#also she looks so good in the white suit with her hair and head circle thingy pls I love her

[kit-williams]

The Spider Suite

Apothecarian Imperial Fist: Astel Redlane

Sickly/weak darling named Mouse

I need to say the biggest shoutout to @bispecsual because a good CHUNK of the yandere boys had her help involved. The small mood boards had her help as well in helping me pick out pictures. 100% helped with getting a plot for the White Scar, helping pick out music for both Azazel rework; the imperial fist; and the white scar as well. They're been an amazing soundboard to work off of and have given me ideas for more short stories/au's etc. Like they have been such a big help that I can't thank them enough for giving me an ear to just go off on tangents about "what if the boys but chaos" and other such just random stuff that during fluffuary I didn't want to write about just yet. (And also keeping me on track with writing all the insane stuff)

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

Thank you to @squishyowl for the Dividers

tw: SMUT, non con/rape , somnophilia, drugging, yandere behavior

Astel was one of the few brothers suited to taking care of others. Now that did not make him less of a fighter but he could handle returning from a battle covered in the gore caused by tending his battle brothers. Perhaps such a burden and weight upon his shoulders and to keep such a smile and tenderness in his person... perhaps such a thing is what turned his hair white. He entered his room and his eyes settled upon the chapter serf resting upon his bed, his Mouse as he had taken to affectionately calling her. Chapter Serfs were different from most baselines... but Mouse?

Sickly thing... and he could not help but take such pity on her, he wasn't heartless so how could he not take pity upon her? She had simply gotten the short end of the genetic lottery as he had studied her predispositions and she, for a chapter serf, was weak. The laborious lifestyle she was born into did not help her completely while hardier to baselines but compared to her peers she was such a sickly thing. Such a hardy stock serfs were, his fingers danced over her arm as his grey eyes looked over her body, but she tired easy... she was often sick or unwell... out of breath often... just she was just unlucky... if he was a crueler man one might say she was a burden even. His fingers trailed over her back and gently rubbed circles as she let out a small cough.

This is how Astel kept sane... he would find himself a pet project for him to feel good about. He made sure his door was locked and that he wouldn't be disturbed... he looked over the work orders that he had convinced Mouse to give to him to ensure that there would be a nice chunk of time that her companion was busy. He hummed softly as he opened a medical cabinet and pulled out a special mixture for her, making sure there were no air bubbles in it before he injected his mouse. She sighed and relaxed at the cocktail of medications and relaxants entered her veins. Things to help her and try to strengthen her and to help her body relax for what was to come. His fingers ran through her hair as he pulls her messy bun out looking at her hair cupping her face with a loving look in his eyes.

Astel undid his body glove, a part of him wishing she was awake to watch him so he could watch her eyes move over his body. His fingers running through the white happy trail on his stomach as his balls felt heavy... it had been awhile since he had some relief. His fingers pushing back the skin around his cock as he lazily strokes himself to half mast. A grower he's been called and far too girthy as well. He cocked his head to the side with a smile on his face as he just watched her nuzzle his pillow. He did his best to help her with her aliments and make her feel good. He always made sure she left his presence well rested and feeling better, if not slightly sore sometimes.

The bed, made for a man like him, had hardly any impression made by her body and it groaned as he sat on the bed and starts to undo her clothes. He can't help but lean down and press kisses to the back of her neck, wanting to suck on her skin and leave marks there, but his fingers work her robe free from her body. It didn't start like this... he just was a weak man for her weak body... it just started with touches to help soothe her as she slept... and then his hands roamed and she made such irresistible noises as she slept... and finding out that she could take so many of his fingers in her without waking up and just mewling instead is what drove him to this. She had to like it if she mewled right?

He rolled her over... his hand caressing her cheek and moving a strand of hair away from her cheek. His fingers made quick work of her breast bindings and freed her breasts. He leaned in as he wrapped a mouth around one of her nipples and suckled. His tongue caressing the hardening nub as his own member hardened slowly between his legs. The scent of her arousal spurring him on as did many things... he learned how to touch her and make his Mouse feel good. He just had to make sure... she didn't wake up for what he was going to do.

He pulled his mouth away from one overly wet nipple and trailed kisses in the valley of her breasts whispering to her flesh, "Do I make you feel good, little Mouse?" Astel asks before pushing his fingers between her folds and he hears her whimper of pleasure in reply. He always made sure to prepare her, like he did with any lover, but she always took him so well its what made him focus so much on her. Her soft whimpers become akin to an earworm for him haunting him throughout the day as he wrote down medical notes or sketched organs... and the way her face emoted with such soft pleasure haunted him that he has a book full of sketches of such soft faces.

He cannot wait for the day that he won't have to make sure she wont wake up but for now its for her own good for her to be so relaxed. He pulled his fingers out of her sex and pushed them into his mouth as he licked them clean as well checked on her health, she tasted so good. His cock, now fully hardened, twitched in excitement as he could see it as her body being willing to be taken by him. He pulled her up and into his lap as her head rested against his chest as he could hear her whimper as he positioned her over his cockhead. As he eased her down he couldn't help but let out soft moans... he couldn't get relief as often as his brothers due to his girth and he could feel how her walls tried to push him out.

He moved a hand down to her hooded bead and played with it feeling her walls flutter and the waves of her natural lubricant coat his cock to help him sink in till her hips touched his. Astel flexed his thighs as he resisted to thrust up as he had to give her body her time to adjust to his size. He wonders how she would let him know to move? Would she play coy? Would it just be a simple word? A nod of her head? A trail of her hand on his chest? Down his arm? As she looked up at him blissed out in pleasure upon his bed.

His lips touch her forehead and some part of him wanted to see her eyes open and her judge him in this moment... would she look at him as blissed out and lovingly as he wanted or would it be the disgust and horror that he probably deserved for what he was doing to her. He furrowed his brow at the shame that washed over him and he pushed it away by thrusting up into her body and hearing that soft pleasured whimper from her. Her hair tickled his chest and his arm as he held onto her hips as he had her leaning on him, his hands sliding her up and down his cock. It started innocent... touches to help soothe her... a stolen kiss... trailing hands and more intimate touches followed by suckling marks upon her skin where she would not see them easily. The backs of her thighs and close to her ass is where he marks as how else can she see behind her easily?

He did have some competition... her overseer was a failed aspirant and while he didn't like her weakness... it too charmed him and he was trying to court her in his own way. He knew what charm she had... but he made it clear to him that she was his Mouse. And like a good aspirant he listened to his betters but he wasn't a mean peer to his lesser... he just turned the aspirants gaze to his Mouses' companion, someone who was overly concerned with how long Mouse spent in his bedroom, and thus he solved 2 problems.

He felt adventurous tonight as he stood up and continued to thrust into her willing entrance. Hot tongue confessions in gothic left his lips as drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. He so badly wanted to hear her gasps of pleasure and her screaming his name as her walls spasmed around him. His mind raced at what positions he would take her in as they fucked, no not fucked but as he loved her properly. She wasn't as weak or as sickly as many made her out to be... she could handle his cock with ease and it was always so hard to find serfs who could. Usually he was so pent up and perhaps he had a bad habit of always clinging to a serf that can handle him... and with that being also his pet project... well that's how she was both a project and a sexual release. He was so close... he played with that bead and felt her strangling his cock and he came with her name slipping from his lips.

She woke up to the scratching of a stylus to parchment which meant that Brother Astel had returned. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her eye wiping away the sleep. She felt tired but in a good way... and that was more than what she normally got in her bed. "I hope you had a good rest, little mouse." She heard Astel finally say as he turns in his chair looking over at her with his usual warm and kind smile.

"Yes I did." Mouse said finally noticing her hair was now braided and she smiles as she always appreciated how Astel would do this for her, "I really shouldn't sleep here." She says softly.

"Nonsense. You need this my dear and I'm happy to offer my little serf some help." Astel said with his usual mirth.

"Your serf?" Mouse said with a laugh, closing her eyes and missing how Astel tenses and the distress in his body. She stopped laughing but still smiled at him, "I suppose I might be."

"Do... do you not wish to be?" Astel says softly in a curious tone... unknown to Mouse this was a question he wasn't ready to hear rejection too. He was just taking things away from her... giving her all of the time and freedom she wanted with him... Astel stopped his racing mind... he would give her back all her freedoms soon, just he had to make sure she wouldn't leave.

She kicked her feet as she sat in the bed just thinking, "I doubt I'm cut out to be a personal serf, Lord Redlane."

"I think you could be." He says encouragingly to her and she always appreciated how Astel, while it might be pity, still did not think of her as being overly weak.

She hopped off his bed looking at those charming grey eyes of his and that smile... that encouraging smile, "I'll... I'll think about it at least." Mouse said before making his bed and cleaning up a few things before slipping on her shoes and leaving his room to return to her duties. Astel let out a sigh as his eyes returned to the parchment as again there she was once more drawn in the nude laid upon his bed with such a beautiful peaceful look upon her face and for now Astel had to live with this vision upon parchment... and he could for now at least do that.

[ghostingaces]

We Need To Talk About Glass | 141 x Reader/Oc

Synopsis; There’s something not right about the rookie

Warnings; vague horror themes and foul language

Notes; Glass is technically an oc but I don’t mention a name or physical description in this, even though she has one, is because this is kind of like a screen test for her. The only description so far is she's tall, Irish, and has plale eyes. This au is also inspired by this and this which I absolutely adore. This is my first piece of writing on this site so I hope you enjoy.

Its also only Price and Ghost for now. It’s a bit rough. Part Two here.

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Most of the file before him was blacked out.

Rows upon rows of dark lines stared back at him as he flickered through the manilla folder, crime scene like photos of bloodshed tacked to pages after pages of mission reports. Occasionally the repetitive drivel would be interrupted by a disciplinary report, but those were drowned out with commendations.

“No picture?” Prime hummed as he flipped back to the first page.

“No Sir” The Irish Ranger in front of him answers. He's a tall man, bald with keen green eyes, and the rookies former CO. Lieutenant Byrne. A respectable and very capable man. A man who’s knuckles had been bone white on the file when he handed it over, green gaze refusing to flicker over the pictures he had probably seen dozens of times already. He had probably lived through several.

Price cast his gaze back down to the first page of the rookies file. Her name was simple and easy to remember, but distinct enough to suit her stature. He read it twice again just to make sure that it stuck though.

 He rubbed his eyes as an uncomfortable itch overtook them.

“Infiltration, demolitions, interrogation, guerrilla warfare..., Jack of all trades aren't you...” He read over the callsign inscribed on the page “Glass”

The figure in the corner nodded. A scratchy voice echoed from behind the balaclava “Yes sir”

He had barley noticed the woman when she had walked into the briefing room behind Lieutenant Byrne. Draped in all black and of a similar stature to the man, she had seemed more of a shadow then person. By the time Price had realised she wasn't just an apparition, she had retreated into the dark like she belonged there. 

“Before you're cleared for active duty you'll run some sims with the team” He explained. He settled his gaze on where he thought her eyes would be but could only see the shimmer of something staring back at him.

“Yes Sir”

“Even after that you won't be let out on the field for a while, not until you sim scores are perfect. Any objections?”

“No Sir”

“I expect perfection for my team, no room for mistakes.” Price stood from his desk and circled it slowly so he could sit closer to Glass (what was her name again?) and stare into the depths of the shadows that covered her “Understood”

There was what he perceived as a nod “Yes Sir”

“Good.” He grunted before reaching out to the other ranger for a grateful handshake “Lieutenant Byrne, thank you for the introduction but I can take it from here”

“Of course Sir” The irishman smiled aloofly has he shook the captains hand, grip firm, before stepping back closer to the woman “I’ll be out of you hair by the morning.”

Captain Price nodded with an amicable smile and watched as Byrne stepped closer to the woman who had moved to face him. They spoke in hushed voices, a flush of cold sweat gathering across the mans bald head, and what sounds like him snapping out a small ‘behave’ bounced around the room before he moved briskly to the door.  It open with a scream of rusted hinges.

“Good luck Sir” Lieutenant Byrne smile tightly and shut the door behind him.

Good luck?

Price watched him go, head turned towards the door, before looking back to Glass.

She was closer than before.

A lot closer.

He could make out the structure of sharp bones under the black balaclava, high cheeks and an almost roman nose, as well as tired pale eyes that seemed to look perpetually glassy. He looked away when the itch returned. John huffed, callused hands rubbing his eyes softly, and watched in his peripheral is Glass continued to stare.

When the ache subsided, he offered a hand to shake “Welcome to the 141″

The corners of her eye crinkled every so slightly and he caught what looked like a smile in her dead eyes “Happy to be here Sir”

He could feel the ice of her skin through her gloves when they shook hands. Something distinctly wrong settled in his chest as he stared into her almost fake looking eyes. (Iris too glass like, pupils to much like a void)

What was her name again?

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There was something wrong with Glass.

Something almost artificial, something uneven in the way she walked. Something doll like in the way she turned her head.

Ghost, the paranoid man that he was, noticed it first.

Noticed the lights that flickered when she walked into the room, a figure that wasn't her appearing in the shadow, before the bulbs would return to their usual florescent glow. The woman didn't seem to notice (or she didn't care) and was content to to carry on with her day. Ghosts eyes would follow her though, catching her gaze in the mirror she walked past. (He knew for a fact all the mirrors in her room were covered)

Her reflection would linger a moment while her body walked on.

Every instance of wrongness was so quick.

Too quick, like she was teasing him. 

Daring him to say something.

He never told anyone he saw it happen

She made attempts to be normal. Well versed on most topics, she held up conversation easily (if you could ignore you own voice echoing back at you occasionally) but her gaze seemed to pierce through you. Glassy. Fake. Eyes more lifeless than the taxidermy deer head his father hung above the mantle.

He’d watch her for the rest of the day. 

He'd watch as she stalked from room to room, lingering in the back, ghoulishly pale eyes fixated on the people that milled about, as if waiting on one to walk off alone so she could follow. Stalking like a predator, like something hungry. 

People had been going MIA recently 

He’d never seen her eat, never drink, never seen a sliver of skin that wasn't the greasepaint covered flesh around her eyes. Hands constantly bound in leather gloves, tall body locked away in layers of black fabric and body armour. However, in spite of the heavy boots she wore, her steps were basically soundless. She moved like smoke.

“Keep sneaking up on me and I might shoot you” He had snapped one day, tone playful but a genuine threat thinly veiled in his words. He wasn't comfortable with her at his back, not with the knife always on her belt.

Glass has simply laughed, the sound as grating as nails on a chalk board, before she slinked off to to bother Soap or linger in Prices shadow, knife hilt glittering like polished gold.

A Celtic cross was carved into the handle.

A similar gold one hung from a thin chain around her neck, weathered with age and handling, but meticulously cared for.

Soap had asked is she believed in God when he first saw it dangling around her throat, polished gold blindingly vibrant against the blood and black of her tac vest. The chain was short which made the sigil sit right on her breastbone, right above rows of magazines waiting to be used.

Glass had chuckled hoarsely, like she thought having faith in something was more of a desperate joke more than anything else, before spinning a painful vague story about a grandmother and family heirlooms.

Ghost new many people in the service who believed in one god or another, he knew how important it was in a job like this to have something to hold onto to ground yourself when the bullets started flying and bodies dropped around you. Knew it was better to have anything than to let horror of the job eat you alive.

But Glass?

He knew no god could help that creature.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Caged In (part 2)

Part 1

Day 2: Style

Summary: Lucien has some really amazing fashion sense, and his newly made friend is very interested in his wardrobe.

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A/n: because many of you were asking about a part 2, it gave me the idea to do the whole week in this series. I'll try my best to make a part for everyday now ❣️ this is not much, but I'm trying and simply having some fun 😉

Also, I don't think the fic really fits much into the prompt, but it's alright. Right? Anyways, I decided I wanted to see him in clothes that are not green or red, so...

So here is my second contribution to @lucienweekofficial 🫶

(I don't really like this, but anyways. I wrote this in 1‐2 hours, what am I even expecting. Maybe I'll like tomorrow's more?)

Enjoy!

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Y/n watched intently as Lucien and Jurian bickered over who would cut the wood for the fire and who would go into the market to get the items necessary for the night's dinner.

They had been at it for quite some time, and because she was bored, she had gotten herself a cup of tea and settled down to watch the two of them.

It had been one month since that night, since Lucien had helped her flee the night court, and she was surprised no one from the inner circle had arrived to search for her. Sure, she had received countless letters and notes from Rhys and Cassian, demanding to know where she was and that she return home.

She wouldn't do that anytime soon.

She had only left a note that said, I'm tired of your overprotective tendencies before she left.

Cassian had always been overprotective over her, since the moment he found her hiding in her mother's skirts and staring at him and the other males of the camp, just before they had pulled her mother away and slaughtered her.

After Cassian had been born, the males of the camp had taken him from his mother, ready to kill her. But before they could, she had sneaked away and ran. After days of running, she ran into a fae man, who gaslit her into believing they were in love and raped her, hence making her pregnant with Y/n.

Because Y/n's father was not an Illyrian, Y/n was only half Illyrian, and that meant she could make her wings vanish, just like Rhys.

After Nyx's birth, she and Cassian had visited an Illyrian camp due to some unrest having arisen. The men there were too pissed that a female was trying to command them, one of them even daring to get into her space and rant about how he would do unimaginable things to her and she would soon die.

And Cassian had taken him a little too seriously, confining Y/n to the river house hoping that she'll be safe.

But in the process, he had caged her in.

The sound of Jurian's cheers brought Y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her cup of tea.

Jurian grinned as he flounced up to Y/n, ruffling her hair on the way in. She swatted him away and he chuckled.

"So? He's going to the market?"

Lucien grumbled out an affirmation, starting to walk away towards the forest nearby. Y/n contemplated staying or following Lucien. If she stayed, she'd die of boredom untill Vassa arrived. If she followed, she could get some entertainment by irritating Lucien.

Making her decision, she shoved her empty cup into Jurian's chest, who was on his way out. She kissed his cheek in apology, sprinting to catch up to Lucien.

"Hello again."

"Why are you following me–"

"The weather seems really good today, don't you think?"

He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing before he sighed. "I don't know."

She grinned, bumping his shoulder with her own. Or atleast she tried to, her shoulder barely reaching his.

He shook his head, entering the clearing where he would chop the firewood in. She trotted to a nearby tree with huge roots where she took a seat, watching him.

He was wearing one of his beautifully made tunics today, the first three buttons undone. It was black colored, an unusual color to see him in. But it suited him nonetheless, maybe even more than his normal colours.

His breeches were light grey, bordering on white. They hugged his legs perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. The powerful muscles in his thighs rippled lightly as he stalked around the clearing, gathering wood to chop.

She simply watched him, taking note of the elegance and grace in his every step and movement.

Soon he had gathered the amount of wood he deemed fit, and he got ready to begin chopping them up into smaller bits. He pulled out a strip of leather from his pocket, and pulled his long hair back, tying it off in a neat knot at the base of his neck. He then proceeded to fold his sleeves up to his elbows, the muscles in his forearms flexing, the rings on his fingers glinting in the dying rays of the sun.

Y/n's mouth dried.

But she wasn't one to blame when a male like Lucien was doing things like that in front of her.

He lifted the axe, bending a little to chop into the wood. The necklaces he wore dangled in front of his chest, making him look all the more... delicious.

Delicious?!? What the hell?

She watched him, all the muscles in his body rippling. She wanted to go up to him, and pull his–

No. She didn't want anything. She couldn't want anything.

A small smirk formed on his lips, and Y/n knew she had been caught.

"You know, it's a little rude to stare, my lady."

She swallowed, trying to get her tongue off the roof of her mouth as he lifted the small axe, bringing it down on the wood again. There was something she had been wanting to ask him.

"You know, I was wondering if I could see your wardrobe."

He paused, axe suspended in the air as he half turned to her.

"What?"

"I said–"

"I heard what you said. My lady."

She flushed. "Oh."

After a few moments, he spoke again. "Why do you want to see my clothes?"

"Um... I wanted to... see if there was something I wanted to steal from your clothes."

He blinked. "Why... why would you want to do that?"

"Because I think you have really amazing clothes and... you have a good style."

He smirked. "Is that so?"

She groaned, throwing her hair back.

"Are you going to let me have a shirt of yours or not?"

"Why do you want one?" He asked, turning his focus back to chopping the wood.

"Because I want to wear something good for tonight because Vassa is taking me to dinner tonight."

Lucien's brows Rose, but he didn't stop. "And why is she taking you out?"

"Because the both of us are tired of you males and we both deserve a day off. You can babysit Jurian for one night, can you not?"

Lucien laughed, the sound sending the butterflies in Y/n's stomach into a panic.

"And you don't have a tunic you can wear outside?"

"I don't like mine. They are very simple, and Vassa will kill me if I wore something like that."

Lucien sighed. "I guess you will not leave me alone unless I let you have my shirts?"

"You might be right."

"Well then, you can take a look, when we get back."

Y/n squealed. "Thank you Lucien!"

He smiled.

And so began Y/n's harmless little crush on Lucien.

Little did she know it was not, in fact, just a harmless little crush.

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Part 3

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @lizziesfirstwife

[darkcrowprincess]

In TLO, we are told that the Oracle cannot date. So what if Percy and Rachel were dating beforehand, and then right before she becomes the Oracle, they have a quick wedding ceremony so they’re married, not dating?

*most of my knowledge of how consent of marriage in New York between two 16 to 17 year olds comes from google. So if I get anything legally wrong I apologize*

"Are you sure about this Rachel?"

"I'm sure Percy." Rachel says from inside the single family bathroom at the court house.

"Besides if it doesn't work out we can always get divorce."

"Gee thanks." Percy says sarcastically.

Rachel giggles softly, "You know what I mean Percy. Besides I've got a good feeling about this. It feels right."

"Like I'm about to have a weird vision of the future feeling, or just a regular good feeling?" Percy questions.

Before Rachel can answer Percy's Mom and Paul comes up behind him. Sally smiling with a piece of paper in her hands. Mr Dares written consent. He smiles and waves back. Nervousness fully hitting him

"How did you get your dad to agree to this?"

"Blackmail". Rachel says, finally opening the bathroom door and stepping out.

"Oh". Percy says, stunned at the sight he sees before him. Ocean eyes wide, cheeks turning red.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a vision in ivory white. The dress she wears hangs around her all drape like but beautiful. Reminding Percy of greek women in movies. Two pieces of fabric attached to the skirt are also clip around her wrists so the skirt flows and swishes with her. As she move the dress moves with her, as if shes floating in water. The part of the bodice thats attached to the flowing skirt is aligned with white sea pearls. One perfectly lined up in a row, one after another. Circling her waistline. More pears are sewed at the top of the bodice near her chest. Showing a modest but greek style neckline. The look is completely with her red curls still wild but beautiful. A greek style flower laurel on her head, with a bit of white veil going down her back. Her face plain but no less beautiful natural. Big green wide eyes pop amongst the white, freckles all over her body standing out even more, but still beautiful. The most beautiful thing of all is her happy carefree smile.

Percy has said nothing, completely amazed by how beautiful she looks. He feels (embarrassing to think let alone admit) like Prince Eric from that Disney movie when Ariel the mermaid steps out of the shadows for the prince to see her in her pretty pink dress.

Flustred and still amazed Percy comments, "Yo-you look beautiful "

Rachel gives a happy flirty smile back. Eyes Percy up and down in satisfaction.

"No so bad yourself Percy. You clean up nice."

He laughs nervously, and tries not to mess up his styled black hair by running his fingers through it. After the yelling(first time ever really his mom has ever yelled like that and questioned what he was thinking) Percy's mom quickly came around once he fully explained about Rachel becoming the orcale. She again asked him if they were both sure(mainly eyeing her son for his reactions). But quickly became fully supportive with Paul's help. Paul more so getting Mr Dare's written consent, and finding a court house that would marry two teenagers in New York. Sally Jackson not only helped Percy with his hair, she got Percy a suit. A dark ocean blue suit. Plain white dress shirt. Matching ocean blue vest and tie. Percy felt like a ridiculous little boy playing dress up. However seeing Rachel, and her over all reaction. For once Percy felt maybe he did look good too. That they could actually maybe do this.

Percy reaches to hold both of Rachels hands. Linking their fingers together.

"Ready?" Questions Percy(he doesn't really need to.)

A determined look flashes in Rachel Elizabeth Dare's eyes. "Ready."

Percy nods then turns to his mom. She smiles at him.

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Everything after that is a blur, what Percy remembers most is standing in front of the judge with Rachel. Holding her hands. He would be afraid that he's squeezing the circulation from her fingers, however shes squeezing just as hard back. So good to know he's not the only one freaking out. But soon the judge is having them sign their names on the paperwork. Afterwards he has them recite the typical lines you always hear at weddings.

"Do you Perseus Jackson, being of sound mind and body take Rachel Elizabeth Dare as you lawful wedded wife?" The old judge says, looking like stereotypical old man judge with glasses and gray hair. He has a disapproving look on his face('probably at their ages, but the old geezer can stuff it' thinks Percy).

Percy genuinely grins at Rachel. A soft fragile thing. He is fully putting his heart in her hands. "I do."

The judge continues, "And do you Rachel Elizabeth Dare, being of sound mind and body take Perseus Jackson as your lawful wedded husband?"

Rachel eyes shine. She has a serious look on her face. Not letting her eyes leave Percy she says, "I do."

"Than by the state of New York I pronounce you husband and wife. Young man you may now kiss your bride."

Percy sees a flash of blonde in the corner of his eye in the back of the court house but he ignores it(he's not letting her ruin this. Especially for Rachel). He takes a quick look a his mom and Paul (his parents) both smiling and crying. He finally looks at Rachel who smiles at him in reassurance. Rachel mouths the words 'I have a good feeling about this.' It gives him the courage to finally close the gap. Rachel leans up on her tip toes as he leans down and their lips touch. Warmth and comfort flashes through the both of them. It feels like home to Percy(it feels like he's breaking the cycle. Making his own destiny. They are no longer pawns of the gods)

Percy pulls Rachel closer and runs his fingers through her red curls. Kissing her a little harder. She hums in pleasure.

Too quickly they end the kiss and both pull back. Meadow green eyes meet ocean. Both unbelievably happy.

Hand in hand they walk to Percy's parents. Rachels sees the blonde sitting in the back and ignores it too. Through congratulations from both hugging parents Percy and Rachel dont let go of each others hands.

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Rachel and his parents are both waiting outside the courthouse when Percy finally goes up to Annabeth. She meets him half way. Walking quickly to meet him. He expects it, but still flinches at the hard punch she gives him to his face( Annabeth is also wearing a silver ring with owl craved into the band. The owl cuts against Percy's eyebrow).

Casually the blonde shakes her fist out, her knuckles brused. Annabeth's eyes are cold, yet her face doesn't show much emotion. "How could you! Especially with her! She's a mortal Percy!"

Percy (ignoring the pain) tries to stay calm, hopefully he can get through this quickly. The quicker he gets through this the quicker he can get back to his parents and his girl- no his wife. His wife now he happily thinks.

"Since when is that your concern Annabeth? I can date and marry who I want. Your my friend. I would think you'd be happy for me."

Annabeth face goes a little red in angrer. Finally some emotion is showing.

" I kissed you, I thought even a seaweed brain like you can even figure out what that means!"

"Yeah you kissed me. Meaning you like me. But that doesn't mean I return those feelings Annabeth!" Percy says through clenched teeth.

Annabeth has worry in her eyes now. "This wasn't how this was suppose to go!" She grips his jacket collar hard and desperate. "You think this will be ok with the gods Percy?! Not only is she mortal, she's the psychic of Delphi too. They will not be pleased with this! They wont like being out smarted like this!"

Percy removes her hands from his person. "Its my life Annabeth! And I get to choose how I want to live it. We both get to. So I'm choosing her." Percy finally gives her and apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but I care for her enough to risk it." It's too early to say love Percy thinks. But he's definitely starting to feel it could go that way with time. "I don't feel that way for you Annabeth. I'm sorry."

Full blown emotion finally shows on her face. Her lip wobbles, and tears gather in her eyes. But than her face goes angry again. Tears finally spill. "I gave up Luke for you. Fine than, if that's how you want to play it. Have fun with your mortal. When the gods get pissed off enough to think of some horrible pay back. Don't come crying to me." She turns swiftly and not looking back. Percy makes a motion to follow her, but Annabeth puts on her baseball cap and goes invisible.

He feels horrible for Annabeth. But he wont let her ruin today. He looks at his hand with his ring on it and smiles. He wont let anyone one ruin it.

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"What happened to your forehead?" Rachel questions with worry, she gently touches the mark on his eyebrow.

Percy just smiles at her, clasping her hand with hers.

"It's nothing don't worry about it Mrs Jackson."

Rachel laughs at that. The look on her face is so beautiful he can't help but kiss her.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[marzbix-crystal]

[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Apophyllite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right, they have grey-blue hair that reaches their chin with one side partially covering their face, they wear the winter uniform with a shirt, tie, puffy sleeves, flared shorts, and flat shoes with bows on them, they also wear white knee-socks and elbow-length gloves, In the lower centre is a headshot of Apophyllite looking towards the left with their hair obscuring their face, in the lower left is a stylized drawing of them with one hand on their hip and the other holding a broom, finally in the top left is an image of Apophyllite crystals, and a Manga screenshot depicting a Lunarian mentioning the gem, with a red circle and arrows pointing to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below

APOPHYLLITE She/Her Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4.5 Nicknames: Phyll or Poppy The Fourth Elder Gem. She pulled everyone together when Kongo Sensei lost consciousness. She's a lovely gem, but very strict on how she runs things- she's always fussing the youngsters about their uniforms, sleeping quarters, and even their posture. Apophyllite is a jack of all trades, she can teach, fix broken gems, mend clothes, she can even make quality paper. But she prefers cleaning above all else- dirt and clutter beware!! Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: She is the Head Cleaner, and while she has a team of cleaners to keep the school tidy all year-round, she begins rallying every gem to get things (mostly) spotless before winter hits.

[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Pink Fluorite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right with their head turned to the left, they have long, sleek, reddish pink hair that hangs around their shoulders like a scarf with a strand of hair drooping from the top of their head, they wear a suit with a waistcoat, shirt, tie, rolled-up sleeves, trousers, and high-heeled shoes, In the lower centre is a stylized doodle of Pink Fluorite from the waist up, they have their hands on their hips and they have a disgusted expression on their face, the word "disgusted" is written in bold letters on their left, in the lower left is a bust drawing of the character facing the left while looking over their shoulder at the viewer, their hair is tied into a bun, finally in the top left is an image of a Pink Fluorite crystal, and a Manga screenshot depicting a strategy board where the character Phosphophyllite mentions them, a red circle and arrows point to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below PINK FLUORITE She/He Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4 No Nicknames: Use their full name or refer to as "Sir" A total etiquette freak, far too strict to be a Mediator, but she still does her best to uphold the rules to the best of her ability. He was once the Delinquents' worst nightmare, but he started to mellow out a while ago. She had a weird one-sided rivalry with Labradorite, but she has mostly grown out of it. Mostly. Several-hundred years shy of Elder Gem status, but he still pulls the age card like it's a badge once in a while. She's weirdly agile for a gem that doesn't fight. He often ties his hair up into a bun, a very prim and proper gem. Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: Pink Fluorite is actually quite elusive nowadays, he's usually holed up in the Library, making sure everything is in the right place. Despite her cold demeanour, she gives pretty good advice to those looking for it. --------------------

ALRIGHT OK ALRIGHT!!! I'm so happy with these I posted them together because I didn't want to just, idk bloat?? my profile?? I don't know how to say it but ANYWAY I realise these are a bit messy but I don't really mind it? I got my thoughts down and that is what matters. All three of these gems (Sphalerite, Apophyllite, and Pink Fluorite) looked VERY different to when I first thought about them, it's a shame I didn't draft those out, but I' so so happy with how they ended up. Although it's been very hard not to write "Pink Floyd" instead of Pink Fluorite I will be doing some proper art soon ish, I have several ideas, but not not all of them will be pretty rock related, so if you're tuned into my other blogs you can keep an eye out if you want :]

[astridhoff03]

Some cute Married/ Parents Hiccstrid Fluff I tought about in the natural sciences lesson. Enjoy the wholesomness of the Haddock Family!

"...And so Toothless and I saved the egg of the Dragon King," Hiccup proudly completed his story. Zephyr and Nuffink, both lying in their mother's arms, looked at their father with wide eyes. Astrid smiled lovingly at her husband, then turned to her children. "It's bedtime, rascals." "But I want to hear another story," Zephyr begged. "That was so great." Hiccup took his daughter in his arms and put her in her bed. “Tomorrow again, my darling. Promised. But you have to sleep now.” His little daughter nodded with a tired smile. He tucked Zephyr in as she snuggled into her pillows and kissed her goodnight on her forehead. He turned to his wife, who was giving her son his little dragon stuffed animal that looked like Toothless for him to cuddle with. He massaged her shoulders and leaned his head against hers and looked with her at their youngest child, who was now also snuggling into his warm pillows, holding Toothless cuddly toy tightly to him, his eyes almost closed. “I love you,” murmured the little one. Astrid and Hiccup exchanged a smile, then looked back at Nuffink's tired face. “We love you too, baby,” Astrid said and gave her son another kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, little warrior.” Hiccup followed suit and briefly stroked Nuffink through his shaggy blonde hair. He watched as Astrid walked over to Zephyr, a few strands of her golden hair falling over her face as she leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss, who was already deep in her dreams. “And good night to you too, sweetheart.” She noticed her husband's loving look as he stroked her son's back for the last time, then stood up and held out his hand to her. Astrid placed hers in his, looking into his emerald green eyes that she loved so much. They linked their hands together and walked towards the door together. Before closing them, they smiled at each other once more as they looked at their two wonderful children. Hiccup put his hand around his wife's waist and the two went upstairs to their shared bedroom.

Astrid loosened both of her braids so that her long hair fell in soft waves over her narrow shoulders. Through the glass of her mirror she saw Hiccup pulling his light green shirt over his bare torso. The fine contours of his thin but muscular torso disappeared beneath the green fabric. Apparently he had noticed her look, he put his arms around her waist, he gently pushed her hair to the side and pressed a kiss to her neck. As a sign that he would wait for her in bed. Astrid felt his warm hands leave her again and he lay down in bed. She smoothed down her floor-length white nightgown and ran her hand over the small curve of her stomach. For a moment she was trapped in her thoughts. "Are you okay, Hon?" Hiccup asked. Astrid sighed heavily. "Yeah, everything's ok." Hiccup patted the empty, cold side of the bed next to him, where Astrid immediately sat down. She snuggled into his side and enjoyed the gentle touch of his hand on her stomach, giving her a loving kiss on the forehead, his other hand stroking her hair. "Don't worry, we'll manage, just as we've done everything so far." Astrid laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, drawing small circles on his upper body. "I know. When do you think we should tell Zephyr and Nuffink?" Hiccup hugged her tightly and leaned his head against hers. “Whenever you’re ready.” She smiled to herself, looking at the large window. Small white snowflakes trickled down behind the velvety black sky lit by the northern lights. “Mmmmmm. Maybe tomorrow.” “Tomorrow,” Hiccup repeated. “Yes, why not?” He nodded to her in agreement. "Good, then tomorrow." They gave each other a deep kiss on the mouth before snuggling up close to each other, Hiccup's hands around her stomach, in the warmth of their large bed. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back.

[missiletoe]

fill #2 for yuri shipping olympics br3 - flowers and one of my fav pieces that i've written so far for this event <3

Prompt: "Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…" ― Susan Polis Schutz Word Count: 623

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They get married in sunshine. That’s how Kitty will remember it twenty years down the line. 

She always thought she’d get married in a ballgown. She also always thought she’d get married in a big, old church with an organ playing in the background. She thought she’d get a silver, fat diamond ring in a velvet box. (She never thought that she’d be the one getting down on one knee in a restaurant. She never thought that they’d both be–laughing with the realization, and that the ring tumbling out of Yuri’s box would be not one but two carats.)

There’s a lot of preconceived notions that she’s shed along the way. Her wedding is anything but conventional and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They get married in a field full of flowers and Minho sweats through all three layers of his suit but Kitty’s already put up with his bitching for ten years so what’s another three hours? Yuri had wanted the flowers and Kitty had wanted the sunshine so it seemed like a perfect venue.

They’re both wearing white though–they’ve caved at least that much to tradition. Kitty’s long dress is tied off with a huge bow at the waist and her heels are silver beneath her skirt.

She’s wearing the same string of pearls her mother wore on her wedding day. She hopes she’s making her proud, even as her dad pinches her cheek reassuringly and tells her that he’s more than proud enough for the both of them.

Yuri’s stunning on their wedding day. She always is but in a strapless dress lined with flowers and a slit for her leg, she’s ethereal. She’s on her tippy-toes in heels too and they both laugh at the sudden height difference.

Her father’s crying–he won’t stop crying–and Lara Jean keeps blowing her nose into Peter’s sleeve when she thinks Kitty isn’t looking. Margot, at least, fights to maintain some semblance of control and it’s only her shaky mouth that gives her away.

They lay on the grass after the ceremony and that’ll probably make their wedding organizer pull out their hair but Kitty doesn’t care. They’ll only get married once, after all.

“The flowers were a good choice,” she says, pulling at a few with her fingers. 

“You were too,” Yuri replies, knocking their shoulders together. She holds still long enough for Kitty to thread the petals–small and white–through her hair.

“Your turn,” Yuri says, knotting a rose clumsily above her ear. It looks goofy and silly and Kitty laughs when she touches it and then they’re both laughing. Her heart feels full, happiness spilling over at the top.

Margot eventually comes to fetch them for the father-daughter dance and her dad holds back his tears long enough to spin her in a circle.

Yuri and her are swaying slowly to the music now–a Spotify playlist that Yuri herself had carefully curated after many a sleepless night. She wouldn’t allow Kitty so much as a peek.

The song choice is beautiful, just like every other aspect of her. Kitty wants to kiss her and then remembers that she can. She digs her heels into the grass to close the distance.

“You’re gonna have all the time in the world to do that,” Yuri laughs but she sounds pleased. Kitty twists her finger around the daisy laced into her hair and kisses the spot.

“I’m gonna make you so happy,” she says and it’s a promise that comes out more like a threat. Yuri laughs at the wording. “I’m gonna make you the happiest person in the world, just you wait.”

Yuri tosses her head back and the flowers twisted into her hair glow gold.

“Kitty Song Covey, I already am.”

[larcenywrites]

could you write headcanons for what oral sex (giving and receiving) is like with tony (young tony and/or regular tony, whatever you prefer)? thank you so much in advance!

fuuuuuck 🥴 you know I can’t keep it to only one of ‘em 😮‍💨

Headcanons | Oral Sex

Warnings: 18+ | written with afab reader in mind and is mostly referenced | references to Daddy + light bondage | two she/her/feminine pronouns pet names used | lots of cum and cum eating | one mention of the iron man suit oopsies 🤭 | overstimulation |

young!Tony Stark

Receiving. He probably didn't really care whether or not a night's lay sucked him off or not. Like, sure, it was a nice addition, but he was also impatient and just wants to fuck 😪 But not only does he have a different sort of attachment to you, but you seem to really enjoy doing it regularly, so he'll warm up pretty quick to seeing you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth and feeling you moan when you take him in your throat. In fact, he'll find himself craving it

Lick and kiss up his shaft and play with that pool of arousal leaking from his slit. It'll be the only time you can get him to relax into a nice long tease, and he'll be watching you with a faintly interested poker face and a smug grin barely pulling at his lips. He probably prefers to be laid up in the bed than standing, and that's surely more comfortable for you! As horny as he always is, he does like for you to start off slow. Slowly suck his head in and out of your mouth a few times, and don't be afraid to tease him with a little teeth 🤭 And he won't mind a light scrape of teeth when you're on your way back up once you finally make your way down. The hands in your hair will definitely be restraining themselves from pushing you further when he touches the back of your throat, but it won't be hard to convince him to give in to his need to fuck into you.

You're both going to figure out real fast that he's into praise and cock worship, and while he prefers to cum inside you, he's going to get off just as much when you lick his cum from your fingers or take it all down your throat when you let him press into you. He cums a lot, especially if you get him really horny with something new or manage to edge him for a while 🫠 And if you're willing to clean it up, he'll be ready again in no time from just watching you eat his cum. He'll gather that stray white streak on your cheek with a swipe of his thumb and shovel it into your mouth. Suck his thumb while he does it and he'll go feral. Honestly, he might even lick up that white streak himself and make out with you 🥴

Seeing you get on your knees in any context is ruined now, especially when you turn to look up at him. You may get shoved into the nearest bathroom with lips on your neck and a hand guiding yours to the erection between his legs, or he's pouncing on you as soon as you get back home! He's not exactly quiet, but giving him head is probably the easiest sexual activity to get away with when someone's home or on a short amount of time 😌

Giving. You'll be surprised to learn he's never given head before, especially when he's so damn good at it 🥵 He never really cared, even after whoever he was with for the night sucked him off, but with you he can't wait to return the favor, and he can't wait to taste you 🥴 And once he does, he's diving between your legs as often as he can. He's a quick learner, so he'll map out what you like and how you like it pretty fast.

He's diving in tongue first every time! He's flattening his tongue and licking up and down your pussy and tortuously catching your clit at that angle that makes you squirm several times before teasing circles at your entrance. He's not afraid to dip in for a better taste a few times either 😏 That tongue knows just how to massage and twirl your clit, and keep you squirming on the edge when he stops to suck it between his teeth a few times. He'll stop for a few moments when you're done cumming to soothe you with soft kisses everywhere from your opening to your thighs, and hopefully you don't mind that he's still messy when he reaches your lips. He isn't afraid to add in a finger or two while he does it, and once he figures out how to make you squirt, it's fucking over for you 🫠

Close your legs around him, and he'll happily stay buried between them! Sit on his face for hours if you want- if you can. It won't take long before you're an overstimulated mess, and the grip in his hair and the hands pushing at his shoulders with a whine only stirs him on. The arms wrapped around your thighs are only getting tighter, and he's only going to cozy into you more. He's addicted to making you a whimpering and soaking mess before fucking you, and he can't help but rub himself against the bed and moan with you. Sometimes just eating you out is enough to make him cum 😮‍💨

Speaking of cum, he may not have another round in him or maybe he came before you, but he will absolutely eat you out to keep you going even with his cum still dripping from you 🫠

Calls you princess when he's eating you out 🥴 with bites and kisses to your thighs before he starts and when he's done

And if you aren't waking up when he needs you to, he'll make sure you're ready for him when you do 😉

Unfortunately, you two rarely have the time for all of that fucking and foreplay, as someone is bound to be home or come home soon, so when someone's parents are on vacation and the house is free for a few days… you'll be a shaking mess once he's through with finally having his way with you all weekend 😮‍💨

Tony Stark

Receiving. FUCK. Loves seeing you so eager to fit his dick in your mouth, and loves making you get on your knees. He loves seeing you on your knees and desperate to unbuckle his belt. It's rare that you'll get away with sex without sucking him off first, and if he's been busy and/or frustrated, whether in the middle working on something at his desk or on the couch, he's more than happy to have you settling between his legs to ease some of that tension. And if you don't, he'll be calling you over to let you know how you can help 😏

Definitely start off slow. In fact, tell him all about how much you love Daddy's cock and tell him exactly how you want it to ruin you, with plenty of kisses from base to tip, and make sure to lick up that stream of precum 🤤 Twirl your tongue all around his tip and lick him against the roof of your mouth as you take more. Once he touches the back of your throat, though, you better be willing to keep him there and take him further. If you keep pulling back too many times, he'll just impatiently fuck your face with a hard grip in your hair keeping you still.

Things are also going to get pretty kinky and wild. As much as he likes to see you undressing him, he loves to see you tied up and at his mercy just as much! It's also the best punishment (funishment?) for any backtalk and sass. He'll let you know what that mouth is good for if you don't want to play nice 😌

Spills a lot of cum, and he'll be watching to make sure you don't waste it. If he can't cum inside you, then at least eat it! Lick it from his abs and clean his cock; he likes to keep your mouth open with a grip on your cheeks and watch his cum drip in your mouth or pool on your tongue. And you better swallow it all. If any gets on your face, you'll be oh-so-affectionately called a messy slut while he swipes it into your mouth, but you can earn a good girl if you readily accept it and suck his thumb 😉

You can be included in on the fun, too! He likes to have you on the bed, on your back, and head at the edge of the bed... He'll be throat fucking you and playing with your clit or your tits. Or both, usually. And there might be a time or two when those suits of armor come in handy after a few modifications... so now you're getting a rough pounding and trying to suck Tony's dick (or he just takes over for you ). Also vibrators, and not just for you! Hold one just beneath the underside of his head while you suck and lick his slit and his balls 🥵 He'll probably need to be lying down for this one and not be in a Dom mood because you can edge him and keep him going for ages

He has his own house now, thank god. Not just because he can be loud, but let's be honest, you two are fucking on every counter and corner you can find! You might be under one of those tables in the lab, or between his legs at the couch; he might have a hand planted on the kitchen counter and keeping you pinned against the wooden cabinets below. Well, his office isn't necessarily the most private, but you can bet you'll be hiding under that desk and helping him out a different way when he's busy at work 😏

Giving. As much as he loves getting head, he's in love with giving love to your pussy, he can't keep his hands (or his mouth) off of you. Eats you out like it's the last thing he'll do and you're the last thing he'll taste, and licks through your folds and entrance like he's feral, yet that tongue stays tantalizingly featherlight on your clit when he's not massaging it between his teeth. And he'll make sure to leave your oversensitive skin burning from the scratch of his beard 🥴 He also just loves to push your limits, and loves that he can keep you going even if he can't

You'll probably start off at the edge of the bed, with him on his knees, but the more you cum and the longer he goes, you won't be able to hold yourself up for very long. Throw your legs over his shoulders and tighten them around his head- if you don't, he will. He wants to be buried in your pussy, and if you're pushing at him in overstimulation and gripping his hair, he just tightens his hold on you and cozies into you even more. Whimper his name and he'll ask, "what is it, baby," as if you aren't trembling and soaked. He'll soothe you with a few kisses to your swollen clit and a nip to your thigh before going back in, slower this time. Honestly, it's probably not often he adds in a finger or two, but you can cum just fine without them! It'll mostly be when he's in the mood to make you squirt multiple times and comment on the big mess you made

He will absolutely tie you up and torture you for hours. He'll start off real slow, and ease off when your close before going in fast and hard... only to slow down again when he has you on the edge again. It's a good punishment and a good reward, but once you start begging he can't help but give in with an apologetic kiss to your thigh, followed by the best orgasm of your life

He doesn't mind cleaning you up after 😉 Even with his cum still dripping out of you, he's licking up all of your cum and his (if he isn't too busy stuffing it back inside 🥴 He might get too into it, though, and have you cumming again, and then he's hard again... and the delicious cycle continues

He loves to wake you up like this too. Sometimes you're just too cute and vulnerable cuddled up to him, and he just has to let you know... and he probably has a not-so-little problem that needs taken care of and he needs you up and ready now!

You could be at a party, or making a smoothie in the kitchen, but if you're looking a little too good he has to have a quick taste. At home, he's pushing you against the wall or cabinets or bending you over the counter, and on his knees within seconds. It's tougher when you're out, not only because he has to find a bathroom or empty room, but it's going to be hard to stay quiet! He also might have once or twice eaten you out underwater while you were sitting on the pool's submerged stairs 🥵 He just can't stay off of you!

[codecan]

Here’s what I thought wd stars n stripes characters looked like

(But I have a wild imagination ALSO YEAH IK THE DRAWINGS R DOOKIE I DREW THEM ON MY PHONE USING THE CIRCLE TOOL…)

Jordi n Aiden look as they do in WDL (same with Jackson when mentioned)

Scotty has normal braids sometimes when I imagine him and butterfly braids other times?? Idk.. he also has a tooth gap in my head. IDK WHAT HE WEARS ITS JUST USUALLY JEANS N A SHIRT IN MY HEAD.

Idk he’s like my fav so he just comes out cute in my head, I can’t put that into words I’ll prob draw what I think he looks like when I’m free again😭

Sarah Leech I .. imagined had green hair for a good few chapters until I realized she was blonde.. I think?? She also had a Karen haircut. I think I got the green hair from her being called Leech and I was just “oh yeah, leeches! Green! (They aren’t green)..”

She usually wore a suit, but in the beginning I like actually imagined her with the claw hand thing the Prowler has from spiderman 😭

Gin just looked like your average southern lady, yk the red flannel n overalls. She was also ginger?? She was like a weird cross between Pam from Stardew valley and Leah?? She also had a farmers tan and TOOO many freckles

Abraham looked like .. the pilgrim from Thanksgiving.. that horror movie. I don’t .. even know where it came from, but yeah😭 Sometimes he also looks like Gary from Faith but the pilgrim was more common

Senator Blake honestly just looked like what you THINK a white man running for Senator would. Like light brown slicked back hair , grey suit, the whole package deal on a guy named Blake. Big fake white smile n everything

[nei-ning]

I'm glad I went back to sleep since I had the following dream:

I was at the local market with my sister and she encouraged me to buy one cheap scratch lottery. So, I bought one which was 2 euros. I won small price from it so I was able to buy 2 more. I won again (price was 37,05€) so I bough 3 more now. 2 small and 1 big.

The way how I picked these scratch lotteries was amusing (still is in a way) since I was making some "serious Vegeta" expressions and just snatched them randomly right away instead of spending my time, slowly eyeing them and wondering which ones to take. I even laughed about this to my sis in the dream! :'D

Anyway! Small ones gave me nothing but the big one did. Next, all of the sudden, I was in traditional Japanese bedroom. It was SMALL and empty otherwise except for this wide and heavy, dark brown (or black) colored table which was mine. I, apparently, had won it from the scratch lottery. As I sat down next to it, my sister sitting across me, I was still holding my big scratch lottery. It was black, red and gold in color. It had 3 parts to scratch, top one being the obvious one.

I eyed it and the table in turn, letting my hand slide over it since, heck, it was beautiful, simple, elegant and smooth! Next I focused more on the scratch lottery and noticed it had small circle pic of Lianshi (my favorite female in Wu army / Dynasty Warriors). I flipped the scratch lottery* around, finding little info about her.

This SL* wasn't original. When you buy it, you get to choose a character to use on it since this SL has special things. Mine was something which slows time and character down so then you can't get so good prices. Luckily I had chosen Lianshi since she's very FAST woman! However, this SL had effected on her a bit, making her from "Very fast" to "Fast" so she still "allowed" me to win good stuff!

I also now read more about the 2 other scratching areas which I hadn't touched yet since I hadn't realized them. I was allowed to scratch them too but they had hidden prices. I was nervous and anxious but I started to scratch.

At first, 4 egg shaped fully GOLD little chicks appeared by each table leg! I didn't understand so I kept scratching a bit until I decided: "Heck, I need to check those chicks!" I did check them one by one and ALL of them had "pressed in side" which had something written in them. I didn't see the text because of bad lighting but I felt them under my palm and fingers. But it was something REALLY GOOD! I don't remember was it money (lots of it) or decorations inside this Japanese room of mine. I remember being super happy, stunned, excited and just OOOHHH!!

I returned back on scratching this SL. NOTE: I never actually saw what came out under the scratch layer but I still won prices, ahah!

Next my little bro is somewhere behind me, opening this black drawer which I had won and it had appeared in this room. He pulled this big transparent Bleach sticker out, giving it to me with saying: "You just won this."

I held the sticker, looking at it. Let me say it was wonderful, ahaha! Right in the middle was Grimmjow in a fancy white suit, to his left (our right) was Ulquiorra and his right (our left) was Inoue and someone else. Either Rukia or Ichigo's little sister since all what I remember was her short black hair. But the thing what went over Grimmjow's head? It was a freaking rainbow! This sticker INSTANTLY made me think of a tarot card: Ten of Cups which is REALLY DAMN GOOD CARD!

I let my sister see the sticker (since she collects them) but I told her I'm keeping it. Keeping it sealed too. Didn't want to go open it, aha! At some point I won 25,000 euros and, Hell, I started to think:

"This scratching lottery is changing my life!" and I kept repeating this to myself few times in disbelief! However, my sister had now also noticed it how this SL was changing my life and she said to me at one point: "I need money too." and I instantly replied to her: "I'll pay you, I'll pay you. Don't worry." (since I'm in dept to her and I sure as heck will pay her back. I want her to get her money back.)

I kept scratching and eventually I had a couch in the room with that big table but I also had 2 mattresses in this small and narrow "bedroom stuff storage room". Those mattresses were on one shelf and on top of them laid this older Japanese woman, perhaps at her 50's or 60's. One other older Japanese woman suddenly came in the room, apparently wanting to take one off the mattresses (I don't speak Japanese) but this old lady on top of them, good God, ahah! She jumped to sit up so fast, instantly starting to "angry talk" in a "Gangster" way (how Japanese gangsters speak - but better give a reference. Go listen Masanori Fukushima in Warriors Orochi or Samurai Warriors game series, in Japanese, on Youtube and you know EXACTLY how this woman spoke! :D). But yeah, the other woman left empty handed and I... I felt so happy and blessed to have this grumpy old gangster granny there to protect my stuff :'D

Then I started to wake up which sucks since I hadn't finished scratching my lottery! I tired to get back to sleep but no use... But when I opened my eyes and took a look of my phone: Another confirmation! I had 17% of battery left and clock was 17:17 (aka 5:17pm).

Now this dream had A LOT of good messages! A LOT! Grimmjow and rainbow TOGETHER, golden chicks, money, how easily I won / got everything, 25,000 and then that 171717. I had to Google numbers' meanings.

Big among of money in a dream: "It signifies that you are open to recognising your value and embracing positive changes in your life." 171717: is a gentle nudge from the universe, urging you to stay true to yourself and follow your intuition. It is a reminder that you are supported and protected by your guardian angels, who are guiding you towards a higher level of consciousness. / It's a message waiting to be revealed to those who are eager to connect deeper with their spirituality. It's time to trust in the bigger picture. / It's encouraging you to keep up the good work, focusing on growing into your best self and staying positive. It's a sign that all your hard work aligning with your true self and goals is paying off, so don't stop now.

So, huhuh, all is looking pretty good! And I welcome this message since I've been hell anxious, worried and stressed about my life the last few days, thinking how nothing works, nothing changes, I can't change anything etc. bullshit :'D

[whistwhistler]

kacy wedding aesthetic hc's

i'd posted this on twitter but thought i'd also share on here (with expanded thoughts because of that dang tweet limit) but for whatever reason suited!wedding kacy has been living in my head rent free for at least twelve hours and needed to get it out there somewhere, so please enjoy this little curation of what i think kate and lucy would wear & do for their wedding (keep in mind, i'm also big on details - so be on the lookout as to how i'm tying both kate and lucy's looks together to complement one another!)

kate's outfit

without a shadow of a doubt, kate is wearing a white suit. the look is actually perfectly captured in the bottom left photo. it's still classy, elegant, but not traditional by any means. she'd wear a double breasted blazer, wide leg pants (as she already basically does on the show), she'd have a minimal floral arrangement, and classy, but not over the edge jewelry to tie it all together (again, as she already does in the show). i just think this elevates the look she's already pulling off, but in a way that's very different to what work whistler would wear.

1b. Shoes

shoes depend on the length of her pants and if she wants to be towering over lucy on their wedding day haha. but i imagine she'd wear open toed shoes - heels or flats (similar to what she wore when she won lucy back in tennant's backyard, and similar to the first 2 pics above)

1c. hair

maybe i'm still riding off the absolute elation 2x11 gave me, but i 100% am convinced that kate would wear her hair exactly how she did in 2x11. it's immaculate. it's giving. it's stunning. loose/relaxed waves tied back into a half-pony??!!!?? oh my GOD. i'll literally never shut up about this. also - circling back to jewelry, she absolutely would wear these hexagonal earrings. they are in their own unique way, a statement piece. holy. i'm not going to dive into the symbolism of a hexagon or the meaning of the number 6, but in your own time, check it out - you won't be disappointed

2. lucy's outfit

lucy is absolutely going to rock the all black power suit. i don't think she'd go the route of wearing a tie/bowtie, but i do think she'd do something along the lines of a mockneck-type shirt that has a nice silk or sheer material. pants would be a little more tapered - not as wide as kate's, and hemmed just above the ankle to give her some options on wedding day (i will expand on what i mean by 'options' in 2b.)

2b. shoes

lucy would wear some really really nice chelsea boots or loafers/mules (depending on if she wants height for their wedding photos but she also might not really care and i vibe with that. also, she's definitely the type to be indecisive about what shoes she wants to wear on wedding day, so she ends up buying both the chelseas and loafers because she already knows she may possibly lose a shoe and not have a backup shoe that matches the first pair so she'll have to settle for the second choice pair) for jewelry she'll probably keep it minimal as well - simple hoop earrings, perhaps a tennis bracelet (teehee), and her signature big a$$ watch.

2c. hair

i'd like to think lucy would do something along the lines of a slicked back, crisp pony BUT hear me out - middle parted!! because a middle part is so sexy!! (but also i don't know how well that would work with yas' hair because she does have a lil cowlick but also she could do a slightly off-centred middle part??? man idk i'm not a hair stylist i just think she looks really good here) and she'd do it obviously because it matches the vibe of the rest of her all-black outfit. it's slick. it's sleek. it's giving john wick but the lady version. and i'm here for it.

3. wedding bands

so i had posted this on twitter without explaining that these two photos aren't kate and lucy's rings separately - i think they absolutely would have matching bands. but either of these is the direction i think they'd go. they're minimal, not too flashy, but still lets everyone know that they got money in the baaaaaaank (another hc of mine: kate really likes gold jewelry and wouldn't go for anything less than 24k). realistically i think they'd go for the wedding band on the left - it's not too flashy for work, it's not overly thick or as ugly as some wedding bands are (i'm sorry but also not sorry), and it's just them. i don't know how else to explain it. buuuuut, in a theoretical world, they would have bought rings for each other like on the right as engagement rings (because we all know that when time comes to propose, they're both going to uno reverse each other when one of them proposes first because the other was absolutely planning to propose as well) AND THEN STACK THEM. BOOM. Gold band & Diamond encrusted band to give them the bling but still keep it lowkey. (I just don’t think they’re big Diamond rock people sorry)

4. ceremony venue

kate and lucy strike me as sentimental people (despite lucy being one to "pack light"). i think they're the kind of people who hold places that have a lot of meaning near and dear to their hearts. i like to imagine that they would use their little beach from 2x07 to do their ceremony at (and they would do a closed ceremony - they'd rent that entire beach out for family and friends). it's a place that's symbolic to lucy slowly conquering her fears and kate being steady, safe, and secure enough in their relationship that they would overcome that little obstacle. it's also a place where lucy learns to really compromise, because she knows that the ocean is something that kate adores, respects, and reveres: that despite it's vastness, there is beauty. there is life. and like their love for one another, it's wave after wave after wave. and it washes over them (hypothetically, because lucy still will never set foot in the ocean).

5. reception venue

again, with kate and lucy being private people and having a small guest list (by choice, they also hate being the centre of attention), i'd imagine they'd use tennant's backyard because of how special and significant the tennant home has become in their lives: finding ohana, being invited over for dinner or drinks, it literally being an open-door home for any of them whenever they needed; it's the safest space they know. it's also where kate won lucy back. full circle baby. (also julie is absolutely the wedding planner. she knows everyone else will be way too busy with work to even get down to the planning. so she creates moodboards and they quickly find that she has a knack for wedding planning despite her age).

that's all! thanks for coming to my kacy wedding aesthetic headcanon ted talk!

[miss-k-lovenikki]

BTW while we're all bashing the new suits

Can i say i'm incredibly confused by the suit's themes ?

I might be missing stuff and perhaps the lore explains it but rn i don't get it

Like

First one is simple enough, we got a bishop that can summon flying weapons. Now what's up with the black gooey corrupted looking statue in the background ? Is she like... obeying the words of a false god ?

Personnal interpretation is that she's an important religious person hiding her true nature behind fake benevolence (with her white angelic wings and church like outfit representing her persona and the statue her true nature). However her power will soon be shattered (represented by the broken crystal swords in the back).

I think she's the most cohesive of the bunch. Though i don't like the halo being there bc, i find it distracting. Shouldn't our attention be on the main girl ? My eyes keep returning the halo instead since it has more colors and is darker than the rest

So we got a Wasteland... goddess ? (Idk she has a halo, so i guess ?) And she's holding a magical golden apple which... summons (?) a...catgirl genie...? Also there are a lot of squares everywhere and some of them are shattered.... for reasons. Also lots of stars.

I honestly don't understand wtf is going on here. I think there's too many things going on at once, and it doesn't feel coherent to me.

I don't know what to think of the color palette. At first glance i thought there was too much going on there too, but i think it's growing on me the longer i look at it. I do really like the hair and our main girl's outfit as well as the pose but that's it.

Personally i would have gotten rid of the catgirl, the sun-flame thing, the broken squares and the stars.

Shooting star weaver. Nice theme in theory but some of the execution is eeeh. The loom is distinctive enough. Actually is she weaving shooting stars or snowflakes ? Because both of these are there so idk. I don't understand the boats either. Looking at the unposed version i also don't get why she has broken shards on her arms.

I've said it an hour ago and i'll say it again : i hate this hair color. It clashes horribly with everything else. The makeup is uncanny but i like her outfit and the way she waving her finished scarf thing. I don't like its pattern tho, as its strict angles clashes with the rest of the suit which is pretty light and elegant.

And last but not least the... hmm... the girl. Iiii have no idea what she's supposed to be.

The musical stuff around her spear suggests a musical theme but it doesn't feel really present anywhere else. Although i'm getting choir vibes from the headress and the cape. The head of her spear looks like maybe a lyre ? She's wearing a chestplate so with the spear i guess she's a fighter... And then she's summoning a lily and i don't see the link to the rest. Neither the lily or the music themes appear on her magic circle/square thing so it looks out of place too.

I think her spear has something weird going on with the perspective but i can't quite put my finger on what.

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Overall with all of these i think there were good ideas but they were lost in the soup. It's generally confused and if there seem to be a global theme of broken shards and maybe religion to link them together i find it poorly executed everytime. Like it was slapped there as an afterthought.

[lostonehero]

Tma x Malevolent

Enter Sasha, Gertrude and Gerry

*Sasha came back a year earlier than the boys

Also Arthur finally realizes he's in the future

"This was a horrible idea." Martin stared at the table they were placed at separated from Kayne, his father.

"It wasn't really an idea, just something he took and basically ran with it." Tim trails off as he places his head on the table.

"I.... why did they assume I'm your guardian?" Arthur blinks.

"Because you're the second adult with us." Danny states as a fact.

"That shouldn't mean... Kayne is another man, and you are children, isn't it a bit queer they assume I am a caretaker?" Arthur frowns.

Tim and Danny exchange glances, then look to Jon, and then finally, Martin.

Jon raised his brow. "Um, what year is it from where you're from?"

Arthur sighs and raises his brow himself co fusion on his features. "It's 1938, and I understand that this is Britain, which explains the different laws and such, and even the different sounds."

"Arthur, the children are staring at you with a blank expression."

Danny speaks up first. "Dude, it's like 2003."

"Excuse me?" Arthur blinks words slowly creeping into his reality.

"I just thought he was an academic." Martin motions to his clothing choice.

"You didn't ask your father?" Jon stops. "Right, stupid question."

"Fuck how did we even think his statement would be taken seriously, he probably has lead poisoning." Tim huff.

"I think people already knew not to eat lead back then." Martin pauses. "Sorry, Arthur."

"I assumed it was at least the 40s, maybe even the 50s, since you mentioned time." Arthur groans.

Tim sucks in a breath. "Yeah, we probably shouldn't have played this as if we were on a timer."

"Oh, the receptionists and Mr. Bouchard probably assumed you and Kayne were life partners." Danny hums. "That's probably why they thought we all were your kids."

Tim snorts. "Fuck I totally forgot about that."

"What she assumed we are married? That's legal and not a criminal offense?" Arthur looked bewildered.

"Well, it's not legal for another decade, but it's not hated nor shunned in most popular circles. You won't be arrested for being with another man." Jon paused. "Considering the time period, you probably wouldn't be helpful for your insight.... no offense."

"That's harsh." Danny frowns.

Martin goes to speak but is interrupted.

"Tim?" A female voice gasps. "You came back too?"

Tim picks up his head from the table. "Sasha?"

"In the flesh and not replaced." Sasha laughs and pauses. "Martin, and Jon, you came back too?"

"A teen girl with frizzy curly hair and coffee colored skin with thick square glasses has approached our table. An older white woman with glasses stands behind her along with a man with black hair, but it seems to be blonde at the roots."

"Sasha!" Jon got a wide smile. He paused. "I'm glad you're here."

Martin could feel a buzz he ignored and was about to say something when a cold hand is placed on his shoulder.

"Bow, don't get too excited, Martin. Friends are great to have and to see." A white hair man smiles, looking down at Martin his eyes flashed red.

"O-oh, did your interview go well?" Martin pulled his gaze away from the odd looks from the new group.

A man with slick back hair and a smile and gray eyes comes from behind Kayne. "Oh, I say your father did quite well and will be well suited for the archives, and it's great that you're about Gertrude. Kayne, here will be your new assistant, so you don't have to ask children for assistance."

"I look forward to working with you." Kayne smiles.

The air around everyone got a few degrees colder.

Gertrude seemed to force a smile. "Thank you, Elias. I shall show him around and the children since they seem interested to learn."

Elias smiles back. "Of course, it's good for children to take interest in their parent's work." He turns and walks away.

Kayne smiles and speaks when Elias is out of earshot. "Martin is wearing shoes a requirement for work?"

"It's a requirement for dealing with the public." Martin sighs and covers his face.

"That is quite an annoyance." Kayne huffs.

"So Elias has hired one of the sp-" Gertrude cannot finish her sentence as her voice vanishes.

"Nu uh." Kayne's smile twists into a manic one. "I am not to be compared to lesser gods or mortals following a pied piper."

Wide eyes stare back at Kayne before Martin sighs. "Give Gertrude her voice back, dad."

Kayne huffs and snaps. "Only because you called be dad kiddo."

"What are you?" Gertrude's eyes flash a neon green before anyone could speak or warn her.

Kayne's smile drops. "Now that's just rude. It's more rude than the staring thing, honestly. I played along with the interview, but you, you are getting on my nerves."

"Damn, I thought it would take longer to piss him off." Tim slumps back in his chair.

Kayne pauses and smiles. "Oh, I really like you. You have such interesting friends, Martin."

"Still a bit concerning a God of Madness likes you, Tim. You really need therapy." Danny kicks at Tim's feet.

"It's too late for that." Tim sighs.

......

Sasha clears her throat as they sit in the tunnels. "So to sun this up, Kayne is your father Martin, and is a God. Arthur has a fragment of the King in Yellow, which takes his eyes and sees for him, which is another elder one, and the apocalypse happened." She groans into her hands, then looks back up and pauses. "Wait, where did Martin and Tim go?"

"Damn, I was not paying attention." Kayne says before vanishing.

John groans. "This is going poorly."

Arthur sighs. "When do things ever go right?"

......

Tim held onto Martin's hand like a lifeline as they appeared in an ancient impossiblely built city.

Martin coughs and gasps. "Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what happened. I... i..."

Tim pulls Martin closer. "Dude, you literally have god powers and have no idea how to use or control them. Apologize when you understand what you did."

Martin swallows and nods, holding Tim close. "I uh... I don't know where we are."

"The Dreamlands!" Kayne appears behind them.

Martin curses and Tim jumps.

"Impressive on its own, you got here, but you brought a guest with you too." Kayne floats around them, tapping his lips for a moment. "We should visit the King while we're here, I'm sure he would love some guests."

Martin doesn't have a choice as they are wisked off to a palace. Impossible creatures he somehow knew were dancers lined the yellow throne as a creature cloaked in yellow sat? In the golden throne

Tim stared wide-eyed at the opposing figure. "Is that the actual King in Yellow?"

"Ooo, correct!" Kayne chuckles. "I really like you, human."

Tim grimaced as the king turned almostly lazily to focus on his new guests.

"You've rebuilt." Kayne appears next to the opposing impossible figure.

The King in Yellow waved a hand, and the dancers fled. His voice was like a whisper, but booming. "Have you've come to gloat?"

"No, but... OH! OH! OH! I do have a deal for you." Kayne gasps, returning back to Martin's side, then walks next to Tim. "How do you feel about helping us out? You seem to be affected by these fear gods, as I was."

"Why would I play your game?" Yellow leaned forward in his throne.

"Oh, for one, look, I have my own little prodigy. He got here all on his own by accident and brought a human. I'm very proud of him. He even has his very own name, Martin. Isn't that something?" Kayne laughs, grabbing Tim and appears next to Yellow, covering Tim's eyes. "Want to return? Want to help? You seem to be bored, and that's no fun."

"Shielding the mortals eyes won't save him from me." Yellow motions with his hand. "However, I suppose you've caught my interest. I've healed from our last encounter, and I no longer need that missing piece of myself."

"Oh, but Arthur darling has already put hooks into you. Curiosity eats at you to figure out what changed that former piece of you." Kayne leans closer. "How about another chance, another human? Of course, my rules."

Yellow let's out an inhumane grumble. "A child?"

"Oh come now, Yellow. Where's your sense of adventure?" Kayne knew he already won.

"What's the catch?" The king looked down at Martin, who managed to climb his throne.

"Kayne, what are you doing?" Martin knew Tim was too scared to speak.

"Keeping your interesting friend safe." Kayne hums. "What do you say? You both will share everything, and I mean share everything but thoughts and emotions."

Tim couldn't speak his voice was lost to him.

Yellow tilted his head. "I want my power."

"Oh, I could arrange something. This human will be domatinate since it is his body, but your sharing will change things in time. You'll have your power here and in the mortal plane." Kayne smiles with too many sharp teeth. "Althought if you accept there will never be a separation for you, this mortal will be a replacement for that John sized hole in ya you claim is fixed."

"D-" Martin can't finish his yelp as everything goes black when he is interrupted by the king.

"I accept."

.......

"Now I had to change things around Martin, but don't worry, they still have their memories minus me, of course." Kayne laughs. "Think of this as a clean slate. We can't do anything while you youngsters have growing to do in mortal eyes. School begins on Monday, and it would be wise not to be late. Don't worry. I'll handle keeping everyone safe and away from the dangers of these new gods."

Martin stumbles back. He was back in their apartment. "W-what?"

"Just a little rearrangement, and don't worry Arthur and John are still here. I'll fill them in while you rest." Kayne pushes Martin back to his room before he can understand what was happening. "Sleep well, my baby boy, if you can."

[luckyshotwrites]

Ch. 61 // Gust Front // Day 46

Contents (Warnings): The wedding day approaches (Angsty, vore mentions, and character/monster info). Read full chapter on - A03

Wordcount: 3,345

Side note: This will contain experimental writing; first person (Lynette's view) will be implemented alongside third person for the two other essential characters, (mostly) Alexander and (occasionally) Drake. All their text will be italicized for those third-person moments, with the characters' names in Bold at the start and their thoughts in Bold. There may be other characters I write for using this.

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(Nov. 10th, Thursday)

There are a lot of girls I've never met here. They were of different sizes and shapes, Charletta had seven other bridesmaids, excluding Wenna. And I was the maid of honor.

I was given the rundown at dinner yesterday, what I should be doing, and how I should direct all of the other bridesmaids, but it was a scary feeling being in charge with prying eyes on me. I didn't know who was safe, what they were, and whether I did everything right. It also reminded me of the lie I'd have to pull off with the others.

"Mom and Dad both agreed, we are telling everyone you're a magus tomorrow if they ask, so play along," Charletta said. She had her checklist in hand. She looked over it one more time before handing it to me. 

"Is that a good idea?" I asked, not looking at the list yet. I know next to nothing about magic.

Charletta smiled, "I think it's much safer for everyone to assume you're a magus as they do now." She stretched her arms up, "moreover, most magus's can hide their energy and magic from monsters or other magus's. So they'll assume you're powerful."

"When I'm not." 

"You may not be powerful in magic, but I admire plenty of other qualities about you." Charletta glanced back and put her hands on her hips.

What could you admire about me? The question didn't leave my head, "I get it. Wicks and you are much cooler though." I pushed a smile.

Charletta giggled with the excitable brightness in her eyes, "shush up, Lyn." She pressed playfully at my shoulder, and I took it.

"Lynette!" Wenna chirped, her eyes lit up as she entered the dressing room. I finished my Rapunzel braid.

She quickly jogged up to me. She circled me like an excited dog. I tried to keep up with her. Wenna swiftly got behind me and put her delicate hands on my shoulders. I lightly squeaked. She made me face the mirror, "THIS," she picked up my braid, "braid is so cute!"

I could see the worry on my face, more evident than her smile in the mirror. I exhaled, "t-thanks."

She let go and chuckled, "don't worry, I won't bite." She flashed her fangs, "I know when a magus has me beat."

Her giggle was far too on the nose. I felt comfortable around Wenna, because she didn't eye me like the others did.

I noticed another approaching us from the array of mirrors. I glanced back.

"Hello, Wenna, Lynette." The proper vocals shook hands with my ears. I scanned over the well-dressed female. Even though it was a casual rehearsal, she wore a gray business suit with a unique collar that showed off her white button-up. "Should we start heading to the main wed hall?"

"Hi, Koianada-"

"Koi is fine,"

"Koi," I nodded, then patted over my jeans pockets. I pulled out my phone and checked over the family group chat. "They are doing their final run with the coordinator. Charletta will meet with us when we can go." I replied, looking up from my phone.

Koi gave a bob of her head, "right." She glanced up at a few of her bangs that escaped the bobby pins. She turned to the mirrors.

"I don't think I witnessed you during the marked game yesterday," the white-haired girl said.

What do I say to that? If I mentioned anything magic related, I'd sound like an idiot.

"Lynette would have beat us all if she played," Wenna covered me.

Play along. I thought to myself. "Wenna, you're embarrassing me." Even a simple comment like that hurt. I disliked lying. It only helped remind me that I wasn't candid with Wicks that night. I saw the frustration and anger festering in him when I talked at length about a few events. So, I refused to go into detail about all of them.

I don't want anyone to fight. I'm not worth the effort. From what I understand...you all have a lot more on your plate and you shouldn't worry about me. 

I could feel the deep ache. I pinched at my arm. Stop it. It's okay. This is a break. Please. There was so much I didn't understand, wanted to ask questions about, and...overall, I felt apart from it all.

"HEY, EVERYONE, LET'S GET GOING!!" Charletta popped her head into the dressing room, where the small groups were chit-chatting. I turned to head out and heard a voice beside me.

"You've got this, Lynette." Wenna patted my head. I held up a thumbs up.

...

We finished rehearsal. I couldn't believe so many new faces came to talk to me. I'd never remember them all.

I needed a breather. I stepped back and leaned on the wall. Wicks squinted at me and gestured back to the group he was part of.

I shook my head. I put my two palms together, then pressed the back of my left hand to my face and made a 'sleep' gesture.

"Hey, Lynette."

I shifted my body to the cyan-haired male, "hi, Ace." I matched his friendly smile.

"Are you taking a break? I saw you rushing around earlier." He said with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah..." We went over everything quicker than they expected, so we had to wait a little longer before we headed out to the dinner. I know there were plenty of other things I should have done, but my family handled a lot of this. I'm trying to make up for it now, though. "I wasn't really doing much."

"Nonsense," Ace said, "I can tell you are dedicated to the part for your sister. It's honorable." He looked above at the marble statues, beautiful fake trees with white leaves, and the chairs along the white-carpeted aisle. "I think this is a nice place for a wedding. The upstairs has such a pretty view of the garden too."

I nodded, "it is." I looked at Charletta as she joked with a few girls and guys next to Ulysses. "I'm glad I get to see her at her happiest." I could feel my eyes watering. No, not in front of a stranger!

He ran his hand through his slicked-back hair and attempted to study my turned-away face. "I bet you'd look amazing at your happiest too."

ME?! I couldn't even fathom anything like that. I had no one in my life romantically. I couldn't even go on dates. I chickened out whenever I was invited. I will never get over throwing up on Kyle. His name was ingrained in my head after my first and only date.

"You too," I replied. I didn't know what to say in response. My gaze brushed Ace's cool, ice one, then drifted to the blush at his cheeks.

Wait, did he say amazing? Me...oh... I felt the queasiness.

He changed the subject after our eyes intertwined. "So, Lynette, what do you do for fun outside of magic?"

"Uh, I read and play video games occasionally too." I feel like I haven't had much time for either of those. "I do rock climbing with Wicks sometimes on my weekends too."

His thin lips uplifted with a curl, enthralled by the mention. "Rock climbing? We should go some time. I know a place nearby. We could ask Wicks, Charletta, and Ulysses to tag along."

My raised chest deflated with relief. His tender reassurance calmed me. I was glad he included them in his invitation. I agreed, and our conversation continued.

A tick in the back of my mind reminded me that Ace still had to be some sort of monster, but his niceness and interest reminded me of June. He was less bubbly. However, nonetheless, he was the ease I needed right now. I hated to think that Ace, a total stranger, was someone I felt more relief from now than my family. 

...

Drake

He was the barrier between Wicks and Alexander. He sat in the seat between them and could feel the burning gaze from the magus on his right. 

I am willing to bet Lynette told him EVERYTHING. The thought then occurred to him, and his eyes slipped to his new sister-in-law, at least starting tomorrow. 

That means I'm on the hit list next. Drake slumped in his chair. He hadn't worn a hoodie today. His mom and dad would tear into him if he dressed too informally. He at least put his hair back comfortably over his face. His right hand under the table fidgeted with the white table cover, and he looked over the fancy, shimmering silverware. Each looked freshly cleaned and sharpened, or new. This place is nice.

His ears started to pick up the conversation between Ace and Lynette. He was complimenting her quite a bit. Maybe Lynette reminds him of Charletta? Or perhaps she said something that really enraptured him? He questioned the thought. Is Lynette really the romantic type? She acts far too timid most of the time, compared to Charletta... Drake exhaled aloud. In that competition, she was a menace.

"You looked nice with your hair back earlier, Drake." 

He perked up at the sudden compliment. He figured it was because his head was turned in her direction even though he was really looking past her out the window to the street. I did not.

"It wasn't my choice." He brushed over the bangs over his eyes. 

"You do clean up nicely, Drake. You should work on being presentable more often." Koi then gestured to Alexander, who sat on her left in between her and Drake. "Just as Alexander should stop wearing that scowl, he'd look more attractive without it."

"Bite me," Alexander grumbled with a roll of his eyes. 

"I already regret it the first time, do not remind me of the horrendous flavor you hybrids possess," She uttered. 

He squinted at her, finally taking his eyes from Wicks. Drake shivered, "why do you have to remind me of that, Koi."

"I thought you only bit humans...?" Lynette questioned Drake. 

He could tell by the sudden quickness of her heart's change. She didn't mean to say that allowed. 

Alexander rubbed at his arm, "he used cheap tricks to try and beat my ass in a fight."

WHAT? Drake cocked his head in his Best friend's direction. "You're just mad. I almost beat you without magic."

"ALMOST beat me? I was going easy on you."

His shoulders rose, "you're lying."

"You think I wanted to hurt you. If I did-"

Ace butt in before they could get too wild. "Hey, since you guys are a little magic enthusiastic. I was thinking we can have a training session tomorrow, to test our skills? Maybe give each other pointers?"

Wicks chuckled, "oh? That sounds like a great idea." His hazel hue locked onto Alexander, "I think I'd love to give you guys some pointers."

"Hell no."

Wicks inched forward over the table, over the empty plate. "Are you saying your scared?" 

The blonde stared directly at him, "scared of your ass? No." 

You're lying. You're definitely worried.

"I can already tell we don't have the same specializations. It'd be stupid to "train" together." Alexander knew what Wicks wanted. The other two at the table were confused about the whole situation as to why Wicks looked excited to destroy him. 

This whole Lynette's a magus lie... His hue fell on the prim female. If Koi pays too close attention to how Alexander looks at her, she'll know we're lying. 

"What about you, Lynette? Maybe you can help Alexander?" Ace suggested.

Lynette, who was mid-drinking water, lurched forward. She almost spit it up. She quickly swallowed and put her cup down.

Drake saw Alexander's mouth open, and he pressed his claws to extend on his fingertips. "If only she-" He quickly jabbed his two fingers into Alexander's side. It stopped him mid-sentence. He didn't break his skin or anything. It felt like he ran into a metal wall with them. 

Alexander's vision darted to Drake. The person to Drake's side caught it first. The vampire beast knew not only was Wicks P.O.ed but that Alexander might have said something to spill the secret. He was also riled up by the fact that Alexander would have most likely commented about Lynette's unwillingness to let herself get eaten by him.

Alexander sat back and crossed his arms. The two awaited his response. "If only she wasn't as annoying as her brother." He shot a gaze back to Wicks. 

The male with the ponytail laughed, "you didn't just call my sister annoying."

They looked ready to both throwdown here. "And what if I did, fucker?"

"Maybe a training session is not a good idea," Ace muttered.

"Not at all," Koi said.

Lynette tapped the table in front of her, "please!" They both turned their gaze to her. "I don't think Ulysses or Charletta want a fight a day before their wedding." 

Drake glanced at the two, and they both stopped their heavy gazes. Lynette hit them both with the people they respected and cared for. Or at least Drake knew Alexander respected Ulysses and would protect him the same as everyone else. He figured Wicks was the same, especially with how protective he was over Lynette. 

It was not long after the toast from the event host, Drake's dad. 

Edgar stood up from the bride, groom, and parents table after getting everyone's attention with the classic glass TING TING TING. 

He cleared his throat before speaking, "as I look around this room, it warms my heart to see all of the love in here that people have for dear Charletta and Ulysses." Edgar surveyed everyone, a charming smile on his face.

"If you have been to a wedding before, you know it takes a lot of hard work and planning. It truly is a group effort, and this rehearsal is the last thing on the to-do list before the big day." There was a slight cord fluctuation in his voice. He kept himself together.

"I know Charletta and Ulysses are so happy and grateful to have you all here, and I am so lucky to meet and eat with all of you." The parents had been table hopping. They sprang around this disaster table earlier. 

Drake hadn't gotten to engage a lot with Lynette's side of the family, not that he felt like he should. Mainly since he stuck around the problem. His eyes went to Alexander.

After the small speech with his brother, thanking everyone received their food and started to eat. 

That was when he heard his mom's voice beside him. "Drake, Alexander." She warmly rubbed at their shoulders, "how are my favorite boys doing!" She gave Alexander a kiss first on his forehead.

Then she leaned over to Drake, brushed his hair away, and did the same to him. 

"Are you drinking enough," she asked him, studying his drink. 

"Yeah, mom," Drake replied. He saw her inspecting more at his face. 

"You look so much paler. Are you sure?" 

Drake pulled away lightly. "I'm fine." He grew embarrassed as the others looked at him.

His mom popped up and bowed to the others, "hey, Ace and...oh! Yes, this is where Edgar said where you were. Ulysses and Charletta wanted to talk to you both."

Ace raised a brow, "me?"

Koi got up without much hesitation, "we should see them."

They both got up, leaving the table. Drake's mom made her way over to Wicks and Lynette. 

She happily spoke, "I am so glad you both look like you're having a wonderful time. Hopefully, my boy are making it fun for the two of you." 

Wicks half smiled, "fun is the word I'd use."

Lynette agreed, "fun is a word."

You can tell Wicks hates us, right? Drake thought to himself. 

"He doesn't hate you," his mom replied aloud.

Wicks raised a brow, "whose thoughts did you read."

His mom held her mouth, "oh, apologies. Sorry, Drake happens to think a lot in his head, and I've gotten used to reading them" She looked back at him and went to hug him. He sat there and took it. His body trembled. And her thoughts went back to him. "Don't worry, I'm sure Wicks doesn't hate you for your mess up during the festival. It's a good thing Lynette understands-."

She released him once he stood up in her grasp. He put his cup down on the table gently. He turned to her, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Drakie," she said, but he refused to turn back and face her. He heard the other chair push out too. Alexander told Danee bye and went after Drake. He tried to calm his temperament and hold his thoughts as he left. He ignored Alexander, who came beside him.

"You're not walking back," Alexander said to him.

Drake continued to walk around the corner and into the main dining hall instead of their closed-off sections. He didn't respond. For some reason, the lights irritated him, even though the place itself was darker than most restaurants. 

"Drake," Alexander tried to grab his arm before they made it outside. Drake avoided it and pushed out. The air felt chiller than the previous nights. And the slight breeze pushed away the repetitive calls of his name.

Alexander, this time didn't give up. "HEY, ASSHOLE."

Drake stopped and whipped around, "YOU DON'T HAVE TO FOLLOW ME. I DON'T NEED YOUR PROTECTION." His lip raised and his fangs became more apparent. "I'M TAKING A BREAK."

"You think that's why-" Alexander groaned and pressed up his glasses, "I don't want you doing something stupid like walking back to the house because she loves you."

ME? Drake laughed aloud and threw away the last part, "are you serious? You think I'd do something stupid?" He shook his head and nodded up at him "You're the one that doesn't think before you open your damn mouth!" 

Alexander narrowed his gaze, but Drake didn't hear it. Why doesn't his heart sound angry... What Drake heard instead was pained. 

It momentarily distracted him. Alexander grabbed his hips seeing the time to strike. Drake instinctually went to loop his arm over and twist Alexander's head away.

"Stop it fucker; we're going back now." Alexander fought to keep his head in place. He lifted Drake from the concrete and the few people that walked the streets didn't seem to care.

"YOU AREN'T CARRYING ME BACK!" He snapped back.

"THEN HEAD INSIDE ONCE I DROP YOUR ASS." They let go simultaneously. Drake caught himself, and Alexander's eyes glued themselves to him. 

I basically called you stupid. Drake thought. He looked back at the restaurant and then at Alexander, who waited for him to move. He took a breath and walked toward the doors again. "Sorry."

"You better be. You're literal instinct was to try and snap my fucking neck." Alexander said. He rubbed it.

It's not like I could from that position nor do I have enough strength when you link you and your wendigo form.

He looked at his hand for a moment before putting it back in his pocket. He weakly picked up a smile, "Like I could snap your fat neck."

Alexander grinned. "Say that shit again, and I'll pick you up by your fucking legs and drag you back in there." There was the annoyed jokiness.

Alexander held the door open for him.

Drake scoffed, "like I'd let you grab me again. I'll knock you to the floor."

A hearty chuckle left Alexander's lips, " that happened once."

"seven times," Drake corrected, only to hear the playful groan behind him.

Shame fell upon Drake after. He had been so caught up, he didn't realize why it bothered Alexander so much until now. You're wrong, Alexander. Everyone loves those that are strong like you. Not someone like me.

...

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[firstaidspray]

WIP WEDNESDAY (+ MUSIC MONDAY)

tagged by @corvosattano to share some WIP and some music. Thank you!! This is a little bit of intimacy between Bianca and Driver, not nsfw but a bit suggestive, its body worship idk, and a song that the fic is named after but I feel especially fits this chapter.

Rather late, Driver returns home from work. Bianca knows not just from his footsteps ascending the stairs, but also from that delicious mechanic smell. Grease, fuel, fire, metal– it fuses into what’s almost like a cologne, intoxicating and arousing. She runs from the bedroom to greet him, and wraps her arms around him when she reaches him. Driver gives a little laugh and avoids touching his hands to her body, as even after copious amounts of pink goop, his hands are still dirty.

“...I’m still all greasy,” he says to her.

Bianca shoves her face in the crook of his neck and inhales. “Mmh, I don’t care. I love you like this.”

He sighs and smiles, giving her a light pat on the back. “I know you do.”

“Wanna go shower it off together?” She mumbles into his skin, still attached to him.

“Sure,” he replies. 

The two separate, and before they depart to the bathroom, Bianca admires him in all his dirty, grimy glory. Just the sight of him in coveralls excites her. The fact that they’re dirty is only more exciting. She bites her lip and grabs him by the collar, pulling him into a kiss. Driver accepts it and walks both of them backwards, into her bedroom and then the bathroom, still kissing the whole way. 

In the bathroom, Driver continues making out with Bianca as he kicks off his work boots and squirms out of his coveralls, letting them fall at his feet. Now, he’s in only one of those tight white henley t-shirts he’s always wearing, and a pair of jeans. Bianca begins undoing his belt and pants while he strips from his shirt. But Bianca pauses, pulling back from the kiss and taking her hands away from his waistband. Her eyes sparkle, combing over his bare torso. 

Since they often had sex with Driver at least partially clothed, Bianca never had time to properly appreciate his body. And right now, it’s all she wants to do. Her hands rub gently down his chest, squishing ever so slightly into the muscle of his pecs, and he tenses under her. Their eyes meet, Bianca looking for a sign that he wants her to stop, but while his body remains rigid under her fingers, he gives her a look of approval, to continue. 

Her hands trace over his chest, again and again, feeling his sparse, light chest hair under her palms. The heels of her hands press into the muscle, fingertips following suit, and instead of tensing, Driver becomes relaxed, letting out an exhale of relief. Bianca notes this, watching him close his eyes as she massages him, gently but enough to feel good.

Soon, her hands trail further down, reaching his abdomen, giving her more of a length to run her hands along. He’s toned, but not excessively muscular. In fact, before Bianca had begun forcing him to eat regular meals, he was on the skinny side. But now, after eating like a normal person, he’d gained some weight, both muscle and fat. Driver tenses just a bit when Bianca begins touching him there, but she reassures him by quietly hushing him and bending down, giving him chaste kisses over his body. 

Both lips and hands soon reach the scar on his lower belly, a knife wound. It was from the time Bernie stabbed him. Bianca knew the history of this scar, and that sometimes Driver felt phantom pains in it, so she’s careful around it, ghosting only a single fingertip over the skin. But Driver shocks her by putting a hand to the back of her head and pushing her face closer to it. Knowing what to do, Bianca gives the scar a soft kiss, and Driver shudders, tightening his grip in her blonde locks.

“Even with…” Bianca begins, her hands running in circles over his lower abdomen, “No, with the added bonus of this scar…you’re so fucking beautiful.”

Driver growls, but it’s one of his aroused growls– he rarely, if ever, makes a traditional moan. Using his grip on her head, he pulls her head to the middle of his lower abdomen. Bianca begins kissing it more fervently, touching it faster and with more strength behind her massages. Her lips are tickled by his happy trail as she kisses it, and one hand keeps circling his scar with two fingertips.

“Driver,” she breathes, her warm breath on his skin forming goosebumps, “you are absolutely perfect, in every way.”

“Mmh,” he hums, smiling down at her. 

“I mean it,” Bianca says, continuing to kiss him all over. “So perfect. Look at you. You’re everything, you know that?”

Driver bites his lip. Bianca notes this and smiles as she presses her own lips into his chest. 

“Perfect chest…perfect abdomen…perfect scar…perfect happy trail…” Bianca whispers as she kisses each part she names. “Absolutely perfect.”

[marloray]

NABCABL ~ {1: The Musician Next Door}

1911, June 5 (Age Count: Mordecai - 12, Marly - 10)

     A Burmese cat slipped her arms through the straps of her cello case. Smiling, she checked herself out in the mirror. Marly wore her best suit, and had cleaned her case and her eyeglasses. She was young, but an aspiring professional cellist, and was already getting to it, being very talented for her age. Marly was content with how she looked for today and trotted down to see her parents.

     "I'm gonna go play with the neighbors kids!" She called out, and her mom smiled at her.

     "Gonna show them your cello?" Her mom chuckled.

     "Yep!!" Marly exclaimed, and her mom smiled, allowing her to go. Marly dashed down the stairs as carefully as possible so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall down, breaking her instrument. Soon the Burmese reached the nearest tenement, and knocked on the door. She waited, and soon the door was opened, and a dark pelted molly stared down at her. She looked kind, and had soft eyes when she smiled at Marly.

     The woman had glasses and was carrying a baby, her dark pelt had a bit of white markings here and there.

     "Hello," She started, "Why, look at you all dressed up! Are you one of the new neighbors from over there?" The molly pointed to Marly's apartment building, and the Burmese nodded her head. Marly just now noted how tired she looked, but she brushed it off, not wanting to get a bad start with the neighbors! New York City is a big place, and because of this Marly thought it would be good to have a group of people and friends that you can count on.

     "Yes ma'am!" Marly mewed with a smile, "I wanted to go check out and meet the nearby neighbors, and you and your family are some of them!" The Burmese peered at the baby her neighbor was holding, her ears perking up as her smile widened, "Oh she's so cute!" Marly exclaimed, and the molly smiled.

     "That's Hannah," She meowed, "You can call me Zippy," Marly nodded her head, what a fun name! Zippy continued, "I have three other children, go meet them," She smiled softly. The Burmese nodded her head and entered Zippy's apartment room when gestured to. When she stepped in, the molly called out, "Rose! Esther! Mordecai! Our new neighbor is here to visit!!"

     Soon, three tuxedo cats padded up to Marly. The smallest bounded up to her, young and bright.

     "Hi! I'm Rose!!" She mewed excitedly, circling Marly, her tail swishing side to side. The next tuxedo was also a girl, and she smiled at Marly, her hair in one large braid.

     "Esther, nice to meet you," Esther meowed, grabbing Rose's paw and gently pulling her closer to her sister. She seemed about Marly's age, perhaps.

     The last tuxedo stared at Marly through his circular yellow framed pince-nez glasses, but didn't speak quite yet. He held a book in his paws, and he adjusted his sweater, as it was falling off one of his shoulders. Marly watched him with intent, taking interest in his character. If she remembered correctly, this one was Mordecai.

     Footsteps approached them as Zippy stood behind Marly, smiling down at them all, "Mordecai, say hi to your new neighbor" She meowed. The tom kept his distance, but spoke.

     "Hello," Mordecai mewed quietly, glancing down at his paws. Zippy led them to the couch, where Marly took off her cello case and lay it down in front of her as she sat down.

     "I'm Marly," The Burmese mewed to them all. Rose waddled over to the instrument sitting next to Marly, eyes sparkling.

     "What's this?" She asked, looking up at Marly, her tail flicking in curiosity. Esther looked at Marly with a smile, also wondering. Mordecai opened his book, but listened to the conversation.

     "Oh, this?" The Burmese smiled, pointing to her cello, "It's my instrument, the cello," Marly mewed. Esther smiled widely, and Rose's tail wagged with excitement. At the word 'cello', Mordecai lifted his head up to look at the cello case, then at Marly, intent and interest in his eyes. Noticing this, she smiled softly at him, and hoisted her instrument to her lap as she began to unzip the case. "Wanna hear me play something?" Marly asked the three tuxedo cats. While Rose and Esther nodded their heads and exclaimed of how they wanted to hear her, Marly watched Mordecai instead. The tom looked at her instrument in her lap to avoid eye contact, but his gaze flickered up to hers as he spoke.

     "Yes, please," Mordecai meowed quietly. Marly's smile widened, and she continued to unzip her instrument. She set the empty case down on the floor, and held her cello and bow in her paw. The Burmese sat on the edge of the couch, and pulled out the end-pin, adjusting it so that the cello would lay comfortably against her body. She quickly tuned her instrument, and then looked at her crowd of three. Rose was hushed by Esther as she wriggled around. Mordecai even proceeded to set his book down, and moved closer to the couch where Marly sat, staring at her and the cello as he watched her. When she decided that everyone was settled, the cellist took a deep breath, before setting her bow down to the string.

     Marly proceeded to play Dvorak Cello Suite, closing her eyes, as she has already memorized the majority of the piece. She projected her sound and tone perfectly, each note ringing out and stopping when needed. The cellist used the perfect amount of vibrato on her notes, to help enunciate each one. The music was very emotional, capturing many different emotions in it's writing and notes. Marly played flawlessly, unaware that her crowd was in awe. Rose wasn't chattering away, Esther seemed more calm than usual, and Mordecai's eyes widened ever so slightly as he watched the Burmese. Despite being quite loud and probably clumsy, her movements seemed to flow when she was with the cello. Marly seemed like a whole new cat as she played, but it was just a side that only showed in certain situations.

     After a few minutes she stopped, well knowing that the full performance would be about 40 minutes, and Marly also knew that Rose probably couldn't sit still and quiet that whole time. So when she finished movement one, she broke off the song when she finished movement one. Opening her eyes, she was met with the tuxedo cats, and Marly smiled warmly at them all as she grabbed her cello case, pulling it closer to her, ready to put her instrument away.

     "Y'all like that?" She asked with a grin, and Esther nodded her head, Rose going off about "how cool the loud part was". Mordecai nodded his head, his ears flopping ever so slightly. The tom eyed the cello case, before speaking softly.

     "May I see your cello, please," He meowed as he stared at the instrument. Marly pursed her lips as she thought. She rarely let other cats ever touch her most prized possession. Yet, by his nature and the way he looked at the cello and the way he watched her play, Marly decided that he wouldn't do anything horrible.

     "Sure," the Burmese mewed as she stood up, slowly padding over to where he sat, and sat in front of him, but not too close. Taking the large wooden stringed instrument, she set it in his lap. Mordecai's gaze flickered up to hers, and he slowly took the instrument in his paws. Marly had left the end-pin still unscrewed, curious of what he would do. The tuxedo cat ran his fingertips along the body of the cello, and quickly reached to the end-pin, looking up at Marly as a small smile crossed the Burmese's face. He took this as an invitation to go ahead, and Mordecai quickly slid the end-pin back into the cello, screwing it back tight. He then ran his fingertips along where the neck of the cello was fitted to the main part of it, feeling how the two parts welded into one another. Marly's ears perked up as she watched him. His touch seemed very light along the instrument, as if the cello would crumble if he wasn't careful. Marly smiled softly as she noticed this. Most cats, if Marly handed them her cello, would have plucked all four strings way too hard, holding her priceless instrument in a way that made the Burmese surprised that the cello hadn't broken yet.

     The tuxedo cat looked over Marly's cello, and his gaze lingered on the top half of the cello. Mordecai peered closer at something on the cello, and Marly knew that he was probably staring at the small crack in the top left side of her cello. Mordecai traced a finger over the little crack. It wouldn't be noticeable if Marly was far away as she played, like on a stage, but up close it was clearly present.

     "There's a crack, on your cello," Mordecai mewed softly, looking up at Marly. Marly nodded her head. The crack has been there for a while. It wasn't that bad, but Marly needed to find time to fix it, and her family was quite busy.

     "Yeah, I know," The Burmese sighed, "It happened a while ago. My parents were unloading the cello and dropped it, hence, it cracked. I'm going to fix it soon though," Marly smiled hopefully. Mordecai seemed to think it over a bit, before speaking again.

     "The crack makes your cello asymmetrical," Mordecai replied matter-of-factly. Marly almost laughed, but she held it in. It seemed like a very out of pocket thing to say, she was unsure of what to respond.

     Esther spoke up, "Mordecai isn't fond of things that aren't symmetrical," she mewed. Marly nodded her head, thinking.

     "Oh," She started, "Well, I'll fix it soon, I promise," the Burmese mewed. Mordecai looked at Marly, nodding his head back slowly.

     After a few minutes of silence, Mordecai gingerly picked up her cello, supporting it as he held it. Marly smiled as he handed it to her, and Marly took it in her paws, laying the cello on its side as she stretched to pull her cello case over to her. Rose trotted up to Marly, a wide smile on the toddler's face.

     "I liked today!" She exclaimed, "Play more music for us!" Marly laughed cheerfully as she lay her cello into it's case, zipping it up.

     "Then I will, but not today. I have practice and stuff," The Burmese smiled, standing up. "I guess I should probably go now," Marly grinned. She had things to do, but this was genuinely really fun. It was rare she would play for such a small audience like this.

     As she walked towards the door, she spotted Zippy. Marly smiled at her, waving a paw at her.

     "I think I'll head out now," She began, "Thank you so much for having me," As she was about to head out, Marly poked her head back in, asking Zippy a question. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your last name?" The Burmese felt more comfortable calling adults by a title, then their last name. Zippy looked at Marly, a kind smile on her face as the molly still held the infant, Hannah.

     "Heller, that's this family's surname," She mewed calmly.

     "Alrighty then, Ms. Heller! See you all soon," Marly grinned back, as she headed out the door, carrying her cello on her back. The Burmese dashed up the steps and floors of her own apartment, before reaching her own room. She knocked on the door, and the sound of scuffle behind the door was clear. Probably her siblings. The door slowly opened as her father smiled at her. Marly walked into the room with her family, slipping off her cello case and laying it down on the ground near the entrance.

     "Hey Marly, how was it?" Her mom asked her, a smile crossing her dark pelted face. Marly grinned, taking a seat down onto the couch. As she was about to reply, a shout came from her younger sister, then one from her brother. Marly smiled, a chuckle coming from her lips. Sibling fights. The cellist soon turned to face her mother.

     "It was really fun! They all liked the cello. And they were all very nice," Marly mewed. Her mother nodded her head.

     "Really? How many of them were there?" Mrs. Divata meowed, excited to hear of their across the street neighbors. Marly's eyes lit up, she was always one who was happy to speak about her day and the fascinating people she had talked to.

     Marly spoke of Ms. Heller, the kind molly who tended to her infant, Hannah. She spoke of Rose Heller, the ecstatic youngin who was always so chipper and smiling. She spoke of Esther Heller, the tuxedo cat who was probably her age, who always seemed so chill and nice. Marly spoke of Mordecai Heller, the quiet tom-cat who watched her playing so intently, and who was so gentle when he handled her cello.

     Marly spoke of each of these cats so kindly, and as she spoke of each of them she knew she would give them another visit soon, with a new song to play.