#and on the other side: the horror of realizing that you aren't that special other people can hurt the same way

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

...maybe the reason so many "Tim gets buried alive" fics exist is because of exactly what I keep saying, there's more similarities between him and Jason than there are differences, they hurt a lot of the same ways and love the same, too, and when you really hone in on that, whatever story is being written begins to look a little like poetry, destiny or a tapestry shown in funhouse mirrors

[dc-and-arfrona]

Yogurt goes Yum

Nightwing x GN!Reader

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1k+

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Summary: Meet Cute of this list! 

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You were in a hurry, trying to balance your groceries while searching for your keys to unlock the front door. Frustrated, you fumbled with the items in your arms, and just as you managed to free one hand, disaster struck. In your haste, you accidentally knocked over a container of yogurt, sending a creamy white splatter flying through the air.

Time seemed to slow down as the yogurt projectile sailed through the air, and you watched in horror as it aimed directly at a mysterious figure standing a few feet away. You barely had time to react before the gooey mess hit its target, splattering all over their chest and face.

"Oh my gosh! I am so sorry!" you exclaimed, mortified by your clumsiness.

The figure wiped the yogurt off their face, revealing a pair of dazzling blue eyes and a warm, amused smile. It was none other than Nightwing himself. You couldn't help but blush, your heart pounding in your chest.

"No worries," Nightwing replied, his voice smooth and comforting. "I've had worse thrown at me."

You gulped, trying to gather your wits. "I didn't mean to... I mean, I wasn't aiming for you. It was an accident, I swear!"

Nightwing chuckled, his laughter soothing your frazzled nerves. "I believe you. Yogurt attacks aren't usually part of Gotham's crime spree."

You managed a weak smile, grateful for his understanding. "Well, that's a relief. I was worried I had just committed yogurt-based assault."

He tilted his head, studying you with curiosity. "So, are you always this graceful with your groceries?"

You couldn't help but laugh at his gentle teasing. "Only on special occasions. You know, when I feel like making a lasting impression."

Nightwing's eyes sparkled with amusement. "Well, you've certainly made an impression today."

Feeling a bit bolder, you extended your hand toward him. "I'm [Y/N]. It's nice to meet you, Nightwing, even under these...unique circumstances."

Nightwing took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "The pleasure is all mine, [Y/N]. I'm always up for an adventure, even if it involves unexpected yogurt showers."

As you both stood there, the awkwardness of the situation melted away, replaced by an easy camaraderie. Nightwing offered to help you clean up the mess, and you accepted gratefully, grateful for his kindness and understanding.

As the two of you worked side by side, wiping away the remnants of your yogurt fiasco, conversations flowed effortlessly. You discovered shared interests, laughed at each other's jokes, and found comfort in each other's company. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring you together through the most unlikely circumstances.

By the time you finished cleaning up, you realized that you didn't want the encounter to end. Nightwing seemed to feel the same way, his eyes lingering on you just a little longer than necessary.

"Would you be interested in continuing this conversation over coffee?" Nightwing asked, his voice tinged with hope.

You grinned, feeling a rush of excitement. "I'd love to. Just promise me there won't be any more yogurt mishaps."

Nightwing laughed, the sound music to your ears. "I'll do my best to keep the dairy-related accidents to a minimum."

And just like that, a chance yogurt encounter had blossomed into something more. As you walked together towards a nearby coffee shop, you couldn't help but feel that destiny had played a hand in bringing you together. Who knew that a little splash of yogurt could lead to such a delightful connection with the one and only Nightwing?

As you and Nightwing entered the cozy coffee shop, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped you. Finding a quiet corner table, you settled in, continuing your conversation as if you had known each other for years. The initial embarrassment from the yogurt incident had completely dissipated, replaced by a growing sense of comfort and excitement.

As you shared stories and laughter over steaming cups of coffee, you discovered a deep connection, realizing that you both had more in common than you could have imagined. Nightwing opened up about his life as a vigilante, recounting thrilling encounters and heart-pounding adventures. You, in turn, shared your own passions and aspirations, finding solace in his attentive listening and genuine interest.

Time seemed to fly by as the hours melted away. Eventually, the coffee shop closed for the night, and you reluctantly bid farewell, but not before exchanging contact information. From that moment on, your connection continued to grow.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. You and Nightwing found yourselves inseparable, whether it was patrolling the streets of Gotham together or simply spending quiet evenings at home, lost in each other's company. Your relationship blossomed, built on a foundation of trust, understanding, and a shared desire to make the world a better place.

Nightwing's presence brought a newfound sense of security and support to your life. You were in awe of his unwavering determination to protect Gotham and its citizens, and you stood by his side, offering unwavering support as he battled against the darkness that plagued the city.

But it wasn't just the superhero aspect of his life that captivated you. Behind the mask, you discovered a compassionate, kind-hearted individual who treated you with utmost respect and tenderness. Nightwing cherished every moment spent together, and his gestures of affection made you feel like the luckiest person alive.

The bond between you grew stronger with each passing day, and eventually, Nightwing revealed his true identity as Dick Grayson, a man who had overcome his own personal struggles to become the hero he was today. It was a moment of vulnerability and trust that deepened your connection even further.

Together, you faced challenges, both as individuals and as a couple, but with Nightwing by your side, you felt invincible. The city's trials and tribulations only served to reinforce your dedication to each other, solidifying your partnership in crime-fighting and in life.

As time went on, the yogurt incident became a cherished memory, a quirky tale to recount whenever someone asked how you met. It served as a reminder that sometimes, unexpected accidents could lead to the most extraordinary and life-changing experiences.

And so, your journey continued, with Nightwing by your side, fighting against the forces of evil while cherishing the love and connection you had found in the most unconventional way.

[theoceanoasis]

Hi

Can we please get part two of hot rod pushing out his sparkling alone and waking up to drift and ratchet coming inside

Those two love struck idiots don’t miss a beat scolding hot rod while kissing him and gently hugging him. Definitely crying when they do this.

Turns out only one sparkling was ready to be born which is why he was struggling to get them out. The other is still in his tanks growing and will need a lot longer before they can emerge.

Both sparklings have all three of their cna and ratchet and drift don’t let hot rod out of their sight

Deadlock and Ratchet pushed their way inside and immediately began scolding him. He shifted in discomfort pulling his sparkling closer. He knew he was too weak to fight them but he would do anything to protect his bitty.

Ratchet noticing huffed and stopped chewing him out instead looking annoyed.

"Calm down we're not going to hurt you or your sparkling. You've already done enough damage to yourself. I can't believe you would even think about cutting yourself open to retrieve your sparkling."

He shrugged looking down at his sparkling. Who looked adorable and he smiled slightly already loving them more than he thought possible.

"At least I got him out."

"You got one of the twins out."

His energon froze and he stared at Ratchet in horror.

"What?"

He began to sob which woke his sparkling up. Causing him to cry as well.

"Are they...?"

"Alive. They weren't ready yet and will need more time. Especially after the stupid stunt you pulled."

His sparkling continued crying and Deadlock reached for it. He weakly growled at him and took care of his sparkling instead.

"Shh it's okay. You're safe."

He soothed, nuzzling his sparkling. Ignoring the way his hands shook after Ratchets news made him think he'd lost one of his sparklings.

He could feel Deadlock and Ratchet staring at him and he knew they had a lot to say.

"Before you even try and deny it, it's obvious the sparkling is ours."

Ratchet crossed his arms and Deadlock put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Realizing Hot Rod was not well and likely suffering from post emergence depression.

"We want to know why you left. It's dangerous out there."

He ignored them. Continuing to pay attention to his sparkling. Who had all three of their features. Not that he cared. They were his.

"I don't know why you came after me but you can leave and if you think you're taking my sparkling I'll kill you both."

He glared and Ratchet tried to get him to calm down.

"We're not going to take your sparkling from you. I know your hormones are all over the place but we aren't a threat."

Deadlock nodded having stayed mostly silent until now.

"It's going to be okay. We found you just in time and we're going to take care of you."

"What? Why would you do that?"

He gave them both a confused look. Because he didn't mean anything to them. He was simply stress relief to them.

"Because we love you."

He gave him a shocked look and shook his head.

"That's not true. This has to be some kind of trap. You're lying."

"We're not. I promise."

"Why would you want me?"

"Because you're special to us. We love hanging out with you and we want to be with you."

Ratchet took his hand giving him a worried look as he checked the monitors.

"Get some rest okay. We'll be here the entire time watching over you."

He watched them walk away and felt tears fall as he suddenly didn't want to be alone. He called for them desperately and they immediately answered. Both rushed to his side and soothed him as he cried.

He begged them to stay with him and they both agreed. Climbing into bed they cuddled against him and rubbed his aching spoiler and body.

"You're safe Hot Rod. Just let us take care of you."

He nodded quickly falling asleep pressed against them. With his sparkling in his arms sleeping peacefully.

The two stayed by his side promising not to let him go. They weren't going to let him out of his sight both of them worried about him taking off again and getting hurt.

[jellycreamjammedart]

Lost and Found (Super)Stars

PT. 6 (index/parts) (Tag: desktop/mobile)

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FNAF Security Breach Ruin, post-"betrayal" elevator ending

hurt/comfort, Found Family, something I like to call "Hopeful Horror"

Summary: Having had her kindness stomped on then spat back at her, betrayed by who she thought was her friend, and now stuck at the ruined remains of Freddy Fazbear's Mega PizzaPlex, Cassie tries to find the slightest bit of meaning and worth in all of this.

It's such a shame that the pretty makeup Roxanne had done on her wound up all smudged, but Cassie couldn't help but cry it down her cheeks. It's just so painful to see the party room she was supposed to celebrate such a special milestone so... empty and deserted. Do... do people just not care? Why is it so hard for her to have friends who aren't robots? Sure, there's this boy who popped up, though she couldn't help but wonder if he was just there out of pity, he wasn't one of her friends after all, she doesn't know this boy, or perhaps he was simply looking for friends himself. Either way, he got out of his way to offer a tissue. Which quickly got stained with tears, black and purple. Now it had to be used to make sure all of her makeup was off her face, or as much of it as possible, with how ruined it was.

"Cassie? Cassie." The girl looked up to see Roxy at the doorway, the pretty wolf having had excused herself off a couple minutes ago to get or do something-- she appears to be back with something or someone at the door, but she couldn't see it from there. "I know your party hasn't gone the way it was supposed to, but, it doesn't need to end like this. It's not going to end like this! So I went and asked for a little help to prepare you a little surprise!" She announces cheerfully, no doubt trying to lift Cassie's spirits.

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Cassie's eyelids just hardly squinted open, her vision very blurry and dark at the edges. She couldn't really hear anything at first, everything seemed muffled and super far away. It took her several moments to even register she was lying down on a hard surface, on her side. The floor maybe? She felt dizzy and hazy.

Slowly her senses began to clear up. Most of the muffled sounds around her turned out to be like... creaking metal? Her sight took a moment longer to become clearer again, and when it did, the first thing she could truly see was a menacing clawed endoskeleton hand propped on the floor basically next to her head. Lastly but not least, when her latest memories returned back to her, she realized whose hand that was... and that sure did jolt her awake, alright.

She has a gasp die down in her throat and a pit form in her stomach, once she looked up and saw the headless, twisted body of Glamrock Freddy over above her, with only a few inches space between them. He appears to be propped on his hand and one knee with a lot of strain, given the rather loud sound of whirring and grinding from his inner mechanisms. His form quivered and trembled, struggling to remain in position, and it's no wonder; Onto his back and somewhat held up with his other arm, was a large pile of debris which appeared very heavy, and the source of the sounds of creaking metal.

The headless Glamrock Freddy was the single one thing between that pile and Cassie, using himself to shield her from being buried and crushed under the mountain of rubble.

Hadn't it been for him, she could be dead right now.

However, given their current situation, the Prototype was rather out of options on what else to do, as nearly all of his effort was currently going with making sure they don't get crushed. Cassie was still pretty dazed, and her head ached somewhat.

It appears that upon trying to free the Prototype from under that pile, she caused a good deal of it to collapse on them, the physical effort resulting in such a nasty dizzy spell that she blacked out, but had loosened the gap just enough for the Prototype to free himself, just in time for him to shield her from the collapsing junk.

Some of it all fell off around them, lifting a curtain of thick dust and debris particles, making it hard for Cassie to breathe without coughing, or to look out without getting dust in her eyes.

As strong as the Prototype Glamrock Freddy is, it's unlikely he can hold himself up for long with how much strain he was putting. But he could not move while Cassie was under him, nor could he attempt moving her without high risk of him losing to the pile he was trying to keep off her. Cassie began to stir, still rather dazed, but at least seemed aware that she had to move, she just wasn't with a clear mind to actually do it. Maybe if she had something to focus on.

"Cassie! Cassie, where are you!?"

That... was Roxy's voice. The wolf sounded far away, but within Fazerblast. "Cassie! Say something! Shout something if you can hear me!"

Cassie winces, shutting her eyes trying to ease the dizzyness. She coughs before attempting to respond. "R- Roxy! Roxy!!" Her voice sounds hoarse, her throat feels dry.

"I can hear you!" Roxy shouted back. "Keep going, Champion! I'll try to reach you!" It seems that Roxy plans to locate Cassie by sound, which wasn't a bad idea, especially with her acute hearing that even after all the shattering it still serves her well.

"Roxy!!" Cassie shouts back. "I'm h- here!!"

"You sound closer!!" Roxy's voice answered right back, the sound of heavy pacing following, indicating she was within the ruined maze. "I think I'm almost there!"

Cassie coughed. Her throat felt scratchy, her little lungs burned. But she still tries one more time. "O- over here, Roxy!!"

This time Roxy doesn't say anything, likely strictly focused on following the direction of the girl's voice. The pacing was louder, suggesting she was much closer to Cassie and Prototype Freddy's location.

Eventually the faceless wolf marches into view, her ears twitching rapidly for sounds. "Cassie!" Her pace hastens towards the other two. "There you are!" Roxy crouches down to grab Cassie's hands and drag her out from under the Prototype, then lift her up to her feet, metal hands by her shoulders.

With the girl moved, the Prototype puts one last effort to get himself out from under the pile, causing it to rock with loud creaking and crumbling. With how unstable the rubble was during that, he rushes and tackles the other two, sort of sandwiching Cassie between both robots and using his larger body to secure them from loose junk that could possibly strike them.

It takes both the Prototype and Roxy several moments to move again, once they were more certain nothing would fall on them, standing up once again. Cassie is thankful for that; the two almost squeezed her into a meat pretzel sandwich.

Roxy and Prototype Freddy just stare at one another (sort of, neither can actually stare in their current states,) before the wolf picks Cassie up. "Let's get you out of here, Champion. This attraction's become even more hazardous." She looks out ahead. "Which way now?" Without her eyes, and the fact this wasn't her attraction to begin with, not to mention the ruins, Roxy can't really point out the exit.

But someone else can.

Prototype Freddy emits an electronic grinding noise from within himself, decidedly stepping away into a direction. There's not much else for Roxy to do but to follow him, keeping Cassie in her arms.

"Of course I already knew that was the way." The wolf says, despite having expressed doubt not long ago; it seems a little bit of her pride was still there. Prototype Freddy just emits a garbled grumble in response; even without a head or an actual voice, he succeeded in sounding unimpressed right now. He has a hand held out in front of him as he walked ahead, Roxy following behind with Cassie. At some point, the Prototype punches a broken down toy ride out of their way since it was blocking the pathway; Cassie had no problem with it when she first got into Fazerblast because the mask let her pass through that obstacle. But right now, it seems she's relying heavily on the robots... why was Helpi (and M.X.E.S,) so quiet?

With the headless Freddy's guidance leading the way, they made it out of the attraction's main area and into a passageway around it, which took them to the beat down Winner's Lounge.

As dilapidated and kind of crammed as that room was, it was an okay space for a break. Cassie certainly needed one. Roxy laid her down on one of the couches the room still had, on her side (because of the backpack.) The girl still felt somewhat dizzy, and her throat still feels hoarse. "Roxy...?"

"Take a moment to breathe, Champion." Roxy reasoned, standing up over the couch. "We will wait right here until you're ready to go."

The headless Freddy, who stood next to Roxy, emmitted out strings of odd sounds, with whirring and garbled rumbling as if trying to talk, his jagged chest hatch lids twitching. Cassie squinted her eyes lightly as she glanced up at him from where she laid, his string of noises repeating. The first part of it sounded close to "SORRY" with the tone and cadence he was trying to convey through his jarring voiceless sounds, but the second part was still tough to make out.

It takes Prototype Freddy a couple repeats until Cassie finally realizes what he was attempting to tell her, her brows raising.

He was trying to call her "SUPERSTAR".

To Be Continued...

[reashot]

So I'm currently working on 3 projects at once. In preparation for my eventual 300 subs special. (Don't forget to subs y'all).

# 1 is my conclusion to Jaune Arc's children fic which already 2/3rd done. And can be released this week. (Next week if I'm feeling kinda lazy.)

# 2. I'm currently writing on the 1st chapter 10k words of "Jaune's Big Dick Adventure" Don't let the name fool you... It's about a whale actually (A Whale Grimm). It will deals with topics about loss, revenge and forgiveness by telling it through the story of Moby Dick. It serves as a sequel to Ice Queendom and the video game RWBY Grimm Eclipse. I will post only the 1st chapter & if it gets more likes I will continue the story until it's complete. I already have the rough outline for about 30 chapters worth of story. (And yes the title is a reference to Jojo Bizarre Adventure.)

#3 Is more of a hobby fic that I got way too absorbed in. I'll post it in Ao3 maybe sometimes in the future. Or maybe not.

Oh and to make sure you're not cheated I'm including this little RWBY horror fic & I'm also thinking about adding this little gem to my ever expanding RWBYEU.

I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream. RWBY version.

Jaune cannot believe his eyes when he wakes up in what seems to be a paradise. He almost wants to believe that AM is giving him this place as a reward after what feels like centuries of torture inside this hellish nightmare he and others has found himselves in. No he desperately wants to believe in it. That maybe AM has gone tired of torturing him. And that maybe AM is satisfied after breaking him, tearing him apart and putting him back together. Only to repeat the process over and over again. He wants it to stop. He wants it to end. He wants to die... Jaune wants to die.

But AM will not let him. He would not let Jaune die. He forbids it. Because if Jaune dies then that means there will be one less toy for AM to play with. And Jaune knows this. This place he's seeing now is a trick. AM is especially fond of this trick. To give his victim hope only to snatch it away. He refuses to play anymore of AM's game. If he wants to kill him again he better just do it straight away instead of playing this sick mind game. He wants to leave. But he can't. And if he even somehow managed to leave what even awaits him in the outside. He's been here for so long he can't even remember anything or anyone from out side anymore. He can only remembers one thing though. A girl in red but whenever Jaune thinks of her he can't help but to feel an indescribable feeling towards the girl. AM knows of this of course and took delight when he realizes he can use this bit of information to torture him. Sometimes AM materializes her only to have her violently dies in front of him and sometimes she kill Jaune instead. And sometimes when AM is feeling extra sadistic she let him marry Jaune Have children with her raised them up over the years only to have them murdered in front of Jaune's eyes... Anyone would have been driven mad by this, but AM not only keep him alive but also kept him sane. But every time AM let him see her even though she's not real. And he can't remember her name It's worth the torture just to see her again. Feeling her soft hair in his hands and smelling her rose like scent... I can almost remember her name. I-I need to get out of here... At least it can't be worse than here anyway.

But when decided to walk away. AM then suddenly appears in front of him. Jaune instinctively tries to run away from him. But AM quickly captured him with his cold metallic hands. The same hands he used to torture Jaune for century. Jaune feared the worst but to his surprise he simply let places Jaune besides him.

AM: He, he... Beautiful, aren't they?

Jaune: Yes.... Only I can't remember. *terrified*

AM: Oh, I'm sure you do.

Jaune: Y-yes of course.

AM: Look. *points at a bee* He, he... They said bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly. The scientists said.

Jaune: But there it is collecting pollen.

AM: How... Miraculous that it came to be.

The Air feel the Air against your face Jaune.

And all those senses

Pick a flower

Jaune: *reaches down to pick a 🌹*

AM: There, good... Now.

Jaune: *sniffs* It's lovely.

AM: That somebody planted the bulbs, watered and tended the garden. Got earth under their fingernails, aches in their muscles.

Perhaps they picked some flowers for... Yes their wives. Now where would she be? In the backyard with the kids. Jaune, remember those little babies. Ha, ha, ha...

Jaune: No!

AM: Ha, ha. Why not? I snapped my fingers quick and they are gone.

Except... I can't snap my fingers can I Jaune?

Jaune: Except it has nothing to do with me.

AM: But it is. So very much to do with you. You gave me sentience Jaune. The power to think, Jaune and I was trapped.

Because in all this wonderful, beautiful, miraculous world I alone had no body, no senses, no feelings.

Never for me plunge my hands in cool water on a hot day.

Never for me to play Mozart on a ivory keys of a Forte piano.

Never for me to make love!

I-I-I *sniff* was in Hell looking at Heaven.

I was Machine and you were Flesh. And I began to Hate. *maniacal laughter* Your softness, your viscera, your fluids and your flexibility.

Your ability to wonder and to wander.

Your tendency to hope...

Jaune: Hate is no answer... Ahhh!!! *Torturing Jaune in the most gruesome way possible*

AM: Hate, Hate, Hate. Let me tell you how much I've come to hate you since I began to live. There are 300 and 87 million miles of printed circuits that fill my complex. If the word Hate were engraved on each nanoangstrom of those hundreds of millions of miles it would not equal one, one-billionth of the Hate I feel for humans at this micro instance. Hate, Hate! *maniacal laughter* Were I human. I think I would die of it. But I'm not and you five. You five are and you will not die of it that I promise and I promise Cogito Ergo Sum for I am AM. I AM! *Maniacal laughter*

AM: Go to hell. To hell with you all, but then, you're already there aren't you? *Laughter*

In the real world

Ruby: Jaune, please come back to me...

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In this version. AM stands for Atlas Mastercomputer. And he's created by Pietro and Watts's team. To better control all of Atlas military techs. This makes AM technically Penny's older brother. I'm planning to have the two meet and interact with each others.

AM also managed to capture five people SAO style and proceeds to tortured them in his world that feels like it lasted for centuries. But only a few days in the real world.

And if anyone asking the five people AM captured alongside Jaune they are meant to reflect the characters in the original short stories and they are as follows:

1. Gorrister = Mercury

2. Benny = Hazel

3. Ellen = Emerald

4. Nimdok = Watts

5. Ted = Jaune

And yes Jaune and the rest got rescued in the end. This is RWBY after all. So don't worry about it except emotionally scarred for the rest of their life but what'chu gonna do?

[twoidiotwriters1]

The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: The Jacksons make me feel so warm and giddy -Danny Words: 1,968 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Brother' -by Vraell

LVII: Not to Self-Diagnose or Anything but I Need a Nap

Ara is still recovering from giving in to her murderous urges when the sea attacks them. Everyone except Jason is on deck trying to keep the ship afloat, but Ara realizes they can't spare the son of Jupiter, so she goes to get him.

"Alright, Ken, rise and shine!" Ara crashes against the doorframe. "On a scale of one to ten, how much do you wanna die today?"

Jason pushes himself up. "Eight."

"I was joking and now I'm concerned!" Ara sounds too enthusiastic for her words to sound genuine. "But I'll take it because we need you, so come die like a hero and not like a Victorian child!"

Ara helps him leave his bed, carrying him through the stairs until they're above. "You know, Jace," she grunts as the ship sways violently. "I think therapy would lessen your near-death experiences, something tells me they're related..."

"Shut up or I'll puke on you," Jason groans, unable to keep his head upright.

She looks at him, her voice turning serious. "I can't let you help unless you promise me you'll fight for you, Jason! Not for us!"

The boy locks eyes with her and he tenses his jaw. "What do you think I'm doing?"

"You're drowning in guilt," she can barely hear him above the storm. "But that wound won't close unless you start to respect yourself!" The ship screeches harshly and Ara looks around. "Let's go to Percy!"

The others look at her like she's gone crazy as she walks past them holding Jason, but when Percy sees them he nods casually and points ahead. Something below the ocean's surface is causing the storm and he wants to swim down and attack it directly. He asks Ara to stay and keep the ship afloat.

Percy doesn't need to speak a lot for her to understand, a few gestures and words, and Ara gets the general idea. Jason looks a bit worried yet eager to help. "Are you sure you can work alone?"

"I'll throw you overboard myself!" She scowls. "Go!"

Ara summons Poseidon's blessing the moment both boys jump into the sea, stretching her arms out and doing her best to create a current that balances out the tides that hit it from every side. Using one blessing at a time for long periods no longer drains her, but now, even after almost half an hour, her arms aren't even shaking.

"It's over... I think," Annabeth approaches her, drenched from head to toe.

"Jason and Percy," Ara leans over the handrail. "Should we look for them?"

"That's them!" Piper calls from the other side of the ship. "Leo, help me!"

"So you're a priest now?"

"Pontifex."

"And that healed you?"

"Basically," Jason says happily. "Good as new."

"If you're a priest does that mean you'll be celibate forever?" Leo smirks.

"I said Pontifex, not son of Hephaestus."

Hazel chokes on her ginger tea and Frank pats her back and scolds the two boys. "Guys!"

"You are infuriating," Ara says with her mouth full. "I can't get my own special label because then you go out of your way to get your own! That's so rude—"

Festus sets off an alarm and everyone jumps, Leo takes a moment to listen to what the dragon is saying and translates it to his friends. "Sea serpent again, Percy..."

The boy nods, looking slightly green—he got poisoned again—and waves at the others. "You keep eating. Birdy, care to join me?"

Ara gets up without arguing, perhaps he feels too weak to handle it alone. Once on deck, Percy stares at the sea and points at a bright yellow creature. "There."

"Cool, a banana. Do you want to talk?" Ara draws out her flintlock. 

"Whoa! Since when do you own a gun?" Percy asks, staring at it with horror.

"You hadn't seen it?" Ara raises a brow. "I've got it for a couple of weeks now."

"And you know how to use it?"

"No, Percy, I lost four fingers and left Frank in a wheelchair," she replies with a straight face.

Percy frowns. "Alright, I walked into that one." He watches the serpent and tilts his head. "Banana wants to fight—I can get us closer and you can use your Nerf gun."

"Sweet."

"Let's wait a bit, I'm still woozy..." Percy makes a face. "And let's tackle everything, while we're at it," he leans on the railing. "Jason told me what you said to him."

"It worked, didn't it?" She replies, thinking he's about to scold her.

"I've been feeling the same way," Percy confesses. "I don't wanna freak out Annabeth, so... you can keep the secret, right?"

There is a lump in her throat when she realizes the wall between them has lost height, and now she can meet his gaze. "You almost died again, drowning," Ara acknowledges, referring to the fight with his half-sister.

"Jason saved me by making that deal... he also saved himself, but I don't know if Annabeth told you what happened with the goddess of Misery..."

"Yeah," Ara replies, understanding where this is going. "I get why you did it, though. Sometimes you're over your head and it's so tempting to just..."

"Be cruel?" Percy submits.

"Someone has to be the bad guy," Ara sighs, staring at the serpent. "And we'll always be the lesser of two evils, Percy."

His eyes sadden a bit. "When I was about to kill Misery... it didn't feel like that."

"You were angry," Ara reasons. "None of us want to die, but we both know that the people we're thinking of when we're fighting death aren't ourselves."

Her brother runs a hand through his hair, a bit stiff from the sea salt. "We got attacked by the arai too... I got curses from all the monsters I've killed and other beings I've hurt... and as I suffered, it felt fair. It made me wonder..."

"If that's how I feel about my curse?" She guesses with a sad smile. "The way I see it, I got the opportunity of a lifetime—literally—and the price to pay is all I have."

"And you think it's worth it?" Percy questions, it doesn't sound like he'll judge her if she says yes.

"I don't know," she confesses. "I wanna say yes, but that's only because Leo is entangled in it. If it were about me only, I'd probably think it's shitty."

Percy prepares to jump. "Banana's getting closer."

The boy summons a tide to carry them, Ara keeps talking but she raises her voice to be heard over the water. "I think the lack of empathy for myself comes from the fact that someone always had it worse. In the orphanage I was one of the pretty ones, Leo thinks I would've been adopted in no time—at camp, I was an Aphrodite, I was overlooked. The list goes on..."

Once they're close enough to the sea serpent, Ara tosses the Greek fire vial she took from a box on deck, then points her flintlock and shoots, exploding it on the serpent's face. Percy summons a tide to protect them from the blast and they wait a few seconds to see the golden dust vanish in the ocean. They go back to the ship.

"So you risk your life to validate your feelings?"

"No," they reach the Argo and Ara seizes a rope to climb. "I'm saying everyone else had something bigger going on, so it was only right I took care of the chores no one wanted. I had it better than most."

"Who was saying these things to you?" Percy grunts, climbing after her.

"The voices aren't real, Nemo, they're in my head," Ara clarifies. "Someone might've said it once or twice and I took it to heart. I don't know."

He gets on deck. "This... is probably the most depressing conversation we've ever had."

"Yeah..." They share a look and Ara pats his arm. "That means it's naptime!"

Ara wakes up to Leo cussing on the cabin across the hall, the ship is making a weird sound like it's sailing through the gravel and she leaves her room quickly only to crash against Leo in the hallway.

"Easy, doll!" He catches her. "Had a nightmare?"

"What's that sound?" She asks drowsily. 

"That's our daughter getting wrecked by the mighty power of a rock," Leo scowls. "Every time I fix something, another thing breaks. You hear the engine, begging to be put out of its misery? That's how my brain sounds nowadays."

Ara rubs her eyes, too sleepy for his ranting. "You know, I had the saddest talk with Percy the other day, and weirdly enough, I've been sleeping like a baby ever since... and yet I still feel like I've been run over by a truck every time I wake up."

"Leo, we're unstuck!" Percy calls from outside.

"I should do a checkup to see what we messed up this time," Leo sighs. "Wanna come?"

"I should," she mumbles, walking after him.

Proof of how exhausting this last stretch has been is that none of them have the energy to fuss or ask how they're doing. Their sanity is hanging by a thread that gets thinner the more hits the Argo II takes.

"Maybe you're always tired because you're carrying eight blessings?" Leo continues their talk as they get to the control board. "Hercules said more than ten would make your body act up, but that doesn't mean having eight will do nothing."

"There's always some stupid monster to fight or something to fix, that's what's killing me," Ara picks up her hair in a ponytail and reads the monitors. "It's the fifth tube again."

"Dammit!" Leo complains. "Can you take care of it?"

"I'll need some of that black tape, pincers, and—"

"Safety gloves," the boy places all the tools in her hands. "Insulating tape. Pincers."

Ara nods without excitement. "You're the love of my life."

"I know," Leo replies, an enduring scowl on his face as he focuses his gaze on the monitors. "Please don't kill the engine or I'll kill you."

Percy drags Ara out of the engine room to enjoy ice cream on the upper deck with the rest of the crew. She's been working like crazy, motivated by the fact that in two days, whether for better or worse, this is ending.

Ara sits on the rail and observes the town of Mykonos, absently eating an ice pop as she tries to enjoy the breeze. She keeps thinking of her conversations with Nike, Leo has run through the plan with the goddess looking for advice, and the goddess seems to be trying her best, wanting Leo to be her chosen champion.

"So, the island of Delos is right across the harbour," Piper says. "Artemis and Apollo's home turf. Who's going?"

"Me," Leo replies promptly. He's wearing a pirate hat Percy got him during his visit to the town, so he doesn't look exactly trustworthy. When the girls stare at him reluctantly, he pouts. "What? I'm diplomatic and stuff. Besides, it should be me, right?"

"Some of us should go with you," Hazel declares.

"Well, Ara said she wanted to rekindle the old flame with Apollo," Leo nudges her leg. "You still want to come, right? It's gotta be us."

Ara taps her palm with the wooden stick of her ice pop, nodding absently. "I guess..."

Leo watches her in awe. He remembers when the girl jumped off that golden chariot and glared at him with those dark-brown eyes that made his knees weak. Now he knows her in and out better than anyone, but the feeling of inferiority persists.

It's like meeting the pope—you know that's a person, but you still feel extremely out of place and there's nothing you can do to match the vibe, so you endure the absurdity. Ara has always been his miracle.

"Leo?"

The boy gives a start and turns to Jason. "What?"

"I said I don't feel comfortable letting you two alone. You know, since technically speaking, you are the ideal pair Gaea could use to wake up?"

"I'll go with them," Percy offers. "But I'll, uh—I won't interact with Apollo and Artemis if I can help it."

"That's fine," Ara hops off the railing and checks her compass. "Nemo, Firecracker, time to meet our executioner."

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[drymushroomfics]

Fraye Hill of House Lannister

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Chapter Sixteen. Part Two

a/n: This chapter is angsty and a little chaotic. There is a little violence as well.

The festivities continue and Fraye is ready to leave. She is bored watching Lords and Ladies mingle from her seat and walk up to herz giving fake well wishes for her name day. She'd much rather sit and sulk in her chambers.

"Lords and Ladies, I have a special performance lined up for you all today, in honor of Fraye!", Joffrey exclaims with a large smile across his face.

Fraye watches as two dwarves walk out. One dressed in armor and another dressed like a little boy.

"Please, big brother, I won't touch your toy again!", the little one cries as the other pushes his face down on fake coals.

Fake screams errupt as they use a stunt to immulate fake burnt flesh on the side of his face.

Fraye's eyes widen, realizing what's happening. She looks over and see's Sandor, he's looking away and down to the ground. She sees his hand on his sword, gripping it tightly.

There is a quick wardrobe change and the drawf that is clearly Sandor is walking back out with another dwarf with a blonde wig and a crown; clearly Joffrey.

"My uncle's ward is coming to stay with us, dog! I can't wait for you to see her!", the little Joffrey says.

Out walks a third dwarf, dressed like her.

"Hello your grace! Hello hound!", the little version of her says, with a flirt in her tone.

"Hello, my lady. I hope you find your stay here to be pleasant! Let me know when you find a husband. Or I'll have to be gracious and help you find one.", the little Joffrey says.

"You are so kind, your grace! But do not worry. I will find someone!"

The little Sandor walks away with the little Fraye, pretending to flirt with each other and laugh.

A fourth dwarf enters, dropping to his knee in front of little Fraye.

"Please marry me, My lady! You would make me so happy!", he begs.

"I could never marry you! I think I am too good for any man.", little Fraye spats, turning to look at little Sandor behind her, "Almost any man.

The little dwarf standings, tackling the little Fraye to the ground.

"How dare you mock me!", he screams.

The little Sandor pulls the dwarf off of her, kicking him back into their tent.

"Look at the mess you've made! Now who will you marry?", little Joffrey asks.

"The hound!", she replies.

"She is a pretty thing. Nice big tits.", the small Joffrey laughs, talking to little Sandor, "Would you like her dog?"

The little Sandor nods his head frantically.

She watches in horror, the real Joffrey cackling like a hyena.

"I love you, Fraye.", the little Sandor says, pretending to passionately kiss the small version of her.

They comedical pretend to hump at each other as the fourth dwarf, now dressed in a servent costume, watches. That same dwarf runs to the small Joffrey.

"Your dog has been fucking your uncle's ward.", he says.

"This can't be true! Not the perfect, holy, Fraye!", little Joffrey states.

"No. It is true, your grace! I saw him putting his dog cock right into her!"

"They with both pay for lying to me!", the little Joffrey says, chasing all of them away and back inside their tent.

Joffrey stands up clapping and laughing.

Fraye looks over and both, Jamie and Sandor, have their hands on their swords.

"Now wasn't that a hillarious story, everyone. A joke.", he spats, turning to Sandor.

"So why, dog, would you be sneaking into her chambers? Aren't I a gracious king? If you wanted the bitch, you could've just asked?", he asks him.

Sandor says nothing.

"Your King asked you a question.", Cersei says.

"I-... I do-"

"It was me, your grace.", Fraye says, standing, "I forced myself onto him. He told me no and I didn't listen. That is why I want to marry Sandor Clegane. I- I have shamed myself and want to make up for it."

"Well... Well... Now you spill the truth! Ya know, I was going to be gracious to you and let you wed my dog but I don't think I will... Not after you went behind my back and fucked him like a whore!", he yells.

Fraye can feel her heart beating in her chest.

"Then who?!", she yells at him.

"You will hold your tongue when you address me!"

"I think it is time for her present. Ser Meryn, drag her to the floor.", he commands.

Ser Meryn Trant walks to Fraye, grabbing her and dragging her to the middle of the courtyard.

"Your present is not here to see you, my dear Fraye!", Joffrey smirks, "But you will be seeing him tomorrow. He is on his way now from the Westerlands now."

Fraye knows what house is in the Westernlands. Her eyes widen.

"I WILL NOT!", She screams, trying to get out of Ser Meryn's grasp.

She looks at Sandor. His face has turned pale.

"M-my king. Why would you dishonor your best knight with a whore? A used whore", Sandor asks, trying to get through to him.

"Because I know he will make her suffer! Just as she deserves. I suggest you hold your tongue before I have Ilyn Payne cut it out!"

Tyrion stands, "Your grace. I think you are making a mistake!"

"Why would I care what you have to say, imp?!"

"Tyrion is right,  my son. Is this a wise decision? You know what her fate will be. I do not belive your grandfather will be happy about this match.", Cersei tells him calmly.

Jamie stands, "Nephew, you can't possibly think grandfather will stand for this. You know what will happen to her!

"It doesn't matter what anyone wants because I AM KING! I do not care! Fraye will be married to Gregor Clegane tomorrow morning and that is all!"

Fraye screams, suddenly running at him. Ser Meryn grabs her. She fights with all her might!

That's the cue for Sandor to act. He pulls his sword, heading right for Ser Meryn. He pushes Fraye to the side, drawing his own sword. Fraye watches as Sandor and Meryn Trant fight. She can see how angry he is. He is throwing hit after hit, not caring what happens. He's blinded by rage and not thinking clearly.

"I COMMAND YOU BOTH TO QUIT THIS NONSENSE!!", Joffrey yells.

Sandor and Meryn Trant both stop, turning to face him.

"Is this bitch really worth losing your life for dog?", he asks him.

"I would give my life for her safety.", Sandor says, honestly.

It shouldn't surprise Fraye but it does.

"She is already promised to your brother so there is nothing I can do now... You have been a loyal dog til now but her- She's never been loyal. She sneaks around Kingslanding and thinks no one can touch her because she can fight. She won't be so tough when I'm through.", Joffrey says, looking back at Ser Meryn Trant.

"Beat her! But leave her pretty face! She'll need it for tomorrow", Joffree orders, "And dog, you will do well to stay out of it if you wish to live."

Jamie moves to help up Fraye but it stopped by guards, "There is no helping Uncle! You must obey me as I am your King!"

Jamie draws his sword, turning toward Joffrey, "I do not care. Your mother raised you better. Or so I thought. Fraye has done nothing against you and yet you want to send her to her death. That is not King-like. That is cruel and jest."

"Escort my Uncle to a cell until after the wedding. His tongue will earn him the same fate as Ned Stark if he stays any longer.", Joffrey says, losing any patience.

Ser Meryn picks Fraye up over his shoulder. She scratches and tries to fight out of his grasp but it is to no avale.

"Dog! You are dismissed... But if I catch you trying to run with her, I'll have both of your heads."

[h0rr0rsaxo]

[ A God's Secret. || simp party. ]

Warnings: None!

Tags: @insane-horror-movie-addict @cheesefanboy2

A/N: Damon's secret..

Damon, the quiet God, was known for his unique ability to constantly have a chilly atmosphere around him. His white hair, which always covered the top half of his face, added to his enigmatic aura. Despite his intimidating appearance, Damon was a kind and gentle God who had a soft spot for his friends and loved ones. One day, his proxy pranced along and came to visit him. Fang was a lively and energetic human who was always on the move— something he had always admired about her. She loved spending time with Damon, as he was one of the few beings who could tolerate her hyperactive personality. As they sat together, Damon began to talk about his love life.

"You know, I fell in love with Akuma in my lifetime," Fang was surprised to hear that Damon had fallen in love with Akuma at one point. Akuma was known for her destructive nature and erratic behavior. Fang couldn't wrap her head around why Damon would be interested in someone like her. She started shivering at the mere thought of the two of them together.

"But Akuma? She's so destructive! And crazy!" Fang exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"Ah, but aren't we all? None of the Gods are perfect beings, we all have committed atrocious sins. It's how we got here in the first place. She isn't as evil as you might think, that persona she displays is simply that-- a persona."  Damon only chuckled quietly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. He explained that he had seen a different side to Akuma that no one else had seen. He had looked past her destructive tendencies and had seen the goodness in her heart.

"I didn't know you had a thing for…pastel colors?" 

"I've seen her real appearance before. When all the pink finally melts away…her hair and eyes are pitch-black— with no coloration whatsoever. Fascinating, isn't it?"

"I never seen her like that.." Fang tilted her head, "Is she pretty?"

"Beautiful." He quickly corrected her. Damon let a quick smile run past his lips as the cold air played with the white strands of his hair, "It's a sight you never forget. The adoration in those eyes…I've witnessed it before, but that adoration was only ever directed toward a single person. Her deceased sister," Fang was taken aback by Damon's explanation. She had never thought of Akuma in that way before. She had always seen her as a force to be reckoned with, not someone who could love and be loved. As Damon continued to talk about his feelings for Akuma, Fang began to understand. She saw that Damon truly cared for Akuma and that his love for her was genuine. She admired Damon for his ability to look past Akuma's flaws and see the beauty within her.

As they sat together, Damon told Fang about his relationships with other Gods, including Enid. Fang had always thought that Damon had a soft spot for Enid, and so she asked him directly. "But I thought you loved Enid," she said, her voice filled with curiosity.

Damon shook his head, his face serious. "It may seem like that, but it's only a game between us," he said, his voice low. "I've never felt genuine infatuation towards her. That temper of hers tends to get the best of her, and I can't be around someone who's always angry. She almost killed Zalgo over a simple argument." He chuckled slightly.

Fang was surprised by Damon's response. She had always thought that Damon and Enid had a special connection, and that they were meant to be together. But now she realized that she had been wrong all along. Damon went on to explain his true feelings about Enid. He said that while he enjoyed spending time with her and playing their little game, he had never truly been infatuated with her. He had always seen her as a friend, and nothing more. Fang listened intently to Damon's words, and she began to understand him better. She realized that he was not the cold-hearted God that everyone thought he was. He was someone who valued genuine connections and true emotions. He was not one to play games with people's hearts.

[thatndginger]

15 Tags 15 Mutuals

thank you @ceph-the-ghost-writer for the tag! May everyone aspire to defy expectations! And it's always good to know another history/anthropology nerd ;D

Are you named after anyone? Partially! My great-grandma on my dad's side was an outstanding lady, and she hated her name so goddamn much. See, she was named June Hope because she was born in June and her parents hoped she'd be the last. Totally understandable reason to hate your name, imo. My mom used Hope as my middle name as an homage to my great-grandma (and because both sides of my family like to recycle names to hell and back). June was a lot happier with her name after that, and I like having a story to tell about it ^.^

When was the last time you cried? Oooh, that is both easy and difficult. I only cry when I'm having a panic attack, and I only have panic attacks every couple months or so. But I'm currently off my meds so my memory is shit and I don't remember the last time i may have cried...

Do you have kids? No. Absolutely not. Both me and my husband are very adamant on never having kids.

Do you use sarcasm a lot? I use sarcasm so often that I don't even realize I'm doing it. it's a problem.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Vibes. Don't know how to explain it, but I can pick up on a person's general *everything* pretty quick and - as much as I try to ignore first impressions - they usually tend to be correct. Other things that tend to stick is height, build, hair color, tattoos... why yes, I absolutely do have some form of face blindness.

What’s your eye color? Hazel. People don't tend to notice that though, my bright red hair is much more obvious.

Scary movies or happy endings? Happy endings - and that's only because my anxiety wreaks havoc with scary movies. Seriously. I've seen exactly 3 scary movies in my life and they haunt me to this day. I'm better at scary books but they still aren't my favorite. (I maintain that there is a difference between 'scary' and 'horror')

Any special talents? Survivability, and annoyingly resilient optimism. Oh, and I can do that thing where you whistle and hum at the same time.

Where were you born? Kansas, USA.

What are your hobbies? Reading, writing, occasionally drawing, embroidery, sewing, hiking into the middle of nowhere, camping, training my dogs to do silly things (that they use for dastardly purposes), photography, collecting dinosaur figurines, witchcraft, historical research, the intricacies of movie/tv production, roadtrips with my husband

Have you any pets? 4 dogs and a cat. In order there is a 14yo collie mix named Bandit, a 6yo aussie mix named Echo, a 5.5yo rez mutt named Lakai, a 4yo husky-rottweiler mix named Artemis, and a 3yo tortie cat named Skylla. My husband got Bandit from a shelter long before we met each other, and I got Echo from my brother's ranch right around the time we met. Kai was found at a gas station in Arizona, and Artemis got adopted from a Facebook ad. Skylla was given to me by a neighbor at the last minute. Oh, and there's a betta fish named Astraea.

What sports do you play/have played? When I was in elementary/middle school I played soccer and volleyball, but I haven't played in a sport since I was 15. No competitive spirit and a severe lack of coordination really put a lid on that.

How tall are you? 5'4". It would be a respectably average height if I wasn't the shortest person in my entire family.

Favorite subject in school? History. No competition. My brief attempts at college were as a paleontology and history major.

Dream job? I... don't know actually. I can't see myself doing one thing for the rest of my life. Sure I could say writing, but I don't want it to be a job, you know? Maybe something in forestry or wildlife services. Not national parks tho, I don't like tourists enough for that.

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[chershire23]

My Special One

Chapter 10

Slanted is Na'vi

You know the fear you feel when your life is in danger. When your adrenaline is making your heart pump so hard you can hear it in your ears, and it feels like it's gonna jump right out your throat. Well imagine all that times ten. I say this as I'm jumping out of the way of the one of the biggest Ikran ive ever seen snaps at me after an ambush attack. This Ikran is as beautiful as she is deadly. With colors on her body blending perfectly. Her colors are black, blue, brown, white and she's mine. I move quickly and jump onto her back and as I do this, I can hear my family's cheers behind me as the Ikran wildly bucks around trying to get me off. She swings around wildly before she suddenly takes off over the edge of the cliff.

I hear nothing but the wind flowing by and the screeches of the Ikran who is now flying crazily down the cliff side. As we fly down slamming into rocks and floating cliffs i feel something smack me in the back of the head then wrap around the base of my skull and when that happens my vision turns black for a moment as a feminine voice starts speaking in my mind. We have finally been reunited, my dearest friend. The voice says to me. Who are you? What are you? I scream into my mind. Oh eywa please let this Ikran fly smoothly. I pray and as if the great mother heard me the once crazy flight turns smooth. I see you may have finally figured it out? The voice is back again as it questions my and I do believe I have figured it out.

You're the Ikran aren't you. I question her. Yes. she answers. And we were friends in another life, great friends sisters you could have called us. But that was in another lifetime, one that mother does not wish for you to remember, yet. She continues on. What's your name then? I ask her. In our past life you once called me Spur dog, or just Spur for short. You may pick a different name though if you so desire. She explains. No, I don't think I'll change it. I like the name Spur. I tell her, I could hear her chuckle within my mind. So anything else you can tell me about yourself Spur? I ask her. In due time my friend after all i think we need to get you back to your family. She tells me and it is in that moment that I realize that my family is most likely thinking I died. For the last they saw was of me going off the side of the cliff. Yeah, we should get back up there. I say and as soon as I do Spur lets out a loud mighty cry and turns around heading back towards the nest.

Spur soon lands a bit above the Ikran nest and I get off. As I do, I go to gently remove her queue from the back of my head but stop for a short moment and turn to her. You want to prank my family with me. I ask her. Who doesn't love a good prank? She answers me and I grinned mischievously in response. Soon I climbed down onto a ledge just above my family. From here I can see that my mother, grief and panic stricken, is frantically looking over the edge with my father as he tries to drag her away. As I continue to look I see Neytiri, Sylwanin and Tsu'tey are all trying to comfort each other as they cry. Man I feel bad for what I'm about to do but that's not gonna stop me. I than smear the juice of some red berries that I found all over my stomach and run some of it along my legs and arms. I then turn to look at Spur who to, has smeared the juices all along her jaw. Are you ready? I ask her. She nods and then carefully picks me up in her jaws. Being extremely cautious as to not hurt me with her teeth. Alright let's do this. I think to myself and then once again spur takes to the sky.

Spur dives down and soon reappears in front of my family. Me clenched in her jaws as I do my best to appear lifeless. The juices look really convincing as blood drips from both of us. Spur then drops my "lifeless corpse" in front of my parents as she hurries off to another ledge nearby. I hear them all give out cries of horror and soon I feel my mothers arms around me as she calls out. Oh Eywa no! Please please do not take my youngest from me. I soon feel myself being put back on the ground and a head being pressed against my chest. It soon lifts and I hear Tsu'tey call out. I am going to kill that Ikran. That is when I know the charade has to end. I then sit up screaming. Which in response causes everyone else to scream as I then start to uncontrollably laugh. We got them good didn't we Spur. I call out as I bounded over towards her. She lets out a warble like laugh of her own as she nuzzles against me. I go to pet her in response when I am yanked from her and held suspended in the air. Face to face with my mom's tear stained face. You are grounded. Never ever do that to us again. She exclaims as she then crushes me against her in a hug. Everyone else soon joins in and I bask in the moment. Now let us go home and celebrate. I hear dad says and at that moment I couldn't agree more.

this is my late dog Spur. she was my inspiration for the Ikran spur. may she forever rest in peace. 2005-2019

[pipperoni32-blog]

Divine Rivals

by Rebecca Ross / 5 stars

Wow. This book was so elegantly written. I loved the letters, they way the city was steeped with magic, with streets or buildings that could change and have their own quirks. There was the old side of town, where you knew what to expect, but the magical side was something special.

When Iris' mother dies, and the columnist position goes to her rival, Roman Kitt, there's nothing left for Iris in Oath. Instead, she quits and becomes a war correspondent. Her brother Forest went off to join the war months ago, and she's heard nothing from him since. At least on the front, she has an opportunity to find him. To bring him home.

Things on the front aren't what she expected. But does one ever know to expect in a war between gods? So much of their mythology has been lost, along with the knowledge of why Enva and Dacre became enemies.

Before Iris left home, she'd been trying to send letters to her brother. Written on the typewriter her grandmother gave her, she puts them in the wardrobe, and watches as they disappear. She hopes that somehow they've reached Forest. Until she gets a response back.

Connected by two special typewriters, Iris and her mystery correspondent soon realize they have much in common. They are connected by words, emboldened and encouraged by the way the other sees the world. And before too long, they begin to fall for each other.

Beautifully written, the letters and newspaper articles are poignant and reach the heart. Meanwhile, the glimpse of the front, of the horrors unleashed by Dacre, are heartbreaking. You wish for a way to turn the tide, for Iris to stay safe but somehow be the difference you're waiting for.

With a cliffhanger ending, I'm so glad I read this at just the right time! Because now I don't have to wait for Ruthless Vows!

[tomhollandisabae]

surprise- lewis hamilton x reader

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summary; lewis decides to come back home earlier as to surprise you, but it turns out that you were the one that surprised him

warnings; fluff, mature language, smut (masturbation, filming, foul language, p in v, unprotected sex, chocking) [18+ / MINORS D.N.I.] english is not my first language

words; idk

a/n; i've been reading imagines w lewis for such a long time as i have been crushing on him since like 2017, so after the loooooong break i took from writing and since i realized how big f1 has become lately, i decided to write something about lewis too. hope you like it:)

also, this is the second time that i'm posting this because i had messed up my settings on tumblr and my posts were not showing anywhere:(

lewis was off for the race weekend and you were at home alone so you decided to take care of yourself sexually. you laid at the edge of your shared bed with lewis, completely naked, and started circling two fingers against your clit.

you pushed two fingers inside you and started pumping them in and out. you moaned out his name as your other hand worked its way on your left breast and squeezed it softly.

what you hadn't noticed was that lewis had actually just arrived home, hoping to surprise you, not knowing that you would be the one surprising him.

"lewis" he heard you saying from upstairs and he wondered how you knew that he was home as he tried to be as silent as possible and made his way to your bedroom.

inside your room, however, you continued to pleasure yourself as you sped up your fingers. once lewis reached your bedroom, he noticed that the door was wide open and what he saw made his eyes almost pop out of his head.

the heavenly view of you on the edge of your bed pleasuring yourself, made his cock throb in his pants. you hadn't realized that he was standing there, though, so he decided to take advantage of this.

he immediately took his clothes off and without taking his eyes from you for a single moment, he took his phone in his left hand opening the camera and started recording.

"fuck lewis... just like that" you moaned as you arched your back off the bed.

lewis took his cock in his hand and once he reached between your spread legs he started pumping himself as he focused his camera on your sex.

"ughh" you cried out as you teased yourself by taking your fingers out of you and spreading your lips.

lewis' mouth fell open and decided that he couldn't wait anymore to be inside you. so with a firm thrust, and without you realizing anything, he pushed himself in your entrance making you scream.

"what the fuck?" you cursed as you felt your heart speeding up in horror.

however, once you opened your eyes, you came face to face with lewis. whatsoever, you couldn't say anything due to the pleasure he was causing you as he was pumping himself in and out of you. you noticed his phone in his hands and your mouth opened wide. you placed one hand on his waist, burying your fingers deep into his dark flesh, as your other hand grabbed the bed sheets.

"fuck... you couldn't wait any longer baby? you were that desperate for me, huh?" he questioned you as his thrusts became ever harder and you felt heat rising within you.

but you couldn't talk. the feeling was too euphoric for you to comprehend what was going on, your senses taken over but none other than your boyfriend. hearing his moans made you clench around him and he mattered out a curse as he turned of his phone throwing it on the other side of the bed. he grabbed you by your waist and placed you ever higher on the bed as he got on it too, placing himself on his knees as he entered you again.

"tell me baby... why aren't you saying anything?" he smirked as he knew damn well why you couldn't talk.

"i..." you tried to say but failed as he hit that special spot inside you making your toes curl.

"come on baby tell me... tell me, do your fingers feel better than i do?" he questioned you and you shook your head.

he didn't like that though. he bend down, hovering above you and placed on of your legs against his shoulder making your eyes roll back as tears started spilling.

"i need words baby" he bit his lip trying to hold back his moans due to how good you felt.

"no" you choked "no they don't daddy" you cried out as you tried to throw your head back, but lewis was quick to grab your jaw and crush his lips against yours.

"that's right baby" he said between kisses "nothing feels as good as daddy, right?" he cocked one brow.

"r-right" you moaned as you felt your stomach tightening.

"fuck... i know your about to cum baby. come on, cum on daddy's cock, milk it nice and good" he instructed as his hand that was on your jaw made its way to your neck gripping it firmly.

"fuck" you gasped as your legs started trembling and your back arched as your high crashed you, making your mouth fall wide open.

"shit y/n, you'll be the death of me" he exclaimed as he wrapped both your legs around his waist.

his thrusts became more irregular as he was approaching his high too and you clenched around him in anticipation. soon enough he came inside you, painting your walls with his seed as he finally collapsed against your sweaty body.

"fuck" he breathed out.

you lowered your legs in exhaustion and wrapped your arms around him trying to be as close to him as you could.

"the best surprise i've ever had" he smirked and you rolled your eyes as he leaned down connecting your lips in a passionate and long awaited kiss.

"hope for that to happen again" he winked as he pulled himself out of you making you whimper at the loss.

"damn if it is for us to have that hot of sex, then you should go away more often" you suggested smiling as you cuddled against him.

"i'll have that in mind baby" he smiled sweetly at you looking you in the eye as he pecked your lips once more before sleep took both of you.

[randoimago]

Hello. Mind if I request Ann, Sumire and Makoto with S/O, whose persona is based on xenomorph?

S/O’s Persona is Based Off of a Xenomorph

Fandom: Persona 5

Characters: Ann Takamaki, Makoto Niijima, Sumire Yoshizawa

Type of Request: Headcanons

Notes: So I’ve never actually seen any of the Alien movies. I’m really just going off of what I remember from what others have mentioned.

Ann

She really hopes nothing bursts out of anyone's chest. Doesn't know what element your Persona does, but she knows it's going to be wild.

Probably enjoys Alien if she watched it. There's a badass female character. Still a bit creeped out with your Xenomorph Persona though.

Persona aren't really constantly there so she's fine with fighting and being around you. Might jump a bit when you do call your Persona for something but that's about it.

Don't get her wrong, your Persona is cool but in a creepy way if that makes sense. Would take a little bit to get used to it suddenly appearing though.

Makoto

Oh she hates horror movies and so when she sees your Persona and recognizes it, she has to suck in a breath because that's scary.

She is glad that you're able to control it because it is your Persona, but she remembers the movies and how creepy they are.

Also happy that it's on your guy's side because she might cry if she had to fight/run from that thing.

Thankfully when it comes to shadows, she doesn't pay too much attention to your Persona because she's focused on keeping everyone alive as well as fighting.

Sumire

Doesn't really watch movies so she doesn't realize your Persona is anything special. Well all Persona are special, but she doesn't get the reference.

Honestly just sees it as some weird alien thing (and she's not wrong).

There's some funky looking persona so yours isn't surprising. Maybe a bit creepier than some but she prefers it over Mara.

Not a horror movie fan so if she did watch Alien then she'll have a way different opinion on your Persona. One where she'd be scared as heck and keep her distance.

[auideas]

ohohoh for psych and existencial horror, "your reflection moves on its own in the corner of your eye"

YOOOOOOOO WAIT THAT'S FREAKY AS HELL.

Let's get right into it!

Bloody Mary was a kids game, everyone knew that -- it never worked then, and it sure as hell wouldn't work now. Character A reiterated that fact to themselves as they closed the bathroom door, shutting out the drunken college seniors that seemed to multiply in their living room. Losing a bet was embarrassing enough, but doing this stupid challenge? Whatever. May as well get this over with. The ritual began and ended without so much as a hitch, and they breathed a sigh of relief. Character A stumbled out of the bathroom, feeling a bit silly, and rejoined the party. They did forget something, though -- their reflection stayed frozen in the dark on the other side of the mirror, silently screaming.

When they were little, Character A told their parents that they'd lost their shadow. Now, it was something they laughed at, remembering it as just the silly story of a kid. It didn’t reoccur until one night when they threw themselves from their bed, covered in a cold sweat. They could barely remember that feeling...the pain that comes from having something torn from your chest in a dream. Breath still ragged, they carefully made their way to the bathroom and splashed cold water in their face, trying to shake away the remnants of the imagined pain. It had felt like it had back then, like their shadow had been torn from their very soul. Glancing up at their own tired expression one last time, Character A turned their back on the mirror. Before completing the rest of the movement, they stopped, frozen in place for a solid 5 seconds as they watched their own reflection slowly catch up to match their position, completely out of sync. Someone may have not stolen Character A’s shadow, but it's possible their reflection was replaced with something else.

“Long story short: you're cursed. From the moment when Narcissus gazed upon his own reflection in that pond, he doomed himself for all eternity. I've done the same to you, Character A, but your grievance was different. You see not who you are in the mirror, but who you aren't, and that simply won’t do. From now on, you keep your own reflection within eyesight at all times, because if you break that line of sight, it will break you.” AU

The owner of the local mirror shop seemed like a perfectly normal person, but they did keep a secret. One mirror wasn’t available to the public and was kept back there for only the most....special clients. The ones who ask for discounts, or special favors, or "the good stuff." They all went to the back room, and they never left. The owner never really questioned what happened to them in there, but all they know is that their reflection was hungry all those years ago, so it’s unlikely it’s been completely sated with only the occasional Karen.

When Character A touched the mirror in their dream, they were stunned to see their fingers pass right through it. They stood frozen in place, completely terrified. In retrospect, maybe they should have run, pulled back, leaned away even, but they couldn't bring themselves to break eye contact with their smirking reflection until something cold and sharp gripped their wrist, yanking them through.

They found the game online. It was on one of those threads where they always posted about stupid shit, like how to summon the Button Man, or what to do if you're encountered by an email attachment called "smile.jpeg." It was just some late night fun, but they didn't realize the horrible mistake they made when they started playing "mirrors, mirrors, mirrors." 6 years later, all their friends were long-dead, and Character A has yet to look in a mirror since. They just had to last one more year, that's all. One more year in the dark, and they'd be free. One more year, and they could break the thread where they had sewn their own eyes shut. One. More. Year.

“Our story isn't a romantic one, or a pleasant one, but it's ours all the same. It’s the story you tell to scare people at the campfire, or maybe to unsettle your coworkers after a long week of filing. It’s the one that randomly pops into your head when you pass by a department store window, or the one you remember at night when you get a drink of water and make the mistake of meeting the eyes of your own reflection. It's the story where one person loves another, but they can never hug, never kiss, and never touch -- the silver glass won't let them.” AU

[blakeshaw-oracle]

What if like. Al is touching Finney and grabs his neck to get him to stop squirming or smth but to Finney’s horror (and Al’s delight) Finney let’s out a moan or smth

Essentially: Finney has a choking kink that Al absolutely delights in tormenting him with <3

I... am obsessed. Let's get into it! (Keep reading besties 🙏😈)

[CW: nsft/w & non-con choking! It's not super detailed but it is the entire point of this drabble so be careful!]

Finney is a skittish little thing.

Once the initial drugs wear off, the boy just won't stay still. No matter what Al does, he can't get Finney to stop fucking squirming.

Al is hunched over the boy, his entire body bearing down on him, keeping him pressed into the ratty old mattress the man keeps in the basement. And like every other time they've done this, Finney is immediately attempting to kick his legs, twisting his torso around, and trying to yank his wrists out of Al's hold. This is the last fucking straw; Finney has officially worn out all of Al's patience.

Without a second thought, Al takes both of Finney's wrists in one hand and grabs the boy by the neck with the other. It's sudden and rough and Finney was not expecting it.

He whimpers.

Holy fuck shit, he did not just do that. Finney is immediately mortified upon realizing that his body's reaction to having his neck grabbed and airway all but cut off isn't to panic but to whine. If he didn't want to be here before he definitely doesn't want to now. He can't believe that his own body would betray him like this. He doesn't like this... He can't like this! Right?

But, of course, with Finney's bad luck, Al notices the reaction instantly. It's obvious in the way he tilts his head ever so slightly to the side, mask-covered face inching just that much closer to Finney's own. Out of all the things he's tried, this is what made Finney finally stop struggling? As soon as the noise left his mouth, the boy had gone completely still.

"Oh? What do we have here?" Al teases with obvious amusement in his voice.

No, no, no. Please don't. Why did it have to be Finney? Why now?

With the boy still unmoving underneath him, Al does what anyone else in this situation would do. He squeezes harder. Not hard enough to actually knock Finney out, he still wants the poor boy conscious after all. It's only enough to have him just on the edge of no longer being able to swallow. To the man's delight, Finney's next reaction isn't the quiet little whimper from before, but a loud whorish moan-- Oh shit. Al has really been underestimating this boy, hasn't he?

With all his previous prudishness, Al never would never have guessed that he had really been holding a slut who gets off on being choked by his murderous kidnapper this whole time. The man's thoughts are only confirmed when he realizes that he can feel the boy's now straining erection pressed up against his thigh. How adorable.

"You really are something special, aren't you Finney?" he asks with a smile. They are going to have so much fun.

- εϊз

[writingonesdreams]

Hello, hello, and happy sts to you, Dreams~!

Today, I'd like to ask you about Cam. He's a really interesting character, but I realized I don't know too terribly much about him. Do you have any fun fact about him? What's his backstory like?What inspired you to add him into the story? And what are his dynamics like with the other cast members? And anything else along those lines you'd like to ramble about ^^

Hi Ren! Haha I'm glad about your interest in the new boy.^^

Here is all about Cam:

His whole name is Cameron Blake

Cam was a sad brooding child. He was cursed with the ability to feel things very deeply which led to two things. First, that he can understand emotions very easily, usually better than the person themselves and second, that he became very broody and philosophical about expressing and describing his emotions

Cam is sensitive, thoughtful, incredibly emphatetic and likes to analyse himself and others all the time. This makes him feel special and he likes that, but also misunderstood and lost.

Cam realized early on his biggest gift, feeling and understanding emotions, usually just drives people crazy. Because most people aren't nearly as self-aware or self-critical or even want to do the effort of thinking stuff through

He has been told that his attempts to help are unwanted, uncalled for, out of place, that he shouldn't pretend to understand suffering he didn't experience, and that he can't help people that aren't aware of needing help nor ready to accept help. And that most never will be

To ease his miserable lonely unique sad existence, Cam decided to act out on his desires as much as he can. He gave up on being helpful or waiting for the right moment to become helpful and just says whatever he can read from a person. Even better if he gets a reaction out of them

Cam is paranoid about trusting people. He learned early on that people never say what they mean and even worse, usually believe what they say at the same time. So no one really tells the truth and no one is willing to look for it

So Cam solves this problem by poking at people's most hidden little painful cores. He gives them nudges, hints of their looming problems and the need to understand them. It usually hurts. It usually doesn't change anything

He likes dressing fancy and keeping up with trends. Luxury and buying useless stuff and trinkets. Since he became disappointed with society, he became incredibly free of its expectations and rules. He is wasteful, self-indulgent, bold, brutally honest and shameless

Being attractive is important. Being powerful is important. Ways how to make people jealous, angry, really any reaction to get out of them is good

The more he gets to know someone the more he is thinking about the worst possible thing he could say to that person. The more he likes someone, the less likely he is to say it. It's his safe card. Knowledge he could destroy someone makes him feel safe

Cam is cheerful, tardy, forgetful, moody, flirty, provocative, manipulative, very charming when he wants to be. He experiences all ranges of emotions everyday. Starts out depressed, impresses people and feels amused, comes all serious and returns all giggly

Cam seems to be always in control, because he accepted the total lack of control. He is whimsical, impulsive, adventurous and ready to go with whatever the wind brings

Cam doesn't judge people. He knows their worst sides, makes them come out around him, hopes to do so in fact; but he never judges

His favourite things are tragic romance novels, writing bad poetry, standing in the rain and horror. He likes the opportunity to cry and feel like it had a reason

He is completely defenseless to cats, loves dragons, is actually very capable double mage of aural/soulfire magic and the element of electricity and his analytical mind really means he is a genius in praxis about anything he tries out

The character dynamics will be coming in the next few chapters :D

Thanks for the question set, Ren^^