#and that bed looks hella cozy

[viulus]

Finally tried out Ghost Trick tonight

[buckyalpine]

Okay okay, that Wakanda Bucky imagine was soooooo hella cute 🥺❤️

Would you do a continuation of it where they live happily in the hut and maybe with some smuuuuut ? 🙊 The idea of him in that Hut, all cozy and romantic is not leaving my mind

WAKANDA BUCKY? YES, I will gladly give you more (this can be read as a standalone) There's something about Bucky in Wakanda that's just so soft and comforting to me. That sweet baby with his goats, just living in peace for the first time ever in a place where no one can hurt him. It's also the first place where he can just be himself without the pressure of worrying about anything else.

Just you and him.

He's just so in love with you; his words can only do so much. He wants to make you feel good in the most intimate way possible. He wants to physically give you what words won't translate.

He's nervous though.

He knows you love him for all of his imperfections; there's no doubt you adore every single bit of him. He has no reason to worry about what you'd think.

But this beautiful sweet boy is shy anyway.

Too shy to tell you he wants to make love. Too shy to slip his hands onto your bare skin even though he knows you wouldn't stop him. Too shy to even insinuate he wants more. Ever since you've moved into his hut, he'd wanted you closer. You cuddle every night and he loves the feel of your soft body nuzzled right by his side but its just not enough. He always tells you he loves you and how much you mean to him but it doesn't compare to the way he wants to just melt into you.

He manages to hold his tongue until one night when he just can't anymore. He's cuddled up on your chest while you both lay in his cot and he feels so safe and loved. He wants you now, more than ever. He doesn't even want to take you apart and wreck you; he just wants to love on you softly but he's not even sure if he can, I mean he only has one arm-

"What is it Buck" You whisper, carding your fingers softly through his locks, pushing back the few strands that fell from his half tied hair. "What you thinking about" you let your finger trace over his features, smoothing the crease between his brows that he makes when he's deep in thought. He blushes at you catching his mind in action, blinking with wide eyes before chewing his lip.

"I-

"What is it sweet boy" You continue to let your fingers gently dance over his face and the action makes him purr, leaning for more of your touch.

"I want you"

"You have me baby" You whisper, your heart beating a little faster wondering if he was implying what you were thinking, what you'd been wanting and craving for ages-

"No angel, I want you" He says in earnest hoping you'd understand, "I just-I'm not sure how" He looks down at himself, now afraid to meet your eyes. How could he make you feel good if he only had so much to work with. "I want to make you feel good"

He hesitantly lets his hand slide along your hip up to your waist and slipping under your shirt. The feeling of your bare skin is already so addicting, he starts to work at taking your clothes off as soon as you nod with a needy please. He finds you so unbearably gorgeous when you're naked on his bed and at one point he thinks that might be enough.

Your bare form is everything to him and he'd do anything to worship your more sacred places.

He'd be such a precious baby when it comes to you undressing him. The pink on his cheeks spreads to his ears and he can't help but gush at the way you kiss every scar and freckle on his skin when you let his robe drop to the floor.

"You're perfect" You whisper and he shakes his head because he's nothing in comparison to you. Not with all those angry red lines scattered across his chest, scars covering most of his skin.

"Not like you angel, I'm not-

"You are. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are soldier, how perfect and strong your body is" You don't let him argue, a gasp slipping past his lips when you wrap your hand around his length and start to pump. He's about to protest again because this is about you but he has no idea how long you've been waiting to do this for him.

"Please Bucky" You softly beg and he's an absolute goner when you wrap your hand around his aching length. Just when he thinks it couldn't get any better; your warm soft palm stroking him up and down, you tell him how beautiful and perfect he is and he swears he could cry.

"Look at how pretty you are baby" You coo, perched between his spread legs, leaning over to suckle the tip, humming at the taste, "Can't believe you hid this all from me for so long baby"

"Another-fuck sweets-another night, God I'll cum-you gotta stop" He whines as you release with a pop, your lips covered in his slick. He pulls you to lie down beside him, thinking about all the times he imagined making love to you. Looking into your eyes, letting his body cage you from the rest of the world, just you and him and nothing else.

But it wasn't easy with 1 arm.

"M'sorry baby, I-" Bucky stuttered, feeling unsteady as he hovered above you.

"Lay down for me" You cut off his rambling with a kiss to his lips before letting his head fall against the pillow. "Just wanna feel you Jamie, be close to you" You moan, rubbing your now dripping pussy all over his cock. "Want you inside me"

"Put my cock in you angel" Bucky's feral side made an appearance while he held his length letting you line up with the tip, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him finally pushing into you. "Fuck babydoll, wanted this so bad"

"oh fuck" You threw your head back at the feeling, all the pieces inside you coming together as you sank all the way down making you feel complete. "You feel so good inside me Bucky" You whined, grinding and rocking yourself on his thick length, feeling him in your belly.

"C'mere angel, please" He begged, reaching for you and pulling you causing you to fall onto his chest. He planted his feet and started to thrust up making you cry out. "Wanted to make love to you baby, I-fuck I love you so much, wanna make you feel so good"

"Feels-so-good-hng" You whimpered between thrusts, nipping and sucking bruises onto his neck while he held onto you tightly with his arm. "I'm-so close-

"I'll make you feel good" Bucky groaned, pushing you back up and slipping his hand between your bodies while you leaned back and held onto his thighs. You cried out as he found your clit, moaning louder with you and he toyed with your pussy.

"That feel good baby?" He panted, letting his thumb rub your clit in fast circles, your silky soft bud throbbing against the digit, "You look so pretty with my cock in you angel, cum for me, cum for me pretty girl"

It didn't take long for you to shatter around him, and Bucky followed right behind. He nearly sobbed as you collapse against his chest while he pumped you full of his load, not bothering to pull out long after his cock softened. Cuddling with you with his spent cock warm in your soaked pussy was his favorite part of the night. Nothing was more intimate than the both of you so closely connected, whispering sweet nothings while tangled under the soft sheets, the both of you falling asleep in the warm, cozy air of the hut.

[fushigur0ll]

FOCUS, MILES

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — you are trying to make miles study for his upcoming test but he couldn’t help it and be distracted because of you

includes: curse words, kissing, cuddles, procrastination from miles and fluff as usual.

“miles, baby come on let’s study then we can go lay down peacefully” you giggle as he playfully blows raspberries on your neck, causing you to squirm and kick your feet. you’re ticklish and that’s something miles keeps engraved in his brain along with the thousands of things he knows and loves about you. whenever you’re upset? you’re gonna get tickled till you’re smiling again. you frustrated? tickles. you can even be happy! and he’s tickling you because he loves seeing you show your beautiful smile.

“don’t wanna” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and pinning you down so you can't escape. "Is this the procrastination miles talking right now?" you gasp, feigning shock as you surrender and run your fingers through his hair. he purrs and enjoys the knots untying in his head, getting more comfortable onto your body.

“why don’t you wanna study with me?” you ask softly, looking down to stare at his curls. he lifts his head up and lays his chin on your chest to stare back at you with a soft look.

“because you’re my distraction”

“…that was hella corny babe, i’m sorry” you snort and then you both start dying of laughter. you hugged him tightly as you giggled and he laughs stuffing his face back into your neck.

“it’s the truth though” he smiles and stares back at you again. he cups your cheek and leans up to peck your lips”

“stop before i throw myself out the window” you cover your face and he laughs again. he gently removes your hands and scoops you up, bringing you to sit on his lap at his desk.

“even when you are my distraction, you’re my best motivation” he whispers, wrapping his arms around your waist with his chin on your shoulder. you can't help but smile at his sweetness and turn your head to kiss his cheek. “i love your corny flirting” you whisper back and he shakes his head with a smile on his face.

Miles chuckles and gives you a squeeze. "I know you do," he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder before picking up his pencil and getting back to work…but it wasn’t even a milisecond before he puts the pencil down and sighs harshly

“can we just- miles” you glance at him with a tone of warning and he just slumps into his seat, his face squishing into the back of your neck.

“i just wanna lay with you please” he fusses, picking you up again as he stands up and throws you to the bed, watching you bounce lightly on it.

“i can never win with you can i?” you sit up, shaking you head but welcoming him with open arms and he gladly tackles you back down to the bed, getting comfortable once more.

“no” he smiles and sighs softly. you nod and kiss his cheek, relaxing with him. you both gazed out the window into the bustling city of brooklyn. the room was cozy and warm, with soft blankets and pillows strewn about, creating a haven from the outside world. as you both cuddled, you could hear the sounds of the city outside, from the honking of cars to the distant chatter of people on the streets. the view from the window was breathtaking, with the city skyline towering in the distance and the sun setting behind it, casting a warm glow over everything.

“what if we get married” he blurts out so softly that you almost couldn’t have heard him in the moment. you freeze and you glance down at your boyfriend in surprise. “where did this though come from?” you inquire, pretty curious on what made him say that out of the blue.

“miles, baby, we haven’t even finished highschool yet” you smile and start rubbing his ear softly, a small habit you picked up from cuddling with him.

“i know but..i do love you and i know you love me” he hums and you raise a playful eyebrow. “and how do you know that” his face drops at your response and gets a pillow to cover your face. your muffled laugh fills the room and he takes off the pillow to just stare at you with a deadpanned look. “i’m kidding baby, i am, i am” you smile and cup his soft cheeks, bringing his face closer to kiss him. he couldn’t help it but smile against your lips, kissing you back.

“i’ll get you a promise ring” he mumbles, pecking them once more to cup your face in his large hands. “a promise ring that should never ever be taken off at any circumstances” he smiles and rubs his thumb under your eyes. “a promise ring that i will pray every love and hope i have for us into it” he kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there.

As you listen to miles speak, you can't help but feel like you're in a dream. you feel a deep connection with him, and the thought of spending the rest of your life with him fills you with excitement and joy. the promise ring he speaks of is not just a piece of jewelry, but a symbol of his commitment to you, your future together and he makes it known to you and the world of he wanted to. the thought of wearing it on your finger fills you with a sense of pride and belonging. With every millisecond that passed by in this current moment, you find yourself falling deeper in love with him. The way he looks at you, the sound of his voice, and the warmth of his touch all make you feel like you are the luckiest person in the world.

“..baby?” he rubs your arms “you okay?”

you shake out of your train of thoughts, focusing back on miles again who looked concerned. “yeah? oh sorry, i was just lost in thought” you smile softly.

“what we’re you thinking about?” he asks, lazily wrapping his arms around your waist again.

You take a deep breath before answering, wanting to express your feelings as best as you can. "I was just thinking about how much I love you, Miles. And how grateful I am to have you in my life”

Miles' eyes soften as he looks at you, his grip on your waist tightening. "i’m happy you feel the same exact way how i feel..even when i think my feelings are more stronger then yours” he chuckles “you do make me excited to wake up in the morning and be greatful that i have a family that loves me and a girlfriend right by my side”

you feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you just stare at him. “you’re supposed to be doing homework” you laugh tearfully. he laughs with you and wipes yours eyes gently.

“always wanna be an ass about my homework” he grumbles, pulling on your cheek and you scrunch your face.

“mm and this ass that’s always on your ass, loves you” you make a dramatic kissing noise as you kiss his lips and he laughs, pulling you back in to kiss you again, his lips soft and gentle against yours.

“luckily, my ass loves you more” he hums, and pulls you into another warm hug again just to enjoy one another’s warmth and presence

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NOTE- um it keeps seeing that there is requests but when i look it ain’t THERE😭 so i think it’s fixed now because i tried everything so sorry for those who had requests because it’s deadass not there anymore 🙁 but other then that i’m open to requests!! i need more stuff to write

[withleeknow]

thirteen percent.

pairing: minho x reader genre/warnings: established relationship, fluff; mentions of drinking, cursing, hella unedited and tbh i kinda gave up toward the end but i wanted to post smth lmao word count: 1.2k note: inspired by the events of friday night in which i had 1.3 bottle of soju and promptly passed out while unmuted all night in my discord server lmfao

as always, i’d appreciate any thoughts or comments you may have, and please drop a like and/or reblog if you enjoy reading ♡

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the first thing you do when you wake up is scowl.

at the sun. at the sky. at the cars and at the people going about their day on the street below. at soonie and doongie when you find them just peacefully existing in their respective corners of the room.

at minho who's looking at you from the doorway with an amused expression on his face.

"look who's finally up," he says, approaching the bed with a glass of water in his hands. "it's almost 1pm, heathen."

you groan, covering your face with your hands as you try to sink further into the mattress. "why are you so loud today?"

"this is my normal volume?"

"your normal volume is loud."

"hmm, could this be because last night you knocked back an entire bottle of soju and then some and therefore you have a raging headache right now?"

you blink, still delirious from the night before. it's obvious that the alcohol hasn't completely left your system and minho is right. there's a pounding in your head and you wish it would stop.

you ignore his sassy quip, trying to recall what happened. "how did i get home?"

it was supposed to be a cozy night in with your friends. you'd been looking forward to last night for weeks because all of you had been so busy with your respective lives, and a fun girl's night was desperately needed. to catch up, to gossip about your partners, to escape your tiresome realities for a few hours.

and of course, to unwind and drink. not to the point of being blackout drunk; just to de-stress a little.

"how do you think?" minho asks, holding out the water for you until you muster enough strength to sit up and take it from him. he watches as you greedily gulp down the liquid to satiate your dry throat, giving him back the empty glass when you're done and lying back down again. he sets the glass on your bedside table before he joins you under the covers. "boyfriend of the year went out in the middle of the night to drag your ass home."

"you took me home?"

"i just said boyfriend of the year, didn't i?"

despite his smartass attitude, minho still snakes an arm around your body to pull you close to him, until your head is lying on his chest while he strokes your hair gently.

"it was just soju. plum soju!" you try to justify your actions, throwing a leg over his and snuggling further into the warmth of his body. "only thirteen percent!"

minho scoffs. "that's how they get you. the fun flavors make you think that you're gonna be fine if you do just a couple more shots. next thing you know, you're sending your boyfriend gibberish messages at 2am."

to emphasize his point, minho shows you his phone, goes straight to the text thread you two share.

you mostly sent him nonsense, seemingly a lot of keyboard smashes and blurry drunken selfies of you and your friends. then came the last few messages.

you: oh naue why rom sponnign you: i wsntto go homrr you: mimo tskeeee me homeee

"oh." you purse your lips. "drunk me was a moment."

"no, she was a lot of moments actually. you stayed up for almost two hours after i brought you home."

"doing what?"

your boyfriend looks down at you, an unimpressed look on his face before he rolls his eyes and sighs, recanting the story of how you exhausted him just hours prior.

"stop squirming," minho said, trying to keep your head from lolling to the side as he wiped at your face with a cotton pad doused in micellar water.

but you kept giggling, kept trying to hold his cheeks so you could kiss him. "mimo, you're so pretty. my pretty, pr-" hiccup! "pretty mimo."

it took him thirty whole minutes just to take your makeup off, then another forty five to go through your skincare routine.

-

it was an entire struggle to get you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear because apparently, the feeling of him tugging your blouse over your head and sliding your jeans down your legs tickled that amorous part of your brain - your horndog side, if you will.

you instantly latched onto him, climbing on top of him to sit on his lap, attempting to trail kisses along his neck when all minho was trying to do was put your t-shirt on.

"not now," he scolded you lightly, pushing you away by your shoulders before he held your arms up just long enough to slip the shirt over your body.

"whyyy not?"

"mostly because you're about ten seconds away from passing out."

but that wasn't something that your intoxicated brain could comprehend. all you understood was that your boyfriend didn't want to have sex with you, that he was rejecting you.

you went quiet all of a sudden, your lips pouting, your eyes turning glassy before you practically sob, "you don't want me anymore."

minho could only sigh.

-

"what now?" he had finally managed to get your restless ass into bed, thinking you'd surely knock out within seconds of hitting the sheets. but when he returned to the bedroom five minutes later, having cleared away your clothes to be put in the washer in the morning, minho found you lying on your side, your eyes glued to your phone, your face illuminated by the blue light coming from the device. "why aren't you sleeping?"

you were going through your camera roll, watching your old videos like they were your favorite tv show. videos of you and him, videos of him and the cats, or just random videos of him that you took when you thought he wasn't paying attention.

it was cute how you were so immersed, how you kept giggling and making heart eyes at the version of minho captured on your phone. it made him smile, just standing there and watching you like that.

it was beyond endearing, but it was also fucking 4:18am.

minho snatched the device away from you and put it somewhere you couldn't reach before he settled into bed with you.

"i miss my mimo," you whined. "give me back my mimo."

he knew there was no use in telling you that you didn't need to miss him when he, the object of your affection himself, was lying next to you. instead, he just yanked you closer, tucking your face into the crook of his neck and holding you tightly so you couldn't move, hoping that it would eventually lull you to dreamland.

"your mimo is right here. now go to sleep, you menace."

"and not to mention you kept-"

"nope." you put a hand over minho's mouth so he would shut up. "i've heard enough."

he pushes your hand away. "i deserve compensation for what i had to go through last night."

"the satisfaction of taking care of your wonderful girlfriend wasn't enough for you?"

"no," he says. then, you both just stare at each another for a few minutes.

"fine," you relent. "i'll make it up to you with one hundred kisses."

"i want a cat tower."

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[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

*°:⋆ₓₒ day 1. lingerie

.｡❅*⋆⍋*∞*｡ “all dolled up”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ — ❤︎ you wanted to look extra pretty for phantom on the holiday season

pairing: phantom ghoul x afab!reader

a/n: let’s kick off this seasonal event with our favorite bug :)

cw: nsfw content. lingerie. phantom going feral for reader.

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“gorgeous little thing… all dolled up just for me. ohhh you’re going to make me lose it with how damn good you look.” —❤︎

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what a nice way to celebrate the seasonal festivities this year.

slipping on the last piece of laced fabric, a satisfied sigh escaped your lips as you checked yourself out in the mirror, admiring how your body looked.

“damn, i picked the perfect one.” you whispered to yourself, whistling as you traced your body gently with the tips of your fingers.

you were right, the lingerie you picked out looked hella fine on you. the white laced fabric hugged your body snuggly, highlighting every dip and curve, while still leaving a fair amount of exposed skin out in the open to just tease anyone who got as much as a glance.

the pretty little laced stockings just added to the look, creating a delicate look on your body, but it kept that seductive charm to it. the perfect blend of sweet innocence and spicy flair.

you looked like an angel. an extremely sexy one at that.

oh phantom was going to love how this looked on you.

he’s been so busy with the band, and the annual cheers of christmas were one of the only few times he could have a day off.

despite his demonic heritage making christmas rather frightening for a ghoul like phantom, he enjoys the quality time he gets to spend with you over his well earned and deserved vacation.

and you were going to make it extra special for him.

tying up the last ribbon on your laced arm warmers, the lingerie was just the finishing touch to this gift. you looked hot, and damn did you know it.

“oh he’s so gonna ruin his pants over this.” you snickered mischievously to yourself, running your smooth fingertips over the exposed skin on your thigh.

now it was time to set the stage for a warm, cozy and steamy night.

gathering a few things in a nicely wrapped up shoebox, you pulled out a container of rose petals, scented candles and a lighter. fluffing up the comforter on phantom’s bed, you scattered scarlet red rose petals across his bed to set the mood.

the candles all had scents related to nature and winter, but none of the smells were too strong to ruin the setting of this risqué abode. lighting the candles and setting them in candle holders, you carefully laid out each candle on a surface away from flammable objects, but were placed in a way that made the atmosphere even more alluring than it was before.

you laid down on the bed, head resting against the pillow as you posed in various angles. now, there was only one missing puzzle piece to this perfect surprise.

phantom himself.

but you were patient, you could wait.

the reward would only be more fulfilling if you did anyways.

spreading your legs slightly, you leaned back and rested your hands between your thighs, just testing out different positions to see what would get phantom the most riled up.

legs in the air? nah.. that’s too provocative for the start, something more subtle maybe. arms behind your head? no… that was too basic, at least in your textbook definition of basic.

on your stomach? now that’s a pose.

you laid flat on your stomach, hands clasped gently underneath your chin, perching your head up at the door where you were anticipating for a certain bugger to walk through.

your legs were crossed. this will definitely be a night to remember alright.

you could barely contain your smile, and just laid on phantom’s bed, looking as adorable as ever. your mind was already envisioning the different things phantom was going to do to you.

was he going to flip you over doggy style and push your head down in his pillow, forcing you to take him from behind? rip up that pearly white lingerie like a starving man and just eat up your cunt? perhaps he might even force you down on his him, make you gag on his dick until your vision was blurred and you were seeing nothing but stars.

you didn’t oppose to any of those ideas, as long as you and him got to feel good this year, that’s all that mattered.

and it seems that santa has heeded your wishes, because the faint sound of keys jingling together and a lock opening indicated that your ghoulish lover was home.

staying in your suggestive pose, you smirked devilishly as you watched the door to phantom’s door open.

there stood the quintessence ghoul, a little dazed from his guitar work, but when he fully took in his surroundings, his jaw hung wide open.

he even dropped a bag of what you could safely assume to be christmas presents.

phantom was just awestruck and absolutely dazed at the same time. he felt like he was being seduced by some sort of ancient, seductive deity.

goddamn did he like what he was seeing.

“merry christmas?” you asked, but your tone was very much amused.

“fuck.” is all phantom could utter out, inching closer to the bed, completely forgetting about the bags he was holding.

“well… i mean, if you want to then sure.” you teased, and phantom scoffed, rolling his eyes playfully.

“you little minx, you and that dirty tongue of yours.” phantom chided back, practically pouncing on the bed and crawling towards you.

you got up from your stomach and backed away from him on the bed, still holding that teasing gaze. it was like you were just begging to be taken already.

phantom’s calloused claws reached to grasp the soft, plump flesh of your skin, sighing delightfully as he kneaded the skin lustfully.

“fuck, doll face… where did you even get something like this?” phantom practically panted out, his slitted tongue tickling your earlobe.

“mmmh… secret.” you giggled. “let’s just say… aurora helped me out a bit.”

“of course she did. that little freak always has tricks up her sleeves.”

the quintessence ghoul just couldn’t resist, he attacked your neck with kisses and bites, lavishing your skin while he relishes the tiny gasps and moans you were making.

he smirked into your skin and continued.

“though i gotta say… she definitely did a good job.” phantom whispered into your neck. his tail tucking underneath your laced stockings and lifting up the fabric before letting it go and feeling it snap back onto your skin.

“gorgeous little thing… all dolled up just for me. ohhh you’re going to make me lose it with how damn good you look.” he praised, and his words left you melting.

phantom’s lips planted a soft kiss on your own lips, before he moved one of his hands to gently grip your jaw.

“white is definitely your color.” he growled out. “you look so hot, it makes me wanna do sooo many bad things to you.”

“heh, and you called me a minx. you’re getting riled up and hard over what i’m wearing.”

phantom just scowls and attacks your neck again, nipping upwards until he reaches your jawline, to where he starts attacking it with kisses and bites. he pushes you down on the bed and smirks.

“shut up.” he jeers with a lustful tone, pushing his hips between your legs. “you wanted me to be like this. wanted to get me all hot and bothered so i can fuck you like a goddamn animal.”

he pushes his erect, clothed cock against your delicate white panties, rubbing his hardness against your wetness, groaning in pure excitement as he watches you squirm beneath him.

“ahh.. and it seems the little minx wants to be fucked like an animal too.” phantom teases, and you just scoffed.

“oh fuck off.” you retorted. “hnngh… i wanna know what you got me for christmas at least..”

phantom chuckled.

“well, i got you something… rather risqué too.” he snickered. “i guess great minds think alike, eh?”

you perked up at this mention, and your eyes flickered over to the gift bags on the floor that phantom dropped. through whines and whimpers, you managed to utter out.

“nngh… what’s in the gift bag?” you asked, smirking as you already had an idea of what kind of gift phantom had gotten you.

the guitarist only mirrored your devilish grin and used his tail to grab onto the handles of the gift bag. reaching his hand in it, he pulled out a pair of fuzzy handcuffs.

giving you a lustful and needy look, phantom proposed an offer. “so, do you wanna make a mess?”

you couldn’t resist the idea. let’s make this a christmas to remember.

“damn right i do.” you finished off.

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[sbizz25]

Chp 2

Chapter 2 

The team was talking to Y/n to try to get to know her better but Damian stood up from the couch and Beast Boy was in front of Damian. 

Beast Boy: “Woah and your hair Y/n is So pretty — OwW”. Damian pushed Beast Boy out of his way and Beast Boy fell on the floor.

Blue Beetle: “Yo  Beast Boy are you okay??”, reaching out his hand to help him out.

Beast Boy: “Yeah I’m fine”, rubbing his butt and then he looked at Damian. “Hey! What the hell was that for?!”. Damian just glared at Beast Boy.

Damian: “All of y’all need to stop fooling around and get back to your room soon cause we have a big day tomorrow! And Beast Boy stop flirting with the newbie”. And he turned to Y/n and pointed at her. “And you don't think that just because NightWing told me to train you doesn't mean that I’m going to, Good Night, I’m leaving”. He was walking out of the room and heading towards his room.

Blue Beetle: “Jesus what’s his problem??”, Raven turns to you and pats your shoulder.

Raven: “Don’t worry about him, he isn't that bad of a person plus we’ll be here to help you out with training”.

Blue Beetle: “ Yeah if you want I can help you tomorrow morning ?”, Y/n writes down on the tablet and says “Yes! I’m down to train with you Blue Beetle”.

Blue Beetle: “Great I can't wait, we can meet at the training room–”, Starfire claps her hands together 

Starfire: “Alright kids it is 11:30 pm, we all need to go to bed, we have an early day”

Beast Boy: “Aww man we’re just—”, Starfire turned around and Death glared at him “Ha ha– I mean yeah we’re just going to bed”. All the team went into their rooms. Y/n walked into her room, closed the door, and looked around the room.

Y/n mind: “Wow this has so much more stuff and space unlike my old room”.

She walks to the window to look outside. “Woah this is a nice ass view, has a backyard or field and looks good with all the grass and trees and flowers all around it”. Y/n goes to her bed and hops onto it “God damn even the bed is hella soft so much better than having a thin mattress and a bed hard like a rock”. She grabs the blankets, wraps herself up with them, and puts her head on the pillow. “Hmm so soft and cozy— I think I might just fall asleep soon”. Five minutes passed by and Y/n was dead asleep on her bed when the door of her room opened and someone came in the room.

??: “Jesus she didn't even lock the door, it's like she's asking me to come in”.

Damian closes the door behind him and he walks up to Y/n where she is sleeping. He is standing right next to her looking straight down at her.

Damian mind: “Look at her, Sleeping peacefully”. His hand reaches out to touch her hair. “Look at this hair, this color looks ugly and horrendous”. His hands move her hair out of her face so he can look at it better and puts her hair behind her ear. He holds onto the end of the lock of her hair and with his thumbs caresses it. “But the hair does feel very soft, such a shame that I have to cut it. He takes a pair of scissors from his pockets harshly, pulls on her hair tightly, snips off a bit, and puts it in a plastic bag. “I’m going to keep this just for information purposes”. Y/n started to move around but she was still sound asleep. Damian did not move an inch until he knew the coast was clear.

Damian mind: “Shit that was a close call, I need to hurry up and finish what I had to do”. His hand moves her hair out of the way so her neck can be exposed. He takes out a small box and opens it up, there's a needle. “Alright, the snowflake this won't hurt a bit”, his finger flickering the tube getting it ready for the shot. “It will just be a tiny sting, I just need to know where you are at all times and this thing will help me out”. With one of his hands, he squeezed a bit of her neck and aime the needle at her neck and slowly put it inside her skin injecting the microchip inside of her and pulling out the needle once he was done. Y/n quickly woke up and her hands slapped her neck, on the part where the needle was inserted.

Y/n mind: “Oww what was that? Did something just bite me?”, she looks around the room and sees nothing and quickly goes back to sleep. Damian was right behind the door holding onto his breath and not moving a single bone. He looks back at Y/n watching her sleep and once the coast is clear he shuts the bedroom door.

Damian: “Phew that was a close one but at least now it's done and I need to check and see if it worked”. Pulls out his phone, goes into the app, and sees if the microchip worked. On the screen, it pops up Y/n’s name showing her location. “Good, the chipped worked out perfectly”.

??: “What worked perfectly?”. Damian quickly puts his phone away in his pocket and looks up and sees Jaime (Blue Beetle ) wearing his Pjs shirt and shorts and holding a cup of water.

Damian: “Ohh it's you, well it's none of your business”. Jaime looked at him confused and concerned.

Blue Beetle: “Eh okay if that's what you say so”, takes a sip of his water “Also we’re going to train with Y/n tomorrow if you wanna join in ?”

Damian: “ I’ll think about it”

Blue Beetle: “Okay then see you around then”.

~~~~~~Next Morning ~~~~~~

Y/n was still sleeping soundly when she started to sniff the air a couple of times, she woke up.

Y/n mind: “What is that smell, it smells hella good”. She gets up from her bed and opens the door and just keeps following the scent to where it's coming from. She arrives at the kitchen and sees Night Wing wearing porn and at the stove cooking food. 

??: “Ohh Y/n you’re finally up ?!”. Y/n turns to the right and sees Starfire on a chair eating at the kitchen table. “How did you sleep last night?”. Y/n writes down on the tablet and shows it to her “I slept pretty good, What's that good smell? Is it the food??”.

Starfire: “Ohh yeah Nightwing is cooking some pancakes for breakfast”, Pulls out a chair, “Here have a seat, I'll bring you some pancakes so you can eat”. Y/n sits at the table and hears the rest of the team coming to the kitchen. Beast Boy stretching his arms up in the air.

Beast Boy: “Hmm hmm hmm What are you guys cooking??”

Nightwing: “It's about time you guys woke up!”

Blue Beetle: “Sorry sir it won't happen again”. Blue Beetle and Raven sit down at the table with their pancakes.

Starfire: “Here you go sweety, pancakes with syrup, Ooh Would you like some orange juice?”. Y/n writes down “Thank you and Yes please”. “Alright then coming right up”.

Starfire goes up to the kitchen counter which is nearby where Nightwing is cooking. She grabbed some cups from the drawer.

Raven: “Starfire Can I have some orange juice too?”

Blue Beetle: “Ohh yeah me too please”. 

Starfire: “Yeah sure coming right up”. Beast Boy walks up to Nightwing.

Beast Boy: “Heyyyy Nightwingggg”, “What do you want Beast Boy”, “Did you make some vegan pancakes for me??”, “Of course, I did it in that pot”, “Okay thank you!”.

Nightwing sees Starfire grabbing a bunch of cups and struggling to open the fridge with 2 fingers.

Nightwing: “Here Star, let me help, you go pass out the cups and I’ll hand out the juice”. He opens the fridge and grabs the juice. While he was pouring out the juice he saw everyone there except for Damian.

Nightwing: “Have y’all seen Damian??”.

Blue Beetle: “Hmm I’m not sure, I think he might be in the training room training”, “Hmm okay thank you”. Meanwhile, the team was eating breakfast, and Damian was practicing in the training room. He used the control room to make hologram robots so he could fight them. He will be using his sword to fight. 

Damian: “Ughh”, swinging his sword at the robot's hologram, slicing its head off when the other robot was trying to shoot at him, bullets coming from its arms. Damian dodged the bullets, ran around the area, and then jumped in the air grabbing his sword with both of his hands. “Ahh take this!”, He cut its arm off but then the robot attacked Damian’s head with its other arm but He quickly ducked down. Then using his word he swung up, slicing its other arm off. “Ha nice try android”, He jumped in the air again and spun the robot on its chest, knocking it down on the ground. He started to walk up to the robot’s face and smashed it's face with his foot, shattering it and killing it. “That was too easy”. Grabbing a water bottle, chugging it, and wiping off the sweat from his face.

Starfire: “Good job Damian! Keep up the good work!”. Damian looked and saw the whole team walking into the training room. Damian rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue “tsk” and ignored them, grabbed a towel, and sat on the floor leaning on the wall.

Beast Boy: “Damn Damian, you have been using the training room for a while, can we have a turn?”

Damian: “I don't care, go ahead”, putting the towel over his face, covering his eyes.

Starfire: “Okay guys don't forget to stretch before you do any type of combat or training, I'll be in the control room, just tell me if you want me to change anything or levels for the holograms, or if you need anything just let me know”. Everyone gave her a thumbs up, and Starfire walked away into the room. Beast Boy and Raven got paired up for stretching.

Y/n min: “Woah the training room looks so high-tech”.

??: “Hey do you wanna be my training partner for today?”, putting his hands out. Y/n looked at who was talking to her and it was Blue Beetle. She smiles at him, nods yes, and grabs his hand.  Beast Boy and Raven were bust helping each other stretch.

Blue Beetle : “Okay!, ¿estás lista para tu primer día de entrenamiento?” ( are you ready for your first day of training?). Y/n stopped and froze and looked at the Blue Beetle. He stopped walking and looked at Y/n.

Blue Beetle: “Hey Y/n why did you stop?”. Y/n quickly grabbed the tablet and showed it to him. “Wait, tú también sabes español?”, Blue Beetle looked at Y/n with wide eyes, “Oh My God, Twinses!!”. They both held hands and jumped around happily, Blue Beetle was squeaking in excitement. Damian lifted the towel off his eyes and saw what all that noise was about. He sees Blue Beetle pulling Y/n into a hug.

Blue Beetle: “ I finally have a Spanish-speaking buddy!”. Damian’s eyes were wide up and quickly took off the towel on his face and accidentally hit the wall too hard with his hand and made a loud bang noise. Everyone turned around to look at him.

Beast Boy: “Hey are you okay man—”

Damian: “Shouldn’t you guys be training and not fooling around?!!” yelling at them while looking straight at Blue Beetle with a mad face. Blue Beetle gets out of the hug.

Blue Beetle: “ Okay let’s start training”, He walks up to a barrel to grab one wooden staff and hands it to Y/n. “Have you tried fighting with a staff before?”. Y/n is Holding the staff and moving her head from side to side saying no.

Blue Beetle: “Well that's okay we can teach it to you?”. Y/n writes down “We?”. “Ohh yeah, I forgot to introduce you to Scarab”. Blue Beetle transforms into his hero armor and Y/n is surprised and takes a step back. 

Blue Beetle: “It's okay, don't be scared”, he turns around and points to the big beetle that's on his back, “This is Scarab, this little guy is the one that gives me powers and this sweet ass suit, Scrub makes me a sword”. He creates a sword on his right arm. “Okay, you wanna start holding your staff with both hands at the end of it”. He uses his sword to lift Y/n’s staff in the air so it can be straight up. 

Blue Beetle: “Just make sure it’s straight up in the air ready to attack”, He hits the staff lightly, and Y/n almost drops the staff. “Also you have to be holding it nice and tightly so it won't come out of your hands”. Y/n nods and holds the staff tighter this time. “Okay, start swinging left”. She swings left and Blue Beetle swings right. “Okay now go right” She does right and he does left. Damian is just watching them train and judging them. 

Damian’s mind: “Does she not know how to fight at all like any combat? Like how did she even ever qualify to make it in the team?”. With Raven and Beast Boy, they were teaming up to fight the robot's holograms. Beast Boy transforms into an elephant to stomp them and Raven is flying around and lifting items and throwing them at them. Y/n got better and used the staff and Blue Beetle decided that she was ready to fight the robots holograms. Then later on, Damian got sick of watching them practice, he got up and started walking towards the control room. He bangs on the window and Starfire looks up and sees Damian, she opens the door.

Starfire: “Yeah what’s up Damian?”, “ Can you switch the hologram robots into a tall pillars battlefield”. “Yeah sure just let me tell the team–”.

Damian: “Never mind I’ll just do it myself”, “Damian wait–”. He goes up to the controllers and switches it into the battlefield with tall pillars. 

Beast boy: “Hey! What was that?!”.

Star goes on up on the mic and clicks a button to turn it on, “Hey sorry guys but we’re going to practice this way now”. Damian comes out of the room and walks to the team. “Yeah, I’ll show you how to properly train”. While looking at Y/n

Blue Beetle: “Ohh now you want to join? And help?”

Damian: “I was resting and now since you were helping her on how to fight, I want to test her and see if she learned something from your teachings”. 

Blue Beetle whispers under his breath “I'm a pretty good teacher”, Y/n looks at Blue Beetle to see if he's alright. Starfire on the mic, “Anytime time, any day now guys?”.

Blue Beetle: “It’s okay Y/n, you can go, you got this just be careful and fight back just like you did in training”. Y/n nodes and heads towards the battlefield, Damian is already there waiting for her with his sword and Y/n has her staff. The rest of the team was at the end of the room, sitting down and resting and going to watch the battle. Starfire on the mic “ Alright you too, y’all on the pillars—”. 

Damian interrupted her “Hurry up so we can start already!”.

Starfire: “Don’t You Rush Me With the Announcements! You Little Shit!”. The room went quiet and studded by Starfire's outburst “Eh hmm”, clearing her throat, “Okay just be careful when you are on the pillars, make sure you’re watching your balance blah blah”. Y/n looks down at the ground.

Y/n mind: “Jesus Christ thor pretty high up, I have to watch my step”

Starfire: “1! 2! 3!Fight!”. Damian quickly sprinted, jumped and headed towards Y/n. She stops looking at the ground and looks up and sees Damian running towards her with anger in his eyes.

Y/n: “ First of all how the fuck is he not falling”, she tried to jump to another pillar “Woah” She almost lost her balance but caught herself in the process. There was shouting in the distance yelling her name.

Blue Beetle: “Be Careful Y/n! Just watch your step!”. She nods and turns around and sees so close to her that he jumps in the air. He grabbed his sword with two hands and struck it down to hit her. She quickly puts her staff in the middle of her to try to protect her from the attack. But Damian’s attack had some strong force to it that she had to jump to the next pillar just to be safe.

Y/n mind: “That was a close one”, she looks down at her staff, “What The Fuck, it got cut in half!!”. Damian quickly starts heading towards Y/n again but she starts running away avoiding his attacks at the same time.

Y/n mind: “He’s trying to kill me!!”. Damian was behind her swinging his swords left and right. 

Damian shouted: “Stop Running Away And Fight Me, You Pussy!”.

Y/n mind: “This guy is crazy!! Hell Nahh!”

Starfire on the mic: “Y/n sweety, I know this might sound mean but you have to fight back it's part of the training”. 

Blue Beetle mind: “ I don't like this one bit, I just have a bad feeling something is going to happen".Y/n stops running.

Y/n mind: “Okay let’s do this”. Damian swings his sword to the right but Y/n blocks his attack with the two broken staff holding it together.

Damian: “I guess you finally decided to fight back huh”. He pushed the sword harder towards Y/n. She glares back at him madly. “What's wrong? Cat got your tongue”. Y/n got triggered by what he said and kicked him right in the stomach.

Damian: “Arguhh you little bastard”, from the attack, he dropped his sword and hugged his stomach. Y/n took this chance and dropped her broken staff and tried to grab the sword that was on the ground, she bent down but Damian kicked her making her fall on the ground. Then he stepped on her hand hard, rubbing his foot causing her pain.

Damian: “Come on yell, I wanna hear you in pain and beg me to stop”. He goes on top of her.

Y/n mind: “Fuckk this hurts like a bitch”. She tries to donkey kick him but he blocks it.

Damian: “Nope that's not going to work on me this time”. He grabs her arms, putting them behind her back. “Come yell I’m waiting”. Y/n still didn't budge even from all the pain he was causing her.

Damian: “ Fine then if that didn't work”, with his other arm he takes out a small blade from his pocket, and puts it right against her neck. Slowly moving it on her neck, making a small cut on her neck, but still nothing. He decides to drag the blade down to her stomach and then goes under her shirt and slowly starts to go up.

Y/n mind: “Fuck that shit is cold!, I need to think about something”. She moves her head backward hitting Damian right in the nose.

Damian: “OoWW! You shit fuck”. Y/n starts running, trying to get away.

Blue Beetle: “Starfire! This is getting out of hand! Make it stop!”

Starfire on the mic: “Damian please, Don't be aggressive, we're just practicing”. Damian ignored her and threw the knife at Y/n, slicing a part of her leg. She stopped running to hold her wound but Damian was right behind her and tried to throw a punch at her but she quickly dodged it. 

Damian: “Come on, use your power on me, if you have any”. She tries to block his attacks but some of them do land on her, and she does fight back as well. Damian did a sidekick, hitting Y/n on the side of her shoulder. Without paying attention Y/n lost focus of where the pillars she was and lost balance. The force from that kick pushed her outside of the pillar.

Blue Beetle: “NO!”. Y/n was about to start falling but she quickly grabbed Damian’s leg, dragging him with her. Blue Beetle quickly activates his armor and its wings and starts to head towards them hoping to catch them. But he didn't get there in time, Y/n hit the floor and Damian fell right on top of her and she heard something crack from her body. He quickly gets up.

Damian: “Hey are you okay—”

Blue Beetle: “What did you do to her!”

Damian: “Nothing I—”, Raven flying falling right behind Blue Beetle. “Is she okay??”

Blue Beetle: “Please scan Y/n to see if she is okay”. The scarab starts scanning “Phew okay it's nothing bad just some cuts and a broken arm”.

Damian mind: “Ohh that was the crack, At least it was an arm nothing too serious”

Blue Beetle: “What is your problem!” yelling at Damian, “Didn't you hear Starfire to tone it down!”

Damian: “Man shut up!”. Starfire steps in “Okay guys that's enough calm down, Raven please take her to the nursing room”.

Raven: “Yes ma'am”

Blue Beetle: “ No it's okay I’ll do it myself”, goes to Y/n slowly picking her up. Y/n quietly crying in pain. “I'm sorry I know it hurts” holds her in a princess carry and walks out of the room, Raven following them behind.

Beast Boy: “Hey I know you have anger issues but this time you kind of took it too far dude”. Some walked into the room.

??: “What did you do this time Damian?”He turns around and sees Nightwing.

Damian: “It's nothing bad, it's just I accidentally hurt Y/n in training”. Night Wing rubs his forehead with his hand.

Nightwing: “Oh my god Damian, these are your teammates, and you have to get along with each other, not kill each other. All I have to say is that you better come up with a good apology to Y/n. I don't want to lose a member because of you”.

Damian: “Yes I understand, it won't happen again sorry”.

Damian mind: “Fuck what am I going to do now”. 

(Hey y’all I hope you enjoyed Chp 2, and thank you for your patience :) , chp 3 right up soon)

[batdiangelo]

Dionysus and/or Dionysus kids headcanons? If you do that, but it’s worth a shot:)

YES I LOVE DOING THIS, I HAVE SO MANY. thank you sooo much for this question dez!

okay so, Dionysus definitely cares about the campers and the camp itself.

It shows when he heals Chris Rodriguez from the bout of insanity, it shows when he grieves for Castor and asks Percy to look after Pollux.

I like to think his kids also care like that

they care so deeply for their close friends and family that it hurts sometimes

Dionysus can't show it normally anymore because he's seen so many hopeful kids get their spirits crushed.

he's also seen them die. countless times.

if gods could dream, Dionysus would be plagued with haunting nightmares.

Dionysus kids are really good with plants, but not as good as Persephone or Demeter kids

They're also the type of people who say "I listen to anything!" for music and they mean it.

They have the best outfits. Sorry, cabin 7, but their fits slay, hardcore.

that being said, Specifically Pollux has TERRIBLE style.

My OC Grayson's style is definitely also bad, he dresses similarly to his father (oof)

Dionysus leaves shirts and stuff in the cabin and somehow his kids are stealing them and wearing them better than him

He doesn't know where they get the style from

The cabin has all the best quality "Slime tutorials" of your favorite musicals. You do have to take some chores off their camp chore list to get the footage though.

can and will rant to you about Gender being a social construct while wearing clothes typically associated with the opposite gender

Grayson is genderfluid, and so while he definitely prefers masc terms and whatnot there are days he goes all out with dresses and skirts and he literally slays

Castor will definitely go all out with a skirt, but dresses are a different story.

Dionysus secretly encourages his kids to break the gender normality.

Dionysus is definitely also a hands on dad, He tries so hard to be there for his kiddos before they reach camp age

in my story, the twins are at camp as early as 9 years old, simply for two reason- hella powerful and bonding time with Grayson

but, Dio was there, giving the twins mother (I've named her Marryane Moncharm) any help she needed.

for Grayson it's a different story, so you'll have to read the story to see

but I digress

At camp, he's attentive with his children, listening to their issues, giving advice if they want it and a distraction if they need it.

He will, however, tell his children that silly drama is below him before helping.

Dionysus has a secret obsession with dad jokes

think Patton from sander sides, but way more disgruntled and gruff than typical.

Dionysus has made Zeus tell a dad joke without realizing it, and to this day, it is his best achievement ever.

Has a shirt that says "Dad jokes? I think you mean Rad Jokes." and will wear it unironically.

as for his actual cabin and how I picture it.... that's a whole different set of headcanons.

I've previously said I think the cabins got a major upgrade at the end of the titan war thanks to annabeth, I believe.

prior to that, Cabin twelve feels the most homely.

there's no big harsh lighting. only soft warm lighting.

the beds have the best bedding ever, like it's so cozy

lots of theatre memorabilia hanging up

uh, like that one guy from only murderers in the building, I forget his name but he had theatre stuff all over his apartment- like it was a lot

also, Dionysus definitely has like, his item of power hung on the wall in there because he Does Not Care™ and the only rule is no touching the insanely powerful pinecone stick (Thyrsus)

Cabin 12 to me is the physical embodiment of Noah Kahan's music if that makes sense.

there's a bunch of headcanons for you friend! I hope you enjoyed them!

[alice-after-dark]

The Red King and the Unicorn - Homecoming

Heavily inspired by The Last Unicorn, Howl's Moving Castle, and Beauty and the Beast.

Guys wake up, @hiemaldesirae dropped epic art and I got hella inspired to write more for this AU

Vox doesn't remember falling asleep. He doesn't remember leaving the carnival and he definitely doesn't remember arriving at this lovely little house.

His sits up slowly. The room is nice and well furnished and there is a neatly folded pile of clothing resting on the end of the bed. Vox has never been human before, but the clothes are easy enough to figure out...with a little bit of trial and error.

He grips the railing to the stairs as he makes his way down. It's bad enough that he's never walked upright on two legs before, but it's only made worse by how atrophied - how weak - his body has become from being confined to that small cage for so many years. It feels inevitable when he loses his balance and starts to fall. An arm closes around his waist.

"Easy there, kid."

The manticore helps him to a seat at the table. The downstairs is simply one large room with the kitchen, dining area, and sitting room all set to different corners. It feels...cozy. The cat creature is lighting a fire on the stove and sets about grabbing food from the icebox.

"Bacon and eggs sound good to you? I don't really know what you guys eat."

"What's bacon?"

"Meat."

"Oh. That's fine. Thank you."

The manticore blinks. "So you guys really are carnivors. Thought that was just a rumor."

Vox shrugs. "Some are, some aren't. We don't need it to survive, if that's what you mean."

"Huh. Good to know."

The cat - Husk!, Vox remembers. His name is Husk! - grabs a cast iron pan and soon the house is filled with the wonderful smell of cooking food. Husk hums to himself as he cooks and Vox lets his gaze wander around the room. There's a small side door just off the kitchen and what he assumes is the front door is situated closer to the sitting room. Outside, he can hear the bustling of life. They must be in a town.

Husk opens the side door. "Hey, Niff! Give the laundry a break and come eat before it gets cold!"

He holds the door open as a young goblin girl bounces into the room, scrambling into a seat at the table with several books stacked on it. Her single eye locks onto Vox.

"Ooh! The pretty horse is awake!"

Vox blushes. "Mm not a horse..." he mumbles.

"Be gentle with the guy, Niff," Husk says, placing a plate of the promised food in front of the tiny woman. "He's had a rough time of it."

If Niffty hears him, she doesn't show it, already tearing into her eggs with gusto. Husk shakes his head but he's smiling and he puts another plate before Vox. The unicorn mumbles a soft "thank you" and the manticore returns to the stove to finish plating his own food.

When Husk covers a fourth plate and sets it aside, Niffty stops eating to frown. "Is Alastor not joining us?" she asks. She glances forlornly at the empty seat at the head of the table.

Husk shakes his head as he joins them. "Nah, sorry, Niff. The boss is out running some errands. Said he'd be back before noon though and he promised he'd cook dinner cause he knew you'd be disappointed."

The woman instantly brightens. "Yay! It's been a while since he cooked!"

Husk only nods in agreement.

Vox stares at them. To hear these two address the Red King so casually...it feels surreal. He'd been expected to join them for breakfast and now apparently he'd be cooking for them, specifically to appease the little one. It's too strange and too removed from everything Vox knows of the Red King to make any sense.

"Everything good, kid? You're looking a little lost."

Vox jolts back to attention, noting both Husk and Niffty staring at him. He flusters.

"I-fine, I'm fine." He tries to grab the pronged thing next to his plate like the other two are doing, but his grip falters and it clatters back to the table.

"Oh!"

Niffty leans across the table, her tiny hands curling his fingers around the piece of metal. "There you go!" She sits back in her own seat and shows him how to use the edge to cut into his eggs. Husk seems to have predicted his struggle as Vox notes his bacon is already cut up into smaller bites. Considering how awkward his handling of the (fork, Niffty calls it) is, it's probably best he not use a knife just yet.

Unfortunately, Vox knows all too well what those are. He resists the urge to touch the scar over his left eye as it tingles with phantom pain and remembrance. He distracts himself with his food instead.

Husk is a very good cook and once they've cleared their plates, Niffty returns to the laundry while Vox helps Husk with the dishes. When the last of them have been dried and put away, the manticore helps him to one of the couches in the sitting room before wandering away to tend to something else. Curiosity overtakes him and Vox pushes the curtain aside to stare out the window.

The streets are alive with people and carriages and chatter. Vox has never been in a town properly before. He's hung on the outskirts, watched them from afar, but he's never entered one. It was too dangerous...not that it mattered in the end.

The front door opens suddenly and Vox starts as the Red King sweeps inside, trails of shadows around his legs. He looks different again, more human than he had on the night Vox was rescued, but still distinctly...not. Confusion hits him. From his vantage point by the window, he has full view of the door. How had the Red King approached without Vox seeing him?

His thoughts are interrupted.

"Ah! You're awake!" The Red King taps the end of his staff against the floor. "Lovely! You gave us all quite the fright when you fainted like that!"

Vox remembers now. The rush of dark power. The swirling shadows. The unforgiving pressure coming at him from every angle. The Red King had used his magic to move them and Vox had fainted during the travel.

"My apologies," the abyssal being continues. "I should have expected you to be vulnerable to such things, given your captivity. No matter. We'll build up your resistance yet."

He crosses the room and takes the covered plate from the counter before settling into the one chair that had remained empty during their meal. He uncovers the food, still steaming and piping hot as though freshly pulled from the pan, and tucks in. Husk enters not long after and the two strike up a conversation as to the details of the Red King's outing. It's...startlingly domestic and Vox finds himself even futher confused. And one question plagues him more than anything.

Why am I here?

[pynkricee]

Blood In Your Hands Part 2

🤍The ChoGo Love Story 🤍

After hiding her identity to a strange man named Choso Kamo, KyiGo finally started to realize how important Choso is becoming in her life. The love and connection they start to share will determine if her life is worth sacrificing for him.

Art by AliyahArtss on Instagram 🤍

After about a fifteen minute walk, this Cayla finally led me back to her home. I was surprised as I walked in by the home, which was a mix between modern and cozy with an older-style vibe to it. As I walked through the living room area, my eyes seemed to dart around everything. I couldn't help it. I was curious.

After taking our shoes off and placing them by the door, she decided to lead me upstairs to show me her room. Which was a cozy yet somewhat messy space that seemed to reflect her personality. I traced my hands against the curved wallpaper that was placed smoothly on the walls as we walked to the room next to hers. It was a spare room, with a small, yet comfortable looking bed that could fit two people. It was laced with satin black sheets and black curtains that covered the windows. “This is where you'll be sleeping tonight. If that's okay with you..” she said to me in a low tone, as she opened the door wider for me to get a better view.

I walked into the room reviewing every inch of it before I turned to her and nodded quietly. It was a small space, but I had to admit it looked comfortable and warm. A bit of a contrast to the overall dark feel of the house.

As I looked over to her, I was almost shocked by how much trust you were placing in me to be here with you. I was a dangerous person, but only I knew that and even if she noticed that about me, especially by the smell of blood she sniffed on me earlier, it didn't phase her.

“Thank you for trusting me.. I promise.. nothing bad will happen.” I whispered to you as I looked down at the floor, almost in disbelief that you still trusted me like this.

She giggled slightly at my remark. “I didn't think anything bad ‘Would’ happen. I was just being a nice person and helping someone who needed it.”

I nodded as I could feel my expression on my face softening a little. “I have a question for you.. if you don't mind..”

I notice her eyebrow lift as if I didn't ask enough questions already. “Sure.. what is it?”

At this exact moment.. I was hella nervous. I ended up shifting my weight a little bit before speaking.

“If you don't mind, why are you letting me stay with you..? I asked, looking at her with genuine curiosity.

“Like I said before… I saw someone who really needed it. I saw a man who needed somebody. I mean.. what else was I supposed to do?” I could see the look on her face start to turn into pure guilt by what would have happened if she had just left me at the park. That was the last thing I wanted her to feel. But I could feel my eyes widen and my chest flutter at the same time. Even If she didn't spell out exactly what she meant, I caught her drift.

Without saying anything more to her, I stepped forward and gently placed both hands on her cheeks. I then leaned my head forward and slowly brushed my lips against hers. This time I noticed her eyes close, as the kiss was gentle and soft. I wanted to show how appreciative I was of you and this was the only way I could think of doing it.

I opened my eyes to notice hers were still closed, as they then slowly began to open.

She was the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. I felt like this moment was literally going in slow motion as I pulled my face from her. Her dark skin with a light hue. Her beautiful thick lips that felt like the most gentle pillows you could ever lay your head over. And there was something dark about her aura that drew me into her. I couldn't quite seem to pull myself away, nor did I want to.

I noticed her deep brown eyes flutter as she stared at me in mine. “I'm sorry.. Cayla.. it's just.. I couldn't help myself…” I whispered softly as my thumb started to caress her right cheek. In that split second, she closed her eyes again, leaning in kissing me back softly. I could feel my breath being to hitch in my chest as my eyes stayed open as I returned the kiss.

The kiss was soft and short as she swiftly broke it and looked back up at me. I couldn't help but smile as I pulled back, my gaze and my attention fully on you. I could feel my heart speed up as I let go of your cheeks and stepped back to give you some space. Being cautious not to take this any further than where it was already going.

“What.. was that for?” she whispered, her body language now being more calm as she stood in front of me. Her face was just as red as the shade of lipstick that covered her lips. I could feel my face warm up as you looked directly at me. I had to turn my face away from her to keep my urges from persuading me to go any further.

I quickly crossed my arms and slightly turned my body to the side. “ I.. just …felt that I should show you.. how thankful I am..” I was definitely trying to keep my emotions under control at this point but I could feel that rush that I was having toward you and I still couldn't fully understand why. Why was this happening to me? And with a human? A human woman at that..

“Do you think.. it's strange?”

She then gave me the strangest look as if she wanted to burst out into laughter. I could feel my head leaning back as my lips sneered on the side of my mouth, ready for the disappointment of her answer.

She then let out the cutest laugh, looking me directly in the eyes, placing her hands on her thick hips. “Ha! It is strange. Usually a hand shake would do. You must be drawn to my lips to keep wanting to kiss me the way you do.”

I couldn't help but blush and take another step back again, letting out a small sigh. “I know.. but.. your lips are just so beautiful.” I responded with a slight nervous edge to my voice. Dropping my hands to my sides. At this point, I couldn't keep my emotions under control as I could feel my breathing speed up tremendously.

“Well thank you Choso. I'm going to get some things ready for you to take a shower, okay? You can stay here if you want and make yourself comfortable before I come back.” I nodded as she then finally walked out the room disappearing into the hallway.

I wanted to keep looking at you , but I knew that might be inappropriate. Standing in the room, I turned the light on and closed the bedroom door behind me and sat gently on the bed. I leaned back and took a deep breath as I thought about how beautiful red lips were and the feeling of kissing you. I then threw my head back and looked up at the ceiling.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” I whispered in a low tone to myself. “I'm a death womb, a curse created for the soul purpose of killing and I'm in a woman's house, kissing her… and wanting to do it again..” I then took a deep breath and closed my eyes as I leaned forward, resting my arms over my legs. I opened my eyes and looked down at the floor, really in deep thought about what I was doing.

After a couple minutes passed, you knocked on the door and came in with a few towels and a change of clothes for me. A pair of black sweats and some matching socks. I stood up off the bed as your tiny stature walked over to me. “ Here you go, and you have a shower right over there in the corner. So you know, your own private bathroom.” You said smiling to me. Your smile was contagious. I couldn't help but smile back as I could feel myself blushing, as I received the items out of your hands.

“Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I could feel this feeling of just being drawn to you physically, but in a way I never felt before. You seemed so much more than just a female that wanted to help me at a time of need. You were a goddess and I was nothing more than a lowly cruel cursed spirit.

“Come downstairs when you're finished, okay. I'm fixing us some Pho.” She said walking back towards the door to exit the bedroom. Her fingers wrapping around the door frame.

My eyes widened, I was so confused by the offer of food you were willing to give to me. “You're.. making food for ME?” I asked with an expression that was a mix of gratitude, surprise and disbelief. I could feel my voice becoming shaky as I quickly nodded my head. “I-I'll be right down.”

She let out another small giggle that coughed me to almost stand on my toes and sent shivers down my spine. “Yes.. I am. You're hungry aren't you?” She then gave me the purest smile and walked out the room. “Take your time in the shower. If you need anything.. call me.”

I nodded and smiled widely. I was almost surprised that you were showing so much affection and care for me. I've never had anyone show this much appreciation for me at all in all the years I've been on this earth. “I'll take my time..” I said as I heard you begin to walk down the stairs. I placed the essentials I had in my hands next to me as I sat down on the bed for a minute. I threw myself back on the bed again and looked up at the ceiling thinking about what just happened. I felt like this whole situation was a dream. An almost perfect woman who invited me to stay with her after just meeting me. This had to be better than any romantic fantasy that I ever imagined. But in the back of my mind, there was still something about her that I couldn't put my finger on.

I finally took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down as I stood up from the bed and headed over to the bathroom.

After switching on the water, and ensuring the temperature was just right for me, I undressed, placed my clothes on the floor and entered the shower. As I stepped under the spray, I could feel so much stress just wash away from my body as I closed my eyes, letting the hot water run from head to toe. As I stood there, I began to recall everything that had happened today, how I had ran into her, how she brought me home with her, and the kiss you gave back to me. I could feel my heart begin to speed up again with just the thought of you. The way you were caring for me, the way you offered me to stay in your home.

I couldn't be falling for her… I couldn't be. That just doesn't make any sense…

As Choso was taking a shower upstairs, I decided to go ahead and take care of myself downstairs in the spare bathroom I had near the kitchen.

I went ahead and took a decent hot shower that took about ten minutes. I knew by the time I was out he would probably still be under the spray in the upstairs bathroom. I could tell he went through and was going through a lot at the moment and I didn't want to put more on him that he couldn't handle right now.

Once I exited the shower, I threw on some baggy shirt, no bra and some silk pants that flowed when I walked. Even though I had a stranger in the house with me, I still wanted to be comfortable in my own surroundings. But I couldn't help but wonder if he was doing okay.

I was still lost in thought as the hot water ran over my pale skin. The heat and steam was so comforting to the point where I could feel my muscles loosen back up. It felt like pure heaven, and I honestly didn't want it to end.

“Choso.. are you okay in there?”

I immediately snapped out of my trance, realizing that she was standing outside of the door. “I'm fine.. Im.. just taking my time.” I responded over the running water, hoping you couldn't hear past the lie I just told.

“Oh.. okay… I was just checking on you. I'm still here if you need me.” I could hear her footsteps slowly walk away from the door as I let out a sigh as my breath started to shake.

“Ill.. be out soon.” I responded as I tried to remain as casual as possible.

“Okay.. like I said I'm here if you need anything.” I could see your feet finally disappear from underneath the doorway. I let out a sigh of relief as I heard the door close behind you as you left the room. Your presence has such a calming effect on me that it made me nervous in a good way when you were around me. I turned the shower back on and continued to rinse the remaining suds off my body.

After a few minutes, I finally shut the water off and stepped out of the shower. I managed to finally calm myself down even further while I was bathing which was a surprise even to me. Stepping out, it felt like the world was suddenly in an entirely different light, as if I was able to leave my old world of curses and sorcery and just experience the bliss of this exact moment.

This was a moment that I dreamed of for a long time, that I've always wanted for myself. But who knew that it would take someone else to give it to me in return. Someone I didn't expect to come into my life at the most random of all moments. As a curse, I felt like I didn't deserve this at all. I felt like I wasn't worthy of you.

I didn't deserve you…

[sparkles-and-trash]

Hawks and Dabi were in the middle of what should have been a quick and easy fight, but when Dabi gets hit with a quirk that puts him into a deep sleep, Hawks panics.

The whole «having feelings for someone» thing is still new to him, and it makes his bird brain do some weird stuff sometimes.

Like pick up his sleeping «mate» in the middle of a fight and just take off with him.

Hawks didn’t even realize it, but somehow he had brought the sleeping villain to his home, and not the shiny, Commission appointed apartment, but his actual, real home.

The small, cozy studio with a mini fridge, a microwave, a bean bags and a couch from a flea market, a matress with no bedframe by the window, and hella blankets and pillows.

His instincts were so hyper vigilant that he didn’t even stop to realize what this meant, and only focused on placing Dabi on the matress between the blankets and pillows, trying to get him as comfortable as possible.

After he checked the villains quirk in the regresty and comfirmed it was just a sleeping quirk and nothing worse, his focus shifted to Dabi once again, and this time he actually took the time to really look at him without the panic from before.

After months of being together, or something, it still startled Hawks how peaceful Dabi looked while sleeping.

Hawks slowly started to take off Dabi’s heavy boots, then managed to wrestle him out of his heavy jacket, and finally, with a struggle too big for him to ever admit, he managed to peel the villains way too tight pants off his long legs.

Hawks started to undess himself while he walked to the small bathroom, kept the door open as he brushed his teeth so he could keep an eye at Dabi, and finally made it back to the makeshift bed in just his boxers.

As he made his way into the bed next to the still sleeping villain, his need to protect once again spiked his brain, and he found himself wrapping around Dabi as much as possible with just his limbs, and when that was done he used his wings to cover them both.

Sure, when they awoke the next day and Hawks’ brain was clearer from the instincts and Dabi was rid of the sleeping quirk Hawks would have a whole lot of explaining to do, but luckily for them, neither of them was aware of that right then.

As Hawks allowed himself one more look at Dabi’s sleeping face before he shut his eyes he swore he could feel his heart ache fondly, and a soft coo escaped his throat without his consent.

When his eyes finally slid shut and sleep overtook him, with his mate in his arms, safe in his very own nest, Hawks slept better than he could ever remembered having done before.

[throneofsapphics]

can I request elide x f!reader? elide is a bit drunk and, encouraged by manon, confesses her feelings towards reader?

closed doors & open bottles

Elide x f!Reader

Summary: Manon interferes, giving Elide the final push to tell you how she feels. 

Warnings: none, maybe useless sapphics? idk

A/N: i loved writing this so much, thank you for the request!

“Humans,” Manon hissed, “tell her, or I'll do it for you.” 

Elide huffed, glaring at the witch from the corner of her eyes, before brushing down her skirt. “Fine,” she said, with more confidence than she felt, and rose. 

Manon gave her a curt nod, something she interpreted as approval. But, Elide snatched the bottle of wine, pouring herself a healthy portion, before bringing it to her lips. She let the entire glass slide down her throat, warmth pooling in her stomach and chest. The back of her hand swiped away the few droplets clinging to the corners of her mouth. She ignored whatever derogatory comment about northerners Manon let out, and focused one foot in front of the other as she made her way to the door. Just a few paces shy, it flung open on its own. Revealing you. The object of her attention for the last several … well, long enough Elide didn’t want to admit it, even to herself, lest the feelings of cowardice creep back in. 

“Oh,” your cheeks flushed as you took in the room. “Sorry, I’ll come back  -” 

“Actually,” Manon cut in, stalking towards you. Elide’s eyes widened and she prayed Manon wouldn’t take the reigns for her. “Rooms all yours,” she slid past you, not without planting a hand at the small of your back, shoving you into the room before closing the door. You whirled around, staring at the door for a few long seconds. Elide took the time to take in your features, the slope of your neck, the way your hair swept around one shoulder, exposing just a hint of your back. How smooth your skin looked … maybe she’d drank a tad too much. 

You turned slowly, and Elide focused on keeping her hands from shaking. She was hyper aware of her room, of the cozy bed in the corner, the hearth roaring, the wood coffee table, worn down by years, plants growing over and around the window, and the cozy worn sofa. In all, it was a large space, but with you - everything seemed to shrink down, like the world narrowed down to both of you, like you were the only ones existing. And you, you were looking right at her, eyes meeting hers. 

“What was that about?” You asked with a nervous smile, hands wringing in front of you. At least she wasn’t the only one a bit nervous. But - you were probably nervous because the Witch Queen had shoved you in a room, closing the door behind you. 

“Manon is …” Gods, where Anneith when she needs her? “Meddling.” Elide settled on. 

You cocked your head, “meddling how?” 

“I like you,” Elide blurted out, “I really like you.” 

“Oh,” you blinked, before your mouth parted, “oh.” 

“I’m sorry-” 

“Don’t,” you cut her off, holding up one hand. “No, I .. thank you.” Thank you? What in Hellas is that supposed to mean? “I - I was trying to build up the courage to tell you, “one hand rubbed the back of your neck, “it’s why I came here.” 

A smile, a genuine and beautiful smile came from both of you. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip and you glanced towards the bottle. “Do witches drink wine?” 

That … that was a random question. “No, not usually,” Elide answered honestly. Manon had told her they prefer blood, and she fought the shiver tempting to creep down her spine. 

“Did you need some liquid courage as well?” 

“Indeed,” she gave a small nod, smoothing her skirts again to give her hands something to do. 

You both stared at each other, as if trying to figure out who was supposed to make the next move. Anneith was still silent. 

[forbidding-souda]

Hi may i request some korekiyo x gn!reader fluff??? Like maybe a movie date or something

Korekiyo Shinguuji doing a movie night with his S/O

I'm so uncreative when it comes to this so you're real asf for giving me a prompt for this ily

-Mod Souda

It’s cold, but that hardly matters when it comes to organizing plans since all it means is that there will be thicker blankets wrapped around both of your shoulders. It also means that he’ll be cozied up in some sort of dark-colored sweater (always cute on him). 

Pajama pants are a go-to, whether you usually wear them around the house or not, it’s time for coziness. 

Some sugary snack lays in your lap as he sometimes makes himself equally sweet, apples with caramel, and you wait in the living room trying to set up the movie. He finds more comfort in natural sugar. 

Maybe a hot drink is placed on the coffee table in front of you, which you sometimes use as a footrest. When he sees the glass, he puts a coaster under it, not giving any facial signs of annoyance or offense. Perhaps he’s used to it already.

He likes documentaries, and he doesn’t prefer inaccurate history-based movies. He can settle for horror ones, of course, but the pop-cult of modern movies is as entertaining to him as something from 70 years ago. 

Whatever you choose, he supports it, finding no reason to complain at all. He wraps his arm around you, and you rest against him in whatever way makes you most comfortable. When he ties his hair up, it’s much more relaxing for you, as you don’t have to worry about pulling it when you cuddle up next to him. Whenever you do, he never lets out an ‘ow’ but rather a low grunt as he frees himself. 

These movie nights are like when he takes you to the museum: it’s quiet, him silent and you with a small smile on your face. Sometimes you like looking at his face. He has a strong jaw that clenches when he’s focused, and he analyzes a lot, he furrows his brow too. His face is vaguely expressed as he does a lot of unintentional micro-expressions, it’s cute, and oftentimes worrying when he looks angry at something. His anger is scary–-terrifying, even.

He appreciates the arts, so movies are a part of that; in the same category as culture and mythology. He hardly picks the movies because sometimes you find them boring (monotonous voices with topics you both know nothing about and are not interested in learning… why is it so niche? What are you going to do with this information?) but his eyes light up and you find him adorable when he shows genuine interest in things. 

^ That doesn’t mean you dislike everything he enjoys. Sometimes it’s hella interesting, and you are invested enough to ask him not to turn it off (“my love, it’s 11 pm” “okay well you’re the one that put it on in the first place”).

He can be romantic asf and do the thing where he will pamper you, running his fingers up and down your arm or placing small kisses on your head at random times. He likes touching you. It’s so cute like he loves watching the smile small form on your lips whenever he does things like that.

He’s the one that will clean up mostly. If you’re the type of person who likes cleaning, he’ll always beat you to it, but he loves the help. He likes being the ‘responsible’ one and he considers cleaning up after movie nights one of the main ways he can portray this feeling. 

^ Another way he conveys this is by doing the bed every morning. He cleans hairs off of the bathroom and he does [his] laundry. 

So, cleaning up after movie night is one of his favorite parts about it. He’ll fold the blankets before moving them back up to the bedroom (where they will be soon unfolded, so what’s the point?).

[meliora-box]

GhostSoap hc’s because it’s almost 2am :D

-yknow what imma say it ghost gives me gamer vibes sometimes soap will catch him at 2am playing Minecraft or something and be like “for the love of god go to SLEEP”

-soap is definitely a metal head idc like bro has a MOHAWK I know he has a jacket full of patches with his favs he definitely likes shit like Metallica, System of a Down, slipknot, Ghost(heh) and etc

- he definitely introduced Ghost to Simon because of the OBVIOUS

“Look babe this band has ur call sign” “that’s nice hun I’ll look into it”

- Mary on a cross is their song I SAID IT ITS CANNON like the line “your beauty never ever scared me”????? THEM

- they have silly little movie date nights full of cozy blankets and snacks

-except one time soap suggested (forced) the 1997 Selena movie (because my version of soap is half Mexican) and thought it would be a GREAT idea (ghost hella cried at the end) “if I had to suffer thru it you do too”- Soap consoling ghost probably

-Soap is like every Latino mom and does his lil cleaning day with loud ass music blasting(he ain’t called soap for nothing🚶🏻‍♀️) and poor ghost just lays in bed like bro AGAIN⁉️

- Ghost teases soap for his height (he’s not even that short ghost is just GIGANTIC) but anyone else does it he squares up immediately

-Ghost definitely wants a dog but knows Soap is TERRIFIED of them (probably where he got the chin scar from)

-soap probably teaches ghost how to dance for the next time they go to another one of soaps family functions(Ghost pretends to be reluctant but secretly likes it because he likes the physical contact)

- in my version of them Soap is trilingual (Spanish, Scottish Gaelic and English) and Ghost is Bilingual (English and French because I think maybe his mom was French) he knows a BIT of Spanish but not a lot but soap teaches him

- Ghost likes bad bunny thanks to soap LMAOO

-like imaging that big ass man pulling up to base with bad bunny full blast I’m now laughing my ass off to that image💀

- Soap thinks beans on toast is HILARIOUS he once saw the rest of 141 eating it and just died from laughter on the spot

- Soaps family loves ghost although his older brother and sisters definitely gave him the shovel talk because that’s THEIR baby brother but let’s ghost into the gang because they see he’s a cool guy

- ok back to the songs thing every time Mary on a Cross is on and the “your beauty never ever scared me” part comes on Soap always looks at ghost and quietly sings the line with this dopey look and ghost ALWAYS gets flustered

Ok I’m done it’s now 3am I might continue this when the brainrot returns🚶🏻‍♀️🚶🏻‍♀️

[murfeelee]

IWTV 2022 INSP - You Must Think Me An Idiot!

Lestat: Ah. Quite drunk, this one. Rosemary…and something else. What is it, my love? Louis: I-I think it's the gin. Lestat: I wasn't talking to you. ???: Laudanum. Arsenic. *Antoinette unmasks herself* Lestat: *smugly* She was at the ball tonight! Like one of those girls on the telephone switchboard, eavesdropping in on things that she shouldn't. Antoinette: *mockingly quoting* "Too late, I've done it already.... One of the twins. He'll be dead on his feet in an hour." You miserable dogs! All: *angry vampire hissing* *Lestat grabs Louis, Antoinette grabs Claudia* Antoinette: DRINK! Louis: No! Lestat: Claudia should never have been made, Louis. Look what she did to us--she's corrupted everything! Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together-- *nausea, vomits poisoned blood!* All: !?!?! Claudia: *fights Antoinette off, stabs her with fire-irons* Antoinette: *dying gasp* Claudia: *smugly* Lestat, you must think me an idiot!

-- Interview with the Vampire, S01E07

MY THOUGHTS (turnt up at Queen Claudia's Coronation 🍻🥳🥂)

CLAUDIA IS THE FRIKKIN GOAT! ^0^

It's deliciously sad that no matter in what iteration or adaptation, this little girl will ALWAYS get the drop on Lestat, like...dang, dude. 🤣

Claudia's murder plot played out in the movie like a frikkin jumpscare--WOAH, she's a savage, queen, SLAY! 👸🏼🔪 But on the tv show she's a stone cold tactician EXTRAORDINAIRE. It is outright told to us that Claudia has all of these chess moves she's laid out. But the real suspense comes from how she'll pull it off; when it'll happen.

Then out of nowhere effing Antoinette pops up like a herpes flareup, and this grown effing adult is bigger & stronger than "built-like-a-bird" Claudia, grabbing Claudia by her hair and tryna force her to drink the twin's poisoned blood. And you might think oh no, all is lost! But YE OF LITTLE FAITH!

That's what happens to homewrecking side-chicks who put their 9-fingered hands on someone else's CHILD. THOU 👏 SHALT 👏 NOT 👏 COVET 👏 LOUIS' 👏 MAN--it never ends well, just watch Fatal Attraction! 👀 Now look at you--curb-stomped! Look at Lestat--poisoned! And Lestat, this is all YOUR fault, for cheating & beating on your husband, clown!

Ahhhh, Claudia's the best. (^_^)

"Antoinette will be MUCH more agreeable to our life together--" are you HIGH!? The copium must've been hitting HARD, for him to think LOUIS--let alone that jealous nasty Antoinette--would be happy living comfy frikkin cozy in his Brides of Dracula harem, meanwhile Louis' daughter was dead. Antoinette's death was Lestat's fault from the start, dragging her into his mess.

In the book, Lestat's male sidepiece Antoine also got burned a bit after Louis set Lestat on fire, but Antoine got away & survived, even though he was hella messed up for like, years. But I'm glad AMC put all that crap to bed, and made sure Antoinette's butt was cooked, once and for all.

Cuz Claudia takes ZERO prisoners. 👸🏽👑

Unfortunately for her, however, LOUIS certainly does.... >_>

Louis, my love...get help. U_U

Like I always say: Lestat got off LIGHT. AMC didn't even let Lestat get set on fire & nommed on by alligators. 😩 You can't win 'em all, I guess, but at least Claudia got Antoinette the heck on outta here, at least~! 👌

[tashobica]

Taphie Fic Shreds

As much as I'd wanted to kill and die for a romantic dynamic between characters like tam and sophie for the past well 7 years (jeez) of being aware of KOTLC, I no longer have any interest in indulging in the lore or the minor details of the books anymore, and thus these fanfics will never see the light of day - at least finished... I'm posting these just so that I don't have to feel that slight pang of guilt.

The scenes are really out of context and lack proper transitions, which is hella embarassing and why I don't actually expect anyone to find that much enjoyment in these tiny things. But I'll add context to all of them too just in case. The longest WIPs will go first, and then the rest are just short paragraphs.

Based in Lodestar, the moment before Sophie manifests as an Enhancer and she goes to the Hall of Mirrors(?). Biana and Tam have a one-on-one while they're working on it together(mostly stopped working on this because I was worried about the subtle inaccuracies if they do exist)

“So do your group’s recreational activities always have to do with working towards your intense missions?” Tam asked as they made their way up to the Hall of Mirrors.

“No, but that’s kinda all we need to be using our time to do, nowadays,” Biana said. “...I guess we had a slumber party a few weeks ago, but even that was to look through Alvar’s scrolls. Oh, and to keep us safe from the potential attack on Havenfield.” 

“Sheesh.” None of them ever seemed to catch a break. Luckily, he and Linh were used to that kind of thing. 

“But anyway, how’s life back in the Lost Cities going for you and Linh?” Biana asked Tam. 

They weren’t really ‘back’ in the Lost Cities. After all, they’d been living in one of the Black Swan’s hideouts and continuing to attend Exillium, even when they got to spend two days at Foxfire for it. But, overall…

“Peaceful.” 

It wasn’t like things were bad in Alluveterre–not at all, when they had the companionship of the gnomes. But he sure did like sleeping in a cozy bed with soundproof walls again. 

“That’s good to hear,” Biana exhaled, flashing one of those signature grins that had Tam looking away. He’d been quietly disparaging Sophie for her crazy love life, but could he really blame her when he seemed to fall just as victim to the charms of the Vackers? 

“Sorry that I brought you back here so suddenly, by the way,” she apologized. I just had the thought–since the Lodestar mirror has to do with light, and… Alvar was here to use it, then maybe it involves some Vanisher trick.” 

“Don’t worry about it. I was actually considering that, too.” 

She smiled at him in relief.

“Sophie probably would’ve wanted to come with, but to be fair, I think she needs the break, anyway. Teach her to rely on her friends, show her that we can be useful, too, and all…” 

She seemed to be mumbling her inner thoughts out loud, but it did have Tam thinking. He knew Sophie was The Moonlark and all, but did she really feel the need to be involved in everything? That sort of obligation must’ve been incredibly burdensome. 

“What’s she doing?”

“Sleeping.” She seemed to realize that she should probably elaborate, and added, “I don’t know if I should be the one to tell you, but Mr. Forkle just triggered another ability in her, so she’s probably out cold from the exhaustion of it.” 

“Another ability?” Tam remembered the plethora of pins he’d seen on her Exillium cloak and shuddered. Did she really need it? 

“I know,” Biana laughed at his expression. “But I think it’ll be really useful if we were to ever face off the Neverseen again.”

He was about to ask her what exactly she’d triggered, but they were already standing in front of the Lodestar mirror. 

“Here it is,” he flippantly announced. He paused, letting Biana take a few moments to inspect the mirror, secretly hoping something would click in her head, but she only looked back at him blankly. 

“...There’s really nothing unusual about it.” 

He sighed sympathetically. “Yeah, it’s been the same on my end, too.” 

She took a few more seconds to scrutinize it more closely, blinking in and out of view as she did. “...If anything, the pure light makes it easier to pass through, but that doesn’t suggest anything about how they might’ve utilized it…” 

He was half-expecting Biana to accept her failed hypothesis and call this impromptu investigation a day, but she continued to stand in place. 

“Do you have any other ideas?” Tam asked her. 

“No,” Biana admitted, “But I’m sure this mirror is important to whatever the Neverseen had done here. Give me time to think about it a little harder.” 

“Of course.” He wasn’t completely confident in Biana’s claim, but it felt nice to be working with someone else over the matter, so he decided to put his trust in her for the day. As the two of them stood in complete silence, Tam decided to examine the vast space of the Silver Tower. 

He didn’t have the time or the desire to think about it before, but it was some of the most incredible elvin architecture he’d ever seen. There was a little bit of irony in how he’d gone from attending three years at the run-down Exillium to being inside one of Foxfire’s revered towers. The sliver of a chance that he and Linh could come back to this school and attend classes within this very building gave him a flurry of mixed emotions. 

But then again… considering the current circumstances, it was still hard to envision a future of him and his sister attending Foxfire again like normal students.  (The conversation transitions to Keefe's betrayal) "I want to believe in him," Biana whispered. "I've known him for years, and I'm sure whatever the Neverseen's goal is will never convince him to turn over to them." "I don't think that's what the problem is, though," Tam argued. "I can tell he's not the type to want to cross lines, but if he's so in over his head about this plan of his that he can't tell not to cross them, what then?" She was silent. "...I don't know. But for as long as Sophie is willing to put her faith in him, I am too." That Sophie. Tam grumbled, "Have you ever wondered if Sophie hasn't given up on him for another, unrelated reason?" Biana, at first, glared at him like she had no idea what he could possibly be talking about. Then she sighed, and said, "Tam, I know you haven't been here long, but I think you misunderstand something." She turned away from the mirror and crossed her arms. "Sophie might not be as smart about boys as I like, but that just means she'd never let anything that silly cloud her judgement. She's just a genuinely trusting person, and she believes in anyone willing to be vulnerable in front of her." Tam didn't doubt that for a second - after all, she was the first person to not shy away at Linh's powers, Tam's shadows, or the fact that they were twins. It left a lasting impression on the both of them - especially when she'd stood up for them in front of their mother and father. "But still," Tam countered, "What does that have to do with my point?" "I'm saying that her faith in Keefe isn't as misguided as you think it is," Biana deadpanned. "Anyway, why are you so adamant about this topic? It's not like her will to believe in Keefe has anything to do with you. If anything, she probably wants to punch him the most out of anyone." BIana was right - why was he getting so worked up over this? He let out a defeated sigh, to Biana's amusement. "You know, Tam," Biana grinned, "if there's anything you have to say about Sophie, you can tell me." He sharply turned his head. "What?" She held up her pinky finger. "She's my bestie, I can tell you anything about her. Oh, trust me, though, I'll keep this a gooooood secret. Even from her." "No. Wait, what? No! What are you--?" He turned into a stammering mess, partially hoping that his bangs would cover the look on his face. Biana teased, "Oh, c'mon. I thought you were at least less oblivious than Fitz. Or maybe the topic of romance just embarasses you in general. Softie." At the mention of her brother's name, Tam finally came back to his senses. He coughed. "No way. I'm not associated with that little fanclub of hers at all. And I don't want to be." Biana sighed. "Okay, fine, I get where you're coming from. But," she placed a hand on her hip, "you have to admit you're just as weird as those three." Well, he didn't want to.

Based in Flashback, when Sophie and Fitz are bedridden after Umber(?)'s attacks

(Elwin told Tam to accompany Sophie on her night walks in Foxfire) It shouldn't have been this embarassing to be walking alone with Tam - it wasn't as if they were awkward around each other. They'd been seeing each other way more often, in fact. But something inside Sophie's head was screaming, 'You're alone! At night! With Tam! ALONE!' She shook her head lightly, trying to see if temperature regulation could cool her ears. She's alone with Tam. So what? "How've you been feeling?" The storm inside her head was so loud that she'd barely heard him speak. She thought about it. "Better," was the only thing she really felt like saying. "That's good to hear," Tam smiled quietly. "'Better' is always good. Especially after the state you and Fitz were in before..." Sophie could hear the lingering fear in his voice. "...You know," Tam said slowly, "I really did think that you and Fitz..." Sophie gave him an understanding look. Whatever they'd been through clearly showed, and it had an undeniable effect on Tam. She didn't feel like reminscing about such things, though, not when walking in the dark like this felt so peaceful and so silent. She chose to crack a small joke, instead. "At this point, it's honestly just another Tuesday." ~~~ (Under the assumption that Tam has visited Sophie and Fitz often, and he's walked into the infirmary again) "Don't you have anything better to do?" The look on Tam's face seemed to be genuinely hurt as he raised an eyebrow. "I didn't realize you weren't a fan of visitors." "No, it's not that." It was the opposite, really - Tam and Keefe's regular visits made her feel like she was still included in whatever might be going on outside. "It's just... You don't have to feel obligated to visit me - us - all the time." Tam walked up and sat beside her cot, waiting until she met his silvery eyes. "I don't feel obligated, you know," Tam told her sternly. "I'm here because I want to see you." Immediately, Sophie's mind locked onto the word 'you' against her desperate will, and she could feel her face warming unpleasantly. "Good to know." "Plus," Tam added, "the fact that you're so used to the presence of that one - " he points towards Fitz - "and Gel Hair implies that you must really need this breath of fresh air." He gestured to himself as said breath. Sophie tilted her head. "I mean, I don't really mind either of them, though?" Tam blinked, and the look on his face morphed into something she didn't quite understand. Before he could open his mouth to say anything, though, Fitz's voice sounded from across the room.

Random paragraphs that either lack context or don't really need any

(A really copium monologue written after re-reading Lodestar a few months ago)

For some reason, when Linh had revealed Tam's type to be brunettes, his thought process immediately delegated to a blonde girl instead. Which was baffling - he was sure he liked Biana. Mulling over it seemed aimless and totally pointless. Who cared, what mattered about the girls he may or may not be attracted to, in the context of an ongoing mass-scale political and interspeciesal conflict? And yet, he was still doing it. Clearly, the problems of said blonde were rubbing off on him. ~~~ (Was supposed to be a part of a post-Flashback series, but I got lazy) Sophie blinked at the sight in front of her. Of everyone she knew, the last person she expected to ever visit her house first was... "Tam?" Tam nodded. "Hey." "Hi? What brings you here?" He tugged on his bangs before admitting, "Nothing. I'm just bored. Wanna go to Mysterium?" She looked down at her pajamas. "You can go get changed first, obviously." "Is it just us two?" He paused. "...Yeah. I just want to go out, so I don't really wanna make some big group thing out of it." "What about Linh?" Tam raised his eyebrow. "I'm not attached to her by the hip, you know." "Right..." "So are you in, or not?" "Oh, of course." Sophie didn't have a good reason to say no; plus, she was kinda itching to go out as well. It would be nice for someone as mild-mannered as Tam to accompany her. ~~~ (Part of the same series as above, this time after midterms or finals or whatever)

“Woah.” Tam stared down at the heaps of gifts stacked up in Sophie’s thinking cap. “This Foster Fan Club really a thing?” 

“No,” Sophie vehemently denied.

He looked over at her with a smirk, as if he didn’t believe her in the slightest. She sighed–Tam was free to believe whatever he wanted. Why was he sticking around here, anyway? Wasn’t he already done with dropping crush cuffs over at Biana’s locker? …Sophie decided to refrain from saying that out loud. 

She analyzed the pile, wondering if she should haul the whole thing over to the cafeteria or just pick out the ones from people she knew, but even the latter seemed to be an arduous task. She knew a lot of people, after all: Biana, Linh, Dex, Keefe, Fitz, Marella, Maruca, Stina…

Hold on. She’d gotten a gift from Stina Heks herself, but someone was still missing. The boy in question gave her an inquisitive look when he noticed her shooting glares at him. 

“What is it.” 

“....Nothing.” 

She supposed that it made sense for Tam not to have gotten anyone a gift–something about his gloomy, reserved disposition or whatever.

~~~ (Possibly part of the same series, though written a lot lot earlier. They're sitting outside of Edaline and Grady's residence)

“So. Those two.” Tam didn’t make any gestures with his fingers nor his face, but Sophie knew exactly who ‘those two’ were. 

“Yeah.” There was nothing else to say. 

Tam paused. He was clearly curious, but he was careful in his speech. “...Have you… got one in mind?” 

She didn’t want to reply. Tam took that as the answer, and they both continued to sit in silence on the ledge, Sophie alternating between looking at her swaying legs or up at the glimmering sky—Why was the sky always so beautiful, no matter the time of day? Was this another elven invention that she had yet to learn?

She was sidetracking her own thoughts, because she could feel her throat clogging up with all the things she wanted to say. Girl talk, she supposes, but that wasn’t suited for this situation in many different ways. 

Why not just tell Biana? (Well, her brother is involved.)

Or Linh? (She was a little wary of who exactly she liked.) 

Marella? Hell no. She shouldn’t have brought up her name in the first place. 

Tam didn’t seem quite right either, but when she felt his presence beside her, neither overwhelmingly warm nor frigid, all the things she wanted to say that she clearly shouldn’t be saying in the middle of this 4-year crisis was coming up and out of her mouth right now.

“Keefe is just so—ugh, and Fitz? He’s… He’s…” Sophie sighed, kicking her legs against the ledge and secretly regretting it afterwards because of the dull sting. 

Tam snickered, and Sophie sharply turned to look at him. 

“Eloquent.” 

“You know what I mean.” 

“...I know.” 

He did? Sophie raised an eyebrow at the words—she wasn’t expecting him to actually say so. 

That's all! If you read all the way to the bottom, I declare you a true Taphie devotee, so as to go so far as to read some random's unfinished garbage. I really wouldn't mind if you're a fellow writer and got inspired by these... wink wink...

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Cute Abandoned Puppy

April 1, 2024

I want love but I feel unworthy.

I wanna wash away my mistakes but my hands feel dirty.

I wanna be patient but I’m already thirty.

I wanna tell my family but I don’t want them to worry.

I wanna get to the destination, fuck this uphill journey.

I wanna feel confident but my insides feel murky.

I come from a family that doesn’t express dark emotions.

And I’m repeating the pattern by escaping across oceans.

California’s too capitalist - maybe - just maybe! - if it wasn’t for the prices,

I would have stayed in the Bay Area and done hella tight shit.

Despite my roaming, I really do love my home.

Every time I return I’m reminded just how much I’ve grown.

Is this shit that I’m living all to make me realize

That Ventura’s got potential and I’ll help make it rise?

So that’s what I’ll do? After Australia, go back?

By then, maybe my brain will stop feeling so whack.

In future hindsight, when friends inquire, oh what will I tell them?

“How were your travels? The festivals?” Ah, the hell w/em.

The truth is my lack of flow has been a constant obsession.

It feels like my personality has gone through a regression.

What’s easiest is to hide my turbulent emotions with a smile.

Inside, the search for meaning perseveres, feeling longer than the Nile.

Always changing directions has me feeling like shit.

I must find my focus, the discipline to commit.

What do I want? A family. Security. Joy. Laughter.

Consistent community. A good job that matters.

A nook to read books full of cozy blankets and candles.

Card games, a shoe rack, someone to caress my love handles.

I ought to stop lying when people ask how I am.

I’m sad and I’m lost and I feel like a sham.

Constant worries about money torment my head.

It takes me an hour to get out of bed.

A laughter yoga workshop makes me wanna cry.

Even weed’s stopped helping - I’m low when I’m high.

So what is it? This funk, this era, this time?

To force me back to writing, remember to rhyme?

If so - then LOOK. I’m DOING it, OK?

Will sharing my feelings make the problem go away?

I’ve been banged on my head again and again.

If I was a bear, I’d crawl straight to my den.

There, nobody’d bother me and I’d have a look

Deep inside myself, meditate, and probably write a book.

About a woman who presented so happy go lucky

And underneath hid fear, like a cute abandoned puppy.

Afterword:

During the year I lived in Melbourne, I struggled to find a job that could support myself and the year long program I committed to. This and the dreadful weather lead to me spending much of my time at home, avoiding spending and the cold. Now that I’m traveling I’m feeling much better, yet, I find it hard to carry a conversation and banter with those around me. There is something in me that’s blocked or needs processing or something, which is the confusion I speak about. On May 27th I’ll attend a 10 day Vipassana silent meditation retreat, which I’m hoping will help. Let’s see how I go. Thanks for reading y’all, love to you <3