#TAKE THE DEAL AND BECOMES HIS PUPPET TODAY

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"Tick tock, Kid."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE DAY BIPPER WAS BORN EVERYONE.

[wally-darling-hyperfixation]

Cut!!!!!!! Actor Wally x Stagehand GN Reader Part 3

I made sure to add the rest of the TikTok on this one. Remember it’s by frillsand. Not me. I just like the au

🎬You sigh looking through the add pages for work. The studio was off today so no one’s knows you have been fired yet. Oh gosh you hope that the puppets will be ok when they find out you are gone. You search through all the adds and each job said you have to have experience in the field to be hired. You did not . Groaning , you finally find a job as a coffee maker at a cafe. No experience needed . Learning on the job. You circle it and decide to go call the number to see if they will hire you.

Days later

🍎Wally walks into work sipping on his drink seeing his friends upset. He’s asks what’s wrong and they say they haven’t seen you all day. He looks shocked and goes to ask the director where you are . He is silent. Wally growls and asks again. Where are you. The director says to not be mad and shows the sheet of paper with all the stage hands names on it to where the signed for (y/n) to be fired. Wally threw the papers from the directors desk. He says. Don’t expect any good scenes today. And that he is telling the others. He goes out and straightens his clothes. Fixing his hair and goes onto acting for now. Letting his friends know at the end of the day what happened.

🎬 You sigh and announce the name for the coffee you just made. You started to get the hang of this but it’s been a bit boring lately. Unlike the sound stage, you only a minimum wage employee dealing with unruly customers. You hope the puppet actors are being treated well. The television in the cafe starts an episode of Welcome Home but the actors don’t really seem like they into it . You look a bit worried. You hoped they were ok. They didn’t seem to have the energy or their smiles reaching their eyes. You sigh and clean the counter.

🍎Wally grumbles heading to a cafe because today they kept messing up his drinks no matter what he said. He was seriously about to wring their necks if you were not found and hired again. Entering the cafe, he had on a disguise. Plain bleh clothes, glasses, a hat on his head. He heads to the counter where one of your coworkers takes his order. You hadn’t noticed him and he you. As he sat down thinking of ideas to get you back, your in the back making his drink. You say that you got an apple cinnamon decaf coffee for a Mr. D. He comes up and gets his drink then becomes shocked . “(Y/n)????”

Cliffhanger for y’all. You got to wait till Saturday now. Lol. Again. Y’all are able to message me and ask questions tomorrow. No requests though. I got to rest. Love y’all

[jessnotfoundd]

Talk dirty to me- Charles Leclerc. (Fingering)

4! KINKTOBER! MINORS DNI

Remember this contains sexual descriptions, nudity, and intercourse.

Dating one of the most pretty and famous men from the Formula One grid had its ups and downs, overall, the worst part would be dealing with all the girls, reporters, and media girls throwing themselves at him. Like today, Charles won the Monza GP against the odds and I couldn't take the sight of all the girls who said something nice or casually touched him as we left the paddock.

I was one to hide well my feelings, but as soon as we got to the hotel I could tell he was reading me like an open book.

"You're jealous" He chuckles, like it is funny.

"I'm not, why would I?" I focus on the task at hand, getting my clothes to shower. But I fail terribly with controlling my voice.

"Yeah, we are not strangers, I can tell you are cherié" he walks to me, holding my hips and grins.

"Well, I mean if I count the amount of girls that have touched you today I could say at least half of Italy has been in contact with you" I state, it's almost hilarious but I'm maybe a bit mad about it.

Charles burst into laughter, grabbing me even tighter and pulling me flush against him. "Are you doubting me?" He whispers, his breath hot against my skin as his lips brush against the sensitive spot just below my ear. His fingers slide up underneath my shirt, teasing the soft skin of my stomach, then slowly move up to my bra, his thumb tracing across the edge of the fabric."I'll show you who I belong to" he takes the hem of my shirt to take it off."Who do belong to?" he unlocks my bra.

As I get rid of my bottoms and my shoes, he gets off his Ferrari clothes.

He sits on the bed and sits me in between his legs, spreading mine, the hot weather contributing to the heat in the room, our bodies naked his hand goes back to my stomach, making his way down to my waist and tracing his way more down sends shivers all around my body, my arousal growing like a fire.

"It passed?" he chuckles and just that is enough to make me close my legs from the pleasure.

"W-what?"

"The attitude, did it pass? The whole jealousy" he whispers in my ear while leaving small kisses on my neck, my head against his shoulder. My back against his chest. His middle finger moved in a circular motion pressed against my clit, making me burst in pleasure.

"C-charles" I whine.

"Answer Cherié. did it pass?" He bites my earlobe.

"Y-YES!" my mind is blank from the lower tone he's using and I just sigh, trying to stay composed.

"You like this?" his lips brush behind my neck "When I touch you like this?" His finger sinks a bit more and I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. He moves his fingers on my folds.

"I do... I do" I manage to respond, my voice barely more than a whimper against his kisses.

He grins against my ear, he can tell by the way my body moves against his and the way I squirm, that he has me completely at his mercy.

"Good, because we're not done yet" He bites harder and kisses down my neck, his lips leaving a trail of heat in their path. His tongue wets the skin of my collarbone and he sucks it gently, the heat between us only growing more intense.

"Please Charles...." my back arches."One"

Charles smirks against my skin, the heat of his breath making me shiver, my body responding to his movements, begging him for more. "You're impatient now, aren't you?" He chuckles, his lips brushing against my ear, the tone of his voice making me even more eager.

I guide his finger to my entrance.

"You want me that badly, huh?" he whispers, I feel his finger getting into me and I let out a low moan. "Is one not enough?" he moves the finger, my cunt already wet, almost dripping. Charles grins as he sees how desperate I'm becoming, responding to his touch like a puppet on a string. "one is not enough for you?" he laughs"You want more?"

I nod frantically at his question, he can see the sheer need on my face, desperate for more of him. His lips brush up against my ear as he whispers. "Tell me what you want, cherié. Don't be shy now. I want to hear you say it."

"A-another f-finge" I whine. He does what I ask for. He slides another finger inside slowly, his breath hot against my skin as he watches my reaction. "Fuck" I grind on his finger. "Faster"

Charles can see how desperate I'm becoming, the way I move against him, the way my body responds to his touch. "Faster, huh? You really want it, don't you?" He moves his fingers faster and I let out a choked moan. "You like it when I finger you like this, don't you, cherié?When I talk dirty to you?"

"mhmh" I tilt my head back. "Yesyesyes talk dirty to me" Charles responds to my desperate moans, his fingers moving faster, his breath hot against my skin.

"You're so desperate for me, aren't you, cherié?" he asks, the tone of his voice changing, his own need growing stronger. He fastens the pace and I groan, not being able to keep it much longer. Charles feels how close I'm getting, my body responding to his movements, begging for more.

"Ba-babe" my clit throbbing.

"You're close, aren't you, cherié?" he whispers in my ear, his own voice growing hoarse, his breaths coming out shorter as he watches me "Are you going to come for me?" he grins and picks up the pace a bit more and I just can't hold it anymore, making a mess. He grins as he feels how I lose myself to the wave of pleasure coursing

"That's it, let it all out," he says beside my ear. "That's it cherié, let it all out" he keeps moving his fingers to help me ride out my high. "I'm yours, and you're mine" he scatter kisses over my neck"I'm the only one who can make you come like this". He takes his fingers out and slaps my inner thigh, getting up to get me cleaned up.

[domnamewoman]

You know I've always wonder if the characters meet with a teen reader (platonic relationship) who can control elements. They found her by accident and saw her like catching fish using her water bending.

(sorry if I disturbing you. Please do tell me anything if I broke a rule or something because I'm trying my best to find your rule book)

PS love your Mortal Kombat :3

Title: Little Elements

Summary: You are a teen Elemental who is just trying to survive and find your mom after a mysterious sorcerer abducts her and banishes you to Earthrealm. One day while you are trying to catch dinner, you are ambushed by random men who believe you are the one terrorizing Earthrealm.

Warnings: Teen!GN!Reader, Canon-Typical Violence

Word Count: 1,479

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What are you going to do? You can survive on your own, sure, but for how long? Who can you even ask for help? You don’t know anyone in this realm and from what you’ve been told, most Earthrealmers don’t even know about Outworld and its inhabitants. How can they help you find your way back, let alone your mom?

Your mom… right.

That bastard! As soon as you find him, he’s dead! You’ll make him pay for what he did to you and your mother. You’ll make him regret underestimating you and reducing your mother to nothing more than a puppet. When you find him you’ll… you’ll…

How will you find him though? You don’t even know his name. Thanks to him you are stranded in Earthrealm. You let out a frustrated sigh. You aren’t powerful enough to open a portable to get back to Outworld. Is there anyone here who is? How can you find them?

You angrily kick a rock and watch it tumble into the river in front of you as a wave of helplessness washes over you. You shake your head to clear it and take a calming breath. You’re no good to your mom if you’re frazzled and drained.

You’ll figure out a plan later, for now, you’ll focus on getting something to eat so you don’t starve to death before you can.

You stand at the bank of the river and let the sounds of nature calm you. The rushing of water downstream. The chirping of the birds’ morning song. The rustling of the wind passing through leaves. It’s almost enough to fool you into believing you are out for a recreational trek through the woods and not stranded all alone.

Raising your hands, you search for the ball of energy stored at the center of your chest and feel it unravel. It begins to spread across your chest, down your arms, and rest in your palms. You move your hands from left to right and watch as the river’s water swirls up into the air.

You parse through the water using your water bending to search for fish and wash them ashore. You are able to find three smallmouth basses and decide they are enough sustenance for today. You bend down to collect them when you feel the air suddenly become charged around you.

Whipping around, your eyes land on four men standing at the tree line. One of them shoots out his hand and a bolt of lightning comes flying toward you. You narrowly manage to dive out of the way and the bolt zaps the spot you were just in.

You feel heat erupt from your chest and plunge down your arms as flames engulf your hands.

“Who are you!?” You question as you take a defensive stance.

“Earthrealm’s Protectors.” The one wearing a razor-rimmed hat declares.

Before you have a chance to process this, another bolt of lightning is making its way to you. Unfortunately, this time you are unable to move out of the way fast enough and fall to the ground as your body shakes in pain.

After the shock subsides, you roll onto your hands and knees. Your breath is nothing but gasps as you try to get air into your lungs. How dare these people attack you unprovoked! Earthrealm’s Protectors? You aren’t doing anything harmful! All you are trying to do is get something to eat. What is their deal? It doesn't matter, you will return the favor of attacking first and asking questions later.

Resting both palms flat against the ground, you force energy through them and the ground begins to violently shake. The men are thrown off balance and it is just the distraction you need to execute an attack.

Throwing your hands out in quick succession, you send several fireballs hurling toward them. You watch as the four men jump around in an effort to dodge the onslaught.

“Now that wasn’t very nice, Hotshot.” One of them says while removing his sunglasses.

Your eyes roll as you scoff. “You’re one to talk. I can still feel the aftershocks from Sir Zaps-a-lot over there.”

“Sir Zaps-a-lot?” Asks the one wearing a… blindfold? Strange.

“Yes! He electrocuted me for no reason!”

“You appear to be no older than 14. Why are you here terrorizing Earthrealm?” Sir Zaps-a-lot asks.

You let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m 15, thank you very much. Also, how is fishing terrorizing anyone!? I was just trying to get something to eat and you attacked me completely unprovoked!”

“Unprovoked? You have been going around causing earthquakes, fires, floods, and tornados in highly populated areas. You have killed innocent Earthrealmers and destroyed many people’s homes and livelihoods! Yet you claim you are innocent?” Razorhead bellows.

“How… I-I can’t do that!”

“Um… listen, Hotshot. We just watched you fish without a fishing rod. Not to mention the fireballs and mini earthquake you used on us. You definitely can do that.” Explains Sunglasses.

“Exactly! Mini earthquake. I can’t make one powerful enough to destroy people’s homes like you’ve said.”

The men stare at you and from their expressions you can tell they don’t believe you.

“Seriously, it wasn’t me!”

“There are not too many others who possess powers like you here.” Mr. See-no-evil states.

How are your powers uncommon? Stupid powerless Earthrealmers!

“Whatever, that still doesn’t change the fact that I’m not strong enough to create earthquakes, floods, or tornados on a scale large enough to destroy homes. I’m still in training!”

“Training by who?” Sir Zaps-a-lot inquires.

“By my mo-”

Why didn’t you think of this sooner? You know someone who is powerful enough to cause damage on a scale these men speak of. Someone who is currently under the hypnosis of a deranged sorcerer. You have to find her!

“Where did these attacks take place?” You ask as you take a step forward.

“Wait a minute Hotshot, who is your trainer?”

“My mother.” You began to pace. “About a week ago, some crazy sorcerer came to our house. I-I think my mom knew him? I had seen him talking to her before. Anyway, the day he showed up at our house he was acting all crazy. T-Then he did some weird magic hypno stuff and put my mom under some sort of spell. She would only listen to him no matter what I did. She was basically his puppet. He opened a portal and forced me to Earthrealm so I wouldn’t get in the way of his plans. I bet he’s using her to do all of the stuff you said. That bastard!”

“Okay, okay, calm down. You said your mother was taken by the sorcerer?” Mr. See-no-evil walks forward, stopping a few feet away from you.

“Yes! I know you have a blindfold on, but do you also have earplugs?”

“There is no need to get testy.”

“Can it, Razorhead!”

“Pfft… Razorhead.” Sunglasses chuckles under his breath.

“My name is Kung Lao, and that is not the attitude one should have when asking for help.”

“Asking for help? Who needs your help?”

“You do. How do you intend to find your mother? Are you going to take on the sorcerer by yourself? My name is Raiden, by the way.”

Dang it, they’re right!

“Fine, I’m sorry. You’re right, there’s no way I can beat him by myself. What am I going to do?” You drop your head in defeat.

Sunglasses walks up to you and throws his arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry your pretty little head. We won’t leave you to face him all alone. We fight for the weak. That’s what Earthrealm’s Protectors are all about.”

“I’m not weak,” You grumble, resisting the urge to elbow him in the side.

“What he means is, we will help you find your mom and take down this insidious sorcerer.” Kung Lao promises.

“We will take you to Wu Shi and inform our leader Liu Kang of your situation,” Raiden adds.

“But we don’t have time for that. We have to find my mom.” You are starting to get impatient now that you know there is a possibility your mother is here in Earthrealm.

“We will, but we need to make a plan. Plus you have been out here in the woods by yourself for a while. You look like you could use some rest… and some food.” Mr. See-no-evil pointedly nods toward the three fish on the ground you caught earlier.

Just then your stomach decides to remind you just how empty it is.

“Alright, I guess.” You begrudgingly agree.

Wait a minute.

“How do you know there are fish on the ground, aren’t you blindfolded!?”

Everyone starts laughing and you feel as though you’ve been left out of some inside joke.

Mr. See-no-evil starts walking backward toward the tree line. “Come on, I will tell you on the way.”

Should this be a series? Also, we aren't even going to talk about the nicknames... I tried 🤷🏾‍♀️

[soulofapatrick]

You Won’t Leave? - Joel Miller x reader

Summary: Y/N has had a fever the last few days but you’re too stubborn to let Joel or Ellie know because you don’t want Joel to leave as it brings up past abandonments

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: fainting; watching someone kill themselves due to being infected

Y/N’s POV

My head pounds with every step, nose feeling clogged and body aching. I’m sick. Like flu sick but that can’t stop us from getting Ellie to the fireflies so I’ve just been sucking up and dealing with it, keeping an eye out for any medication wherever we go. The pack on my back felt heavier than ever and it was causing me to fall behind from the pair, Ellie asking Joel as many questions as she can while Joel just grunts or replies with “pass” but it never deters Ellie. 

The weather was getting colder with each passing day which doesn’t help my flu situation on top of the hours Joel wants to walk. He’s always so stoic and uptight, walking with purpose and gun within arms reach if we were to stumble upon any infected. My own gun is in my pack at the moment as I don’t think it’d be wise me shooting with the way Joel and Ellie seem to sometimes multiply in front of me. 

It’s been manageable until today, I woke with almost no vision which meant I had to pretend to still be asleep for another half an hour before the stars decided to stop spinning around me. Even then all my movements were slow but Joel or Ellie didn’t seem to notice, probably thinking I was just still waking up and I just let them believe that. I still had the thermos of coffee Joel handed to me, it’s currently gripped tight in my shaky hands, as my body feels so hot and clammy and I’m sweating despite the cold air. It’s taking everything for me to not strip all my warm layers off as it might be instant relief it’ll just make me iller and I’ll be fine once I break the fever which I should do today. 

I manage to struggle forwards for another hour before I have to stop and take a sip of my coffee, hoping the caffeine will help me continue on but when I lower the thermos I realise there are four of Joel and Ellie talking to each other as they wait for me. I open my mouth to speak but nothing happens as I suddenly feel like I’m walking on air, the multitudes of my companions going fuzzy, “Joel.” 

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“I’m sorry Y/N.” Elliott, my older brother, has his sleeve rolled up to reveal the distinct bite mark adorning his pale skin, he’s got tears in his amber eyes and his bottom lip is wobbling as he speaks, “It’s up to you to keep them safe now.”

“What?” My own tears burn behind me eyes as I look up at the person who had become my hero along with my older brother, “I’m ten.” 

He’s crouching so he’s eye level and pulls me into a hug, I can feel the slight shaking in his hands beginning already against my back, “I know it’s not fair but I don’t… I can’t stay or I’ll hurt you.” 

The pain in his voice forces an ache in my chest as he lets me go, gripping his sleeve like a lifeline as he’s right: it’s not fucking fair. I’m ten! I should be running around and playing house or football with my friends instead of watching my fifteen year old brother yank himself out of my grip and turn away from me to grab his gun or have to watch over my 2 year old younger brother. 

Elliott stays facing away from me, across the room now and before I can even move my shaking legs towards him theres an ear splitting pop and Elliott just crumples like a puppet with their strings cut. I’m splattered in wet matter and my heart is pounding, I can’t move or blink as I watch his face drain from it’s normal colour to a grey one right in front of me. I begin to wipe my hands at the mess on me, wanting to get it all off me as my chest tightens and I feel like I’m going throw up. 

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“Y/N!” Joel’s panicked gruff voice drags me back to the land of the living, my head still pounding and my body still aching but my cheeks are now wet. I groan in pain, bringing a hand to my cheeks to realise I’m crying. I’ve been crying while passed out… what the fuck happened?

“Oh thank god,” Ellie’s grabbing my other hand tightly in hers and my surrounding start coming back to me. The sky is dark now which means I’ve been out for a while and I’m laying on top of a sleeping bag with a blanket placed over me, “You scared us shitless.” 

“‘M okay.” I go to pull myself up despite the way Joel and Ellie spin above me where they’re both leant over me but Joel’s large hand presses against my chest and pushed me back down. I make a sound of protest, “We’re losing time.” But Joel’s stern look has me closing my mouth. 

“Right, now that you’re awake I’m going to run to the town about six miles from here and were I can buy the medication you need from a smuggler.” He tells me, and all I can hear is that he’s going to leave me. I’m going to be left alone to look after someone younger than me again and it has my chest tightening in the beginning of a panic attack. I’m shaking Ellie’s hand out of mine and gripping Joel’s arm with both, not caring if I seems so pathetic right now. I am not getting left behind again. I’m too young for this. 

Joel’s honey eyes soften as he sees the panic written across my face, sighing softly and he’s shuffling until he’s laying next to me, so close his nose is bumping my cheek. Ellie’s quick to join us, wriggling under my arm and resting her head on my chest. I just hold onto them both as Joel mumbles quiet promises to me, “I’m not leaving. We’re both right here. It’s okay darling.” 

“Please don’t leave me,” I’m crying, “I’m… I’m not ready, I’m too young.” 

“Hey, hey, Y/N,” Joel’s cupping my cheek, forcing me to look at him, his nose cold against mine, “It’s me, I’m right here. It’s Joel and Ellie. Come back to us darling.” 

Joel. Soft and warm lips press against mine that have me letting my eyes slip shut, breathing in everything Joel. The mixture of woodsmoke; burnt coffee and citrus dragging my heartbeat back to an acceptable pace while Ellie’s got her arms wrapped around me, “We’re both here. Get some rest, you need it darling.” 

“You’ll be here when I wake?” 

“Of course we will sweetheart.” 

“Can’t get rid of us that easily.” 

[apocalypse-shuffle]

ALCIDE HERVEAUX (true blood)

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“Formality” (Alcide Herveaux x Fem!Reader)

| Rikki left you with a task to fulfill: train Alcide how to fight your pack’s way. Unfortunately for you, though, the man is about as irritating as he is nice to look at.

| NSFW, enemies to lovers-ish, training, brief werewolf transformation, reader-insert is shorter than Alcide, UST, pre smut -werewolf!reader

| Pic source: True Blood (2008-2014)

| Happy Halloween Eve!! 🐾

| 1k+ words

“GOD-FUCKING-DAMNIT, ALCIDE!”

Your lungs ache with the force of your shout, throat already sore from just five minutes of arguing.

In all honesty you’ve just about had it. Had it with all of the yelling and name-calling that happened so often when you and this bullheaded-ass man were alone together that always ended with both of you bruised and frustrated.

Today was no different.

The pack barn was empty — everyone had cleared out once they heard you and Alcide start going at it. And to top it all of you can’t even remember what you’d actually been planning to do with him today, you just know that Alcide Herveaux is a pain in your ass and you do not plan on letting up your argument anytime soon.

You’ve been training him in place of Rikki for the fight against y’all’s current piece of shit packmaster, JD. Rikki and you had aligned with Alcide when he challenged JD because you could both see that he was leading the pack down a shitty path.

Rikki had been ready to challenge JD herself, with you as her second, before Alcide came along and y’all decided that since he’d already killed one of his past packmasters and managed to become packmaster of what was left of his own pack that hadn’t defected to the vamps under Cooter, he’d do.

Alcide was doing a good enough job with his pack in Jackson, after his old packmaster up and left when the vampires had indoctrinated the majority of his wolves, so you were willing to back him up in taking control and merging packs.

If only he’d focus less on fucking with you and more on training.

Rikki wasn’t training him because she was dealing with a runaway, a teenaged pup chasing V. So now the duty was on you to be Alcide’s second and prepare him for fighting against a coked up werewolf.

“What’s the matter, Boss, worried for me? I took on Marcus, I can take JD,” Alcide says, smirking.

One brow raised, you roll your eyes.

“Uh huh, I’m sure a werewolf two times as fast and bloodthirsty will be the exact same. Training at this point is just a formality,” your words drip heavily with sarcasm before you shift to come at him with a barrage of kicks.

Alcide takes the first hit like a pro and blocks the rest without much trouble. That is until you get close enough to knee him in the nards, wait until he’s keeling over to grab hold of his junk, then aim for the side of his neck on your next strike instead of his torso.

He doesn’t block your attack in time by a landslide and falls the rest of the way to the ground like a crumpled marionette a second later. You’d have more sympathy for a puppet.

Blinking down at him you watch him struggle on his knees. Kneeling with his hand on his throat, breath wheezing out as his body struggles to heal his esophagus. Supernatural or not, a hit to the throat was a hit to the throat.

Once Alcide gets his bearings he looks up at you with glowing yellow eyes and glares.

“For something so small you sure can hit hard,” he grunts out. He starts stripping out of his shirt.

Scoffing, you shrug; determined to take any injuries he got as seriously as he was your training.

This wasn’t a game and you needed him to start acting like it.

Quickly.

“Mhm.” You drum your fingers against the dark skin of your arm, lips pursed. “Next time throw your forearms up to block a kick to the head or neck, and don’t let yourself get so damn comfortable. You left your dick right open, I was practically invited. And if you're about to get hit in the head pretty much just fall back as much as possible. A hit to the temple or undercut will knock you out.”

And that’s all you give him in lieu of a more clever retort.

Alcide huffs out a breath as he stands, movements slow, “I’ll keep that in mind if JD’s crazy ass pulls out unknown judo skills. Come on, Y/n, he’s not coming at me with anything but wild punches, fang, and claw. So yeah, this is formality.”

You grit your teeth.

“Trained or not, JD is unstable with all that V in him. So formality or not, we’re training so you’re ready regardless of what he throws at you. But since you seem so set on it, we can train with fang and claw.”

You glare as Alcide chuckles, looking you up and down. You’re just about ready to screw it all at this point with his bullshit appeasement routine and walk out when he drops his pants and lunges.

“I’ll take you up on that,” he growls, his shift taking over in the midst of his final word.

Eyes widening, you just barely jump out of the way of the downward swipe of his claws. You don't have time to marvel at the juxtaposition of Alcide, Mississippi lumber man, being an arctic wolf before you’re bursting outside of the barn and into the woods.

A wolf-like snigger and the pounding of paws hitting the earth is what you hyper focus on as you run, throwing bits and pieces of clothing off as you go. You don’t bother trying to take off your socks as you toss your T-shirt overhead and rip the shorts from your body.

Fuck it, you’re not losing to Alcide of all wolves.

Alcide nips at your heels once playfully and you growl low in your throat, eyes flashing to life. The glow casts the land in front of you a faint yellow as you whizz by, speeding up and putting a couple feet of distance between you and the other wolf. Your own wolf pulls at your control as Alcide growls behind you in a goad; clearly you’re taking too long to engage for his liking.

Smirking, you speed up even more before jumping and grabbing a hold of a low hanging branch. You swing yourself up and perch atop, watching in amusement as Alcide blows past you and then skids. He kicks up dirt as he turns around with a high pitched yip. It has you laughing while you shed your underwear and socks, letting them fall to the ground below.

Your panties land directly on top of the other wolf’s head and you watch him struggle to paw them off long enough for him to start getting irritated and growl to himself before you push yourself off the branch and book it towards the swamp.

Hardly skipping a step, your shift takes place, and with the switch everything is so easy.

Your paws pound on the earth and your lungs fill with the essence of the swamp as you howl and charge straight for the water.

You’re maybe part of the way there, going so fast you’re well on your way to flying, when you’re veering left completely absent of your own accord.

Yelp caught in your throat you go crashing into the brush, the full brunt of Alcide’s arctic wolf ramming into your side and bowling you off your path.

With brief flashes of shimmering light you both transition back to “human”, your brown skin getting peppered with sticks and sand and flora without your wolf’s thicker skin and lush fur as a barrier.

Instead it’s the tight curls at the top of your head that snag against leaves and twigs as you tumble with Alcide’s skin sliding against yours, but you don’t even mind, a new weight falling from your shoulders bit by bit with every roll.

When you both come to a stop you’re splayed on top of him, hands locked around his tanned arms and both of your legs tangled.

He chuckles and it’s a boyish lilting thing, still gulping for air as he looks you up and down, a wave of desire rising in his warm brown irises.

It isn’t until then that you notice just how close you are to each other. You drop your head closer to him and gaze your own bright eyes into his. His bare chest, surprisingly not hairy, heaves up and down as he grins at you. You match his energy, breaths just as labored as Alcide’s.

His gaze is all wild and sharp. Filled with a wolf’s playfulness.

“You’re a pain in my ass Herveaux,” you pant, pupils blown wide with lust as you glance down at his mouth.

You have been working hard, you muse. A reward would be nice.

He licks his lips.

“You love it.”

“Occasionally,” you counter, a growl rumbling in your chest, and then you’re both crashing into each other again (just a little to the left this time).

The kiss is all vigor. Teeth clacking together and tongues battling for dominance, another race all on its own. Alcide eventually makes you lose ground and gets you on your back. You both break apart to gasp for breath.

“You gonna let me fuck you?”

His hand goes to squeeze around the side of your neck and you find yourself baring it for him, a tiny whimper pushing past your lips.

“Take a break?” You blink up at him, eyes soft, but hold a finger up so he doesn’t move on you just yet. “—So long as you get it together when we’re done.”

─────

Your airy voice and soft noises make his wolf tremble with the urge to claim. To mate. Alcide pauses to take a deep breath, ease the way his beast rattles, but it doesn’t do a damn thing but make his cock twitch and fatten. The other werewolf smells like straight arousal.

Brimstone and something earthy, inherently woody and unquestionably you, fills his nose and whatever inclination he had to pace himself firmly slips to the back of his mind.

“Yeah, Babydoll, let’s take a break. I’ll be as good as I can be afterwards.”

NOTES: Hope you enjoyed!!

Mind any typos, I will get to them later. And, yeah, I did give a little nod to Monster Squad (1987) with that ‘nards’ bit.

There’s also a high possibility I might rewrite/repost this later with more story due to the time constraints of trying to get this out today not allowing for as much expansion as I would’ve wanted, but yeah.

btw: if you’d like to leave a comment I’d very much appreciate it!

[cattonicdragon]

Love your stuff man, can I get audrey bendy susie allison and carly(the ghost girl) x a reader that is a living shadow like dr facilier's shadow and can manipulate people through there shadows, Again love your stuff.

Audrey,bendy,susie,allison and carly x shadow reader that can manipulate living matter

Of course u can!

Has been proofread!

Audrey

Considering the fact that shes been bothered by all sorts of things since shes entered this inky hell,I think it's safe to say she would be somewhat surprised apon initially finding you

That's until she finds out that you can interact with people through their shadows

Shes honestly terrified once she finds you practically playing ping pong with some stray searchers

The ink around the place dosnt help,it becomes harder to locate you when your against a almost pitch black surface

Once befriended you though all the things that were a issue before became an uperhand

If shes ever in trouble,should a searcher get to close you can pull it back and just hold it there

She finds it funny when you hold one back and it has no idea what tf is going on

After friending you she finds your powers cool and not as terrifying

You can create little puppet shows for her and manipulate shadows to dance and do stuff

Audrey finds you a massive help when navigating through the place

When she manages to escape you bet shes taking you with her

Once in the real world you can have alot more freedom and it's easier to find you now that the hallways have colour.

Bendy

He knows of all the weird creatures that live in the studio,its his realm

Yet he hadnt seen you before

A shadow,that can manipulate living matter by using their shadows?

How interesting

Would probally take a similar approach with you like he did with audrey

If your even made out of ink

He likes to watch when you mess around with people's shadows,tripping up searchers and fucking around with the lost souls

If you ever manage to trip up Wilson you'll definatly get on bendys "do not kill yet"list

He dosnt know how you can even exist because your literally a shadow,do you perhaps have a seperate body somewhere in the studio?perhaps only your shadow appears

He trys to find a logical explanation but cant so he kinda just goes "well if you dont help Wilson or audrey then u stay away"

He dosnt care about you if your not a threat,hes annoyed he cant talk telepathicly or controll u though

Once he bonds with you though you can be a pretty nasty duo

If anybody tries to run away I dont think theyll get very far,

The studio is abit slippery today,or maybe it's the fact that you tripped them over

Well either way they fell head over heels,just like bendy did for you

Anyways,intruders dont get far as you drag them to wherever the ink demon is to take care of them

If you play with his shadow he will get annoyed so dont do that

Susie/malice

Shes been around the studio for God knows how long,so of course she knows about the things the ink creates

However she had never seen a being quiet like you

Shes not bothered by you until you pull on her arm and mess with her,she thinks it's a lurcher trying to annoy her at first until she comes to the realization that shes alone

After that she dosnt like to see you

She thinks that your always gonna pull on her hair or something and since your a shadow she cant do anything,so she just leaves,not being bothered to deal with you when more important matters are at hand

She eventually talk to you when your both in the same room,although the conversation starts out rough,she dosnt like being messed with,especially when she cant do anything to stop it

After eventually getting over her grudge she speaks to you...passively?

Relatively passivly

Eventually a friendship starts to bloom though

Theres a very high chance you could bond over a common hatred for the ink demon

Definatly asks if you can fuck around with audrey and Wilson

You can both be quite scary when in the same room,especially if one of them has something against you

Allison

Shes a survivor,she knows the things that lurk in the shadows of the ink but shes also not afraid to stand her ground against them

Once coming across you,allison will immidatly deem you as a threat,nothing is as it seems in the studio

When she finds out that you can move people through their shadows etc,shes not surprised,like mentioned previously,the things in this realm are made to deceive you

If you become troublesome for her and Tom then she will light candles everywhere or choose lit up areas,only venturing into dim ones when shes sure your not lurking around a corner

Once she somewhat friends you,you can be a massive help,she found out that you can also interact with stuff like bacon soup,so sometimes you go out getting supplies so they dont get injured by the ink demon or anything

Tom warms up to you surprisingly quick(its because you spoil him)

She does eventually admit that maybe she judged you to hard to being with

Carley

Considering the fact that shes a ghost aswell she'd be very intrigued by a shadow like you

Shes probally the only one on this list who isnt surprised that you can interact with peoples shadows,shes just not that surprised anymore

That's not to say she isnt impressed

She cant really "interact" with the living

Although she can scare people,moving things etc isnt really her forte

You two get along amazingly almost immediately

Its probally due to the fact that you both dont have a physicall body

The two of you could probally cause most people a heart attack

Both of you are very annoying towards audrey

And no audrey will get no breaks from your antics

You both mess around with the butcher gang alot alswell,one time accidentally causing a fight to break out amongst themselves

Wilson gets alot of problems from the both of you

If the old man needs to sleep hes not getting any,at all

[sh1-n0bu]

O M G i just had a thought. like, you know how kuni is so desperate for validation. this leads me to believe he has a massive praise kink. like he just LOVES LOVES LOVESSS being praised for anything not just during sex but.. ahaha he loves being called your good boy, he's your good boy and he always wants to hear it 🥺

✿ 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 ✿

characters: scaramouche x nb!reader

warnings: fluff, light angst, domestic fluff, scara might be a bit OOC, takes place after scaramouche’s defeat

notes: oh yea def. i feel like him, xiao, heizou, childe, venti, kaeya and diluc would be super into praising. outside of the bedroom as well, since they grew up pretty touch and affection deprived, they would want to DROWN in that shit

‘growing up’ with the knowledge that the person you see as your mother only sees you as a puppet is going to fuck up one’s mind and mentality a lot

not only that but he also kept losing the people he opened his heart to so he just… gave up

joining the fatui and becoming one of their strongest has hardened him beyond any comprehension

every nice words or actions are taken as something with an ulterior motive behind

he can’t even go a day without thinking over what you meant by saying you like his hat

was it a threat? are you trying to get close to him? if so why? could you be a spy? better check on your background

however being defeated and getting a nice therapy session with mama nahida has made his mind place a bit better and healthier

doesn’t mean he would immediately let down his guard the moment you smile at him though

getting into a relationship with him would take a long time but it will all be worth it in the end

would always want to be praised or validated by you, his darling s/o

“mhh you made delicious pancakes love! mind teaching me your ways?”

“hmmp! of course i would. who do you think you’re talking to anyways?”

as if he didn’t had a mental breakdown while practicing to make the perfect pancakes for you every morning until he fully grasped it🙄

would go even far as buying a cook book and trying everything on the book while you’re away on work, so he can make you happy and get a praise or a smooch in return

but he will never in his 500 year old life admit it

a tsundere gremlin

when out in public, he would want to at least hold hands with you but he’s so nervous because what if you don’t like pda? what if you hate how clingy he gets sometimes? are there any fatui in the area?

and when scaramouche finally grows the courage and links your pinkies, he’s over the moon

literally giggling, kicking the air, shouting his victory, jumping around in his mind but he wouldn’t show it ‘cause he’s scaramouche😤

in private he will get clingy, don’t test him

would literally drag you back to bed when you’re getting ready for work just so you two can cuddle

will demand you to ask your boss to give you a break today so he keep cuddling with you

a spoiled brat smh🙄

would want to be praised 24/7 and is willing to do anything for it

cooking? as long as the kitchen isn’t burned down then it counts

sewing the rips and tears in your clothes? what are you, a kid?

getting more control over his vision, his new heart just so he can impress you with a new trick he learned and get a smooch as a reward? hmmph! he already mastered his vision now where’s his smooch [name]?

please praise him and call him cute cheesy nicknames, he will love and cherish it so very much

“hey, i didn’t threaten anyone today. where’s my kiss [name]?”

“but i don’t remember making a deal like this scara??”

“yes we did! now give me my reward kiss!”

spoiled baby🥹

[billluver0124]

"Time is Running Out."

synopsis: After dealing with tom's manipulative behavior, y/n has enough; Leaving their relationship. But is it really that easy?

WARNINGS!! manipulative tom, verbal abuse and simple angst themes!

Imagine being controlled throughout your entire relationship; being told what to wear and what not to, you weren't allowed to go out with your friends because your boyfriend "doesn't trust you" even though you've done nothing to run their trust for you. But they get to go see the entire world because of their band while you are stuck at home, like a dog in its cage. That's exactly how y/n felt throughout her entire relationship with tom.

She felt like a puppet and he was the puppet master. he controlled every little thing she did. She couldn't go out unless it was with him. She couldn't wear what she wanted to because tom didn't want other guys to see her. He never showed her an ounce of intimacy in public, he only showed it at home, or showed none at all. And if she ever disobeyed tom's "rules", she'd have to deal with tom saying things like "you don't even care about me do you? if you truly loved me, you wouldn't do things like that" She began to grow tired and irritated from his frequent behavior. It was now time for her to go live her life, with or without tom in it.

Tom walks into the house, closing the door behind him. "I'm home." he says coldly. He doesn't hear a response back, causing him to raise an eyebrow. "y/n? where are you?" he yells, waiting to hear a response from her. She walks out of their bedroom, a suitcase in her right hand and her purse in the left; Her face cold and ungracious. "where the hell do you think you're going?" "i'm leaving" she says coldly, looking dead into his dark brown eyes. How could he be so beautiful, but so toxic?

He bursts out laughing, almost a menacing laugh. "you're funny, but now's not the time for jokes hon'." he mocks her, her grip on her suitcase becoming tighter as she walks closer to the door. But tom blocks her from doing so, "you don't just get to leave y/n, i'm not letting you bury us away" "yes i do tom, and i will." y/n places her hand on the doorknob before getting shoved to the ground. "you're not leaving me, got it?" he spats disrespectfully at her, but she doesn't get frightened. In fact she gets up and slaps him across the face, a stinging red hand marked tom's left cheek.

"You realize that you suck the life out of me right? you fucking exhaust me and i'm tired of being 'yours'. " she spat back at him, matching his vile energy. "where are you even gonna go? you have nowhere, no one cares about you but me." he grabs her shoulder firmly, the shine in his eyes leaving; a matte look now formed. "wherever the goddamn wind takes me, as long as its away from you." the hostile look on her face secretly frightened tom a bit, was she really being serious about this? "you realize that you're lucky right? i could have any girl in the world but i chose your ungrateful ass" "if i'm so ungrateful, then find another girl who's willing to deal with you. god tom, being with you is exhausting don't you get that?" Y/n scoffs as she shoves tom out of the way, opening the door to the world she had a right to see. "Have a nice life tom, go fuck yourself" she says coldly before slamming the door shut.

It has now been a month since that event happened, she left town and bought an apartment the next town over. She made new friends and she feels free-er, until today happened. She was at the bar with her friends when one of them shows up later than the others. With tom right next to her, holding her wait close to him. "hey guys! i wanted you to meet my new boyfriend, tom." "hello ladies, its very nice to meet you all"

Tom looks straight at y/n, his eyes sucking her soul out of her body all over again. "i-i'm gonna go to the bathroom" she gets up out her seat, practically sprinting towards the bathroom. She fumbles on the sink counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Then she felt the hot black tears run down her face. why is this happening to her? she was supposed to have escaped him already, but she cant. She slams her fists on the counter repeatedly, her knuckles began to open and bleed. "s-shit!" she hissed in pain, until she hears the door open. "tom." she says coldly, like his own name was something vile. He notices her bloody hands, "let me help y-" "no, go away." she moves his hand out of the way, turning on the sink and helping her own wounds. Tom smirks, his tongue dancing around with his lip ring; he had her right where he wanted her.

"c'mon meine schatz..don't be like this.." he says as he snakes his arms around her from behind. "tom, no." y/n protests, pushing him away. "this, us isn't a thing anymore. i left for a reason and you know that reason very well." her voice was cold, she stood her ground. "yes i know scha-" "don't call me that. im not your schatz." Tom was hurt by her words, and with that he grabbed her by both wrists; pinning her against the wall. "oh but you are y/n. you always will be my woman." he traps her in a passionate kiss, which y/n falls into; returning the kiss back.

He lets go of her hands, sliding his hands down to her ass, squeezing it. A small moan flew out of y/n's mouth, her hands gripping his black cornrows. he finds his way to her neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses on her sweet spot; more moans pouring out of her mouth. "see baby? you miss this as much as i do..." his voice was bleeding with lust all over it. y/n snaps out of it, pushing tom away from her. "no, this is wrong. youre with alexia, im not yours anymore." "im not letting you burying this, burying us y/n" he grabs her hand. "it's us against the world" y/n pulls her hand away, "no tom, its me against you. i loved you tom, but i cant any longer"

Before she walks out of the door, she turns to look at him one last time. "Alexia is a really nice girl, go love her and stop loving me." she walks out of the door, grabbing her stuff and leaving the bar as well. As she began to walk home, she felt the tears run down her face. Why did this have to happen? She walked home with her body full of regret. Will she ever escape him?

AUTHORS NOTE: new post since my last story flopped :( but i js realized that my stories are so long 😭 anyways hope you enjoyed!!

[thefoolishone666]

The Shadows of The Critters

Today, I will be going over each of the Smiling Critters and what their shadows are in my AU. But let's make sure everyone here is at least close to the same page.

Before we begin, I am going make this clear, these shadows will be connected to some bad imagery...Mostly Dogday cause of course it is him. While some of these may not be bad, I am still under my own opinion to make sure everyone knows what they are getting into just in case. With that said, this post will have a few topics that can trigger some people, as minor as they are. So keep that in mind just in case.

Now then, what is a Shadow? A shadow is basically the suppressed self. These can be some dark thoughts, your fears. Basically, they are a part of yourself that you don't want to face. Maybe a truth you reject, a darknparts of yourself you despise, maybe even truama that is unresolved. There is a lot more to it than that, much of which, I am not smart enough to explain in an easy way to understand, but that is the basic idea of what shadows are in a nutshell.

The critter to be hit by our truama beam will be our favorite split dog, Dogday. A prisoner of fear. The wardens of which will be anyone and everyone he makes a connection with. His shadow body always gains a chain whenever he gets close to a person, always threatening to tear off the part that it is connected to his body. Now, his body is covered in the wounds cause by the chains pulled by those that hurt him before, who normal Dogday would call a friend, and bandages to help cover them up from the world to prevent it from seeing them all.

Next up on the choping block is our boy Kickin. Driven by the lost of his dear sister, his shadow is driven by a deep rage that refuses to end. Carrying a bag of souls that he wishes to end when given that chance to do such a thing. Always angry, always fighting, always hurting those that would hurt others. His soul demands payment for what they took from him.

Hoppy's drive to win is admirable, but her desire to win was also a short coming for her. Her tunic was almost a sickening yellow with a golden laurel wreath adorned on her head, all while scars of many an injury covered her body. Her calm mask hid her deep wrath whenever she gets a place unfit for royalty. She must obtain victory for people to stay. No one likes a failure after all.

Picky always gives, so she never has the urge to take. She fears how much she will take. Her shadow knows the fear the most. A painfully thin zombie compared to her healthy plump self, she offers parts of herself so others must not starve or suffer due to her selfishness.

Bubba sacrificed much to get to the position he was at. He sacrificed his integrity when he made that deal with the teacher, he sacrificed his old friends so he could concentrate on getting a good job, and he even turned his back on his parents wishes, purely because he knew what they wanted deep down. His life became mechanical, losing bits of his soul as he continued down this path. An unfeeling, logic based robot. That was what he was. His shadow proved such a thing. What was once human was now gone, for it would lead to the best future, or so he thought.

Catnap was evil. He knew that. Why he was, remained a mystery to him. He chooses to look away and instead goes to live a happy life, to pretend he didn't do anything wrong, but he was not a good cat. His shadow knew that. A blindfold over two very dark, very evil eyes, a blade always in hand to make him pay for the crime he has committed. If no one knows you did the crime, the only one to become judge, jury, and executioner will be what little good rests in your soul.

Bobby dreads the idea of being alone. She has done many things to get people to stay. Money, crime, even nearly hurt others, not that many people know that. Her soul was trapped in a show without an end, a puppet forced to dance and do what others demand. Strings holding her up always, despite her wanting to be free and do what she wants, she was forced to move the way others would be the most entertained by. A ballerina stuck in a dance of sorrow and pain, if only to insure another day with others around her.

Finally, there is Craftycorn. A great artist, and more than enough to prove that in many of her pieces... but what is it all for? When she was gone, what would these pictures mean? Her shadow's appearance says it all. In time, a statue would crack, and moss would eventually grow over it, parts now chipped away from time. A living statue slowly being destroyed over time, it's maker's name lost, and now without a legacy.

All these shadows torment and equally are tormented by their real-world counterparts. May it be because of lack of closure or their desire to overcome this issue of their's bug can't for some reason or another. In time, though, the shadows return to a much better form and heal with the normal versions of themselves.

[ladykissingfish]

Bro i got my teeth pulled today. Got me thinkin how each akatsuki would vibe out on nitrous gas. Any thoughts?

Wow this is a dangerous and hilarious situation to put the Akatsuki in.

Itachi and Konan: Will not stop giggling. Will seriously burst out laughing at anything, even shit that's downright stupid. Surprisingly this makes Itachi scary AF to the rest of the group because this guy never EVER smiles, let alone laughs like this. But with Konan, they think it's adorable. They'll all tell her countless jokes or make stupid faces or do tricks to get to hear her giggles and snorts and laughs.

Deidara and Hidan: Both of these fuckers are sweating like pigs and become increasingly paranoid. Tobi comes up behind Deidara to ask him something and Deidara nearly kamikazes his head clean off. Hidan is doing these intense internal (quickly becoming out-loud) monologues about Lord Jashin. "Man, what if my religion is fake? What if Kakuzu is right? HOLY SHIT WHAT IF KAKUZU IS JASHIN AND HE'S BEEN TESTING ME THIS WHOLE TIME?!" Both of them eventually dissolve into tears and have to be put to bed by their respective partners.

Zetsu and Sasori: Honestly, the gas doesn't effect them. Zetsu is essentially two beings living in one body, so while one deals with the possible effects of the gas, the other is completely normal, which balances them out. And Sasori is a damn puppet. His body is literally full to the brim with various poisons and toxins. Nitrous gas is about as dangerous to him as sunshine is to a flower.

Kisame: Doesn't effect him that much, but it gives him a really bad headache. Kisame's cure for headaches (and pretty much anything else) is to go for a long swim. Because of this, he loves to get procedures done that involve being put on the gas, because he knows that afterwards he'll have a solid excuse to indulge in his most favorite of hobbies.

Kakuzu: Finds it hard as hell to breathe. Can only take the gas in very small doses. Hidan likes when Kakuzu is off it it because it gives him an excuse to be his "savior". "Oi, old bastard, ya still can't breathe? Let me give ya some mouth to mouth" -- and a long make-out session ensues. Not that Kakuzu is complaining.

Nagato: You gotta be careful of anything you give this man. He's all skin and bones and any sort of chemical put into his body can have some pretty adverse affects. But surprisingly nitrous gas doesn't effect him in a nagative way. He coughs a bit at first, but when it subsides, he's ... calm. Peaceful. Can start thinking of the world in a more positive light. "Hmm, maybe it was wrong for me to recruit all these guys into this group for my own selfish desires. Maybe I should disband the Akatsuki and leave them all free to pursue what makes them happy. Maybe --" And then the gas wears off and he immediately shakes off his foolish thoughts.

Tobi/Obito: Mr Mask becomes Mr. Confessional. His mouth opens and words come pouring out. About his past in Konoha. His life with Minato and Kakashi and Rin. His time with Madara. The event(s) that led him to help Nagato form the Akatsuki. "I'm just ... I'm so sorry, you guys. I never wanted this. All I want is to have a nice little house on a riverbank, fish, and spend time with Deidara. Deidara, you're really handsome by the way. You should be my husband. You would look GREAT with the Uchiha fan on your back." If Nagato or Konan are around, they try to stop him. But it's really not necessary; the others don't believe a word of what "Tobi" is saying. They think he just can't handle the gas and is hallucinating some pretty bizarre shit.

[vocaloightmares]

Part 2 of the TW Lore--Season 1 and 2 (V1):

Wuh oh, revised/rewritten bits from Part 1:

• The Pavere Carnival was subject to violent backlash for inducing nightmares on both children and adults visiting the attraction. Karakumo, the original ringleader during this time, was the public’s punching bag and sought ways to alleviate the madness. She consulted with Milly Dilly about this and the two worked to avoid potential risks. It all went well until influencers rose in popularity across the world, causing a blow on the Pavere Carnival’s visitor rate. Such an event caused MD to take drastic measures in making her employees more scarier. However, several accidents involving the carnival’s attractions immediately closed the Pavere Carnival for good. Many of MD’s employees remain by her side by working outside of the attraction’s ruins but some, including Karakumo, left because they disagreed with their former boss’ actions.

The PC’s shutdown happened before Karakumo joined the Super Wings, but she was still training Rakumo because he actually wanted to work with her since the teen didn’t like Milly Dilly’s ways of running the carnival. Karakumo’s student heard about the shutdown on the news and Rakumo’s someone that enjoys anything weird.

• The conversation between Karakumo and Lance at Venice: the former (now) specifically told the latter to stop the PC’s current ways of scaring the world. Lance said he doesn’t know much about the Pavere Carnival’s inner workings but would look into it while he works for the Super Wings...and deal with Karakumo. But the mention of the delivery organization prompted the puppeteer to inquire about Lance’s workplace. He was hesitant to explain about the Super Wings to his adversary but, being the psyche analyst he is, a side of Lance is convincing him that Karakumo was being nice/genuine for once.

A few years later, Vicky was enthralled by a documentary about the disappearance of a Legendary Super Wing named Kid Wing on TV. One of the things she enjoyed is the LSW‘s fighting style and how it was applied to take down criminals, even the supernatural ones, across the world. Vicky enjoyed his arsenal of firework weapons and began mimicking Kid Wing’s fighting style. As a result, she became a self-taught fighter.

But what Vicky didn’t like was the LSW’s unexpected disappearance. It bewildered her: why would a powerful plane suddenly let the bad guys come out from their hiding spots? Who would take his place to stop them?

And thus, Vicky requested to her dad if the troupe and herself can become both crime fighters and troupers.

Which resulted in Lance spitting out his morning drink one day upon hearing the news: he was reluctant at first, but a sparkling touch of convincing and big fat puppy eyes made Lance surrender because how can a dashing father disappoint his rising star?

In fact, the international acclaim of his troupe, which is now named as Teen Troupe, can boost if they were to combat the elusive Pavere Carnies. So comes S1: monster of the week, domestic banter, idol showdowns, you name it.

.....Until we meet the ringleader of the Pavere Carnival in Slovakia who kickstarts the actual story of Teen Wing. Rakumo’s personality will then be further revealed in S2:

Teen Wing finds old news about the Pavere Carnival and how its ruins still stand today. Surprisingly, no sign of nature reclaiming is present: only fading paint indicates the grounds’ abandoned status.

She finds the Pavere Carnival’s ruins at an unspecified country a bit far from civilization. Perhaps it was located here to evoke their creepy feeling when the carnival was still operating.

But, Teen Wing finds a visitor roaming around the carnival’s grounds: a jet who introduced himself as Inei. He was a longtime regular of the Pavere Carnival and continues to visit after its closure. Moreover, the jet wanted to find any secrets the attraction stowed from public.

Inei’s also a really damn awesome graffiti artist. He’s vandalizing walls and repainting eroding carnival art.

(Important note: When you want to go urban exploring, bring someone with you like friends who provide assistance and fun. It’s way safer than going alone even though you think a particular abandoned place doesn’t look dangerous to you.)

So, Vicky and Inei introduced each other and the latter infodumps about the Pavere Carnival while the two jets walk around the ruins. At night, they fight as Teen Wing and Rakumo respectively and the two continue this routine until they take a really bad turn at World Spaceport.

The Super Wings fell victim to the ringleader’s puppetry and Teen Wing had to sneak around them, knowing the planes moved a foot like live mannequins every time she doesn’t turn back at the SWs. She had to find the power source in the ginormous World Spaceport to turn on the lights as fast as she can, but a big fight erupts between her and Rakumo revealing himself.

It was difficult for Teen Wing to avoid landing hard hits on the SW. Eventually, she managed to shatter Rakumo’s mask, revealing the same face back at the Pavere Carnival’s ruins: Inei.

Silent tension happened and TW’s anger was beginning to bubble up until, in a state of panic, Inei slashed the crimefighter across the face, partially damaging TW’s eyesight. Luckily, with the puppeteer fleeing the scene, the Super Wings woke up from their mannequin state and the lights turned back on. Noticing TW bleeding on the ground, the SW brought her to the medical wing quickly and patch her up.

From there, they would learn that TW is the alter ego of Vicky, a renewed Teen Trouper, but kept it a secret as the crimefighter's request. When Vicky woke up from her unconsciousness, she gave her organization's contact to the SWs to call. As a result, a distraught Lance burst into World Spaceport. He was about to fight the SWs with a glowing fencing sword buzzing with intense electricity, but Jerome, Sunny, and Sara convinced him otherwise altogether.

"Also. We're big fans of your troupe."

"Not right now, Sunny!"

Calm, Lance witnessed the SW making special glasses that can transform into Vicky’s signature Teen Wing mask. Vicky was happy about the advanced technology but is still reeling from Rakumo’s revelation.

Eventually, the crimefighter requested to have a break from work.

Luckily, one of the SWs recognized her costume being strikingly similar to a lost Legendary Super Wing. Vicky, and Lance following behind, was introduced to the Hall of Fame and learned more about Kid Wing than what the documentaries on television told her. There was also a plane whose name is unfamiliar to Vicky: Karakumo.

She wasn't a LSW, but often partnered up with Kid Wing, which hardened the frown on Lance's face.

Afterwards, he brought his daughter back to their home hangar and put her to bed. He kept a watchful eye on the assistant director, becoming even more protective than before that was extremely annoying to Vicky the next day.

But then again, she really needed physical comfort.

Meanwhile, fearing in the inside, Rakumo reported back to his boss about his failure in World Spaceport. But he was able to get vital intel about the Super Wings' connection to Teen Troupe. From there, the Pavere Carnival's operations will rack up.

At the end of the season, we would then get a name of the Pavere Carnival's big boss: Milly Dilly.

[cherry-froggie]

masterlist

series, single works, heacanons

series characters: childe, scaramouche/wanderer

— the forgotten puppet || scaramouche/wanderer x gn!reader (complete)

summary: Scaramouche's true nature as a puppet is discovered by Il Dottore and Sandrone, who then created their own, one capable of rivaling the power of a god, but you do not live up to their expectations. Scaramouche stays by your side, until one day he leaves and does not return, leaving you to wonder what happened.

     chp. 1 | chp. 2 | chp.3 | chp. 4

— the masked warrior || childe x f!reader ; ao3

summary: Having to live by draining other people’s blood to pay your debt was already a burden to your heart, but you let your mask fall in front of the ones that were hungry to know your identity and take advantage of it. Even worse, it was one of the most distinguished Fatui Harbingers, the Snezhnayan organization you owed and killed to pay the debt. With him appearing on your balcony to offer a big deal, your world shifted radically.

     chp. 1 | chp. 2 | chp. 3 | chp. 4

single works characters: ayato, kaeya, xiao

— lament || xiao x f!reader (angst)

summary: [Name] and Xiao become friends and eventually develop feelings for each other, but are hesitant to act on them. Xiao seeks counsel from a wise figure, Morax, who may not give the advice he expected.

— the captain's love || kaeya x gn!reader (fluff) (request)

summary: You received a note from Kaeya: "My love, I can't stop thinking about you. Can you come to my office? I need to see you." After your engagement, his affection for you had only grown. What could be different today?

— odyssey of a lonesome soul || kaeya x gn!reader (hurt/comfort) (request)

summary: As a child, you read stories of great adventurers and their loving families. As you grew older, you realized that your own family was not like these tales, and you set out on a journey to explore the world and escape your dreadful past. You ended up stranded in Teyvat, where you met diverse people who changed your perspective on life, including your friend and companion, Kaeya.

— eternal devotion || ayato x gn!reader (hurt/comfort) (request)

summary: Every year, since your disappearance, on your birthday, Ayato would leave his duties as the head of the Kamisato Clan to remember you for a day. So, when you finally reunite, will you still remember each other?

— flour and fun ! || kaveh x gn!reader (fluff) (writing event)

summary: A short and sweet baking session with Kaveh.

headcanons characters: ayato, thoma, wanderer, zhongli, xiao

— don't be jealous~ || wanderer, zhongli, xiao

summary — Headcanons for various Genshin characters' reactions to jealousy, and the need for you to reassure them of your love.

— will you be my valentine today?~ || xiao, zhongli, ayato, thoma

summary — Headcanons for how some Genshin characters will spend the special day with their loved one

[reasoningdaily]

Lynn Garrison

March 10, 2024

I have been involved in an ongoing effort to guide Haiti out of the chaotic train wreck that has followed the loss of my good friend, Jovenel Moise. Our team started meeting during 2022 and became finely focused when Prime Minister Henry created the HCT – Haut Conseil de Transition, headed by Mirlande Manigat. The three member group, was projected as the element that would see a new situation created, through which the Nation could move forward towards some sort of regeneration.

A new cabinet… elections … perhaps a rewrite of the Constitution.

HOPE…. !

I can never recall who the other two members were/are but they really didn’t matter. It was Madame Manigat’s presence that offered a vehicle for survival. And so, we started to pressure the Prime Minister in the hope that he and Madame Manigat would create a new cabinet and set a date for elections.

From time-to-time there seemed some hope, but PM Henry never took the necessary step to get out of our Nation-Threatening situation.   There was always delay.   He allowed us to continue the slide towards the Abyss. Some members of his team got funds from Finance Minister  Boisvert and passed the cash along to gangs in a criminal effort to maintain instability, an instability the benefitted their personal position.

(Today Finance Minister Boisvert wants to become PM so he can perfect his criminality)

Some of these people did what they could to impair  efforts of DGPNH Elbie to acquire munitions, and equipment, required to coordinate security.

PNH officers and ordinary citizens died, because of these actions. Haitian businesses suffered. Schools could not continue. Hospitals closed. 

The Nation was/is dying!

Throughout this fiasco, the American government, with their puppets in the OAS/CARICOM made inane statements that only solidified a paralysis. 

And then, the recent collapse of Prime Minister Henry’s situation offered a door to survival. In any normal world, the PM was toast and we could move forward. The United States Government should have made a specific, easily understood statement – to the effect – the PM Henry MUST RESIGN!!!!

We had been dealing with Madam Manigat for months and it was now time to finalize the situation, and have her lead Haiti out of this endless spiral toward death and disaster.

I believed that Manigat was ready and willing to take the lead, solidifying the legacy of her and my friend President Leslie Manigat. 

I drafted a  simple statement  that would point the way. It is attached at the bottom of this note and it gave the International Community more than they expected. For example, it declared the commitment to hold elections in November 2024. This is possible if everyone focuses on the challenge. The suggested delay, until August 2025 is pointless. Somewhere, along the line, a few people could create a violent situation and delay the process.

We can have elections in 2024 just as efficiently as 2025 if the International Community supports us with the elements required.

We have the determination.

Even as Madame Manigat was poised to issue the statement, American Secretary of State  Antony Blinken blinked. He, and others, obfuscated in the support or lack of support for PM Henry. CARICOM zoomed through the sky.

And so, yesterday , I travelled to meet with Madame Manigat, with nine members of our team. She graciously received us at her residence. Our journey took us through several gang leader’s territories, where our transit was supported by the gangs.

Strangely, many of the gangs are really willing to  disband, if we could find a solution.

In any event, it was soon apparent that Manigat saw the confused, foggy, befuddled, misdirected, uninformed, ignorant and dangerous position of our supposed allies as to be a poor basis upon which to risk whatever legacy she might possess.

And so, Mirlande Manigat declined the opportunity to play Russian Roulette with her image.

Our team traversed a major gang area, personally led by the father of the key gang leader – to guarantee our security.

That is Haiti on a personal level! Always has been.

I don’t know where we go from here. People look to me, for my input, because I have been exposed to Haiti for something over 44 years. My understanding of the situation, and the one hundred percent ability of the Americans, to make the wrong decision, when it comes to Haiti, leaves me without much optimism.

In 1994 I personally coordinated the American plan that saw Aristide’s return, predicated upon a reequipped and trained FadH to act as a countervailing force to Aristide’s predicted grab for dictatorial power.

The Americans expected elections to be held in December,  1994 and Aristide would be eliminated.

Aristide, the guy who got 67% of the monstrous 337,000 ballots cast in 1990 – out of a voted base of 3,500,000 –  was returned, on the bayonets of 23,000 American soldiers in October, 1994.

November 18, 1994 Aristide disbanded the FadH, delayed elections and then cruised on to take dictatorial power, as predicted in the first place.

Then American propaganda created a terrible reputation, for the FadH and blocked any possibility of this Nation Saving Force to play a real part in our survival.

THERE MUST BE A LESSON HERE.

TODAY, THE NATION IS DYING. TOMORROW, IT’S PULSE WILL BE LESS. HOW LONG UNTIL THIS FLAT-LINES?

HERE IS THE DRAFT STATEMENT I PREPARED FOR MANIGAT’S CONSIDERATION:

I agreed to serve on the HCT, in the belief that Prime Minister Henry was honestly committed to initiating steps to bring Haiti out of the crisis that has effectively paralyzed the Nation since President Jovenel Moise’s assassination. Instead, we have been faced with delay, obfuscation and misdirection that leads nowhere.

We are wasting the valuable time of our 13, 000,000 citizens who deserve better.

Prime Minister Henry’s decision to bring foreign nations into Haiti appears, to many,  a simple tool to guarantee his continued, ineffective, unconstitutional hold on power. The Kenyan police, and 2000 soldiers from Benin, would be an adequate force to maintain him in power forever..

The Prime Minister’s promise of elections, during August of 2025, is no promise at all. The Nation could invest time and money in preparing for the vote, only to be disrupted by a few, within the Prime Minister’s office, who could initiate some acts of violence, justifying delays on towards Infinity.

It is my belief that elections could be held during the fall of 2024, just as efficiently, or  inefficiently, as those proposed for 2025. We should just declare a date, and work towards it.

We can do this.

I propose taking the authority given to me, but never exercised, to head a new government, creating a fresh cabinet whose members owe no specific loyalty to any political party or individual, as has been the past practice.

I would hope that all elements see the wisdom in this simple, straightforward approach to solving our challenging situation.

My solution will take major steps towards providing Haiti, and its citizens with the one building block required for any possibity to survive.

SEKIRITE.

Without SEKIRITE we can have nothing 

Our society is disintegrating with each passing day as gangs challenge us throughout the countryside. The foreigners look for complex solutions when the formula for Haiti’s salvation is one the world can understnd…  We must find a simple and direct solution to the Nation’s challenges;

ONLY ONE THING CAN SAVE Haiti –  the gift of SEKIRITE

Haiti cannot have anything without SEKIRITE

There is no transporation without SEKIRITE

There is no school without SEKIRITE

There is no Investment without SEKIRITE

There are no tourists without SEKIRITE

There can be no health services without SEKIRITE

There can be no business without SEKIRITE

There can be no HOPE without SEKIRITE

All Haitians must join our journey along the troubled path toward our Nation’s future –the vehicle is SEKIRITE.

JOIN ME NOW!

SEKIRITE POUR TOUS!!

________________________________________________

COMMENT: HAITIAN TRUTH.ORG

We have accepted this article from Lynn Garrison, for publication, because of his long-term involvement with Haiti – at all levels. He first visited Haiti, in 1980, with Burt Lancaster, to capture Voodoo’s secrets for an American TV series.    

From 1980 – 1991 he spent about one-third of his time in Haiti, generating a network of contacts.

When it looked like Diplomatic relations would be severed, in 1991, he was placed inside Grande Quartier Generale as the American embassy link with the Cedras team. Garrison remained there, from August 1991, through September 1994 when he escaped Aristide’s team and flew back to Florida.

Lynn Garrison returned to Haiti in 2004, with Aristide’s departure, and has functioned there since then.

He wrote VOODOO POLITICS- The Clinton/Gore Destruction of Haiti and ARISTIDE – The Death of a Nation. These covered his 1991 – 1994 experiences.

Garrison remains firmly committed to the fight for Haiti’s right to control its own affairs in today’s confused world.

[blissfulstarsfics]

Black and White Chapter 8

Read on AO3

Chapter Rating: M

Pairing: A!A X Female Tav (Non-abusive fic.)

Summary: Astarion starts the week with his palace being broken into by his protégé. Tav is out gathering information on his rivals, which makes him greatly uneased.

Firstday always brings about the terrible return to reality. Work was, as ever, a necessary evil Astarion had to do in order to maintain the lifestyle he had grown accustomed to. Cazador may have left him a sizable fortune, but money was finite whereas the vampire was not. It wasn’t all bad, though. Some of it was quite fun, actually, such as blackmailing key figures in the Counting House or foiling a merchant’s business venture just because he felt like it.

Click!

Had anyone else been sitting at the desk, the sound would be imperceptible. Two feet landed on the floor, not as quiet as he would have liked. Astarion reclined in his chair, listening to the muffled footsteps approach. A small hand snaked its way into his pocket, reaching for his gold.

“You’re improving, Mol.” The young tiefling shot straight up in disbelief. Sometime after the Absolute’s defeat, Astarion briefly reunited with Mol in Nine-Fingers Keene’s Guildhall. She was growing dissatisfied with her position within the guild, due to the adults refusing to take a child seriously.

Their loss would be Astarion’s gain. Over the course of his travels from the nautiloid to Baldur’s Gate, Mol had proven herself time and time again to not only be efficient, but loyal. The group of children refugees she led had her total devotion. The vampire remembered fondly how she stole wine at their victory celebration, only to later sell it for quite the high price.

“How?”  Mol stomped her foot, “I’ve been planning that for a week! I scoped every inch of this place, learned the movements of your people, practiced with the picks, and still got caught.” Astarion listened intently, eventually motioning for her to sit across from him. He leaned forward and rested his chin on folded hands.

“Did you practice your stealth?” He raised his eyebrows, knowing the answer when Mol slumped in the chair. “You may as well have been a bulette when you came through the window. Contract your muscles before you land. Remember to touch your toes down first.” 

Mol stood on the chair, jumping down to perfect her technique. “Oh yeah, I heard the guildies talking about some contraband a big house is bringing in,” another climb up, “Some lady named Jannath is near bankrupt and bringing in traveler’s dust with some mining shipments. It sounds like a big deal.” Another jump. “Nine-fingers wants the stuff out of the city.”

Oh, this was interesting! Astarion remembered how Tav had helped save Lady Jannath’s penniless artist fiance. At the time he was wholly against wasting time on the two of them, but this turn of events made him grateful they did. While the vampire didn’t care one way or the other about the drug being in the city, the leverage he could gain over one of the greater houses was invaluable.

Astarion proudly beamed at Mol. He could see why Raphael was eager to become her patron. At such a tender age she had already mastered the art of blending in unseen. The window lock proved to be no trouble for her too. Indeed, she was shaping up to be a prodigy of criminal mischief.

He didn’t yet know what her final fate would be. Making her a spawn would give him a permanent puppet to run the Guild, but the girl was incredibly ambitious and may try to overthrow him. Leaving her a mortal thrall ran the risk of her losing some of her wits. Both options would be a gamble, it was a matter of which would be the safest bet in the long term. Nevertheless, today she did her job and did it well. 

“That’s enough for now.” Astarion reached into his pocket and flicked a gold coin to the girl. 

“Hehehe, thanks!” Mol deftly caught the coin. Light flickered off its luster as she slid the coin down her fingers. A prodigy indeed. The girl dashed to the window and had one foot on the sill when Astarion stopped her.

“Ah ah ah, manners my dear!” Young she may be, that didn’t excuse breaches of social practices. Mol gave a huff and a bow. Not the obeisance he preferred, however he would let it slide. Children do like to test boundaries. “Very good, my dear. Now have fun today.” Flashing a smile, she hastily exited the way she came in.

The clock chimed three times. Astarion could scarcely believe it was already that late. He determined that a short break was in order. Grabbing a bottle of a locally sourced red vintage, he thought to join Tav in the courtyard. It was around this time that she would train with her swords. He would have a light snack, she would maintain her technique, and he would admire her sweat covered body. Should that admiration lead to other things, so be it.

Upon his arrival, he was disconcerted to find the enclosure empty. No matter, she must be in her room. He knocked on her door. Nothing. Astarion didn’t appreciate not knowing where she was. Stomping through the mansion, he burst into the spawns’ quarters. There Tibbi was, soundly resting in her tiny bunk. 

“Where is your mistress?” The master vampire roughly shook her awake. The maid jumped out of the bed, cowering on her hands and knees.

“She had an appointment with Lady Foxworth today, master! She told me to take the day off.” Tibbi looked like a scared pup, trembling and whimpering. He had forgotten about Analee’s little offer in the park. This wasn’t good. Panicked, Astarion knelt in front of her as she mewled. She recoiled when she felt a hand settle under her chin. 

“And when will she be back?” He yanked her head up, allowing her to see the soft, horrifying red glow in his eyes. Snapping her eyes shut, she held up four fingers.

“My lady will return shortly before four o’clock,” she choked out between sobs. Astarion was about to leave the wretch to her blubbering, when he stopped. Thinking of Tav's words regarding the maid, he saw that she was correct. Tibbi was a mess of nervousness.

“Calm down,” he commanded. Fright melted and limbs steadied. While he did like to strike a certain amount of dread into his spawn, Tav had grown fond of her little maid. He knew if she found out that he made her attendant wet herself groveling, it would stir up unnecessary arguing. Best to avoid that. One day his happiness would be bound to hers, he may as well start compromising now. 

One hour. He could wait one hour for her to return.

~~~~~

Earlier that day.

The Foxworth estate was smaller in size than the Crimson Palace, which was unsurprising to Tav. What was surprising was how opulent the interior was. The manor’s inhabitants were minor nobles, but the way it was decorated suggested wealth on par with families like Belt or Portyr. It was becoming clear to her why Astarion became interested in a seemingly insignificant house. 

The ladies had tea in the drawing room. The walls were littered with embroideries similarly detailed to the one Tav had been shown a few days prior. Analee took as much pride in her craft as Tav did in hers. They sipped on an expensive imported tea while they chatted the afternoon away. So far, the only new thing learned was that the matron of the house was exceptionally lonely. She went on and on as if she had no other friend who would give her the time of day.

Something was off about the house, though. The minute she was inside, she felt something infernal happening within the walls. Tav’s attention became divided between reaping information from the exchange and figuring out what hellish forces were at work here.

Another distraction came in the form of a lush garden, viewable from the room’s tall windows, boasting plants not native to the sword coast. The moss covered rocks and trees littering the ground gave the enclosure a forested feel not seen in the city. Analee couldn’t help noticing Tav’s admiration. 

“Shall we migrate? The foliage is even better looking up close.” She struggled getting up. Her breathing was worsening, now sounding wet and phlegmy. Tav took hold of her arm, helping her to her feet. 

“Are you all right?” Tav gently rubbed her back. Without warning, the door had been burst open by an energetic boy. He leaped over the couch to encase his mother in a bear hug.

“Mom! Mom! Mom! Guess what!” The boy jumped up and down, barely containing his excitement. Analee stifled her coughs well enough to converse with her son. 

“Yes, my heart?” 

“My team won the kickball game!” Young Carlo had expected to be showered in praise, however he instead received a scowl. 

“Playing games when you should be studying?” The boy hung his head, but his mother wasn’t finished, “Your tutor is testing your mathematics in three days and you’re playing kickball? Son, you leave for boarding school next month. You need to be ready!” Analee pointed in the general direction of his room, silently ordering him to march back upstairs. Hands on hips, she shook her head, “This is what I get for being too lackadaisical. I let him rule the roost for years and now he’s failing in his basic subjects. It’s such a terrible burden for one so young, but I won’t be around forever and he’s my only child. My lumber business will fall to him. He needs to be ready for that when the time comes.”

Bells started ringing in Tav’s head.

“Your business?” She asked. Quickly, a plot formed in her head. One she aimed to set into motion that very afternoon. If all went well, her lord would surely be pleased.

~~~~~

Tick tick tick tick.

Four o’clock. She was to be back at four o’clock. It was now six o’clock. Where was she? Astarion paced the mansion’s halls, fidgeting and mumbling to himself. Going through his head were all the horrible ways she could be hexed, cursed, or worse. He saw a dark figure briefly flit by in the window, but when he looked onto the dusky hued streets it was only a hooded footman. 

Tick tick tick tick.

Unable to contain his fury, he picked up the damned, ticking clock and smashed it against the wall. Gears and springs flew in every direction as thralls and spawn alike ducked, squealing in terror. One of the wooden shards managed to lodge itself into the legs of one of the housemaids carrying coal to the parlor. Now, on top of the disquietude, he had to deal with his hardwood floors being singed.

“Well?” He mockingly addressed the rest of them, “Are we going to let our home burn or are we going to clean this up?” Scurrying to their feet, they managed to get rid of the smoldering embers before they could cause lasting damage. As for the maid? You know what? Fuck her. She shouldn’t have been there anyway. Astarion could see his spawn salivating at the crimson oozing from her well defined calf. 

“Take her underground. Dispose of her when you’re done.” A few sets of chilly hands carried the bewildered girl off to her grizzly fate. 

He sharply spun around when heard the doorknob twist behind him. To his relief, Tav walked in. Finally, she was home. She was where he could keep her safe.

“Where in the hells have you been?” He shouted, patting down her body, jerking her limbs about, “Are you alright? Did you run into that bastard’s warlock?” Tav looked over his shoulder at the damaged state of the foyer. Eyes wide and mouth agape, she peered over the scattered cogs, the lightly scorched floor, and…

“Astarion?!?” Why is there a massive hole in the wall?!?” One hand pointed to the crumbling plaster, the other to the bloodstain and soot, “What happened here?” 

“Answer me! Are. You. Alright?” His mind was one-track at this point.

“Yes, I’m fine. Now answer me,” she mimicked him, “What. Happened. Here?” Heat surged through his core, unappreciative of the imitation. He pointed a quaking finger, teeth snarled.

“Perhaps if you came home when you told Tibbi you were coming home, this wouldn’t have happened.” 

“Are you blaming this on me?” She scoffed, “You ungrateful prick. And after everything I set up for you today.” Tav examined the back of her hand, her mannerisms indicating that she had something to share. A secret she was now refusing to hand over. Rather, she smiled insolently as she walked upstairs.

The ascendant felt like he’d been slapped in the face. Did she really just walk away like that? Fuming, he ran up the stairs and slammed the door shut behind him. The impact of the mahogany pounding against the frame set Tav’s instincts into motion. Immediately, she took a defensive stance, one hand reaching for her swords. 

How insulting. No, not just insulting. Hurtful. 

“Do you really think I would harm you?” 

“You’re scaring me, Astarion.” No more bravado. The ascendant stood at his full height, nose in the air. He took her chin in his forefinger and thumb, taking care to not be rough. 

“You had me scared all afternoon, I suppose that makes us even. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you today? My spawn had reported that the place is teeming with infernal magic and now we know it’s from that woman, whatever her name was,” he waved his hand, “In any case, she’s a warlock. You are never returning there, am I clear?”

Tav swatted his hand away, “Who are you to tell me where I can and cannot go? Also, you knew about a warlock and failed to tell me? And,” she interrupted herself laughing, “after eight months in the hells, you thought I would be so weak and powerless against someone like her? A basic warlock with her basic infernal arts. You of all people should know better.”

That, he couldn’t deny. But, neither could he deny how he felt. For two centuries he knew nothing except pain, humiliation, fear, hunger, and subservience. Why did no one understand that all he wanted was to keep safe the one good thing that came into his anguished existence? The one person who understood him, who didn’t judge him, who cared for him? The one who rescued him from that misery by helping him ascend? The one person he loved.  

“Anyway,” she cleared her throat, “I’ve enacted a plan that will take about a decade to come to fruition. Long story short, Analee Foxworth is dying. Her husband is having his warlock mistress use her powers to imitate an illness of the lungs, so he can take over her fortunes. Or he would have if I hadn’t used my charismatic charms to convince her to have her lawyer draw up a last will and testament that left all her money in a trust for her son.”

He cocked his head, “Her fortunes?” 

“Yes. His lordship entered the marriage after his house fell to ruin. It’s her ladyship that holds the purse.”

 Astarion blinked rapidly, taking the whole thing in. This whole time it was her who held the money? He hadn’t been able to learn the lord’s source of vast wealth, now it made sense.  Inwardly, he chastised himself for overlooking something so blatant. 

“And he won’t see a copper of it when she dies?” Oh, this was delicious.

“I was able to convince her that he didn’t deserve it. After years of maltreatment, why should he live the good life off her hard work?” 

“Without her money to play with, the lower city will be mine.” He could see it now, his vast network spreading into every corner of Baldur’s Gate. More and more would soon be answering to him.

“His lordship will be given a livable stipend of course, mhm,” her face morphed into something diabolic, “However, there is the matter of her son. This is where the plan gets tricky. We will need to use some discretion, some finesse. I was able to persuade her to leave guardianship of her dear little one to her newest best friend, should tragedy strike and he became orphaned.” 

Astarion threw his hands up in protest, “Hold on, I’m not playing house with some random child!”

“Even if it meant controlling the city’s entire lumber industry?” Tav crossed her arms smugly.

“What?” It took him a few seconds to process what he’d heard.

“Oh yes. All of it. Think about it. His mother dies, we kill his father, and all that is ours. What’s more, the boy is work shy. I’ll foster that mentality, ensuring he won’t want his destined burden, then we do him the ultimate favor of letting him sell that pesky old family firm to us for a sum generous enough to let him gallivant across Faerun worry free.”

“Darling, that is pure evil. Manipulating a child!” Astarion wasn’t sure if he should be happily surprised or slightly disgusted. Never would he admit it, but he had a soft spot for children.

“I promised Analee I would look after the health and happiness of her son and ensure her family’s legacy never died out. I never specified how. What’s more, the boy won’t suffer. Quite the opposite,” Tav looked into the distance, dreamy eyed, her smile widening, “Ah, I think when all is said and done, we should celebrate by burning down the docks and charging double for repair materials.” 

Well, the day was certainly coming to a magnificent close. First, the information on Lady Jannath, now the plot for controlling essential resources. And this was only the beginning. Tav beamed proudly, as she should. What she had accomplished in this one afternoon pushed them forward to his goals much faster than originally planned. Yet, he still would have preferred she not do it.

“While I do appreciate your efforts, and believe me I do, don’t ever do this again, darling.” Astarion cupped her face in his hands, “Even if it sets us back centuries, don’t place yourself in harm's way. If you detect danger, leave. Find me. I can replenish my wealth, rebuild the palace, construct a new web, but I cannot replace you. ” 

A single tear fell into the crease between his hand and her cheek. “Do you really mean that, my lord?” 

Silly girl. He wiped the saline liquid away and took her hand. Astarion guided her through the palace to the balcony which overlooked Baldur’s Gate. The full moon casted a silvery glow on the rooftops, contrasting with the golden hearth light coming from the homes of the lower city.

“Do you see all this?” He stretched his hand over the expanse, “My sole endeavor is to make this city ours. ” He took care to emphasize “ours.” Let there be no mistaking his intentions. Tav was, at first, bewildered at the revelation, but he could see that she was quickly warming to the idea. As she gazed upon the city below, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her back into his chest. 

“Ours, forever, my love,” he whispered into her ear. Tav’s body stiffened.

“Forever. As your spawn?” She turned her head sharply.

“You wouldn’t just be some spawn - you’re far more than that to me. My dark consort. My right hand. My most beloved spawn.” Sincere as his words were, Tav still wasn’t convinced.

“A beloved slave is still a slave.” She knew full well what it meant to be a vampire’s spawn. To submit to him meant he would have control over her, that he would effectively own her as Cazador once did with him. 

“Don’t be like that, darling. If I had wanted to enslave you, I would have done so by now. Heh, I’ve had plenty of opportunities. No, this will be your choice. When you are ready to accept this immortal gift, all you need to do is ask.” He released his hold on her and went back inside the palace. The proposal was made, now all that remained was to see when his beloved would accept. Yes, when and not if. Who would refuse eternity with the vampire ascendant?

[hollowsart]

that scarface and ventriloquist post was lovely, i've been shipping them for ages and i've never seen any art of them as a couple. i love your art and i wanted you to know that you just made someone very happy today <3

Lol thank you, and you're welcome!

It's probably due to the fact most, if not all, people perceive Scarface as a real dummy that is either possessed/cursed or is literally subconsciously through a DID sort of deal being puppeteered entirely by Arnold Wesker himself as a means to deal with his past and his past traumas from a young age that caused the whole Ventriloquist thing from the start. More often than not people tend to stick closer to the actual canon of the characters, be it from the comics and/or cartoon media, but.. as for me? I like to mix and match and add in my own headcanons. Twisting the characters into something fresh and new! It's a lot of fun to get extra creative!

Meanwhile, with my Scarface, however: Scarface isn't possessed. He isn't a part of Arnold either. My Scarface is his own entity. he is just a living doll, but with minimal movement. When he isn't being held by someone-- Specifically Arnold, his voice comes out disembodied. If he IS being held (again, specifically by Arnold), then his voice sounds like it is coming out of the body instead of from thin air within the general vicinity of the body. (this leads to some really funny situations lol)

So.. He really is his entirely separate being and character as a whole. Arnold just happened to find him, take him in, become his handler. Thinking that he was just another dummy.. only instead to find that Scarface was a sentient being. Fixing him up.. I like the idea Scarface was found in somewhat disrepair and Arnold did some repairs to him without knowing that Scarface was sentient. Taking delicate care with repairs. The idea that Arnold tended to dolls for a time to help with his mental/emotional health is a good one.

Arnold and Scarface grew close together over time, Arnold taking very good care of Scarface. Helping to dress him and move him around since he can't exactly do much on his own besides move his head, jaw, and limbs one by one, focusing his energy on them to actually move. It's a very interesting case for my Scarface! It's fun to play with.

I would also like to give credit to @bunny-j3st3r who helped to develop and come up with the ideas and concept alongside me when we were discussing reworking some of the Batman rogues gallery. Arnold & Scarface is a favorite of ours :D

Arnold may be meek in nature, but he would not hesitate to fight back for Scarface's sake if anything happened to him. He grew too close and too fond of the little ventriloquist dummy, to not be close or know he's safe makes him like a ticking time bomb of exploding.