#They like to pretend they're scary and hiss at you

[daemonicbunnie]

I kinda keep forgetting tumblr is a thing tbh

[pretty-little-mind33]

Pietro Maxmioff x fem!reader

Summary: You don't want to share a bed with Pietro. He wants nothing more than to share one with you.

Prompt: one bed - "Don't bite your lip, bite mine."

Warnings: again, I use Czech as 'Sokovian', swearing, flirty!pietro, anxious!reader

PIETRO MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST

BLURB MASTERLIST

"Which asshole gave Pietro and me a room with only one bed!" you hiss, standing in the small living corner that is in the hotel, your arms crossed.

Steve and Tony glance up from their m friendly game of pool while Natasha smirks from where she is on the couch. Wanda, who is watching Steve and Tony's game, laughs and you snap your head around to glare at her. 

"What's so funny? Can't I switch with you? He's your brother!"

Wanda shakes her head, still smiling. "Rooms are rooms."

You huff. You're not stupid. Everyone on the team thinks you and Pietro have some romantic thing going on, which means they'd most likely done this on purpose.

"Well, fuck you all," you say and storm back into the elevator, angrily making your way up to your hotel room again. 

You open the door and almost slam into Pietro, who is walking out of the bathroom, with only a towel loosely hung around his hips.

He curses in Sokovian as his eyes widen. "Miláček (Sweetheart)," he says, finally registering it's only you, and that familiar annoying play-boy smirk curls his lips. 

"I leave you alone for barely five minutes and you've already finished your shower?" you ask in disbelief, ignoring how water still drips down his torso and over his toned abs.

Pietro makes it so damn hard to be mad at him when he looks this good. 

"I'm quick," he shrugs and walks by you, ruffling your hair with a grin. He turns and walks into the main room, calling out behind him, "Plus, now you have more time to shower yourself. You're welcome, Princezna (Princess)."

You roll your eyes and storm into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you as you pretend you're not completely flustered by him or his pet names. 

Once you've finished your shower, you leave the bathroom dressed in your pajamas. Your hair is dried and brushed and your skin smells like the vanilla body wash you'd used.

Pietro is lying on the right side of the bed, his arms folded behind his head as he watches a comedy movie and chuckles along. 

He perks up when he sees you and smiles. "Hey, drahoušek (darling)," he says, his voice hoarse and raspy. 

"That's three," you hum and walk over cautiously, sitting on the other end of the queen-sized bed, staring at Pietro like he's some scary unknown. "You have any more cheesy pet names I can't understand up your sleeve, Maximoff?" 

Pietro chuckles, very amused. "How do you know they're cheesy if you can't understand them, moje srdce (my heart)."

You narrow your eyes at him defiantly. "I just know," you say. "I know you."

Pietro hums and looks at you, his silver hair falling over his icy blue eyes for a moment. "Wanna finish the movie?" he asks. 

You shake your head and climb under the blanket. You hear Pietro's laugh and then he turns off the T.V. He speeds up to turn off the lights, tucking himself into the bed next to you in a blur. His body feels so warm, so close, and your head spins as you try to stay as far away from him as possible. You hate these feelings. You hate them more than anything. 

"Princezna (Princess)?"

You tense. 

"Y-yeah?"

You hear the shifting of sheets and then he's even closer, his hand coming up from behind to brush some strands of your hair as his fingertips then linger on your cheek. "Look at me, will you?" he asks seriously. 

You hesitate, not wanting to turn around. Pietro hums again and whispers something in Sokovian in your ear. His breath is warm on your skin and as if in a trance, you turn around. Your noses almost touch, causing your eyes to widen. The curtains aren't drawn closed so you can see him easily in the moonlight. 

He's gorgeous. 

You bite your lip, the action almost uncontrollable. 

Pietro's gaze hardens and without much thinking, he leans in and takes your chin in his hand, kissing your lips. In the process, he opens your mouth to disconnect your teeth from your lips as he deepens the kiss. As startled as you are, you kiss him back and pull him closer to you. No lips have ever felt softer than his.

Pietro pulls away after a moment and grins. "Don't bite your lip, next time drahoušek (darling), bite mine." 

His words cause you to halt, your body feeling weak as you look at him with wide eyes and a shiver runs through you when his thumb traces your lips.

You find yourself nodding, your shyness appearing as you realize Pietro fucking Maxmioff had just kissed you—while in the same bed—you know have to share.

Pietro is looking at you like he adores you, his eyes tracing every blemish and insecurity on your face with a look that makes your heart flutter.

"I like you," he tells you. "A lot." 

Your mind is unable to conjure up any coherent words but it's screaming at you to return the feelings. 

"You don't need to tell me now, Princezna (Princess)," he whispers and kisses your forehead. "Miluji tě (I love you)," he adds, knowing you can't understand him. His arm wraps around you and you let him, nuzzling into him. His chest fills with pride.

Your mind has only calmed down a little, or calmed down enough, that the one thing you can think is thank god for the team and their weird sense of intuition. 

tags: @tansgirlfriend, @princesssunderworld, @lqrlei, @brokeaesthetic, @sayitlikethecheese

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

I remember reading someone say that they hope Seviathan ISN’T a jerk and if/when he comes to the hotel, he actually wants to help Charlie in her mission of redemption…then ends up with a crush on Vaggie, lol.

Mate, how funny would that be? 😂😂😂 You’re here to genuinely help your ex, then end up falling for her girlfriend. While it isn’t socially acceptable or appropriate, I think it’s cute. I guess Vags has that sort of affect on people.

oh man, if we go the absolute CHAD route for Sevi WHILE imagining him getting a crush on Vaggie... like, dude meets scary lady, doesn't notice how scary his EX gets over him staring at HER girlfriend, and maybe it's time for Sev to have some personal epiphanies?

Seviathan: "Knock knock? Yo Charles-a-lot! This really your hotel?"

Angel Dust: "Oh heyyy, look what the undead boy band dragged in..."

Husk: (snorts)

Charlie: "Sev? SEV! Holy shit what are you doing here!?"

Angel Dust: "Wait a sec, Sev? As in-"

Husk: "Oh shit."

Angel Dust: "Ex boyfriend on the hotel premises oh this is gonna get INTERESTIN'. Bet on how quick he gets maimed?"

Husk: "Fuck no. She'd kill us too."

Angel Dust: "Sigh... S'pose so. Spoil sport spear bitch..."

Seviathan: "I heard about your thing! Figured you could use a hand with the whole... uh... Sinner pet project obsession."

Charlie: "But Isn't there a game on right now-"

Seviathan: "Nah, everything's blocked out by replays of your little slap fight with heaven. Which I totally could've helped with too, if you'd given me a heads up first."

Charlie: "I did call? I said goodbye in case I died and-"

Seviathan: "Didn't hear it. You know I don't check voice mail. Everyone's always blowing up my inbox trying to to hit me up."

Angel Dust: "Oh my fucking gay."

Husk: "Would you hit that?"

Angel Dust: "If I did ya'd have to shoot me afterwards."

Seviathan: "Anyway, that's how I found out you'd actually went ahead and tried this thing out for real! And made a real mess of it. You totally cut off the final quarter of the best game of the year with all that live coverage."

Charlie: "Sorry, sorry- we REALLY didn't have say in the timing on that-"

Husk: "No shit."

Seviathan: "Eh. The team's played like shit anyway ever since I left."

Charlie: "Didn't you get kicked off for hogging the ball-"

Angel Dust: "Shocker."

Husk: "Never would have fucking guessed."

Seviathan: "Not dropping the ball isn't the same as hogging it and I never drop the ball on anything. You sure have though!"

Charlie: "I have? Where? Or er with what??"

Seviathan: "This hotel lobby for a start. Where's the billiards table!"

Charlie: "Ohhh. We don't have one."

Seviathan: "Why the hell not???"

Charlie: "No one's asked?"

Seviathan: "Well what the fuck does everyone here DO all day long? You've got actual people staying here, right? You're not still playing pretend hostess to stuffed animals and stuff?"

Angel Dust: "I kinda hope Vaggisaurus kills him."

Husk: "Don't get your hopes up. You know she's whipped and Charlie's a fucking sweetheart."

Angel Dust: "A bestie can dream..."

Charlie: "No I am NOT playing pretend hostess, thanks for mentioning it by the way, in public, in front of my friends- and yes we DO have guests at the hotel! Some of them here of their own free will even!"

Husk: "Not it."

Angel Dust: "Bullshit."

Charlie: "They have lots of fun activity time too! Even when we're not doing talk circles!"

Seviathan: "Uh huh."

Charlie: "Yes! Mostly we all like watching TV- well almost all of us- or listening to the radio to pass the time, or hanging out chatting, or reading-"

Seviathan: "So they're pussies."

Husk: "Hey."

Angel Dust: "Down, pussycat~"

Husk: (HISS)

Charlie: "They are NOT-"

Angel Dust: "Speakin' of pussy...."

Seviathan: "Yeah we're talking about you, what about it? Anyway."

Seviathan: (puts hand on charlie's arm)

Angel Dust: "Here it comes-"

Seviathan: "I've been thinking about us lately, and-" (spear thuds next to his head) "-SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT?!?!"

Husk: "Damn. She missed."

Angel Dust: "Just an openin' shot, Mr. Whiskers." (rubs all four hands together) "Oh this is gonna be goooood~"

Charlie: "Vaggie!" (BEAMING) "I thought we talked about this?"

Vaggie: (swoops down) "He's not a gust yet, babe, so I can greet him spear first if I want to."

Charlie: "Sev's my ex boyfriend though!"

Vaggie: "I know."

Vaggie: (yanks spear out of wall and holds it under his throat) "What the fuck are you doing here."

Seviathan: "I, uhh- is, is that angelic steel..?"

Charlie: (laughing) "Vaggieeee. You're scaring him~"

Angel Dust: "An' turnin' her on."

Husk: (elbows him)

Vaggie: "We said hotel security would be my thing until the threat of random asshole angel attacks went down, remember hun? This is my day job."

Charlie: "I never said I was complaining! Juuuust commentating!"

Vaggie: "Alright then."

Vaggie: (backs Seviathan against wall with her spear)

Vaggie: "Talk. Now."

Seviathan: (swallows hard) "I'm swinging by to help Charlie with the hotel thing-"

Vaggie: "Why."

Seviathan: "She used to be my girl, a guy's got a responsibility-"

Vaggie: "Did she ask you to."

Seviathan: "No? She, she doesn't have to-"

Vaggie: "Did you ask her if you could help."

Seviathan: "It's no trouble, I don't mind a little extra work-"

Vaggie: "Are you here to ask for a room in our hotel."

Seviathan: "In this place? Fuck no, you should see the digs I have, I've got a-"

Vaggie: "So you're trespassing."

Angel Dust: "Ohhh!"

Seviathan: "I'm wha-"

Husk: "Fucking screwed."

Vaggie: "You came here just to swan all over her hard work and stroke your own ego, is what I'm hearing."

Seviathan: "Hey girl, I'm here to he-ULP-!"

Vaggie: "Shut up." (over shoulder) "Charlie?"

Charlie: "Mm....wellllll... Since he's already here, as long he really does help, I'm fine with it. He's harmless. He'd just... um..."

Husk: "A fuckhead."

Angel Dust: "Don't take my fav word in vain, baby."

Charlie: "He's my ex for a reason."

Husk: "Fuck you."

Angel Dust: "Much better."

Vaggie: "He's your ex for an annoying reason, or for being an actual jerk who's earned getting kicked out on his ass for once in his life kinda reason, sweetie?"

Nifty: (popping up from floorboards) "Is he a BAAAAD BOYYYY~?"

Seviathan: "WHAT THE FUCK IS THAt-"

Vaggie: "What part of shut up there's a spear at your throat don't you get."

Seviathan: (jaw clicks shut)

Charlie: "Nope! He's not a boy boy! Just annoying! Mostly."

Nifty: "DAMN IT."

Angel Dust: "How's the huntin' goin' today, Nif?"

Nifty: (pouts) "The last baby bug got away... I hadn't even finished ripping it's little legs off while the mother bug watched it squirm..." (slinks back under floor)

Everyone else: "....."

Charlie: "... so! (claps hands)

Charlie: "Sev, if you really wanna help out that's fine, we're still finishing up the last touches on the new hotel if you feel like doing a little paint work and furniture moving!"

Seviathan: "....."

Charlie: "Sev?"

Seviathan: "..."

Angel Dust: "Think we broke him."

Husk: "I think it's the fucking spear pressed up against his fucking windpipe."

Charlie: "Oh! Whoops. Vaggie, please?"

Vaggie: ".... fiiiine."

Vaggie: (steps back) (wipes spear on nearby curtains) "Answer her."

Seviathan: (staring) "What's your name?"

Vaggie: "Hotel manager. Answer her."

Seviathan: "Charlie-" (still staring at vaggie) "-I would LOVE to help set up your pet sinner terrarium thing!"

Vaggie: "Our WHAT."

Husk & Angel Dust: "Hey!"

Charlie: "It's a hotel, Sev."

Seviathan: "Uh huh yeah sure, that thing!"

Vaggie: (lifts spear)

Charlie: (gently pushes gf spear back down) "Oh I'm going to regret this... ok. Let's, get you some gloves and stuff."

Seviathan: "Alright!" (holds hand up to vaggie) "Give me some skin!"

Vaggie: "...." (lifts spear again)

Charlie: "Excuse us Sev just ONE moment!"

Charlie: (pulls gf safe distance away)

Charlie: "Vaggie..? You okay?"

Vaggie: "Fine."

Charlie: "You're eye's, um. Twitching." (tenderly brushes fringe away from gf's eye) "Are you okay with this? He doesn't have to stay."

Vaggie: "No. It's fine." (sighs) "I want to be okay with it."

Charlie: "It's okay if you're not!"

Vaggie: "I will be, sweetie. Just give me a minute." (leans up for kiss) "But. I need to go do a Niffty and stab something. Really hard. Right now. And if I stay here one minute more, it's gonna be him."

Charlie: "Okay." (giggles) "Have fun stabbing things that aren't my ex?"

Vaggie: "I'll try to."

Seviathan: "Oh hey I'm awesome at stabbing! And the thrusting!"

Angel Dust: "PLEASE stick around, toots."

Husk: (mumbling) "Please fucking stick him."

Seviathan: "Long hard things are totally my thing, I could give you a few pointers on handling them no problem!"

Vaggie: "No."

Seviathan: "Oh come on, how about a hands on demonstration-"

Vaggie: (at charlie) "Keep him away from the kitchen knifes. He looks like he'd stab himself showing off and make a mess."

Charlie: "Heheh~ I'll try to."

Vaggie: "Good luck with that babe." (smooches her) (flies off to go stab)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "She single?"

Charlie: "She- NO? She is not??"

Angel Dust: (whisper hissing) "Is he blind? Didn't they just kiss???"

Seviathan: "We'll she's gonna be single soon, but not for long."

Husk: "He's dead."

Demon Charlie: "Her girlfriend is ME, Seviathan."

Seviathan: "Girlfriend? So she's-"

Demon Charlie: "VERY VERY GAY and TAKEN, YES."

Seviathan: "Wait, with you? Seriously??"

Demon Charlie: "Yes. Me. For s e v e r a l. Happy. Years."

Husk: (lifts bottle) "Cheers motherfuckers."

Seviathan: "Ohhh, so all that making out with you she did, it wasn't just her flirting with m-"

Angel Dust: "Holy. Fuck."

Demon Charlie: "SHE WASN't FLIRTING WITH YOU! SHE LOVES ME- SHE WANTS TO KILL YOU!!!"

Seviathan: "I'd let her, to be honest. She's hot."

Husk: "Let her?"

Angel Dust: "Dude."

Husk: "The fuck does he mean, let her? He wouldn't have a fucking choice-"

Demon Charlie: "On second thought maybe you SHOULD'NT help out with the hotel, actually!"

Demon Charlie: (grabbing him by scruff of the neck and marching towards door) "It was VERY nice of you to drop by, PLEASE go have a good rest of your life, you'll probably have a LONGER one if you live it away from here!"

Seviathan: "Aww Charlie, getting nervous over having competition?"

Husk: (spits out drink)

Demon Charlie: "You are SOOOOOO not competition! You might end up being another hotel fatality though!"

Angel Dust: "Bet on which of 'em kills him first?"

Husk: "Shut up I'm trying to listen."

Seviathan: "I just think a woman like that should have her pick from the best hell can offer!"

Demon Charlie: "I'm the princess of hell???"

Seviathan: "Sure, but you hardly ever act like it."

Demon Charlie: "I...! She, she doesn't mind me being like me. She-"

Seviathan: "What, a commanding woman like that is fine with a spineless partner? No offence. But come on."

Angel Dust: "Alright, now I'm gonna kill him."

Husk: "Let her do it herself."

Angel Dust: "Hmph!"

Seviathan: "She's never asked you to try being more of an actual princess sometimes?"

Demon Charlie: "No, she... Not like, not like that..."

Seviathan: "Not like that, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "No." (yanks open door) "And our relationship has NOTHING to do with you."

Seviathan: (grabbing doorframe) "But you know it could."

Demon Charlie: "NO IT WON'T. COULDN'T! WILL NOT, EVER!!!!"

Seviathan: "So why're you throwing me out of your silly hotel thing, then?"

Demon Charlie: "....."

Seviathan: "Scaaaared...?"

Demon Charlie: (drops him) (shuts door) "I trust her."

Seviathan: "Said like no one who ever got dumped so their girl could be with me."

Demon Charlie: "I trust her not to ACTUALLY kill you, I mean."

Seviathan: "Fuck I hope she tries... Maybe I'll let her pin me again."

Husk: (SNORTS) "'Let her'..."

Angel Dust: "He's gonna earn a fucking Darwin award at this rate."

Seviathan: (dusting ash off himself) "Kinda impressed you got all demon-ed so fast for this though. That's new!"

Charlie: "I've told you, it only happens when I'm PISSED. OFF."

Angel Dust: "YEAH DOLLFACE GET HIS ASS!"

Seviathan: "I know but like, it used to take a lot to get you all riled up. I hardly ever got to see you like this in bed even. Maybe if it'd been easier we'd still be a thing?"

Charlie: "You know I realllly really doubt it since I dumped YOU."

Husk: "HA!"

Angel Dust: "WOOOOO! BURRRRRN!"

Charlie: "And I dumped you partly BECAUSE you kept trying to 'rile me up' so you could try having sexy scary demon sex with me!"

Angel Dust: "OHHHHH!!!!"

Charlie: "Not that you ever even DID!"

Husk: "Fuck yes."

Charlie: "Because I always had waaaaay more fun sleeping on the COUCH!"

Husk & Angel Dust: (high five)

Seviathan: "...."

Seviathan: "So that's a no to having a threesome with us once I'm dating your soon to be ex girlfriend, huh?"

Demon Charlie: "SEV-"

Charlie: (deep breath)

Charlie: "... why do you even think you like her, Seviathan? You don't know her. She doesn't like you. You don't even know her name."

Seviathan: "She's hot."

Charlie: "Can We Try To Be More Specific, Please."

Seviathan: "I don't know? It was cute how she tried bullying me against a wall like that. All snapping orders like she was some kinda drill sergeant, or like a hot coach lady, treating me like some kinda bug crawling by her shoe- Who doesn't think that's hot?"

Charlie: "...."

Charlie: "Ohhhh."

Angel Dust: "Oh FUCK!"

Husk: (laughing) "The motherfucking alpha man-"

Angel Dust: "He's a fucking sub!!!!"

Seviathan: "What, like the sandwich? Shit. Are my pants fitting too tight again-"

Charlie: "Angel Dust."

Angel Dust: "Yesssss oh fearless leader...?

Charlie: (covers eyes) (turns) (escapes)

Charlie: "He's all yours."

Seviathan: "Whoa wait, where're you going-"

Charlie: "I'm gonna go surprise MY longtime girlfriend with kisses!"

Seviathan: "Hold on don't leave me with these two! Charlie!?"

Charlie: (already gone)

Seviathan: "For fuck's sake then I'm outta here too! I didn't come here to hang out with lame guys-"

Angel Dust: "Oh my little baby boy."

Angel Dust: (grins) (leans in) ".....how's the idea of a woman standin' over you with a whip make ya feel?"

Seviathan: "Good?"

Angel Dust: "Mm-hmm. An' if ya was wearing a collar?"

Seviathan: "..." (takes off hat) (holds it over crotch)

Husk: "Great. Another horrible memory to drown away with booze." (swigs)

Angel Dust: (draping arm around seviathan) "C'mon, let's find ya a dom who WON'T for real rail you with her spear~"

Seviathan: "Oh whoa."

Husk: "Oh fucking save me booze..." (down in one)

Niffty: (sobbing under floorboards)

Husk: "What the fuck? What's wrong with you?"

Niffty: "Th-the bad boys..." (sniffling) "... why are so many of them turning out LAME? Even the king of HELL asked me if I was OKAY when he stepped out his door in his ducky slippers and found me lying in front of it like a rug! WHAT IS WRONG WITH BAD MEN THESE DAYS!?"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "Here."

Husk: (hands down drink)

Niffty: (hands popping out to grabby grabby) "IT'S SO SAAAAAD HUSK!" (snatches) (gulps) (gulps) (faint thump and snoring)

Husk: "I can't fucking believe I risked my fucking life for this place."

Husk: (smiles anyway)

[gracesimp]

I know

14th doctor x reader

Request/Summary: With the Not-Things, there's a lot of potential for angst and hurt/comfort, etc. Totally fine if you don't want to write this, but I keep imagining a reader companion who has been secretly pining for the doctor and the Not-Thing reveals their love for the Doctor while trying to prove itself and yeah

Wild Blue Yonder Spoilers.

"You don't fool me," The Doctor says bluntly, looking at Y/n with his arms crossed and a grimace on his face. "You're not them, and I'd strongly suggest you stop pretending to be so before this ends badly." He threatens, voice dropped low into an hair-raising whisper.

"But I am! I'm me." They try quickly, tenuous pout on their lips and eyes full of tears. They place a hand to their heart, expression morphed into one of desperation. "Please, I swear! You have to believe me. After everything we've been through, you've got to know that it's me."

Scoffing and standing tall, eyes darkening dangerously, The Doctor shakes his head immediately. "Don't." He spits, taking a step forwards, so brutally it causes Y/n to step back in fear. "Don't you dare."

With eyes ingenuous and lips parted to allow shallow breaths to escape, Y/n responded quietly. "If I'm not me, then how would I know everything I do? How would I remember standing on the edge of civilisations, watching planets burn and being able to do nothing to help. Evil monsters - the ones that gave me this scar, remember?" They struggled, running a trembling finger down the little scar on their neck.

His face remains unimpressed. Blank. Angry.

"And how would I know how in love with you I am?" They whisper, swallowing thickly. "That thing may be able to fake being me, but they would never be able to fake a feeling as strong as that. Never."

It's silent for a moment, but then The Doctor's already dark manner growed into an appearance edging on detrimental. Without fear, he marched towards them, grabbing them harshly and restricting their movement.

A shriek left their lips, panting as they fought to escape his tightening arms. But then, their body fell limp, and they turned their head to look up at the doctor, smirk rising on the corner of their lips. "Got me." They taunt viciously then hissed as they kicked a way out of his grip.

/

Travelling with the Doctor, Y/n had grown accustomed to fear. The way blood would pump faster, the heart would bang harshly against the chest. It felt like it was going to burst out.

A few feet in front, the Doctor and Donna found sanctuary in the tardis. Unfortunately, Y/n was a tad slower. The two of them, Y/n and not!Y/n, exchanged a look before rushing into a full blown sprint.

"it's me!" Not!Y/n yelled as they ran. Arm reaching out, harsh breaths leaving their lips. "I'm me!"

"No, they're not! I'm me!" They corrected before suddenly halting in their sprint, hitting the other's back as they face the Doctor in the tardis.

But the Doctor's eyes never once glanced at the clone. Always, they remained on Y/n.

"I-I don't know how to prove it.." Y/n trailed off quietly before groaning, running a hand down their face. "Oh, gosh! Why can't I think of how to prove I'm me?"

"You don't have to." He answered simply, grabbing their hand and tugging them into the tardis, the doors immediately snapping shut with a bang.

"No!" Not!Y/n screeched as the door closed. They hissed and growled viciously, snarling at the fading spaceship. In a futile attempt to get the ship to stay in place, their nails clawed pathetically at the wooden box, blue chipping off and dirtying under their fingernails. "No!"

/

"That was scary." Y/n began, walking into the console room, freshly showered and in pyjamas, hair damp and eyes tired from the day's events. This captured the Doctor's attention and he immediately looks up from fiddling with buttons and such, a tiny smile instantly forming on his red tinted lips. His cheeks turn a sweet shade of pink at the sight of Y/n in one of his old tops. "I mean, I was starting to doubt that I was even the real me. How can you be so sure that you know I am?"

"I know," He assures quickly, not missing a beat. "and I will always know."

Blinking swiftly and nibbling their lip, Y/n looks down to avoid his eyes as their own cheeks colour, heart beating promptly. "Oh."

"You know," He begins, deserting the button he had been messing around with. "the other you said something interesting."

"Oh? Really? And what was that?" Y/n mumbles softly, rubbing their sleepy eyes and letting out a yawn. Upon seeing this, the Doctor's eyes soften and he grins, walking over to them and cupping their cheeks in his hands.

"Doesn't matter." He responds in a gentle voice, leaning down to press his lips delicately to their forehead. "Go get some sleep, angel. We can talk tomorrow."

As always, not proofread cos I'm lazy 🙈

[porcelainhrts]

🕸️ | Prophetess! Reader x MK

• "Born" from a tree at the Wu Shi Academy, you were found by Raiden, Kung Lao, Johnny, and Kenshi after Kung Lao's hat sliced a nearby tree that revealed a human inside which is you.

Raiden huffed as he wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead after finishing his daily training with the monks. From the corner of his eye, Kung Lao enters with a huge grin, wider than usual. It made him suspicious. What genius idea does he have in mind now?

And as if the younger could hear his thoughts, Kung Lao beams as he pulls out a razor hat. How the hell he made it, Raiden won't even ask.

"That doesn't look safe," he points out, leaning away cautiously.

"it's genius, Raiden," Kung Lao waves his hand dismissively, trailing his fingers along the hat's sharp edges. He does so carelessly and cuts his fingers, earning himself a hiss and a sigh from his friend.

"See? I told you."

Kung Lao raised a smug brow and the hat was sent flying around, faster than the wind as it cuts through everything it comes across. From the practice dolls, to the stands, and even the tall old tree on the side. The monks ducked, some jumped, few froze, but the genius man stood confidently with pride as it flew back at him, proving his point.

"That's a pretty deep cut," Johnny laughs amusely at the demonstration but as he zooms the camera on the tree's wound, his face drops and his eyes squint.

"I know I'm not much of a plant expert, but I do know plants don't bleed."

Kenshi scoffs. "Has the loss of money and fame driven you insane, Cage?"

"Hey!" Johnny yells, his expression changing from amusement to annoyance. "I have not fallen from stardom!" he claims.

"It's only a temporary setback! When this is all over, I'll eventually find my way back! Like everyone does! When they're lost," he adds as if reassuring himself, his face filled with determination and confidence.

A silent clash ensues between the two and the air tenses as they shoot daggers at each other with their eyes, Johnny's smirk taunting yet Kenshi's brow is threatening. "No, it's really bleeding," Raiden, who has been silently observing, breathes out, staring bewildered at the tree, his eyes wide in confusion.

"Look," he says, pointing to the tree's trunk, which still bleeds profusely.

And as the four men eye the said scene, it is no mistake that the tree is indeed bleeding . The scarlet liquid dirties it's clean wood and as they approach closer, little sniffles could be heard from inside.

"Call Lord Liu Kang."

• You were found nestled within the tree, unconscious and malnourished, with no memory of who you are and how you ended up there or why.

• The first few nights at the Wu Shi were filled with sleepless nights, bothering you with blurry yet bothersome enough to keep you up awake and pacing around your room. Some were concerning, some were scary, and some you would rather not speak of.

• Having enough of all the pent up feelings, you turn to the only thing you knew: weaving. Despite having no recollection of your memories, you knew how to weave— and in those carefully woven fibers tells stories yet to manifest.

• You truly wished not to bother Lord Liu Kang about your weird visions for he had already done enough to provide you a new home, but when you awake from yet another nightmare to find him before you, you knew you can no longer keep it to yourself.

• Despite how weird your story may seem, the God seemed to be unbothered. In fact, it may be small, but you can see the tug of his lips as you speak. You wonder if he knew about this.

• You wanted to ask but a part of you held you back, and so Liu Kang ends the conversation with a "you should get some rest."

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𝗔𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: I know her introduction isn't really canon compliant, but let's just pretend it is. Originally, this was written for an oc and is purely self indulgent, but hey, why not let others in on the fun. I apologize if there are grammar mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. I would also like to apologize for the shitty writing because I'm not really a writer. Also, if I were to continue this, I still have no one in mind to pair her up with— comment if you have any suggestions.

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Submitted via Google Form:

Any tips on creating monsters? Especially if these monsters are simply some of the native life forms of an isolated location our heroes find themselves on? I mean sure, I think of whatever creepy and scary idea you can think of and chuck it in... but there would probably be reasons they evolved that way naturally and it isn't to terrorise outsiders.

Also, if I have one of those monsters secreting a toxin, how possible is to to have one of my humans someone be immune to it, or otherwise has minimal effect on them?

Addy: If you're looking to make something fit an ecological niche, start with what already exists and work from there. Not necessarily a cut-and-paste, but take inspiration from it.

For example, there's something to be said about the simple bear. Bears are scary. They're big, they're tough, they're pretty fast, they can climb trees, they're reasonably clever, and they're very hard to kill. The word "bear" basically means "the brown one," as people used to be so scared of bears they wouldn't say their name, in case a bear got summoned.

Also wild boars. Pigs are freakishly big, and wild hogs are worse. Boar spears have a crossguard to keep the hog from just running the spear through its whole body as it runs at you. You also get into jaguars (they're like IRL drop bears in the shape of cats), crocodiles, and all sorts of kinds of things. Even hippos.

You want somewhere to start? Take a large, bulky predator (or omnivore or big herbivore) and give it some weird traits. Adapt it to the demands of your local environment. Give it a niche to fill, with a lot of the basic premise/heavy lifting done for you by nature. How about a giant bat? Or a coyote with mange (likely the origin of the capybara tale)? Or a cannibalistic giant lizard? Then add spooky and scary stuff, go for it. But remember - some of the creatures that we find very normal and commonplace? They were once considered monsters too.

For toxins... it depends on what the toxin is. If it shuts down specific metabolic processes, then your characters could be totally immune, as they have different biology. Or maybe it's like how alliums (garlic, onions, and leeks) are super toxic to most pet and livestock species, but not us. Our blood is just a bit different in a way that makes n-propyl disulfide (the compound that makes alliums toxic) wayyyy less toxic. The toxin could also be intended for birds or reptiles or whatever else, and therefore have a lesser effect on mammals. Or maybe humans are just special.

Also, threat displays are very much a thing. They're big, they're flashy, they're scary. You can have a critter that hisses and growls and blows up a neck pouch for intimidation, and the intended purpose of that is to scare off creatures that would try to steal its food.

Feral: I’m gonna take a slightly different approach to monster making than filling an evolutionary niche. Classic horror monsters often derive from thematic or symbolic exploration. Vampires are a seductive Other; although they come from older folktales, the vampire of today was born in the early 19th century to explore the racist, xenophobic, and homophobic anxieties of English society.  Werewolves also have much older origins than the common version in modern media but have always blurred the line between a civilized human and a primal beast. 

Looking to the horror King, It fed on fear, taking the shape of the children’s fears - monsters from B-movies like werewolves, a clown, a woman from a creepy portrait, a syphilis-infected homeless man, a zombified Georgie - which the narrative used to explore more abstract fears - leaving childhood and going through puberty, not to mention the overall terrorizing effect of racism, misogyny, and homophobia on the population. The Shining doesn’t even try to pretend it’s not about alcoholism and the effects of substance abuse on a family.

You mention that this story will take place in an isolated setting. Isolation is terrifically thematic. How can you lean into it? What if everyone who dies seems to be totally alone when it happens? And even after they realize they’re in danger, they keep putting themselves in a situation to be alone? Pair that with your monster’s evolution to better survive. Does the monster have some way of peeling one person off from the pack as part of how they hunt - maybe they have some form of vocal mimicry like some birds or a cat that makes the person think they are going towards a crying baby or wounded animal? Does it have exceptional camouflage so no one suspects they are not alone when they’re in a vulnerable position? You mention there being a toxin - instead of killing, can it produce hallucinations or paranoia that would cause a person to split from the group? These could all help the monster hunt whatever its normal prey would be while still tapping into much more abstract fears that you want to explore.

[innocent-cat]

Hello, if you're still taking request could it be headcanons with with Vax, Percy, and Vex. (Separately)

Where the S/O is a lot like Yor Forger.

GUESS WHO IS BACK!!!!

Oh my gosh, I love SpyxFamily! right away xx

Reader x Vox Machina

Warnings - None

"Scarlet paint on their face", Assassin!Reader x Various

Vax

Okay, so, weird thing about both Vax AND Vex, they're extremely stalkerish.

the very MOMENT they thought you were acting even slightly suspicious, they immediately discussed it with each other.

"Vex-" "Yes, me too."

they most def hear EVERYTHING you do.

They had a little book that had information about everything you did.

your fault, why aren't you home by the mandatory curfew (that they implemented that nobody in fact listens to) of 8PM sharp?

You'll usually feel Vax's eyes on you when you come home after a bounty, but you choose to pretend you're oblivious to it so you can continue acting clueless.

HOWEVERRRR he eventually cornered you and confronted you.

you walked in and he was just like.. leaning against the wall all nerdy.. so you kinda just.. side eyed him and walked by..

"Where have you been?"

your heart dropped to your asssssss, him confronting you was so much scarier than it needed to be.

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've been sneaking out. You're never home by 8."

"..Nobody follows that anyway, Vax.. not even Pikes home right now. Who are you, my dad?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you spoke down to him for asking you what's been going on.

"Vex told me you went to a washers covered in blood. What's that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe don't stalk random people, it's creepy, Vax." You scoff, and storm off to your room.

You sit down in your bed and heave a sigh, letting the knife drop that was hidden between your arm and side under your oversized blouse.

Vex

Vex was the first one to actually confront you and get an answer.

(all combined head cannons above for vax btw)

she low-key scared tf out of you when you turned the corner and saw her.

full on mom stance, arms crossed, face seething..

scary.

"If you won't tell Vax, you better tell me now."

Now, mind you, it was like.. 2am.. and you tried sneaking back in because you didn't have time for a outfit change.. so you did in fact look very incriminating with a knife in your hand, drenched in blood.

You have no clue to get out of it, so you fake cry xx

You drop your knife and start crying into your hands, mumbling.

Vex's face DROPS, and she goes to you and holds you, rocking you in her arms.

"I'm not MAD, I'm just upset you didn't tell me.."

After the little cry, she helps you clean yourself up from them on because OBVIOUSLY what gf wouldn't help.

she was honestly just mad you didn't tell her..

(sorry her's is so short!! I'm like super duper tired rn)

Percy

lmfaooo Percy been knew

the two of you have always just kind of

not talked about it?

of course, you both are aware that the other KNOWS,

it's just Percy wants to make sure he doesn't say something rude to you

he loves u too much xx

He frequently stitches you up, cleans your wounds, and washes your clothes when you come home after killing someone.

Of course, he understands you're very dangerous and skilled, but the fact you're his s/o comes before your large bounty.

"Again? Seriously? You're getting too injured to endure this job." he sighed out to you, frowning at your dampened physical state.

You did not reply, but you looked away, towards a a window opposite of him. You matched his face, frowning.

You flinch back as he applies alcohol to your wound, hissing slightly to your pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled out, and he lifted your shirt more.

He bandages the wound, sealing it so it doesn't become infected. He then pulls off your shirt, and sets it aside to wash later, handing you a new, clean shirt of your own.

he literally loves you so much please assure this boy you'll be fine

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Spider doesn’t knows his hiss is not scary cuz:

- He only hisses to the kids. They pretend that it is scary because they are good friends. (Even if there is teasing)

-He doesn’t even thinks of hissing to the adult na’vi. He respects and fears them too much.

-The scientist just look at him weird.

-He would never hiss at another creature because he respects the nature.

(Quaritch is just like WTF like all the other recoms)

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I feel like in your mom neytiri AU she would pretend he’s scary just to get him to hiss more (like lions or tigers with their pups)

Same with ronal on the other AU

both of his mama's would indulge him, they think his little human hiss is adorable.

neytiri prides herself on spider taking after her hiss, not jakes that tends to be a bit more of a growl. she thinks its quite ferocious considering his human form was not built to hiss, nor look intimidating, but he does well all considering (she's a mother, can you blame her for falling for over her own lies). she definitely balls him up in her lap, and they go back and forth, hissing at each other like a mama lion and her very impressionable cub.

like she has the same as that lioness who raised a baby antelope (minus the more depressing contestations)

I need to tell me she doesn't.

anyway, she dares anyone to tell her son that he's not scary, cause he is very scary to her. no one is willing to take her up on that, so they just let spider go along with life thoroughly convinced he was big and scary like his mama.

ronal would be very similar, and the recoms have 0 idea what the fuck is happening, but they're too scared to ask at this point.

[slveepyscwrs]

silly cars for new followers episode #4: @grimskeletons

Welcome to the followers gang!

Here is the silly car I have assigned to you:

Their name is Pretzel, after their favourite Halloween treat. And as you can see, they're always ready for the upcoming spooky season.

Heck, even when it's not Halloween, they do have a spooky silly vibe around them. They pretend to be a mighty being despite it actually coming out as tiny tiny meows, and their favourite hobby is attacking invisible ghosts in the air.

The MINUTE Halloween Night starts to roll around, they will NOT stop yapping your ear off to go trick-or-treating with them.

When you inevitably do, they will proudly trot around with their little pumpkin basket in their mouth, and if the people try to give you something you don't like, they won't stop meowing and hissing until you both get your desired treats.

Lastly, they don't know that the skeletons and monster decorations are fake, so whenever they see one, they will start hissing and clawing at them, because above all– they will never let the scary monsters get their beloved hooman.

Want your own silly car, with their own name and backstory? All you have to do is drop a follow!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Can I have skeletons going for the first time ever to the beach? How chaotic would that go?

Undertale Sans - He's nervous. Sans is a creature of habit. He likes when things are normal, he likes his little routine going from Grillby to his job to his home. He doesn't like his brother pretending they're going home but in fact they're going for a two hours trip to somewhere he doesn't know and he doesn't want to know. When he sees the sand and all this water, Sans is very, very unsure about this. Papyrus has to argue for an entire hour for him to put a feet in the sand, then, since Sans is very stubborn and it's not working, yeet him in a pile of sand. Sans is very surprised when the sand is actually not killing him but is quite nice. He will relax. Slowly. But let him do things how he wants to do them or he's going to be difficult.

Undertale Papyrus - He is so excited! Finally! He read so many things about the beach. He runs straight for the water, not expecting one second that the sea would so suddenly attack him with a massive wave that threw him back on the sand, because he's so light. He gasps, offended. Did the sea just refused him?! That won't do! You don't say no to Papyrus! He screams "WELL THAT WAS REALLY RUDE MOTHER NATURE" and stomps back in to show it he's not impressed. He's going to do that a lot of times as the sea is strong this day and just will refuse his love. But he's never giving up!

Underswap Sans - He was very excited to try new sports on the water, but then he saw that big wave, three times his size, and suddenly he was not too sure about this. The sport coach he hires is explaining how to surf and he's nodding and all, but yeah, his bones are rattling like hell. He will never tell how scared he is right now. It's only temporary though. As soon as he's doing it, he wants to do only this for the rest of the trip and will throw a tantrum when his brother has to drag him out.

Underswap Papyrus - It's big. It's scary. There's hundred of people just staring at him because that's the first time they see monsters. At least he has his dogs with him. Seeing how they quickly start to have fun calms him down and he's just focusing on that. He's having fun with his dogs and cheers as they're playing in the water. Then some asshole came at him and screams that the dogs are not authorised on the beach and Honey got anxious again, before Blue jumps at his face screaming they are service dogs, the man keeps screaming he will call the police and Blue screamed back he is the police. After that short incident, things are calm again and Honey resumed to play with his dogs. It's a pretty good day.

Underfell Sans - He doesn't trust this. It doesn't look safe. He's holding to a pole like a koala while his brother is trying to drag him towards the beach, screaming that he's ridiculous right now and that if there's a thousand humans on the beach, it means it won't kill him. Red hisses like an enraged animal. He doesn't want to go! He saw those movies with this quicksand bullshit. He doesn't want to get absorb to the middle of the Earth. At least he still has a survival instinct! But Edge is too strong for him and drags him along. Red holds to his brother for dear life, begging him to not put him there, that he will do all the chores in the house and even feed Doomfanger for six months. Edge puts him in the sand. ... Oh. He's not dead.

Underfell Papyrus - He's not sure what the interest of staying for hours on the sand sleeping but everyone around him is doing it so he doesn't want to feel exclude. He just does it. For like five minutes. He's sighing every ten seconds or so, bored to death, before deciding to join a bunch of kids who are making piles of sand and calls that a castle. Edge is offended. You call that a castle? He's going to show them what a real castle is. He maybe got too far when he set hole traps all around it with living medusas in, and it actually works so well people keep falling in. But since the children got the blame, he really doesn't care. He even screams at the children himself so he doesn't have any problem lol.

Horrortale Sans - He's not sure he's liking it. The sun is kinda nice on his bones and he would have love to just sleep in there all day long if there was not so much fricking sand everywhere! It's going everywhere in his skull and his sockets and it's itching so bad he's losing it. Willow said it wouldn't happened if he was wearing that stupid pool hat he bought for him. Oak found it ugly and destroyed it as soon as they arrived so Willow can't force him to wear it. That's also why he's not complaining outloud.

Horrortale Papyrus - He likes the sea, it's easing his back problem so much he spend most of the day just swimming happily. He's just very uneasy with all these humans staring at him because he is tall and a bit scary. He tries to not care about shitty humans not so discretly dragging their kids away from him and focus on the water, but it's harder as the day passes. He goes back to join his brother and Toriel on the sand so he can divert himself by talking to his family.

Horrorswap Sans - He's having a lot of fun actually. He loves traveling and he can't do that alone because of his disabilities so it's a welcome changed. He wants to try everything and stuffs himself full of ice cream until he gets sick. Though he will get mad when after this nice day he will have to clean his prosthetic leg and arm because there's sand everywhere in it and he hates it. Fun first, regrets later.

Horrorswap Papyrus - He finds shelter in the nearest video games store he can find and stays there all day. The noise of the sea scares him and there's just too many people around. He prefers to hide somewhere he feels safe until his brother notices he's gone and comes to pick him up to go home.

Horrorfell Sans - He's a bit more brave than Red, but he's still jumping everytime he's stepping in sand, like the sand is going to eat him alive. He's not too fond either of the sand in his artificial leg.

Horrorfell Papyrus - He prefers to go shopping after seeing his brother struggling with the sand. As a cleaning maniac, he doesn't want any sand in his wheelchair and will scream if he eats something suspiciously crunchy. He's a princess.

Swapfell Sans - He's having an intense voley ball session with Alphys. They both may have changed the rules so they can throw the ball in each other's face at full force. Nox lost two teeth so far and Alphys has two black eyes. In the end, there's not even a ball anymore, they're just fistfighting in the sand screeching at each other and trying to reach each other throat. Undyne is cheering her girlfriend.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's running in circle, screaming. He just wanted to eat his sandwich, when suddenly twenty seagulls wanted his sandwich as well. They won't let go of him, chasing him on miles, and more and more seagulls keep coming, wondering what's going on. He jumps in the water hoping they won't follow. That's where he noticed a sign saying "The water is infestated with medusas. Don't go in." When Rus joins his brother later that day, he's covered with stings, and he lost his sandwich in the battle. Next time, they're going to the mountain. He hates the sea.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He was bored until someone screams there's a shark in the water and he decided it was his moment of glory. He jumps in the water to fight the shark bare hands. He beats him, not living him a chance, before he meets three pairs of shocked eyes as he just beat the father of three kids who was pretending to be a shark to mess with them. ... Hum... Well, that's awkward.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He was working of the best sandcastle of his life when some mean kids comes, stomps it to dust and leaves, calling him a loser. Coffee is frozen in shock and disgust. He's going back to his spot, curls up on his beach towel and refuses to move for the rest of the afternoon. He's pouting.

Disbelief Papyrus - He's with Asgore, looking the sun disapearing behind the sea, and he is so emotional for some reason. He wishes his family was there to enjoy this with him. He's just sad and nostalgic. Asgore crushes him in his fur, covered with sand, for a hug. Delta tries to act thankful and not like he's choking on all the sand that suddenly entered his eye sockets and mouth. At least he's not focusing on crying anymore.

Dustale Sans - Balls. Frisbees. Moving things. Everywhere. His mind goes blank and he's going full zoomies on the beach, running after every ball he can find to destroy it. Everyone is scared of him as he's running back and forth and in circles like some crazy husky. He can't stop. He's too excited. Killer came with him and pretends like he doesn't know him, so embarrassed.

Killer Sans - He's wearing a bright pink bikini and high heels and he's parading on the beach. Every time some antimonster gets mad at his, he's shaking his booty at him seductively to embarrass them. That's his definition of having fun: bullying racists shits until they ragequit and leave.

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

here to stay | rhett abbott x oc

Summary: one not being too focused on carving their own pumpkin because they're too worried about the other getting hurt while carving theirs (wc: 697)

Requested: YES by anon

Warnings: knife and blood mention, protective rhett, background ocs, fluff to the max with these two

✎……MAIN MASTERLIST || FALLTOBER MASTERLIST

“Jace, bud, y’r gonna cut y’rself if ya hold it like that,” Tessa warned as she reached across the table and adjusted Jace’s grip on the knife.

Rhett, on the other side of the table, just stared at Tessa’s other hand still holding her pumpkin on its side. Sharp knife stuck in what was maybe supposed to be an eye-hole, only about a centimeter away from her skin. It didn’t help that she took what felt like a butcher’s knife from the block, a knife straight out of one of those scary movies Colton made them all watch, opting to give all the boys their smaller knives for carving. Rhett hadn’t even started carving his own pumpkin. How could he, when Tessa felt determined to give him a heart attack with just how careless she was being? 

She was focused on the boys, he knew that. Making sure they stayed safe and were having fun. But she just — 

Rhett flinched and hissed as she just barely missed her fingers finishing out her triangular eye-hole. Poking it out into the hollow inside. When she was done, she looked up at him with a quirked brow and a shrug of her shoulders that said what?

“Just uh…” Rhett glanced around at the boys surrounding the table, none of them were paying that much attention save for Levi, who seemed to pay attention to everything that happened inside those walls. “Y’re makin’ me nervous.”

“How’m I makin’ you nervous?” she laughed, looking back down at her pumpkin and starting her work on the mouth. 

Barely even looking at where she was going because she was too preoccupied with what Wyatt was doing right next to her.

Rhett picked up his knife and pretended like he was carving. “By doin’ that. Not payin’ attention.”

“M’payin’ attention,” she assured.

Even as she paused carving her classic jagged mouth, knife still lodged in her gord, and leaned forward across the table towards Jace again. The sharp blade coming closer and closer to her cable-knit sweater and her prescious flesh. Rhett grimaced as he watched for a moment. Then when she didn’t pull back and instead leaned even closer towards Jace and towards the sharp knife, Rhett reached out and slid her pumpkin away from her. Feeling like his heart was about to beat out of his chest and a slight tingle in his fingers — the same feeling he would get after a bull stamped just a little too close to his head. 

“No, y’re not,” he chuckled tensly, pulling out the knife and setting it down slowly.

Tessa stole back her pumpkin with a playful glare. “M’fine!”

Not a minute later, her knife clattered to the table and she gasped. Rhett looked up from where Jace was showing him the lopsided grin he had managed to carve, only to see Tessa holding her index finger with a frown. His heart sank. She was hurt — just like he feared she would be. 

“Aw, hell,” Rhett sighed as he rounded the table.

When he reached her, Tessa looked up at him like she had just been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. But he just shook his head as he took her by the hand and led her out of the dining room.

“Tha’s a quarter in the swear jar!” Wyatt shouted.

“We’ll be righ’back! Don’stab each other!” Rhett called as they left the room.

It wasn’t a large cut, and wouldn't even need stitches. But there was a crimson trail running down into her palm by the time they got into the bathroom and she was running the cut under some hot water. Rhett got down the box of bandaids from the closet.

“I shoulda paid more attention,” she muttered as she turned off the water, patting the clean cut dry.

“Probably,” he replied with that little grin, clearing the packaging off the bandage.

He covered her cut with a delicate hand, and when he was done, he brought her finger up to his lips and gave it a gentle kiss. 

“All better,” he mumbled. 

And she smiled. “Maybe we can finish carvin’ after the boys go t’bed?” 

“Yeah. I like that.”

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OC Deep Dive Tag

Tagged by: @kaylinalexanderbooks here!

Tagging: @rachaellawrites @pandoras-comment-box @pheita @writingrosesonneptune @writernopal and an open tag! Blank questions are down below :)

Answering for Mara and Adrin this time!

What's their uncommon/common fear?

Mara: She's afraid of being insignificant. She likes being of use and contributing to the world, even in small ways.

Adrin: Dude is terrified of horses. He doesn't understand why they're so big, and the thought of being stepped on accidentally stresses him out to no end. He's also not super comfortable around bears.

Do they have any pet peeves?

Mara: Chewing with your mouth open.

Adrin: Other people taking bites of his food.

What are three items you can find in their bedroom?

Mara: (Mara is homeless, so we're going to replace the word "bedroom" with "bag"). Blank parchment, a lump of charcoal and a waterskin.

Adrin: A square piece of reflective glass (not cool enough to call it a mirror), a jar of flaxseed oil for his hair and a gold armband. The armband is actually a Bajuband, taken as a trophy from the leader of the Forsaken and gifted to Adrin by his father.

What do they notice first in a person?

Mara: How they treat other people.

Adrin: Their eyes.

On a scale of 1-10, how is their pain tolerance?

Mara: 10/10

Adrin: 9/10

Do they go into fight or flight mode under pressure?

Mara: *cat hissing sounds*

Adrin: He's a fighter and a lover.

Do they come from a big family/are they a family person?

Mara: No, she was raised by two strangers, mostly in isolation. She finds family dynamics deeply uncomfortable to navigate.

Adrin: His family is small but they have plenty of love. He did want a large family one day, before I turned him into a...

What animal represents them best?

Mara: Owl, for obvious reasons. But also because she values wisdom and she's incredibly independent.

Adrin: Golden retriever. He's a little foolish and a lot cute, but he would tear a b*tch apart if provoked.

What is a smell that they dislike?

Mara: Rotting fruit, cinnamon

Adrin: Hay, carrots

Have they broken any bones?

Mara: She is missing a finger so...kind of?

Adrin: Oh, yes. His nose, three times. Two of his ribs, his arm, his jaw. A couple of fingers at one point.

How would a stranger likely describe them?

Mara: Tall, scary. Rough voice that disarms you at first. Dangerous.

Adrin: Just a good lad. Handsome, fit, perfectly polite.

Night owl or morning bird?

Mara: Night owl...which will have to change for her, unfortunately.

Adrin: He's definitely a morning bird. Loves being up to watch the sun rise.

What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love?

Mara: She looooves honey. And butter. Hates cinnamon and cloves.

Adrin: Hates blueberries and loves apples.

Do they have any hobbies?

Mara: Haggling for books

Adrin: He used to love climbing trees when he was younger

Boom, surprise birthday party!!! How do they react to surprises?

Mara: Obviously, Hettie would be throwing the party, so she would do her best to feign enthusiasm and give her plenty of gratitude. After everyone went home, she would take her aside and politely request a more intimate gathering next year.

Adrin: Any party for Adrin has to include his best buddy and Milvar is terrible at keeping secrets. He would have to pretend to be surprised despite hearing about it days before. He's not the biggest fan of surprises, but luckily with Milvar around, there aren't many.

Do they like to wear jewelry?

Too bad, because they have to for plot reasons.

Do they have neat or messy handwriting?

Mara: A little hard to read because of all the flourishes, but it is very neat. She was forced to perfect her handwriting in school.

Adrin: He avoids writing as much as he can-he's not great with a quill.

What are two emotions they feel the most?

Mara: Anger and sadness

Adrin: Anger and sadness

Do they have a favorite fabric?

Mara: Velvet

Adrin: He doesn't really care.

What kind of accent do they have?

So this is definitely something I need to pay attention to during my edits, because the consistency is off and I'm still learning the structure and vernacular. Also, Caledon is inspired by Scotland, Western England, France and British Columbia so there will be some deliberate inconsistencies. If that makes sense.

Mara: Conservative RP (P&P 2005 has great examples of RP for reference)

Adrin: Contemporary RP

What uncommon/common fear do they have? Do they have any pet peeves? What are 3 items you can find in their bedroom? What do they notice first in a person? On a scale of 1 to 10, how high is their pain tolerance? Do they go into fight or flight mode when under pressure? Do they come from a big family/are they a family person? What animal represents them best? What is a smell that they dislike? Have they broken any bones? How would a stranger likely describe them? Are they a night owl or a morning bird? What is a flavor they hate and a flavor they love? Do they have any hobbies? Boom, surprise birthday party! How do they react to surprises? Do they like to wear jewelry? Do they have neat or messy handwriting? What are the two emotions they feel the most? Do they have a favorite fabric? What kind of accent do they have?

[eneiryu]

Theo could be SO SCARY using mountain ash as a weapon. Pretending to be trapped with the rest of the pack before dropping the facade and stepping over the circle with a laugh. Pushing a werewolf up against the barrier that they can't pass through to prove a point. Considering I don't know how well-known the existence of chimeras are, and I don't think it's common knowledge, it could be SO SCARY.

Picture this. You're a newbie alpha wolf with your pack and you've got a chip on your shoulder and something to prove. You trap the McCall back in a mountain ash circle and you've won, you've done it, you've bested the most prolific pack you've ever heard of and now your pack is on top. They're growling and hissing and swearing at you but can't do anything to escape. And then, this little cocky asshole starts laughing over your villain monologue, double-over and wiping tears from his eyes, and who the hell does this shit think he is? He pushes past the True Alpha and his angry bitten beta, practically shoving them out of the way, and they just let him pass without a fight, almost making way for him. There's something close to mirth and thrill in their eyes as they look at you but you don't know why. He doesn't smell like a werewolf but his eyes are gold, his fangs are long and his claws are sharp. He doesn't smell important- he smells like nothing, actually, not a single thing, and that's a little weird, but you've heard that McCall has a whole bunch of weird creatures in his pack, banshees and humans and kitsune, so a wolf who doesn't smell like anything isn't the craziest thing. He's watching you with a smug smirk you want to claw off his face, looking more at ease and confident than anybody has a right to while their whole pack was trapped within a circle of mountain ash.

And then he just steps right over the mountain ash line and kicks your ass

🤔

[imsparky2002]

Ghouls and Monsters - The Vampire

(Draculeka is jamming on her guitar when she feels a dark ominous shadow looming over her, as she turns around, there is nothing there. She turns back to get her guitar, before Jubella appears in a flash. She raises her cape above her head and shows off her fangs in a grin.)

Jubella: I vant to suck your blood! Mwahahaha! (She hisses dramatically, as Draculeka remains unfazed.)

Draculeka: You do realize I'm a vampire, right?

(Of course Jubella knew, but she had hoped that her counterpart would’ve been too shy and scared, and would’ve screamed out of surprise. She decides to improvise.)

Jubella: Y-yes. But zhat just shows how eeevilll I am!

(Draculeka just exposes her neck calmly.)

Draculeka: Then do it.

(Jubella pouts and covers herself in her cloak.)

Jubella: You could at least pretend to be scared! Be a good sport!

Draculeka: I would, except you're me. So I know that you're not some bloodsucking villain. You're a mischevious goth kid who likes the creepy side of vampirism. Lemme guess, you drink blood packs?

Jubella: Animal blood, actually. Allows me to feel zhe joy of sinking my teeth into somezhing vhile not hurting anyone.

Draculeka: Fair enough. Ok, so, other me. What do you like to do?

(Jubella chuckles once more, showing off her gothic dress as she lets go of the cloak.)

Jubella: I love to give people a fright vhenever I can, as is natural for a creature of zhe night such as myself! I also protect zhe people of Paris alongside my dear sisters! As you said, I am scary, not evil!

(Draculeka can’t help but smile sadly. She envied this version of herself.)

Draculeka: Wow, you're lucky. In my world, monsters wouldn't dare frighten humans. We don't exactly get along. In fact, most humans are just itching for an excuse to get rid of us "freaks" once and for all.

Jubella: (Frowns) I-I’m so sorry. Believe me, humans aren’t alvays friendly to us either. Hunters and mobs have given us trouble, but I can’t imagine vhat it’s like to have to live in fear to such a massive degree.

Draculeka: Not your fault, you're from another universe. And like you said, I'm sure you have to deal with idiot hunters in your place. It's not all bad. I have my friends, Rose, my parents, Luka. 

(At the mention of "parents" and "Luka", Jubella freezes. She can't help but begin to tear up.)

Jubella: Could you…tell me about zem? Mine…died vhen I was young…

(Draculeka is not really able to process the fact that her family is gone in another universe. She hugs Jubella, and tries to give as comforting a response as she can.)

Draculeka: Oh... I'm sorry. U-um. Well, Mom and Dad can be embarassing, but they're really cool and protect me and Luka from any real danger. Luka teases me sometimes, but he's really sweet and good with a guitar.

Jubella: (Smiles weakly) That sounds lovely! I’m sorry for getting so emotional, it’s just…zhey vere killed by vampire hunters vhen I vas eight. All of our families died on zhat horrible day. 

Draculeka: I can’t begin to imagine what that’s like. All I can say is that I hope you and your siblings have somewhere to live, someone to watch over you.

Jubella: Vell, after zhat, the Vitches of Visdom raised me, along vith my sisters! Zhey had practically been our babysitters all our lives, so ve accepted zhem right avay.

Draculeka: Got any pictures? Of them, I should add. I already know about the whole "no reflection thing".

Jubella: (Smiles, and takes out her phone) Here zhey are.

Draculeka: Wow, it’s weird to see Mylene without vines! Or Alya with real flesh and Alix without sunglasses and moving hair! Speaking of which, do you and Alix get along well? You being a vampire and her a werewolf?

Jubella: (Giggles) Of course! Although ve rib on each other all zhe time! Vhy, ve hiss and howl at eachother, just for a laugh! 

Draculeka: Our werewolf is called Kim, and we do the same thing! (Looks back at the photo.) Oh! And there’s Rose! She’s got skin! And she’s green! Wait... is she your sister too? I hope you and the other Ghoul Squad aren't actually related.

Jubella: Oh, no! Ve just see each other as family. (Smiles) Ve vere all born days apart, and have been raised together since birth. I don’t know vhat I vould do vithout zhem.

Draculeka: My Rose's a real jewel. She's a skeleton, but a flower in my eyes. We jam out together, and she makes my heart scream. What about yours? 

(Jubella blushes and dramatically gushes about her darling Rose Frankenteen.)

Jubella: She’s a ray of light in my life, her brilliant mind and enormous heart make my spirit soar! She’s as ghoulish as she is sveet, and I couldn’t love her more if I tried!

Draculeka: Well I can see why she likes you. You know, I always had a love for Dracula, and it's cool to know my alternate self has such an elegant style. The dress and cloak match perfectly with the top hat. 

(She's a goth fashion nerd. Jubella chuckles and does a dramatic flourish with her cloak, swooping it around. She smiles as she sees Draculeka’s onyx bat clips and layered chain belt.)

Jubella: Vhy, thank you! And I have say, I adore your hair clips and that fabulous belt!

Draculeka: Yeah, I found myself going for more of a gothic lolita vibe. And you gotta show appreciation for bats.

(Jubella hums in agreement.)

Jubella: Ah yes. Children of zhe night. Vhat music zhey make.

(Draculeka squeals in delight. Jubella looks confused, unaware that she just made a reference.)

Jubella: Vhat did I say?

Draculeka: Do you guys not have Dracula in your universe?

(Jubella shakes her head.)

Draculeka: Pity. Well, anyway, I have an idea. How about we go for a flyby? It's the perfect weather for such an occassion.

Jubella: Sounds delightful! (Grins, showing off her fangs) Shall ve? (The two shift into their bat forms)

Draculeka: Loser has to watch all the Twilight films in one sitting.

Jubella: You monster!

Draculeka: Oh God! You have Twilight but not Dracula. Girl, I feel sorry for you.

Jubella: Vell, you won’t feel so sad vhen you’re forced to vatch zhem after I leave you in zhe dust!

Draculeka: We’ll see about that.

(They zoom off into the night.)

Here’s the third crossover, and my favorite so far. The difference between how these two present themselves is night and day, but I love them both so much, as Juleka’s one of my favorite characters. Thanks to Weeby for helping as always with the dialogue, and check out their Monstrous AU, it’s top tier stuff! As always, reply, reblog, post and ask. Oh, and send them questions about their Monster AU and their Class of Heroes AU as well. @artzychic27 @msweebyness 

[companionwolf]

Fill #2 for Ageretober

Prompt: 6. Scary movies (changed kinda into 'scary stories' but hey)

Fandom: XCOM 2

Verse: general ...? sort of idk

TW/CWs: unhappy regression; self hate

Central's trying so hard.

So very hard but it's late, and he's tired, and he's hungry, and distantly from the quiet hollow streets he can hear the occasional groan and shuffle of the Lost, and and and --

He shakes himself, tries to focus on one of the candles Levy has lit around the apartment, sinks further into his spot on the peeling old loveseat as the other man continues some story about ...

Central isn't really sure anymore, just knows it's made him afraid, that he feels not good and is so entirely alone in whatever this childish fear is.

He fumbles for his flask, takes a drink. Levy goes on, either too deep in the story to notice his audience's lack of attention or so happy to hear himself talk he doesn't care that Central's face twists in something between a frown and a grimace.

God, this is stupid, he thinks. He's a grown man, he shouldn't be scared of some ghost story-- he doesn't even believe in ghosts.

But here he is, wishing for things that he thought he grew out a long long time ago.

Levy comes to a pause in his tale. "Awfully quiet over there, aren't you? Heh, did you fall alseep?"

Central swallows hard, finds there's a lump in his throat. "'M awake," he manages to barely choke out, nearly unable to contain the tremor in it.

The other man resumes his chattering at that.

Central rubs his dog tags between his fingers, and tries to keep the aching in his chest from spreading, to little success. The more Levy talks, the more fear bubbles up, spilling out from his ribcage into his arms, legs, up into his head.

What -- what would the Commander say?

The thought makes him cringe. They'd want no part in whatever you've got going on, answers some part of him untouched by the kiddish anxiety. They'd never look at the you the same.

But they're not here, he thinks back, and it comes out far more needy and lonely and pained than he means it to, even internally to himself.

Suck it up and survive, hisses the first part back.

Central takes a larger swig from his flask now, hoping maybe being drunk will ease the rising childlike paranoia. But when it comes, and he's lying still in the dark, the soft noises of the shambling swarms drifting up through the broken windows, it just makes him sad.

Now he's scared and upset, and whatever the hell this is, this fuzzy youthful thing that feels like maybe in another lifetime would be nice, but right now is horrific, together.

And Central has no one at all.

At least Levy shut up, he thinks tiredly.

It doesn't do much for all the feelings. God, why does he have to feel all of this? When it's this, this muddled headspace between who he is and who he was, it's amplified. It's just too much.

It's all too big.

And Central knows he's supposed to be big. He should be able to handle it. But he can't. Not right now. Not when he is afraid and alone and--

Little.

He's too little.

In his head, Central makes like the Commander is here, because when he's like this, his steadfastness toward them warps into something like parental transference. He hates it, he hates this, he hates himself, but it's phantom arms around him and imagined soft assurances and someone to look after him.

It doesn't help, not really, but at least he can pretend.

Central cries.

The more he tries to hide it the more it comes out, and soon he's snotty and breathless and feeling young in the worst way possible.

There won't be anyone, snarls the part of him that is still somehow everything he should be, everything he's not right now. Not for you.

Central cries harder.

He won't remember it in the morning, not with the way he's going through his store of alcohol, but the hurt will still be a burr in his chest. There will still be a little boy in his heart that sits and wails unloved unloved unloved.

He's been there for decades. And Central still doesn't quite know what to do with him.

He still doesn't quite know what to do with himself.

[maneaterwithtail]

[QUOTE="Psyga315, post: 102141879, member: 341852"]

It's so ironic that you're bashing Fate for being woke but you're putting RWBY on a higher pedestal.

[/QUOTE]

I'm just happy I'm just happy we stopped the suppression/gaslighting campaign that there is no wokeness/problem with how some issues are presented and the audience is being treated as a whole that doesn't necessarily make every objection to the idea or progressive cultural values good but I'm just happy that we finally stopped suppressing it it's like when you're actually talking about what the issue is about rather than really mouthing a rationalization that you have to constantly engaging because no other method is allowed

That said it's arguably be cuz with that sense of fear that has made some of the more attempting to be progressive series so terrible

Take RWBY arguably season 9 should be a reflection season but it should be one where the characters actually pick up their genuine mistakes look at them decide what they did wrong and what they're going to do right in the end

Even if those are mistakes we can't fault them for it's not a bad leader that reflects on failure quite the opposite even if that failure has no fault to it because they are dedicated to doing the right thing and improving themselves and the people that they are trying to lead

The same as The same as even though I know he's completely wrong I'm okay with the blow up at ruby by John or even ruby at her team because at this point she's at the end of her rope she doesn't know what to do and she doesn't understand why the hell she has to do it and she's reached this breaking point much further after everyone else long has

The problem is the artificiality in order to make all of this happen as well as try to give it weight rather than just organically have the characters talk reflect understand each other and grow

The only thing that's kind of sort of organic is John and his involved time travel

With the upcoming season of arcane I really appreciate the fact that we have what is arguably a very progressive story where the drive is between women at the very least we have sexuality and sexual orientation not assume to be traditional and straight

But it doesn't stop on a simple team Jersey ra ra. it's hard to say who the bad guy is in all of this and even if there is a very obvious evil from say a traditional easy to have straw man such as the rich elite you then have to sit down and go okay so how do they fix it and suddenly you're hit with the fact that it's not as easy as kill the rich elite

The one character that acts upon this direct and with no regard to anything else is banana nut crazy

Wait Wait the 2 characters. 1 is called out as immature and damaging the very things she's fighting for and the other is banana nut crazy.

the one who pretends to is an exploitive drug dealing hypocritical groomer Desperate for all the things he envies in others and ultimately only comes to realize what his true goal should have been for the beginning after he's destroyed itOut of the same supposed love that's been driving all of his exploitation.

This is because This is because it's genuinely being political and that politics is about the negotiation between 2 needed will and resources on people who disagree but need each other to come to some sort of outcome and the negatives of when that does not happen or how it is approached

Way to Way too often what we get is propaganda fiction where all you have to do is kill an exaggerated straw man of your opponents and out comes a happy ending.

And more importantly I love killing the idea of destroying the hissing at both sides there are 2 sides of this you need both sides to agree and if you can't do that or you can't engage on how to get 12 the other and what you are advocating for all that you might claim the otherwise is the suppression orAuthority do not have to do that which is a lot more evil than you realize

One of the things that's really scary about nazis last week they were your neighbor or best friend you speak the same language and now they hate you so much that they're willing to kill you for a bunch of stuff that you don't even really understand or thought were good things or just innocent things

But this But this all gets sidestepped for a sort of I found the family that basically gives me everything I want like a changeling fantasy Whose association makes me pure snow because now I'm a victim and that's not responsible for my part and all of the damage that was caused and now can just revel in attacking that which once had authority over me or I was a part of because I will replace those who had authority over me previously

There will be no negative problems to this or if they are they will easily negated let's move on to the love triangle

And that And that's what the Crim Della crim of the c***

It's why I It's why I hate politics and stories because it feels as if it's not actually engaging with the political process or thinking or a person but being a means a political action against the audience and charging them for it

That's just preaching. And the obligation to take part in a luxury product being driven by the same or taking the place of a religious institution or community membership is disgusting