#aaaannnd that's a wrap

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE GRANDMA!!!🌈 GOT UP AT 5 AM FOR THIS ❤️ CAN I PRETTY PLEASE GET SOME PERCY & TONKS FOR MY SLEEP DEPRIVED ASS? LOVE U XOXO

Tonks sits across from her parents in a muggle cafe only a couple blocks from The Leakey Cauldron and scowls. Her mother is unaffected and her father is just amused. "Be nice."

"I'm always nice," Ted protests.

Her mother just hums. "Does he at least know you two are dating now?"

"He always knew we were dating, I was very clear about that, he was just dealing with some denial," she says. She does her best not to sound defensive, but her mother always brings it out in her.

Andromeda hums again and takes a delicate sip of her tea. If Tonks sends out a patronus right now, she can probably put an end to this before it has a chance to start. Of course, she'll have to arrest herself for violating the statute of secrecy by performing a very obvious spell in front of a bunch of muggles, but she's pretty sure she'd get off for good behavior.

Hm. Actually, that's a fun thought, she should keep that in mind for when they get home -

"Dora," Percy says, his hand on her shoulder. She hadn't even noticed him come in. She gives him a quick once over, but he's left the robe at the office and subtly transformed his clothes so that he blends in seamlessly with the muggles around him. An unexpected benefit to dating the son of the head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts department is that he's far more comfortable in her father's world than any other pureblood she knows, even if the technology occasionally leaves him flummoxed.

Arthur and Ted are going to get on so well that she and Percy have agreed to put it off as long as possible.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tonks," he greets, leaning over to shake both their hands. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Her parents actually seem taken aback. Tonks's past lovers included musicians and painters and activists, a zoologist and a curse breaker.

Serious, subdued Percy in his pressed slacks restrained manner must seem far from her usual type.

They'll learn.

[jadewritesficshere]

Sitting Pretty

This is just pure filth like barely a plot ok 😫🥴

Eddie Munson x Female!reader

18+ONLY

Warnings: pet names (baby, pretty girl), slight degradation and condescending language (use of slut) (this really isn't degradation in my mind but that's cause I'm used to a lot worse so technically it is but), boot riding, squirting

Eddie dropped the box on the coffee table with a loud thud. It landed next to the other boxes he had carried, and the one you had. After a long day of work, he was tired. He wanted to sit down, relax, and do absolutely nothing. Of course, when you called and said you needed help moving boxes, he came. He knew he was entirely fucked. Wrapped around your fingers. You could tell him to jump and he'd ask how high.

Eddie pushed a strand of hair out of his face, it briefly getting caught on his fingers, making him shake his hand to get it unstuck. He glared at the partially grey hair still wound around his fingers (you said it made him look distinguished and metal. He couldn't complain too much at that). You set your own box on the table and smiled at him,"Thanks Eds, I know you're tired. It means a lot to me you would do this." Eddie hummed,"mhm. What is this stuff anyways?" "Oh, my uncle and aunt were getting rid of a bunch of stuff, so they gave it to my parents, who got rid of more stuff, aaaannnd dumped it on me," you shrugged," I'll go through it and see if there is anything good, then send it to the secondhand store."

Together, you and Eddie started going through the boxes. Eddie pretended to be wounded finding a dungeon master's guide, you found a harmonica and attempted to play a Corroded Coffin song (which had Eddie wheeze laughing and joking about adding a harmonica solo to their next single), he had tried on a pink jacket at your insistence while you had put on a hat that didn't fit (both of you traded items and agreed they looked better on each other then yourselves before promptly tossing the items back in the box), and then you struck gold.

You pulled out a pair of light brown leather cowboy boots. The intricate stitching on the side had caught your eye at the bottom of the box. The tips of the shoes slightly pointed and squared off. You blink at them and hand them to Eddie. Eddie looks at them before scoffing," Nope, those will squish my feet. You see the ends of them?" You roll your eyes," Eddie, if they hurt people's feet why would cowboys wear them? They work on their feet all day!" Eddie was tempted to tease you and say cowboys aren't real, but then you pout at him. The pout making your lips stand out caused him to hesitate. "Please?" He sighed and couldn't help but give you a quick kiss before grumbling and sitting to put the boots on. He could hear your faint cheers as he sat on the recliner.

Your focus was on the box in front of you until you heard Eddie clear his throat and ask,"Well, what do ya think?" You turned and-

Damn.

Eddie stood there with his hands on his hips. Your eyes trailed over him. His curly hair was frizzy from the humidity and a long day of working and sweating at the auto shop. His skin pale, save for a smear of oil on his cheekbone. His tank top showed off his arms beautifully, muscles straining, his bicep wrapped from a new tattoo he had gotten. The tank top tight against his skin, showing you his waist. You could see the bump at his belly button where his piercing was. His jeans were slightly loose, the only light wash pair he owned that he threw on when he hadn't done the laundry. Those stupid cowboy boots sat on his feet, the slight heel giving him extra height. He turned and held his arms out, striking a few poses. They weren't heels, but they made his ass pop (God, now you wanted to see him in heels). The light jeans making his ass look bigger, perfect to hold. Slap even.

"Ya know, they actually are kinda comfortable," Eddie turned back to face you with a smile," they don't- oof!" Eddie lands on the recliner with a grunt from you pushing him. He glares at you," you have to quit doing that! You're gonna strain my back or some shit." "Hm...stop being so fuckable then," you climb on top of his lap and lean close to his ear to whisper," besides, you like it." Eddie clears his throat and grasps your hips. You roll your hips slightly into his, watching him inhale sharply. The scruff of his unshaved jaw beckons you forward, kissing it lightly before trailing down his neck.

You nip and suck at his neck, smirking as he tilts his head to give you better access. His hands that firmly grasp your hips, shift to grab your ass instead. You hum as you pull back, staring at the glistening neck and the lovely purple mark you left. It may be childish to leave a hickey, but you couldn't help but want to mark Eddie up, adding shades of purple and red near his existing tattoos. Eddie's eyes are blown, his pale face flushed a deep red. You shift on top of him, rolling your hips into his again, feeling his hardening length. The feeling of you grinding against him makes him groan. Unbuttoning his jeans, you awkwardly try to unzip them, leaning back into Eddie's hands. He takes that moment to squeeze your ass. You whimper at the feeling and lean forward to kiss him, thoughts of removing his pants forgotten.

His lips are soft, slightly chapped, but still so plush against yours. Your mouths move in tandem, tongues darting out. Eddie licks into your mouth, groaning as he takes control. He sucks on the tip of your tongue before pulling back. Both of you taking deep breaths. "Take these off baby," Eddie mumbles, tugging at the hem of your shorts. You nod and clamber off him.

You push your shorts and panties down, balancing a hand on Eddie's knee as you step out of them. You go to get back on Eddie but he stops you," Now hold on, baby." You let out a whine in annoyance. Eddie chuckles and clicks his tongue at you," You seem all pent up, what's got you like this?" "You, now let me on-" "Nah, I think it's something else. Like my boots, Baby?" You nod emphatically, attempting to straddle Eddie again, but he puts his leg out in front of you. The sole of his boot presses against your stomach, and he pushes you back lightly. "Prove it pretty girl."

You pause and tilt your head slightly before grasping Eddie's boot covered ankle. Eddie nods to his foot and taps your stomach with the sole. You step back and bend at the hips, eyes locked with Eddie's, and kiss the tip of the boot. He chuckles and motions you with a finger to continue. You give the boot another kiss, and another. The leather firm against your mouth. Eddie smirks," You can do better then that." "I'm not licking the boot." You stand up and drop Eddie's foot with a thud. Eddie relaxes back spreading his legs, "Who said anything about licking? What's that saying...save a horse, ride a cowboy?"

You blink at him as your mouth falls open. Eddie taps the boot against the hardwood ground, causing clicks to echo. "Go on pretty girl." You can feel your arousal slowly drip down your thighs at the thought of Eddie's request. It was demeaning, dirty, and damn if it didn't delight you. You slowly kneel at Eddie's feet, lowering yourself until your core hit the leather.

The fabric was stiff and slightly rough against your pussy. Your arousal dripping onto the boot, causing it to slicken and make it easier to move. You look up from where you're situated to look at Eddie. You can't help the moan that escapes at the site of him. The once slightly baggy jeans are now very filled out from his bulge. One hand resting on it, squeezing lightly. The top of his unbuttoned jeans showing off his happy trail. The opal belly button piercing glinting in the light. The tattoo of the dragon above the jewelry moving with every deep breath he takes. A hickey on his pec from last week. The rest of his tattoos scattered about, glistening from sweat. The scruff on his jaw and neck. The grey hairs at his temples. The smirk on his face, even though it is flushed. The demeaning look he gives you.

You grind against the boot, faltering slightly under his gaze. "Look at you, sitting pretty," Eddie coos at you, patting your head. He knows you hate that, making you feel small. Stupid. "Such a good slut, making my boots all wet." His words make you clench around nothing, throbbing with want.

You buck your hips quicker against his boot. You shift angles slightly and moan as the boot rubs against your clit. The sensation is too much. The pleasure invades your brain, coherent thoughts gone. You feel the pressure building in your lower stomach. A tingly warmth spreading out from your core. "Fuck I'm-" your breath hitches and your hips fumble losing rhythm. "Come for me baby," Eddie grasps your jaw firmly, tilting your head up to face him," Drench my boots like the good slut you are, pretty girl." You gasp as the pressure builds to a crescendo. Your eyes close and you moan head falling back in pleasure. Lights flash behind your eyes as euphoria spreads throughout your limbs. You distantly feel the wetness gush as your hips buck wantonly. Your brain goes fuzzy with static from euphoria. You briefly hear Eddie moan a fuck.

You come back down to earth, loosening your grip on Eddie's thighs. You hadn't even realized you were gripping them. You scoot away from his boot, still on your knees. The light brown leather is soaked, turning a dark brown. A puddle of your release is on the boot, making you feel warm from embarrassment.

"Fucking hell...you squirted," Eddie shakes his head and chuckles. You stand on shaky legs, Eddie helping hold you in place. You glance down at the puddle slowly dripping off his shoe and onto the floor. "Can I ride you now?" You ask saccharinely.

"You're gonna have to give me a minute," Eddie's eyes dart away from yours, clearing his throat. He shifts and you glance at the movement. His jeans are slightly loose again. The light denim jeans having turned dark at a wet spot. "Made me come like a fucking teenager," Eddie stands grabbing your hand. He tugs on your arm, leading you towards the bedroom.

You were definitely keeping the cowboy boots.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #8 - jumpscares

kai parker x reader

summary: a short drabble in which kai has the worst timing for wanting your attention (best friend!kai)

tags: horror movie, halloween, minor worry, reassurance / fluff

word count: 575

a/n: i totally meant to post this on or near halloween aaaannnd forgot. here it is now!

For the last twenty minutes, you’ve been on the edge of your seat. The Conjuring starts out slow, but once the paranormal disturbs the girls’ sleep, it’s all downhill from there.

Currently, it’s Carolyn who’s up against the demon. She had just stupidly taunted it, and then it pushed her down the basement steps. You brace yourself for what comes next, having seen this movie before, but somehow the knowing anticipation just makes you more antsy. At some point, Rory will clap behind her. You know it. You’ve seen it. You shouldn’t be this scared.

Your body freezes, just waiting for the jumpscare. Any second now. 

Then, something touches your shoulder. You scream, throwing off your headphones, and flying out of your seat. You turn quickly in hopes to identify who or what touched you. Upon seeing it’s just your friend, you slap a hand over your heart. 

“Kai! Holy fuck!”

The poor boy stands a whole arm’s length away from you now. When your body jolted in reaction to his touch, he flinched and nearly toppled backwards. He stares at you, wondering what could have had you so startled.

Both of you are out of breath. You look at each other full of questions, and when you finally gain your breath back, start to speak at the same time. 

“You scared the crap out of me!”

“Are you okay?” He asks, seeing just how badly he had accidentally scared you. He’s a bit worried, honestly. Never has he seen you so terrified. 

“I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting that.” You notice how he looks equally scared, for reasons of which you’re unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Your jumping scared me,” he admits, “I thought you were okay with me touching you.”

“Oh,” you pant. “Baby, it’s not that. I mean, yes, you can touch me, I don’t mind that at all. But this movie was on the edge of a jumpscare.”

“Oh,” he visibly relaxes, “okay.”

“Come here.” You reach out to him. When he comes to your side, you give him a side hug around the waist. 

“What movie is this?” He watches it for a moment, head cocked curiously. 

“The Conjuring. Horror movie.”

“Ah. Just in time for Halloween.”

“Mhm. Do you want to watch it with me? I can start at the beginning.”

“You don’t have to, if you’re already partly through it.”

You nod. “Hey, um, did you need anything?”

“What?”

“When you came in, and I jumped?”

He smiles. “No, I actually, uh, just wanted to come see you. See if you’re busy. Just to hang out, I guess.”

“Oh. Did you have anything in particular in mind that you wanted to do?”

“No. Just wanted to be with you.” He mumbles that last part, like he’s embarrassed at his own confession.

You, on the other hand, think it’s adorable. “Well then stay here. I can take my headphones out and we can go back to the beginning.”

“You sure?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well I’ve never seen this movie before, but it looks good.”

“And then you can protect me from all the scary shit.”

He smiles again, seemingly liking the idea. 

“Come on, we’ll move to the couch. Grab that blanket.”

“Okay.”

The two of you then curl up together on the couch, the laptop across your legs. Kai wraps a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Feel safer now?”

“Much.” You grin at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Brace yourself!”

[definitely-not-a-seagull-i-swear]

i dont have a lot of ideas but I just want the classic 'gone too far' trope... Like the one where whumper goes too far make it rllyyy angsty and then rlyyy fluffy no stress tho, I love ur writing 😘🫰🫰

Aww you’re so sweet! ❤️ of course I can!

cw: swearing, blood, torture, whumper gone too far, whumper turned caretaker(kinda), just dark themes in general, angst then fluff

Whumper plunged their knife into whumpee’s side, making whumpee shriek then go limp.

whumper let the blood drip off the knife while waiting for whumpee to come to again. They’d taken some brutal beatings and injuries. But something was off. Whumpee usually woke up by now.

2 minutes pass. 4 minutes pass.

Why aren’t they waking up?

Whumper then realizes that the wound was bleeding a lot. Too much.

“Whumpee?” Whumper walked over to their unconscious captive. They tilted whumpee’s head up. No response.

“Whumpee?!”

Still nothing. Whumper started to panic at this point. They looked back down at the wound in whumpee’s side. The blood pooled down around the legs of the chair whumpee was tied to.

“Shit.” That’s definitely too much blood.

Whumper started to undo the restraints feeling the panic rise in them. Once whumpee was free form the chair, whumper picked whumpee up, taking a quick peek at the wound.

“Fuck fuck fuck.” Whumper rushed out of the cell and up their stairs. They slammed open the bathroom door and gently placed whumpee in the tub.

They grabbed as many towels as they could, pressing them into the wound.

“Whumpee, hey, you’re scaring me here. Please just wake up.”

Nothing. Whumper was really scared at this point.

__________

Once whumpee was finally stitched up with shaking hands, whumper was exhausted. They slowly picked whumpee up out of the tub. They carried whumpee to the bedroom where whumper laid them down on the bed gently. God they were covered in blood.

whumper went into their closet to grab a change of clothes for bothe them and whumpee.

once whumpee was somewhat clean and dressed, whumper pulled back the covers and tucked them in. Whumpee thankfully was now showing some signs of life, even if that was in the form of shivering.

whumper slowly got into bed next to whumpee.

“Christ whumpee, I’m so sorry.”

whumpee shifted, their eyebrows knitted together in pain. They opened their eyes to see whumper in bed next to them. They immediately tried to scramble away.

“wait, shh shh no, whumpee! It’s ok. I’m not trying to hurt you.” Whumper pleaded. “Please”

whumpee seemed to calm down. They laid back down next to whumper, slowly wrapping their arms around them, just seeking comfort and warmth at this point. Whumper returned the gesture. “Shh, it’s ok, I- I never want that to happen again.”

Aaaannnd that concludes this prompt! I’m not going to lie, writing the comfort and fluff between an whumper and whumpee was a bit difficult, but I’m hoping it’s good enough!

Psst. Hey, you there. Like my content? Feel free to send in asks and prompt ideas anytime! Luv ya!

[tramontane-fire]

Aaaannnd that's a wrap.

My cat survived the vacuum, amd I survived touching gross things and going outside in freezing temps!

I need to Accomplish tonight.

[jerzwriter]

Tobias won't be safe from my round of questions!

I want to know more about Tobias at Edenbrook, but before Casey. What happened in the nurses’ chat when Tobias landed a job at Edenbrook? It’s a fact that he breaks as many hearts as Ethan (and maybe more, given his charming personality), but does he flirt back? Does he date or have flings with other people at Edenbrook before Casey? Or is he all about keeping things professional until he falls for Casey?

Always happy to answer for Tobias!

In my HC, Tobias & Casey are already together when he comes to Edenbrook. They begin seeing each other after meeting at the deli, but Tobias screws up and she dumps him. After he helps save her after the attack, she is open to being friends. He accepts, even though he realizes he has fallen for her. It takes some time, but eventually, she falls too. So they're already happily together when he arrives at Edenbrook. Aaaannnd... here's a mini-fic....

Book: Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating: Teen

Category: Fluff

Summary: Tobias’s accepted a position at Edenbrook, and it will be a good... and bad... adjustment.

Warnings: None

Words: 1600

A/N: Thank you again P! You gave me a reprieve from the angst zone! Participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge, day 3, Desire

A/N 2: In my HC, there is no Bloom, and events of Book 3 will be altered greatly. After Tobias helped save Casey, he and Ethan experience a thawing of their relationship. They’re not quite friends yet, but they’re no longer enemies either. When Tobias applied for a position as an attending at Edenbrook, Ethan was the one with the idea to have him fill the opening on the diagnostics team. Casey had no idea the two men were talking about this.

THE CHARACTERS OF TOBIAS and CASEY BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

Back in med school, teacher after teacher told Casey that there would be three things she’d dislike about her future profession: hospital politics, dealing with insurance companies, and paperwork. While she knew that the first two were a given, she didn’t think the last one would be too bad.

“Six-thirty,” she sighed. Her shift ended two hours ago, yet she was still seated at the nurse's station completing… paperwork.

She would not mind much on a typical night, but she was especially eager to get home today. With the exception of a brief trip to the ice cream shop as she was heading home from and Tobias was heading to work, they hadn’t seen each other in a week. It was the longest stretch of time apart since they became official. But tonight, he was taking her to dinner, dancing, and then… who were they kidding? After the restaurant, they’d be rushing back to his place before they ended up getting arrested for public indecency. She giggled at the thought. Truthfully, she didn’t care what they did. She missed him and couldn’t wait to sleep in his arms tonight.

There were only two more forms left in her stack, and excitement began to fill her. It wouldn’t be long now. That’s when someone silently covered her eyes from behind. While the two hands were slightly cool, her heart warmed at their touch.

“Am I supposed to guess who this is?” she teased.

“Wow,” he growled in her ear. “Is this such a common occurrence that you don’t know who it is immediately?”

Casey flung herself around, and they wrapped each other up in their arms.

“God, I’ve missed you,” she said, kissing his lips softly. Her eyes went wide when she realized she had forgotten where they were, and she pulled back immediately.

“Hey, if you’re going to behave like that once I start working here, all your other boyfriends are going to get jealous.”

“Luckily for you, I’m a one guy kind of girl.”

“Shit, who is he? I’ll kick his ass.”

“Shut up,” she laughed with a gentle shove. “What are you doing here anyway? I didn’t expect to see you until tonight?”

“Well, I had one more interview.”

“And?”

“And, pretty soon, we won’t have to worry about not seeing each other for a week at a pop because yours truly is going to be an attending at Edenbrook.”

“STOP! Are you serious? It’s for sure!”

“It’s for sure,” he grinned. “Naveen just offered me the job, and I accepted.”

“Oh my God! This is so great!! We can have breakfast together, or lunch, or dinner… you know! And we can get little kisses during the day, and… maybe visit an on-call room occasionally,” she winked. “And, yes! I will get to see you every day!”

“Well, if you took me up on my offer to move in with me, you’d see me….”

“No, T,” she said with a soft grin. “We’ve had this talk.”

“I know, but you can’t blame me for trying,” he smirked.

“It’ll happen, babe. I’m sure of it. Let’s just give it….”

“Time. I know the drill.”

“Well, right now, the drill is that I’m done with my paperwork and ready to get out of here. You want to wait for me so we can leave together?”

“I’d love that.”

“OK,” she grinned. “I’ll get my stuff in the office. Just wait here. I’ll be right back.”

Tobias looked around to make sure they were alone, then he let out a slow whistle as he watched her walk away. Casey shook her head and smiled.

“Yes, because my scrubs are so hot, T.”

“On you, everything is hot, especially when I know what’s underneath.”

“Just wait there,” she laughed.

_____

Casey had zipped up her duffle bag and was checking her hair in the mirror when she heard three women talking outside in the hall.

“Holy shit! Did you catch the eye candy at the nurse's station?” A petite resident asked. “What the heck is Dr. Carrick doing here?”

“Oh, you didn’t hear?” A pretty brunette resident replied. “He is coming to Edenbrook!”

“No way!”

“I’m serious, words already out. He’ll be here in two weeks.”

“Well, that gives me time to make sure I up my game. No more throwing on the scrubs without a stitch of make-up. That’s not going to do anymore.”

The intern walking with them chuckled. “I have to admit, he is gorgeous. Those eyes!”

The petite resident shook her head salaciously. “The eyes… the smile… the dimples… honestly, I don’t know which one makes me want to open my legs the most. What am I saying? They all make me want to open my legs.”

“And have you heard his voice?” The intern added, “He’s probably a top-notch flirt to boot.”

“Never mind flirt,” the thirsty resident replied. “There are local legends about how good he is in the sack. Now that he is here, I am definitely getting some of that.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t get your hopes up too much,” the brunette replied. “ You know he’s with Dr. MacTavish, right?”

“Pfft. For now.”

“What makes you say that?” The intern asked.

“Little one, you’re new to Boston. The man is a legend. He has never stayed with anyone more than a couple weeks. He pretty much slept his way through anyone fuckable at Kenmore. Maybe that’s why he decided to settle down? But now, he will have a whole new stable of fillies to play with. It won’t be long before he goes out to stud. I hope MacTavish isn’t too into him because that shit will not be lasting too much longer.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” the second resident said. “His old record may have been two weeks, but he hasn’t had an interest in anyone but Casey since….”

“Since the incident. Please. Everyone knows he felt guilty about Farrugia being here. If he hadn’t stolen her patient, she wouldn’t have stolen his, and… so he feels he owes her something. But a leopard doesn’t change its spots. And this filly will be waiting around when he comes to his senses.”

“Well, leopards don’t breed with fillies,” the intern laughed as they turned the corner. “So I think you’ll be waiting a while.”

_____

Tobias was growing bored of making a paper-clip chain at the quiet nurse’s desk. He looked at his watch. When he realized how long Casey had been gone, he headed to the diagnostic team’s office to make sure she was ok. Upon entering, he found her slouched back on the couch, her eyes fixed on the floor and a sad look on her face. Tobias was at her side in an instant.

“Hey, baby, what’s wrong? You look… what happened.”

Casey’s blue eyes fixed on his, and she offered a weak smile.

“I guess there are some bad things about you coming to Edenbrook that I hadn’t considered.” She relayed the exchange she overheard with him.

“Oh, hon,” he said, pulling her next to him. “You know we can’t help what others say, but I hope you know that you have nothing to worry about.”

“I know, it’s just… you’re sure there is no truth to that… about you just feeling guilty?”

“Casey. If you don’t remember, let me remind you. I was freaking crazy about you before everything happened, and when they did, I realized I was in love with you. My feelings for you have nothing to do with guilt.”

Somewhat reassured, she smiled and sunk closer into him. “T,” she said quietly.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Are you sure you won’t get bored of me? I mean, in time, you know… will I be….”

Pulling back, he swiveled Casey around to look at him. His expression was now serious.

“Case. Look at me. I’ve never lied to you about who I was in the past, and I can’t change any of that. But that’s not who I am anymore. I love you. I want you. Sure, there were many women in my past, but only one of them captivated my heart, and that is you. Trust me, you’re a once-in-a-lifetime thing, baby, and I’m not letting you go. Please, Casey. Please tell me you trust me.”

“I… I do,” she said sounding relieved. “But I guess I’ll have to adjust to seeing everyone fawning over you when you’re here.”

“Keep in mind. I’m going to have to adjust to all the guys who are losing their minds every time they see you. But I’m not going to worry about it. I know you’re mine. If anything, I’ll torture their asses. I’ll happily pull you into a closet and make grunting noises, even if we’re not doing a thing, just to piss them off,” he smiled. “I’m happy to do the same for you if there are any women out there who need to be put in their place.

“We’ll be OK,” she smiled. “It’ll be an adjustment but, the good will far outweigh the bad.”

“You’re damn straight. Now, can we get out of here? I’m dying to take you out to dinner, show you off a little more, you know?”

“Speaking of that… would you mind if we just ordered in?”

“Sure, but why… ooh. OK. OK. I like the way you think, MacTavish,” he chuckled. “And you seriously think I’d stray. I’ve met my match in you. I love you, Casey.”

“I love you. Now, let’s get going. I have a snack for you before we eat.”

“Hey, I’m already out of here… let’s go!”

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Sentinels/Guides AU Update

Read the epilogue here!

Aaaannnd that’s a wrap!  Thanks to everyone who stuck with me for so long and through so many angsty twists and turns.

[nicad13]

How well does The Mandalorian pass the Bechdel Test?

I kinda got grumbling about representation of women in Mandalorian fanfiction as it relates to the abundance of nameless reader-insert characters a couple days ago. Namely, the general failure of the Bechdel test – does the story have two women who talk to each other about something other than a man? One step further – do both women have names? Two steps further – do they talk about something other than babies?

It shouldn’t seem that radical – two named characters who are women who talk to each other about something other than men or babies. Yet so few fanfics pass this benchmark. Among a set of authors who I suspect are mostly women.

Granted, the source material of the show presents a challenge in that the focus is, well… a man and a baby. And then I had to think about how long it took for the show itself to pass the Bechdel test, and I’m pretty sure it didn’t happen until late in the second season.

The first time two named women appear in the same episode was s1e4: Sanctuary, with Cara Dune and Omera. While Omera is named in the credits, I don’t think anyone calls her by name during the episode. I’m also pretty sure Cara and Omera don’t talk to each other directly. The closest we get is when Cara is telling the villagers they have to abandon their homes and Omera protests. Omera later serves Cara a beverage and Cara thanks her. Aaaannnd… that’s it! I don’t feel like this passes.

The next time we get two named women in the same episode is s1e8: Redemption, with the Armorer and Cara. Whether “the Armorer” as a title counts as a name is up for debate. I guess Din goes nameless most of the season as well, so I’ll allow it. Regardless, in their limited time together in the Forge, they don’t really interact. Cara notes that the Imps will arrive soon and the Armorer instructs them on how to escape. Aaaannnd… that’s it! Season One fails the Bechdel test.

The next time we get two named women in the same episode is s2e2: The Passenger, with Peli Motto and Frog Lady. Again, whether “Frog Lady” actually counts as a name is up for debate, and I don’t think Peli is ever called by name, either. They do have a brief, but direct, conversation confirming the presence of Mandalorians on Trask, albeit it’s in Frog language and we can’t understand it. I’d give this one a maybe, depending on how strong one wants to hold to the criteria.

Next up: s2e3: The Heiress, with Bo-Katan Kryze and Koska Reeves. I don’t think Koska is ever called by name. There’s some battle interaction, and they’re having a conversation at a table, though we don’t hear any of it. Weak maybe.

Next up: s2e5: The Jedi, with Ahsoka Tano and Morgan Elsbeth. Finally, a solid pass! Ahsoka and Morgan have a direct verbal exchange at the beginning of the episode regarding the well-being of the townspeople and they are both called by name. Ahsoka questions Morgan directly after winning their duel, and there is, presumably, an interrogation, though it’s off-screen.

Next up: s2e7: The Believer, with Cara and Fennec Shand. Both are named and they have a conversation about setting up their strategy, and closely coordinate their shots while Din and Mayfeld escape the compound. Solid pass.

Last up: s2e8: The Rescue, with Cara, Fennec, Bo-Katan, and Koska. Bo-Katan calls Koska off of Boba at the cantina; battle planning directly between Bo-Katan and Cara, with Fennec participating in the general planning; the radio exchange between Bo-Katan and the unnamed Imperial coms officer; some battle conversation between Cara, Fennec, Bo-Katan, and Koska as they mow Stormtroopers down on their way to the bridge; and a few direct lines between them on the bridge itself. Solid pass.

So, out of 16 total episodes in the first two seasons so far, only 7, fewer than half, have at least two women who appear in the same scenes, and only three of those are what I would call a solid pass. Not a fantastic track record.

What surprises me here is the number of near misses – four of the seven came so close but didn’t quite make it. It becomes more surprising when you consider Dave Filoni’s prior work. While the male:female character ratio in The Clone Wars wasn't stellar, whenever two women were in the room together, they almost always had names and they almost always had direct conversations with each other about politics or battle strategy or something. Rebels was even better by way of Hera Syndulla and Sabine Wren together on the same ship. My memory of Jon Favreau’s prior work isn’t super-sharp on this subject, but the MCU didn’t offer a whole lot of opportunities (though I admit I’ve managed to miss most of the newer Spiderman stuff). Maybe Dave needs to steer Jon in the right direction on this for later seasons.

Point being: one of the great uses of fanfic is filling the gaps left by the source material. The Mandalorian has some huge gaps in terms of women with names who talk to each other (about something other than men and babies). The potential is enormous. Did Cara and Omera develop a friendship on Sorgan? Cara and Fennec seem to get along well – how did they become such fast friends? Why is Koska so loyal to Bo-Katan? These are all easy things to tuck in around our favorite Man and Baby. Like, you know Cara and Fennec are having conversations about their favorite guns while Din’s in the back losing his mind over finding Grogu. It’s not hard. (And yes, I’m working on a few of these, myself.)

I’ll also admit I’ve been so wrapped up in my own writing lately that I haven’t had much time to check out AO3. If anyone has some good examples of Mando fanfic that passes the Bechdel test, please feel free to reblog with recommendations! OCs with names - actual developed characters who are their own people - count as well! (Conversations can, of course, include our favorite Man and Baby, but just not be limited to them.)

Happy writing!

[kakyuuu]

Flora’s Senshi Dream House: Taiki Kou

A few things about the Starlights:

I know *technically* all of them have Kou as their first name, not last… but that will get hella confusing in the sims with notifications and such so I’m sticking with Kou as their last names - though I didn’t make them related.

Also about their gender/bodies. I decided to stick with mainly male appearances. So they are biologically male, but I did select a feminine frame, and tried to make their features a bit ambiguous.

Last! Taiki!

Taiki has the nerd brain aspiration, and bookworm, maker (get it? hahahaha), and neat traits.

Aaaannnd Outfit time!

Everyday:

Formal:

Athletic:

Party:

Summer:

Winter:

And that wraps up the sims I made for the house!

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY WINTER SOLACE SHANA HELL YEAH I MADE IT IN TIME!!! CAN I GET ME SOME TONKS AND PERCY AS A BIRTHDAY TREAT? 👉🏻👈🏻 (My birthday is the 22nd) HAVE AN AWESOME HOLIDAY! 🎄🎄🎄

 Percy is supposed to focusing on these reports that he technically shouldn’t have taken out of the office, but technically Crouch is supposed to be handling these, so.

While his absolute piece of shit apartment usually holds no more appeal than being stuck in the office overnight, it currently has Tonks resting with her head on his thigh “resting her eyes” since she refuses to go to bed before him because she believes in blackmail and manipulation. Which he can’t reasonably say he’s surprised by, considering, but it is a little inconvenient.

His work is important or he wouldn’t be doing it, but if he falls asleep at work the worst that happens is he embarrasses himself. If Tonks goes out on a call without getting proper rest, she could be putting herself in danger. Leveraging her own safety to get him to sleep is underhanded and irresponsible.

She’s going to do exceptionally well working under Shackbolt. He’d plucked her out from the other trainees from the beginning. It has nothing to do with him, but he can’t help the smug furl of pride anyway.

He clears his throat and her eyes flutter open. She has to blink a couple times for them to settle to her natural dark brown, cycling through several shades of blue and yellow. He wonders what she was dreaming about. “Bill has a meeting at Gringott’s on Thursday. He’s going to come by the office after and we’re going to go to the cafeteria to catch up.”

“That sounds nice,” she says, turning to press her face into his stomach and rubbing her nose against his sweater. He makes a mental note to try and talk to the landlord about doing something about the heating system, or at least refreshing the charms himself, but he’s not good enough to make them last long. Maybe Bill wouldn’t mind doing it before he returns to Egypt? “Are you done going through the Russian reports?”

No. Translation charms are imperfect and it takes him forever to parse through and figure out what’s actually being described. If Crouch wasn’t such a dick to them, they’d submit in English. “Do you want to join us? If you can. It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

That gets her attention. “Really? I mean, sure. I’m pretty sure I’ve spoke to Bill twice ever. One time he gave me detention.”

His lips twitch. Bill remembers that. “Thank you. He wants to meet my girlfriend. Or re-meet, technically.”

She beams, so pleased whenever he calls her that. She’s been calling herself his girlfriend for a months, but it still makes him warm to see how pleased she is with the title. He’d really though he was just a passing interest, a distraction while she was desk bound, but she’s still here. “Yeah, of course. It’ll be fun!”

He hums in agreement, the sound interrupted midway with a yawn.

“Come on,” she says, pushing herself to her feet then tugging him up after her. “We both need sleep. That’ll all still be there in the morning.”

That’s the problem. But he says, “Alright,” and lets her maneuver him as she likes.

Giving in to Tonks doesn’t sting like it does with other people. It’s always a relief and a pleasure to see her satisfied and happy.

[7demonhoes]

The demon boys during a night out drinking with you

This turned out a little longer than expected, whoops. Hope you like it!!

Warnings: alcohol mention, swearing

Gender neutral MC

Mammon:

Ya’ll know the avatar of greed doesn’t know when to stop when he’s having a good time

So when the two of you decide to go bar hopping, he goes a bit crazy with his liquor

He’s taking shots of rum and tequila like the Four Horsemen are going to ride through the Devildom the next morning

Even with that devilish tolerance of his, he feels those shots eventually and is staggering by the time you two decide to go home 

"MC hold my hand" "MC carry me" 

If you hold his hand, he swings your arms back and forth like a giddy little kid 

He loses that tsundere personality when drunk, instead using every excuse to touch you-- an arm around your shoulder, curling a finger around your hair, teasingly poking you in the side 

"MC I have a secret but I can't tell you what it is shhhh" *mushes his finger against your lips* 

While you walk home, if some demon even tries to LOOK your way he's shrugging himself off you to go fight the poor bastard 

"You lookin' at MY human? I got dibs on that one, ya hear?" 

If you don't snuggle with him for at least half an hour once you get back home he'll be pouty for the rest of the week.

Satan: 

One day you wake up with the best idea: sneak drinks into an escape room and try to get out together while absolutely plastered 

*Cue detective Satan* 

"MC I've connected the dots. I know who locked us in here." 

"Satan that's not the point of this at all." 

"It was the man who was pretending to be helpful by showing us around the building. He locked us in here." 

"Satan that's literally his job" 

Once he finally remembers what you're actually doing there, he solves the riddle in minutes. 

You spend the rest of the night wandering the shops of the Devildom, occasionally wandering into a restaurant or bar to get some more drinks. 

Satan gets the drinks with the coolest names or the beers with the most aesthetically pleasing bottles/cans 

You guys decide to head back a little early but once you pass a park on the way home Satan dashes into the trees 

"What the FUCK are you doing??"

"MC shush I heard meowing!" 

Aaaannnd now you two are hiding a cat in the HoL. Satan is glad to raise a child with you.

Asmodeus: 

Bitch you're going CLUBBIN

You guys coordinated your outfits and are looking fine af

Asmo is all about class: Martinis, cosmos, pretty much anything in a fancy looking glass 

Drinks just as much as Mammon but mostly because you two are dancing so hard he barely feels it 

"Honey you're looking fine but that outfit would look much better around your ankles" 

When the two of you have to pee, you become best friends with every other drunk person in the bathroom 

Compliments and flirts with everyone he sees 

His dancing is very…. Sensual. Yumm 

Once you guys decide to walk your sore feet home, he has his arms wrapped around your waist the entire time 

"Oooh we have to do this again! I had the greatest time with you!" 

If you're feeling like having some fun with him, you know that the night is far from over

All of the other brothers are jealous the next morning because you and Asmo are giggling at your new inside jokes during breakfast

Beel: 

The bars you want to go to have snacks? He's in. 

He's just happy to spend time with you 

He drinks for the taste-- he likes beer, especially stouts 

It's a pretty chill night, honestly-- the two of you sit and talk in dimly lit, quiet bars 

You hit one last bar, thinking that it'll be a short stop but you end up staying there until close because of the wonderful conversations you're having 

You stand up to leave and the world swivels around you. Holy crap did you actually drink that much??? 

Beel's obviously feeling it too, but he's more focused on keeping you from stumbling than his own lack of sobriety

He ends up getting too worried that you'll fall so he just sweeps you off your feet and decides to carry you bridal style 

His chest is a very nice pillow cuz, you know, tiddies

He's super affectionate while drunk. He nuzzles his cheek on the top of your head while carrying you, humming quietly as he does 

"You can go to sleep MC, I don't mind, even if you do snore" 

Once you get back home, he carries you up to your room and gets you ready for bed-- he even goes so far to do your skincare routine for you. 

He decides to lie down with you (just for a bit!) but accidentally falls asleep with you curled in his arms. He greets you the next morning with a huge, warm smile 

Levi: 

By some miracle, you convinced him to leave the house 

He complains a bit about not being surrounded by his 2-D friends until you find an arcade that also serves drinks 

The two of you compete in Every. Game. Loser has to drink. 

You're sloshed pretty quickly. You think you could beat a nerd who's constantly playing games in his room? Sucker. 

Levi likes fruity drinks. He's not ashamed of it, but he never really drinks in front of his brothers because they tease him for it

"You're different, though. I mean, whatever! It's not like I care what you think! I mean don't get me wrong, I like you a lot but-- GAH!" 

When he's drunk he's actually hilarious. Everything he keeps to himself is just blurted out of his mouth and damn that boy is funny 

"Business idea: Fuckin…. Light Up Heelies. If I wore those babies to RAD I'd be drowning in bitches" 

On your way back home, he decides to tell you all of his secrets. Nothing is embarrassing when you're drunk. He will later regret this. 

"MC you could punch me in the face and I think I'd say thank you. No really. Just punch me. I've been thinking about asking you for weeks" 

The two of you stay up late watching stupid vines/tik toks and laughing so hard that you wake everyone else up

Belphie: 

It's really hard to get him drunk because after a few drinks he gets even sleepier 

You jokingly suggested that you just hook him up to an IV filled with vodka and he said yes. You think it's a horrible idea but now he wants to try it 

You compromise by taking five shots back to back 

You realize that was a mistake pretty quickly but Belphie feels awake enough to go out 

You guys go to lively clubs and bars, but Belphie's version of dancing his bobbing his head while sitting down 

Trying to keep up with demons is hard. How are you this drunk. Belphie's barely even tipsy and he's had more drinks than you 

Homeboy likes to order the grossest kinds of alcohol on the menu "What? It's cheap" 

"MC want to see something fucked up" *does it without waiting for your answer* 

He tries to convince you to give him a piggyback ride on the way home

The kind of drunk that calls you names the entire night like "loser" "crackhead" "my dumb human" 

Tries to run into ongoing traffic like seven times 

Tells you he wants to play games and chat when you get back home but he just passes out against your doorway 

Lucifer: 

This man is all about dimly lit, classy establishments that serve overpriced cocktails with cool names and ingredients

Definitely a whisky/bourbon/wine guy 

There's a piano at the lounge. You tell him to go play it, and he flat out refuses

*Four drinks later* "And here's a song I wrote for you during the lonely hours of the night" 

He slowly becomes more and more affectionate-- placing his hand on top of yours, touching the small of your back whenever you walk anywhere together, resting his palm against your thigh 

Compliments your outfit all the time 

He slowly lets his guard down and he starts fondly talking about all of his brothers and tells you his favorite stories 

You thought Mammon was an attention-seeking drunk? He's nothing compared to the touch starved, caffeine deprived Lucifer 

"MC let's slow dance" "MC I'm so happy you're here" "MC I wish you could stay with us forever" 

He keeps you close on the way home, his arm around your waist. He occasionally digs your face into the crook of your neck and his hot breath triggers goosebumps to tingle along your flesh

"Sometimes I dream about you, me, and Diavolo traveling to some distant country and living together without ever thinking of the world's problems" 

Cooks for you when you get back and uses every excuse to stay up just a little bit longer with you

[thenightau]

Endangered

((TW: Generalized gore, vomit))

The deity sighed within its castle of destruction. The walls were rotting and covered with vines and moss and mold. In the distance was screams of those who hadn’t lived such peaceful lives. The wind picked up the scent of blood, rot, and desestation. It lounged in a chair made of human bones, legs thrown over the arm of the chair, and its blue hair falling behind them as they stared up at the ceiling. 

“Uuugggh. Im bored.” It muttered, turning onto its stomach and puffing its cheeks out in a pout. “I should check on that SMP. I wonder what they’re up t-”

“Your dastardly-ness!” Came a small, squeaky voice of a man. And it turned its head. The man was mortal, a spirt enslaved in this hellish place. “Words come in from Builder. He needs your help-”

“What?” It asked, sitting up with a wide grin. “You’re telling me. Alexios. Needs my help?” It leaned forward, and the mortal coward back at the gleam in its eyes. 

“Yes Endanger.” He said, “Builder wrote that he needed your help containing Night before-”

“Oh.” It deflated, relaxing back in its chair. “Bo-ring. Go get him to have Protector fight his battles.” It waved its had dismissively. 

“But your dastardly-ness. Protector… can’t.”

“...What?” It asked, eyes narrowing in on the mortal like a lion’s on its prey. 

“Protector… is dead. Night killed her.”

“HE WHAT?!” 

The mortal coward under the shaking roar that was Endanger’s voice. Endanger stood, extending it’s hand as a battle axe, caked red with blood, flew into its hand. It stormed towards the door as the human stammered to explain. But Endanger didn’t hear an ounce of it. It slammed the door shut, yelling behind it to make sure nothing got better in its absence. 

___

Builder paced within the night, pulling his hair as most of the hermits slept. Save for Xisuma, who was watching over Grian and Wels like a hawk. He stared uselessly at a large map plastered to the wall, his brain trying to come up with something, anything that might help him defeat his sibling. But no matter what thought crossed his mind, it was always met with;

‘Protector wouldn’t think thats a smart idea.’ 

‘Protector wouldn’t like that.’

The thoughts made him want to scream out of frustration. He kicked at the wall holding the map, watching as the item frames crumbled to the ground. He let out a slow sigh, leaning down to gather the papers and put them back up before anyone saw his stress induced anger. 

No. He had to stay calm. Collected. For the sake of his son. 

He heard a loud, shrill battle cry. One that came from the heavens and made the hermits jolt to attention. Builder looked up, seeing a blur of blue in the sky before it landed in a ball of smoke. 

Endanger as joined the server

“Endanger! You came! Oh thank void-” Builder smiled, but that smile faltered as the war god stood slowly, skin still steaming. 

“Oh-” muttered Cub

“My-” gulped Bdubs, sweating nervously. 

“Void.” Xisuma cured, eyes wide at the god in front of them. 

Endanger was tall, as was the rest of them. With longer blue hair parted heavily to the left with the right side shaven. In its hands held a battle axe, one still oozing with blood. Covering its chest was a pale dark purple colored chest plate, wearing skin tight clothing underneath it that was tan in nature. 

But that wasn’t what horrified the hermits, no. 

It was the multiple gashes on the deity. The burned, charred hands and feet. Its face was horridly mauled, and Xisuma briefly wondered how the hell that thing saw anything. It was glaring heavily, but not towards the hermits. 

Its anger was directed at Builder. 

“L-Listen, Endanger-” Builder stuttered, waving his hands around and taking a step back from the clearly angry god. 

“You mean to tell me. I had to find out. My sister was dead. From a servent?” The god, known to mortals as Endanger, or the god of brutal war, snarled, its axe pointed at Builder. 

“I’m sorry! I was just busy with trying to get the other hermits back and-”

“Wait wait wait. Hermits?” Endanger looked at the mortals, who all inched back at its gaze. Its eyes locked onto Iskall’s, who was still mostly in his own daze and not paying attention. “You.” It pointed to the other, “You’re Iskall, right?” It asked, and Iskall looked over, nodding a little. 

“Yes. Why?”

“You’re Doc’s friend. Right?”

“I mean we’re all friends-?” Iskall looked at Builder, confused by this gods questions. 

“Then where is he? I don’t see him in your ranks.” Endanger asked once more. Iskall paused, afraid to tell this deity the truth. “Answer me.” 

“Hes… with Night.” Iskall said, eyes glued to the axe in the others hand. Endanger went quiet at that. It seemed to ponder something, only for a few mere moments before it’s angered expression turned into a large grin. 

“Well then. Lets go get my disciple back.”

___

Xisuma was crouched beside the god, and had to breath through his mouth as to not smell the heavy scent of rotting flesh that came with it. Endanger was grinning, completely hidden by the brush of the jungle. Nearby was Iskall’s half burned Omega tree, the start of Grian’s mansion, and the start of Mumbo’s…. Mega base? 

He slowly looked at the god, whose eyes were narrowed in front of it, peering through the bushes and looking about ready to pounce. Its clawed and charred fingers were curled tight around its battle axe’s handle, the sharp blade shining in the dim light. Endanger glanced down at him, only flicking its eyes over at him. 

“Do you want to know how to scare a god shitless?” It asked. 

Endangers voice was… odd. To say the least. It sounded like at least two people talking at once, it sounded sharp and cold, hissing like a snake. And yet it sounded joyful and mischievous. 

“Uh… Sure?” Xisuma asked more than said, but Endanger nodded anyways. They only waited a few more minutes in the jungles humidity, before Endanger’s body tensed, clawed feet digging into the ground as it got ready to pounce. 

“Follow my lead.” 

Was all Endanger said before an ear splitting war cry left its lips, well. It seemed like a war cry. To anyone else it sounded like a banshee screech. It leaped out from the bushes, catching Night fully off guard as it slammed its battle axe into the ground, Night barely missing. 

“SHIT-!” Night hissed, Beside them was Doc and Stress. Well… Doc and Princess. 

Xisuma rushed forward, and used his sword to try and knock Doc down, but was simply met with a sword rivaling his own. 

Endanger laughed, pulling its axe from the ground as its milky white eyes bore into Night’s through the mask. “Did you really think I wouldn’t show?” It taunted, swinging its axe brutally fast. It heard a yelp as Princess ducked down to dodge the swing, creating wither roses to hopefully still the god. The blackened thorns tore into Endangers skin, infecting the god with the withering effect. 

But it did nothing. Endanger ripped the vines from it, lunging once more for Night. The other drew their sword, barely blocking the axe in time. 

“I was counting on it actually. Just wanted to get to you first.” Night grunted, sending a punch to the other god, even if just to make them back away. Their fist collided with Endanger’s nose, and a loud crack followed by blood flow indicated they broke its nose. 

Endanger stumbled back, before glancing over to Princess, who had instead focused on trying to subdue Xisuma. It grinned lowly. 

“You hurt my disciple. You killed my sister. And you think I’d join you?” Endanger asked, its axe hooking around Princess’s waist and drawing her close. 

“Fuck. No.” 

Princess drove its clawed hand through Princess’s chest, the mortal gagging on her own blood as she shakily looked up at Night, fear flashing through her face before Endanger ripped out the mortals heart. Princess’s body collapsed onto the floor, before it vanished. 

Stressmonster101 was mauled by Endanger 

Endanger grinned at the look of horror Night was inevitably giving it. Endanger tilted its head back, mouth opening at it raising the still beating heart above its mouth. Its long tongue wrapped around the organ. Before swallowing it whole. 

“Thanks for the snack, Night. Now. HOW ABOUT THE MAIN COURSE?!” Endanger’s axe drove into Night’s arm, nearly cutting the limb in two. Night just straight up fled with their wound, vanishing into the dark of the jungle. Endanger laughed, blood dripping from its hand as it turned to face Xisuma and Experiment. 

Xisuma had ran into the jungle a small ways, vomiting onto the ground. Experiment stood in horror as the deity came closer. It rested its bloodied hands on his shoulders, falling to its knees. 

“Doc? Can you hear me?” It asked, and Experiment dared to growl at it. 

“I am not Doc.” It said, and Endanger laughed. 

“Always so feisty.” It sighed, before lifting Doc onto its shoulder. “Well. I have what I want. Hey wimp! Come on! Lets go back to the other wimps! Wait till they hear bout this!”

Xisuma groaned, slowly standing on shaking legs as he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. 

“How about we don’t horrify the others to the point of throwing up?”

“Awwww-”

~~~~~

AAAAnnnd!!! I’m back and able to post one shots on this account again!! :DD 

Happy New years everyone! Take this as my present to you all! ~Ollie

[ninja-go-to-therapy]

@lloydshoulddyehishair I hope I did okay with this one, it was a little difficult but I think I like the end result

758 words

There were times that Lloyd Garmadon forgot that he was a kid. There were other times that it hit him so hard in the gut that he couldn’t breathe.

This was one of those times.

Sometimes, everything just hit him so hard all at once. This time, it was just... it started over something so stupid.

He’d been making a sandwich. Nothing weird, nothing irregular. But then he’d dropped one of the pieces of bread, the one with peanut butter already spread on it, facedown on the floor. And he just... lost it.

Still holding the knife he’d been using, he started crying. And then his breathing became quicker and his knees gave out and he was sitting on the floor, sobbing over a piece of bread.

But it wasn’t over a piece of bread. It wasn’t over the bread at all.

His uncle, who’d been there for him when his father hadn’t been able to, was gone. Maybe forever. His mother had been off searching for months, and he hadn’t heard from her since she’d left. His father was dead. He had no family left.

For the longest time, Kai and Nya had been the big siblings he’d never known he wanted. They were all he could have asked for, and more.

But now they had their parents, and why would they still need Lloyd now that they had a real family?

The knife clattered to the floor, slipping out of his shaking hands.

His entire bloodline was a mess, and now what were essentially his adopted siblings truly didn’t need him anymore, and the other three, who were just as much brothers to him as Kai and Nya were, well, they were never around either. Not of their own wills, there was just so much ninja business to be taken care of these days, but still. Lloyd found himself far alone far too often.

He just wanted everything to go back to before the time twins had ruined his entire world. His dad had already been dead, and they hadn’t just rubbed salt in the wound, they had torn it open until he was bleeding out.

His sobs wracked his entire body, and he was too cold and too hot all at once, and he was being torn apart. By what, he did not know, but he was.

“Oh my FSM,” he heard, and he couldn’t even try to pull himself together. It didn’t matter anyway, because Nya had already seen him, hunched over against the cabinets next to a lonely knife and a piece of bread with the crusts cut off pasted to the floor with creamy peanut butter.

She rushed in, Kai close behind, and sat beside him on the floor. Kai sat on the other side of him, pulling him into a hug.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Kai asked once Lloyd remembered how to properly breathe.

Lloyd sniffled, shaking his head. It was stupid, just a sandwich, and he didn’t need to bother anyone about it.

“Lloyd, we’re here for you. What’s wrong?” Nya asked, rubbing his back in a soothing motion.

He wanted to tell them. He wanted to unload all his troubles onto them and let them tell him that it was all going to be okay. But it wasn’t going to be okay, and he couldn’t tell them.

“We can’t help if we don’t know what’s wrong.”

He wanted to tell them.

He wanted so badly to tell them. But this wasn’t something that could be fixed with a Kai Hug™️. Most of his problems weren’t, but telling Kai and Nya about them usually did help...

The words were spilling out before he could stop himself and the tears were still coming and he couldn’t breathe.

“Oh Lloyd,” one of them murmured, and he was wrapped in a hug from both sides. His breathing calmed.

“I promise you, you will always be our little brother.” Kai said, ruffling his hair. Lloyd smiled, just a little, already feeling a little better.

“And you can always talk to us whenever you’re feeling like this, you know. I’m never too busy, and I mean, it’s not like Kai has a social life—“

“Hey!”

Lloyd laughed. A real, genuine laugh, and for a moment, he forgot why he was so sad. Nya grinned to herself, because that was exactly what she’d been aiming to do.

“Come on, Green Bean, we’re going out for ice cream. Aaaannnd Nya’s paying?”

Nya rolled her eyes. “Fine, but only if you pay next time.”

“Yeah, yeah, totally.”

[agentcorpevents]

Leather Prompt

[Behind the scenes.  Alex and Lena wait for another interview together, unaware that Lucy is recording them]

Alex:  “Another interview for everyone, huh?”

Lena:  “Well, our followers do seem to like seeing us interact with each other.”

Alex:  “Yea...”

[Alex shies away and rubs her neck a little]

Lena:  “Al, you look nervous.  It’s just another casual interview.  With Kara, no less.”

Alex:  “No. Oh, I’m not—  You, just um... You look good in leather... I mean— Leather suits you. Er...”

Lena [smirks flirtatiously]:  “Yes well... so you do, Ms. Danvers.”

Lucy [from across the way]:  “AND THAT’S A WRAP!”

Alex:  “Luce!  What the—“

Kara [appearing from nowhere and giggling]:  “I asked Lucy to get some good bts shots of you two.  I think it’d be cute to add to our segment.  Aaaannnd... I think she did good.  I saw the whole thing.  You guys are—”

Alex:  “Dead.”

Lucy:  “Try it, Danvers.  You can’t lay a finger on me.  Plus, you know Kara is right.  The AgentCorpers will eat this up.  [smirks mischievously]  It’s good for your publicity and [clears her throat to muffle her words purposefully] shows your gay panic side.”

Alex:  “You are NOT publishing that.”

Lucy:  “Try and stop me.”

[Lucy runs off as Alex tries to catch her]

Lena:  “Gay panic Alex is a pretty endearing side though...”

Kara:  “Right?  She’s just shy about it.  Everyone loves her for it.”

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[razorblade180]

OC test:Veronica

Run the new guest through some old test.

Yujin:Okay Veronica, I’m here to walk you through the fence test. Basically all you need to do is get over a chain link fence that is roughly nine feet high as fast as you can. Oh, you can’t use your semblance by the way.

Veronica:*looking at it*........

Veronica:There’s an opening to walk throu-

Yujin:Just pretend it isn’t there please?

Veronica:Kay....

She bent over to stretch her legs then backwards to stretch her back out. Next, Veronica rolled her shoulders. Yujin couldn’t help but notice how flexible Veronica was. “You’re taking this seriously.” “Nah, I just don’t want to pull something.”

She took off sprinting without warning. Yujin watched the girl get faster and faster until she hopped forward into cartwheel, the transitioned into a backflip; the moment Veronica’s feet touched the ground, her body followed the momentum down and then she sprung upwards. Flying over the fence like a pole vaulter and twisting her body midair to land crouched on the ground.

Veronica:Done.

Yujin:......So is gymnastics a hobby or is this a feline thing?

Veronica:It’s a Blake likes ninjas thing.

xxxx

Yujin:Next test, breakfast. Make what you eat.

Veronica:Easy.

*several minutes later*

“Finished!” She said happily holding a plate of egg whites, sliced ham, and whole wheat toast with melted mozzarella. Her other hand was holding a strawberry smoothie.

Yujin:That’s healthy. What’s with the cheese?

Veronica:I’ll put the ham on it and eat open faced.

Yujin:I’m surprised there isn’t any fish.

Veronica:Thaaaaats racist.

Yujin:!? I’m sorry! I didn’t-

Veronica:I’m joking sweetheart.

Yujin:Oh....phew!

xxxx

Yujin:It’s time for the beach test. All you gotta do is put on what you would- oh my goodness! *crimson*

“What?” Veronica said a bit confused at the flustered girl who was currently looking through her fingers. Yujin wasn’t expecting to see Veronica in a swimsuit so suddenly. She wore a two piece black bikini with purple stitching. Alone it wouldn’t be that bold but it had more to do with how thin the straps were and the girl in question. Her tail wrapped around her tan waist while her hands rested on hips that could only come from a Belladonna; while the low cut of her bikini top proved that Veronica was indeed a Xiao Long. Confidence in all. Her entire body was perfectly toned and Yujin could see the definition in her muscles in places like her abs, arms, and even legs. Yet it wasn’t overdone. She didn’t want to admit it but Yujin was sort of looking at a runway model. Veronica looked gorgeous. She looked....like her mom; their mom technically.

Yujin:......

Veronica:Uuiuhhh you okay? Is this a bit much?

Yujin:Let’s move on to the next test.

xxxx

Yujin:Halloween costume, go.

Veronica:*dressed as Power Girl* Tadah! Hand made too.

Yujin:Why not just Supergirl?

Veronica:I like Power Girl’s development more.

Yujin:*mumbles* Physically or emotionally?

Veronica:What was that?

Yujin:Nothing....

xxxx

Yujin:In this test you’re supposed to talk about one amazing memory and one bad one so the door may open.

Veronica.Hmmmm pass.

Yujin:What?

Veronica:Not spilling my guts to a door. People who know me already know what I’m about and those who don’t can tread lightly if they’re brave enough to ask. So I’m gonna pass.

Yujin:I....I guess you can do that since Carmine did.

xxxx

Yujin:You’re at a festival try to have-

She didn’t even get to finish her sentence before she saw Veronica mosey her way to a stand where a worker sat. After a few minutes of them talking, the worker stood up and walked away as she sat down.

Yujin:(What the heck is she doing?)

Veronica:*inhales....* Who wants face paint!? Half off!!!!

A swarm of kids line up immediately in excitement. Veronica happily sits in front of a little girl and starts going to town. Even teens and adults start to line up.

Yujin:*frowns* Hmph.....

xxxx

Veronica:I actually enjoyed that a lot. Not many kids ask to be raccoons or giraffes.

Yujin:That’s because most people can’t paint them accurately.

Veronica:I those people weren’t committed then. Next test?

Yujin:You know....maybe that’s enough.

Veronica:Really?

Yujin:Yeah. I think the points been made. You’re pretty cool; pretty in general. And athletic, talented, confident, fun.... a real life of the party. Let me guess, you can fight too.

Veronica:It’s not really my thing .but of course I know how. Lessons from the boxing manic herself.

Her hands go up and her knees bend. As if by magic, Yujin barely saw Veronica throw a one two combo but she felt the wind come off her fist. Veronica continued to shadow box freely; throwing a few mixups into her swift routine that was sure to catch anyone slipping. A smile grew as she mentally patted herself on the back for her flawless form, but then she put her arms down and saw Yujin displeased. Not at her form but with everything about today.

Veronica:What’s with the long face?

Yujin:It’s nothing.

Veronica:Hun you’ve been staring at me like a moth to a flame since we started. You got something to say then say it to my face.

Yujin:.....

Yujin:People say how I’m so much like Yang all the time in my world. Now that I see you, I can see how wrong they actually are.

Veronica:.......

Veronica:*looks around*

Nobody whatsoever.

Veronica:So, this room can create basically anything right?

Yujin:What?

Veronica:I was told The Void can be anything that anyone needed it to be. Is it true or not?

Yujin:I don’t see how-

Veronica:Answer the question!

Yujin:Yes! Geez, no need to get loud with-

Her lips get covered with a single finger. Suddenly a giant trunk appears alongside a privacy blind. Yujin was about to question what was happening but Veronica pulled her by the arm before she got the chance.

Yujin:Hey! Your hands don’t go there! What the-

Veronica:Ssssshhhh I’m working. Now you either undress yourself or I’ll tackle you and do it myself. *ruffling Yujin’s hair* Geez this is some thick stuff.

Yujin:You know you’re very forceful!

Veronica:Less talking. More stripping. Wow, I can see why that boy is into you.

Yujin:Veronica!!!!

*20 harrowing minutes later*

Veronica:Aaaaaannnd finished.

Yujin:Can I open my eyes now?

Veronica:That’s kinda why I said “aaaannnd finished.”

Yujin:Boy you are a lot in long doses.

She opened her eyes and found herself in front of a full body mirror. Yujin almost didn’t recognize herself. Her clothes, they were Yang’s old clothes. The same outfit she wore when her team faught the prototype paladin. Not just that, Veronica had slipped ember celica onto her wrist as well; she even gave Yujin the life hair tuft at the top of her head like Yang. The girl was at a loss for words. All she could think to do was activate her semblance and truly complete the replication. Red blush started to come across her face.

Yujin hadn’t noticed Veronica changed as well until the girl stood right next to her in the mirror. She wore Yang’s old biker clothes; coattails and all. Her hand went up and rested on Yujin’s shoulder.

Veronica:If matching wasn’t a crime, I might’ve wore that too, but I think you have a certain way of pulling that off. Not to mention it doesn’t have much room for a tail. All in all, you look like Yang’s daughter to me.

Yujin:I....don’t know what to say.

Veronica:Don’t say anything. Not to me or anybody else. I just couldn’t pass up the opportunity to experiment on my dimensional half sister since Lucas wouldn’t let me dress him up. Deal?

Yujin:Hehehe, deal.

Veronica:Perfect. *walks away* Like I said, no room for my tail in that thing so you can keep it.

Yujin:(Maybe she’s not so bad after all)

*Later on*

Summer:I’m sick of shit!

Veronica:I’m sick of your breath!

Nicholas:*pushing them apart* Stop fighting!!!

Yujin:(Or, just like Carmine, she’s a softie for siblings. Yeah it’s probably that one.)

[karazor--el]

#Repost @davidharewood Aaaannnd that’s an episode wrap on me directing 511! Hugely enjoyable experience. Great actors, great crew, looking forward to seeing it all put together. https://www.instagram.com/p/B45hEYLibTo/?igshid=12yei9ygandwl