my eyes from the opposite side of the highway as I coast easily toward the nearest motel. Sam passed out in the backseat a few hours ago and I had finally convinced Dean to give me the wheel shortly after so he could get a few hours of rest before we head to the police station. We’d been pulling an all nighter toward a small town in Wisconsin, signs of vampiric activity and a few local legends had sent us this way with no signs of sleep in sight.

I had snagged some of my own tapes from my bag before Dean placed his head in my lap and immediately knocked out. Heart had been my only company for the last 60 miles. I slowly nodded along to the beginning riff of Magic Man as Ann Wilson’s soprano pulls me into a performance of my own.

“Cold, late night so long ago when I was not so strong ya know, pretty man came to me, never seen eyes so blue.” I sang along, one hand falling into Deans hair rubbing soft circles into his temple as he sleeps. We hadn’t been…whatever we are, for long, just a few months of flirty banter and stolen kisses, but I’ve never felt so adored in my life. He looked at me as though I had hung the moon and stars just for him.

“You know I could not run away, it seemed we’d seen each other in a dream. Seemed like he knew me, he looked right through me.” I was given the gift of sight as a child, the gift being passed down generation to generation in my family. Most of my visions were quick and to the point, never lengthy and always to do with the people and situations close to me. So when I’d had a premonition several months ago of two strange men being attacked by a shapeshifter in Lebanon, confused was an understatement. But, something about Dean’s green eyes and freckled face had pulled me in, as if being tugged along by a string. Shortly after getting us all to safety, Castiel had come to me in a dream, showing me images that came from the Big Man Upstairs. I was meant to be with the brothers, meant to join their fight, and navigate the strange relationship I’d found in the older brother.

Angels, Demons, and the like had never crossed my mind. Sure, a gift like mine must’ve come from somewhere, but God? I couldn’t believe it. And yet, the two men I’d helped were quick to ease me into the life. Sam and I had gotten closer over the time I’d been with them, joking and bonding over the nerdiest of things. He had quickly become one of my greatest friends. My relationship with Dean, however, was like a fire igniting in my soul, I was attracted to him like a moth to the flame. We hadn’t labeled anything, and I assumed we never would, but that was perfectly okay with me. What good is a label when God himself has decided that you’re fated to belong to one another, body and soul, whether you like it or not.

Fighting through the feelings that Dean brought out of me was debilitating at times. Deciding if they were of my own volition or if they came from some kind of divine intervention was one of the most exhausting things I’d ever tried to do. But the attraction we felt for one another was undeniable. “Try to understand, oh try to understand. He’s a magic man, oh, he’s got magic hands.” If Dean’s eyes were the doorway to his affection for me, his hands were the key. He knew my body down to the smallest dimple in such a short time, I would’ve thought he’d known me my entire life had we not met only a few months prior. He was everything I could’ve dreamed of in a lover; hard as stone one minute, ravaging and using me to his own release, and then soft and sweet the next. Night after night I was reminded of the way he felt for me, whether we were tangled up in the sheets or lying close together whispering in the dark.

“Come on home, girl, he said with a smile. You don’t have to love me yet, let’s get high a while. But try to understand, try to understand, try, try, try to understand…he’s a magic man.” I felt him stir below me before I heard him speak. His raspy voice pulling from my trip down memory lane, “Pretty.” He whispered, causing me to glance down and meet his sleepy smile with one of my own, “When were you going to mention you could do that?”

“Do what?” I question, confusion crossing my features, “Sing?”

“Yeah, like that.” He groans, rubbing his eyes.

I smile again, running my hands through his hair as I watch the sun begin to rise in front of me, “When were you going to ask?”

He chuckles and raises a brow, a teasing smile on his face, “Are soulmates supposed to ask? I figured we would just know.”

I glance quickly down at him, confused once more, “Soulmates? Is that what we are?”

He stretches and sits up, sliding to the middle of the bench seat and placing an arm around my shoulders, “I assumed you knew. That’s what I thought Cas was implying from the Big Guy. Is that okay with you?”

I shrug and smile nervously, “I wasn’t labeling anything. I’m not too sure how I feel about having no control over who I spend my life with. All these angels and demons seem to do is take away every choice we have.”

“I like to think that I’d choose you every life, not just this one.” He whispers, the light from the rising sun causing his green eyes to shine, “Monsters, angels, God, who cares? I choose you…even if you’re not sure about choosing me.”

I slowly pull the car into a spot at the first motel, throwing us into park and turning quickly to face him. He’s got a nervous blush to his cheeks, the first time I’ve ever seen him unsure about something. My chest aches knowing I’ve caused him to second guess himself.

“I think I’d choose you, too. I just…I want to be the one choosing. Not some guy in the sky, you know?” He nods as I speak and takes my face in his hands, the warmth of them causing me to close my eyes. His lips press to mine in a short, soft kiss and he places his forehead against mine.

His breathing is a little heavy when he finally sighs and smiles, “I can wait. I’m a little impatient, but when you know that you’re the one choosing, not some old white haired guy in the sky, let me know.”

“Thank you.” I whisper leaning into him and capturing his lips once more. I don’t know for certain that this is love, but I know that it feels like love. I know that if I were to find this attraction on my own, I would cling tight and never let go. I find hope in that, in the feeling of knowing that this magical man could truly be the love I’ve always yearned for and not just some pawn in a bored God’s game.

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A/N: I really enjoyed writing this one! I hope you’ve enjoyed reading it! Requests are open as is being added to my tag list!

Tags: @lmhf1 @whimsyfinny @daisydark @k-slla @enigmalynne @envysarchive

[pengujoon]

WITH ALL OF ME

cont. gojo x reader, fluff. use of my love, just reader being so in love with him. of course they kiss, this is a very soft fic, established relationship!au, intentional lowercase.

a/n. can you tell that im so lovesick for his man. 

song. john legend - all of me

the room was cast in a warm, inviting glow, the soft light of a dozen candles flickering like stars in the night sky. you and satoru had carved out this moment, a space for just the two of you, where the world outside was a distant memory. in this intimate haven, love hung heavy in the air, and your heart swelled with every beat in perfect harmony with his.

satoru sat beside you, his presence filling the room with a magnetic energy that drew you in like a moth to a flame. as you gazed at him, your heart couldn't help but swell with a deep, profound affection. his eyes held the universe within them, a cosmos of secrets and emotions that were yours to explore.

his smile, that mischievous, yet tender smile, was your favourite work of art. it had the power to chase away your worries, to melt your heart, and to ignite a fire of passion within you. when he laughed, it was as if a symphony of joy filled the room, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the melody.

you watched as he reached out, his fingers tracing an invisible path in the air. his voice, soft and filled with warmth, filled the room like a sweet serenade. it was a voice that could lull you to sleep or awaken the deepest desires within your heart.

every line of his face, every curve of his lips, and every spark in his eyes held a story, a story that you cherished, for you were the author of this chapter of his life. his vulnerabilities, his strengths, and his quirks were all part of the tapestry of your love.

satoru's hand found yours, fingers interlacing with a familiarity that sent shivers down your spine. the touch was electric, a connection that transcended words. in that moment, you felt like you were part of something greater, like you were two souls that had found their forever home in each other's arms.

the tenderness in his gaze was enough to make your heart skip a beat. his fingers traced delicate patterns on your hand, a silent language of affection that spoke volumes. every touch was a declaration of love, every caress an affirmation of your bond.

as you leaned in, your lips met his in a kiss that tasted like eternity. it was a kiss that spoke of a love deeper than words, a love that knew no bounds. in that kiss, you poured all your affection, all your desire, and all your dreams.

and as you pulled away, breathless and content, you whispered the words that your heart had been singing since the moment you met him. “i love you, satoru, with all of me.”

“my love.” he looked at you, his gaze unwavering, and in that moment, you knew that his love mirrored your very own. with a smile that held the promise of forever, he replied, “and i love you, with all of me too.”

no other words were needed, for your hearts spoke a language of love that transcended any language of the world. you closed your eyes and leaned in for another kiss, a sweet, tender affirmation of your love.

in the warmth of his embrace, surrounded by the warm, gentle light of the candles, you knew that you were exactly where you were meant to be, living your own love song, a melody that would play in your hearts for all eternity.

the chokehold this man has on me

[misstycloud]

Yandere!Hunter x Elf!Reader

Yandere!hunter who is the village’s loner. He rarely talks to anyone else, instead he prefers to keep to himself in his cabin secluded from the town.

Yandere!hunter who has heard legends about the kinds of creatures living in the forest nearby, the one that almost no one goes into. Well, except him of course. The place was gianourmus and hard to find the way out the moment you set foot inside. It was like a maze. One you’ll be trapped in forever if you weren’t careful.

Yandere!hunter who regards himself as a logical man and therefore doesn’t believe a word of those silly tales. They were just bedtime stories for kids, something parents used to keep them out of the woods.

Yandere!hunter who goes into the woods in hunt for prey, he needed meat to sell at the market; also he was in urgency of food on the table. He had to eat and lazing around the cabin wouldn’t solve anything.

Yandere!hunter who definitely doesn’t believe in things like elves. Ethereal, intelligent and magical, how could a perfect being be real. They don’t exist. But how come he met you?

Yandere!hunter who was just as surprised as you to come across another creatures on your adventure through the high trees. You immediately raised your guard when you saw him. He was a stranger, a potential threat to your life.

Yandere!hunter who was taken aback by your beauty. No one he’d ever seen before could compare to you. There was just something about you that instantly drew him in like a moth to a flame. You were obviously not a mortal, that was for sure. The hunter started thinking back to the legends, perhaps they were in fact true. There really were magical creatures such as elves living in the woods.

Yandere!hunter who lowered his weapons to show you that he wasn’t intending on harming you. Then he slowly inched closer to you, barely daring to breathe in fear of you simply being an illusion of being there for too long.

Yandere!hunter who is overjoyed when you don’t run away and chose to stay and talk to him. It had been a while since he last held a conversation longer than two sentences.

Yandere!hunter who is desperate when you say you needed to go home and begs you to meet with him in the same spot the next night. He had to speak to you again, he must get to know you more. Luckily you agree to his request, albeit a bit reluctantly at first while looking over your shoulder deeper into the forest. As if you were worried about something in there.

Yandere!hunter who is thoroughly enjoying the conversations you two share every night. Not only were you wonderful on the outside, you were heavenly on the inside too. So kind and full of life, always curious about things and willing to learn.

Yandere!hunter who thinks your pointed ears are just adorable and let’s you feel his own rounded ones. How your face lits up when you are allowed to touch his ears is so cute, he thinks.

Yandere!hunter who absolutely loves when you ask him questions regarding his life. You showed interest in him! He answers all questions honestly, only wanting to reveal himself to you. You were the first person to ask him about his day and his likes, it warmed his heart to the point of it feeling like it’s going to explode.

Yandere!hunter who is sad when his inquiries concerning your life is responded with vague and short replies. You say that you can’t really tell him that much about your society, that it would be unfair to the others.

Yandere!hunter who realises he can’t live without you in his life. He must have you with him. What if you’re not safe? What if someone’s being mean towards you? What if another comes for your hand?

Yandere!hunter who won’t let anyone else have you when he needs you the most. The next time you meet, he supposed he’ll have to convince you that he is a much better option and you’ll be happier with him.

[filletedfennysnake]

Arthurian characters as insects I see on a semi-regular basis

Because if I don't do it, who will?

Part 1: The Orkney-Pendragons (and friends)

Arthur: Monarch butterfly, Danaus plexippus

To be completely honest, I didn't even realize the wordplay aspect here until now. The posterchild butterfly; even people unfamiliar with insects can probably name it. Impressive in terms of mileage (I suppose king arthur's been around for a while. chronologically) and also, under special circumstances, very resistant to death

Guinevere: Western velvety tree ant, Liometopum occidentale

To anyone who thinks guinevere would is a butterfly: you are wrong! ants upon be ye. No but seriously I've been working with this species all summer (images are mine, that's a winged male and a female worker above) and man they're neat! Dominant ant species in the woodland here; they support many other arthropod species via symbiotic relationships and are a major political ecological resource. They're also very pretty as ants go but really really aggressive and bitey. When stressed they release an alarm pheromone that smells very strongly of mint.

Morgan: Arizona mantis, Stagmomantis limbata

Cool. powerful. weird. into sex that humans find freaky. Can be used as a mercenary against flies. Never turns up when or where you expect it. I'm like 58% sure that manteoda consists entirely of fairies anyway and besides that morgan deserves it.

Morgause: Black soldier fly, Hermetia illucens

Very dapper, with an undeniably commanding presence. Looks mean (it has evolved to mimic a wasp) but is actually rather harmless, and has magic powers insanely cool mechanisms that allow it to process yucky polluted waste into useful things like fertilizer and animal feed. The larvae can also produce grease and chitin– economically relevant critters! They remain underrated and probably will stay as such until people recognize the importance of 'uncharismatic' animals (arthurian authors I am begging you write a version Morgause that isn't misogynist or girlbossified pLEASE).

Gawain: Western yellowjacket, Vespula pensylvanica

*points* bitch. No but seriously I can recognize the significance and beauty of these animals while still calling them out as annoying (this is gawaincore. to me). The only thing that stops them from becoming invasive in their OWN NATIVE RANGE is the occasional cold snap and lack of sun in the wintertime. In areas without that they are a serious problem. you want to drink a beverage or eat a burger in peace? No. your food is their food now and they won't hesitate to sting/bite in defense of this divine right. They thirst for carnage but are annoyingly pretty

Gringolet: Western paper wasp, Mischocyttarus flavitarsis

Matching with gawain <3. but seriously seeing one of these babies in person can be a little awe-inspiring if you aren't already expecting them. absolute BEASTS. generalist predators that can and will feed directly on living flesh. Their primary defense strategy is ramming into their opponent at full fucking speed. legends.

Agravaine: Red admiral, Vanessa atalanta

Underrated and pretty butterfly that uses nettles (prickly!) as a host plant. territorial but loses to bigger butterfly species all the time (I've seen it. trust me). Also a bit of a tease, they're notorious for letting people get close to them only to fly away as if personally affronted

Gaheris: Dusky raisin moth, Ephestiodes gilvescentella

not much to say here. It's gaheris. I find these in the pantry all the time, usually because they keep trying to lay eggs in our flour. They're a pain in the ass

Gareth: Western carpenter bee, Xylocopa californica

So very very cute and fuzzy. Not the kind of bee we get honey from, but it could pretend to be and we probably wouldn't mind. Absorbs heat well. Steals nectar from flowers without pollinating them sometimes, the little rascal. Also quite horny; they exhibit a variety of mating behaviors

Mordred: Painted lady, Vanessa cardui

knock off monarch butterfly. lol.

Lot: Torpedo bug, Siphanta acuta

not going to lie this insect is probably too cool looking get assigned to Lot

Kay: Stink beetle, Eleodes sp.

dignified. a bit of a trundler. gets the job done. Mostly harmless, but from a young age we're taught not to provoke them anyways because when threatened they release a truly awful stank

Ywain: Gulf fritillary, Dione vanillae

A gorgeous species that somehow gets overshadowed by the more showy butterflies. just a good-natured guy all round. I like ywain but I don't think he's too complicated :)

[idontevenknowanythingsendhelp]

A friend of mine just pointed this out (someone’s probably already posted about this, but I haven’t seen it so) but this guy is just, in the background of some of Ranboo’s thumbnails for Generation Loss on his RanbooLive channel. There are many reasons this guy can be here. The main ones we focused on were this guy possibly being someone (important?) in Generation Loss (Showfall employee, the founder, Hetch maybe?) or this is just some random man that the creator of the thumbnails put in to either throw people off or just because it was funny. Idk, that’s really all we talked about. There are probably other reasons but we only talked about these before moving on. Just thought I’d talk about it.

Edit: alright, I have been informed it might just be Ethan Winters and there are a bunch of other little guys in thumbnails and the artist apparently just does this. My bad, I know literally nothing on the internet.

WHY ARE SO MANY OF YOU GUYS LIKING THIS, IT’S LITERALLY JUST ME AND MY BEST FRIEND BEING DUMB IDIOTS, WHAT IS SO APPEALING??

To the next person to like this and remind me of it: I will pull a Ranboo and eat your children.

Edit: @samsclubhotdogs, you had better watch out. Your day of reckoning shall arrive.

@spiderwebsinzibbyshead, @brockendrems, @smallworld334, @bonemeal12, @moth-souppp, @void-speaks, @noels-nebula, @zeros-tmntbrainrot, @moobswithsoup, @shadowflayeronlyfans, @goofytaylor, do not test me. Count your days.

@whiteeyesandtina. Despite the clear warnings, you all seem to continue. You all shall regret this.

@blue0909, @smile458, @jaz-oline, why do I even try?

@i-am-very-confuse, sleep with one eye open.

@tobyfobywoahby, you all are quite daring. I respect it. Mostly.

@wheatleyinabox, I don’t know why, but I like your name. You will be spared. For now.

@unnmedauthr, why. Just- why. Do any of you have any self preservation!?

I must now create a list for any future victims targets, I suppose.

@cas-mentalynothereeee, @oxidantdreamboat, @spinspoon, @fuzzyoctarian, @whoreraccoon, @unknown-and-invisible, @morticuz, @just-call-me-jackson, @pigeons-with-jello, @soapychickenn, @himxa, @hcrystal02, @m00nnition, @sillylegoman, @marcothepinata, @arsonistbeee, @definatelynot6stackedrats, @v01dw4tch3r, @sensitive-little-frog, @cactibraindump, @lunaeclipse1057, @medeivalpencil, @ill-beyour-captain, @thebritishteacup

*sigh* Unfortunately, it will remain unfinished, as Tumblr will not cooperate with me. 😔 truly so sad.

This is getting difficult to keep track of.

I believe I may have made a grave error.

To @spinspoon, you are… forgiven. I guess.

@moonb34r, @justherefornothing1, @louddragonhoagiehero, @road-stripe, @dreams-and-legends, go on, don’t be afraid, turn your location on, I just want to talk.

You idiots, I have reached the limit of mentions, what the fuck.

I am going to kill a man.

[justpoliteconversations]

Of A Feather [Legend x Winged!Reader]

Birds of a feather and all that nonsense.

One of the fic requests from this Post. It grows.

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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Hidden in the joists above the common room, you gaze upon your lover with keen interest from the darkened ceiling supports. Watching closely as he stripped from his outer armor and protective clothing at the doorway of your shared (with Ravio too, but he had snuck out earlier that morning, leaving you with the morning chores the jerk) home. Taking in, with the greatest appreciation and spine tingling delight, the elegant arch of his lithe back muscles, the hard flex of his thighs and calves as he bent over to take his boots off.

Even more appreciatively though, you watched as his nimble, ringed fingers went through the motions, each polished, glimmering stone drawing you in like a moth to flame. You drew slow, controlled breaths as the leather cord of a necklace (several, in fact) was revealed across his nape, teasing you with the promise of the elaborate nest of precious stones you knew lay at your love's chest.

Hn. Maybe you'd forgive Ravio for abandoning you this morning. You'd accept a little light work as payment for this moment of private (because Ravio always had something to say, the fucker), unabashed ogling. The bastard was rather intelligent and liked you well enough most days, so he'd probably done it on purpose (he had, because he was getting bored of your constant whining while Legend was gone. and because he hated dusting day).

Link snorted, quite unattractively at that, and cast a sly glance over his shoulder to your hiding place. You caught a glimpse of something shining at his collarbones and your heart nearly arrested. "You gonna come down and greet your man or just stare all day?" He snarked, teasingly, a barely contained smile forced into the visual of a smirk.

You saw through it all though. Your Link had always been such a needy bunny when he first got home from one of his advantures. Just one little peck on the cheek or wrist, and he'd putty in your hands.

That wasn't fun though. First, you needed to play the game.

"My man?" You snarked back, leaning over the joist so he could see your glinting eyes in the darkness. Unnerving to most, but you could see the way red crept up the collar of his tunic, under the straps of leather promise. "My man wouldn't come home without bringing back something good. As an apology for leaving his poor beloved all alone in this big, empty (Link snorted, because empty? really?) house."

Link's smirk twitched, resisting the urge to drop into a fond smile at your poor excuse of a hook and reel. He bit anyway, because how could you not when you seemed so proud of your little comeback.

"My apologies, most beloved in all the land." That you rolled your eyes at. "Let this humble knight make amends to his Angel." The words rolled so smoothly off his tongue as he fell back on his little used mannerisms.

Turning to face you fully, he beckoned you to him with a single raised hand (the one with the red jeweled ring you adored so much), keeping the other at the small of his back. He was bent slightly at the waist, staring up at you with amused, smoldering eyes framed by attractively tussled pink-blonde bangs. Displaying the thick tangle of beauty hanging in a dazzling curtain from his neck, at his collarbone. A choker hidden just at the base of his throat, lined with richly colored gemstones.

How could you refuse a siren's call.

You fell from the supports with careless ease, and with a brief snap of motion, glided on great, gleaming black wings to the floor below. Loose papers flutter at the gentle swish of wind left in your wake, the soft sway of tapestries, pictures and maps a quiet symphony to your passing.

You saw the way his sharp eyes took you in with covetous admiration, locked on the carefully (purposeful) arranged constellation of colorful stars dotted against your perfectly preened feathers and skin. A welcome home gift and a punishment all at once, delicate chains of gold and silver binding many of his most prized treasures close to your skin, your wondrous wings.

You landed before him with the delicate chime of jewels and chains, rearing to your full height in a blatant show of presentation. Raising your neck to display the gorgeous necklaces (his necklaces, his prizes, hard won and kept in the darkest of dungeons) and flicking your ears to rattle the intricate, dangling earrings (collected over a lifetime, by his scarred battle-worn hands) caressing against your neck.

Upon your forehead you could feel the silky sway of your hair ornaments resting in artful waves, lines of thin bands woven into the strains of your locks. The subtle weight of glittering temptation rested upon your wings with confident poise, a masterpiece of flesh and stone.

You held out your left hand to the man (waiting, anticipating). Revealing a thin, polished band upon a singular finger, painstakingly crafted metal so luminescent it glowed even in the daylight. Perfect, but for the warped edge you so adored to run your thumb across on those long, lonely nights (crafted by the hands of the man you love, and offered on one knee with an open, willing heart).

"Well, my knight." You said, smiling around far too many teeth. Hiding the way your heart thundered at the sight of his haggard, sleep deprived but dearly missed face. "Make your amends."

He leaned forward and placed a kiss, slow and lingering, upon the hand of his greatest treasure (having naught the strength to deny himself his longing any longer with his heart's desire so close). "Of course, my most beloved." His placed his forehead to the ring, falling to one knee with a tender smile across his lips. "Whatever you command of me."

And you smiled back, dropping to your knees as well to swoop him into your arms, wings circled around you both in a flutter of constellations. Kissing him on the nose, the game lost before it'd even begun. "Take a bath. You stink."

"Huh!?"

---

Some miles away.

"So. This buisness partner he's talking to." Twilight began (again), trying and failing to stare down the strangely dressed man Legend had summarily dumped them on (again). "Are they really as ruthless as you say?"

Ravio threw his head back, hands on his hips and back straight as he squeaked obnoxiously (mischievously). "The most ruthless I've ever met! The first to ever put Mr. Hero soundly on his knees!" At the other Hero's widened eyes, the merchant waved a dismissive hand. "Fear not though! Mr. Hero is experienced with their cunning ways! He won't be taken advantage of so easily a second time!"

"Still-" Twilight started, only to be stopped by a large, assuring hand on his shoulder.

"He's got this Rancher." Time said, an impish gleam in his eye that went unnoticed by the twilight hero. "He's Legend, after all."

After a brief, silent stare Twilight eventually conceded with a small, teasing smile. "You're right. He probably doesn't want us to see him getting bested in his own time, is all."

"Yeah." Time hummed agreeably as he cast a knowing smirk at the hooded merchant. "That's what it is." He winked, or blinked (or maybe he did nothing at all). Hard to tell with only one eye.

Behind the hood, Ravio rolled his own eyes, exasperated.

'You owe me so many rupees when I get back, Crow!'

"Hey? Where's Hyrule?"

"Wasn't he with you?"

"No! Wild had him!"

"Had Who?"

'If I ever get back!'

---

Back to the shadows to rest my weary mind.

[heavenboy09]

20 Years Ago Today. On September 11th, 2004

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[martamatta95]

Thanks to @westernmanergy and his great post about Valentino the vigilante/urban legend, he inspired me to post this because I decided to write some snippets that I've been putting off for months.

I've been thinking about this AU in the style of Turning Red (Pixar movie) for a while now. A Puerto Rican boy who, due to a family curse, wakes up one day in the body of this ten-foot-tall moth.

And here I need your help guys, I'm a fan of staticmoth so:

where do I place Vox in all this? And I had several inspirations, student Val has a crush on? Or Hot teacher?

Consider that in this AU I want to make Valentino older than the protagonist of Turning Red so 16/18 years old.

Then I also thought what if the abilities/appearance of the Moth activates when our poor boy has impure thoughts and gets excited? What if Vox is a hunter of mythological creatures/exterminator and Velvette is his assistance? Did they go undercover in this school following reports of paranormal/demonic activity? What if Vox is also afflicted by a curse?

My favorite option is Valentino who is figuring out his sexuality and struggling with the issues of a normal teenager, meanwhile he has to take care of his little sister Verosika, while his mother is single and works two jobs to support her children.

In the midst of all this, one day he suffers a major public humiliation (I'm trying to decide what) and that night he has strange nightmares of terrifying creatures. The next morning he wakes up in the body of a ten foot tall moth and from there chaos ensues as he tries to hide and master this new ability, balance his 'normal' life, the strange instincts of the moth that make him more sensitive and receptive.

Added to all this is the arrival of a new trendy student who Val quickly befriends and the new math teacher who Valentino develops a crush on and the moth squeaks kick in when that beautiful man is around.

And what do you think? Feel free to tell me your opinions on this silly AU.

As always my native language is not English so I apologize for any mistakes

PS I want a little Verosika hugging her soft big brother💓🦋

[pumpkin-genocide]

Hey you, you should check out “Abnormal Nights in Gotham”!!

Hey guys, I’m Roy, one of the main producer behind my new DC story podcast called “Abnormal Nights in Gotham.” Honestly, every night is an abnormal night for Gotham but you want to know what’s even more abnormal? Our production team!! No actually please someone save me they have so many eyes and legs I think my production team actually are monsters someone help me-

For people who aren’t so sure of if they’ll like this story, here’s a quick summary for you to get a taste of what we are all about!

“Terf Day” is coming up in Gotham. Every year, on New Years Eve, all the criminals drop their territories and fight for new territories. This keeps peace between them all, and anyone who goes against this system usually end up dead. This year, there seem to be some changes. All the gimmicked criminals are loose, Arkham Asylum is almost fully empty, and alliances are being made between criminals.

28-year-old Dr Ernest Ruby-Blu is a new psychologist at Arkham Asylum, wanting nothing more than to help the criminally insane. But he soon finds out that’s not how things are run in Gotham. Most believe they can’t be cured, and Arkham Asylum has just became another corrupt jail. He is now dead set on a mission to show Gotham that these people can be redeemed and he will go any lengths to prove that.

Meanwhile, a familiar face shows up into town after an absence in the criminal field for over 7 years. Elijah Clystone, aka “Ellie”, isn’t exactly a new criminal. He is known more as an urban legend, a man who knows too much and asks for bloody favors as payment for said information. No one knows exactly what his intentions are, but rumors around town say he has some new plans for Gotham.

Former district attorney Harvey Dent is battling against Two Face, being business partners with Oswald Cobblepot (more known as the Penguin) for more than 3 years by now. Harvey still wants to help Gotham after all these years, as Two Face wanting nothing but a false sense of harmony through violence.

Edward Nygma’s (formerly Edward Nashton and now known as the Riddler) spiral into madness continues and his hatred towards Jervis Tetch (now known as The Mad Hatter) only grows. He doesn’t know how long he can keep his peace with Oswald and Harvey, so he starts looking for new allies with others such as Dr Jonathan Crane (formerly a Arkham Asylum employee now known as the Scarecrow) and Julius Day (now known as Calendar Man).

Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, and Vicky Vale seem to have their own plans for Gotham. A new act called “Feldzeig’s Follies” comes into town at the cabana in Chinatown. Killer Moth is back into town as well? Scarecrow has been absent for a while. Allies are formed, schemes take shape, and betrayals are planned every day. Terf Day is coming up fast, how will Ernest prove to Gotham he can help the infamously unredeemable? Who will survive? Who will fall?

I’ll be making more posts about our crew and the podcast in general, but I hope you all enjoy our little show! In the end, we are just a couple of buddies who are having fun and voicing some characters! (Also if my grammar is wack and this all kinda sucks, I’m really sorry I’m still trying to figure out tumblr and I literally suck at writing things without making 1027202729 grammar mistakes 😭)

[rain064]

Introduction:

Hi, I’m Rain, (you can use any pronouns for me)

I’ve never really used tumblr before so idk if people introduce themselves on here or not- but I’m going to do so anyway. I created this just to post whatever, my interest, art, etc. mainly cause insta feels so dead? (Except my one friend, they’re my #1 fan fr <3) Feel free to talk or comment about anything I post just nothing rude obviously. Anyway here’s some of my art and interest…

(Cw: a bit of blood in my one art, I’ll try and do Cw for anything that may be slightly triggering just to accommodate for ppl, if there’s anything I don’t put a Cw but think I should, let me know)

1st photo is a human version of Gwen from Spiritfarer, 2nd Rin from The Poppy War series by R.F Kuang, 3rd me (I’m a trans demon), 4th is Satoru Gojo (kind of abstract art? Idk I never went to art school)

So now here’s a list of my interest…

Main: Various characters from various things I like to obsess over, think about, and analyse. Plants. Music (I’m more of a lyrics person, so I like to analyse that too) Tea. Moths.

Music: [Fav.] The Crane Wives, Mitski, Hozier, System of a Down, the Attack On Titan soundtrack [Likes] My Chemical Romance, Ghost, Rage Against The Machine, Slipknot, O. Children, Pinkshift, Depeche Mode, Linkin Park, Death, Anti-Flag, The Sisters of Mercy, Stiffed, Bad Religion, Pink Panthress, The Oh Hellos, Los Retros, Glass Animals (mostly HTBAHB album), Pierce The Veil, Florance + The Machine, The Fugees

Shows: [Anime]- Attack On Titan (Excluding the fourth season), Dungeon Meshi, Jujutsu Kaisen, Banana Fish, Nana, Full Metal Alchemist, Michiko & Hatchin [Other]- The Bear, Arcane <3, Bee and Puppycat, The Owl House

Movies: Everything Everywhere All At Once <3, Parasite, Wendell and Wild, Nimona, Spider-Man (Spider verse movies), How To Train Your Dragon (1+2), Birds of Prey, Ponyo, The Sea Beast, Kung Fu Panda (Only 1 and 2), Puss In Boots (1+2), The Guardians of Ga’Hoole, The Adams Family (1991)

Video-games: Red Dead Redemption 2, Spiritfarer, Bayonetta, The Last of Us, God of War, Legend of Zelda,

Books: The Poppy War (Trilogy) by R.F Kuang, The Jasmine Throne by Tasha Suri, The Wings of Fire by Tui. T Sutherland (My childhood books),

Characters: Levi Ackerman (I love him sm), Hange Zoë, Erwin Smith, Satoru Gojo, Yuji Itadori, Maki Zenin, Ash Lynx, Echo (Arcane) Fang Runin, Sydney Adamu, The whole main cast of Dungeon Meshi, but specifically Chilchuck.

———

Anyway feel free to chat with me if you’d like, I’ll be posting mainly my art but a bunch of random interest as well.

(Ignore any spelling errors, and in terms of commissions, I’ll figure that out soon but for now I’m not doing them, will post when that changes. If you want to use my art go ahead, just give credit please)

[tinycoded360]

Sterling Household Chapter 3- Candle

The bell above the door jingled as Sterling entered the cozy herb and spice shop. The air was rich with aromatic scents - sweet cinnamon, pungent curry, earthy patchouli. Sterling breathed deeply, the blend of fragrances instantly relaxing him.

He meandered through the narrow aisles, admiring the jars of dried herbs and brightly colored spices. Near the back, an elderly man with wild gray hair looked up from behind the counter.

“I’m Claude, proprietor of this fine establishment,” the old man said, shuffling forward. “Now, what can I interest you in today, young man?”

Sterling rubbed his chin thoughtfully as he peered into the glass jars lining the shelves. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I’m just browsing for the moment.”

“Ah, a browser! Well, take your time, take your time.” Claude ambled back behind the counter.

"Thanks," Sterling replied, picking up a jar of cloves and inhaling their spicy scent.

"You know what's quite popular this time of year? My honeysuckle fairy candle. It's said to attract actual fairies." The shopkeeper lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Legend says if you catch a fairy in the candle's glow and make a wish, it'll come true!"

Sterling chuckled. He didn't really believe in superstitions, but the idea of a candle attracting mythical creatures reminded him fondly of the little miniature family living within his walls. He had done his best to ignore the small creatures, not wanting to scare them off.

"I'll take one," he said, charmed by the whimsical notion. The shopkeeper beamed, clearly delighted by Sterling's willingness to indulge in a bit of magic and fantasy.

***

Sterling arrived home, candle in hand. He set it on the coffee table and admired the intricate floral etchings along the glass holder. On a whim, he decided to light it. Striking a match, Sterling held it to the wick, and a warm glow filled the room. The honeyed scent of honeysuckle bloomed in the air.

He settled into his favorite chair with his book. The sweet perfume seemed to wrap around him like a soft blanket, making his limbs feel pleasantly heavy. His eyes began to droop as the soothing fragrance relaxed every muscle.

Pippin's nose twitched, catching a whiff of something sweet and unfamiliar. He peeked out from a tiny hole in the wall, his bright eyes searching for the source. There, on the human's table, flickered a small dancing flame.

Drawn to it like a moth, Pippin scurried out. He scampered across the floor, ducking behind chairs and table legs to avoid being seen. As he got closer, the sugary scent grew stronger. It tickled his nose and made his head feel light.

Finally reaching the table, Pippin gazed up in wonder at the burning candle. His eyes grew wide at the hypnotic dance of the flame. The sweet perfume filled his senses, fogging his thoughts. The edges of his vision blurred the candle flame all he could see.

Pippin scampered over to the candle, climbing right up onto the table. Pippin sat down next to the flickering light, eyes growing distant as he breathed in the heady scent.

A dazed smile spread across the little borrower's face. He swayed gently where he sat, enraptured by the candle's aroma. All caution left the child as he lost himself in the candle's intoxicating grip.

Sterling turned the page, fully immersed in the story unfolding in his hands. A small sound made him glance up, and he did a double take—was that a tiny figure sitting next to the candle? He leaned forward, squinting, and saw with alarm that it was indeed one of the little people. As he observed the miniature child, he noted that this one was older than the two he saw in his backyard.

The child seemed dazed, swaying unsteadily with a vacant look in his glazed eyes. He hadn’t thought the candle would attract the tiny people out of the walls. He thought it was just a cute gimmick about drawing out fairies. He didn’t think it would do something.

As panic rose in his chest, Sterling hesitated. He didn't want to scare the little one, but he clearly needed help. Making up his mind, Sterling slowly reached out his hand. He curled his fingers around the tiny body with utmost care, lifting the miniature boy up.

The child fit easily in Sterling's palm, so incredibly small and light. Looking down at the little figure, Sterling was amazed by how perfectly formed he was in miniature. Gently, he used his fingertip to stroke the tiny head, brushing back the fine, soft hair. "You're going to be just fine," Sterling whispered soothingly.

With his free hand, Sterling pinched out the candle flame. Immediately, the cloying scent that had enthralled the tiny child dissipated. Sterling hoped the fresh air would help revive the little one.

He cradled the mouse-sized child close to his chest. Sterling looked around, wondering how to safely return the little one to his family inside the walls. For now, he held the tiny boy, concern, and fascination mingling as he watched over the vulnerable little creature.

Sterling spotted an electrical outlet along the baseboard. That must be how the little people traveled through the walls. Sterling lowered his hand to the floor as carefully as he could, setting the tiny boy down just in front of the outlet.

"Your family must be worried about you," Sterling said softly. "Hopefully, they'll come find you soon."

He moved back to sit in his armchair, keeping a close eye on the little one. The borrower child was still dazed, swaying slightly where Sterling had placed him.

Sterling watched anxiously. His eyebrows drew together with concern, shoulders tensed. He hoped the effects of the candle would wear off quickly.

Several minutes passed as Sterling maintained his vigil. He resisted the urge to try and interact with the little boy again, not wanting to risk scaring him. Better to let his people come for him, Sterling reasoned.

Finally, the tiny figure seemed to regain more awareness. The tiny child blinked several times, looking around in confusion. He turned his gaze up to Sterling, eyes going wide. The poor thing must have been terrified to find himself at the mercy of a giant.

The tiny boy scrambled to his feet, stumbling in his haste. His breathing came in panicked gasps as he backed away from Sterling's looming form.

"It's okay, take your time. I won't hurt you," Sterling said in a gentle rumble.

The little one didn't seem comforted. His tiny chest heaved with frightened breaths. The boy's eyes darted around, searching for an escape route.

Before Sterling could react further, the borrower boy dashed to the wall, pushing the outlet cover aside and dashing into the wall. Sterling wondered if that tiny little tunnel was the reason that the outlet never worked. He just never got around to fixing it.

Sterling resolved to be more careful in the future. He would never light that wretched candle again, not wanting to endanger the little lives in his walls.

****

Pippin didn't stop running until he reached his family's living quarters. Papa stood nearby, pacing anxiously.

"Pippin!" Milton cried in relief, sweeping Pippin into a tight hug. "Where have you been? You had me worried sick!"

Pippin buried his face in Milton's shoulder. "I'm sorry, Papa. I don't know what happened. But I'm home now," he mumbled.

Papa held Pippin at arm's length, looking him over carefully. "Are you alright? Not hurt?"

Pippin shook his head. "I'm okay, Papa. But something strange happened..."

He told Papa about the sweet smell that had drawn him out from their walls and into the giant's home, how everything became hazy and dreamlike when he got close to the glowing candle.

Milton's face paled. "You must never go near that candle again, do you understand?" he said firmly. “And the Bean, he saw you?”

Pippin nodded, wide-eyed.

Milton bit his lip in worry. He’d have to discuss this change of events with Cassia. But maybe they wouldn’t have to move. Sterling had chosen to let Pippin go. The giant human could have easily trapped him. Milton pulled Pippin in for another hug. "I'm just glad you're safe. We'll talk more about this later."

Pippin clung to his father, comforted by the steady beat of Milton's heart. He knew Papa would keep him safe, no matter what dangers lurked in the walls of the giant's domain.

***

Sterling settled back into his armchair, though his mind was far from at ease. He picked up the book in his lap but could hardly focus on the words. His thoughts kept drifting back to the miniature child. Sterling wished he could check and ensure the boy was safe, but he knew his giant presence would only cause more fear.

He sat in silence, listening closely to any sounds from within the walls. The little people were likely frightened by the night's events. Sterling hoped in time, they would regain their sense of security in his home.

Sterling let out a deep sigh. He made a mental note to never light that strange candle again, no matter how lovely it smelled. 

Chapter 4

[dluebirb]

Alright, so I finally jumped on the bandwagon (for better or for worse) and redesigned the main cast of Hazbin Hotel!

Disclaimer: I am not saying that my designs are better than the ones in the show, I am just saying that this is what I would have done if I were to design the characters, plus addressing some common criticism of Vivziepop's character designs. I enjoy the show, and with that comes some artistic liberties. Proceed.

So I'm going to show each character individually, plus a brief explanation (EDIT: They were not as brief as I thought... I love these characters, so sue me!) of what I changed and why, and then a lineup at the end!! Stick with me please, I put a lot of work into these!

@theosb0rnway they are real and in decent quality this time!! Wow!!

First up, Charlie! I had no idea she was meant to be based off of a porcelain doll. I thought she was a weird hell-vampire thing ngl. Fangs, pastey skin, you get it. The only thing the doll thing had going for it was the cheek marks, and I though that was a design choice for blush, like Mabel in Gravity Falls!

Porcelain dolls are really just those gen alpha tiktok influencer-level skin care routines plus dresses from two centuries ago, so I decided to go with a more puppet-leaning/mouthpiece design, plus some more goat-ish attributes, like her lil hoovsies!

Her color pallatte is brighter than the other designs because I wanted to show how she (while still utilizing the pinks and reds of hell) is the most pure-hearted of the bunch, as she's the only one who really doesn't belong in hell.

If this does well (or I want to) I might do her demon form!

VAGGIE! My girl. I love her.

So my main problem with Vaggie's current design: HER HAIR. I'm sorry, but how are the physics of that supposed to work?? Please? /gen

She also says in the show that she's "not used to fighting with long hair, and the ponytail in episode 8 doesn't really serve that purpose? At least from the viewers POV, hence the bun.

I know she's not technically a moth demon, since she's an ex-exorcist, but I wanted to lean into the imagery. She and Charlie look a little too close to human in comparison to almost anyone else, so I wanted to give her some moth-isms. And I find it more believable that she could fight like this! Ik Alastor's the hotel's protector and all, but old habits die hard n such.

Onto Angel Dust! Okay, I gotta say, I should lower his colors general brightness-

But other than that, I think I did pretty good with him!

I am probably in the minority who thought the eyes thing in episode four was pretty cool, but I wanted to make him more visibly spider-like, and eyes seemed like a good place to start.

I will admit to taking inspiration from the iron spider suit in Avengers: Infinity War for his extra arms. I was a Marvel kid, the legends are true.

Also, PINCERS! I think that's what those are called- They're only sorta there because any other way I tried ended with messing up his general face, but the thought's there!

I did forget his spider ass, but it's there in spirit, trust.

BIG OL' SHOUT OUT TO OZ FOR HELPING ME WITH THE DEER MAN'S FACE. He was giving me a TIME-

His fuck-ass bob is NO MORE. I rest my case. Also the monocle was annoying me, so he gets old lady glasses. I don't know why his shoes look like deer hooves. he's a little fucked up anatomy-wise.

I don't have much to say about him, but I loved drawing his hair. He gets to keep some of his red, because he WOULD. I also have a design of Alastor with a coat/jacket thing that's more time-period accurate, but I really liked this design, so it's what you're getting unless someone asks for it.

I also don't have a lot to say about Husk- I took away a lot more than I added if we're being real.

Hat? GONE

Weird wing design that makes my brain hurt? GONE

Eyebrows? YOU BETTER BELIEVE THEY'RE GONE

(I had a grudge against his eyebrows, leave me be-)

He's also short and fat now, so... YEAH (for a while I thought he was real short, but that was only because I kept seeing screen caps of him next to Angel, and the guy's a beanpole-)

His wings resemble the succubi in Helluva more so now, because Hazbin has a weird relationship with wings, so I wanted to make the distinction clearer than it is in canon.

His eyes glow now because have you SEEN a cat in pitch black, dead of night? Scary little assholes. (/aff, I love my cats.) He's dead and in hell, so they glow perpetually.

As with Charlie, I had no idea Niffty was supposed to be a bug. This seems to be a recurring issue.

I shifted her hair and outfit to be a lil more 1950s-accurate, but it was pretty good before, all things considered. I actually like Niffty's Canon design a lot.

In terms of making the bug-ness more pronounces, I gave her antennae (they can glow because YES) and wings. I imagine the wings are kind of like grasshopper wings, so they make a lil weird noise. I also gave her four legs, because if there's one thing I know about bugs, they have an abnormal amount of appendages.

The quality got CRUNCHED so click on the lineup, PLEASE-

And yeah, there are the sillies! I tried to differentiate them from the RED, but I think I overdid it-

Eh, I like them!

Send an ask or comment if you want me to do any more characters, or send me a screenshot from Hazbin and I'll redraw it with these guys! It'll also give me the chance to work on backgrounds, which I need!

I really hope you guys like these!

[gachawolfiebloom]

Two Hearts In The City of Love

Chapter 9: Miraculous SMG4

Cover is made by me and Puzzlevision selection is from Smg4. Please do not repost artwork.

Many centuries ago, magic jewels that bestowed extraordinary powers were created. These were called miraculous. Throughout history, many heroes have used these powers for the greater good. Two of these miraculous are more powerful than the others. The earrings of the ladybug which provides the power of creation and the ring of the black cat which grants the power of destruction. There is a legend that says whoever wields both jewels at the same time can achieve the ultimate power and they are granted one wish.

A ominous man in the dark studies the legend and says "I want that power so I can fulfill my wish. I must find these miraculous." He turns to an adware with moth wings that told him "Nobody knows where they are master."

"I found you though."

He picked up a purple broach and said "Tell me, what can you do?"

"The moth broach allows you to give someone their own powers and make them your devoted follower."

The man clasped onto this new miraculous of his and said "Well if we need to lure these so called heroes out of hiding, I'll give them some supervillains!" This adware concernedly said "But I was not programmed to be used for evil purposes." The mysterious man stomped his foot hard on the ground and said "I MUST HAVE THIS ULTIMATE POWER! YOUR MIRACULOUS IS NOW IN MY CONTROL!! I AM YOUR MASTER NOW AND YOU WILL OBEY ME!!!"

It sighed and said with a cold expression "Yes master." With nothing left, but the urge for a wish that so desperately belonged to him, the man put on the broach and said the transformation command. "Adware, Let my wings rise!" A bright white glow surrounded him as the adware got sucked into the miraculous.

Mr Puzzles stepped out of the shadows with a grey suit, cane, and mask. "Let the show begin!" He laughed manically and awaited his first victim. All he needed now was a negative emotion.

"SMG1! SMG1!" The blocky meme guardian was concentrating on some deep breaths when his partner ran into the room. "Smg1! The moth broach! I felt it's aura!" He turned around with a perplexed expression. "I thought it had been lost forever!"

"But Smg1, it's a negative aura. I fear it might have gotten in the hands! of a dark power!" Smg1 shook his head and said "We must find the adware and his miraculous. If it has gotten in the wrong hands, there's no telling what evil will come upon the world!" Smg2 feared how strong this guy might be. "Smg1! We are only guardians! How will we know what this person is capable of?"

"You're right Two. We can't do it alone. We'll need some help." They went over to a vault with an arrow marked on it and inputed a code. The doors opened and revealed an ancient box, filled with pretty jewelry. They grabbed a ring and some earrings, then went out to look for someone that would soon go on to protect the universe.

A few hours had passed and...nothing. The guardians were about to give up when Two got an idea. "Maybe we should test them by putting ourselves in a dangerous situation." One actually liked that plan. "Good idea! We can see who is willing to risk their life for us!"

Three had gotten a late start, rushing to school as quickly as possible. While waiting at a crosswalk, something caught his eye. Two strange, blocky people were about to be hit by a car. Three didn't know what to do. He was always the one who couldn't bother about anyone, but deep down he actually liked to care about others. Screw it! He jumped out and pulled these strangers back to the sidewalk before anyone got hurt.

Unfortunately, he tripped on a curb and fell flat on his face, along with some treats he was carrying. "Thank you sir!" One of the blocky strangers said with relief. The other one nodded and noticed Three struggling to gather any remaining treats. "Oh dear. Do you need help?" He brushed it off and picked up his bags. "Nah. I'm used to stuff like this. I've still got a few left."

The two of them grabbed some cakes out of the box and tried them. "Wow! These are good! Did you make these?" He smirked and said "You're looking at the best chef in all of the Mushroom Kingdom!" He then heard a bell ringing and his eyes widened. "Oh crap, I'm going to be late!" He rushed off as the two waved goodbye to him. One took out a small case and they both nodded.

Arriving in his classroom, Three found a seat that wasn't too far in the back and sat by himself. The teacher said "Mario, why don't you sit in the front this year?" A red, mustached man in the back complained "Whyyyy? Mario doesn't want to!" He groaned and trailed his bag slowly to the front row. Three got out his treats when a fist slammed onto the desk. He looked up to see his mortal enemy, Bowser.

"Smg3..." Three rolled his eyes and whispered "Here we go again..." Bowser stuck a finger in his face and said "That's my seat!" Three looked around for a second and said "I don't see your name on it. Besides, this is MY seat!" Someone next to him piped up "Not anymore!" He found Wario next to him, crossing his arms. Bowser told him "Why don't you go sit besides that sucky new girl over there?" and pointed to someone with orange hair and a beanie on that was sitting in the front.

Three didn't move an inch as he crossed his arms and said "Buzz off Tubby!" Bowser started getting emotional as his eyes started to fill with tears. "Tubby...?" He growled, shaking off these feelings and sternly told the man "Smg4 is arriving today and since that's going to be his seat, this is going to be my seat. GET IT!" He slammed both hands on the desk this time. Three blinked in confusion and asked "Who the hell is Smg4?" Both of them looked surprised at first, but they soon started laughing hysterically. "Can you believe he doesn't know who Smg4 is! What rock have you been living under bro!"

Wario told Three "Smg4 is only a famous creator!" while Bowser continued. "And I am his good friend. He adores me. Now go and move!" The orange haired girl got up and said "Hey! Who elected you the president of seats!" Bowser looked at her with faux panic and mocked the girl by saying "Ooooo look Wario. We have a goody two shoes in our class this year." He got up in her face and said "What are you gonna do, little miss athlete? Shoot ink at me with your blaster?" 

She narrowed her eyes and said "Wouldn't you like to know?" He pushed past the mean turtle and grabbed Three's arm, pulling him over to where she was sitting. Three spilled the last reaming treats on the floor and sighed. "Thanks for helping...I guess?" The girl smiled at him and said "It's okay. Not a big deal."

They sat down together and the girl went on and on about her hobbies such as splatfest, sports, and her favorite food, instant noodles. Three was quite skeptical at first, but lightened up a little as he shared a little bit about himself as well. "Hey, do you like bombs?" Her face lit up and she gladly replied "I love using explosives! I don't mind a little danger!"

Three gave her a soft smile and took the last reaming cake to share. He handed her half while introducing himself. "Smg3." She gladly took it and said "Meggy." While the teacher was talking, Bowser kept staring at the empty seat in front of him. "Shouldn't he have been here by now?"

A boy in a blue shirt and white overalls was running towards the school when a car parked next to him and two men stepped out. "Smg4 please stop! You know what your partner wants!" Four was sick of always letting Mr Puzzles control his life. Ever since he teamed up with him, the guy was so focused on creating engaging content that he didn't care what Four wanted. Well not anymore. "But this is what I want to do!" He was just about to go inside when he saw two strangers being pushed down by people walking by.

Four ran over and helped them up carefully. "Thank you young man!" Four gave them a heartwarming smile, but turned around to see his bodyguards, Chris and Swag with unfazed looks. He sighed and told them "I just want to go to school like everybody else. What's wrong with that?" They led him back to the car and went back home. One and Two gave each other the same nod from earlier and followed them.

The bell rung and everyone was about to go off to their next class when someone from the back said "Bob! Stop it!" Boopkins was looking at a mean note that Bob had gave him while he was laughing. "LOL! YOU LIKE AN ANIME GIRL!" The fish heard multiple giggling voices behind him as he balled up the note and ran away, crying.

"Finally, a negative emotion." Mr Puzzles, using his newfound powers, felt the anger and sadness  that the little fish felt. "This is perfect. Just what I need." He concentrated on a butterfly and injected evil energy into it, letting it fly away. "Break his heart my akuma and evilize him!" The butterfly flew into the city to find the victim of this TV man.

Boopkins found a spot in the corner to sit by himself. He held up the balled note in his hands when a dark grey butterfly flew into it and Boopkins heard a man speak right in his ear. "Spikestrike! I am Mr Puzzles! I give you the power to seek revenge on those who have wronged you." Boopkins got a mean look in his eye and said "Okay, Mr Puzzles." A goopy substance covered his body as he transformed into a fearsome foe.

Meggy and Three were chilling in the library when a giant rumble shook the floor and they fell out of their seats. As Three picked himself up, Meggy grabbed him and said "Come on!" They looked outside to find a giant lizard monster with spikes on its back and a long, sharp tail. It also had jagged teeth and was roaring "BOB!!!"

Three was in shock. "What's going on? Did he have Boopkins voice?" Meggy pointed out "Well if it is him, he now has the strength to destroy the whole kingdom!" She pulled out her splatshot and ran out the door. "Where the heck are you going!?" Three yelled. Meggy called out back to him "I'm going to stop him! Someone has to do something!" 

Four was back in his castle, laying down on his bed, groaning. It wasn't fair. All he wanted was to go out and make friends, but Mr Puzzles kept him from doing so. It was almost like he wanted something from Four. Then a massive thud was heard outside. Four pushed open the castle doors to find a fearsome monster that looked like a dinosaur. "BOB!!!" Swag was defending their home as he had a bunch of tanks lined up. "FIRE!" They shot at Spikestrike, but it didn't seem to have any harmful effects as he grew taller. Swag ran away in fear as the monster destroyed the tanks.

Four was just as panicked induced as he ran back to his room and shut the door, locking it. Three was also hiding back home at his cafe. "Stupid first days..." Both boys then noticed a strange case in front of them. Upon opening it, balls of purple and blue surrounded them.

The earrings looked like ladybugs, but a purple furred dog with wings and antennas barked at him. "WHAT THE HELL!?" Three backed up into a wall, screaming "THERE'S A BUG! DOG? Bugdog?" The dog just kept barking at him as if to say he shouldn't be scared. Three began grabbing things off his shelves and threw it at the strange thing. "Keep away you freak!"

Three finally grabbed the Eggdog and interviewed it with suspicion. "Okay what are you and how can I understand you?" The dog barked to let Three know his name was Eggdog and that he was a kwami.

After a few minutes, Three had put on the earrings and confusedly said the activation command the dog had told him. "Spots on?" The ear wear glowed purple and Eggdog got sucked into it. "Wait! What's happening?" Three watched as his clothes were transformed into a purple spotted suit and a mask of the same pattern covered his face.

~Meanwhile with Smg4~

When the light finally settled, a strange creature that looked like him emerged with cat ears and a tail. Four slowly approached and was intrigued. "Wow...what are you?" He inched his hand closer, but the creature let out an angry "EUGH!" Four backed away and said "Okay...?" Luckily the creature calmed down and let out a bunch more happy Eugh's.

Four waved with a friendly smile. "Oh nice to meet you Beeg. I'm Smg4!" The thing then started wandering around his room trying to eat anything that looked interesting to him. "Hey! Come back!" Four tried to catch him, but Beeg was much faster than he had anticipated.

He was chewing on a remote when Four finally caught this slippery thing. "So what are you doing here?" Beeg rolled his eyes and went "Eugh!" to tell the boy that he was a kwami that granted him the power of destruction. Four didn't really getting the whole superhero thing. "I'm stuck here! What good is a superhero that's imprisoned in his own house!?" Beeg was starting to get annoyed with him and pushed the ring towards Four.

Four placed the ring around his finger and Beeg gave him the key words. "Alright then. Beeg, claws out!" Just like Eggdog, Beeg got pulled into the ring and Four got a black suit with cat ears and a belt that was made to look like a tail. Four looked at his sharped claw gloves and said "Cool!"

Three took a second to look at himself and said "Okay, I'm done. How does this thing come off?" He tried pulling on the suit when his computer showed a report of Spikestrike, terrorizing the city. Upon closer inspection, Meggy was running after it, clouded by her pride. "Meggy!?" She wasn't being careful and that thing was getting bigger by the second.

Three took a breath and went upstairs, then outside of his cafe. "Okay, I've got these weird powers and...a freaking yo-yo?" He grabbed the weapon off his waist and looked disinterested in it. He tossed the yo-yo and it flew across the city, pulling him with it. Four was crossing roofs with a stick that came with his transformation when a faint scream could be heard in the distance. He turned around to be met with a guy in a purple costume, collapsing onto him and they both got tangled in the yo-yo string.

"Uh...hello?"

Three began struggling through while mostly just trying to get away from this strange boy. "GET OFF ME IDIOT!" When they got out of the tangled mess, Four said "You must be the partner that Beeg told me about! I'm...Super Glitchy Cat! You?" Three was pulling on the string while avoiding the question. "I'm not telling some random idiot my name!"

Four looked surprised. "Okay then?" He mumbled "Could have at least given me a nicer partner." Their introduction was put on hold when a building in the distance collapsed. Four grabbed his stick and jumped up onto the roof. Three called out "Hey! Where are you going!?"

"To save Paris right?" Four ran off as Three looked down at his yo-yo. "Let's get this over with." He said while tossing it and got flung across the city for the second time today.

The crew was hanging out at the stadium when a thundering voice yelled "BOB!!!" They turned around in shock to be met with some ferocious beast. "WHO'S PATHETIC NOW!?" Bob and his friends ran away in fear as Spikestrike chased them, but Bob tripped. The evil Boopkins was about to grab him when a stick appeared and some cat like boy stood in front of them. "Y'know it's not very nice to pick on people smaller than you."

Mr Puzzles had an amusing smile through all this. "Everything is going to plan. The ladybug and cat miraculous have been activated. These heroes have come to save the day and now my star villain will destroy them!"

Four tried to hit Spikestrike with his stick, but the beast only grew larger. He noticed that Three was just standing there watching. "What the heck are you doing!?" Four yelled with anxiety. "Letting you do all the work for me of course!" Spikesike took a soccer goal and threw it in Four's direction, but it flew over him and was heading straight to Meggy, who had followed the monster.

Four, thinking fast, threw his stick and extended it to block the goal from crushing the orange haired girl, but he was so distracted that Spikestrike grabbed him. Three's smirk disappeared when he realized that his friends were in danger. Whatever. It wasn't his problem. But-

Meggy snapped him out of his trance when she yelled at the superhero "Do something! Quick!" Three sighed and took a deep breath. He grabbed the yo-yo and wrapped it around Spikestrike's hand and pulled on it. "Let him go you ugly piece of cabbage!" Four fell to the ground as Three came over to help him. "Sorry about that Super Glitchy Cat..."

"It's fine. Now let's kick this fish's butt!" Three quickly stopped him and pointed to the enraged creature. "Wait! He gets bigger and stronger every time you hit him idiot!"

"Well then what do we do?" Four asked. Three tapped his chin in thought as Four got an idea. "Let's use our powers!" He called up his destruction power and started bragging to Three "I can destroy anything I touch!" Three rolled his eyes and grumbled "You don't need a superpower for that." Four wanted to test his power out so he touched the soccer goal. "NO YOU MORON!" Three tried to stop him, but it was too late.

Once the goal collapsed, Four ran towards the monster and tapped his foot, but the power had already been used up. He waved nervously as the monster kicked him back and Three remarked "Good going! Now you've only got 5 minutes until you transform back! We're you even listening to your kwami?" Four scratched his head and said "I might have been a little too excited..."

Three sighed and used his power to call up some kind of leisure suit. Four rolled his eyes and playfully shot back "Some superpower." He then noticed Spikestrike's hand was closed into a fist and he never opened it. That must have been where the object was hiding.

Three lunged Four forward, back into the monster's claws and tied the nozzle of a hose to the inside of the suit. "ARE YOU INSANE!?" Three jumped into Spikestrike's other hand, forcing him to let go of the item he was holding.

Meggy noticed the hose connecting to the tap and ran towards the valve to twist it. The pressure of the water made Spikestrike open his hand by force so Three could grab the stone note and crush it. The akuma flew away and the monster melted back into Boopkins. Four stared at his new partner in awe. "This guy is awesome. Crazy awesome."

"Wha...what's going on? What am I doing here?" Four went up to Three and said "You were incredible...uh..bug boy. You did it." Three was proud, but decided to give this guy some credit as well. "We both did it, kitty cat." Four realized that Three had took his superhero name and made it into a cute nickname, which made a hint of blush rise on his cheeks. They both fist bumped when Four's ring began to flash.

"We should do this again soon! Bye!" Four ran off, waving goodbye as Three watched him leave with a soft smile. "Not too soon I hope." He looked down to the note in his hand and read it outloud to himself. "You are so pathetic for crushing on Miku."

"Bob wrote it...He likes to bully me." Boopkins sighed sadly. Three went over and told him "There's no harm in telling someone you love them Boopkins." He smiled, but then asked "How do you know my name?" Three stiffened as Meggy came out and bombarded him with a bunch of questions. "That was amazing! Are you like a superhero or something?" Three ignored her and walked off. "Nice to meet you...uh" Three tried to think of a clever name and decided to go for something similar to his new partner.

"Call me Super Glitchy Bug or SGBug for short!"

Three was safely back at home, relieved that he had did it while Eggdog did a little dance. Four was watching the news as it announced a huge celebration for their new heroes, SGCat and SGBug. He blushed and said "SGBug...he named himself after me. How sweet."

The akuma from earlier found a perch to take it's rest, but that's not all it was doing. It soon multiplied into thousands of butterflies that spread across the city.

Four looked annoyed with Beeg, who was happily licking an ice cream cone. "Of course he only eats ice cream." Three was streaming when both boys got an alert that dozens of people were being transformed into terrifying creatures that were almost identical to Boopkins's evil form. Beeg and Eggdog looked worried as they gave their owners the exact same look that made them instantly realize they screwed up.

Eggdog tried to tell Three that an akuma can multiply and if Boopkins's feeling became negative again, he would control all these frozen monsters. "So? This isn't my problem!" Eggdog rushed up to his owner and tried snuggling with him, but Three angrily pushed him away. "You and that kooky cat can fix this whole thing without me! I QUIT!"

He looked at the earrings one last time while Eggdog tried to tell him that they couldn't do it without him. "If that moron can't capture akumas then find somebody else!" He took them off and the sweet dog disappeared.

"Eggdog?" Three tried to brush it off and tucked the earrings back in their case to put away. This would just become someone else's problem. Guilt was all he could think about as he collapsed on the floor, crying and whispering "I'm sorry Eggdog..."

Even after this loss, Mr Puzzles kept his head high. "Boopkins has a sensitive heart. It won't be long before his anger and sadness takes control again." The original akuma came flocking back to his lair, awaiting its special victim. "Then he and his army will come alive! We'll see how long you remain hidden so called bug and cat! Once I have your miraculous you will be powerless against me! EVERYONE WILL BE POWERLESS AGAINST ME! I WILL HAVE ABSOLUTE POWER!"

It was another day back at school and Three was getting ready to leave when he saw the case that contained those wretched earrings. He was sick of looking at them, wanting so badly to toss them out of the window, but he didn't. Instead, he tucked them into his bag so he could find somebody much more qualified than him.

Mr Puzzles was back in his regular form, working on a project while waiting for Smg4 to show up. Eventually, his patience wore out and he barged into Four's room. "Smg4! What is the-" The room was empty. His fists began to clench and his face glitched. "CHRIS! SWAG! FIND SMG4 NOW! I WILL NOT LET HIM ESCAPE! I need him..."

Meggy wouldn't stop raving about these heroes. "How cool were those guys! They saved our friend and I even got to help them!" Three scowled and said "I don't see anything in them. Why do you even trust those guys!?" Meggy leaned into his face to get a closer look because something seemed off. "Can you cut that out!? You're creeping me out squid!" She laughed and said "Sorry. I can tell you're scared, but don't be."

"Scared!? Me!?" He pushed past her and scoffed "Yeah right." Meggy was about to run after him when she saw Boopkins being bullied by Bowser and Wario. "Hey! Leave him alone!" Bowser loomed over her in a thundering way. "And what if I don't..."

"You little..." Bowser chuckled and said "What are you going to do? Turn into King Kong? Godzilla?" Meggy stormed off in annoyance. Bowser and Wario laughed when a voice called out "Bowser?" Everyone turned to see Smg4 standing there and immediately started squealing in excitement. "Smg4! You came!" Four awkwardly signed autographs and took selfies with students when Bowser came up to him. "Long time no see buddy!" He took Four by the hand and dragged him to the classroom. "Here! I saved this seat for you!"

"Uh...thanks?" He took a seat next to the red, mustached man and offered his hand out to shake. "Hey! I'm Smg4!" Mario looked at him suspiciously and said "Is the blue hobo friends with Bowser?"

"Huh?" They both turned around to see Bowser, sticking a wad of gum in Three's seat. "HEY! What are you doing!?" Bowser reassured him "Relax. This brat just needs an attitude adjustment." He walked proudly back to his seat with Wario as Four scowled and said "You really think that's necessary?" He went over to the seat and tried picking the gum off.

As Three and Meggy walked to class, Three gathered the courage to ask "Hey Meggy? Would you like to be a superhero?" She replied "YES! I would love going around protecting my friends and showing off my skills! Why?" Three said "No reason." and snuck the case into her bag.

They walked into the room to find a boy with black hair and white overalls, sticking gum onto Three's seat. "OI! What the hell are you doing!?" Four turned around in a panic. "Oh! Wait! I-" Bowser and Wario laughed their heads off while Three frowned at them and said "Ha ha. Nice job you three!" Four urged him "No! It's not what you think! I was only trying to-"

Three didn't let him finish as he sarcastically said "Ohhh really..." He tried pulling the gum off his seat while questioning the guy. "You must be friends with that lizard freak!" Four sighed sadly and went back to his seat. Meggy sat down and said "You know that's the partner of Mr Puzzles right? He's the most popular creator!" Three avoided eye contact and grumbled "Him? Forget it!"

Mario asked Four "Why didn't you tell Smg3 it was Bowser's idea?" Four glumly told him "I can't just snitch on them. I don't have any friends." Mario frowned for a second and said "Mario will be you friend!" Four gave him a small smile and gladly accepted.

Miku was finishing washing up in the girls room and opened the door to find a sweating green fish. "Oh hey Boopkins!" He held up a piece of paper and said "I made this for you Miku..." She was about to take it when he yelled "HATSUME MIKU I LOVE ALL YOUR WORK! MY FAVORITE PROJECT IS PROJECT MIKUDIVA!" The anime girl was so startled that she ran away. "No! Wait come back!" Boopkins balled up the note and curled up into a ball, whining "Wahhh I'm so pathetic!"

Mr Puzzles looked upon this with satisfaction. "Yes, this is the moment I've been waiting for." The akuma in his hand flew away to re-transform the depressed fish. It flew all the way back to the school and the note in his hand. "This is your second chance Spikestrike! Capture the love of your life, but give me what I want in return!"

Boopkins gladly took back the powers and all the frozen monsters throughout the kingdom were brought to life. The teacher was about to start class, but noticed a certain student wasn't in his seat. "Where is Boopkins?" The fearsome beast broke down the door and shouted "MIKU!" Everyone fled from their seats, but Spikestrike locked his eye on the specific girl. He clasped onto Miku with his clawed hand. "Why are you doing this Boopkins?"

"SO WE CAN BE TOGETHER FOREVER!"

He noticed Bowser hiding under his seat like a scared baby. "YOU!" He kicked down the desk and grabbed the brute in his other hand, then took off by crashing through the wall. Meggy watched them and told Three "Let's follow them!" Three shook his head and said "You go and get yourself killed! I'm outta here!"

"But you'll miss all the action." Three held up her bag and said "I'm better off by myself!" Meggy sighed and ran off, completely forgetting her bag. "Oi! Wait!" Three called out while chasing after her.

Meanwhile, Four had already transformed and was already on his way. Bowser just kept kicking and screaming "Do you have any idea who I am? I'll bring in the Koopa army and you''ll be sorry!" Spikestrike was stopped by SGCat, ready for attack. What he didn't expect was that multiple giant beasts surrounded him, all taking orders from the original.

Meggy tried to get closer, but Spikestrike threw a car that she wasn't able to dodge in time. Three rounded the corner and was horrified to find his friend stuck, struggling with no escape. Four tried to save her, but Boopkins caught him and began crushing the hero with his giant claw. Three's heart was pounding as he watched the army of Spikestrikes taking their kidnapped victim and Meggy trapped under the car. "Someone help!" She shouted.

Three's fear instantly vanished in that moment. He quickly took the earrings out of Meggy's bag and told Eggdog "I still think this is stupid, but Meggy's in danger! I just can't sit around and do nothing!"

Meggy squirmed with still no success when someone flipped the car over, giving her the chance to break free from its hold. She looked up to see SGBug who told her "Get out of here! It's too dangerous!" and ran off to save his kitty. He came and pulled Four out of the monster's grasp, allowing him a chance to breathe. Millions of clones surrounded them as Three quickly grabbed Four's hand and they both made a break for it. "Shouldn't we go back?"

"We have to stop the original if we want to save them all! Can't you do anything moron!" They ran all the way to the Eiffel Tower, where Swag and his military lined up around Spikstrike. "LET THE GIANT TURTLE GO!" Spikestrike yelled "You can have this bully!" and threw the giant Koopa who pleaded and screamed like a girl.

Three caught his rival as he sneered. "And what took you so long?" He rolled his eyes as Swag announced "BOOM BOOM TIME! LET'S KNOCK DOWN THIS BOOGER!"

"Wait! You'll only make it worse!"

"OUT OF THE WAY! LIKE YOU HAVEN'T MADE THINGS WORSE ALREADY!"

Three sighed knowing that Swag was right. His carelessness was what caused this in the first place. "Why didn't I just do my job from the start?" Four comforted his partner by putting a hand on his shoulder. "No. He's wrong."

"HEY!"

"They wouldn't make it without us. And even if they don't believe us, we'll prove it to them."

"You're right. Thanks...Glitchy?"

Everyone around them had stopped and Spikestrike's eyes were glitching. "Smg4..." The voice sounded an awful lot like Mr Puzzles. "I need you...come back..." Four looked scared to death as he didn't move an inch. Three reached a hand out to the stiffened man, but once he blinked everything was back to normal and his memory of that scene vanished.

"You'll never take Miku away from me!" Spikestrike began climbing the tower as his army came after the two heroes. Three thought for a moment, remembering where the akuma was and told Four "We shouldn't separate them! We bring them closer!" Both of them raced to beat Spikestrike to the top. They arrived first while Spikestrike was distracted by the military helicopters as he tried shooing them away.

Three used his lucky charm to get a parachute while Four got into position as his partner brought Spikestrike's hand closer. Miku and Spikestrike felt their lips collide with one another, causing him to drop the girl and the akumatized object. Four jumped off and used his stick to hit the note up to Three. He destroyed it and was just about to capture the butterfly this time when-

Boopkins transformed back and both of them fell. Thinking quick on his feet, Three dove after them while catching that slippery akuma. Four caught Boopkins and Three caught Miku as he hooked the edge with his yo-yo and they both safely landed on the ground. Four warmly smiled as he never saw such bravery and talent before. A bright glow wisked around, turning everyone back to normal and repairing the destruction caused as the heroes watched in amazement.

Mr Puzzles chuckled to himself and said "This is just the beginning. You may have won this time, but I will get the source of your power and then my dreams will come true!"

Boopkins awkwardly blushed at Miku when she noticed the crumpled up paper on the ground. He held his breath as she read and said "This is so sweet. Did you really write a fan fiction for me?" Boopkins nodded and asked "Do you like it?" Miku scooped the fish into a hug as they giggled and she twirled him around.

As Meggy and Three walked to class, she ranted on "By the time I got there, it was all over!" He said "I'm sure you'll find something squid." She gave a confident look and said "You're right! I'll find out who that mysterious guy is and ask him to team up!" Three rolled his eyes playfully and said "Good luck with that."

Meggy was about to take her seat when Three stopped her and pointed to Bowser and Wario's seats. Meggy nodded and they both sat down, but Bowser was certainly not glad to see that when he walked in. "Hey! You're in the wrong seats!" Three laid back in his seat and said "Too bad. Go cry about it you loser!"

"What..." Three stood up and yelled "I'm not putting up with your crap anymore and neither is anybody else so go on and get lost!" Everyone laughed as Bowser growled and slumped down in the front row. Four came in and waved to Mario, who happily waved back. He tried greeting Three, but he just scoffed and avoided eye contact. Mario could sense the tension and leaned over to whisper "If Smg4 wants to make friends then he should go talk to Smg3 about the gum."

"But what should I say?"

"Be yourself!" Four smiled and Thanked his best friend.

After school, Three was heading home, but found that it had started to rain. Four came up and said "Hey." Three still ignored him in annoyance as Four opened an umbrella and said "I just wanted to tell you that I was only trying to take the gum off your seat, I swear." Three's expression softened as he looked surprised. "I've never been to school before and I never had any friends." Four said while rubbing his arm. "It's all so new to me..." He turned around and offered the umbrella to Three with a small smile. Three's eyes widened and his cheeks turned pink while he just stared at Four.

He carefully took the umbrella and felt his heart flutter when their fingers touched. "Thanks...Baka..." Four chuckled a little at this new nickname that Three gave him. "Anyway, see you tomorrow?" He walked down the steps as Three slowly waved back. Eggdog flew around him, barking in excitement. "What!? I don't have a crush on that idiot! Do I...?"

Four was walking to the car when Beeg popped out and made "Eugh!" noises. "Whatever, he's just a friend." He realized what he said as it felt good to have people that he cared about. "A friend..."

Smg1 and Smg2 watched from a distance as Two said "These were excellent choices." One nodded and said "They are made for each other."

End of Simulation

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Chapter 10: SMG4's Forbidden Love