#and also like flames turn things black so like if i was a cat in this world id probably go ‘’ok thats what it is’’

[vaugarde]

am i crazy or is flamekit not even a bad name for a black cat in the cat books

[perseephoneee]

kinktober 6 (klaus mikaelson x f!reader)

↳ masterlist ↳ ship exchange ↳ taglist ↳ kinktober masterlist

content warnings: blood sharing, you taste your own blood, slight cock warming

a/n: part two of kinktober halloween! i'm a practicing witch so i got wayyy too into the details.

all of these are inspired by this post by @moremaybank

Being a witch in New Orleans meant two things. One, you were guaranteed a run-in with the Mikaelson Family. Two, Klaus Mikaelson would either want to kill you or use you.

To your fate, he found you mildly amusing and infinitely useful. You had a particular percolation towards divination and had luck advising people in the past on what paths to avoid. In exchange for not killing your friends, Klaus has requested your services. Lucky you.

Tonight, you were not with Klaus. You were in your home, lighting candles for Samhain. You were wearing a black dress and witches hat in case trick-or-treaters came by. You had already set up your altar with photos of your ancestors. You were in the process of setting aside some of your dinner as an offering. You were supposed to be left alone. You were never that lucky.

You hear knocking on the door and open it to see Klaus smiling like a cat.

"Trick or treat," he said mockingly. You considered the merits of slamming the door in his face.

"This is my night off."

"This is a friendly call," Klaus said, peering into your home. "Care to invite me in?"

"Friendly entails that we're friends."

"We are friends, love. I even brought you a gift," Klaus said, pulling a box out of his pocket, ribbon wrapped around it. You narrowed your eyes, taking the gift hesitantly and opening it to see a ring. It was a Claddagh ring, except instead of being all silver, the heart was made out of black tourmaline for protection.

"What's the catch?" you asked.

"No catch. I saw it and thought of you," Klaus sighed. "It really is cold out here, and I would be appreciative if you invited me in."

Realizing you weren't going to get the original off your doorstep in any timely manner, you sighed and invited him in. He smiled, immediately inspecting your home as he entered. You went back to your alter, arranging everything as you gathered other supplies.

"In the middle of something?"

"Yes, tonight is actually an important night for my people," you mumbled, filling your arms with candles.

"Ah, Samhain, when all the people I've killed decide to haunt me."

"Do they really?" you turned to look at him, hiding amusement.

"Yes, it's rather annoying," Klaus took the candles out of your arms as you struggled to hold everything. You mumbled a thanks, heading to your living room with him falling behind you. "What spell are you casting this evening?"

"I'm giving thanks to my ancestors and asking for safe passage into the new year," you responded, putting all your materials on the ground. You also liked to give thanks to Hecate, but you didn't think he'd care much about that. Surprisingly, Klaus was silent and even helped you set up your circle. You shuffled your tarot cards, laying seven out before you as you got comfortable on the ground.

"Am I allowed to be here?" Klaus asked. You paused.

"Actually, it's sometimes helpful to have another person as a consort," you answered honestly. You thought he might bite your head off for calling him a witch's consort, but he just nodded and sat next to you as well. You snapped your fingers, lighting all the candles as you took several deep breaths. "I give thanks this Samhain and request safe passage into the new year. I light these candles for my ancestors, Hecate, and Mother Earth, who I will see in spring. Use me as your guide and as your soldier."

The flames burned brighter, a slight wind picking up in the room. Klaus looked around curiously as you flipped over your cards to see the message given to you. The spirits materialized slightly in the room, and you felt their energy trying to pull from yours, desperate for a life of their own. You weren't expecting the force and recoiled slightly as you continued chanting thanks and deciphering the cards. The flames grew hotter, and you struggled to hold your own against so many ghosts. Without warning, you felt Klaus put a hand on your shoulder. You didn't ask before latching on to his energy, pulling from it as an extra force to push back the spirits from the veil. When you closed the circle and finished your spell, the candles burned down to small flames again, leaving you in the quiet of your home. You felt yourself start to fall, Klaus catching you and holding you up as you regained your footing in the living world.

"Is that what usually occurs?" he asked.

"Sometimes, it was just stronger this time around," you coughed, trying to sit up. Klaus helped you, but he didn't remove his hands from you. "Having you around was what helped me push them back."

"Well, we do make a good team," Klaus smiled. You were quiet as you searched his eyes.

"Klaus, why did you come here tonight?"

He paused. "Would it be wrong to say because I missed you?"

You shook your head no, and he visibly relaxed.

"Y/N," Klaus said. "I'm going to kiss you."

You nodded, and he leaned in, kissing you reverently. The big bad of New Orleans was gentler than you imagined, his hands soft against your face as he pulled you closer to him. You sighed into the kiss, letting him deepen it as he laid you carefully on the ground. You pulled him on top of you, fingers scratching his scalp as one of his hands pushed up your dress. He pulled your legs around him, allowing you to feel him against your core.

The kiss grew in intensity, Klaus nipping your lip and coaxing a moan.

"Klaus," you breathed. "I want you, please."

Klaus chuckled at your begging, sitting up to remove his shirt. You removed the rest of your clothes, heat spreading through your body as Klaus admired your form. He sat back against your couch, pulling you into his lap and kissing you again. You let yourself sink down on him, moaning and burying your face in his neck. His hands grabbed your ass, helping you move as you worked up a rhythm. You felt so full with him in you, and the growls you were coaxing from him were enough to bring you to the edge. Klaus brought his hand between you, rubbing over your bud and helping you come with a cry. He held you up as he chased his own release, and when he came, he sank his teeth into your neck.

You had never had a vampire drink from you before, but you expected it to hurt. Klaus drinking from you, though, felt intimate. Like you were now a part of him, he could never shed. Even after he slowed your movements, it took him a second to detach from your neck. His lips were coated red as he rested his head back. Curiosity got the better of you, and you wiped his mouth with your thumb and licked it clean. The taste of your own blood wasn't as appetizing as it was to vampires, but you saw the way Klaus zeroed in on your lips, and it made it worth it. He bit the inside of his wrist, holding it up to you to drink from. You accepted, not breaking eye contact as you felt your skin stitch itself back together.

You both sat in silence.

"You know a Claddagh ring is typically reserved for lovers?" you asked.

"I'm well aware, love."

"Why do I feel this was your plan all along, to seduce me?" you traced his chest, narrowing your eyes at him. He just smirked.

"I've wanted you since I saw you; I just finally saw an opening."

You kissed him again, feeling him everywhere inside of you, as you spent the rest of the evening together as one.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Now imagine this...

What if... Reader were miles spouse right? (Male/gn)

And Prowler miles spouse (reader) died right.and when reader and miles met prowler miles, Would they. A. fight over reader. B. prowler would force reader to be with him and C. they share. (WHICH i highly doubt.)

And prowler is a bit of a yandere (if thtas alright)

What do you think? Can you make either a fanfic/headcanon/scenario? If you don't mind of course :))

-🥚anon

Miles Morales and Miles G x Black Cat Male Reader

Headcanons

Both Miles are aged up in this scenario, giving miles more time to be Spiderman. I hope I got the yandere part right hehe.

I just love Black Cat, so i had too. Let me know if you guys wanna hear about my Kraven Reader or Venom reader ideas ;3c i have so many ideas about the reader being based on spiderman villains.

You were earth 1610s Black Cat. You had grown up side by side with Miles, and as you grew up your body developed the meta-gene, causing you to gain the ability to affect probability fields to others. Aka, you are able to give people bad luck.

You didn’t quite like using your powers too much, and one of the few people who knew about it was Miles. You couldn’t help but use it on bad people though, like bullies or abusers.

You hadn’t always been Black Cat, but after your parents had a horrible divorce and you were abandoned with your mother with your father leaving with all the family’s money, you turned towards the world of crime.

The Morales family had of course offered to help your mother as she struggled, but she was too proud to accept it. Rio and Jeff ended up helping in ways she wouldn’t be able to turn down, like bringing you guys meals, or giving you Miles’s old clothes.

The new Spiderman hadn’t been around long before you became the Black Cat, and you two developed a relationship similar to Peter and Felecia. Lotsa flirting and chasing each other around the city with games and puzzles.

Of course, neither of you told each other your secret identities, wanting to keep the other safe.

Then one night when you were out stealing an expensive artifact, spiderman hung upside down from his webs and tsked at you, telling you to put the artifact back. Of course, with your relationship being so flirty, you tell him you’ll do it for a kiss.

And to both your surprise and miles’, he actually does it. he pulls his mask up enough to reveal his lips, and you two have a spiderman kiss right then and there.

Its only after you pulls away that you realize you recognize those lips, since you’ve always carried a flame for your best friend. One thing leads to another, and you put back the artifact and have spiderman chase you onto the roof where you take your mask off.

You both end up taking your masks off and revealing your identities to one another. It leads to a very long conversation why you both do what you do, and how it doesn’t change your relationship from what it was before.

That is until Miles ends up confessing that has always liked you a whole lot, both as Miles and Spiderman. When you shyly tell him you feel the same, he doesn’t believe it at first, until you kiss him again.

After that you two start dating, much to your parents joy, as they’ve always known you two had a thing for one another. Of course, Black Cat still steals, and Spiderman still tries to stop him, but if Black Cat starts only stealing from the corrupt, who’s gonna connect the dots?

Then everything with the multiverse happens, except you follow Miles through the portal, thanks to a gadget you’ve created that helps you become invisible and untrackable. You also have a grappling gun you use similar to webbing, so you can swing from the spider alliance.

When you reveal yourself to help Miles escape, a lot of the spider people are shocked, because they have their own Black Cat, that they have a relationship with of some sort. This allows you and Miles a headstart.

During the chase you use your meta powers on the people chasing you as well, making a lot of them trip or fumble, or be affected in other ways by bad luck.

When you end up on earth 42 neither of you realize it, too focused on saving Jeff to notice until its too late. You have a bad vibe, and stay hidden when Aaron arrives, following the two up onto the roof.

Miles G is able to see you even though you are invisible, thanks to the prowler gadgets, so both you and Miles are knocked out, and brought back to Aaron’s apartment since you’re both too distracted looking at the mural, which features both Jeff and you.

You were wearing your mask when you and Miles got caught, so when Miles G unmasks you back in Aaron’s apartment be drops it onto the floor almost immediately.

Miles G doesn’t know how to react to seeing your face again, Aaron has to get his attention because he’s just staring at you, maybe caressing your cheek so carefully with the clawed prowler gauntlets.

Miles G knows you aren’t his version of you, as you never had the chance to become Black Cat in this universe, having died too early to use your powers to start stealing. Your parents still divorced in this universe, but they used your death as the main reason.

Miles G grows a little obsessed with keeping you, as he doesn’t want to lose you again. Aaron just shakes his head as he watches his nephew dress you out of your Black Cat gear and into some of the clothes Miles G owns, because the you of earth 42 always wore his clothes.

Hed place you on the couch in the room, not wanting to lose sight of you, but also to maybe convince you that his doppelganger isn’t good enough, and you’ll want to stay with Miles G.

Miles would wake up first thanks to his accelerated healing, and the scene happens like in the movie where he tries to convince Aaron to free him, and he meets Miles G. That’s when Miles realizes you aren’t there and starts to panic, until Miles G turns the punching bag so Miles can see you unconscious on the couch.

It would lead to anger and fear in Miles, him cursing at Miles G and demanding him to let you go and asking what the hell he did to you. When he learns Miles G undressed you when you were unconscious Miles gets enraged.

You would have woken up by then, but played unconscious, trying to figure out what to do in this situation since all your gear was taken from you. But before you can really cook up a plan, Miles breaks free and the two start to fight.

When Aaron tries to step in, you jump up and kick him unconscious. Thanks to all the running and parkour you do, you have a very strong kick, which knocks the guy out cold immediately.

Using Aarons gun you shoot it at Miles G, since he’s the obvious threat in your eyes, and Miles G looks completely betrayed at you turning on him. He’s convinced himself you’re his and would choose him, so seeing you choose Miles breaks his heart and enrages him.

The fighting would continue, and at some point, Miles G would have you in his arms held against his chest, claws wrapped around your throat and ready to tear it out if Miles tries anything.

Everything is frozen as Miles G kisses at your neck and nibbles at your ear, muttering almost obsessively about you and how he’s missed you so much, how much he loves you, how empty he’s felt since you died.

You can’t help but pity him, because he seems so broken and sad without his version of you around. That doesn’t make you wanna stay though, as you guys need to go save Jeff and go back to your own dimension.

And though it makes your heart hurt to do, you use this to your advantage. Miles Gs guard crumbles when you turn and kiss him, his hands coming up to cradle your face almost desperately, like you’ll disappear if he doesn’t hold on for dear life.

You can feel the claws dig into your face and draw blood, but the distraction works perfectly, and Miles is able to knock him unconscious. Miles might hit him a little too hard, but he would excuse it on adrenaline later.

After you guys tie the two up and you get your Black Cat gear back on, Miles would push you up against the wall and kiss the breath right out of your lungs. Everything that’s happened has him feeling possessive and like he needs to overwrite the kiss you had with Miles G earlier.

Before you guys leave you fold up the clothes Miles G made you wear, and because you heart aches for him since he’s a version of Miles, you kiss the top of his head and maybe even leave a video message on his phone.

Miles isn’t too happy about it, but he also feels a litter flustered because you love him so much you feel for any version of him, even the crazy ones.

After that you two leave the apartment to try and find a way back to your own earth. You wonder if the video message will have any future consequences, but you are too set on saving Jeff that you don’t really think about it.

[shiratamahatsumiyo]

Twst with a Blood Mage reader

Warning: ...Blood and Violence? No shit?

• In this fic, I won't be specifically referring to the reader as Skarlet or any part of Skarlet's backstory. I'll only be using references of her skillset (Dagger Dance, Cell Siphon, Krimson Shield, etc.) and I'll also leave the reader's backstory as a powerful unknown mage with a forbidden type of magic.

• You have a very unique magic. A magic oh so powerful that everyone feared that it may turn you into a monster. But the thought of manipulating anyone and making them serve you never crossed your mind. You first discovered that you possess such type of magic is when you accidentally bit the inside of your cheek. The blood dripped down from your mouth to the floor. As you cried, the drops of blood levitated in the air, startling you. When the people around you took notice of this, they immediately cast you aside as a villain.

• ... That's okay. It doesn't hurt anymore.

• You didn't know what happened. That's that. You didn't know you blacked out, you didn't know how you got trapped inside a coffin, you didn't know why this... Blue furry thing on fire screaming at you to take off your robe that definitely wasn't there before. You shrugged its hostile behavior towards you since it doesn't sound like it wants to elaborate.

????: "Fnyagh! Just gimme your robe and I won't burn ya to a crisp, got it?!"

• I mean, look at this thing. Judging by its size and aura, it doesn't seem to be strong enough to knock you out, much less overpower you. The flaming feline is not pleased when you casually ignore him and just walk away like nothing happened. So it blew flames at you when you turn from him. You sharply turn to a corner to avoid the flames. You realize that you didn't have your dagger or anything sharp around you, so you ran.

????: "Fnyaaaah! Hey come back here!"

• Hmm, Courtyard... No sharp rocks or sticks, the whole place looks clean. Hmm, Library... Papercuts from papers? No, too small. Shit, a dead end... Should you just bite your fingers or bash your head against the wall? Nah, no time-

Grim: "Fnyahaha! Ya think ya can escape from the Great Grim's nose?! Now, take off your- FNYAGH!"

• You sighed, close your eyes, and just thought of letting him burn your skin off so that you can have access to your blood magic...... Huh, he's silent all of a sudden. You open your eyes to see a man wearing a crow mask and a top hat capturing the cat with a lash. The man scolded you after bickering with the tiny monster. He doesn't seem to pose a threat to you and you won't pose a threat to him.

• Whatever nonsense this man keeps blabbering about, it intrigues you. A college? Solely to train young mages? This loud-ass man is their headmaster? A horse drawn carriage of ebony took you here? As a student? ...Should you be glad that it's not a dungeon? Should you be annoyed and tell him that you're not supposed to be here? Either way, you quiet down and observe the commotion until your explanation is needed.

??????: "Where is the headmage?"

?????: "Maybe he had a stomachache and had to leave?"

Crowley, barging in: "NOT AT ALL!"

????: "Ah, there he is."

?????: "Whatever. Let's get this stupid ceremony over with."

• Crowley pushed in front of a mirror and a face glowed from it.

Dark Mirror: "State thy name."

BloodMage! Yuu: "...."

Crowley: "Psst! Say your real and full name!"

BloodMage! Yuu: "... But it's an object? I'm not sharing my name with an object, I'll look stupid."

Crowley: "Just say your name!"

BloodMage! Yuu: "Fine! It's BloodMage! Yuu..."

Dark Mirror: "BloodMage! Yuu... Thy color and shape of soul is..."

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 8 : Arkham Creeping with Dan pt.2

[ꀸꍏꈤ꓄ꍟ-ꉓꍟꈤ꓄ꋪꀤꉓ ꉓꃅꍏꉣ꓄ꍟꋪ]

[ꜱᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 29, 12:00 ᴀ���, ᴀʀᴋʜᴀᴍ ᴀꜱʏʟᴜᴍ]

Dante lit a cigarette as he slowly heard the hoovesteps of Fright Knight's Mare. "My liege, you have called." Fright Knight hopped off his Mare and Kneeled Behind Dante who was looking over Arkham Asylum from afar.

"Yes yes.... I have indeed. We have been given permission to take a new victim.. isn't that fun frighty?" Dante chuckled as he breathes out a puff of smoke from his cigarette. Fright Knight perked up, seemingly from slight excitement at a new victim from the 'mortal plane'. Dante laughed "Excited you are and so am I. He dare hurt our little Ghost Prince, and thus he must pay the price of Torture and The Endless Torture Of The Nightmare Realms." He turns around to glance at Fright Knight, Fright kept his head down but even the Mare is Excited and hyped up by this.

"We can't take any more, any less. Just one. Soul by the name of Jonathan Crane. Let's Depart." Dante floated and went invisible as he closes in on Arkham Asylum.

"May we have fun Tonight." Dante laughed silently his hair transforming back to it's original Flamey White Form, his eyes crimson red with Green Rimmings and Pupils white and slit like that of a cat.

"The Nightmare Realms Await your Damnation." Fright Knight said as he hops back on his Mare and became Invisible as he followed his Master.

[ꜱᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ 30, 9:00 ᴀᴍ, ᴡᴀʏɴᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ʙᴀᴛᴄᴀᴠᴇ]

┈◈◉◈┈┉[𝙳𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝙶𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚘𝚗 & 𝚃𝚒𝚖 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]┉┈◈◉◈┈

"This is... So gruesome- his head is completely crushed but not by something, and it can't be possibly someone unless-" Tim Sputters out in a fast Speaking pace but Dick Interrupts. "Calm Down Baby Bird, Slow Down your talking, let's look at the cameras again okay? Breathe." Dick demonstrates breathing slowly in and out and Tim replicates that slowly calming himself down.

"Okay..." They review the camera clips of Scarecrow's Cell, they couldn't see much as the clip was obviously corrupted with... Green and Red Glitches. They can hear some voices.

["ｍ𝔂 𝕃Ɨ𝑒𝕘𝑒 𝓱𝐚丂 𝓭𝑒ĆƗ𝓭𝑒𝓭 𝐓𝓱𝐚𝐓 𝔂Øย 𝔀Ɨᒪᒪ ๒𝑒 卩ย𝐍Ɨ丂𝓱𝑒𝓭 ย卩Ø𝐍 м𝔂 ĆØмм𝐚𝐍𝓭, ⓕØя 𝓱ยя𝐓Ɨ𝐍𝕘 Øยя 卩яƗ𝐍Ć𝑒 𝔂Øย 丂𝓱𝐚ᒪᒪ 卩𝐚𝔂 𝐓𝓱𝑒 卩яƗĆ𝑒 𝔀Ɨ𝐓𝓱 𝔂Øยя 𝑒𝐓𝑒я𝐍𝐚ᒪ 𝓭𝐚м𝐍𝐚𝐓ƗØ𝐍 Ɨ𝐍 𝐓𝓱𝑒 ƤƗ𝐓丂 Øⓕ 𝐓𝓱𝑒 ⓝƗ𝕘𝓱𝐓м𝐚я𝑒 ⓡ𝑒𝐚ᒪм."] The voice said, it was all static and clicks and hisses, Tim could barely translate it. Trying to find and piece the sounds together but he fails miserably instead.

"It hurts in the ears.... Something is clearly not right and I don't like it. The other population in Arkham are also Terrified, especially the ones near Scarecrow's Cell." Tim flips through the Files, "They Described seeing a man with a Flame like White Hair Walking down the halls past their cell towards Scarecrow's, and a ... Horse?? A Black horse with wings, fangs and Red Glowing Eyes that's being ridden by a Black Armored Knight that also had Red Eyes. One of them claimed to having nightmares about that said Entity upon making eye contact." Tim states seeing the sketches the 'people' near Scarecrow's Cell have made.

One of them sketched out a terrifying picture of said horse and it's rider. It's like something out of a horror movie. "... So... A flame like white hair man and a knight with a terrifying Horse, okay- wow- that's a lot of information that I will never honestly understand. The thing now is ... Did they, were they the one who crushed Scarecrow's skull into bits and pieces? Maybe I should call Raven after all—" Dick said nervously, and oddly terrified of the drawings, it's as if they're staring right at their souls, sentient and about to go hunting.

Nightwing/Dick adjusts his Suit's Neck trying to shake off the feeling of this chilling fear. Tim folds the papers and puts them in the files back again, also getting cold and chilled. "Maybe it IS supernatural? A demon? Maybe. Maybe a demon but there has to be a motive somewhere, there's Always a motive, did Scarecrow make a deal with a demon? Possible , or maybe this demon had a grudge but why a grudge? What's the cause??" Tim scratches his head trying to review every single footage given to him but he freezes.

"Oh fuck." Tim backtracks and plays the video footage on rewind and pauses at the right time. "A CLEAR FRAME! FUCK YEAH!" Tim yelled out loudly feeling victorious.

"Language Young Master Tim." Alfred corrects him as he places the cup of coffee by his desk, "Ah sorry Alfred and thank you for the coffee.... Just got caught up in this Case." Tim says as he sat back down.

"It's quite alright Young Master Tim, but Remember, indoor voice." Alfred smiles gently and Tim just nods, Alfred Walked off leaving Dick and Tim by themselves again.

Tim analyzes the blurry but not too glitched photo and trying to make out a picture and a clear frame of the suspect's face. The Man was looking at the camera with an obvious grin, his face was more glitchier than the others around but it was obvious his eyes were glowing and a piercing red with Green Rimmings. His Hair was indeed flame-like.

"Maybe, just maybe this person or demon or SOMETHING is in our system." Tim was frantic and desperate now trying to find this... Terrifying thing.

One File Came Up in the Bat-Computer.

"Dante.. Jamie Masters...?" Tim questioned himself. Because this was the Bartender of his Local Coffee Shop, and The Bartender who he got along with because of His Baby Brother.

Wait.

Didn't his Baby Brother Get Caught In the Fear Toxin Attack...? Was that.... The motive?

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Dante plopped into bed as he finished washing the blood off his body, He was pleased with himself and what he has done, his core purred in happiness for it has been so long since he's done something like this, not after his redemption for Danny.

╔⏤⏤╝𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐧(𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝)╚⏤⏤╗

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤

....𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.𝐩𝐧𝐠

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡 : 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬.

𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐀𝐇!!!! 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐰, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 :3

....𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞.𝐩𝐧𝐠

𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐚𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 : 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞

𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 : 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓. 𝐇𝐔𝐇?? 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓- 𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆?? 𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑??

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃!

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡 : 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬

𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫/𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬//:𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤/𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰-𝐌𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝-𝐢𝐧-𝐡𝐢𝐬-𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥...

𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧 : 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐌- 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔-

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝 : 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲.

𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄!!

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 𝐂𝐨𝐩𝐞.

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝 : 𝐒𝐀𝐌!! 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊!!

𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐄𝐜𝐨𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭 : 𝐍𝐮𝐡-𝐮𝐡

𝐏𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐨𝐡𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝:𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐌𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐇-𝐔𝐇???!?!?

Dante laughed as he read the messages very amused by their reactions, although it's concerning that kids like them find this normal but then again they've been through worse and Trauma so it's reasonable for now—

..╔⏤⏤⏤╝𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬╚⏤⏤⏤╗

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐩𝐬: 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐉𝐨𝐛.

Dante stared at the Message pleased with himself. Not knowing he's about to get into a lot of shit because of one single frame that recognizes him.

Oh well, he'll get away with it... Maybe.

GHRAAAAH anyways

:33, that's the end for Dan Mission XD now it's gonna be Dan getting JL and JLD's attention because of a single frame, RIP.

Translation for the Glitched Text :

["𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦."]

Enjoy as always. <33.

[delta-pavonis]

Ficlet: Naga's Boon

For @amielot (Apparently? Like, I started this AGES ago and only have vague recollections of the server conversation that started it... Could I search the Discord? Yes. Am I lazy? Also yes.)

Dreamling AU || rated G before the break, rated E after the break (cw: nagas have hemipenes (two penises, kinda) like all snakes and lizards, but not the more, uh, horrific looking options if you Google it, monsterfucker Hob Gadling, description of non-human genitalia, Hob is a bit of a size queen and a cumslut and we love that for him, Dream has to be restrained during sex for Plot Reasons™️, naga Dream wearing a leather chest harness might be one of the hottest images I have come up with recently ngl)

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"You return." His voice rumbles out of the depths. It may have been more than a lifetime ago, but Hob remembers well His voice.

Hob's immediate vicinity is brightly lit thanks to the high quality of the candle in his lantern and yet the way in front of him still looks like an endless abyss of starless midnight. "Well. Yes. You said that you wanted to know what it was like. That we should meet again on this day in one hundred years. I will keep my end of the bargain, if it provides me this gift."

The susurration of scales along damp stone is amplified by the cave's mouth as He approaches. "You name it a gift? So you still want to live?"

"Oh yes." He nods vigorously enough to cause the lantern hanging from the end of the tall staff he carries to swing.

The light sloshes wildly back and forth between the rock walls, causing a small grouping of bats to hiss and squeak before they take to the air. Hob ducks as they flitter overhead and when he turns back to the inside of the cave He is there.

For a moment it is as if a torso hovers in the darkness, His bone-pale skin almost as reflective as a cat's eyes. He embodies an ideal that only the greatest artists and students of the human form could conceive of... except where hips should dip to thighs and groin, is shadow and fire.

Human-appearing skin gives way to wide horizontal belly scales, each bright flame yellow in the middle fading to ember orange then to ruby red at the edges. Everywhere else, serpentine coils of which Hob sees no end, is the shining black of obsidian.

Hob holds the lantern-staff aside as the ancient naga approaches to within arms reach. He has to look up to meet those hypnotizing eyes, blue-black, just as he remembered. "What must I do," he pauses, breathless, "to keep this boon?"

"You are more than passing brave, Robert Gadling, to return to my lair, apparent promise of renewed immortality or no. What have you been doing for the last hundred years?" He lowers his torso as he speaks, until their faces are more of a height.

"Oh, same as before, soldiering mainly. Bit of banditry now and-wait" Hob's brain catches up with the conversation. "Did you say apparent promise?"

The naga's smirk, the barest curl of rose-pink lips, makes Hob shiver. "Well caught." He shakes his head, long black hair falling over one shoulder, and if Hob did not know any better he would think the ancient creature amused. "Your so-called boon is not subject to my whims nor those of any other. You earned it fairly and so it will not fade until you will it so."

Earned it fairly. What Hob had done was save the life of another naga from a pitchfork and torch-bearing mob. She was dark of skin, hair, and scale, yet this one had called her 'sister.'

"Oh, so I..."

"May leave, if you'd rather."

Hob pauses, bites his lip as he considers his options. This creature must have knowledge beyond his wildest imaginings, stories of things forgotten by most of those alive today. He wants to know more. "And if I'd rather not?" The naga's head shifts backwards on his neck, surprise widening his eyes; that was clearly not an answer he considered possible. "I do not know when you last went and saw the outside world, but I could tell you my story..." He hesitates before adding, "If you would be willing to tell me a bit of yours?"

The naga rushes towards Hob, stopping only a hair's breadth away, mouth open and forked tongue flickering out all around Hob's face, brushing against his forehead and cheeks and chin. Hob is so close that the naga's fangs are visible in his open mouth even though they remain retracted, pulled backwards by thin membranes that glint almost silver in the light.

The tongue disappears into a scowling face, brow drawn in confusion. "You do not smell of lies."

"That would likely be because I am not lying." For a moment Hob worries he has overstepped, been too casual, but then a glimmer of mirth softens the naga's expression.

He nods his head once, accepting the answer. "Then tell me, what has changed in your world since I saw you last?"

So that was as far as I got with the intro. Then there was this bit of gratuitous pornography...

"Hob," he hisses, "I do not think I can..."

"Love," the human soothes, reaching out to grab the naga's neck and pull him up for a kiss. "You can. I know you can hold yourself still. The only way to restrain your smooth body any more than it already is would be to loop hooks into the flesh beneath your scales. And I refuse." Dream whimpers, eyes closed as he trembles. "Just think of the reward, darling. Imagine one of your cocks buried within me, the other gripped in my hands. Think of it."

Hob tries to let some of his own breathless excitement bleed through. Because after seven hundred years of meeting with this gorgeous, awe-inspiring, witty, fascinating creature - not to mention eight decades of being lovers - finally, finally he will have what he has wanted since year two hundred and one: Dream screaming his pleasure as he empties inside him. And Hob is goddamned excited.

Little did Hob know when he first desired this that he would get to have Dream come on him at the same time.

Dream, while equally enthusiastic, is terrified that he will hurt Hob. And he isn't wrong: the majority of his body is a long tube of extremely strong muscle that thrashes around when he is near and at his climax. Hob has watched as Dream has whipped his tail around fast enough to gouge cuts eight inches deep through dragon hide, so he doesn't begrudge Dream's hesitation.

If Hob were another naga their snake-bodies would be intertwined and therefore kept from wild movements by the other's strength. But he is not. So they have had to come up with other options.

Dream's body, both human and snake, is being held down by an elaborate series of straps and chains. On his snake end, which they have found runs a full forty-seven feet in length, are a dozen foot-wide leather collars that tighten around the body if pulled. Each are anchored via chains to iron rings buried deep into the stone of the cave floor. His human form lays on a mattress, but is also held down with a harness that loops around his shoulders and chest and has a very short chain to the floor. He cannot fully sit up, but he can stretch enough to touch Hob as he is riding Dream.

Hob is perched on his lover's pelvis, along the transition from skin to scales. Behind him, three belly scales back, far too low relative to the jut of what appear to be hips to be human anatomy, protrude two slick, gleaming cocks.

Their proportions are also too exaggerated to be human, with a more pointed head that transitions relatively smoothly into the shaft. The shaft is widest at just below its middle, making it shaped almost like a flower bud. At the base of each, right before they connect into a 'Y' shape, are a series of gentle ridges that make Hob groan just looking at them. No part is wider than Dream's hand, so there is no doubt that Hob's body can accommodate.

Hob slides backwards until the two cocks press up against his ass and nudge into his lower back.

While they have never done this specific sexual act before, Hob has sat between the two dicks and rutted back and forth until they both came. It absolutely drenches Hob in cum, both front and back, and Dream takes great pleasure in covering his lover as much as possible.

"You ready, love?" Hob asks as he reaches behind to grab one of the two pricks.

He beams down at Dream, maneuvering so that he sits in the space between the twitching, leaking members. He takes a moment to rock forward, his own cock sliding against Dream's, making them both groan. Then he rises up onto his knees and starts guiding one of Dream's impossible cocks into his body.

Dream stretches and gets one hand on Hob's thigh. "As much as I can be." His voice is steadier than it was before.

Oh fuck, it is better than Hob thought possible, that long gentle taper just gliding into him until it is stretching him open, stretching and oh oh oh!

"Yes! Hob!" Dream snaps his body up as much as he is able, chains clinking as he reaches their limits, popping his prick into Hob to the base.

Hob lets out this long, drawn out wanton noise, more than a moan, not quite a howl; he is so full he almost wants to cry with how good it is.

When he looks down, Dream's chest is heaving, shining with sweat, his mouth open and slack, his lids heavy over dark eyes. He looks like he wants to devour Hob and in that moment Hob probably would let him, if only it kept this glorious prick buried within him for a minute longer.

Hob runs his hands down the cock arcing up between his legs. It twitches into his touch and presses Hob's cock and bollocks against his belly and oh yeah, that's gonna be fantastic. He rolls his hips forward once, rutting himself into those ridges at the base of one of Dream's pricks and lifting him off the other.

Dream hisses, fingers gripping bruises into Hob's thigh, and his hips snap up to fully sheathe himself again inside Hob, making them both cry out.

Hob wants to tell his lover how good it is, but he can't figure out words, so he keeps stroking both his hands up and down the cock in front of him, rolling his hips and fucking himself in time with it, and Dream sobs through it all, but his body eventually picks up the rhythm.

Hob's cum gets smeared all over Dream's cock under his hands and it is only a few more thrusts before Dream peaks, a shriek of unintelligible sibilants, stripes of searing hot white covering Hob's shoulders and neck and the side of his face. At the same time the cock inside him pulses over and over and Hob can feel the spend leaking out of him and down his legs and across Dream's belly.

If Hob had his way this would last forever, but he can already tell he is close, Dream so fucking deep inside him it hits every pleasure spot Hob knew he had and then some. He can hear the heavy chains behind him rattle and groan as Dream's long body thrashes in its confines, attempting to twist and roll. It makes every third or fourth thrust become a wild buck that hits harder than the others and Hob's vision whites out for a moment each time.

The bucking gets more frequent as Dream reaches his own peak, and Hob has already been holding himself back, so once every thrust is one of those uninhibited snaps of Dream's body, he lets himself go. "Dream! I'm gonna oh yessss!"

When he collapses forward Dream's cocks are flexible enough to go with him, still everted and full, and isn't that just lovely. They will retract eventually, out of Hob and all the way back into Dream's body until they invert internally. Perhaps Dream will let Hob fuck into his inverted pricks for a second round.

But that will be later. For now Hob feels their breathing sync as he drifts into sleep.

[biwitchenergyz]

A House of Blood and Fire

Chapter Three: The Warning

<-Previous

"Perhaps we can talk?" You whisper in the quiet of the empty library. The soft, warm light of the metal chandelier casts a gentle orange glow on Aemond's pale face, creating an eerie atmosphere. He keeps his distance since releasing you from his embrace, yet his body is still turned to you, a clear sign of his reluctance to let you go. Silence follows, but you cannot stand to let it linger. As you move to clear your throat, the silence is broken.

"Talk? What could we possibly talk about." Aemond's voice may very well haunt your dreams tonight. His deep, velvety voice sends shivers down your spine. You struggle to discern the emotions he stirs within you – your closest guess would be hatred. "We haven't seen each other in many years. I am sure there are many things we could discuss," you venture, the words hanging in the air. Aemond remains silent momentarily before humming softly as he turns away; his silver-gold hair catches the light. He is walking away from you, and the mere implication that he can treat you with so little respect is infuriating.

"Aemond-"you start, only to be abruptly cut off as he snaps, "Stay away from my brother." His words echo through the extensive library, the gravity of the situation weighing heavily on you. In an attempt to lighten the mood, you respond with a snicker, "Which brother, my prince? Or did you forget you had two?" Your attempt at humor sounds more cruel than humorous, and as Aemond remains motionless, an uncomfortable stillness settles between you.

"Aegon always changes when you're here. In the past, when you would ward under our mother, he rarely visited the brothels, and he did not indulge in his cups as much as he does now. Every time you leave, he grows sullen, and his vices become more frequent.” Aemond’s lip curls in disgust, but he continues, “ This past year has been an improvement for him, but with you here…when you leave again, his condition will deteriorate. Save him that pain. Stay away."

A pang of heartache washes over you, opening old wounds that fester and sour. It's undeniable that Aegon fared better when you were with him. You two were thick as thieves, but your actions caused a rift that may never mend. The memory of him in the stands earlier was already tormenting you. When you close your eyes, you can still see his pouty lips whispering your name like a fervent prayer. Aemond is right; you should stay away from Aegon, but know you cannot.

"What of you?" you ask, your voice steady and confident. Aemond's interest is piqued, and though you barely notice, he turns slightly toward you. "Must I avoid you too?" Saageal’s soft meow answers you; standing in the doorway, your beloved companion has managed to escape as he always does, regardless of what castle you reside in. The sleek black cat gracefully prances to Aemond, affectionately rubbing his face against the silent man's calf. After gentle nudges from the large feline, Aemond leans down to tenderly brush Saageal's back, eliciting a chorus of contented purrs that resonates throughout the room. As a kid, Aemond was the only one of his siblings to be comfortable around your pet. Your mother always told you that Saageal was special.

"Just like you, this kitty has two very different parents. A strong alley cat for a father and a cunning Shadowcat mother." Saera would whisper as she combed your silver-gold hair, letting the water from your curls drip onto the luxurious Dornish carpet, not caring if it was ruined. Saageal was undoubtedly the most treasured gift your mother ever gave you, and it filled your heart with warmth to witness your favorite companions also develop a deep affection for him.

Aemond recoils, pulling his hand away as if Saageal is made of flames. "You know what happened that night, as well as I do. You took my sister from me." There is a heavyweight in the air, suffocating any chance of explanation. You know that revealing the truth would only cause more pain, so you choose silence. He would not understand. Any admission of guilt would hurt him; nothing is left to say. Aemond's gaze pleads with you, hoping for honesty and genuine compassion, but all he receives in return is your stony silence. You feel a mix of anger, guilt, and sorrow towards Aemond, a man who was once a friend but is now a reminder of your biggest secret.

"Helaena loved you. She loved you, and you drove her away." He does not say anything else; The words hang in the air, heavy with unspoken anguish. Aemond takes one final glance at you before departing and leaving you alone in the deserted library; book still clutched in your hand.

• • • • • • •

You can't help but mull over Aemond’s words, even though it infuriates you. As two castle maids help you prepare for dinner, you find yourself imagining Aemond in chains. Perhaps you would take his tongue if given the chance. You are completely astonished by the audacity he has to blame Helaena’s disappearance on you and claim that you drove her away; it is a stab to your already wounded heart. The two handmaids exchange occasional glances, and finally, one asks with concern, "Are you feeling well, princess?" This maiden is around your age but far more timid and soft-spoken.

"Apologies. I am perfectly well. Remind me of your name?" You speak gently, not to scare the shy maid. She shares one more glance with the older handmaid, who encourages her. "My name is Dyana if it pleases your grace." She is pretty with her full cheeks and bright eyes. You remember her from somewhere. When you realize who she is, you feel sick. Helaena's bedmaid who once followed the princess to and from her chambers.

"Dyana. I remember you now. I appreciate your help today. Both of you, I am grateful for the assistance." The maids thank you for your kindness, but it strikes you as odd to be thanked for simply showing human decency. Despite having lived in Westeros for eight years, the culture of the Summer Isles still profoundly influences your thoughts. In the Isles, the king's household roles are considered a great honor, chosen by priests who seek the guidance of the goddess. A completely different sentiment is shared in Westeros, and serving as a maid seems more like a punishment than a service. It is common for maids to stay in one home only briefly, but Dyana has been in the Red Keep for over six years.

"Her Majesty is overjoyed to have you home, princess. She missed when you wintered in the keep," the elder handmaid, Lenna, remarks as she delicately puts pearl pins in your luscious curls. Memories flood your mind as you recall the precious moments spent in the company of the Queen and her children.

" When we were younger, Aegon and I would count the leaves of the godswood to tell when summer had finally arrived. In the winter, the godswood would lose all its leaves, which is how Aegon knew I would return to the keep. As summer approached, the tree bloomed a beautiful shade of red. Aegon told me that he believed the number of leaves on the tree was the number of days I would be away at Dragonstone. Aemond and Helaena were not fond of our game; it saddened them," you reminisce while the maids attentively listen, sharing in your nostalgia.

The memory resonates with them- a time when Aegon didn't need assistance to his chambers after a night of frivolous partying, an Aegon who didn't make crude comments when deep in his cups, one who didn't weep in his room for hours on end. It was also a memory of when Helaena roamed the halls in silence, radiating warmth.

" If you liked it so much, why did you leave, princess?" Dyana hands you a vibrant garnet lip paint. The maid's job is over, as you prefer to apply your own makeup, but they linger, eager to share in your company. You rise to sit on your bed; you gesture for them to join you, and after a moment of hesitation, they settle in comfortably. Saagael rises from his place on your cushioned chair to join the three of you. At first, Dyana seems afraid but soon begins to stroke the soft feline with a tender touch.

"I arrived in Westeros at the tender age of thirteen, not long after the tragic death of Lady Laena and Aemond's injury. Our journey was prompted by my bastard brother's claim over the Summer Isles and his subsequent usurpation of my throne," You pause, gathering your strength before continuing, "He... inflicted grave harm upon my mother, but Viserys struck a deal with her, offering me asylum on the condition that I become a ward of Princess Rhaenyra's. The Queen argued that it was more fitting for me to be under her care, and after much debate, the king decided that I would spend six months with Princess Rhaenyra and six with the Queen Alicent."

Your mother, weakened by her wounds, never had the opportunity to advocate for you. She would have, if not fearing for your life, vehemently opposed Viserys' plan to treat you as a ward and insisted that you be honored as a princess rather than relegated to the position of a ladies' maid. Her wounds had weakened her; by the time your boat docked in Blackwater Bay, she lacked the strength to stand. It stung her pride to allow her only trueborn child to be treated as a lady-in-waiting, but she could not risk you being handed over to your halfbrother. Dyana and Lenna see the sadness in your eyes. "The only reason I was allowed to remain on Dragonstone is because the king's hand practically banished me from the Red Keep."

"I would be willing to bet you've got more restrictions than even us bedmaids," remarked Lenna, albeit with a touch of amusement. "Not that we don't have plenty of rules ourselves," she quickly added to soften her words. You worry that you might have inadvertently belittled their own struggles.

" I wouldn't dare compare my plight to your own! I have so few rules here, apart from the changing seasons and my mother's final wishes." You worry that you have offended your bedmaids by making your issues seem more significant than theirs, but they are entirely at ease with you.

"Forgive me if I overstep, but what were your mother's last wishes?" Dyana inquired gently as Saagael nestled contentedly in her lap. As you sit among them, surrounded by comfort, you recall how your mother used to recline on the countless cushions in her chambers, attended by lady's maids and noblewomen, all indulging in Saera's captivating voice and flirtatious manners. She would often take you onto her lap, allowing you to revel in the lively atmosphere. You couldn't help but wonder if you possessed even a fraction of her grace or remarkable ability to spark love in others.

"She made me promise her three things," you began, feeling the weight of her final requests. "Firstly, I must never ride a dragon. Secondly, I am forbidden from marrying a Targaryen. And lastly, I can never sit the iron throne in any way. To remain under the king's protection, I mustn't press what little claim I have or use my Targaryen blood for gain."

• • • • • • •

Dinner in the Red Keep is always a lavish affair. The scene's grandeur immediately strikes you as you enter the dining room. The long, intricately painted wooden dining table, a gift from the Tyrells to Queen Alysanne, sits empty, awaiting the night's guests. Servants move about the room, rushing to light candles, arrange the table, and add cushions to the king's seat. They nod to you as they pass, a gesture you return.

"You are early, pretty lady." You sense his presence before even turning around. You would know him in a crowd of thousands; you would know him in another life. Four years apart could not make you forget the way his heartbeat from within his chest.

"Aegon." You do not need to say anything else. Your reunion is swift as he draws you into his embrace, grasping you as if he fears you will slip through his fingers like sand in an hourglass. The scent of wine was long gone, replaced by the soothing aroma of frankincense.

"Four years. It has been four years." Aegon's body shivers. You fear he has begun to sob, but he pulls away to hold your face; his eyes are teary, but he composes himself as he cups your face gently in his hands. His touch, unexpectedly tender, is much unlike the rough hands of a dragon rider." You still stun me after all these years." He whispers as one might when confessing their sins.

"My prince does not realize how beautiful he is." You tell him, your heart filling with the happiness only your old friend can create. He shakes his head, eyes never leaving your own. "All beauty fades in comparison to yours." You know you should take his words with a grain of salt; he has always been a flirt, but you can't contain the flush that heats your cheeks. "My prince is cruel with his jests."

The heavy door creaks open, and the flickering candlelight reveals the shadowy figure of Aemond Targaryen as he descends the stairs with the kind of casual confidence one would typically see in a king. “Ziry vestragon ao emagon umazigho īlva jorrāelagon raqiros, lēkia.” It seems you have found our dear friend, brother. Aegon frowns, his response slow and uncertain, "Skoro… syt ruaragon… ñuhon?" Why..hide…mine? Aemond hums at his brother's failed valyrian. Aegon was never good at paying attention to his maester's, but it looks as if he will try to speak again, so you cut in.

"Jaehossi uēpossi arlȳssī, sepār ȳzaldrīzes se quptenkys Ēngos!” By the old gods and the new, speak the common tongue! Your valyrian accent is like liquid honey, flowing from your mouth with the same silky musical tone as the summer tongue. Saera had a hard time ridding you of your summer accent, finally giving up when your accent had shifted into a unique combination of both your mother tongues. Nevertheless, your high valyrian was as rusty as your summer tongue, and you sometimes mixed words between the three languages you spoke. Aemond humms in agreeance but Aegon is cautious. He watches his brother carefully as he moves closer. Aemond slowly paces around the dining table, his every step drawing nearer until he looms behind you.

" Be glad it is I who found you. Others would spread damning rumors." Although Aemond is not close enough to touch you, you feel his strong presence as if he were right against you. Aegon instinctively clutches your hands tightly. "Tread carefully, Aemond," warns Aegon. His warning goes unheeded. " I have saved her from ruin. The people already speak so ill of her mother. Would you want to feed their distaste simply because you can’t keep your hands off?" You pull from Aegon's grasp and step away from both brothers. In your time as a ward, you learned that there are many moments to stay silent and very few moments where you should speak up.

“Can I not embrace an old friend? When has friendship become a scandal?” Aegon demands of his brother, but his words cause Aemond to smirk, almost as if he knew something that the two of you did not.

"Aemond Targaryen, you have no right to speak as though you fear for my reputation. Was it not you in the library making vile accusations against me?" Aegon's head whips from you to Aemond as he repeats your last words in bewilderment. Aemond scoffs, "Too much time with my half-sister has changed you." He boils your blood. Aemond steps closer to you, and instead of backing down, you match him, bringing the both of you barely an inch from each other. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you missed me."

"Don't be ridiculous, princess."

"Is it so ridiculous to assume you might miss an old friend?"

"We are not old friends," Aemond hisses, his words hanging in the air like a heavy fog. You restrain yourself from asking him about the nature of your relationship. Just as the tension becomes unbearable, the door swings open, and Rhaenyra enters the room, flanked by Jace and Luke. Their sudden appearance shatters the moment's intensity, and you quickly assume the role of lady-in-waiting, bowing respectfully to the princess as she approaches.

“Sister.” Aegon and Aemond both quip in unison, their voices subdued in her presence. The princess acknowledges them with a curt nod before turning her attention to you. Her mere presence seemed to quell the sibling rivalry.

“Have I interrupted something, dear brothers?” In her presence, the boys are like puppies caught fighting for a bone. With one look, she makes her brothers fall silent. Very little has been resolved between the Targaryen siblings since the disappearance of Helaena, but to Rhaenyra’s credit, she had flown to King’s Landing to be with her family. Since then, they had exchanged the occasional letter. She kept the contents of the letters she exchanged with her brothers close to her chest despite your begging to read them. Helaena was dear to all her siblings, and in her absence, they were able to share one thing: a longing for her.

“And is Daeron not joining us?” Rhaenyra questions, but it is Daeron’s timely arrival that quiets her. Daeron holds his mother's hand, helping Queen Alicent down the stairs so she does not stumble over the long fabric of her gown. Not far behind them are Otto and Daemon, accompanied by your dear cousin Rhaenys and her granddaughters.

Without a word to anyone, Alicent takes her seat to the left of the king’s chair. Rhaenyra follows as if pulled to the other woman, sitting on the king's right. You all head towards the nearest chairs, placing you between Aegon and Aemond with the dragon twins in front of you and their respective betrothed beside them. Rhaenys takes the seat opposite the king’s chair, a dignified place for your beloved cousin. Otto and Daemon sit across from each other at the corner of the table beside the queen and the princess.

Viserys is carried in barely a minute after everyone is seated. With his arrival, the dinner finally begins.

[blasphemous-lies-and-deceit]

Flufftober Day 1. Lost Pet Meet Cute

"Oh, hello!"

Michael's happy greeting made Gerry turn back in confusion, since it didn't seem to be directed at him. It wasn't, obviously, since Michael's attention was firmly on the cat that was standing on the bin next to him, meowing incessantly at him. Michael, of course, was already smitten, cooing and petting over the cat's back as they arched up into his hand. Gerry could hear it purring as he retraced his steps, back to Michael's side.

"We can't get distracted, love," he urged, but it was half-hearted at best. Michael was already distracted, and who was he to part the pair? The cat was desperate for attention, eyes closed in bliss as Michael scratched the base of her tail. The patches of white, orange and black of her fur were a bit dingy, and while she wasn't very thin, she had the look of a creature who hadn't been eating well. There was no collar around her neck. "Fuck," Gerry sighed, reaching out as well, letting the cat sniff his fingers before going in to scratch under her chin. "You're not gonna be able to walk away from her, are you?"

"Look at her!" Michael said plaintively, scooping the feline into his arms. His eyes were wide and pleading, gazing at Gerry with aching want. "She might be lost, or abandoned. We can't leave her!"

The thing was, they really could. Gerry knew they should, since they were supposed to be doing some basic reconnaissance on a base for the Lightless Flame, and there was no way to bring a cat along. But there also was no way for him to insist Michael leave the stray behind. She was already looking so comfortable and relaxed in Michael's arms, purring up a storm and leaning into his embrace. Only some sort of heartless bastard could look into Michael's pleading eyes and say no to him.

And Gerry didn't really want to leave her behind, either. 

"She better not have fleas," Gerry told him, still scratching behind the cat's ears. Her bright green eyes scrunched nearly closed as she leaned into his fingers. "Yeah, you like that, don't you?" Gerry directed at her, quietly loving the increased frequency of purrs. "You're gonna spoil her so bad."

"Oh, I'm going to spoil her?" Michael asked jokingly. "You didn't even try to argue, I didn't even have to ask if we could keep her!" He giggled when Gerry shot him a look, trying to pull back some of his usual demeanor. It was no use‒ Michael knew him too well, and just smiled knowingly at him before looking away shyly. "I‒ I have been wanting to ask if we could get a cat for a while, but I wasn't sure if you'd want one too…"

"I think she'll be a good fit," Gerry assured him. Caring for a cat was a big responsibility, but one that he was willing to take on in their lives. A fluffy little cherry on top of their relationship. They could use a piece of normalcy like her, something to remind them that there was a world outside of the supernatural bullshit, and that not everything was terrible. A reminder that sometimes things could be soft, and lovely, and capable of purring with happiness. 

Michael beamed at him, gently hugging the cat in his arms, and Gerry knew that he absolutely, positively agreed.

[anthurak]

Random Old Theories/Headcannons: Wyrd RWBY

So those who have been following me for the last few years might recall that prior to us actually knowing anything about Volume 9, some of my theory posts touched on Team RWBY returning to Remnant changed by their time in this mystical realm beyond their own, wielding weird and strange powers.

Anyway, this is a WIP from a couple years back that went into some fun ideas for these changes for ‘Wyrd RWBY’ that I thought I’d touch up and finally post.

Enjoy XD

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Yang doesn’t seem much different at first. Just that her hair seems to be a bit wavier than before, like she’s using her semblance all the time now. And the air around her always seems to be at least a few degrees warmer. But then you start noticing other things. Like how sometimes her right arm isn’t made of metal and circuits but instead wreathed in some kind of tangible flame. Or how the fingernails on Yang’s left arm now look more like claws. Or how when Yang’s eyes turn red, they now also become slitted like the eyes of a lizard. Or the golden flakes that now dot Yang’s exposed skin. Flakes that will sometimes spread. Sometimes they spread so much they look more like golden scales. Yang always laughs this off. Which is also when you can see that her teeth are quite a bit larger, and sharper than you remember.

Blake herself isn’t the one who seems different at first. It’s her shadow. Like how it often moves independent of Blake. Or is somehow able to grab things for Blake. Sometimes you’ll see Blake’s shadow moving along a wall with Blake herself nowhere in sight. Sometimes Blake’s shadow won’t look like Blake at all, but rather some manner of very large cat. And sometimes you’ll see a large black cat wandering the back allies with the shadow of a person.

Weiss… where to begin with Weiss? First off, you wouldn’t expect a girl like Weiss to be into tattoos, but now Weiss seems to be covered in them. On almost every bit of visible skin, Weiss has these strange, arcane symbols, glyphs and runes. They tend to glow whenever Weiss uses her semblance. Speaking of which, you know that the Schnee semblance is versatile to say the least, but you’re pretty sure they at least needed to dust to do some of their crazier feats.

What Weiss is doing feels less like a semblance and more like actual magic.

Then there’s Weiss’s Grimm. Not Grimm like everyone knows. No one would mistake these creatures for the Grimm that humanity fears. With their bodies and fur the color of freshly fallen snow and icy blue eyes. You’ve seen Winter and Willow Schnee summon ‘white’ Grimm before, but the creatures that Weiss calls to her side seem so much more tangible. Not some construct of aura that will vanish as soon as its mistress stops focusing on it, but something REAL. And there’s always at least one or two with Weiss wherever she goes, sometimes more.

And Ruby? Well, let’s just say the fact that she somehow has wolf ears and an eye-patch are probably the least weird things about her now.

Like how her silver eyes were always unique, but now it seems they often glint and shimmer and otherwise catch the light in ways eyes don’t. Even when there isn’t any light for them to catch…

Ruby also uses her semblance more. A lot more. As in, unless she’s accompanying someone else, you can expect her to enter a room not through a door, but via a trickle of rose-petals blowing in through an open window. Or a vent. Or just appearing out of basically nowhere.

In fact, it seems like there are always a few petals flaking off of Ruby’s cloak, only to vanish before they even hit the ground.

And it feels like any time Ruby might be struck or otherwise injured, her semblance will activate.

You remember one time when Nora tried to give Ruby an affectionate punch to the arm, only for her fist to travel through the arm as it suddenly burst into petals before reforming a moment later.

Come to think of it, you’re pretty sure you haven’t seen anyone actually TOUCH Ruby. Aside from her teammates…

Speaking of which, Team RWBY together brings even more strangeness.

Like how they’ll sometimes speak amongst themselves in a strange language that sounds more like a whistling breeze or a crackling flame than anything someone might actually speak with.

Or how they will sometimes move and act together without need for words at all. And that’s just the least of it…

Like you’re pretty sure you’ve seen Blake’s golden eyes flash just a bit when Yang uses her semblance. Or Yang’s violet eyes shimmer when Blake uses hers. Or how Yang’s semblance now creates a fiery, shadow-like afterimage of herself that looks a bit more like Blake than her. Or times when Blake will gain some sudden burst of strength while fighting that causes her hair to start flickering like a flame.

Meanwhile you’re pretty sure you’ve seen some of Weiss’s runic tattoos briefly appear on Ruby’s skin, or the edges of Weiss’s hair briefly turn red. And there was that one time Ruby and Weiss went out to save a group of incoming refugees being attacked by a horde of grimm, yet those same refugees swear they were saved by a mysterious woman in red and white.

Oh, and there’s also Ruby’s new pet mouse who actually seems pretty normal. Aside from the fact that some people are saying the mouse talks.

But that’s just silly!

[timeslugarts]

First Play

Vox x Vera (oc)

So I wrote this just now, my first ever nsfw piece, smut and all!

Vox and Vera's first encounter meeting at Valentino's party.

And all the fun they have 😘

Also, please let me know if you like this, I'm constantly embarrassed by my writing.

No beta we die like men

God, this party sucked Vox thought as he downed his drink. He had things he could be doing right now, money he could be making! Valentino insisted he come to this event though, he needed someone there not just to look pretty but to show off the power and influence he had, and Vox was that lucky bastard. 

It was exactly the type of party you'd think Valentino would throw. Hot, sweaty, sickly sweet. The bodies in the middle ebbed and flowed with the music, everywhere he looked people were grinding, and making out and doing… more. Vox grimaced, people really had no shame, no sense of decorum. There were sex rooms RIGHT THERE for Christ's sake!

Valentino was graceful enough to give Vox a VIP space, though he was the only there and would likely be the only there until he made an expeditious retreat at a reasonable time. 

Another drink appeared at his table, he took it and downed it in one go. He could feel the headache start to form with each boom of the bass. You think Valentino would at least grace Vox with his presence considering he was here for him after all. Vox could see Val at the other end of the room, surrounded by his whores, making out with one while his hand was suspiciously hidden under another's clothes. Vox couldn't say he was jealous, but he definitely wasn't pleased. He was still glaring at Val when someone interrupted his line of sight. A woman walked in front of Val, her hips swaying with every step, bright blue flames danced around her neck gently, her hair a matching flame that licked upward. She was a beacon amidst the darkness of the crowd, and she was heading… straight for him.

Quickly Vox straightened his coat, fixed his bowtie, and checked his breath. Surely she was just like everyone else in this club, looking for whatever money and power she could get her grubby little hands on. He could at least have a little fun with it though, use her up and toss her out later. 

They made eye contact and Vox laid on his most charming smile, and then she walked right past him. His grin dropped, what the FUCK did she not realize who he was!? This was not gonna fly. He stood up looking for the little blue flames, she was over by the bar talking to some lowly sinner, who was also ugly, and short, and ugly. 

Vox had to play it cool though, show her what she could have. He walked to the bartender and asked him to get her another of what she was drinking. The bartender set to work and as he handed the woman her drink he pointed down the way at Vox, who plastered another charming smile on his face and gave her a cool two fingered wave. His little blue flame looked at him unimpressed, but waved back. She resumed her conversation with the sinner as if nothing had happened. 

Vox growled. 

He enjoyed a good game of cat and mouse, and he was nothing if not patient. He sat at the bar idly watching until the sinner and her talk, growing more bored by the second. He looked back at the bartender waving his glass, signaling that he wanted another one, a fresh glass was placed in front of him. He looked back over to where his prey sat …and she was gone. He panicked, eyes going wide looking for his little blue flame.

"You know, if you wanted to talk to me all you had to do was ask." She was leaning on the counter on his other side. He jumped, knocking the glass and its contents across the slick surface. 

"Shit." He hissed looking for the napkins or something to clean the mess up. 

"Don't worry, Nen's got it." She waved at the bartender who waved back. "Come on." She took his hand. He couldn't deny, this bitch was bold and it was turning him on. Her voice was silky and watching her ass in that tight black dress was a show. He could tell where she was leading him, one of the "private" rooms in the back of the club. 

Vox was salivating. Maybe this party wasn't so bad. 

His little blue flame produced a key from her cleavage and pushed the door open, beckoning him in. He was thrilled, he'd only been sleeping with Val recently, too lazy and tired to actually pursue someone that really interested him. So to have one fall in his lap felt exhilarating. 

He walked past her, giving her a smirk on the way inside. She followed behind, shutting the door and leaning against it. 

"So what did you want to talk about?" Her silky voice purred, an eyebrow delicately raised. 

He towered over her, placing a clawed hand on either side of her small frame. 

"Oh I think you know." Vox said lowly dipping his screen so it's more level with her head. 

Her small hands started undoing his bowtie, "I'm not sure what you're talking about." She batted her pretty lashes up at him. 

He trailed one clawed hand from her cheek down her neck and rested it on her clavicle. She shivered and he grinned at the effect he had on her. 

"Stop playing games, doll." She had swiftly undone his bowtie and the first couple of buttons on his dress shirt. The feel of her warm hands against his skin made him hiss. 

"I don't play games… doll." She gripped his collar and pulled his screen into a heated kiss. 

Vox gripped her shoulders pulling her closer to him. She moaned at the contact allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth. She groaned feeling the subtle shocks from his tongue and fingers.

"Oh you're spicy." She gasped for breath, undoing the rest of the buttons on his shirt. She ran her hands down his chest and he gasped at the contact. She pulled his shirt off and threw it to the side. 

She pushed him onto the bed and climbed on top, grinding her hips against the ever growing tent in his pants. "You're one to talk." He huffed out, letting out a low groan. 

He bucked his hips into her making her fall forward, hands landing on either side of his screen. He ran his hands up her sides groping at her breasts, squeezing and kneading the tender flesh. 

He swallowed her moan with another fiery kiss.

Lucifer, was she soft.

Small sparks danced across her body as his fingers gripped her body tighter.

"Careful honey, this is an expensive dress." She laughed. 

"I can work around that." Vox said quietly, working his claws down to the delightfully skimpy thong she was wearing underneath. He pressed one claw against her heat and in one swift motion he tore her undertakings to shreds. "Impatient are we?" She asked, grinding her bare wet pussy against his cock. 

"You have no idea." He groaned.

"Show me." She whispered. With that she shimmied down his body and began undoing his pants with deft hands. When his dick finally sprang free, he hissed feeling the cold air hit it. That feeling was quickly replaced with the warm wetness of her mouth. 

Vox could only make a strangled noise as her tongue swirled around his head. He gripped at her ponytail and bucked his hips into her mouth, she gagged, but accepted him. Her hand squeezed his shaft as she bobbed her head around him. His free hand clutched the pillow tightly, he was certain something tore, but he couldn't give a shit about it right now. Not when her mouth felt so damn good.

Too good. 

"Shit, stop." He whipped her head up by the pony, her mouth coming off his cock with a tasty pop. 

She grinned up at him, "had enough?" She licked her lips and he felt himself glitch. God she was hot and she knew it. 

"We're done when I say we're done." He growled pulling her back up to him kissing her and tasting himself on her lips. 

He grabbed her hips and flipped her on to her back. She was beautiful, sprawled out beneath him. Lips glistening, chest heaving, and her little blue flames dancing around the two of them. 

He wrapped his hand around himself, pressing his cock against her wet folds, covering himself in her slick. He tried to keep his breathing even, but fuck was he excited. He couldn't wait any longer. 

Vox pushed himself into her, the moan she let out was so lewd. He could feel the sweat on his back, it was taking all his concentration not to come here and now. Before he had even settled in she started to move, how was she so good? Val could never.

He began to move with her hips, slow languid thrusts, enjoying her tightness and the view in front of him. Her hands trailed up and down his body, nails scratching at the skin. He snapped his hips when she pinched his nipple. 

"Ah- fFf-uck." The smile she wore was sultry, she had him wrapped around her long gray fingers. He snapped his hips again and she moaned. He sped up, he could handle it, besides the way her breasts bounced with every thrust had him mesmerized. 

He continued at the rough pace, she had wrapped her legs around his hips. He was so close, the way she smelled, the alcohol in him, he knew he wasn't going to last.

He wasn't going to finish before her though. He placed his thumb harshly on her clit, she moaned, gripping the sheets. He circled the bundle of nerves until she was gasping, mouth open wide. He took his other hand and pressed into the sides of her throat, she made a choked sound. 

Drool started to trail down from her mouth to his hand. Vox grinned as he continued to fuck her hard. Before he knew it, her back arched and her walls clenched around him sucking his cock into her. 

"Fuck!" She screamed, muscles taught. 

That was his cue, thank Satan, he wasn't sure he could keep going. He pulled out and came onto the floor. Val would pay the bill, whatever, he didn't care.

He fell on the bed next to her panting and sweating. 

Her little flames danced around his head as he looked lazily at them. One of them even flew to turn the room light off. 

Vox stuck his fingers out and a flame dipped in between them. It felt warm, not hot, but just a gentle heat. "What are these things?" 

"Mmm, I'll tell you later." She said quietly, eyes already closed. She snuggled up into his side breathing gently. 

Did he want this? He wasn't sure, but maybe he could pretend to be a normal nobody with a beautiful woman for a night. He dropped his arm around her and slowly powered down. Listening to the crackle of her small flames, and the soft sound of her breathing. He was out before he knew it.

BZZ BZZ

"Fuck!" He reached around for his phone before finding it and throwing it across the room, before placing it back on the bed which had grown cold. He snapped his head up, no one was there. 

Fuck.

He looked around, she was gone. 

Fuck. He pulled his pants up and put his shirt on. Fuck fuck fuck. 

Vox dashed out of the room, it was morning and he was entirely alone. He checked his pockets, his wallet was gone. 

What a fucking idiot. He got conned! Played for a sucker!

He slammed the door open to Valentino's room, "who was she!?" Vox growled darkly. 

Valentino in a robe with a face mask on looked over at Vox uninterested in whatever he was saying. 

"Who was who darling?" 

[sl-newsie]

Spelled (Carlos de Vil x Sanderson Daughter) Ch. 1: Control

“Ouch! No no no- definitely too much moon powder!” I hastily wipe my hands on my dusty skirt as I attempt to put out the purple flames coming out of my cauldron. I’m attempting a healing potion for my cat Twilight, but accidentally misread the spellbook. Mom’s spellbook.

But I’m too late to cover my tracks- I can already hear footsteps approaching outside!

“Magica! What have I told you about practicing magic?” My father yells from the doorway.

Twilight hisses and scrambles out of the kitchen, leaving me to fend for myself.

I cringe and turn around slowly. “Not to?”

My father, a tall buff man wearing a hunter’s cap, stomps into the room. “Yes! What if the Royal Guard was passing by? I don’t want you getting locked away!”

“But I don’t live on the Isle of the Lost, so magic is allowed here!”

“They don’t know-!” He sighs and rubs his head. “Since they don’t know about your mother, it’s best to just keep your magic hidden.”

“But dad, I’m finally getting the hang of this! I think I might write to Fairy Godmother and tell her about my magic-!”

“No!” My father stomps forward and puts a hand on my shoulder. “Magica, you’re my only daughter. If they found out you’re the descendant of a villain they could lock you up. I- I only want what’s best for you, understand? I know you’re proud of this gift and are a very talented witch, but sometimes it’s best to be normal.”

“But- but-!” I can feel my aunt’s temper boiling inside me. “Why should I be different?”

I wrap my cloak around me and storm out into the woods. There’s a secret spot I have near the stream that runs into the Enchanted Lake. It’s a small clearing big enough to practice my magic safely. After I sit down on a boulder I start tearing up, torn between being mad at my father for silencing my magic and being ashamed of being the descendant of an evil witch.

Yup, that’s me. Magica Sanderson, secret daughter of the infamous Sarah Sanderson. From what I’ve gathered, my mother seduced the Evil Queen’s Huntsman so Winifred Sanderson could steal one of her potions. The Huntsman became my father, and when he found out about me he immediately brought me to Snow White’s kingdom to keep me from becoming a VK. But the one thing he couldn’t avoid was the fact that I inherited my Aunt Winnie’s magical talent and my mother’s bewitching looks. I have my mother’s pale fair skin, white-blonde hair, and slim figure. I also inherited my Aunt Winnie’s bright green eyes and Aunt Mary’s love for Cheetos. I can’t help it- I’m a halfblood witch!

Father has tried to suppress my family ties by homeschooling me in our woodland cottage and dressing me in flowy pink dresses just like the goody-two-shoes kids wear at Auradon Prep. When I was old enough to control my powers, father brought me to the Auradon kingdom to meet Prince Ben, son of Beauty and the Beast. Immediately we became inseparable best friends, always causing mischief despite our parents’ disapproval. One time we slipped a hiccup potion into Chad Charming’s drink during a gala social, and spent the next half hour trying not to burst out laughing when he tried hiccuping at Audrey to ask her out! I told Ben about my powers, and he promised to keep it secret. He knows I’m nothing like my mother or aunts, and that I’d never try to hurt anyone.

But even so Ben’s acceptance can’t help fill the gap that separates me from the other kids in the village. I’m still different no matter how hard I try because I don’t have the arrogant, uppity attitude that the other kids have.

Mother, why do I have to be so different? Could I have at least one true friend who won’t disappear?

“Meow?” A voice calls.

I look over and see that Twilight has returned with another black cat- one with recognizable yellow eyes.

I sniff. “Hey, Binx. How’s it been?”

The two felines slink between my legs and rub their noses on my boots.

“Been fine, but from what Twilight’s told me you’re in a bit of a pickle. I know your dad means well, but even I agree that suppressed magic is never a good idea.”

I stop twirling pink sparks on my fingers and give Binx an odd look. “Why?”

Binx glances around nervously. “Well… I’ve heard stories of past maidens that try to bottle up their magic until any sudden breakdown can cause an outburst. Do you remember Elsa of Arendelle?”

The memory of seeing former Queen Elsa’s meltdown on tv runs through my head, and I have to agree that holding back my magic could lead to something worse.

“You’re right, Binx. But I can’t just do some tricks and expect the whole kingdom to be ok with it. I could be sent to Auradon Prep, or worse- the Isle of the Lost! And magic’s forbidden there so I’d be powerless! That and I’d have to live with-” I shutter. “My mom.”

Binx hisses and Twilight swipes a paw against my cheek. “No you won’t. We wouldn’t let that happen, and your father would protect you. I suggest you cool down a bit and then go back to the house.”

I sigh. “I guess so. But how long will I have to hide like this? All my life I’ve followed the rules and been nice, so I’m not wicked… am I?”

“No, no,” Binx assures with a soft voice. “It’s not that, it’s just that normal folks are unsettled by the strange and unusual. It’s like you said, you’ll be sent to Auradon Prep. You don’t want that, do you?”

I gag. “Ugh, no! Ben says all the people there are stuck up and half-witted fools! I would rather eat a toadstool dipped in boysenberry sauce than associate with those idiots!” I stand up and start walking back to the cottage. “Sorry Binx, but right now I better head back to father before supper. I’ll save you some fish!”

[ravingramblings]

Fated Order: Twisted Wonderland

Ch 1: No Rest for the Wicked

    The Remnant Order is underway and you've already solved 2 of the Psuedo-Singularities. After having a debriefing with Mash and Da Vinci, you head to your room to shower and get some well deserved rest. You turn the lights off and climb into your bed, pulling the covers up and getting comfortable. Closing your eyes, you swiftly drift off to sleep, exhausted. 

    In your dreams, you see a mirror. Green flames flicker in the mirror's reflection. An unknown male speaks.

    "Ah, my dear esteemed benefactor… My proud, beautiful flower of evil. You are truly the fairest one of all. O magic mirror, thy wisdom I entreat… Reveal unto me the visage I seek…"

    A black carriage is drawn by horses toward a gate. On the other side stands what seems to be a massive castle with many spires. The full moon illuminates the path ahead. The scene returns to that of the mirror, and the voice speaks once more.

    "You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth… If your heart bids it, take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror."

     The silhouette of a hand takes shape within the mirror, enticing. The image is replaced by that of a vermillion flame.

    "As flame reduces even the stars to ash…"

    A shard of ice appears next.

   "As ice seals away even time itself…"

    Vibrant green energy swirls within the glass.

    "As great trees even swallow the sky…"

The imagery fades to black once more. 

    "Fear not the power of darkness. Now – demonstrate your power."

    A bright light grows, originating from the mirror, until it completely overtakes your vision. Then, nothing but darkness and that mysterious voice.

    "To me. To them. To yourself. The hour grows long and time is scarce. Keep steady your grip, no matter what may come…"

     You're startled out of the dream by the sound of something trying to open a locked door. You open your eyes to complete darkness. Feeling around, you seem to be in an enclosed space. Had you been unconscious in your coffin upon your return from a rayshift? That can't be right, considering there would probably be a lot more commotion had that been the case. So what happened then?

    "I better hurry up and find that uniform before someone spots me…" Somewhat of a nasally, quirky, whiny voice speaks from the other side of the door.

     This is also a voice you've never heard before. Could this be a random staff member you've never spoken to before? Why are they looking for a uniform in your coffin? Why do they fear getting caught?

      "Urggggh… This lid weighs a ton!" 

       Did the coffin door get stuck? You try pushing on it from the inside. 

       "Try this on for size! Mya-ha!" 

        You don't think you like where this is going. Suddenly, blue flames overtake the front of the coffin and you yelp. You kick open the door at the same time it gives way. The first thing that occurs to you is that this is not Chaldea. But that's to focus more on later; more importantly you bat down the bit of flame sparking on your robes, of which you've never seen before. 

        "What?! You ain't supposed to be awake!" You now see that the voice belongs to a gray, cat-like creature with flaming ears and a forked tail. You assume it's a magical beast or something, because last time you checked cats don't look like that, nor do they talk. 

         "What are you? A hellcat?" You squint at the small creature in front of you.

          "How… How DARE YOU! I am no mere CAT! I'm Grim, sorcerer extraordinaire!" 

          "Fou!" Out from your coffin pops none other than Fou. Curious how he always manages to sneak along with you. The small beast scampers onto your shoulder and perches there. 

          "That thing is more of an animal than I am! Tch. Whatever. You… human! Just gimme your uniform, and be quick about it!"

          You cross your arms. "I have a name, you know? And why would I give you the clothes that I'm wearing? They're the only thing I'm wearing and they wouldn't fit you, since they're human sized." Fou makes a sound in what seems to be agreement.

         "Oh-ho! You got a lotta nerve talking back to me, human! The name's Grim. Believe me, you won't forget it! Now gimme your uniform, and be quick about it! Cause if you don't… you're going to regret it!" Blue flames flicker to life again and lick at your legs.

          Jumping back, you yell at him, "Hey! Stop trying to roast me, you little rat! You're gonna set this whole place ablaze!" 

          You start to hear a muffled yelp from another coffin, accompanied by some commotion from inside. Next thing you know, the lid flies open and out jumps your dearest kouhai, Mash. 

         "Senpai, are you in trouble? I'm here to help!" She rushes over to you with a determined look on her face. 

         "Hey, come on! I'm on a tight schedule here!" 

          More fire spews forth from the cat-like beast and Mash maneuvers you both away from its reach, grabbing your hand and making a run for it. You burst through a set of doors and dash down an open corridor. You pass what seem to be classrooms and a perfectly trimmed courtyard. At last you both flee into a library. It's like one you've never seen before, and there are a couple of books literally floating around. You take a second to catch your breath.

          "Hey, Mash? Do you happen to know where we are? Cause I have no clue." 

          As soon as you finish speaking, you feel a flare of heat and Mash pushes you away from it again. Standing there, looking smug, is the hellspawn. 

          "Foolish humans! Did you really think you could slip away from ME? Now, unless you wanna get burned to a crisp, take off those– Me-YEOW! That hurt! What gives?"

         Behind Grim stands a pale man, dressed in a suit, holding the offending whip. He hosts a coat with an impressive blue collar and plenty of dark feathers. On his face is a crow-like mask that covers only the top half of his face. The man has beady gold eyes, pointed ears, and wavy black hair. The black top hat on his head has a blue ribbon around the base, with a decorative mirror, keys, and a feather arranged aesthetically. 

        "Consider it tough love," he starts to scold the gray beast. He then turns to you and Mash. "Ah, I've found you at last. Splendid. I trust you both are some of this year's new students? My, were you ever eager to make your debut." He crosses his arms. "And bringing a poorly trained familiar with you? That is a clear violation of the school's rules."

          His voice rings a bell, but you can't tell why. Also, this does seem to be a school, but not any that you are familiar with. 

          "As if I'd serve some lowly human! Now lemme go!"

          "Yes, yes. Rebellious familiars always say that. Do be quiet for a bit, won't you?" The mysterious man places a hand over Grim's mouth.

          "Mmmrrph!"

          "Yeah, he's not my familiar, I've never even seen his species before today. If anything, Fou here is more like my familiar than that little guy." You shake your head, disagreeing with the man's assumption, before motioning to the small beast still perched on your shoulder. 

          Unfortunately, it seems he completely ignores you. "Dear me. Of all the students I've dealt with, you two are the first with temerity enough to open their own gates and step out of them." 

           You go to speak up, but he continues to scold you.

           "Does the very notion of patience elude you? No matter. Your orientation has already begun. Let us return to the Mirror Chamber."

           "Uhhh, student? I don't recall signing up for school." You look over at Mash and she shrugs back at you. 

          "You awakened in a room full of gates, did you not? All of the students here at the campus arrived by passing through such gates. Although typically the students have restraint enough to wait until I open them before waking up."

          "Yeah, so, that hellcat totally tried to cremate me within mine, so no way I was staying in there. Then Mash heard the commotion and decided to help me not get roasted alive."

          "Yes, I helped my senpai evade the flames and we ended up running down here." She nods resolutely.

          "Fou-fouuu!"

          "You're the one who insisted on bringing it, so curtailing its behavior is your responsibility!" He raises a hand to his chin, "But now is not the time for such prattle. You've a student orientation to attend! Go on, now. Make haste." 

           You deadpan. He's been prattling this entire time. "Well, first of all, where are we exactly?" 

           Mash nods. "Yes, this does not seem to be the Clocktower, nor the Atlas Institute." 

           "Hm? Have neither of you fully regained consciousness? The timespace teleportation must have addled your memories… Well, these things happen, I suppose. I shall explain it to you while we walk. Truly, my magnanimity is boundless."

         With that the man turns and starts to walk back the way you came, Mash and yourself following after him. However, you both follow at a distance, so you can speak to one another without him hearing. 

         "So far, our situation seems pretty bizarre, but that's not too unordinary for us. I think I remember going to sleep in my bed last night, so I have no clue how we got here; I assume that's the same for you. We don't know where 'here' is yet, he didn't seem to recognize the Clocktower, nor the Atlas Institute. We seem to be in more modern times, considering our surroundings, and they know of magic,  however not of some of the most famous modern magic institutions."

          Mash nods and enters her own input, "These uniforms are not any I recognize either, and the magical energy feels different here. It's not quite on the same scale as the Age of Gods, but not quite the same as our modern magic either. We need to see if we can set up a connection with Chaldea, so we can communicate with them."

          "Let's prioritize finding the nearest leyline, if any, and finding out more information on where we are." 

           Mash nods in response to your order, "Yes, Master, orders received!"

           You find yourselves back in the courtyard when the man begins to speak again, "Ahem. This is Night Raven College. It is an institution for students the world over who demonstrate a rare aptitude for magic. It is the most prestigious academy of its sort in all of Twisted Wonderland. And I am Dire Crowley. Having been entrusted with its care by the chairman, I serve as headmage.” 

“Twisted… Wonderland?” You question, your expression scrunching up in confusion. You and Mash share an inquisitive look, then direct your attention back to Crowley. “And you have magic here?”

“Only those who the Dark Mirror perceives as having a talent for magic are admitted to the college. Those who are selected are summoned to the campus through those “gates”, which can appear anywhere. A black carriage bearing one such gate should have come to meet you.”

This elicits a hum from your throat as you bring a hand up to your mouth in contemplation. What he’s describing sounds like the strange dream or vision that lingers in the recesses of your mind. “I recall a dark forest…” You mutter to yourself. Mash looks at you curiously.

“Senpai?”

“That black carriage serves to receive a student chosen by the Dark Mirror. It too bears a gate that connects to this campus. And, as you know, sending a carriage to meet someone on a special day is a time-honored tradition,” Crowley says matter-of-factly. 

“Huh? Time-honored tradition? Where and since when?” You shake your head in confusion. Mash looks at you and shrugs, looking just as lost as you are. 

Grim starts to fuss at this, squirming in Crowley’s grasp. “Mmfff! Mmmmmmfff!”

“Now, let us attend to your orientation,” the headmage ushers you all along, bringing you all back to the mirror chamber. 

As your group enters, you hear voices speaking, the first of which being a boy with hair as red as a rose and eyes a striking silver. “We’re done with orientation and dorm assignments? All right, new students - let me be clear. At Heartslabyul House, I am the law. Break the rules, and it’s off with your head!” 

The next to speak up is a dark-skinned boy with long, brown hair, sharp green eyes, and lion ears that occasionally twitch, proving their authenticity. It’s a bit odd, as you don’t quite know what he is, but he’s certainly not a Servant. He yawns, looking extremely done with everything. “Well, that ceremony was as boring as ever. I’m going back to the dorm. If you’re in Savanaclaw House, follow me.” 

“New students! Allow me to be the first to congratulate you on your achievement,” this comes from a boy with glasses, silvery hair and eyes, and a beauty mark near the bottom corner of his mouth. “As dorm leader of Octavinelle House, I am honored to have the opportunity to support you in what I hope will be a fulfilling campus experience.”

Another voice speaks up to address the group, the owner being a very handsome boy with lilac colored eyes and shiny, blonde hair with purple highlights. “Hey, does anyone know where the headmage went? He disappeared midway through the ceremony…”  He trails off.

Before any from your group can announce your presence, yet another voice chimes in. Though, when you look for the origin, you notice it comes from a floating tablet. “Some headmage he is.” 

“Maybe he had a tummyache?” Another boy with dark skin responds; he has short, white hair and ruby red eyes. 

Crowley finally pipes up, “I most certainly did not!”

“Ah, speak of the devil,” the first boy mutters once more.

Ignoring this, the headmage continues. “If you must know, I was searching for the new students who’d failed to show for orientation. You two are the only ones who have yet to be assigned to a dorm. Step up to the Dark Mirror, and be quick about it. I’ll watch your weasel.” 

Grim growls in response to this.

“Again, not mine, but whatever,” you mutter under your breath as you and Mash step up to the Dark Mirror. 

Mash goes first, gazing deep into the mirror as it sizes her up.

“State your name.” A face that looks more like a mask is present within the mirror, a scowl etched into its features. 

“I am Mash, Mash Kyrielight,” she states, clearly and confidently.

“Mash. The nature of your soul is… unclear to me.”

“What did you just say?” Crowley questions in bewilderment.

“Magic resides in her, this much is true. However, it does not suit this place. The sound of it, its color, and its shape are not any that I’ve bore witness to before. Therefore, no dorm would be appropriate.” 

Everything is silent for a moment, then the headmage gestures for you to take your place in front of the mirror.

“State your name,” the mirror states again.

“Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“Y/F/N. The nature of your soul… is the same, it does not suit this place.”

Silence takes over once more, then Crowley asks, “Are you suggesting that the black carriage went to retrieve two people who are incompatible? But that is absurd! The student selection process has not erred once in its century of existence! How could this have happened?” He brings his hand up to his face curiously.

Grim struggles until he frees himself. “Mmmph! Nnnrgggh… ME! Let ME have this student’s seat!” 

The headmage glares at the small beast, “Not so fast, you hyperactive weasel!”

“Unlike those humans, I totally belong here! So let me be a student here!” Grim crosses his arms with a smirk. “Look, I’ll show you! My spells’re the cat’s meow!”

Almost as if sensing the coming chaos, the red haired boy shouts out in warning, “Everyone, get down!”

With what seems to be his best attempt at a roar, Grim unleashes a burst of blue flames within the room. Mash quickly covers you with her body, materializing into her Servant’s attire and manifesting her shield. 

The boy with red eyes begins to yell. “AHHHHH! HELP! I’m on fire over here!” He frantically hops about, his tail end smoking. You rush over to help pat out the flame. 

“Someone catch that blasted animal before it sets the entire school ablaze!” The headmage shouts out.

The boy with the lion ears sighs, “Ugh. Can I go now, or…?”

“Oh? I thought you fancied yourself a hunter. Go and help yourself to that plump little morsel!” The handsome boy raises a brow with a smirk.

“Too much effort. Do it yourself,” the lion eared boy immediately quips back.

“Allow me to handle this, Headmage Crowley. If none of you are up to the task of catching a small animal, I will accept the responsibility.” Magnanimously, the boy with the glasses offers.

“WTG Azul. Rackin’ up those participation credits,” the tablet sounds off.

The boy with the red eyes looks at you with a bright smile. “Ah! Thank you! You really saved me there!”

“I’m sorry, were my instructions unclear?!” Crowley exclaims, frustrated. 

Entirely uncaring, the green eyed boy responds, “Preeetty sure you can handle catching one mangy weasel all on your lonesome there, headmage.” 

  “How many times do I gotta say it? I’m Grim, spellcaster extraordinaire! I am NOT a weasel!” The offending creature continues to run his mouth, much to all of your chagrin. 

Azul chimes in, “Aren’t you a spunky little fellow? Riddle, would you be so kind…?”

“Furry miscreant. I will abide no rule-breaking. You will be judged by my hand.” 

Riddle and Azul begin to chase after the creature and you turn to look at Mash. “Mash, go and help them. I’ll stay and help out here!”

“Orders received, Master!” And with that, Mash runs off to aid the two mages in subduing the cat beast. 

**I do not own Disney's Twisted Wonderland, Fate: Grand Order, or any of the characters present in either series, all proper rights belong to the proper owners.**

[closetnerd62]

me ! i’m asking for more marbit hocus pocus

admittedly most of the plot would stay the same but here’s my general ideas

after recently moving to salem, two bit mathews is clearly skeptical of the towns local legend, the sanderson sisters, witches from the 1600s who sucked the souls of children in order to stay young

when he is forced to take his little sister out trick or treating he stumbles upon the house of the rich and popular Marcia

upon talking to her, marcia reveals that her family used to help operate the museum based around the sisters and two bit convinces her to take him there to “make a believer out of me”

the legend says that when a virgin lights the black flame candle, the witches will come back and continue their mission of sucking the souls of all of the children of salem

two bit of course, being the skeptic he is and wanting to show off his bravery to marcia, lights the candle when they visiting the museum, bringing the sisters back to life where they find their newest target in two bits little sister

after saving his sister from the sandersons grasp once, a black cat speaks to two bit, revealing himself to be Darrel Curtis, one of the victims of the sisters according to legend

Darrel was turned into an immortal cat when he tried and failed to save his little brother ponyboy from the witches grasp back in the 1600s, he has since vowed to protect and prepare himself for if the sisters ever came back, aiming to finally banish their souls and in turn free his own

Two Bit, Marcia, and Twos sister go about the town trying to find help or a way to rid themselves of the sanderson sisters while the sisters experience their own hijinks in the modern world while trying to track down the kids

at one point the sisters raise the zombie soda pop from the grave, winnifred sanderson had poisoned him after he began to flirt with her sister sarah despite her own crush on him

soda pop searches for the children throughout the town as well, constantly finding himself one step behind

after they thought they had killed the sisters, the kids go back to the mathew’s house to regroup, they end up all falling asleep, two bit and marcia cuddling.

upon waking, marcia and twobit look through the witches spell book to try and find a way to free darry’s soul, learning that a circle of salt can protect someone from the witches and accidentally sending a beacon to the sisters before darry and shut the book.

while looking for salt in the kitchen, twobit and marcia almost share a kiss but are pulled away when they hear a crash in the room where they left two bits sister sleeping

they come back to find that she has been taken by the witches who have also begun to lure all the children of salem back to their house where they can suck theirs souls

after freeing his two bits sister once again, the characters have a final battle in the cemetery where it’s revealed that soda hates the sandersons and tries to protect the kids

right as the witches are about to suck two bits sisters soul, he drinks the potion that allows them to suck souls, forcing them to take him instead

fortunately this all occurs as the sun comes up, as the sisters were only brought back for one halloween night and they failed to suck any souls, they are turned to dust and their souls are banished.

Darrel is freed from his immortality and is seen as a ghost by the kids where he says his goodbyes and is reunited with the little brother he lost so long ago

Two bits relationship with his sister is left far better than how it started and Marcia may not be as far out of his league as he might have thought

some non plot based bonus content

Ice and Jay are bob and paul respectively

I almost made Dally the cat and Johnny the sibling he lost but Binx in the movie seemed more like darry than dally to me but if dally binx is your thing have at it i think it’s also really interesting

if someone wanted to write this fic it even just fucking rewrite the script of the movie with these characters names, you don’t even need to give me inspired credit just please tag me in it so i can read it

[deargravity]

all a cat wants to be is a cat

SUMMARY: Aomine is a committed cat dad, and Akashi is a professional cat petter.

word count: 2,577

cw: none, but maybe 2 swear words

a/n: for @vespersposts and also for myself. what it says on the tin. also cross-posted on ao3 HERE, in case you want to give me kudos and comments.

Every life is subject to its own subliminal shifts. Invisible loves, invisible aches and invisible opportunities that chart a course through destiny. It is normal for the ordinary to not realise their destination until they’re already there, wherever it may be. Aomine could consider himself ordinary in this regard. He does not believe in the invisible. That is why he wagers his life on this sport, why his world starts and ends with the court. That is why almost nothing is of any real concern to him. Almost.

(He’s only come close to believing in fate just once but he may just have been grateful to exist at the same time as the rest of his friends. Nothing more, nothing less.)

Once upon a time – because this is how every palatable, easy-to-tell story starts – he’d been walking home in the evening after the match with Seirin. His eyes stinging from the tears he’d shed in secret on his way back, his heart smarting from the loss but his soul raging like every hungry thing does when it’s found something that can finally satiate its ages-old appetite. 

He was being followed that night and he knew it. 

He stopped and turned around, directing a half-hearted glare down at Meteor, who also stopped in her tracks and stared up at him, tilting her head curiously.

She was a perfectly black Ocicat, with beautiful comet-green eyes that were always wide and searching, and paws she was more than willing to put on anything within her reach. He’d never heard her meow or purr or make a single sound, even when he’d found her with other cats. She was quiet as a shadow, but as real as life. 

Aomine recognised her from the patch of white fur over her nose, shaped distinctly like a flame. She also recognised him, evidently, from the smell. 

He had never been able to shake her off since the first time he’d found her draped over his basketball in the front yard, sleepily swaying back and forth in the sun. He hadn’t shooed her away then either. He’d sat on the ground and watched her. She hadn’t moved for a long time and neither had he.

“Leave me alone,” He told her, not as decisively as he would have hoped. When she held his gaze like that, unerring and determined, he found it difficult to harden himself against her charming, curious gaze. 

He continued walking. She followed after him. 

He turned around and threw out his empty hands to show her. “I don’t have any treats for you.” He lifted his arm. “Also, I stink.” He blinked down at her and she blinked back. “What the hell is wrong with you?” 

She moved forward and flopped, belly-first, across his right shoe. He sighed but he obliged, picking her up in his arms and sitting down on the sidewalk, back against a fence. She stayed in his arms through the next tears that leaked out of his eyes, watching him and then pawing at the small smile that hadn’t left his face since he’d walked off the court. 

She’d left, dissolving into the shadows, but only after his tears had dried. But she always managed to find him again. 

Buzz was another lucky find but the moments leading up to that weren’t so lucky. 

Aomine had just suffered another lecture from his mother about the state of his room. They’d had a fervent back and forth upstairs while in the living room, his father was sinking lower and lower into the sofa with his face obscured behind the upside-down newspaper he clearly wasn’t reading. 

“It was exam season!” Aomine protested as she started hurling all the dirty clothes off the bed out of his room and into his arms. She was tearing up the place. He was so thankful he’d snuck all his magazines into Sakurai’s gym locker already. He couldn’t risk her finding those.

She laughed. “You? Studying? You’re still on the same pen from 6 months ago. Don’t make me laugh.” 

“I’m a teenager and…I need to…uh…handle my own space to deal with…things,” He managed.

His mother slid her slipper off and whacked him across the back of his head. “Those Western TV shows are filling your head with individualist propaganda.”

She loomed over him (which was a feat in itself, because he was a foot taller than her), murder written across her face. “You clean your room by lunchtime, or I’ll cut the TV cables and internet.” 

This was no time to be fucking around. She meant business.

He was already halfway down the corridor with his dirty clothes. The last thing to come hurtling out of his room were his favourite Jordans, catching him square in between his shoulders and making him stumble. 

“And clean those too! They smell like shit!” 

Shoe care was serious for Aomine. He loved every pair of his shoes like his own limbs. When he had to wash them, he did it all by hand.

They deserved better than a no-spin cold water cycle in a washing machine. He brushed, soaked and scrubbed his Jordans, pulling out the laces, tugging back the shoe tongue. He left them out to dry. 

The next day, when he went to retrieve them, Buzz was there. Though he hadn’t gotten that name yet. (Akashi identified him later as a domestic shorthair. Buzz seemed to have no known owner in the neighbourhood though.)

Maybe Aomine’s feet were just that huge, or Buzz was just that small, but he’d fit himself snugly into Aomine’s left shoe, curled up with his face tucked neatly under his small paws, his tiny ribs rising and falling peacefully. 

Aomine gently picked up the shoe, holding it steady with both hands and watched for a while. How these cats kept managing to find him was still a mystery to him.

Meteor had invited some of her own friends just the other day and now, intermittently, his garden would be a lounging spot for strays. His mother enjoyed it though, now that she had someone to feed the fish bones to. 

(She’d smiled happily each time, glowing as she watched the crowd of stray cats jostle each other around to get a bite. “At least someone in the world appreciates my food,” She’d sighed wistfully. Behind her, Aomine and his father had shared a glance and winced in unison.)

“Ma,” Aomine whispered. Why was he whispering? 

No response. She must have been drying clothes in the backyard. Clutching the shoe to his chest, he walked through the house to the back, careful not to jerk around too much. 

“Ma,” He said when he found her. 

She hummed as he walked up to her and held out the shoe for her. As expected, her face lit up. “Aw, one more mouth to feed!” 

Aomine ignored the comment. “I don’t know how they keep finding me.” 

“You smell the strongest in this neighbourhood, clearly,” She responded, pointedly clipping up his damp jersey while she held his gaze. 

Aomine’s cheeks flared with embarrassment as he groaned. “Ma!” 

A mewl brought his attention down to the shoe in his hand. Buzz had woken up and was staring out over the rim of the shoes. He flinched as Aomine’s mother cooed and Aomine reflexively brought his hand up to cradle the tiny head to his chest and glare at his mother.

He didn’t realise he’d done so until a moment later but he was already stroking Buzz’s head as the cat blinked sleepily and curled back into himself. 

“We’re keeping him,” His mother declared. 

They tried multiple times over the months, but whenever they were sure Buzz had gotten comfortable, they’d turn around and he would have disappeared. By the time Aomine grew certain he’d never see him again, Buzz would return, curled up asleep on their doormat. 

Some things weren’t meant to stay. Some things were meant to return, against all odds. 

Out of the three, Ankle knew best how to make an impression. She was also the fussiest and neediest of them all. 

He was introduced to her on the tail end of those sweaty weeknights characteristic of thick, unrelenting summers. He’d been shooting baskets all by himself in their neighbourhood court when he’d been joined by some middle schoolers who lived in the nearby houses and he’d played with them for a while, forfeiting victories to them until he’d gotten bored and thrashed them all in a game with his one-man team. They’d gone back home bitching and crying.

He’d hear about this tomorrow while his father answered the door to a hoard of angry mothers, complaining about it. Again. He’d gone three months without stirring up this kind of trouble. New record. Whatever. 

He was lying on the bench after cooling down, towel thrown over his face as the sun was setting, slipping in and out of that lethargic fog that always clung to him. 

He’d been asleep for all of 3 minutes before he was woken up by a weight landing heavily on his chest. He jerked, almost fell off the bench but steadied himself enough to glare at the intruder. 

Ankle (though her name wasn’t Ankle yet) stared down haughtily at him, and with pride reserved for large wild cats who ran the jungles, she lowered herself onto his stomach, tucking her paws under her body as she got comfortable.

Not again. Whatever. This had become a habit by then. He reached out with his hand to scratch her chin but she turned away, glaring at him from the side of her eyes. 

“What?” He asked, irritably, propping himself up on one elbow to look at her. He reached out again, this time scratching his fingers down from the top of her head to her neck. She turned to look at him, winking lazily. 

He laughed. “You flirt.” 

When he went to stroke her back, she rose to her feet, trembling but before he could delight in her receptiveness, it all went wrong. 

She vomited all over the front of his t-shirt. 

“ARGH! FUCK!” 

While Aomine scrambled to take off his t-shirt, she settled down comfortably in his lap again. Even in his haste, he kept his legs steady for her, and she draped herself comfortably over his knees, heedless to his swearing and whining. 

She was probably a longhair. Aomine could hazard a guess now after Akashi had drilled him in identifying cat breeds through a detailed 80-slide PowerPoint presentation.

(He managed to take her to the vet eventually, at his mom’s willing expense, but nothing had been wrong. Thankfully. After informally being elected by all the cats as their caretaker, Aomine had given up resisting their presence in his life. On the way back from the vet, he’d lifted Ankle, looked her in the eye, fighting a smile as he said, “Don’t ever break anyone else’s heart like that again. I’m letting it slide this once.”) 

Ankle lingered. That set her apart from the other two. 

She didn’t stay, exactly, but she made her presence known even when she wasn’t there.

She’d scratched up his basketball once when he’d forgotten to bring it back in after dribbling practice. He’d never been able to scrub out the vomit smell from his t-shirt but when he left it out to dry, he’d find it on the ground wrapped neatly around her as she lounged in the sun. She’d leave her cat hairs all over his bicycle seat. 

She also kept bringing back dead, chewed-up mice. He’d found a hairball in his shoe once. His mother wasn’t so pleased but Aomine found didn’t mind cleaning up after Ankle. (He still somehow never managed to harness this same spirit for his own room.)

Ankle lingered.

She made a mess. She screamed to get his attention. She seemed to know he was near before he’d even made himself visible to her. She’d gotten really chatty over the months he knew her. If she didn’t like the food he left out for her, she’d flip the plate and scream. If he turned away from her even for a moment while he was petting her, she’d scream. 

Then, she’d randomly disappear for a week without warning. 

Aomine was well-practiced by now. He knew she’d return. She always did. 

There were 4 cats in his yard that day.  

Meteor, Buzz and Ankle had all convened in the yard on the fateful day that Aomine had invited Akashi over for lunch and promptly after the meal, Akashi had joined in lounging with the cats.

He’d had to change into Aomine’s clothes because the cats had spent a large part of the afternoon avoiding him, and he’d noted this with such a dejected look in his eyes that Aomine had offered. 

“It’s that expensive cologne you always use. Their noses are really sensitive so even if you haven’t reapplied, they’ll smell it,” Aomine had said, “You can grab a change of clothes from my room. Hopefully, they’ll feel a little better.”

He’d been right, though it had taken another hour of waiting and pspsps-ing from Akashi before Ankle crawled into his lap and got comfortable. 

She didn’t complain. She didn’t scream. She even let Akashi scratch her chin, which she’d never let Aomine do. Aomine tried not to feel jealous. 

Meteor had draped herself around Aomine’s neck like a neck pillow and he’d been careful to keep her steady on his shoulders. She purred, fierce as an engine, right next to his ear.

He scratched her behind the ear. Well, it was okay. He had her. Besides, both of Akashi’s hands were occupied trying to scratch Ankle’s chin and rub Buzz’s belly. Aomine could give Meteor all his attention. 

“They’re lovely,” Akashi whispered, reverently, lowering himself onto his belly and burying his face in Ankle’s furry ribs, his other hand still scratching the top of Buzz’s head. His free hand extended in Aomine’s direction as he said in a muffled voice, “Come. I freed up this hand for her.” 

Aomine had never seen his friend this happy. Akashi was a picture of bliss. Even in all the years Aomine had known him, he’d always had to search for Akashi’s intentions within his unwavering, incisive gaze. Even then, he was afraid he’d brush up gently against his friend and accidentally cut himself. He’d been so wrong. 

Steel façade or not, Akashi was easy to melt. 

Meteor, as if understanding his request, jumped down from Aomine’s shoulder and crawled up against Akashi’s waiting hand. Akashi’s whole body sagged with a delighted sigh. It struck Aomine that he should take a picture but he relented.

This moment felt private, it felt sacred, and Aomine wanted to be the only to ever have seen it like this. His 3 favourite kids and his best friend existing at the same time, within the same space. Nothing could be more beautiful. 

He could almost believe in fate after all. 

“What are their names?” Akashi asked, looking up from Ankle, cat hairs snagged on his fringe and eyebrows. 

Aomine nodded in Buzz’s direction. “That one’s Buzz.” 

Akashi smiled knowingly. “Like Buzz Lightyear?”

Aomine scoffed. “No, I’m not a nerd. Like Buzzer Beater. That one there –”

Akashi’s smile twitched, his brow furrowed. “I beg your pardon?”

Aomine scratched his ear self-consciously. “That one there is Buzzer Beater. That one – Ankle Breaker. And Meteor Jam. Buzz, Ankle and Meteor, for short.” 

Silence. 

“Oh, absolutely not.” 

[pegasus-624]

Carmen Sandiego Mythical Creatures AU????

Had this idea for a while, based on monster falls

but I can’t draw so I’m going to talk about my ideas instead.

I am going to write little oneshots for them.

Also spoilers ahead

Carmen

Carmen I wanted to have a tie to Dexter Wolfe, While also keeping the black sheep energy. My friend suggested werewolf Carmen but I decided to do weredog, which is a completely different species. I imagine something a bit fluffy wolflike and black for the breed of dog that Carmen becomes, I’m picturing something like Siruis Black in a sense. I imagine like at the beginning of the series it’s like “she’s a werewolf” and then a bit later, she is revealed to be a weredog.

Player

Player is a Tanuki, a japaneese raccoon dog. In mytholgy, they are Shapeshifting and Michievious and A tanuki fits Player very well. Also I think he just gives raccoon energy. I can’t explain it. Also I imagine a raccoon with headphones for him.

Zack and Ivy

The Boston twins are both rabbit like creatures. I didn’t want them to be exactly the same so I went with Zack being A jackalope and Ivy being a wolpertinger, Kinda like a rabbit with antlers and wings and sometimes other random animal features. Most of the reason I wanted Zack to be a Jackalope was so Ivy can call him Zack-alope. But also I headcanon that Ivy is afraid of heights and rarely flies.

Chase Devineaux

Chase is a centuar. It just makes sense in my head.

Julia Argent

Julia is a fairy, specifically a fae. It also makes sense in my head. Also a fun bit I picture is “I never got your name” “I know better than to trust a fae with my name”

Cheif

Cheif is part Will o’ Wisp, Kinda like the ones in brave. I kinda wanted something that would be able to like appear and travel between places, Like how Chief mostly appears as a hologram. Also fitting that they’re usually seem as blue flames like Chief’s hologram version.

Coach Brunt

Coach Brunt is a minotaur. Very obvious. Strong and gets angry easily.

Professor Maelstrom

Malestrom is a dragon. Very scary and a very powerful creature. But This dragon is a very petty dragon.

Dr. Bellum

Bellum is a Alicanto. A mythical bird with golden feathers. She gives bird and crow energy, so thats where I was going with

Countess Cleo

Cleo is a gorgon, like Medusa. I originally wanted her to be a sphinx because egypt but I decided against it because mythical beings connecting with countries is challenging.

Shadowsan

Shadowsan is a vampire. Jackie suggested it and I’m going with it. Also turning into a bat seems like a very ninja thing to do.

Tigress

Tigress is a spinx. Again, wanted something cat like like her codename. Honestly I also imagine her to have a gazillion riddles

El Topo and Le Chevre

El topo was hard because there were not that many creatures that were known for tunneling, But I found a creature called an afanac, which was kinda like a crocodile mixed with a beaver so I was like “close enough.” Le Chevre is a Satyr. Very Clear. Half goat, probably good climbers.

Paper Star

Paper Star is a kitsune. I think their paranormal abilities would fit well with the chaos that is Paper Star.

Crackle

Crackle is a raiju. They are known for having electric powers so I though that would fit, knowing that Crackle is an electrician and uses the Crackle tod when he’s a vile operative

Mime Bomb

In becoming Carmen Sandiego, Carmen realizes that Mime Bomb was VILE’s spy. (Also in who in the world, Mime bomb was the “eyes and ears” in a mock caper so there is that) so I figured a shapeshifter who can be anyone or anything would be fitting for him, but he usually appears human.

Cleaners

I think a Cerberus-like 2 headed dog fits the cleaners very well. I don’t really have that much to say about it.

[liaromancewriter]

The Haunting of Edenbrook

Premise: It’s All Hallow’s Eve, and something wicked lingers in the air of Edenbrook Hospital’s hallowed halls.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine); feat. Bryce Lahela, Jackie Varma Rating/Category: Teen. Fluff Words: 1,400

A/N: Submission for @choicesprompts Flufftober prompt "Embarrassing Secret Revealed" and @choicesholidays Halloween. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 56, prompt 3.

The October sky raged, dark and churning, echoing the turmoil of a sea in a tempest. Every once in a while, the skies erupted, and a brilliant streak of lightning would illuminate the city. It was a night made for things that went bump in the night.

Witches and ghosts roamed free in the dark shadows, floating above the cobblestone streets of Boston that glistened in the pale. As the clock neared midnight, church bells tolled in eerie harmony, their rhythmic clanging calling all the lost souls home.

Thunder rattled the windows of Edenbrook Hospital’s cafeteria, and a fleeting glow of a lightning bolt forked across the horizon. For a split second, Cassie Valentine thought she saw something streak across the black sky, but she blinked, and it was gone.

She glanced warily at the storm raging outside and wondered if the Emergency Department would be calling for reinforcements. She hoped people had the good sense to stay inside on a night like this.

But it was Halloween, and Boston was a college town. College students weren’t exactly known for playing it safe, she thought with a heavy sigh.

The overhead lights in the cafeteria flickered, and she hoped the hospital wouldn’t lose power.

“You know hospitals have backup generators, right?” Jackie Varma mocked, and Cassie realized she’d spoken the words out loud. “Why so antsy, Valentine?”

She ignored her roommate’s jibe and looked away from the stormy scene outside. “I hate working nights.”

“Welcome to the intern life,” Bryce Lahela called out. He plopped down on the seat across from her and handed her a pudding cup. “Scared of the dark?”

The surgical intern was part of her friend group, so she didn’t mind his glib attitude, just like she was getting used to Jackie’s occasional surliness and cutting remarks.

“Of course not,” Cassie huffed, but Bryce smirked, clearly not believing her.

In the dim light, Bryce leaned in and whispered, “Haven’t you heard? Once upon a time, in between the world wars, Edenbrook used to be a mental hospital. They housed the most dangerous patients on the tenth floor, where the path lab is now.”

He slowly licked his spoon. “They say it’s haunted. Years ago, on a night much like this one, with a storm raging across the harbor, a fire broke out. In their hurry to escape the raging flames, the staff forget about those locked in padded cells above.”

Bryce paused dramatically, his gaze turning inward as he stared at the darkness beyond. Jackie snickered, but Cassie felt dread rising at what was to come.

“The legend goes that nurses hear phantom footsteps in the hallways and icy chills grip rooms,” his voice dropped further, and Cassie leaned forward, her forehead almost touching his. “On All Hallow’s Eve, at midnight, you can hear their sorrowful wails echoing, searching endlessly for a way out.”

Thunder clapped outside, and Cassie jumped in her seat, a shriek escaping her lips. Bryce burst into laughter.

“You should’ve seen your face, Valentine,” Jackie chuckled, giving Bryce a high-five. “Who knew you were such a scaredy cat?”

Sick of being made fun of, Cassie grabbed her tray, pushed back her chair and stalked off, Bryce and Jackie’s laughter echoing behind her.

She started for the staircase, but the creepy feeling from Bryce’s ghostly tale still lingered, and she detoured instead toward the elevator bank. The hallways were quiet this time of night, and she hunched her shoulders as she waited.

Sensing something behind her, she glanced over her shoulder, only to relax when it was clear. But the feeling lingered, and she quickly jumped inside when the doors slid open.

“Dammit!” She noticed the elevator was heading up instead of down. “Great,” she muttered, watching the numbers change as she leaned against the cold, steel wall.

When the elevator slowed its ascent after the ninth floor, her dread returned.

“Please don’t stop at ten. Please don’t stop ten,” Cassie prayed, even as the car stopped and the doors slid open, inch by slow inch.

Cassie almost screamed at the sight of a tall figure standing in the shadowed hallway. And then he stepped forward into the light, and she slumped in relief.

“H-hi, Dr. Ramsey,” she said, her voice strangled by the thought of phantoms roaming the dim hallways stretching behind him.

No wonder Dr. Wen, the chief of pathology, was always jumpy. She would be, too, if she had to work on this floor every day.

Ethan Ramsey nodded in acknowledgment but didn’t step into the elevator. Instead, he quirked one eyebrow. “In or out, Valentine? I haven’t got all night.”

Cassie realized he was waiting for her to exit. “I’m not getting off,” she said, “I got on the wrong elevator by accident.”

He mumbled something about interns under his breath and crossed the threshold before the doors slid shut. Pressing the button for his floor, he looked back expectantly at her.

“Four,” she sputtered, gripping the railing behind her.

Cassie didn’t realize she’d been holding her breath until the doors slammed shut.

“How come you’re here so late?” she asked as the elevator began its descent.

“Gee, Valentine, I had no idea I reported to you now,” he said, sarcasm dripping from each word.

That shut her up, and she went back to staring at the numbers above the door.

Ethan’s cologne filled her senses. The subtle scent reminded her of summer nights after a rainstorm washed the world clean. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, and she felt a spark of electricity crackle in the air. It was always thus when he was near.

She wondered if she’d ever get over this ridiculous crush. She was competing for a spot on his team, and whatever this…thing was between them couldn’t go anywhere.

There was no denying Ethan Ramsey had sex appeal oozing from his pores. She was likely just horny, Cassie reasoned. Maybe she should give the dating apps another try. If she scratched that itch, she could stop fantasizing about the man who held the fate of her career in his beautiful, long-fingered hands.

Cassie felt his gaze upon her and slid her eyes sideways. There was something indescribable in his blue eyes as he watched her. Her brows furrowed as she tried to decipher it, but his face became inscrutable when he caught her spying.

“You seem jumpier than usual,” he commented as an uncomfortable silence stretched between them.

“I’m just not a fan of that floor,” Cassie mumbled.

“And?” he prompted when she didn’t say anything more.

“I guess I hadn’t heard about Edenbrook’s past before, and it spooked me,” she shrugged.

“What on earth are you talking about, Rookie?” Ethan said, brows beetling in confusion.

“You know, the fire when the hospital was a mental asylum, the patients that died,” Cassie explained. “On the tenth floor?”

Ethan stared at her as if she’d grown two horns, and then his face cleared. His laughter boomed in the air, and Cassie realized it was very much at her expense.

“And when exactly did this gruesome incident occur?” he asked as the elevator stopped at his floor.

“Bryce said it was sometime in the nineteen thirties,” Cassie said, wondering why Ethan didn’t know this.

“Edenbrook was founded in the late nineteen sixties as a teaching hospital, and only a teaching hospital,” Ethan emphasized the latter. He stepped off the elevator and turned to face her. “In case you missed the plaque hanging on a wall in the atrium.”

“Oh,” Cassie said, embarrassed beyond belief. Now that he mentioned it, she had seen the sign in her first week and even remarked on it with Sienna and Elijah.

“I’m afraid I may have made a mistake with you,” Ethan drawled, deceptively calm, placing his hands on the sensors to stop the doors from closing. “Gullible residents have no place on my team.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie muttered, a flush spreading up her neck. “I’ll do better.”

“See that you do, Dr. Valentine,” Ethan shook his head in exasperation and released the doors.

The last thing Cassie saw before the elevator doors closed was Ethan chuckling as he walked away. She inhaled deeply, her nostrils flaring as his lingering scent filled her senses, and she sighed wistfully.

Crushing on Ethan Ramsey was a recipe for disaster. The man was trouble with a capital T.

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