#Wrong Turn fanfic

[cannibalcreepers]

The Hilliker Brothers fucking/eating out S/O on their period?

Sounds like a treat they would love UwU ---------

One-Eye: This man was not shy to show his love to you, from peppering you with kisses, hugging you at every chance he got even if he was covered in guts and blood, he just adored you so much. So seeing you on your period days always made him feel worried for you and every time your period came you had to reassure the sweet, stupid cannibal that you were not bleeding to death. Being on your period sucked for sure, with the aches and pains, but at least being out in nature you could just sit outside in the fresh air, no work life and no society to stress you out. One-Eye always did your portion of the chores anyways, especially if you promised him some sexy time later that day and with how horny you got during these time of the months you were happy to gift this adorable man with some good fucking. Lucky for you though, the one-eyed cannibal had other plans for you once he was finished with the chores. He had grabbed your hand with a mischievous cute smile and pulled you into the forest behind the hut, a blanket tucked under his other arm. When you both were quite deep in the forest, the large man threw down the blanket and was quick to pull you in to hug and attack your face in sloppy kisses, making you laugh as the two of you fell onto the blanket. He was quick in just giving you attention, stopping you from trying to pull at his pants, trying to motion that he wanted this to be about you even though you promised to give him a treat. You were a bit confused at first, wondering what he was planning, but when he began yanking at your pants you felt your cheeks go red. It wasn't the first time you had been eaten out, nor was it the first time he did it while you had your period and it was definitely exciting. You acted the pillow princess while One-Eye worked to remove the lower half of your clothing, just chucking your pants and underwear with the pad aside, sometimes the man was a bit of a grot and would sniff and lick at the blood on the pads but right this moment his mind was only on getting your legs spread so he could dig right in. A gasp left your lips when you felt his hot breathe against your bleeding mound, his fingers spreading the pussy flaps open to start dragging his tongue over red wetness, letting out a pleased hungry groan at how sweet and coppery you tasted. It was the only time he'd get to 'cannibalize' you, though the simple minded man never wanted to hurt you it was no question that all three of the men have thought about how your flesh tasted. So whenever this special moment happened during the months, they took their chance. You knew that once One-Eye was done with you and you both returned to the shack, one of the other men would most likely take you away, after all you were technically 'dating' all three, or so you told yourself. You couldn't think to much about this though as One-Eye was practically munching on your pussy, his teeth gently tugging and dragging over the sensitive folds, nose deep in the pubs as he sucked and licked at your heat, loving how hotter your flesh was during these moments of your life. You could feel your toes curl, head tilted back as you gasped and moaned from the pleasure spreading through your body, one leg now resting over the man's shoulder and back as the other stretched to the side to give him as much access as you could possibly give him. You couldn't even hear him rubbing his pulled out cock with bloody hands over his grunts and sighs, you on the other hand were at your limit, body arching and letting out a final cry as you came against his needy mouth which he greedily lapped up like a hungry animal. He moved of your pussy to lean back and finish himself off with the stroking, looking at your exposed lower body, his drool mixed with your fluids dripping out of your spread cunt, it was like a dream and wonderful dream that he finished himself off with a final stroke and cheekily made sure to spill his hot cum against your thighs.

You gave him a 'are you serious?' stare as you sat up and wiped the cum of your leg with the blanket, playfully slapping him on the chest before pulling him in for a kiss, which he gladly leaned into. You both returned to the hut very happy, just in time to be spotted by Three-Fingers who narrowed his eyes at the both of you, snickering and exposing his teeth as he chased One-Eye off and gently grabbed your hand, it seems you were going to have to go for round two. Three-Fingers: It was like this man could smell the fact you and One-Eye had just done something naughty, the way he was now pulling you to the truck with a scrunched up smirk on his face, the face you had dubbed "I'm going to fuck the shit outa you" look.

He wasn't shy about what he was going to do, though he did want a bit of privacy as he didn't know where Saw-Tooth was and that man had a bad habit of yanking you away from his brothers when he wanted to fuck you, three times he had actually yanked you away while they were balls deep to both you and whoever you were fucking dismay, but no one challenged him, other than you giving him a verbal scolding which he rolled his eyes at.

But at least with the truck, he could shut the doors from inside and Saw-Tooth didn't really want to yank the doors off from their only working vehicle. So you complied easily with Three-Fingers, letting him pick you up and placed you on the front seat while giving you a cheeky kiss, trying to avoid the steering wheel. You were quick to backup until you were against the passenger side door while Three-Fingers took the chance to crawl over you and lock the doors quickly, he wanted to have you all to himself and he wasn't going to be slow about it. The scrawny rat man already knew you were bleeding, way before he got your clothes off, he was a bit disappointed his brother practically cleaned you from the outside but he'd get his taste when sticking his large deformed finger deep inside your wet pussy to give you a good fingering, placing his mouth over your tit a sucking on them, he was quick in pleasuring you and was keen to hear your moans. And moan you did, making sure your legs were spread, though a bit uncomfortable with how you were on the seat, one leg against the steering wheel and the other on the drivers seat. Three-Fingers was relentless with his fingering, going deep inside your body, using the bottom of his palm to rub against your flesh as he large finger curled and moved against the hot bloody walls. Once he was pleased with how much blood accumulated on his large finger, he slipped it out of your hole and quickly placed it into his mouth, you watched as he lapped up the blood and just thinking how he was such a little weirdo for staring into your eyes while he did so. Three-Fingers wouldn't stop there, no he wanted to fuck you silly and fuck you silly he would, as quick as he was undressing you he was quicker whipping out his skinny dick and sliding it into you, giving your legs a break from spreading to wrapping around his bony body. He was already pumping into you, the truck creaking and starting to shake form the motion. Unlike his two bother, Three-Fingers was quick with his thrust, he had so much stamina and backed up with his strength he made your whole body rock with how he fucked you, the sounds of his body and ballsack slapping against your body was loud inside the now heating up truck, both your heaving breathing fogging up all the glass. You were quick to orgasm, having being stimulated before by One-Eye and now Three-Fingers, you were praying to any god that could hear that Saw-Tooth would give you a break tonight as your were going to be one sore and tired bitch the next day. But even when you tightened around the cannibal he didn't stop, he still pumped into you, at times looking down to see how bloody you were making his cock, baring his teeth from excitement and began cackling at how much he was loving this. Once again your body tightened as another orgasm spread over your body, crying out at how your body shivered and shook, this time Three-Fingers followed suit and spilled his seed deep inside your red heat. Biting down over your shoulder hard as he came hard inside you, arms wrapping around you hard as he did his final thrusts. The two of you taking your time catching you breathe, to your luck no other Hilliker brother had bothered you two, lazing inside the truck until Three-Fingers moved to unlock the doors, placing one last kiss on your lips and chittering softly before exiting, leaving you alone and naked to get dressed, very like the man.

Saw-Tooth: You were exhausted, having pleased two Hilliker men was like running a marathon, but it did well in helping with your period as you hadn't gotten a pain spike in a good while, but you also had popped a few painkillers a while back so that probably was what made the day a bit easier too. Though, surprisingly as the day ended, Saw-Tooth was still nowhere to be seen, during your time with One-Eye you had spotted him before Three-Fingers dragged you away napping in his bed, but when you returned after Three-Fingers fucked you, he was missing, possibly out in the forest doing a chore or looking at traps, you weren't quite sure. But you and the two other cannibal brothers were looking a bit worried when it was time for dinner, the plates just being placed down when the large man finally appeared, you didn't ask where he was since he really couldn't respond but there was a happy smile on your face and everyone relaxed. After the meal, One-Eye was quick to just head to bed while Three-Fingers went to go into the storage and look through picture books. While you were left cleaning up the table, you could feel Saw-Tooth staring at you intensely. He was waiting patiently for you to complete your task and look his way, once you did he gestured with his head to the door to follow him, the large beast of a man standing and exiting outside. You were quick to follow, you were no fool to disobey the man, how he towered over you, his presence alone told you he was not someone you fucked with unless it was actual fucking in which he would be the one to always initiate. It was a silent trek, just following the cannibal through the forest, you weren't quite sure where he was taking you, but when you came out to an opening to see a literal bed just out in the grass, a bunch of pillows and blankets that had the perfect view of the starry sky. Now this man wasn't know for his romantical gestures, if anything you were used to just having your clothing pulled and a thick dick up your pussy without any warning. But for some reason Saw-Tooth was feeling a bit giving, and that being some alone time with him under the sky the perfect gift in his mind. You smiled warmly and told him you loved it, reaching out a hand for him to take, which he gently did, pulling you towards him and the bed. The two of you were quick the strip bare and being the larger of you two, Saw-Tooth would be the one to lay down first so you could climb on top of him and straddle his already hardening cock. He didn't care for where you two fucked, it could be the hard ground but tonight he wanted to give you a little something nice with how sore you had been with this whole period bullshit. He wasn't usually the one to eat you out a lot, if anything he preferred it when you sucked him off but tonight he was going to give you a good night and was quick to slide his cock into you bleed cunt. You put your hands on his chest to keep sturdy as he began thrusting and moving inside you, his largeness always made you feel full, he was intensely thick than long but it spread you well and hit you with an amazing pleasure.

you rocked back and forth on his cock, leaning back and staring at the glittery night sky, with how beautiful it was without the noise of the city lights dulling it. You were wetting his cock and fat ballsack with blood, if you looked down it looked like a massacre on his dick but he kept you bouncing on him by holding onto you hips while lifting you up and down as he thrusted, his grunts heavy and loud through the forest. You on the other hand were getting exhausted with the amount of fucking you've had, you were going to be knocked out after this but at this moment the pleasure was the only thing keeping you awake. Your body came three times already and the large man was still pumping into you, your body shaking from how it ached from both pleasure and soreness. But to your luck it would not last forever as Saw-Tooth let out a loud growl and finally spilled inside you, feeling it fill you to them brim and mix with the fluids inside. You were quick to fall off him and his dick, laying in the softness of the pillows, closing your eyes as you let your body rest. But Saw-Tooth was not finished with you, running his mouth and tongue over your body, teeth scraping against skin as he bit your breast and ran his tongue down your stomach, hands kneading into you hips and ass before he placed his mouth against your pussy and began licking. Your eyes shot open at the feeling, a shock indeed as he rarely gave you the privilege of being eaten out by him and you made sure to spread your legs so to give him all the access to your privates. He was Even without his upped lip he was rather good at eating pussy, mostly using his large fat tongue to roll and spread against the wet flesh, not caring he was lapping up a mixture of you blood and his cum. You felt absolutely spoilt getting two of these cannibal men licking at your pussy in the same day, you knew this was not going to happen again for a long time and was going to lavish every moment of attention. It wasn't as long as One-Eye did for you but you had your last orgasm for the day, it wasn't heavily pleasurable but still made your body shiver. You loved the feeling of his large deformed teeth against your sensitive folds, the hot breathe and tongue against the skin. When he was finished he gave your left inner thigh a sharp bite that was definitely going to bruise, your face scrunching up from the pain as Saw-Tooth moved to lay next to you, holding you against him as you both fell asleep under the night sky.

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

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what's wrong with him (based on That Scene in the hit wriolette fanfic Love Will Find A Way, So Will Naked Mole Rats by noxetic)

[lupiinist]

i like the idea that lily is one of the smartest people in hogwarts but she's also just like

very clumsy. she drops things, she trips on air, and she's very unlucky too, gum sticks randomly on her hair (mary or marlene always cuts the tips of her hair every month or so because of that), and everytime something like that happens, she makes an odd sound as she snorts and laughs.

because yes, she's clumsy and unlucky, but she's surprisingly positive about it, she finds everything to be very funny, and mary and marlene are so used to it by now that they're always ready to hold her before she falls, take her out of the way of something that's being thrown, or just hold something she dropped before it breaks.

i like lily being a bit of a mess, let her be a bit of a failgirl as a treat, she's adorable, and she's a genius!!!!

(also, mary can't help but look so, so fond and in love with her whenever lily laughs when she trips on the hem of her robes, like she makes the entire day brighter just by smiling)

[pizzaqueen]

Rest Stop

Written for the prompt ‘rest’ for @steddiemicrofic

387 words / rated T / pre-slash

Recreational drug use

There’s a rest stop on the decommissioned road a little ways out of Hawkins. It’s not a lot of anything, a tin roof over a picnic table, but Steve likes it. Thinks of it as ‘his’ spot, even though Tommy H told him about it. But it’s a good place to be alone. To, well, rest.

And, sure, Hawkins is full of places like that, quiet, empty places, and alone isn’t something Steve likes to be that much, but nights like tonight…

He sighs, tips his beer to his lips. It doesn’t hit him often, but when it does, it’s a restless itch; he can get away from Hawkins, from his house, his job, his nonexistent love life, but he can’t get away from that feeling. Out here he gets close, though.

Tonight, his solitude is short-lived. Footsteps make Steve tense, and a deep voice cuts through the night: “Steve?”

The tension drains; Steve turns. “Hey, Eddie.”

Eddie blinks. “I found you.” He scratches his head, nods at the table Steve’s sitting on. “Mind if I…?”

“It’s a free country.”

“So I’m told.” Eddie’s lips quirk; he sits beside Steve, pulling a joint from his jacket. He waggles it; Steve nods.

“Why were you looking for me?”

An orange flame sparks from Eddie’s lighter, catching the end of the joint. “I wasn’t.” Eddie takes a drag, gives the joint to Steve.

“You said you found me…”

“Don’t have to be looking for you to find you.”

Steve shakes his head. “All right.” He takes a hit, relishing the pleasant buzz, passes it back.

“What brings the valiant Sir Steve out here?”

“I like the quiet.”

“That a hint for me to shut my yap?”

“No.” Steve knocks their shoulders together. “I like listening to you talk.” Why did he say that? He doesn’t really care. Huh.

Surprise flickers over Eddie’s face, but it settles into something pleased. “Good.” He winks. “Because I have plenty of stories to tell.”

After a few moments, Steve says, “Well,” waving his hand, “go ahead.”

Eddie’s eyes sparkle; he starts talking, gesticulating wildly, and Steve realizes the restlessness is gone. Maybe it’s the weed. He’s pretty sure it’s all Eddie.

Okay. Something to look at later. For now, he basks in Eddie’s voice and the easy, restful feeling of being near him.

[keiicom]

Yjh things the Webtoon 'forgot' to mention or to point out bc they hate novel yjh

Warning for vague webtoon spoilers ig?? No spoilery names are named and no unreleased scenarios are mentioned/specified btw but I thought I'd add this warning just in case :)

He waited three days on the bridge for kdj to resurface after he dropped him in the Ichytosaurs mouth. Just. Waited there.

He smiles when Kdj tries his food and says it's good (it's more like a tiny smug smile tbh)

He is a WORRIER. Man worries about everything, but sucks at expressing it through actions bc that's when he's most easily misunderstood. It is EXTREMELY easy to misunderstand his actions unless the other characters ask him what he's doing and why [after he explains, he turns out to be actually really thoughtful tbh]

When he tells 41st round shin yoosung to "quit her blabbering"...he wasn't that harsh in the novel. The line was changed (still don't know why) but originally he said something about not having enough time, and wasn't a complete asshole.

Also during that same arc/scene it was revealed that he woke her up because he genuinely didn't think she'd attack him/be mad at him iirc, so it wasn't him being stupid, just somewhat naive

When Iris called KDJ ugly he actually stepped forward and intimidated her by glaring so she'd stop talking :) because he sensed fighting spirit in her and he decided to react lmao

His eyebrow moves similarly to a caterpillar when he's about to make an important decision (note: kdj points this out in the novel because he's always staring at yjh I swear to god there's proof)

Yjh puts on a 'cool' face when he's been caught or called out after trying to be sneaky (he's SO BAD at being sneaky istg I love this man so much)

He sometimes uses his skills for stupid and petty shit *said lovingly with heart eyes*

He's more likely to give someone/an NPC a quick death than to make them suffer until they die

He always goes along with KDJ's plans, even though Kdj barely tells him ANYTHING about them ever 😭 He glares but still goes along with them I NEED Y'ALL TO UNDERSTAND HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS- /lh

He drags his sword on the ground when he's happy/satisfied with something, or generally in a good mood. Also Loves to clean his sword (I think the webtoon added a scene of him cleaning the sword like. once)

He loves his sister more than anything (we haven't seen a lot of scenes with yoo mia AND yjh in the webtoon yet but I have high expectations for those knowing how much he adores her in the novel)

Mans RUNS to help every time kdj is in danger, unless he genuinely thinks kdj 1) can handle the situation himself or 2) deserves the punishment

He has MONOLOGUES in his head even though he only ever says like two sentences thakrhsjfjb, and is very eloquent when given the chance to explain his thought process/reasoning

[which kdj rarely lets him do. bc he's hellbent on doing the talking and most other characters don't expect yjh to talk anyway]

The hand holding scene that was turned into a weird wrist holding scene? Yes originally they held hands (he wasn't as angry then either)

He's a serial texter and will spam message people

He loves dumplings

He gets jealous when other people monopolize Dokja's attention for too long (also canon, ex: Sangah, [redacted 1], sometimes han sooyoung, [redacted 2], [redacted 3] 💀 and WILL glare at Kdj or demand answers depending on how severe the transgression is)

He's tired. So, so tired.

HE CAN LAUGH

he doesn't let Han Sooyoung live out of pride/not wanting to lose to kdj (???? what even was that). he lets her live because he doesn't want kdj to think poorly of him / alternatively he doesn't want to lose him as an ally. Not everything is about pride with him 🫠

he looks embarrassed after hearing yoo mia tell him he looks "happy when you talk about [kdj]". the narration also gives her statement some credibility, because "she knows him well since she's his sister". but of course they made him look angry instead of embarrassed 🙄 bc god forbid he shows any other facial expression ever

He's nosy (again: said lovingly with heart eyes). You'll notice how even when he pretends not to care, he'll still stick around to see how things develop/gather info on 'important' stuff. If he's not interested, he'll just leave, bc he's the kind of guy to just do that. So if he doesn't leave, even if he's pretending not to care... you see where I'm going with this

He has a sense of humor, believe it or not (though most of the time he's hilarious without meaning to)

When [redacted] asked yoo joonghyuk what his deal was with kdj and why he wanted him in his group he said "kdj is necessary for this world. I need him." but webtoon decided to skip that line 🫠

Yjh says "I guess your mother doesn't like me" instead of this "like mother like son" bullshit, because the second one implies dokja doesn't like him. which couldn't be farther from the truth

Yoo Joonghyuk actually looks distraught when he realizes he's the one that has to kill kdj. To the point kdj has to tell him to not make that face.

He holds him tenderly as kdj falls, and tries to hang onto him as he's dragged away.

I'd add more but the rest is spoilers fhajhrjeka so yeah I'll just wait to see what webtoon does first and I'll update this as they go

[perseabeth]

The Promise of the Wild Sea

< this is not an official fic yet, i had this AU in my mind for a while, and now i got the time to write few parts of it. if the story was to your liking, i might get encouraged to make it an official fic. i’d like to remind you that i do not own any of the characters, as they all belong to the original myths and Rick Riordan. except for the oc Callista. however, i made some alternation in the myths that could benefit my story. i hope you like these changes. also this is a fem!percy version. enjoy reading >

- 1184 BCE, The fallen city of Troy -

Apollo stood in front of Callista’s pyre, the flames not yet lit, his gaze fixed on her lifeless face. Her once radiant beauty now drained, her cheeks no longer flushed with the color of life. Her hair, dark as the starless night, framed a visage that seemed at peace, a peace she had found only in death. Yet, she had stolen his peace with her departure, leaving him hollow and bereft.

With painstaking care, he had smoothed away every bruise, every mark of the cruelty she had endured, wishing to present her to the underworld in the full splendor of her glory. His Callista, his heart. He clutched the two drachmas in his hand, the coins a symbol of her final journey, but to him, they were a cruel reminder of his eternal separation from her. How could he consign her to the underworld, knowing he would be condemned to an eternity without her by his side?

His soul ached with a grief that seemed too vast to contain. With a trembling breath, he placed the drachmas on her closed eyes, sealing her fate, preparing her for her voyage to the underworld. She deserved a realm free from the sorrows of war and the sting of death, a place of peace and light. He swore on his immortal soul that she would find solace in Elysium.

Apollo leaned down, his tears falling like rain upon her serene face, pressing a final kiss to her cold, unresponsive forehead.

“Farewell, my Callista... until we meet again, my angel.”

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The sun god cradled her cheeks in his trembling hands, his soy blue eyes filled with the agony of days spent pleading with his uncle, the merciless lord of death, for this moment. She was there in his embrace, radiant as the true princess she was, her beauty untouched by the shadows of the underworld. Her black hair cascaded down her back like the soft night sky, a dark tapestry embroidered with stars in silken threads. Her eyes, those mesmerizing sea-green eyes, gazed up at him—the very eyes he had yearned to kiss open one last time before cruel fate tore her away.

But nothing unfolded as he had hoped.

"My lord," Callista whispered, her eyes shining with boundless love for the man before her. She wore a white, elegant chiton that clung to her form with an ethereal grace, adorned with a delicate laurel crown—a vision of Trojan royalty. Apollo shook his head, refusing to accept the words forming on her lips. "No, you are coming with me," he implored, tears welling up in his sky-blue eyes, each drop a testament to his anguish. He was begging, pleading for her to return with him to the world of the living.

The princess before him shook her head gently, her gaze unwavering. "No, my lord, I am dead. I am happy here," she said softly. She took his palm, still cradling her cheek, and pressed a tender kiss upon it, as if sealing their fates with that simple, heartbreaking act. "You must respect the rules of death, my love. You must go on and find happiness in the lands of the living."

Her words stabbed his heart, despite the delicateness of her voice, despite the sweetness of her words, and despite the loveliness of her eyes. She was pushing him away, each word like a dagger twisting deeper.

Callista looked at him again, her gaze filled with a sorrowful resolve. "I'm with my family, and you should be with yours. Lord Zeus will not be tolerable when he hears that you brought me back from death."

Apollo tried to reason with her, desperation lacing his voice. "But Uncle Hades has already accepted," he argued, only to be met with another tender kiss on his palm from Callista.

"I'm not letting you get into an argument with your father," she replied softly. She lifted her hand and gently caressed the strand of his hair falling on his forehead. Her melodic voice continued, soothing yet heartbreaking. "You will live on. You will find happiness again, I'm sure."

"My happiness is with you only," he insisted, his voice breaking.

But Callista only shook her head with a sad smile. "That's what you're saying now, because the pain is so new. But trust me, my love... time will go on, life will go on." She looked into his eyes, her determination unyielding. He knew there was no way to change her heart. She gave him a beautiful smile that could have brightened his days if not for their situation. "You did all you could. You made sure I found my final rest in a beautiful place. Now it's your turn to let go... to move on."

Apollo's tears threatened to fall, threatening to drown his eyes. He did the only thing he could do in that moment; he planted a soft, small kiss on her lips, a goodbye kiss filled with all the sorrow of a love that could never be. It was a kiss that spoke of unending longing and the crushing weight of farewell.

He would never force her to do anything. If she was happy, he would be happy, even if it meant an immortal lifetime of his heart shattering every day he remembered that she wasn't waking up next to him.

His time in the underworld was ticking away, leaving him with precious few moments to spare in the arms of his beloved. How cruel fate is, he thought, that even time refuses to grant him a longer respite to find peace in her embrace one last time.

He kissed her forehead once more, a goodbye kiss—the same kiss he had planted on her brow the day of her pyre, the day they consigned her body to the flames in a solemn ritual of farewell. He looked into those beautiful eyes one last time. "I swear to you, I’ll always find you in the stars, in the calm oceans, in the beautiful sunlight, in the warm flames, and in the serene mountains. You will always haunt me, forever haunt my life, Callista."

This earned him a sad smile from her beloved face, and he realized he loved all her smiles except this one. "Who knows, maybe someday you will find me again, amidst the moors or maybe in the wild sea."

He nodded, a silent nod, as a single tear traced a path down his cheek. He kissed her hands one last time and turned his back, leaving his beloved, leaving his heart, leaving the bane of his soul in Elysium, where she belonged. Before he stepped away, he turned to her one last time. "Someday, I’ll find you in the wild sea."

With that, Apollo left the underworld, each step a testament to the immortal lifetime of sorrow that awaited him, a sorrow he would bear for the love he could never truly hold again.

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- December, 2007. New York City-

"And now, sis. Transportation for the Hunters, you say? Good timing. I was just about ready to roll.

"These demigods will also need a ride," Artemis said, pointing to us. "Some of Chiron's campers."

"No problem!" Apollo checked us out. "Let's see... Thalia, right? I've heard all about you."

Thalia blushed. "Hi, Lord Apollo."

"Zeus's girl, yes? Makes you my half sister. Used to be a tree, didn't you? Glad you're back. I hate it when pretty girls turn into trees. Man, I remember one time—"

"Brother," Artemis said. "You should get going."

"Oh, right." Then his gaze landed on me, and his eyes widened with a mixture of shock and recognition, as if he had glimpsed a long-lost memory. The once vibrant blue of his eyes now bore golden freckles, a haunting reminder of his divine nature. "Callista?"

I met his gaze, my heart pounding with confusion and uncertainty. Was he mistaking me for someone else, someone from his past? “No. I mean... no, sir."

Calling a teenager "sir" felt awkward, but I knew better than to offend an immortal. They were known to have volatile tempers, and tended to get offended easily. Then they blew stuff up. and now Apollo seems to be on verge of blowing things up, or me perhaps.

His silence stretched on, his eyes still fixed on me, probing and searching. It was as if he was peering into my soul, unraveling the layers of my being with each passing moment.

Eventually, his gaze shifted to his sister, Artemis, who offered him a subtle shake of her head. Their silent exchange felt like a wordless, deep conversation, conveying a depth of understanding that transcended spoken words. Apollo cleared his throat, breaking the tension that hung in the air, before turning his attention back to me.

His gaze shifted abruptly from sheer confusion to a myriad of emotions I couldn't quite pinpoint. It reminded me of the way my mom once described my reaction to blue cookies or a serene beach—a mix of wonder and longing. Yet, as he looked at me, I saw something more. His eyes, now a crystal-clear sky blue, brimmed with an affection that seemed to encompass the entire world. It was a strange sensation, one that left me feeling oddly nervous, knowing that he was a god who could unleash his power at any moment. If it were anyone else, I might have blushed under their gaze. But facing a god for the first time, unsure if he was friend or foe, left me feeling unsettled rather than flustered.

"Percy Jackson," Apollo's voice cut through the tense silence like a blade. For a moment, it felt as though time itself had frozen, as if I were caught in a web of his penetrating gaze. I nodded silently. Then, without a word, he turned away, his attention shifting back to the group. The weight of his gaze that seemed to convey the burden of centuries, left me unsettled.

"Well!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice again, as if the past few moments were nothing, breaking the silence. "We'd better load up, huh? The ride only goes one way—west. And if you miss it, you miss it."

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i’d love to hear your opinion about this.

[cfffrk]

WW2 AU

PART 1

(+2scetches)

One September day, B. Wooster found out about Jeeves' disappearance from Aunt Dahlia's telegram.

Early summer of 1940. Bertram Wooster was completing his studies at an aviation school. At the same time his faithful valet, Jeeves, temporarily went to the service of the already mentioned relative at Brinkley Court and became the second jewel in the staff of servants besides the highly talented cook Anatole.

Due to the straitened financial situation of Uncle Tom, who complained more and more about the increasing taxes, the dearest aunt had to take forced measures and fire a few servants. She wanted to make a small sacrifice, and it might have been enough if one day her stingy husband had not cut the already small wages of the remaining servants. Many of them had applied for dismissal after that, and they were quite understandable.

This radical decision, although to a lesser extent, also affected Jeeves. Nevertheless, he continued to be a professional. He fulfilled his basic duties and often helped her, and her old friends get out of troubles.

Within a few months of Jeeves' work, they had become friends. Bertram almost felt like a third wheel in this idyll when he came to visit and boast of his achievements. Aunt Dahlia treasured her new valet and his unrivalled intelligence, and often jokingly promised in letters to her nephew that Jeeves would be returned safe and sound.

That was why she was seriously worried when Jeeves went missing. One clear day in early September, an elderly relative had let him go to London on his own business. In addition to this, it was Jeeves' duty to check on their good old Berkeley Mansions flat from time to time and keep it clean, so he planned to finish his business by evening and stay in the city overnight. He was supposed to return early the next morning. But that never happened. Not in two days. Not in three.

That night London was bombarded.

Something seemed to snap and collapse inside Bertie when he learnt that the search for Jeeves had been fruitless. Neither his relatives nor his club could shed any light on his mysterious disappearance.

The dark thoughts from which Bertram had fled during the day caught up with him at night. He would toss and turn on the hard bed, thinking of Jeeves's fate and replaying happy memories of their past, and in the daytime, tired and broken, he would give his duty to his country.

The whole situation seemed strange and unreal to him. The only thing that was found out for sure was that no one appeared in the apartment that miraculously survived the monstrous raids that day. It was dusty.

A couple of months had passed since the tragedy that divided Bertie's life into before and after. The war continued. He was learning to adjust to his new reality.

Sometimes he managed to carve out some free time and pop into London for a bit. The city where he had lived more than a third of his life was in ruins. The familiar places where he used to meet his friends and have a good time were empty.

Your humble servant avoided going into that very flat. There were too many vivid memories of that place, which painfully and mercilessly squeezed Bertram Wooster's poor skull. Indeed, the most precious person in his life had been living at his side all that time.

But still, as the sole and responsible owner of his property, he had to overpower himself. He had to go in and make sure that everything was all right. And one such day Bertie found himself there, in their former cozy home.

He walked in and looked around the living room: a layer of dust covering almost everything, furniture wrapped in covers, and only a few of his own things that he had left or forgotten here. The piano was covered with a cloth. Unbearably quiet and lifeless. There was nobody else to keep order here, nobody else's hand to create the home comfort. Sorrowful feelings pressed upon his chest.

He looked all over the flat. Almost all of it. There was only one room left to check.

After a moment's hesitation, Bertram pulled himself together and went into Jeeves's room. He had only glimpsed it from inside before. It was modest and not as spacious as his bedroom. Wooster sat down on the perfectly made bed, looking at what little was left of his dear friend, guide, and philosopher. His eyes rested on the various books dusting the shelves and cupboards.

He recognized one of them. It was the volume of Spinoza's writings he had given Jeeves for his birthday. No doubt Jeeves had read it all. As the rest of the books in the room. Bertie remembered his politely grateful smile and how he had clearly decided that this fellow deserved a whole library of those Spinozas.

He got out of bed. The code of the Woosters did not allow him to touch other people's things (even if those things belonged to a man who might never come back into his life), but something outweighed the young master's unwavering principles that day.

He didn't even notice how he left the flat with the book in his hands.

Of course, this sort of talisman invariably occupied a place in his suitcase. Though he had endeavored to handle the book with care, it had become tattered with the passage of time. Bertram often held it in his hands, flicked through the pages, ran his eyes over the neat pencil notes of its former owner. It calmed him a little in the most difficult moments of his pilot practice. He didn't understand anything about philosophy, but he treasured this book too damn much.

When they reunited, they were about a year away from the end of the war. The house with their previous flat was in a state of emergency damaged by the recent bombing raids, so Jeeves looked for a new flat for them while his employer was still undergoing treatment.

It happened some time later after their move-in. Jeeves was doing his household chores while the young master followed him around and chattered about anything that came into his head. It would have annoyed anyone, but not Jeeves.

You see, he had been abroad for a long time. However, he was not on holiday. Against his will, he was assigned important tasks and missions which he had to fulfil if he did not want to lose his freedom, his successful career, his reputation, his family, and friends. The special promise of making one particular person's life unbearable also left him no choice.

Every day, Jeeves felt like he was sitting on a powder keg: at any moment, a surprise inspection could come through the doors of his headquarters. A highly undesirable event for a man who kept fake documents, weapons, and encrypted data transmission devices in his flat. But all possible escape routes had been carefully worked out and memorized: Jeeves was always prudent. Otherwise, he had to have time to take a special pill before he found himself tied to a chair in a small interrogation room.

Keeping his charm and politeness, he was effective in getting the right information from the right people. His knowledge of psychology and accumulated experience of working with people helped him in this.

Jeeves' missions were rarely close to failure. His life depended on it.

The slightest mistake could have been fatal to him. Of course, he had learned much about the country during his training to pass for a typical Frenchman. His French had been practically flawless even before, which only made his life easier. But still somewhere in the back of his mind was the fear that he would be exposed for the smallest inaccuracy.

Jeeves lived under a false identity with a fake life story. He changed outwardly and inwardly. His gait, the way he spoke, his body language, his facial expressions. He had complete control over his body. Especially his gaze, which could tell a lot about his thoughts. It was exhausting.

After a long time of living in this way, he began to have trouble sleeping: he slept very little and sensitively or could not fall asleep at all.

He rarely had any dreams during the restless hours when he was able to fall asleep. Sometimes he had nightmares. But they were not about him. They were about Mr Wooster. Same scenario: church, flowers, closed coffin. Then it would slowly open from the inside. And Jeeves would wake up in a cold sweat.

On sleepless nights, he was also tormented by thoughts of his former employer. Where was he now? Was he all right? Was he even alive? How did he feel about his disappearance? Would he want to see him again...?

Jeeves felt his mind, which he relied on in the most critical situations, begin to fail.

Meeting his employer again and doing the household chores for him, he felt himself slowly getting his head in order. He was enjoying the much-anticipated company of Mr Wooster. It soothed him and made him feel at home.

Jeeves opened the closet to put the ironed clothes in it. The young master standing next to him had been lost in the chatter and missed the moment when he should have pulled him back. In the next moment Jeeves had pulled the ruined book out of the wardrobe the same way as he pulled out foreign clothes. By the title of the book, he thought at first that his master was interested in serious literature. But on closer look and leafing through the book, he realized that it was his own.

Bertie watched it silently with his eye wide open. He couldn't just get rid of it, but at the same time he was ashamed to return a book in such a terrible condition to its owner. He planned to buy the exact same one soon, but until then, this volume of essays would be safely hidden away. But here his innocent secret was revealed. Jeeves looked at him with a silent question in his eyes.

He tried to justify himself, but this particular Wooster was a bad liar. Especially when the pent-up feelings were starting to overwhelm him. Jeeves often let his employer fool him about little things, but they both knew very well that it was actually impossible to do this. A couple of precise laconic remarks and B. Wooster found himself disarmed. He took a breath of air and began to speak.

Jeeves listened patiently to his poor master with a mask of calmness pulled over his face and dared not interrupt.

He was sorry. He was deeply sorry for the pain he had caused Mr Wooster and his dear people by his forced departure. However, Jeeves spoke little and reluctantly about what he had been doing in recent years and did not tell anyone about the very reasons for his disappearance. This information could have caused a lot of trouble.

And Bertram realized it. His Jeeves could not just disappear for no reason, he was sure of it. But sometimes, in the deep sleepless night, a wild guess would cross his weary mind. What if Jeeves had run away, had simply abandoned him? Of course, Bertie had scolded himself for such thoughts in the mornings then. And today when Jeeves prepares breakfast for him, reminds him to take his medicine, and helps him to dress, that idea seems to him on the verge of sanity. But then he was quite capable of finding irrefutable evidence in all sorts of little things. At that time, he did not know what to think: the search for the injured had ended, Jeeves remained on the list of missing persons.

Bertram stood before him and could find no more words. But words were no longer needed. Jeeves looked at him with bright, penetrating eyes and the silence that settled in the room was filled with peace. Jeeves was truly touched. He felt a huge boulder fall from his soul.

It seemed now, as his employer lowered his head dejectedly and hid his wet eyes from him, they had the perfect moment to dot the «i».

It's been a long day.

Of course, this book stayed in their new flat and became a symbol of something important for them. Bertram, Jeeves' poor love, had indeed taken desperate measures then.

However, Jeeves pointed out that such measures would no longer be necessary.

For now, he would be there for him. He came back.

[ravenlocksentwisted]

Steve has changed, Bucky thinks.

When the Winter Soldier was unthawed (over and over again), there were always expectations. By the time they put the man who had been Bucky Barnes into cryo for the first time, he did his best to meet them. Deviations were punished. The instructions weren't always clear, but they were convincing.

Now, that man is clapping his long lost friend on the back. He sends a backhanded complement at Sam, who gamely shows teeth and returns fire. It's a dance, falling into the expectations of the things they should be, and Natasha sends Bucky a look as the rogue Avengers depart on another jetsetting adventure.

Steve's demeanor is grim now. He's always quick with a retort, and he's contrary as ever, but something niggles at the back of Bucky's mind. Shuri showed him the high school PSAs, laughing at the hypocritical bullshit American schools were willing to feed their teenagers. Bucky agreed it was ridiculous, but mostly because he knew Steve.

Bucky Barnes had always been willing to play the role society assigned him. The Winter Soldier had been more of the same. But Bucky would never have thought his best friend would ever twist himself into something that other people wanted him to be.

Bucky wonders what the expectations were when Steve Rogers was unthawed.

[delta-pavonis]

OKAY. OKAY.

HEAR ME OUT.

Hellknight!Hob wearing this. Chest hair and tiddies out, full happy trail, all of it...

Of course, I think about that, and that inspires a ficlet. And then that ficlet turns dark. So... *shrug* *shoves new baby out in the world*

Rated T

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The first time Hob sees Dream is when the latter has the audacity to enter the Morningstar's realm. He watches as the Dream King intimidates Squatterbloat into bringing him to the Palace. The demon is stupid and gullible, easily swayed, and Hob has a mind to bury his morningstar in the moron's fleshy head, but he would rather observe the visitor and his raven from the shadows.

Hob trails them, the straps of his armor expanding and morphing to cover his body with the mottled charcoals and midnights that are the palette of Hell. Squatterbloat leads the King in a circuitous route to their destination, passing a cell whose occupant not only commands the attention of the sovereign of the Dreaming, but whose pleading pains him. Curious.

He follows the pair of black figures beyond their guided tour, all the way into Lucifer's Hall, sliding unnoticed through the crack in the main doors. Hob is good at his job. He hadn't been successful at being a bandit and cutthroat in life for nothing.

Hob takes a place in the long shadows of one of the pillars and observes.

Apparently the Lord of Dreams and Nightmares is here in Hell to retrieve his helm, one of his important symbols of office. And of course it is some overly ripe idiot like Choronzon who has it. Sometimes Hob just wants to kill them all and promote new individuals to the positions of power, sometimes the house can't be cleaned, it needs to be razed and rebuilt.

But what is truly awe-inspiring is watching the battle between Dream and the Morningstar themself. The Dream King wins, although not handily. It makes the victory even more impressive. Hope. Of fucking course. Hob is quite sure that he has never seen the Lord of Hell so visibly angry in all his 600 plus years in the underworld.

Helm secured and confidence restored, the Lord of the Dreaming is proud and... well, he is incredibly beautiful. He is sharp angles in soft greys and blacks, luminous white skin draped in flowing ink, spikes of hair wafting against gravity.

Curiosity getting the better of him, Hob follows Lord Morpheus and his raven back outside. They walk slowly through the barren, twisted landscape, calculated and careful. Imperious.

Hunger ripples down Hob's spine. He wants.

The Lord stops, body going more still than death. "I am here in my official capacity as King of Dreams and Nightmares. You have followed me for long enough. Show yourself, fiend."

The Dream King's voice is so much deeper and darker than Hob expected and now it is directed at him and it goes directly to his cock. He decides to drop any pretense all at once.

Hob has no shame as he steps out from hiding, the shadow-plates sliding back and leaving him in what really amounts to a series of leather straps and a loincloth, buckled to accentuate the triangle of his torso and the strength in his chest, with sleeves from biceps to palms. The Knights of Hell need no metal protection - they shield themselves in darkness and guile - and so Lucifer Morningstar gives them intangible weapons: the ability to inspire lust and envy as much as wrath. He drops his physical weapon and holds his hands out to his sides.

"Dream King," Hob inclines his head. "I am not here to harm, nor am I here at the behest of my Lord, the Lightbringer." He meets the King's piercing blue eyes and has to grit his teeth to hold in a gasp at how sharply they cut into his breast.

That look trails from Hob's head to his toes slowly, then back up. Judging. Assessing. "So why do you dog my steps, Hellknight?"

He shrugs and takes a step forward. There is no reason for Hob to not be bold. He has long been dead. He has been a resident of Hell and served the Devil themself, has lived that fate worse than death, for almost seven centuries. He has, quite literally, nothing to lose.

So Hob nudges a the magic at his disposal into the cant of his hips, the tilt of his head, the purse of his lips. He lowers his eyelids and takes another step towards the luminous being of black and white before him. "I merely wish to look my fill before I can no longer."

"Bossss..." The raven flies a nervously tight circle above them. He is summarily ignored.

"You wish to more than look, Hellknight, for I can taste your dreams." The Lord of Nightmares snarls as he takes multiple steps to get into Hob's personal space. "You dare-"

Hob laughs loud enough to interrupt him and those ice shards widen in shock. "Oh, yes. I dare." He steps up once more and now their faces are within inches of each other. "How do you think the Morningstar trains their knights? Do you think there is anything you could do to me that would be worse than 700 years of this?"

The resonant chuckle that curls across Hob's skin should probably worry him, but he cannot muster such sense when he is watching the pupils of the Dream King's eyes bleed black outwards, eclipsing his eyes entirely, and wholly captivating Hob. "Lucifer Morningstar's sins often get in the way of their... creativity."

A pale hand shoots towards him and Hob braces for impact, for pain.

He gets nothing of the sort.

Fingers that are the coolness of a lake in summer skate with hedonistic gentleness across Hob's cheek. The palm cups Hob's jaw sweetly. Honeyed breath caresses Hobs lips before they are pressed together. Then he is being kissed with the fondness and warmth of a dear lover.

And that is when Hob realizes that he has vastly miscalculated.

Against his better judgement, Hob is lost to the tide of it. The softest touch of tongues morphs into lazy familiar licks, mapping Hob's mouth as if to memorize, immortalize.

The King of Dreams pulls away and Hob is left panting and hazy.

"I touch you, I kiss you, as I would a lover, as I would my beloved." The King whispers it like a benediction. Hob gasps at the horror that settles into the marrow of his bones. "And never will you feel it again."

And then he is gone.

Hob watches, frozen, as each stride the King takes covers miles. It is only when they have disappeared over the horizon, both Lord and Raven, that Hob realizes tears are streaming down his face.

[lilacthebooklover]

fallen hero headcanons & theorising my beloved

[cannibalcreepers]

That's understandable, I mostly put s/o as an outsider cause they're more a selfinsert for the reader (why i stay away from descriptions and pronouns unless requested lol) So a cannibal hunter would be more an oc. But, lets say they came across another one of them, would definitely be something >w> --------------

The three cannibal brothers had never really come across other people that were like them or their family, all they knew were each other and their other brother and sister a bit further away with their children, along with the brothers father, but outside their family? Never. So the shock all three had when they found someone like them was definitely something. They had spotted the lone woman when driving through their home path, walking alone in the forest with a bow and bundle of arrows over one shoulder and a grubby bag over the other. They couldn't see much about her other than she was a bit taller than most outsider women they would hunt, she seemed a bit unkept but that could be simply from being lost. It was time for a hunt, the three couldn't say no to an easy meal like this. So they stopped the truck and jumped out to begin the stalking. At first they actually lost the woman, unlike most that would have some sort of clean or flowery scent, this one had nothing, there was nothing but the smell of dirt and earth, as well as no strands of clothing or hair as though she knew how to walk through a forest without any of the branches grabbing at her. But the youngest, Three-Fingers, having to climb up one of the tall trees to get a better view spotted the top of her dark hair and whistled like a bird to get the attention of his brothers. To his surprise, the lady had stopped walking and was looking around, did he not make a convincing bird whistle? Or was her behavior unrelated and she just heard something else? Either way he took a mental note and made his way down to his brother to continue the hunt. It didn't take long for them to catch up, they knew this mountain well and knew how to get through it quickly to capture their prey. Now they were at a closer distance they could see what this stranger looked like properly and this was when surprise finally hit them the most. The woman looked like she could possibly be related to them and it actually started making them second guess their family tree for a second. She was wearing oversized loose overalls that looked to be more for a man and a lightly blood splattered floral button up. Now seeing the raggedy bag she was carrying, it looked to be a bit soaked and the boys could smell the copper blood from where they were, her hair was very tangled and wiry, only shoulder length and having poorly cut bangs as though copying pictures she had seen of other women. A scar on the left side of her lip pulling up skin to be in a forever half-sneer, a few blemishes on her neck to her right ear that looked like she had a large bumpy birthmark and what looked to be her right index formed into her thumb, an odd mutated birth defect possibly, which just meant she had nine fingers all up. She still hadn't become aware she was no longer alone, or if she did the lady was definitely not showing she knew. The three boys looked to each other, a few chittering and grunts, communicating between each other on if they should approach or continue following to see if there were more people just like her.

They agreed, or Saw-Tooth and Three-Fingers agreed, that they would follow with One-Eye just happy to do whatever, seeing such a pretty thing he definitely wanted to get close to her. So followed they did, each one of the men were excited, even Saw-Tooth if he didn't show it and glowered at how noisily giggly the youngest was being. The stranger was traveling for quite a while in the mountains, but the brothers noticed how closer to their other siblings they were than their own home and it was starting to make them wonder if this woman was some secret child to them possibly? But she seemed much older than Brother and Sister, this idea went away as she started to go down a rocky path that faced away from their other siblings home. It was late in the afternoon when they saw she was approaching a lone hut by a rocky river, close to a waterfall, hidden by the rocks and trees. She definitely didn't know she was being followed and seemed to be alone which was a mix of disappointment and excitement, disappointed in the fact that there wasn't going to be more possible families like them but exciting that there wasn't going to be any possible dangerous interactions that could end up with the boys getting in trouble, but they knew they still had to be careful if this woman was like them, it could mean she was just as vicious and dangerous. They waited from afar for a little while, watching the entrance of the lone hut. It would be Three-Fingers to approach first, he was the fasted of the three in case things went south, the other two watching from afar by the river, they wanted the woman to see all of them for different reasons, one being that she was not being ambushed and the other that she was outnumbered incase she decided to attack.

The smallest brother leered by the window, trying to peer through the ratty curtains and sheets but seeing nothing but darkness, he stepped up close to the door and reached to open it when it slammed forward, almost smacking his pointy nose and there she was, eyes staring at the scrawny cannibal, a frown on her lips as she grumbled a "What?"

For once the gremlin man had his tongue caught, he was only slightly taller than her, barely an few inches and it surprised him even more that she could form words, unlike his siblings with Pa being an exception of being able to say a few words, no one else really spoke. He gestured to himself and then his two older brothers watching from the river, before gesturing to her, chittering and grunting slightly as his way of asking 'Are you one of us?' The woman looked at him with discomfort, then peered over to the two brothers and back at him. She didn't entirely understand, but this wasn't the first time she had been around non-verbal mutants, but it had been a long time since she'd been with any due to past situations. She knew who these men were, who their whole family were, not personally but she had seen them from time to time, them and that old man who she guessed was either their father or grandfather, maybe even uncle, to be honest she didn't care and did her best to avoid them as they seemed violent and aggressive. Had she had her own family then she'd be more than happy to approach them, but the fact they followed and approached her changed things, what was she supposed to do now. "I'm...." She looked back at the pointy nosed cannibal "Cheb. Not your family, other family on mountain, far side. But gone" She motioned, pointing west, which Three-Fingers looked towards, so there were others, but now they're gone, a shame really. He turned to gesture his two brothers over, to the displeasure of Cheb, she made a bit of an annoyed look and quickly added "Stay out here. Will make food" That got a grin and pleased chuckle from the scrawny man, food always sounded good. Once the other two brothers came over, they waited outside by the door until she returned with two chairs, guessing what she was planning Saw-Tooth grabbed both and placed them by what he assumed was the fire pit close to the rocky river. He would help this woman with each chair she brought out, Cheb motioning the men to sit as she started the fire and went back inside for the meat, not wanting to feel like he was being unhelpful One-Eye quickly shuffled to grab some dry sticks and logs to keep the fire going while Three-Fingers stacked some extras nearby. Finally when the boys sat, waiting for Cheb to return, they were looking around wondering how they had never seen her before until today, how they had never found this hut before, neither them or their other two siblings and their children had ever known she existed, she did well in keeping herself hidden. One-Eye was not thinking this though, instead he was thinking how pretty and nice she was to feed them and couldn't wait to see what they were going to eat. To his joy, it was a perfectly cut arm and leg strapped to their own metal beams, Cheb put the two pieces of human meat over the fire and created a spit, handing each man their own plate with a sharp knife and fork, not saying a word but there was a small amused smile as though a funny memory graced her mind. It was awkwardly quiet, she didn't know what to say and the brothers couldn't say anything other than stare, each one looking at her with curiosity and interest. As a way to rid of the silence, the eldest Saw-Tooth grunted loudly to get her attention and pointed to her and then the meat on the spit, his way of asking where she got it. She smiled a little, her scarred side lip lifting to show damaged teeth, telling her story about how she hunted and killed the person they were now eating. This was the start of something new for them all, either an alliance, friendship or possible romance was a considerable chance in the future with how smitten One-Eye was becoming from each word that came from this woman's mouth, Saw-Tooth and Three-Fingers would take an extra few days or even weeks but a desire would grow towards her. For Cheb, she didn't know it then but she was with her future family that would always be by her side.

[pezberrywhoreee]

'In a predicament'

pairing: dom!regina george x sub!cady heron

words: 2,970

content warning: hardishdom!regina, sub!cady, bdsm, d/s dynamic, power dynamic, bondage, shibari, predicament bondage, gags, sensory deprivation, light impact, sensation play, mindfuck, degradation, mocking, praise, coming untouched, hands free orgasm, corruption, power dynamic and headspace study

summary: "give yourself to me"

a/n: here is some refs for the tie, i promise the visual helps!!! its sfw, clothes are fully on the victim :D [[tie ref]], also regina would never have time for rope bondage but everything that i write is self indulgent...so move on. wrote half of this in headspace, so i apoligise if it's too intense

A malicious chuckle resounded in the bound girl's ears, making her tense slightly at the clearly satisfied sound.

"Struggle" the blonde commanded in her presumably standing position as her voice came from further away than just moments ago when she was straddling the girl's back as well as moving by her sides.

A soft whimper left Cady before she attempted to flex her legs which were both tied at the bend of her knees, the scratchy rope binding her calves to her thighs relentlessly.

She reveled in how the chill air washed over her bare body, the contrast of the air against the heat between her spread thighs slowly making her head spin.

Simultaneously, on her front against the soft carpet, she wiggled as she tried to lift and spread her arms with little success. Cady was instructed to grab the other forearm behind her back as her chest made contact with the ground.

The small girl sighed in content after her arms were tied to one another, the rope dragging around the top of her chest and back around her frame awakening that familiar security and sensory euphoria that rope often invoked her.

Each pull of her legs in the opposite direction acted like a pulley system as the thigh binds were tied to the bottom of the chest harness, securing the girl into a permanent hog-tie.

Regina smirked down at her with a deep hunger in her eyes, her bottom lip between her teeth as she took in her work, how the girl was already presenting how small she was in the blonde's eyes.

The light tread of heel clad feet circled around Cady's body which elicited a shiver in the bound girl. Cady could feel proud eyes burning into her naked back, the thought of Regina's gently threatening gaze sending a large wave of arousal through her helpless body.

The girl was practically addicted to how easily the blonde could make her feel so small and insignificant. Little things such as now as she literally laid by her feet, physically putting space between each other and being looked down on predatorily made her mind start to leak out of her cunt.

There was no world where she felt that she could ever get tired of the feeling of being overpowered, of having someone better think for her and tell her how to feel.

The sound of Regina's heels faded out and came back as she went to retrieve an accessory from nearby, slowly prancing back to the restrained girl who practically felt hypontised from the repeated clacks coming from all around her.

"Hold still~" the blonde hummed as she knelt down by the girl's head as she held the considerably weighty leather. She roughly grabbed at the girl's hair to lift up her head for better access, forcing her neck back uncomfortably as the rest of her body naturally pulled towards the ground.

Cady felt a leather panel be placed on top of her mouth, leather straps securing it around her head and being tightened comfortably.

Similarly, the panel of the head harness held a fastening strap in an 'A' shape, the leather attached to the muffling gag and framing the nose as the material came together into a single strap that was pulled to the back of the girl's head.

The loose leather was pulled into a buckle on the harness' lower strap, tightening the gag to Cady's lithe head.

Regina let go of the girl's hair quickly, her head falling limp with a whimper that was now beautifully muffled.

The blonde stood back up to her previous position, admiring the view of the now still girl. Idly she returned to circling around her, the tapping of her shoes once prompting Cady to let her eyes falls shut, the lack of sight adding to her already sensory deprived state.

She always found that just listening to the blonde without distraction would make her feel the most present in the scene, but more importantly in her body.

The smug smile on Regina's face deepened as she watched the slight rise and fall of the girl's back as her breath gently passed through her, her attempts at relaxing her body in the unnatural position endeared the blonde.

Cady felt her skin tingle at the continuous flow of low chuckles that came from the blonde, each tone filled with malice and hunger. If Cady had been in a more conscious space in that moment she would have registered that Regina had considered every little action that would cause a reaction in the tied girl.

"You're so pretty like this" the blonde purred, her eyes taking in every inch of Cady's body, how the natural rope clung onto her body with just the right amount of tension for the girl to never forget that it was there.

The blonde bent at the hips to run her fingers along the rope that bound Cady's thighs, feeling the braley conditioned scratch of the rope against her fingertips.

Cady waited intensely for her fingers to slip and to finally feel her on her skin but the moment never came, only a light pressure present as her fingers explored her rope work.

A muffled 'thank you' was softly pushed against the gag which was followed by another pleased giggle from the standing girl.

Regina slowly sauntered over to retrieve a toy from nearby, feeling its weight in her hand as she ran her hand along its length. As she made her way back to the girl on the floor, she roughly placed a booted foot in between Cady's tensed shoulder blades.

Cady groaned against the gag at the new pressure that pushes her into the ground further. She couldn't help the whimper that left her as a sharp heel dug into the soft skin of her back, another wave of arousal rushing through her and landing in her stomach.

Cady's breathing picked up slightly at the sudden action, the action so simple yet so effective in making her feel unimportant.

The blonde hummed with a growl coming from the depths of her throat. The sight of her girl squirming literally under her boot with her favourite toy ghosting over her upper back and the little gasps leaving her was more than enough to start to push her into headspace.

Regina noticed that her eyes would simultaneously grow more focused as well as fall half shut as the physicality of this specific dominance came over her. Her voice would fall deeper and come from the chest as she gave commands and tormented the girl.

This deep-rooted feeling to possess and comfort the girl in a way that would come out as mocking and pushing her into an inferiority clouded Regina's mind, the feeling physically prominent at the back of her head, almost like a pressure as utter control took over her.

Controlled eyes zoned in on the small rectangular flap of leather that caressed Cady's back around where the girl's foot pushed against her. She watched as goosebumps awakened in the tracks of the cool material, the surface rather compact yet still was able to build the tension of how the blonde was about to use it.

A gasp left the bound girl as the crop was brought down against her, a short sting biting at her skin. Regina struck the girl with the implement a couple more times along her shoulders, red tinted marks appearing on her pale skin after firmer strikes.

Regina gently ghosted her fingertips against the irritated skin, the girl in turn arching away at the tickling sensation that did not harmonise with the tingling in her body.

"You're so small—" the blonde started as she eased her weight off of Cady and moved to stand by her side. She laid the head of the crop against the small of her back, dragging it along the souple skin unnotably. "—I could do anything that I wanted...you realise that right?" she continued in a low purr.

Cady gave a small nod along with a whimper, fighting her hips from bucking into the ground to hopefully get some pressure on her aching clit.

"You like that thought, huh?" Regina taunted as she brought the toy to caress over the girl's ass and reveling in how responsive she was in her heightened state, her hips jumping and then pushing towards the contact.

Cady had naturally been trained to fall into a depth of submission that Regina had never seen before with other subs. It was a unique trance-like state that danced between a complete brain-dead condition and an urge to do anything the blonde said but without knowing why. It was usually deepened by a certain tone of the girl's voice that never failed to tickle her brain.

Regina had never used hypnosis which ultimately contributed to her power trip of being able to cause such brain fog with such little action. Though in reality she knew that Cady experienced an amplified sense of submission from certain types of scenes, sensory deprivation being the most notable one.

The growingly mindless groan in place of a verbal answer indicated to the blonde that her girl was slowly easing into that part of herself that connected to somewhere deep in her psyche.

"You're doing so well already—letting me play around in your mind" she hummed in that same tone that gradually broke down the girl's mind to its natural, animalistic state. The fold of leather traveled to the back of Cady's thighs before slowly inching its way along her inner thighs.

Regina touched every inch of skin that she could reach, the warmth of the girl's skin freshening as the implement was easily dragged across it.

Just as she relaxed into the touch she felt her breath hitch sharply as multiple strikes were delivered against her sensitive thighs, the sting instinctively making her pull at her binds while trying to close her legs.

More hums came from above as the blonde brung the crop down against reddening skin repeatedly, unpredictably going between swatting at the girl and soothing the skin with gentle touches.

"Such a good, easy girl" she purred as she slid the crop to ghost along the girl's cunt, smirking at the at the instinctive reaction to pull away which was quickly battled by the desire to push into the contact.

"I know exactly what you want—" the blonde hummed vaguely. Her words threatening in nature through their caring disguise. "and you don't." she mocked, fleetingly ran the toy along her very inner thighs before walking towards the girl's head, dragging the crop up her body on her way.

Regina sat in front of Cady, her leather clad legs framing her partially visible face. Grabbing her chin and forcing eye contact, "So let me play with you" she whispered. The passion behind her words completely conveyed through her persistent eyes, a deep sadistic care surrounding her aura.

They held that silent eye contact for a long minute, energy in its purest from being passed between them. The blonde physically felt the power that Cady was offering to her enter her body. "Give yourself to me~" she purred in another whisper, her tone could only be described as biting.

A shiver ran through the bound girl. her eyes slamming shut at the overwhelming quality that Regina's gaze held, the feeling going straight to her pussy as she felt her body reacting to the heightened intimacy, her cunt starting to slowly leak down her thighs.

Regina moved both her hands to cup the girl's jaw, soothingly touching her face as her expression shifted to condescending pout as she waited for Cady to blink her eyes back open.

A soft laugh left her when her hand mindlessly traveled onto the side of the girl's head and she nuzzled into the touch. Even through her harness covered face the blonde could tell that she was fully in her element, slipping into that blissful submission.

Cady felt so connected to her body in that moment, specifically her breathing and the slight pressure of the ground against her chest. Dull ripples of arousal consistently ran through her which were accompanied by little whimpers, her hips barely noticeable undulating as feeling took over her mind.

"My insignificant girl" she returned to her low tone as her intently lidded eyes bore into the girl's body. Watching every single change of her face as she let her push against her touch, her arms struggling against their binds to be able to make the blonde feel as good as she was feeling.

Cady felt her eyes flutter behind relaxed lids at the blonde's words, a sweat breaking out in her body at the descriptor of her value. She felt the girl climbing into her head and there was not one part of her that had the power nor the want to push her out.

The blonde's face held an utmost amount of seriousness when the girl felt ready to blink her eyes open once more. She stared up at her with those desperate, tired eyes that instantly landed in the blonde's core, that being the exact look that she painfully craved to elicit.

"Let me make you feel—good" the hazey girl mumbled into the gag, pushing out of Regina's touch and trying to nuzzle her head between the girl's thighs, an intense need to please the all powerful girl in front of her.

Regina shushed her with a smirk, letting her rub her head against her covered cunt and thighs. Quiet pleads were pushed out of Cady's lips, the blonde ignoring all her attempts to try and get free and touch her.

"Shhh—let me think for you, baby" Regina hummed as she hesitantly grabbed at Cady's head to pull her away from her body, making her look into her strong eyes.

"You don't know what you want" the blonde said with a condescending smile, stroking the girl's face like she pitied her inferiority.

The small girl let out a groan from the depths of her chest, the sound vibrating against the leather against her mouth. She felt her jaw slack as she no longer made effort to hold her head up, the weight of her head falling into the blonde's hands.

Regina let out a chuckle that could only be described as sadistic as she saw deep blue eyes disappear into the back of her head. Her own eyes would momentarily catch attention of how Cady brainlessly rolled her hips into the air, searching for any pressure that she could find.

As yearning eyes came back around to their barely open state, they instantly sought out the controlling ones that she knew were already looking at her.

She slowly blinked as low, authentic moans spilled out of her hanging jaw, her eyes never breaking contact as she fell deeper into the trance the blonde had her in.

"It doesn't matter what you want". It would've taken Cady aback in any other situation to feel herself be convinced so easily, especially after offering what she thought was a selfless act. An indescribable pit formed in her stomach at the feeling of being made so small and dumb.

"The only thing you should want is exactly what I give you" Regina said in a hushed, her voice laced with manipulation. Both her hands found the girl's face again, one of them stroking by her ear and the other reaching to grope at top of her back.

The girl nodded without any reason, barely present as she melted into the most contact she was going to be recieving.

Regina bit her lip in a groan as she saw Cady's brain completely accept how malleable she was in that moment, how her dignity was forced away from her. This was beautifully signified by the slow outflux of drool that leaked out from underneath the gag, the thin liquid smearing onto the blonde's hand.

"You were made for this, huh?—" she hissed as she wiped her saliva covered fingers against the exposed skin of Cady's face, receiving a throaty moan at the action. "made to be told how to feel" she whispered after forcing her gaze into the girl's blissed out one.

Her hands continued to grope against her face and jaw, briefly gripping at her hair in a rough manner to make sure that she could leer directly into Cady's soul that continued to drool out of her.

Cady felt her breathing start to pick up in that familiar way, fighting her eyes from fluttering shut at the suddenly intensifying pleasure at her core.

The blonde smirked down at her, hungrily watching the line of saliva that clung to the metal, physical evidence of how she was so easily able to break down the girl's autonomy.

"You've never been more beautiful" the blonde purred earnestly, vibrating from both power and arousal at this point. She felt her own heart rate pick up as Cady's hips picked up and her eyes feel shut.

She whispered quiet encouragement as chesty sounds ripped up the girl's spent throat, exhaustion clear in her eyes but not overpowering the need to give the blonde what she wanted from her.

"Give me what I want" Regina whispered the threat with a final stroke of the girl's cheek which sent her falling face first into a mind numbing orgasm, her body tensing against her binds that forced her to endure the intensity.

The blonde stroked at the back of her head as it flopped against a thigh, groans ripping from the girl's spent lungs against the leather.

"Such a good girl" the blonde said under her breath as she watched Cady catch her breath, soothingly running her fingers through her hair and letting her fall into a much needed sleep.

[stray-crow]

Gotham Knights Snickerdoodle Recipe

aka Gotham Doodles to me, and a lovely way to cope

Ingredients:

1 cup soft shortening (unsalted butter will do in a pinch)

1 ½ cup sugar

2 eggs

2 ¾ cups flour

2 teaspoons cream of tartar (it's what makes a snickerdoodle a snickerdoodle)

1 teaspoon baking soda

1 ½ teaspoon salt

2 tablespoons sugar

2 tablespoons cinnamon

Steps:

Mix together shortening, sugar, and eggs

Sift flour, cream of tartar, baking soda, salt and stir in bits of dry into wet at a time!

(start preheat to 400 degrees)

roll into balls the size of walnuts

roll in mixture of sugar & cinnamon (the tablespoon stuff)

Place 2 inches apart on ungreased cookie sheet

Bake 400 degrees for 8-10 minutes (9 minutes is pretty great)

Courtesy of Jason Todd to Dick Grayson (with additions from Milo), email from Gotham Knights game (2022)

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙Wrong Turn, Right Place

By:diamondbruise

Summary:

Fuck, he had totally walked into a set, hadn’t he? The beautiful, ethereal looking actor in his period piece outfit was pissed and waiting to tear him a new one, if the expression was any clue.

One moment the man was up, and then, the next second, he had gracefully jumped from the wall in front of Wei Ying, who, only by the strength of his will, did not scream in alarm.

He did yelp a little. But very manfully.

“No entry after sunset,” said the man, and his voice was deeper than Wei Ying could’ve guessed. “How did you get past the wards?”

or, modern!wwx takes a wrong turn and ends up in the cultivation world

Chapter:6/6

Words:71,309

Status:completed

[em-allay]

Okay so I’ve been on my angsty arc with flower husbands since the start of limited life and I made the best/worst connection ever.

So you know in 3rd life, when Martyn and Ren were trying to get Scott and Jimmy to join dogwarts? And how the reason that didn’t go through was because Jimmy didn’t want to see Scott get sacrificed???

Now lets go back to limited life with Scott and Jimmy's 30 minute deal. You know the one where Scott is willing to sacrifice some of his own life, some of his time for Jimmy to live more? Sounds a little familiar doesn't it?

Flower Husbands really went from “I don’t want to see you on that alter” to “when I hit 30 minutes, I get to kill you” and I wonder if either of them realizes it themselves, and if they did- would it change anything?

Anyways I’m just imagining the time comes and Scott is ready for Jimmy to kill him for more time, but then Jimmy hesitates. He thinks about how he never wanted Scott to give up a life for the sake of an alliance all those lives ago. Is now really that different? Isn’t Scott going to die just for the sake of promise they made- a hesitant deal that lead to a shaking alliance between Jimmy and Scott? Jimmy is holding a sword and looking into Scotts eyes- he’s never seen Scott on red before. He never knew that his eyes were red like poppies.

Do you think Jimmy will drop the sword and say he can’t? That Scott will be surprised and look at Jimmy with slowly dawning horror as he realizes that he might have to watch Jimmy die again? To see him vanish right before his eyes again? How long do you think it’ll take Scott to beg Jimmy to just kill him? Scott looks at the conflicted sorrow in Jimmy eyes- the eyes Scott always knew shared the same brilliant red as poppies. Will he force the blade back into Jimmy's hands, pointing the sword to his chest with it's almost insufferable ticking, that only serves to remind him that their running out of time-

"Scott," Jimmy warns, but sounds like a plea.

"Jimmy," Scott counters with solid certainty. "How much time do you have left?

Jimmy give a shaky smile, "30 seconds."

Scott surges forwards, desperately kissing Jimmy, desperately hoping the sharp pain in his chest is from a sword and not the breaking of his heart.

[female-buckets]

I'm glad there are more WNBA blogs on tumblr than there were before. But it's not enough. We need to keep expanding our armies