#because on one hand there's basically no snow on the ground where i live but it is winter now so

[golby-moon]

been cooking up this bad boy since this fic first dropped but I wanted to give the whole fic a little art, so I waited until the last chapter was posted to finish this up for surprise purposes :0

(also I'm aware there's already art for this fic but idk you said in the past that more art is never a bad thing so I'm going off of that, though my costume designs aren't nearly as creative as what the other artist came up with)

I really hope this banner is readable, I got kinda zesty with it esp with the title part but idk I had a vision of the dot of the 'i' going off like a shooting star because...idk something about wishing on a star ig though thinking about it now, that might not actually fit the fic all that well uh

still can't draw horses but Impala deserved a chance to shine. I started on this thingy way back when the fic first posted and decided partway through that this fic was gonna get another art piece of Dean and Cas doing something together. originally thought the fic was gonna have two chapters but it ended up with three which was ghenfhd. also fun fact but this was vaguely inspired by this other art piece I did for another one of @destielshipper4cas' fics because I'm like that and like adding in references to other stuff I've done

(also ignore my attempts at adding depth to this I can't draw trees/forests man)

naturally just had to tie the fic off with a magic destiel kiss. I realize only one leaf fell in the fic or at least only one noteworthy one fell but for the sake of making the scene more magical and stuff, it became a little leaf storm that was sorta inspired by yet another thing I did for a different fic—the first ever art piece I ever threw at this author's unsuspecting head forever ago. and ofc Cas has a leaf in his hair he deserves it okay I don't make the rules

the fic this is made for is called "The Wishkeeper's Path" by @destielshipper4cas

(fic is locked for people who aren't signed into AO3)

(12/24/24)

[numberonetacostan]

homeless taco head cannons break my heart

….

so uh.

have any?

Hello there!!!!^^ Welcome, and thank you for sending in your request!!! :] YOU BET I HAVE HEADCANONS FOR HOMELESS TACO!!! I THINK I'VE SAID SOME IN VARIOUS ANSWERS/POSTS BEFORE BUT I'LL TRY PUTTING ONES I DON'T THINK I'VE POSTED BEFORE!!! YAY HOMELESS HEADCANONS REQUEST!!!!! I love getting hc requests of any sort!!!^^

-Justin confirmed from one of my stream questions that Taco had stolen food from the hotel while she was homeless!!! I definitely think she avoided doing this at all costs, but during winters when she couldn't forage much if any food from the woods, she'd sneak into the hotel at night after like, a week of not eating to grab as much as she can and gtfo!!! Normally she could probably get in and out safely, but again, she hasn't eaten in a week. I think she would get caught by Pepper, who I had mentioned in my one-hc-for-everyone post to be the resident chef in the hotel!!! It's winter so it gets dark early, and Taco has no sense for what time it is other than the sun, so she accidentally goes in too early and Pepper walks in on her raiding the cabinets. Pepper is understandably surprised, but Taco tries to deescalate!! With her current state though, it comes off more like begging Pepper not to rat her out, and I honestly don't think she would. We have a very homeless, starving, freezing, and bedraggled Taco, and Pepper just can't bring herself to do it. She just turns to whatever food she's making and warns Taco that OJ or Paper might be in the check on the meal any moment. Taco leaves and Pepper never says a word. Sorry about the Tacopep friendship propaganda but i want them to be friends.

-I think Taco would spend a lot of time in the Gemory Cave!! It's basically the only "inside" she can access for when it's snowing, raining, etc., yeah? Staying in the forest during a thunderstorm would be more danger than it's worth for her, and with all the tunnels she'd be able to stay hidden pretty well. I'd say she has a few hidey holes in there, small enough that only she and a handful of contestants would even be able to get inside, where she keeps her most important possessions. At least, what she can't hold in her shell, yeah?

-Mephone did not program Taco with the proper knowledge or skills to survive in the wild. She had to figure everything out through trial and error, including what food is and isn't safe to eat. She had a lot of miserable evenings in those early days, throwing up what little she had managed to scrounge together for a meal, hallucinations, headaches, etc., etc.

--Due to these skills though, she's kinda the MVP of the group post-canon. She's the only one who has a lot of these skills and can work successfully with only the resources they can get from the land. She keeps them from going through the same trial and error phase that she had to, especially important now that they can't recover anymore.

-I think she put the sign in front of the Perilous Forest there herself while she was living in the woods, to keep the others from coming in and finding her. What's so perilous about it? Her.

-Rather than sleeping on the ground, I see her sleeping in trees. She's a Taco, she could reasonably nudge herself into a position in which she won't fall, and at least try to fall asleep. It would be a bit risky if case she fell, but it's definitely better than the risk of getting caught unawares. I don't see her sleeping nearly enough when she's homeless, though, and post-canon when she's in the mansion she sleeps for like 27 hours straight and feels better than she has in years.

-I mentioned in another recent post Taco being afraid of snow because of past instances of severe hypothermia!!! And, yeah, if it snows, or even just gets cold enough, she's fucked. The best she has is the cave, and even then, it wouldn't help much. And she's malnourished, which makes her even more prone to it!!! She does not get proper treatment ever!!!!! I'd say she's had some very, very close calls with frostbite, maybe a rough case of pneumonia or two, more hallucinations because they're great for angst, irregular heartbeat (if they have hearts), etc., etc.

Hopefully these seven are enough!!! If you do want more, feel free to let me know!!! Headcanons are so much fun, I'm always happy to answer requests like these!!!^^

[attapullman]

Step Into Christmas | Robert "Bob" Floyd

POV: It’s the first Christmas with your husband Bob in your new (to you) home. He pulls out all the stops to make it special.

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings & Notes: gn! reader. no warnings except mentions of food and excessive Christmas fluffiness! Happy December 1st! I was thrilled when @lewmagoo announced their Christmas celebration because Christmas is the best time of year! Tried something different with a little mood board and then doing clips of scenes paired with the song (listen to it here). And then basically indulged myself in imagining living in an old house with Bob at Christmas where he made me dinner (I wish!) I hope you enjoy and happy holidays!

Welcome to my Christmas song I'd like to thank you for the year So I'm sending you this Christmas card To say it's nice to have you here

The whistling creaks of this old house echo. Its charm and unique coziness you both fell in love with disappears without the lamp normally in the corner of the living room. And now a tall tree looms over the furniture, grim.

There's a rustle, and Bob’s smiling earnest face peaks out from behind a few branches, eager to see your expression at what he does next. He slots the plug into the outlet and bundles of warm lights come to life, filling the room with seasonal delight. The house is suddenly so alive, not a relic at all! He is delighted by the wide grin that splits your face in two. 

As he bends over the ornament boxes - matte, glitter, pendants, glossy, oversized, metallic, his broad shoulders shrugging as he decides which ornaments deserve top spot - he is bathed in the tree lights like a bespectacled angel, frames glimmering in the light as his forehead scrunches. The slightly scratchy sweater his great aunt knit him during his first deployment sits a little lopsided on his collarbone. His hair messy from crawling under the branches. A Christmas angel in your midst.

Your husband - husband, you were still adjusting to that - comes to stand beside you, hips kissing with the perfect ornament in hand. His lips brush your cheek discreetly. “Would you like to put on the first ornament?”

Together, you string on the first ornament to a prime spot - in the center, a little higher than the middle. Just Married sits among the pine needles, and it brings a fresh joy to your heart. You glance at your husband again, and smile. Celebrating your first Christmas freshly married in your new home. It’s so good to be here.

I'd like to sing about all the things Your eyes and mind can see So hop aboard the turntable Oh step into Christmas with me

The house casts a cheery glow, the decorated tree lighting up even the most desolate of corners. The star on top twinkles with its shimmering surface. The Christmas spirit is alive and well in this room and will quickly flood the rest of the Floyd homestead.

Behind you, Bob puts on a record, the upbeat sounds of his favorite Christmas tunes creating the playlist for the beautiful night. He catches your eye across the room, blue eyes sparkling in the low light. 

He holds out his hand to you, a small smile curling at the corners of his mouth. You haven’t danced together since your wedding. Enveloped in his grasp, he immediately begins twirling you around the room giddily. The air is light, frivolity directing your movements. He dips you slightly during the downbeats, and wiggles your hips at the crescendos. Giggles escape as he brings you to his chest, softly swaying one beat off. 

A slower song rounds out the side, sweet harpsichord ringing out. Eyes close as your foreheads connect, grounding you to each other. Small puffs of air against your lips as he softly sings the lyrics to you. The universe existing only in this song you share.

Let's join together We can watch the snow fall forever and ever

Coats scrape against hooks. Boots thump against the hardwood. Laughter fills the mudroom as you watch Bob wrap his scarf a few too many times. From the window, fat, lazy snowflakes swim down from the inky sky. Bob rests himself against your back, watching the flakes float down softly onto the ground. Fluffy and inviting. 

Before either of you can brace yourselves, the door is swung open and the cold air attacks your uncovered cheeks. You’re dragging him out into the snow, endearingly watching how his breath fogs his glasses as he finds his footing. He sticks out his tongue as you mimic him trying not to slip on the icy pavement.

Neither of you are sure who started it, but soon you’re both ducking behind trees in the neighborhood, packed snow in your mittened hands. Bob’s gotten you once - on the shoulder - and you’ve done nothing but grow his ego with how quick he is. 

“You can’t catch me, sweetheart!” He jokingly taunts, wiggling his fingers at you. Your quiet, reserved man dissolved into giggles and childish gestures the second snow falls. Your breathless laughs disrupt the night air as you trudge after him. A second look at a new car on the street distracts him, and you catch up to him, finally in better firing range. The densely packed snowball makes contact with the side of his chest and he turns to you, all wide cobalt eyes. Big hands snap up to clutch the lapels of his jacket. He mimics a slow, dramatic death silently in the snow, clutching at where your snowball has annihilated him. 

As you stand over his still form, he blinks open one eyes. “Best two out of three?”

By the end of the afternoon you are both soaked in melted snow, cheeks drenched in deep pink. Your husband takes your hand, threading your mittened hands together, and you watch the fresh powder fall as he walks you home.

Eat, drink and be merry Come along with me

There’s a tinkling in the kitchen. You follow the sounds of Elton John and the scent of alfredo sauce. Pushing open the door, there’s Bob humming along as he stirs this and salts that. Not wanting to disturb him, you slip onto one of the stools at the counter, leaning on your elbows as you watch him nod his head along to the beat. 

He glances over his shoulder to check the recipe and jumps at your unexpected, but welcome, company. “Didn’t hear you come in, sweets. You want something to drink?”

You shrug a shoulder and stretch your neck to see what he’s making. But your husband shakes his head and shields your view with his broad frame. He’s been excited to surprise you all day. Leaning over the counter to place a short peck to your lips, he busies himself with pouring you both a beverage, cheersing over the salad bowl. 

“Thank you for making dinner.” You’re still trying to steal peeks over his shoulder, where he’s putting on the finishing touches. He glances back at you grinning, acts of service his love language. Those metal frames gleaming in the stovetop light. 

After making sure you’re fully settled at the counter - albeit impatiently - he finally brings the pot over to serve up.

“Christmas fettuccine!” The glossy off-white noodles freckled with bits of pepper shine as he twirls the fork above your plate. The nests of noodles on your plates are stunning as he garnishes with a bit of parsley, asking if you’d like extra parmesan. The joyous grin on your face makes his surprise worth every moment over that hot stove. 

Taking the stool beside you, elbows just inches from each other, Bob tips his glass to yours. “Merry Christmas, my darling.”

And keep smiling through the days If we can help to entertain you Oh we will find the ways

Bob stokes the fireplace and adds a new log, keeping up the cozy atmosphere. The sound of crackling fire soothing over the natural creaks of the ancient house. He hands you a mug of cocoa and leads you to the sofa, resting your backs against the soft fabric as you sit on the floor, legs tangled. He grabs the new Boeing manual he’s been working his way through and flips it open, semi-reading aloud as he explains trajectory and basic mechanics. 

His voice is soothing, the soft vibrations of his chest against your back making your eyes sleepy.

“Am I boring you?” His voice is worried. “Sorry, sweets, not doing a good job entertaining you, am I?”

You shake your head, assuring him you are fine looking through the manual. But he’s already tucking it into the magazine rack on the side, his fingers going through what else is available. He huffs that it’s mostly old copies of Consumer Digest and a random Skymall catalog. But your husband refuses to let the moment go to waste and pulls out his phone, internet searching with the screen tilted away from you.

When he finally settles, his temple pressed to yours, one hand caressing your skin caringly, you see he’s looked up Christmas stories for children. You watch familiar characters taking over the screen, a round-headed boy and his canine friend finding the real meaning of Christmas. Bob’s voice crackles like the fire, and you are safe.

So merry Christmas one and all There's no place I'd rather be Than asking you if you'd oblige Stepping into Christmas with me

Cocoa is brewing and the record player is alive with another festive record. The jaunty Santa hat on Bob’s head threatens to fall off as he perfectly arranges the presents in the order he would like you to open them. The scents of the room fight to be noticed - rosemary, peppermint, and the cinnamon-y sugar of the rolls you just put in the oven. 

You join your husband by the tree, letting him wrap his arms around you like a big human bow. “Merry Christmas, Mrs. Claus.”

He laugh is infectious, and quickly you’re both giggling as he walks you through his gift madness. He’s spoiled you as usual, always thoughtfully selecting a gift only to find something even better after he’s arrived home. With a flourish, Bob places a package into your waiting hands, instantly eager to see your reaction.

“Thank you, Santa,” you tease. As your fingers untwine the bow, you look up at him. “Thank you for making this holiday so special.”

His cheeks match his hat as he accepts your gratitude. His hand strokes your knee as he praises you. “Thanks for stepping into Christmas with me, honey, I wanted it to be big. First year in the house and all.”

Your smile conveys all your thanks, gooey warmth inside your chest. He impatiently gestures to the gift in your lap again, he’s ready to see your reaction!

Step into Christmas The admission's free

The late afternoon sun streams through the aging windows, bright light bouncing off the freshly fallen snow. A quieter record plays and Bob is snoozing on your shoulder, a little cinnamon sugar still on his lip. This first Christmas in this old house with the big windows that show off the tree is perfect. Your husband is perfect from where he wraps his arm around your waist, curling into you sleepily with his floppy red hat.

And this memory? This memory will be like stepping into Christmas every time it passes your mind.

[tastybluesprite]

Snow

Yet another Satosugu fic!!! I’ve been obsessed with them so much lately lollll. It snowed where I live so it inspired this fic. Hope you like it! Also made it so it can be seen as a ship or just casual friends.

Warnings: None aside from tickling and tooth rotting fluff, so if that makes you uncomfortable or it’s not your thing feel free to just keep scrolling.

Summery: Geto finds out what happens when you try and start a snow ball fight with Gojo.

“Suguru! Suguru it snowed!!!” Gojo cried excitedly as he pointed to the window of his friends Jujutsu high dorm room. Geto groaned as his eyes fluttered open.

“Ugh… Satoru do we really have to do this now? Todays a day off and I want to sleep.” Geto mumbled, trying to role over.

“Not today!” Gojo explained. “Suguru Geto you are getting up and getting your tired ass dressed now! I want to go out!” Gojo whined as he tugged at the blanket Geto tried cocooning around himself.

Eventually the black haired teen sighed. “Alright. Fine you win. We’ll go outside.” Geto said in resignation. God Gojo was all too much like a puppy who needed a walk. Geto couldn’t help finding that honestly a little adorable.

Geto kicked Gojo out so he could change, putting his hair up in his usual man bun.

They pulled on their coats and Geto followed an exited Gojo outside.

“Gojo be careful. It’s icy out here.” Geto warned as Gojo hopped along the court yard happily.

“Stop being such a worry wart…” Gojo said trying to assure him as he enjoyed the feeling of walking in the snow.

Geto just stood there enjoyed the feeling of the snowflakes on his face as Gojo started trying to build a snowman.

“Hey Suguru you gonna help me or what?” Gojo asked witha. Grunt as he struggled to roll the now heavy snow ball.

Geto huffed out an exasperated chuckle as he joined him to help push the slowly growing snow ball.

Unfortunately they pushed too hard because the snow ball started to break apart, and due to the force of pushing, they both fell to the ground in the snow.

Satoru was too busy rolling on the floor and laughing at the silly situation as Geto huffed.

“It’s not that funny…” He said with a frown.

Gojo then pointed to Getos face as he kept laughing. “Th-there’s snow all over you…” Gojo managed through his hysterical giggling.

Geto looked down to see snow all over him. He the shot a lighthearted glare, making a smaller snow ball and throwing it at Gojos face.

Gojo was taken by surprise when the ball hit him and his laughter stopped abruptly.

“Oh you little…” Gojo then shot his own playful glare as he made his own snow ball and threw it back to Geto.

Soon it got physical and they were pushing and kicking at one another.

The two grunted and groaned as they landed blows to each other. At one point Gojo accidentally jabbed Getos side, who let out a small shriek and flinched back.

Gojo paused, stunned at what just happened, then slowly smirked.

“What’s this Suguru…? Is somebody ticklish?” Gojo teased, going for another poke.

Geto backed away on the ground, which they were both still on, throwing his arms up In defense.

“N-no… no no no, Satoru don’t you dare!!” Geto protested, his voice sounding more frantic as Gojo got closer.

Gojo was smirking only wider as his fingers wiggled in his face. Soon he jumped up and pounced on him.

“W-wAH! YOU MOTH- AHHahahaahaha!!!” Geto unfortunately was interrupted by high pitched laughter as Gojos hands snuck under his jacket and found his sides. Because his hands were basically trapped under his coat, Geto was pretty much stuck. He squirmed and writhed around on the floor as Gojo towered over him more and more.

“Awe so you are ticklish! That’s adorable!” Gojo cooed as he watched his friend laugh uncontrollably and squirm around.

Soon Gojo made his way up and into his ribs as he massaged his fingers against the sensitive bones. Geto squealed out and his laughter grew.

“G-GohOhoHoHOHOhojohoho!!!!” Geto cried as he tried pushing his friend off him uselessly. “Th-thahahahats COHoHohold!!!”

Gojo only smirked more. “Oh really? Let me warm up my hands then…” he went farther up and stuffed his hands into the quite warm hollows of his armpits.

Geto shrieked as he began squirming more violently.

“GEHEHET OUHUHUT OHOHOF THEHERE!!” Geto screamed out in his laughter in his frantic and desperate struggling.

Gojo kept it up for a bit, tickling wherever he could reach. He then went down to his friends hips, gently kneading them.

Getos laughter became hysterical and soon he was near silently laughing, kicking his legs desperately as he desperately pushed against Gojos hands.

Gojo chuckled and soon stopped, allowing Geto to breathe.

Geto stayed like that on the floor and Gojo burst into more laughter.

Geto just lay back on the ground, panting with exhaustion. His eyes wide with a bit of shock. Geto soon frowned and shot a glare at his white haired friend.

“Geto y-your face is all red!” Gojo cried out while giggling. It was true. Getos face was flushed a bright red color. Wether it was from the laughter or embarrassment who’s to say. Geto would claim it was just the cold.

The back haired teen just rolled his eyes and grinned. “Alright then Satoru. Why don’t we make your face red too? Your my friend so it’s only fair we match…” Geto smirked as he wiggled his fingers slowly.

Gojos eyes widened as he quickly got up and bolted, the two starting a game of chase, with Geto gaining on him.

Soon the two were tumbled the the ground and laughing as Geto lunged at Gojo, his fingers aiming to tickle any spot they could reach. Gojo cackling wilding under him and his arms and legs flying around wildly trying o squirm away and fend off his best friend.

It’s safe to say they had a lot of fun. Geto soon figured maybe the cold wasn’t so bad after all.

Thx for reading ❤️

[i-am-still-bb]

Whumptober 2024 - Day 1

Race against the clock (search party / panic attack / “if only we could hold on”)

A/N: A month late, but I'm still here. NaNo started on Friday. My goal is 25k not the full 50k and I'm glad I made that decision because I would already be so far behind if 50k was the goal.

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The Hobbit, T Gen Words: 2,128

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The air was cold. 

That was all Thorin could think about.

It was cold.

It has already snowed a handful of times. The roads over the Divide had already closed once. That snow had melted quickly. And the road had opened within 48hrs of closure. But it had closed. And it was getting colder. And the days were getting shorter by 3 minutes each day. 

And there were low clouds on the horizon. And they loomed threatening. And Thorin could smell that more snow was on the way.

And Fili and Kili were missing.

He looked to the mountains. It was sunny right now casting the peaks in sharp relief. In the dark shadows the white patches of still unmelted snow lingered where they had been untouched by the sun in days. The sky was bright blue, deeply saturated. It was a beautiful day. The yellow aspens practically glow in their groves nestled among the round topped ponderosa pines.

But he shivered. 

It had been a beautiful day and he had been looking forward to taking the boys to the park where they would sprint down the short trails that ended where they began, run from swings, to slide, to climbing apparatus, and back again, all of which were fenced in. Safe. He often lost sight of one of them for a bit, but he usually found them hiding behind a tree, climbing a slide, or he had jus somehow missed them when he had scanned the scene. 

But the woods had no fences. No safe trails that were gently graded with no real way of getting lost in any fashion. 

Dis’ voice yanked him away from his dark thoughts. 

She was squared up to a sheriff in dark brown and yellow uniform. Her voice increased in volume, and Thorin recognized the sharp edge to it from their childhood. Dis was settling in for a fight. “They’re just little boys! What do you mean it’ll take time for people to get here? I’ve lived here my entire life! The worst thing that has ever happened to occupy was when one of you—” here she stabbed a finger at him, and Thorin completely dropped his thoughts to intervene to prevent his normally logical, greater-good minded sister, from doing something she would regret. “--was embezzling! What is there going on? A big horned sheep in the road? Who the fuck fucking cares?!” Her voice cracked. “My boys, my sons are missing.”

“Ma’am…” the sheriff deputy started. 

“Are you just going to lea—” her voice was quiet now, cracking. 

“Hey,” Thorin stepped between Dis and the sheriff, angled so he was entirely blocking out the sheriff.  He took her shoulders in his hands, heavy, reassuring. “I can do this.”

Dis’ eyes were wide, wet and she nodded. She reached up and took one of Thorin’s hands in both of hers. Her grip was crushing, but her hands trembled and spasmed against his. He gave her hand a squeeze, quick, fast, a remnant from their childhood, a silent I’m here. I love you. And then loosened his grip a modicum. 

“I can have some guys here within thirty minutes, and more will be able to come as they get off work, make the drive, whatever, to join with your guys. What I need from you is someone to co-ordinate.” 

“Sir, it really is best if we handle the search—”

“You’ve already said that it will take time to get your people here,” he held up a hand to halt the deputy’s words, “I don’t give a flying fuck why it will take time. All that matters is that the can’t be here right damn now. And we need people looking right fucking now. And we need more than just two people looking. We looked until we saw your car coming and covered basically no ground.”

“I understand your concern. But too many people tends to create more problems than it solves. It’s best to let us deal with everything from the start.”

“I don’t think you do! Are your kids out there? Fili is only 7. Kili is 5. He only just learned how to tie his shoelaces. Surviving in the woods overnight is probably going to be a bit beyond him,” Thorin’s voice is acerbic. “If problems happen you can tell my guys to fuck off, but until then I want eyes looking for my nephews to bring them home. I will be calling my guys no matter what you say. I’m really just giving you a heads up and giving you the opportunity to make us more effective because we’ve never had to fucking do this before.”

“I understand, sir. Let me talk to my superiors and see what they say.”

Thorin’s voice is still sharp, “You do that.”

He glares at the straight back of the officer as he crosses the lawn to his cruiser and his radio. Thorin did not look away until he saw the officer pick up the radio and hold the mic to his mouth to speak. That’s when he pulled his phone from his pocket and opened his contacts. 

“We should have just done this first,” he grumbled.

“I called you.”

“You did. And I should have called all of the guys instead of thinking I could just…” he sighed, sounding defeated. “I don’t know.” He slammed his thumb into the phone icon under Dwalin’s name. It rang out; Thorin’s blood pressure increasing the entire time. 

Redial.

“He has Do Not Disturb on,” Thorin said, explaining to Dis and to his own hammering heart. 

Five rings later…

“What do you want?”

—

Dwalin was at the house within fifteen minutes with Ori and Nori in tow. Dwalin was still wearing his welding gear and Ori’s bewilder expression said that he had not been told why they were leaving the job sight in the middle of the day. Dwalin had turned monosyllabic, answering with grunts and yeahs before he hung up the phone with Thorin. His mind already turning over ideas, plans, and trying to ignore any negative outcomes that came to mind.

The others slowly trickled in over the next hour or two. 

The sheriff's deputy returned with the information that Search and Rescue was being activated. Thorin had nodded and still taken the local topography map that Dwalin had stored in the glove box of his car for whatever reason. Together they muddled through half-forgotten information about how lost people behave that they had heard over the years.

But Fili and Kili were not grown ups. And sometimes the logic just did not seem to work for them.

They itched standing over that map. Arms were crossed, feet shuffled, but everything about their bodies screamed for action. Ori and Dis had set about gathering backpacks, and bits of gear, ropes, baselayers, emergency blankets, food, a comfort item for each of the boys and stowing them in backpacks for each searcher. 

—

“Wait!” Kili shouted.

Fili stopped and turned around. Kili was crawling up the slope behind him. The hanging straps from his backpack kept snagging on low hanging, sharp branches. Fili scowled. His cheeks were red and he felt hot, but his fingers, nose, and ears were stinging with cold. 

“Are we almost back?”

“I think home’s just that way,” Fili pointed.

Kili grinned. “I hope mom has dinner ready! I’m starving.”

“How are you hungry? You ate all of your snacks.”

Kili shrugged and took off, sneakers sliding in the leaf detritus that covered the ground and he headed down the slope. Fili followed quickly. It was getting dark under the trees. If Kili was more than 10 or so feet away Fili could no longer see him and that made Fili feel sick and scared. But with Kili there, he was still a little scared, but not as much.

—

“Fili!”

“Kili!”

Voices echoed around the house. 

The parties had driven down the mountain to the curve in the road where there was better signal for their radios. They had finished searching between the house and there and had found nothing. So now Dis was alone. 

Dis stood on the front porch. Her arms were crossed, clutching a too large sweatshirt around her body. Her throat was raw. She had fought them when they told her to stay here. “What if the boys come home? Someone should be here. We don’t want them to come home and leave again because there’s no one here.” She had screamed at them in frustration. But here she stood. She shivered despite the fur lined boots, the sweatshirt, the blanket, and the hat she had pulled low around her ears. Her fingers tightened.

“They must have found them. They will be home any moment. I’ll see lights coming up the drive in just a minute…” she didn’t let herself think about her boys being cold. She had already covered their beds with all the spare blankets she could find. She had fished stuffed animals out from underneath the bottom bunk, and found baby blankets and tucked them beneath pillows just in case they were wanted. Logs were piled high beside the fireplace and coals had been banked. And she had put things in the big crock pot that she had hauled up from the basement. Anything to keep her hands busy. But now there was nothing to do but wait.

And the warm colors of sunset were cooling over the mountainous horizon.

And she was cold.

—

“I’m cold,” Kili whined.

Fili rubbed his nose, it stung as it ran. “I’m cold too.”

“I thought you said we were almost home.” Kili’s voice wobbled on the verge of tears. 

Fili’s voice was small. “I thought we were.” He peered at the brass compass he held in his cupped hands. It was too dark to read the face and the hands had stopped glowing a while ago. 

“I’m scared.” Kili’s voice was barely above a whisper, and Fili almost did not hear him. Fili stuffed the compass with the engraved initial on the lid into the pocket of his sweatshirt and took Kili’s hand. They both squeezed the other’s hand twice.

—

Dis was sitting on the porch swing, knees drawn to her chest, a blanket tight around her shoulders, when lights turned the corner and started up the driveway.

She did not even consciously think about moving before she found herself standing at the top of the drive.

Waiting.

Thorin’s black truck came to a stop. She knew the answer to her question before he even got out of the truck. He paused. There was the space of a breath or two before his door opened. 

Fili and Kili were still out there.

Her knees buckled.

—

“And what do we have here?”

Fili froze when he heard the voice. He had been looking at his feet; trying not to trip as they worked their way up a ridge. 

The voice belonged to an old man with long white hair and a beard. His cream colored cable knit sweater and light colored pants almost seemed to glow in the darkness. 

—

Dis never did remember how exactly she ended up on the living room couch. But that was where she was when she woke up. A couple coals glowed dimly in the fire. A glass of water sat on the coffee table next to a bowl of the food that she had thrown together in the crockpot. Thorin was stretched out on the recliner, head thrown back with an arm over his eyes to block out the light that was starting to make its way into the room.

With a nauseating roll of her stomach she remembered why she was here and what had happened. 

But then she heard the sound that had woken her up again—the creak of the screen door’s hinges. Blanket around her shoulders, one arm outstretched for the wall to help with her unsteadiness she went to see what it was with no real expectations.

She opened the solid wooden front door to find Fili and Kili on the doorstep, conferring with each other about how to get into the house. 

Thorin found them there several minutes later, woken by their excited shouts and Dis’ joyful sobbing. 

When asked what had happened, where they had gone, just what, all the boys could say was that they went exploring, got lost, and then some old man wearing white had found them, taken them home, fed them, let them wash their faces, and then he and a man that wore all brown told them stories about the mountains until both boys had fallen asleep. 

Thorin looked for years. But he never saw, heard, or found any trace of two men that matched the descriptions that Fili and Kili gave him.

--

Taglist: @silvermoon-scrolls @metztlilua @I-am-pinkie @dubhlachen

[lacyscabinet]

hi there, 1st of all, really like all your fics, they are really enjoyable!

2nd of all, i hope you still are taking requests (feel free to ignore this if not!),

may I request a good old angsty filled rollercoaster ride where it's the reader that picks out the queen card instead of Nat?

obvs reader and Nat have some kind of relationship, will leave that up to you how serious it would be!

And all giving you free reign whether the reader survives, or javi still dies for the reader (could be pretty fun if the mistyxnat situation would happen, but it would be Nat dragging reader away from saving Javi), or reader dies and gets eaten, whatever you'll feel like writing when the idea sparks♡

thank you so much in advance and have a lovely rest of the week

A/N: OMG!? thank you sm for taking the time to write such a polite and detailed request!! I love this idea and I hope you'll enjoy the one-shot I wrote!!

MASTERLIST

Warnings: literally the hunt scene from yellowjackets, basic yellowjackets warnings

Hunters and queens

It all happened so fast.

After the "accident" with Lottie and Shauna the whole cabin was concerned, Lottie was in terrible conditions and, just like everybody else, extremely undernourished.

Nat and Travis couldn't find any game even after searching and searching for miles on their long hunts.

Something had to be done.

And just like that, you all stood in a big circle inside the dimly lit living room, Van was mixing the cards, holding up the queen card and showing it to the others.

Natalie's hand tightly clasped in yours, her eyes lingering on you, while you looked back at her. Scared.

And then it all started.

Everyone took a card out of the deck, when it was Javi's turn he was trembling, picking a card, and once realized he was safe, running into his brother's arms. That made you faintly smile, happy that the poor boy was saved.

But the little glimpse of relief didn't last long, because soon, it was Natalie's turn, her hand cautiously picking up the card, you heard her take a deep breath and then, she showed it to the group, seven of diamonds.

She was safe, she was okay.

But now, it was your turn.

Like everyone else did, you took a card and the moment you turned it around to reveal your fate, an horrified expression formed on your face, silently, a tear slipped out from your eye, and even before you showed the card, Natalie knew what was coming.

The Queen of hearts.

Everyone looked at you, not sure how to proceed, that's when Shauna stepped up "Come here" she said

Before you could do anything you felt a hand on your shoulder "That's insane, you aren't going to kill her, you can't kill her" it was Natalie, her voice firm, terrified, but firm.

"Back off Nat" Shauna spat at her, Natalie simply stepped forward, keeping you behind her.

Your mind wasn't there at that moment, you were frozen on your spot, shaking. The moment Natalie was torn away from you by Van was the moment you realized that it was really the end for you

"Turn around" was the last thing you heard, paired with the feeling of a cold blade placed at your neck. The last thing you heard before a loud thud on the ground followed by yelling and shouting "Run y/n, go! It'll be alright, just run!" , Natalie.

You did as she said, slamming the door open and diving into the snow, deep into the wilderness, you could hear howling and grunting, another day your mind could've thought those were wolves, but today, that didn't even cross your mind, those were your friends, and you, were their pray.

Suddenly, while you were running, someone grabbed your forearms and steadied you, instantly, you screamed

"No no no shhhhh" Natalie shushed you, it was just her, trying to protect you like she always did "Nat..." you whispered with tears streaming down your face, she was crying too but she was also trying her best to be strong for you "I know" she tried to reassure you "Javi...he told me about this place, it's like a cave, I'm gonna bring you there" in that moment you realized that Javi was there too, looking as scared as the both of you.

Then you three ran, faster than ever, until you reached a land with no trees "We are near" Javi announced and walked in front of you and Natalie, while running her hand tightly held yours, afraid that someone could separate the two of you again.

Crack. You furrowed your brows, and one second later, just feet away from you, the surface under Javi's feet broke.

It wasn't a land, it was the lake.

"JAVI!" You screamed at the top of your lungs, yanking you hand away from Nat's and running to him.

"Hold my hand!" You yelled while offering your freezing limb to him "y/n!" He begged "Help!", your two hands clasped and in a moment of weakness, you slipped, ending up in the cold icy water.

And just like him, you were gasping for air and slowly freezing to death for what felt like forever. Then, when you were barely conscious, you were pulled away from the water and back up to the surface.

You instantly felt a pair of arms wrapping around your shaking frame and brushing your wet hair away from your face

"Javi!" You cried out, sobbing, "it's okay, shhhh, you're safe... you're safe baby" Natalie mumbled pulling you to her chest.

You looked around, the other girls were there too, but they weren't even looking at you, they took Javi out of the lake, "thank God" you thought, but then you noticed his blue skin and his wide open eyes, he was gone.

It should've been you.

You were so tired, and soon even the strength to cry left your body, so you just relaxed in your girlfriend's arms, knowing that whatever happened to Javi was your fault and your fault only.

That night everyone ate, but you didn't, you stayed in a corner by the fire, still feeling shivers all over your body and deep inside your bones, and only half of them were from the cold.

[gabriel-xander]

Don't Forget

[Sans x Female!Reader]

11: That Was a Real Rib-Tickler

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Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take much to persuade Papyrus into letting a human stay with them and NOT report you to Undyne. He had an internal battle with himself about lying, but after explaining your situation a bit, and saying how you just want to live peacefully, he gave in pretty quickly.

Papyrus is sympathetic to your situation (specifically how there’s a crazy monster who really wants your soul), and even volunteered to clean out the Capture Zone so you’d have somewhere to sleep!

Sans then had to stop his brother because no, you cannot sleep in the garage (if you told Toriel… oof, there’s no telling how she’d react). Instead, you can just crash on their couch.

WHAT A BRILLIANT IDEA!

And so it’s the next day after talking to Toriel, and Sans will be returning with you in time for dinner! Their new… roommate? Papyrus is so excited! In fact, while Sans is going to get you, Papyrus will take this time to make you some spaghetti as a great welcome!

…

That’ll be a great surprise for sure.

In all honesty, Sans is a little nervous to meet you. Toriel said you’re nice, but the way Toriel basically threatened him yesterday… It’s like you’re her little princess or something. Sans actually has to watch out for you because if he doesn’t, there’s a real chance you’ll snitch him out. How inconvenient. But if this is what he needs to get to know the new human and determine if you’re a real threat or not, then he’ll just have to deal with it.

Sans is out of range of the camera’s lense that’s hidden in the bush that’s by the Ruin doors. He’s gotta find a way to hide you from it without it being suspicious. From what he knows, it doesn’t have a mic, so that’s one problem out of the way. He could just… He can just stand in front of it with his back turned towards it?

Creeaak…!

The doors slowly push open, so Sans hurries (not really) to move in front of the bush, putting his hands in his sweater’s pockets.

“Goddamn…!” A female voice grunts from effort on the other side of the doors, “These doors are so fucking heavy, what the fuck?!”

…???

Sans debates if he should help you or not, but he kinda wants to see where this goes. The doors are hard to push open because of the snow getting caught in the bottom. It doesn't seem like you're entirely aware of that though.

“Hooooh, my fuck!” The door opens more, revealing [h/c] hair, “Okay, I know I’m not weak, this is so embarrassing…!”

…Okay, he’ll admit that was funny. You know what will be funnier, though?

Oh so casually, Sans uses a bit of magic to swing open the doors.

”WAHH!!!”

A body falls to the ground, getting a face full of snow. A suitcase was still in the Ruins behind you. While you’re busy eating shit, Sans pulls your suitcase so he can close the doors. He looks down at you, holding back a snicker.

Well, you look like a princess with that dress of yours, but he probably shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. With a soft whine, you push yourself up with your hand while the other goes to wipe the snow off your face. Then, you tense up. Slowly, you turn your head to look at his feet. Gradually, your eyes and head travel up until you two finally make eye contact.

You blink, “I… Hello.”

Sans gives you a wink, “welcome to the underground. how was the fall?”

Naur…

He said it…

He said the thing…

That had so many layers with that one line alone.

You put a hand over your mouth, your eyes begin to water from holding back laughter.

“Hey, man.” You squeak, a giggle almost escaping, “It was alright, I-I had better…”

“…you okay?”

You nod, taking a deep breath while standing up, “Yeah, I just—It’s been a long day. Ahem.”

You wipe off the snow from your dress, but give up immediately. ”Anyway, you must be the friend I heard a lot about, right?” You put out your right hand, “I’m [Y/n]. [Y/n] the Human. It’s great to meet you…?”

Sans takes your hand into his pink gloved one-

PPPPPPPPFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTT…!!!

“…”

“…”

“…”

“…” You pinch the bridge of your nose with your other hand, not bothering to hide your wide smile, “…I’d give that… a six out of ten.”

Sans barely holds back a snort, “did you just rate my whoopee cushion fart?”

“Don’t get me wrong, it was really good!  But I didn’t feel like it came from the soul, you know? I think it can do better next time.”

Nothing could have prepared him for you rating his fake fart as a first interaction. And…. And such a low score, too!

“i guess i should think about investing in better whoopee cushions,” Sans finally lets go of your hand, “anyway, i’m sans. san the skeleton.”

“Ah, Sans the Comic,” You give him an obvious once-over, “A skeleton monster, though? Gee, I couldn’t tell.”

Sans is… not what you were expecting, yet at the same time, you could’ve guessed it’s how he looked in person. His head is an actual skull, not just that funny little round face he has in the game. Though that’s not to say he ISN’T round–a lot of his sharp edges are, well, not very sharp. His teeth are somehow in a permanent, cheeky smile and his white pupils are just eye-lights, you assume, he summons with magic.

He’s also not as… thick as you’re used to seeing in fanart. You suppose it makes sense since he’s a whole fucking skeleoton, but he somehow has that fluffy vibe to him as well. He’s also taller than you were expecting. Toriel said that monsters are just naturally bigger than humans, and it proves now since Sans looks to be about… what, 5’ 5 (165cm)?

You noticed that when he talks, his mouth (mouth? Teeth? Whatever) isn’t moving.

How spooky.

His voice kind of reminds you of… what’s that Youtuber’s name? Moist Critikal?

“How are you doing that?” You decide to just ask, motioning to your own lips, “You’re talking but your mouth isn’t moving.”

“that’s the cool thing about magic, we can get away with a lot of things that we normally can’t,” He tilts his head up, showing off his neck that’s hidden behind that turtleneck, “i don’t got a voice box, but my magic is my voice.”

“Oh, shit. That’s actually cool,” You shake your head, “Sorry, we’re getting off track. I’ll just be honest, I’m a little nervous about this, especially because I don’t know you. But I hope we can get along anyway and over time, we can become friends. Thank you for taking care of me.”

Caught off guard, Sans blinks at your bluntness. Straight out the gate you tell him that you don’t fully trust him, but still share that you hope that you two can be friends eventually. Your body language certainly showed you were nervous right now. Shifting from one foot to the other, avoiding eye contact, your awkward smile.

“what? you mean you’re scared to be in a dark, spooky cavern with monsters crawling around?” He offers you a wink, “i promised toriel that i’d take good care of you, so that’s what i’m gonna do.”

You tense up. Toriel never mentioned that she told Sans her name. And he’s “not supposed to know” until the very end either. You can also pinpoint the moment Sans realizes his mistake. Unfortunately, you’re a little shit and don’t let him get away with it.

”How did you know her name, bone boy?” You smile slightly, raising an eyebrow.

”heh. so she told you about that too, huh?” Sorry, Napstablook. “i’ve seen a ghost go through the door a lot lately. when i asked him about it, he told me why.”

“Ahhh,” You nod in understanding. “So, you already knew about me before Toriel told you anything. What’s the verdict then?”

Well… You don’t sound upset.

“what do you mean?”

“That ghost, Napstablook, he must’ve told you more than just Toriel’s name and that I existed, right?” You ask, “He’s a great friend, you know. Did he tell you anything else about me?”

“nothing else but praise,” Sans gives you the side eye, “so, what? am in trouble now?”

“Pfft—For what, dude?” You chuckle and shake your head, “You’ve mistaken me for someone who gives a shit about my friends talking about me. Unless Blooky was talking shit, I don’t really care.”

Oh.

So, you’re actually more carefree than he thought. So far… you’re nearly everything as Napstablook (and Toriel) described you. You’ve shown a funny side already, you’ve been pretty polite, and you’re showing good signs of integrity. You’re kind of cheeky and a tease, but it’s not entirely unpleasant.

Sans is just… waiting for the other shoe to drop.

You look around for your suitcase, glad to see it’s right behind you. You went to grab it, but the skeleton put a hand up to stop you. Huh. He’s wearing pink mittens that match his slippers, how cute!

“i can get that for you. i even know a shortcut to get it back to my place ahead of us.”

Ah, his little tricks that go semi-unexplained in the game. You didn’t think he’d do something like that right off the bat. And apparently it extends to things other than himself?

You wince, “Sure. Just, uh… be careful with it. Toriel baked a pie for you and your brother as a thanks. I wanted to eat it by myself, but then she yelled at me.”

Sans snorts as he does a wave of his hand. The next moment you look at your suitcase, it’s already gone.

“did she really?”

“Nah, I’m just kiddin’,” You laugh, rubbing your hands together because you’re a dumb-ass who didn’t think to wear gloves, “That was a cool trick, by the way. I’d ask how you did it, but I’m guessing the answer is just “magic.” 

“you catch on fast,” Sans jerks his head to the side, “come on, let’s get going. my brother is really excited to meet you, so we shouldn’t keep him waiting.”

You begin walking with the funny skeleton by his side, going at a rather leisure pace even though he said you shouldn’t make Papyrus wait. You hope he’s not suspicious of you; you’ve been trying really hard to stay friendly so as to not put him off. He seems to like the cut of your jib so far, but you can’t be too careful.

“Dumb question, but does he know I’m human?”

“yep. my younger brother, papyrus, is a human hunting FANATIC.”

“Oh! How wonderful! I can’t wait for my ass to get thrashed.”

“ha-ha, i wouldn’t worry ‘bout it. he’s not dangerous, even if he tries to be.”

“Ah, I get it. I get it,” You smile in remembrance of a fond memory, “I have a younger brother, too. Two of them, actually. Only one of them is a total softie though, the other is a whole gremlin.”

Brothers? You have a family? Of course you do, it’s not out of the question. But Frisk never expressed having another family, and if you have siblings…

“i gotta ask, then…” Sans raises a brow-bone, “are you trying to get back to the surface soon?”

To his surprise, your answer is confident and fast. “Not anytime soon, no. Maybe it’s cowardly, but I’m not in a rush to get myself killed. Toriel told me about Asgore and what happened to the children that fell down here.”

“I’m sympathetic about what happened to the monsters, but… I don’t want to die either. So I think for now, I just… Maybe I can just live here for a while. In the Underground.” You tell him the truth, smiling nervously at the fear of being judged, “Ha, who knows? Maybe when I get a little older, Asgore can take my soul then to break the barrier.”

You barely reach the “gate-thingy” when Sans stops walking. You stop ahead of him, turning around halfway to give him a curious look. He doesn’t have eyebrows, but it seems like the bone is malleable enough that he can furrow the bones of his eyebrows. His smile looks a little strained.

“is that really it? you just wanna live here and do nothing?”

”Well, not exactly,” You make a show to put a finger on your chin and look off somewhere in thought, “I’d like to get a job, too. That’s kind of why I’m leaving the Ruins; I need something to do.” You then snort softly while dropping your hand, “I can’t exactly be a doctor anymore, maybe I can go back into my theater nerd phase.”

Sans represses a sigh, taking a step forward to resume walking. with you. He lets you go through the gate first, making sure you don’t suddenly fall since the bridge is over a gap.

He tried really hard to find something wrong with you—anything wrong with you. Something to give him a reason to hold onto his previous skepticism about you and less reason to feel bad about giving you the cold shoulder.

But you’re literally just some lady.

The skeleton would like to think he’s great at reading body language on others. He may not have clear memories about every single Reset, but when Frisk would try to complete a full No Mercy run (they were never able to beat him, so they’d just do a full Reset), Sans was able to tell how many tries it’s been just from the expression on their face. But you?

Your words and body language have been nothing but honest. Yes, you’re showing signs of anxiety around him, but he is a stranger and a skeleton monster so your anxiety is justifiable.

You…

You really are a good human, aren’t you?

“a doctor, huh?” Sans starts casually, his smile becoming a little more sincere, “i heard humans have doctors for almost anything.”

You laugh softly, “Yeah, pretty much. Short story long, the plan was to become a general surgeon.”

He snorts, “short story long?”

“Oh, come on. I’m just trying to make you laugh, throw me a bone here.”

Sans’ grin widens, “tibia honest, that was a little weak.”

“It takes a lot of spine to say that to someone’s face. I think I’m pretty humerus, but you might be too much of a numb-skull to truly appreciate my rib-tickler. Guess I gotta learn how I can tickle that funny bone of yours.”

A FUCKING QUINTUPLE-COMBO!?!?

Curses!! You’re a human with great taste!!

“i can’t believe i just got out-punned. and with puns about skeletons no less,” Sans sighs dramatically.

“Oh, how the mighty has fallen,” You roll your eyes. “What about you, Sans? I think it’s only fair if you tell me a little about yourself.”

“hm, sure. can’t say i got anything interesting to share.”

This is bad. It seems like Sans can’t really hate you after all. That’s fine with him; it might take some time to fully trust you to not be secretly two-faced, but right now? He’s content with who you are.

You, on the other hand… Maybe you were too nervous about Sans. You might’ve accidentally projected some “fanon” stuff on the poor guy. He doesn’t seem as bad as you made him out to be in your head.

By all means, this is just fine by you.

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@lemonboy011

@adriixboo

[titan-senpai]

Decorated Walls.

My first time writing for valorant Sorry if its bad but ive been playing alot of val recently so Gekko <333

Warnings; Angst, Death, Tears basically- GIF NOT MINE

After a mission gone wrong his beloved Y/N left the world fighting alongside him.

decorated Walls.

Gekko x GN Reader.

Guns Drenched in Blood… All because of that stupid Radionite… His Y/N.. Gone, “ Why..” Gekko Looked at your lifeless body, drenched in blood Looking so Peaceful at the sky…

“Gek! Go to A I'll cover Mid!” Y/N yelled Taking cover behind a box covered in snow Gekko did as he was told But that would become a huge mistake.. Running to A to Defuse the Spike, Hearing a loud Bang… As he continued to defuse the spike, he almost finished hearing the bang again.. Really close.

-Spike Defused- Gekko ran to where Y/N was supposed to be. Gone without a single trace “Go find Y/N for me bud..” He said to Wingman tap tap tap tap As wingman ran to your location Hardly breathing. Shocked at your state “Y/N! what happened” he slid towards your side. “I thought I saw you and it turned out it wasn't..” Coughing blood white gekko helped you get in a comfier position. “Hey Hey look at me..You're going to be alright..” Gekko shed a tear smiling “ Hey at least i killed that bastard..” Coughing more blood.. nonononono… Sage Wouldn't arrive on time.. “Mateo..” Smiling as Y/N placed a hand on Their S/O “Look at me Mateo..” Finally Gekko looked at his dying S/O

 “ You're going to be alright i'll get sage to-” Y/N smiled laying on the ground putting pressure on their wound. “I love you Mateo.. I always will..” Gekko shed a few tears as he felt his Y/N Numb He couldn't say it back.. Kissing Their forehead “I love you too…MI amor..” When he said it all his buddies popped out as he sobbed. Wingman Sitting next to gekko holding Y/N’s other hand With a Promise ring on it from Gekko.. Mosh hovering over you Looking sad but soon The rest of the Protocol came “Gekko!” Neon yelled from a distance before stopping at the sight of you.. looking so peaceful.. “No…” SHe couldn't believe it. No way she was going to 10 Minutes ago telling her how you and Gekko would get married one day.. “Sage..” Neon turned behind her, seeing sage’s reaction.��You've got to do something.” Neon begged sobbing at this point.

Sage took a look at Y/N and shook her head..”She's gone, Im sorry..” She held in tears as everyone walked to the Chopper. “I'll give you sometime..” Brim said giving gekko a supportive shoulder pat while walking to the chopper.

Holding his precious Y/N Sun shining on them as if they were an angel Taking their gun and their matching gun buddies.. As he held that Phantom close to his heart.. Kissing his Precious Y/N for the last time.. Cold lips touching his warm ones.. standing up as he took one last look at them shedding tears as he got on the chopper.. the tears didnt stop.

Finally entering his Room within the protocol Looking at his shared room Snacks from last night.. Empty boba from this afternoon Smiling as he looked at your pictures next to his bed Holding a Skateboard Learning how to skate.. the next picture is a family dinner as the 2 families met and eating a lot of food..

and finally a picture of you cuddling on the couch..taken by his mom while you 2 fell asleep.

Y/N might be gone but They live on in his memories.. and on the walls of his room

[barbieb0y]

where hope lies in a snowless land.

day 5 wowza!!

for day 5 of scrunkly week, i... actually planned to go with all the prompts except what once was will never be again but... i got carried away and somehow that became the only prompt i wrote about ???????? dude i swear theres just smth that possesses my fingers when im writing

ngl i projected more than usual here somehow but this is like. hurt/comfort. paper cut has a shitty family and joe comforts him basically. their relationship is more ambiguous too. anyway

“Man, if I wanted to live in a place where there’s no snow during winter, I might as well go back to my hometown.”

Paper Cut quips as he looks up at the sky and reminisces the days he spent at a land oceans away from his current home, one corner of his lips tucked in disappointingly. Unfortunately for the two of them, San Francisco is not known for its snowfall activity. On the contrary, when it does occur, it’s written into the history books.

“Too bad you’re stuck with me, huh?”

Joe’s comment is accompanied by a kick of a rock, then it sinking into the murky city waters, like an extremely discounted version of throwing a coin into a fountain for a wish. Hands in his pockets despite wearing gloves.

“God, Joe, don’t even. I’d choose to be stuck with you over my family any time, any day.”

Paper Cut notices Joe’s very subtle flinching. He must’ve tried to hide it from him. Paper Cut sighs regretfully as he looks at his feet; as he’s sitting on the backrest of the bench, his feet rest on the seat itself.

“...Sorry.”

It’s all he can really say, even though he doesn’t owe it to anyone. And Joe makes this clear in his response.

“It’s okay. Your family members are assholes anyway.”

He’s not factually wrong but it doesn’t make Paper Cut any less guilty. The latter exhales through his nostrils as the former moves to sit on the bench beside Paper Cut.

“Yeah but I’m going against your whole belief, aren’t I?”

Always love your family. That’s number two of Joe’s many street survival rules. Paper Cut admires Joe for his strong beliefs but that rule of his has always made him reluctant to talk about family around him. In a way, Paper Cut considers Joe lucky to even hold that kind of belief, despite everything that happened with him and his sister.

“Maybe less ‘going against’ and more ‘challenging’.”

This comment makes Paper Cut turn towards Joe. Luckily, he doesn’t have to wait long for an explanation.

“Your situation made me think about things.”

Joe simply stares at the water. It is as tainted as any body of water that lies in the middle of an equally tainted city. Yet Paper Cut is not as tainted, despite being part of such a murky family. He dwells on this for a little longer.

“Family… you always have to love your family, yeah. But your family already hates you for something you can’t control. That’s not fair to you.”

Paper Cut struggles to find the words to argue back. Joe leans back in his seat.

“So, uh, it’s understandable if you can’t love them back. If anything, I think it’s good for you that you don’t force yourself to love them.”

Paper Cut appreciates Joe for reconsidering one of his core principles because of him, he truly does, but–

“...That’s the thing, though.”

“Huh?”

Paper Cut begins to move and promptly jumps off the bench entirely. He stands still, gaze lost to the cityscape.

“I don’t force myself to love them… because I already do. I still do, kinda. And it hurts to miss the people that can’t even love you back like you do with them.”

Paper Cut is hunched over now with his hands clasped close to his chest, choking on unshed tears. Joe instantly gets up at this display but Paper Cut simply shakes his head to stop him from laying a hand on him.

“I… I can’t erase our history together. It’s not like I was never happy when I was with them… They did make me happy at some point. But then they threw me out like I was garbage.”

Paper Cut finds himself kneeling on the ground. His heart is aching.

“...I just wished they did it sooner.”

He breaks. The pavement beneath him soaks up his tears emphatically, the only solace it can provide him. Joe has his right hand on his back as support.

“I’m an arcanist, they’re not. So why? Why did they keep me around for so long? Because I was useful? Yet they thought I was a disgusting arcanist anyway.”

Joe locks him in a side embrace now. He doesn’t push him away and simply keeps sobbing.

Eventually, they both sit down on the pavement, despite the presence of a bench right behind them. Paper Cut doesn’t have the strength for such a mundane action as sitting on a bench like a normal person. He was never normal anyway.

They stay like that for a few minutes. Paper Cut sniffs as he pulls his knees to his chest, resting his hands and head on them.

“...Sorry again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. We were just talking about the fucking nonexistent snow here, haha.”

Joe shakes his head at the self-deprecating laugh and brings Paper Cut in for a full hug this time. Paper Cut says nothing. He presses himself closer into Joe. He smells like love.

“It’s okay.” And that is all Joe has to say. Yet it is all Paper Cut needed to hear. Because it is okay. He’s here now with Joe, who has more than enough love to offer.

And - he definitely imagined it but - he can feel snow in his hair.

[9haharharley1]

CHRISTMAS PROMPTS!!! This happened to me recently so I'd like to see Pomp Pep of the "It's snowing!" Prompt cuz I feel like Danny would rarely see snow in person

I am so sorry this has taken so long! I'm pretty sure this isn't what you wanted, and I am ashamed to say that I really struggled with this prompt for some reason, especially since Danny canonically hates Christmas, and probably winter as a whole because of it. And he lives in the Midwest where it snows a decent amount, so he would actually see a fair bit of snow at least twice a year (there's plenty of snow on the ground in the Christmas episode and also he visits the Far Frozen a couple times in canon too). Basically, I struggled. Please take this schmoop in recompense!

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Vlad was fuming when they finally arrived back at his manor, exiting the ghost portal with his boots stomping on the floor. Danny followed soon after, equal parts amused and annoyed at his lover's short temper. He rolled his eyes as he landed, transforming back to a human and crossing his arms.

"Vlad, can we please just talk about this?" he huffed, somewhere between exasperating and pleading.

"There is nothing to talk about," Vlad growled back, and Danny knew he was full of shit because the old man had yet to change out of his ghost form and was instead attempting to distract himself by fiddling with ectoplasm samples.

"Uh-huh." Danny sighed. He dropped his arms, running a hand through his hair as the other was placed on his hip. "I don't get what you're so worked up about! It was just a stupid prank, and you know how they all are! Especially when Walker's there..." Danny grumbled because, of course, Walker had to be there to enforce the rules of Christmas tradition. "He watches everyone like some extra creepy hawk when it comes to the stupid mistletoe thing. It doesn't mean anything!"

"Certainly seems like it meant something," Vlad stated. He placed his samples back in their case with a little more force than the delicate test tunes should really take, turning back to Danny with glowing red eyes set in an accusing glare. "Which, by the way, you didn't tell me you were so chummy with the Master of All Time."

Danny frowned, a glare of his own leveled at Vlad. "Uh, I did tell you? Like, a few years ago?" He crossed his arms again. "Clockwork's just a good friend, I don't get why you're so"-

"Just a friend who kisses you at the first opportunity that presents itself?" Vlad sneered, cutting him off. "Oh, yes, such a wonderful friend! He was practically leering at you the whole time we were there!"

"He was not!" Danny shouted back. His own temper was rising quickly with the accusations.

Vlad was practically snarling now. "And you! You were so quick to fall into his arms when he grabbed you! You were practically swooning for him!"

Hurt and guilt were bubbling in an uncomfortable mixture in his stomach as Vlad shouted at him. And the night had started out so well! They had gone to the annual Christmas Truce party in the Ghost Zone, and all their enemies and frenemies gathered at Ember's Island in the Zone. She had collected a tolerable mix of classic and hard rock Christmas songs into one expansive playlist, and the drinks had been spiked with enough alcohol to loosen up even the most tense of ghosts (Danny and Walker). Vlad and Danny arrived together; they mingled, danced, and performed bad karaoke.

All in all, Danny had enjoyed himself immensely. The Truce parties were always more fun with Vlad, and ever since they got together, he actually looked forward to some Christmas-y celebration. Vlad didn't celebrate the same as his own family (which is to say he didn't fucking argue over pointless Santa shit and ruin the whole damn holiday), so Danny actually found himself appreciating the holiday a little more with each year they spent together.

Clockwork had even shown up, stopping in for his usual five minutes or so like he did every year to remind everyone he still existed and to steal some spiked eggnog. Danny always enjoyed seeing the old time keeper, and getting a chance to talk with him outside of his lair was a bonus.

Maybe it was his fault for not paying attention to where they were chatting. Maybe it was his fault for mentioning to Vlad a few years ago that he once harbored a small crush on the Time Keeper. Maybe it was his fault for drinking a little too much eggnog and letting random ghosts kiss his cheeks under the various mistletoe placed in all the doorways of Ember's lair. He'd taken advantage of it enough over the course of the night to kiss Vlad as much as the older ghost would allow, illiciting cat-calls from everyone around them to placate the man after each platonic smooch to the cheek. It was definitely not his fault when Walker had appeared over him as he was laughing with Clockwork, the stern ghost's arms crossed as he glared pointedly at them. Danny had gazed back up at him, confused and definitely drunk and uncomprehending until Walker's glowing eyes flicked up to the chunk of red green above them. Danny's face went red, and he laughed a little for forgetting the rules. He waved Walker off, turned to Clockwork to place a friendly kiss to his old friend's cheek, only to suddenly meet warm lips when Clockwork abruptly turned his head to kiss him for real.

Danny may have squeaked, and it may have come out as a bit of a moan, and the other ghosts in the room cat-called them and cheered, especially when Clockwork's arm went around Danny's waist to pull him closer. Clockwork kissed him like Vlad did, hungry and desperate, but he thankfully kept his tongue to himself - Danny absolutely would have moaned had he slipped in some tongue. His years old crush came rushing right to the front of his drunken brain, and he kissed back, Clockwork's lips firm against his own, his hand moving up to clutch a robe-clad shoulder. The old ghost was solid and strong against him, but not as warm as he was used to. Intelligent thought returned almost as soon as it left when Clockwork kissed him and Danny pushed the old ghost away, staring with widened eyes as Clockwork gazed back with that infuriatingly all-knowing smirk. He glanced over Danny's shoulder with that same smirk, glanced down at Danny. He then placed another quick kiss to Danny's lips, winked, and then was gone with a wave of his staff. Danny was left blinking in confusion, only jostled out of his thoughts by hands clapping his shoulders and teasing jeers going in one ear and out the other.

It wasn't until Kitty pulled him aside as he was looking around for Vlad in a confused daze to tell him the older halfa flew off in a rage that he sobered up almost instantly, calling out a quick good-bye to everyone to chase his lover back through the Ghost Zone with worry tearing him up from the inside out.

"Vlad, please..." Danny started, the fight already leaving him. He already hated the holiday enough, and to add another fight to his memories of it was quickly souring his mood, especially when it seemed he was only just starting to get over his issues with it, too. He wrapped his arms around himself. "I'm sorry, okay? It didn't mean anything!"

"How can I believe that?!" Vlad roared back. His fist banged on the table, and Danny jumped, taking a step back as the anger Vlad carefully hid these days came bubbling to the forefront. "Every year, you let them all grope at you and kiss you, and... and touch you! You let them do it! And tonight, you kiss them, and they kiss you, and you have the nerve to come over and kiss me like you're not all but flaunting yourself to them! And you just... let Clockwork have you like that?! He's allowed to kiss you in front of me, like I don't mean anything to you -"

"You mean everything to me!" Danny screamed. Vlad shut up, his jaw snapping closed with an audible click as his red eyes widened. There were tears in Danny's eyes, threatening to spill over, but he grit his teeth, glaring at Vlad and willing himself not to break over something like this. "You mean the world to me, Vlad," he stated again, calmer this time. His fists clenched at his sides. "Here I am, dumb and insecure and scared all the time, afraid you're gonna leave me because of some stupid thing I did because I couldn't bother to think for two seconds, and you're..." He took a shaky breath. "You're so smart... You're strong and handsome, and you have so much money, and you can have anyone you want! I barely passed high school without your help, and I'm not any of those things! I can hold my own in a fight, sure, but without my ghost half I'm a weak, insecure mess, and for some reason you still look twice at me!"

The tears spilled over, and Danny was quick to rub them away. Vlad stared back at him, his eyes wide. Danny couldn't look at him. "I don't know why Clockwork kissed me like that..." he murmured, changing to his ghost form. "But he knows things, especially things he shouldn't, and he never does anything without reason, so whatever his reason is, it must be good." He laughed bitterly, staring down at his white boots. "Or maybe he was just being selfish for once because he knows I'll never leave you..." He said it so quietly, he wasn't sure Vlad heard it, but at this point, he didn't care. Danny sighed. He glanced up at Vlad from under his bangs, his feeling dull and wet. "I'm not gonna fight with you about this. Come find me when you want to actually talk."

He floated up towards the ceiling, stopping only at the call of Vlad's quiet, "Daniel..." When he glanced back down, Vlad had a hand held out as if to catch his tail. Vlad visibly struggled for words. "It's cold out..." he finally muttered.

Danny stared back at him dully. Then he formed a ball of light blue energy in his hand, pulling directly from his core to aim a blast of ice at Vlad's feet, freezing the man to the floor. Vlad gasped, stumbling in place as he tried to regain his balance. "Thaw yourself out," Danny said, and he phased through the floor.

The manor was chilly as he floated up, and outside was just below freezing. It was dark, the sky completely shrouded in clouds. Danny flew to the roof, barely aware of the temperature as he sat, knees pulled to his chest and arms wrapped around them. He rested his head on them, gazing out over the countryside, the lights of Madison glowing under the overcast sky.

He didn't know how long he sat there. He didn't notice the temperature drop further or the winds pick up speed. He didn't notice the passing of time at all until warmth settled at his side, Danny shivering at the sudden temperature change. He turned his head just enough to watch Vlad make himself comfortable next to him, a veritable furnace of heat through his suit. Danny shivered again. He turned his gaze back to the distant city.

They were quiet as they sat there, the night even quieter around them. Danny refused to be the first to break it.

Eventually, Vlad sighed. "I'm sorry..." he muttered. He sounded broken, but Danny still didn't look at him. He pulled his legs closer to his chest. "I get... jealous..." There was a rustling as Vlad ran a hand through his hair.

Danny snorted. "You think?" he grumbled into his arms. "You're jealousy is legendary at this point."

"I know..." Vlad sighed again. "But I am sorry. I didn't mean to start a fight. But I can't stand watching you flirt with every ghost who gives you even a micron of attention!"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Then just say that!" he exclaimed. He lifted his head to level an icy glare at the older halfa. Vlad looked confused, and Danny almost wanted to laugh. "Just tell me you don't like if I'm doing something, and I'll stop! You don't have to sit there and suffer in silence if I'm going overboard being friendly with others until you can't hold in your anger anymore. You're the most jealous man I've ever met, but you need to realize that I'm not going anywhere."

Danny blew out a sharp breath. "I'm sorry about Clockwork. I only meant to kiss his cheek the same as anyone else. I was gonna come back and kiss you just like I had been, but I got caught up and confused in the moment." He leveled a teasing grin at Vlad. "He kisses almost like you do, you know."

Vlad bristled next to him, and Danny couldn't help but laugh. "I should certainly hope I kiss better than him."

Danny laughed again. "More satisfying at least," he teased. Vlad open his mouth to retort, glaring, but Danny leaned in, kissing him quiet. It was a soft kiss, sweet and as satisfying as he claimed - nothing like how Clockwork had kissed him earlier in the evening. He nibbled Vlad's lower lip, opening his mouth to brush their tongues together when Vlad asked for entrance. Warmth filled his belly, settling the sour feelings from earlier. Danny loved it.

He pulled away- not very far. Just enough to brush their noses together and breath warm puffs of air against each other's lips. Vlad rested their foreheads together, sighing. "Daniel..." he murmured, and emotion clawed up Danny's throat, words he had never spoken before resting on his tongue.

"I love you..." he murmured back, soft and sincere. He watched under lidded eyes as Vlad's own widened. He gave him a small grin. "I think we might be a few years overdue, but... I do. I love you, fruitloop."

He found himself suddenly in Vlad's lap, impossibly warm arms wrapped tight around his waist. Vlad buried his face in Danny's shoulder, his own shoulders shaking, and Danny wrapped his arms around them, holding the man close. "Never leave me..." Vlad muttered. "Don't leave me, never leave me, and I'll love you as long as you'll have me!" Vlad whispered those three little words over and over again, and Danny couldn't help but smile, burying his face in black hair as a giddying feeling erupted like butterflies in his belly.

"We need to work on your confessions..." he stated, nuzzling raven hair. Then he pulled away, forcing Vlad to lean back with gloved hands cupping his blue face. Danny smiled. "I love you. I'm not going anywhere."

Vlad barely managed to respond with an "I love you, too" before Danny was kissing him, hungry and sweet and loving and desperate and everything in between. Vlad moaned under him, and he didn't pull away until he felt drops of cold settle on his cheek. Their cheeks were flushed as they leaned back. Little white flakes stood out in Vlad's hair, quickly melting.

"It's snowing..." Danny mumbled. Then he was grinning, sticking out his tongue to catch one. When he glanced back down, Vlad was smiling, softer than he ever had before.

"I love you..." he murmured to the boy, and Danny's cheeks flushed further. "Merry Christmas, Daniel."

Danny kissed him again.

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I haven't edited this, I just busted it out real quick, I'm so sorry!

[meowblnk]

Marble Surface - (Alex Keller x OC)

- SMUT MDNI -

It's my first time posting a fanfiction, so any constructive opinions are welcomed :>

My OC, isn't really specified, she's a woman and everything else about her is for you to imagine 🤍

Word Count: 1.8K

!public sex!

Winter evenings have always been a favorite time of day for those two. Whenever they had the opportunity, they went for walks, accompanied by the sound of breaking snow under their boots. The ice flakes falling on their cold faces, didn't disturb them, while they were enjoying themselves.

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Their relationship lasted for over 3 years then, and at the same time, Alex stopped working in the army. During the time as a soldier, his priorities changed drastically. Perhaps because he met Lana, who almost immediately became the most important person in his life. In any case, now that he could finally fulfill his role as her fiancé, they decided to move in together. The couple spent months to find, check with their own eyes, and finally chose the apartment that would meet their expectations. 

It wasn't long before Alex arrived at Lana's parent's house, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her off the ground, with excitement in his eyes. After reaching the place, they saw a breathtaking view. The perfect apartment, exactly what they dreamed of and talked about for weeks. Without hesitation, they signed the contract and after a few days, the key was placed in their hands. They were both incredibly committed to the renovation and creating the perfect zone for the two of them, and maybe someone else in the future...

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On a winter afternoon, they went to a furniture store. Lana had a vision for most of the rooms, but she wanted to see some sample layouts for more ideas. Driving to the location, Alex placed his right hand on Lana's thigh and squeezed it lightly. The woman could never resist her partner's touch. She melted with the smallest acts, even though they had been together for quite a long time. Daydreaming about her man, Lana looked up at him and his heavenly smile. She didn't take her eyes off his face, even when he pointed out that he couldn't concentrate on the road when she looked at him like that.

"It's your fault. No one told you to look so good..." - she said. "Okay, okay, you're right. Well then, enjoy the view, sunshine." - he chuckled, still caressing her thigh. They parked and he immediately rushed out of the car. Of course, Alex had to open the door and help her with getting out. That's how he was raised; with respect and love. He intertwined their fingers together, and they slowly walked towards the store.

The couple wandered through various aisles, looking at living room sofas, tables, and basically just fooling around.

They arrived at the section with beds and sample bedrooms. One caught Alex's attention - dark green walls with wood accents. Furniture in the same shade, with a minimalist mirror in the corner of the room. Where everything was completed with green plants. The bed frame was black painted wood, and the celadon bedding perfectly emphasized the room's mood. When Alex was standing with his phone and taking photos of the room, Lana, without thinking, jumped on the bed and pulled the man with her in one move. They both fell onto the soft mattress. Alex laughed softly in surprise. The woman quickly climbed on top of him. Holding his hands, she placed them on her hips.

"Does this bedroom satisfied you?" - she asked, smiling down at him.

Alex grabbed her body firmly, pressing it against his. "I think so, honey."  Then he slowly sat down, adjusting her position on his lap. Their faces were millimeters apart. His facial hair gently tickled the skin of her neck as Alex placed a single kiss on it. Lana grabbed the back of his head and brought him closer, kissing his cheek. They both giggled, but then realized that the room they were in, was in explicit view. The sound of someone's footsteps could be heard from quite close away. Alex slowly took the woman off of him and stood up still holding her hand.

They moved on to look at the bathrooms, although they weren't particularly interested in this part, as they both had the perfect design already. They also visited the children rooms area, where Alex, despite joking and teasing Lana, actually thought about the far-near future where they would start a family together.

Finally, there were kitchens at almost the very end. The couple spent over 3 hours in the store and it was quite dark outside. Other people were probably already at the checkouts or the store buffet. Both of them were moving from one sample kitchen to another, looking at every cabinet, drawer, chair, etc.

After visiting a few rooms, Lana saw the perfect one. She thought, she would never leave this place. Everything was perfect, white wall tiles, gray cabinets, a sink that perfectly matched the rest, and an island with beautiful white chairs. But most importantly, Lana couldn't resist the marble countertop. The white color, mixed with a delicate ash gray, gave the effect of an iridescent surface. The woman, as if hypnotized, stared at it with significant concentration. Alex noticed that and, taking advantage of the situation, he silently approached her and while behind her, he grabbed her by the waist and pressed her against the counter. Surprised, Lana putted her hands on the previously mentioned surface, confused by the situation.

"Do you like this countertop?" - he whispered into her ear, placing his head on her shoulder.

"Umm, it's beautiful, we definitely have to own the same one..."  - she lowered her voice.

"Why don't we test it, to make sure it's comfortable enough when I fuck you against it?" - his words fell into her ear, bouncing around her mind. Lana felt the instant change of temper in his voice. She knew Alex wanted her. Although Lana was distressed, because they were in a public place.. Alex loved the adrenaline rush and when he was in the mood for intimacy, he didn't see a problem with anything or anyone..

"Alex, stop being silly.. people might catch us." - she mumbled, rubbing herself lightly against her man.

"You say one thing and do the other, honey... I'm not fooling around at all, I'm completely serious..." - he replied, then looked around the store.

His hand smartly went to her breasts, squeezing them gently. A quiet moan escaped her lips.

"There's no one here anymore, and we're at the very end.. Also, I think the cameras don't reach this far..." - he said.

"Alex, can't we wait until we get out of here?" - she asked, skeptical of the situation.

"No, I want you here and now." - he refused, slightly annoyed.

It wasn't hard to tell, that Lana also had naughty thoughts about Alex. After a quick reflection, she nodded, placing her hand on his.

"A quickie won't hurt anyone, huh?" - he whispered for the last time, lifting her skirt. With a gentle but confident movement, he slid her tights down to her knees and placed his cold fingers on the thin material of her panties. The woman shuddered under his touch. He calmly glided along the edge of her underwear, professionally sliding it down. Alex felt the wetness and slowly applied pressure to the deprived place with his fingertip.

"You could have told me earlier that you needed me..." - he murmured into her other ear, kissing her neck sloppily.

Lana moved her hips back intentionally, waiting for Alex, to pay more attention to her. Reading her moves carefully, he dragged her against him. Then, bucked her waist, and without warning, slid one finger right into her. Lana moaned softly, both in pleasure and surprise. His hand moved slowly in a sequence, in and out. Years of mutual experiments meant, he knew exactly where his fiancée's most sensitive area was. Curling his finger in, he hit the right spot. Lana gripped the countertop tighter, shifting some of her weight onto it, as well. Alex added another finger, sending a pleasurable breeze through her spine. His touch was precise and tenacious. Moving and circling the swollen bundle of nerves, he listened eagerly to Lana's increasingly desperate sounds.

Feeling the tension in her body and the expressive signs, he knew she was already on the verge of finishing. Alex expertly delivered a final deep thrust, sending waves of pleasure crashing through her whole body.

Despite achieving his goal, Alex didn't stop. Taking a step back, he bent her more down onto the marble countertop, she admired so much.

Still panting and trying to recover, Lana was immediately forced to move to the next stages.

"Spread your legs, I need better access." - without waiting, he knelt on both knees, positioning himself between her thighs.

Alex sank his mouth into her wet folds, swirling and rubbing his mustache against her delicate skin. His tongue danced and moved, building incredible pressure in Lana's body.

Lana's thoughts were long ago sent to the abyss, and white sparks of pleasure appeared.

Even though Alex was hiding under her, she could feel him smile. As he continued to mercilessly pleasure his woman. His tongue penetrated deeper and movements became more urgent and willful. Man's mouth searched for the most sensitive places, as his hands tightened around her legs.

Lana felt the intensity building within her. Her moans, although quiet, increased in volume and frequency. She tensed again, balancing on the rim of overwhelming satisfaction.

With one last, intense flick of Alex's tongue, he brought her to orgasm, flooding Lana's with a gush of bliss. His muffled grunts vibrated against her sensitive flesh. He licked every drop of her, savoring it. He continued to work with mouth and tongue, lengthening her pleasure. Wanting to draw out the last quivers of pleasure until Lana's body finally relaxed.

Alex pulled away and stood up, gently picking up her underwear and tights, and pulling them back. Lana's legs were shaking, she hadn't felt such physical effort for a long time. The man turned the woman to face him. His eyes shone with pride and admiration. With a characteristic smile of his, he used his hand to wipe his wet facial hair.

"Honey." - he began in a husky voice. "Your happiness is the most important to me, I am completely pleased to make you go through it."

Alex pulled Lane closer, his strong arms wrapped her in a hug.

She hit him lightly on the shoulder and, straightened her skirt.

"I swear.. Next time I'll go to the store alone... I've never been so scared..." - she said, slightly offended. "However, I can't deny it... I liked it very much..." -  she murmured more quietly this time.

"What are you saying? I can't hear you, crybaby." - he added, teasing with Lana.

"Write down this marble countertop in your notes, it's prepared for your stupid ideas."

[duckapus]

letitsnow :)

When we last left our heroes, they had managed to get the fifth Wonder Seed and reach the next Zone...at the cost of several of their friends and their ride. We now see them trudging miserably through the snow in the dark of night, with Mario carrying Root so she doesn't have to struggle to keep up, desperately hoping they reach the next seed, or at least shelter, before they all freeze to death.

And, as if they weren't getting shit on enough already tonight, the weather is starting to kick up into a blizzard. As you might expect, this is a problem, especially since they already weren't equipped to handle the calm weather.

All too soon it proves to be too much, and they all begin to slow down and eventually collapse, too tired and cold to remain conscious. Somehow, despite being both part plant and part snake, Root is the last to fall. And just before she does, she sees a light in the distance, and what must be a half-dreamed heavily cloaked figure approaching with it.

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When she wakes up, she's laying on a beat up red couch in what seems to be a cave, wrapped in blankets. She looks around, finding other mismatched furnishings, and a vaguely familiar looking man engulfed in a thick fur cloak.

(you'll have to imagine the cloak. And yes, his sword is transparent, it's a Whole Thing)

He looks up, as if he can sense her gaze on him, "Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?"

Root thinks that over. While her rapidly developing invulnerability hadn't fully protected her from the cold's immediate effects, it apparently had at least prevented any lasting damage, at least from what she remembers of how the aftermath of being That Cold is supposed to feel, "...Hungry, I guess?"

The man hums and nods once, "Understandable. Come, your allies are in the other chamber discussing plans."

That gets her up. She follows him out to the cave's entrance (and the glimpse outside reveals that it's now day, and it's overcast but the blizzard is done), where Sig and the adults are sitting around a fire talking. Meggy's the one who spots them.

"Root!" she jumps up and runs over, pulling the kid into a hug, "Oh, we were so worried! Thanks for looking after her Schezo."

He just huffs and walks past her, apparently not interested in pleasantries, and now that everyone's there they begin to discuss what's currently happening.

Apparently, they collapsed just outside Schezo's cave, which according to Sig is where he already lived before the whole Wonder Effect thing, and they're just a few minutes walk from what's supposed to be Primp Town but is currently some sort of ice fortress. That's where the seed is, and although they don't know who's in charge they do know who they're in charge of, as icy versions of Primp's citizens and Melony can be seen patrolling the grounds.

Since they don't really stand a chance against that many mages, much less the actual demigoddess, in their current state, their best option is stealth (because that went so well for them last time). Schezo will also be joining them.

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What follows is...well, it's basically Mission Impossible On Ice. There's several close calls, until they eventually reach a throne room, where the cyan Wonder Seed is embedded in the top of the throne. When they're in the process of digging it out, the fortresses master arrives.

" Step away from my throne, you fiends!"

The group is stunned for a moment...before Mario doubles over laughing, "Are you kidding? That one old hobo guy!?"

"Stop laughing at me! I am the king of these lands, and I will be treated with respect!"

This does not help, "Man, and I thought you couldn't get any crazier!" he continues laughing for a few seconds, before he's forcibly stopped by a blast of ice magic from the old man's hands that encases his head in a block of ice.

"On the contrary, Mario, I'm more lucid than I've been in decades. Finding that Wonder Flower was the best thing that's ever happened to me! No longer am I a senile old fool, wandering aimlessly and serving as the butt of every joke! Now, not only is my mind clear, but I have power! Authority! An army of magical soldiers at my command!"

As he says this, the soldiers in question pour into the room, surrounding the group.

"Old Man Hobo is no more! I am now OLD KING WINTER! And I'll stay that way, even if I have to doom the rest of the Kingdom to oblivion. Guards! Get that seed away from them at all costs!"

And so the fight is on...and it's late and I'm still not any good at fight scenes so we're just gonna skip to them being outside, Wonder Seed in hand but getting worn down fast.

Marcy calls out from where she's struggling to fend off some sort of fish man, "It's no use! There's too many of them, and even if we get away now they'll catch up long before we reach the barrier!"

Kamek swears under his breath, "She's right, we need a miracle, or at least a vehicle."

As if in answer to their prayers, a car horn blares over the din of the battle, and what appears to be a tour bus on tank treads barrels clear through the crowd, then stops with a 180-degree skid and deploys a pair of cannons from the sides, which fire a barrage of Bullet Bills that clear the field further, and a turret rises from the roof and shoots Bob-ombs.

As the powder begins to settle, the bus is revealed to be for "Phineas and the Ferb-Tones" and the door opens to reveal the brothers themselves inside, with Phineas in the driver's seat, Ferb by the door, and both in winter clothing.

"Get in, quick!"

Not needing to be told twice, everybody piles in, with Ferb helping them up since the treads make it a bit awkwardly tall. When he helps Root up, the two of them see that one of her hands has become blue, but wordlessly decide to save that unfortunate reveal for when they're not in the middle of all this chaos.

One they're all inside, Ferb shuts the door and Phineas guns it, heading straight for the barrier between the Winter Kingdom and Muppetopia. 4 comes up beside him.

"How are you guys here!?"

"You know how after your ship went down you lost contact with Sage?"

"Yeah."

"Well, after that happened, Bowser decided to see if there was anything he could do to help. And it just so happened that Ferb and I were in his Zone when the quarantine shield went up, and we'd managed to stay unconverted this whole time. So he recruited us to find you guys, and we built ourselves a sweet Battle Bus, headed over to your last known location, and followed your trail here."

"Uh, guys?" everyone turns to look at Cubot, who's staring out the back window, "I don't want to alarm you, but Melony's on our tail and coming in fast!"

Sure enough, there's Melony, and not only is she flying fast, she's accelerating! Phineas kicks the bus into high gear and pushes the pedal all the way to the floor (well, figuratively speaking. he's actually using a remote control. he's not old enough to drive after all), and Ferb fires everything they've got, but she's just plain faster and stronger than anything they have. And the barrier's getting ever closer, but it's just not enough.

Cubot folds down into his cube form and quakes with fear, "We're not gonna make it!"

Root stares down at the spreading blue on her hand, before balling it into a fist and glaring at the back window with determination, "Oh, yes you are."

Meggy's the only one close enough to hear her "'You?' Root, what are you planning?" Root ignores her and starts running towards the back of the bus, "ROOT!?"

As she runs, she shouts back, but not to Meggy, "Ferb, the door!"

Dutifully, if regretfully, he hits a button on his own remote that opens the back door, and Root leaps out before anyone can stop her, tapping into her powers in midair, with her converted hand very conspicuously getting covered in ice armor instead of white scales, and slams said hand into the ground when she lands, causing a massive tangle of white roots to burst out of the ground from either side of her and engulf Melony.

"ROOT!"

As the door closes once again, everyone turns to Ferb with varying levels of rage and confusion, "Why would you-"

He cuts them off, "She was converting!" As that sinks in, he sighs heavily and looks down at the floor, "we both saw it when she came in. She would've had to stay behind anyway. I'm sorry."

And, well, there's not really much to say to that, so the group just ends up taking their seats and riding on in a tense silence.

Next stop, Muppetopia.

[harrysxcarolina]

Revenge - 02

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: swearing, a tad bit angst, mention of death/murder

"Get in the car," Styles says as he pushes me towards the passenger door. He starts to walk in front before quickly stopping to look at me when he realizes that I haven’t moved an inch. "I'm not going to tell you again, get in the damn car." His eyes were dark, barely visible against the dim alleyway.

My body stays rooted to the pavement and silence takes over us. I have no idea where this newfound confidence and stupidity came from, but my body is refusing to listen.

His body tenses at my refusal. "Either you willingly get in the bloody car or I'll force you. Either way, you're going to get in the car," He says as he clenches his fist and takes a step closer to me towering over me once again. This time I can not only feel the heat radiating off his body, but I can also feel his chest heaving up and down.

Slowly moving my eyes up his body to meet his dark ones only one thought crosses my mind. I do not want to get in the car or go anywhere with this man. I’m beyond scared and terrified for my life, but I stand firm.

"No," I manage to spit out, surprised at how calm and collected my voice sounded. I have to stand my ground, even though he could easily send a bullet right between my eyes, leaving me just as lifeless as the man behind me, “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He takes another step closer to me, if that was even possible. Our bodies are basically one as he stares down at me. He clenches his fist so tight that I see his knuckles turn snow white. He swipes the tip of his tongue across his lips. His body posture is rigid and hard. Bending down so his face is right in front of mine. He seethes through his clenched teeth, "It's not a fucking option. Get in the bloody fucking car."

I stare into his dark, cold eyes. "I said no." He takes a deep breath before running his fingers through his untamed, curly hair. He turns quickly to face the dead man. Before I know what was happening, he turns around grabbing me and drags me over to the dead body in front of us.

"Do you want to end up like him?! Do you want to end up with a bullet through your fucking head all because you won’t follow simple instructions?!" He forces me to really look at the lifeless man on the ground. My heartbeat pounds in my ears as I feel my face drain of blood. I suddenly feel my lungs constricting against my chest as I try to fight the panic inside me.

I can’t seem to tear my gaze away from the scrawny man's body. Tears pool in my eyes and my body begin to tremble as his grip gets tighter. "I asked you a question. Do you want to have the same fate as him?" He asked as he yanks me closer to him. My back smacks into his front causing me to slightly lose my balance as I shake my head no. Tears pour down my cheeks like waterfalls.

"Then I suggest you get in the car and quit being stubborn.” He pushed me towards the sleek black Mercedes once again. He loosens his grip on my upper arm as we walk back. "Don’t even think about running. I will catch you." He walks to the driver's side and opens the door. He climbs in and I unwillingly copy his actions and slowly climb into the passenger side.

Locking the car doors and turning on the engine, he pulls out. My fingers turn to ice as reality really sets in that I may not live through tonight. "It's me again. I need to speak with Robin," He grumbles as he whips the car into the road and tightens his hand around the steering wheel. His deep voice startles me. My body is jerks around as he speeds down the open and empty road. "I don't give a fuck if he is in a fucking meeting. Tell him that it is urgent, and I need to speak with him right this bloody second." He shouts as he completely ignores the red lights in front of him and drives right through them.

Gripping onto the door handle I try to calm down my breathing, but all I seem to be able to do is stare at the man who just committed cold-blooded murder. My mind is racing and my body shakes in fear.

Who did he call before he saw me? How is he going to cover up the fact that a man is dead in the back alleyway of the book store I work at? What is he going to do with me? Surely I'm going to be dead soon. I’ve never heard of anyone else getting let go after witnessing someone murder someone else. Most importantly, who is Robin?

"Robin, it's Styles." He pauses as he whips the car left without even looking for oncoming traffic. Maybe he's trying to kill me via car accident so that way he doesn't have another murder on his hands. Surely he can make something up about the car rolling me to my death. That is if he doesn't flee the scene first. I mentally roll my eyes at the thought. "Yes, the job is done. I made sure he won't be an issue anymore for you." Silence fills the car for a moment. His eyes squint and his hands grip the steering wheel even tighter, "Because we have another issue on our hands." His gaze moves to me, his eyes are dark. His face flashes with unreadable emotion before turning stone and moving his gaze to the road in front of us. "I understand. I will be there in five." Without another word, he hangs up the phone.

"Wh-where are you taking me?" I stutter as I try to compose myself. He doesn't answer. Instead, he just keeps his eyes on the road and continues to increase the speed of the car.

"You know you aren't going to get away with this. You can't just kill an innocent man and then kidnap someone. I have people who will come looking for me, ya know." My voice rises as I start to really realize what is going on.

A soft chuckle is the only thing that leaves his lips. Another sharp turn right and I'm thrown back into the seat as he goes even faster than I could have imagined. "What do you find so funny? You aren't going to get away with this. Gloria has cameras all around the building. They have you on tape not only murdering that man but forcing me in your car."

"I for one think it's funny how you think that low life was innocent. I don't kill innocent people. Secondly, how you think I am stupid enough to believe you when you say that there are cameras in that god-awful alleyway. Do you think that I would be that naïve and gullible to believe that bullshit lie about Gloria having cameras up in the alleyway when that bookstore is barely making ends meet? You think that I didn't have every single detail worked out for tonight's events." Styles sneered as he came to a sudden stop.

"Clearly you didn't think of everything as I am an issue for your little plan," I state as I roll my eyes and stare him down.

"You don't know who I am and why I do the things I do. I advise that you rethink your smart-mouth responses before you have me do something that you will regret." He spits before quickly getting out of the car. He walks over to my side and opens the door. "Get out. If you know what is good for you, don't speak a word. You're giving me a damn headache with all your chit-chat."

He grabs my arm and leads me to a dark walkway. Glancing around at my surroundings, it's hard to tell where It’s pitch blackout. All I can tell is that there is a narrow walkway that leads to a white door. Dear god. Deep breaths, Raeelynn. We get to the white door and he quickly types in a code I don’t quite catch. That's when it hits me.

"Wait! In the car, you said that you only kill things that are not innocent. I didn't do shit. I was an innocent bystander. "Panic starts to set in. I realize something far worse than death waits for me on the other side. "If you don't plan on killing me then what do you plan on doing with me?" I ask pulling back on his grip. He drags me through the open doorway against my will. I fight against him. His grip tightens, but I don’t stop. I fight for my life.

"I never said I was going to be the one to kill you," He growls in my ear as he drags me further into the unknown building. Silence drapes over us and I force myself to accept the inevitable. I am going to die.

"Well, well, well, look who finally decided to show up to the party." The voice belonged to a tall, quite slender, but very attractive, male. He pushes off the wall that he was leaning on as he eyes the both of us up and down; more so me than my kidnapper. "And who do we have here? Someone who clearly shouldn't be here. Were the directions not clear enough for you, Styles?" He gloats as he begins to circle around us. He squints. His eyes are dark as coal. He traces his lips with his fingertips and a chuckle escapes.

"Oh for fucks sake Malik, shut up. Where's Robin?" Styles asked, his voice booming with annoyance. His body goes rigid and he slightly pulls me closer to him. "He's about to leave for a run. Probably to clean up the mess that you just made. Not only for yourself, but the whole damn pack." The raven-haired boy spits as he stops right beside me. I can feel his chest moving up and down as he takes multiple breaths.

"Back the fuck up before I make another mess, and this time I'll make sure the pack can't identify which body part belongs where,” He yanks me back and gets in between me and Malik.

"Why are you getting so defensive, Harry? You're the one who brought her back here. You know Robin won't approve of this. You know his rules. It doesn't matter who they are. The end game is always the same. It's only a matter of time before Robin and everyone else find out the truth." An evil smirk plays across his face. Truth?

"Don't make me repeat myself, Zayn. I swear I will gut you like a fish and I will enjoy every second of it. Don't test me." Harry takes another step closer to Zayn, towering over him. My spine tingles as the nauseous feeling works its way through my body. I don't know what comes over me, but I grip onto Harry tighter. I shield my body with his as Zayn's stare never leaves mine. There’s a sense of protection radiating off Harry as he grips my arm tighter. Not enough to hurt me, just enough to let my delusional mind convince me that he won't let this Zayn guy hurt me. Almost like Harry and I are connected in some emotional, sensual way. Which is hard considering I just witnessed him kill a man. There is also the whole kidnapping part.

"Alright, enough with the pissing contest, mates. C'mon, Harry. We both know you aren't going to do anything under the circumstances," A gentle voice echoes through the empty room. We turn towards the direction it came from. Neither Harry nor Zayn budges from their standoff stance. Harry has an inch or two on Zayn. He might be able to get a few good hits in, but Zayn seems like someone who fights dirty.

"Malik, you're needed at the docks. Both Tommo and Payne are down there waiting on you," The voice says, but this time he is much closer. Finally stepping into the light is a pale, blonde haired cutie. His eyes are soft and his smile radiates throughout his entire face. With a huff, Zayn spins on his heel and makes his way across the room and through the door that's on the opposite side of the room. The blonde glances at us before he stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"C'mon, lad. We don't have much time before they come back so ye better make it quick." His thick Irish accent rings through the empty room. Harry redirects me and pulls me in the direction of where the Irish man is standing. "Keep 'em busy for as long as you can, Horan," Harry sighs as we walk past him. We come to a sudden stop as Horan wraps a hand around Harry’s elbow.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about since I'm getting dragged into it? He's going to find out, and when he does, he will have both of our heads, mate," Horan says, causing Harry to straighten up in his stance and look down at him. His tenses again and his fingers tighten around my arm. I silently wince. Well, that is going to bruise.

"I already explained this to you. I can't tell you any more. I gave you an out and you chose to stay," Harry pauses for a second. A chuckle leaves his lips, "And please let him try and lay a hand on me. I'm not afraid to repeat history." He shoots a quick glance down at me before returning to the blonde Irishman. “I need to deliver the package. Either you help me or I will do this on my own. We both know that I don’t need your help, nor did I ask for it.”

Horan doesn’t bat an eye before he lifts his hand up towards Harry, “thick and thin, mate. Thick and thin.” His Irish accent runs deep as Harry lifts his hand to fist bump him.

“Thick and thin,” Harry whispers back before he quickly grips my arm and leads me through yet another door.

Harry leads me down a small hallway before stopping and pushing me against the wall. His arms on either side of my head blocking me in, and his eyes trace over my face. He doesn’t say anything for a moment. The silence feels suffocating.

“Please just let me go. I swear I won’t-” He slams his hand down beside my head. I fight back my tears. I can not show weakness.

“Stay here. Don’t move or make a peep. Got it?” He whispers as he adjusts the curls that have fallen into his eyes. He looks at me once more before sidestepping around me and makes his way a few feet down the hall, and disappearing into a room.

My heart races, starting its own chorus against my chest. My eyes wander the hall. There are two possibilities. One, I find a way to slip off and get as far away from here as I can. Or two, I make the dumbass choice to run and end up getting caught. Then my fate is settled. Death. Looking towards where Harry disappeared and then at the door he led me through, my mind made the easy decision.

Taking a step away from the wall, I turn on my heel and make my way back down the small hall in the direction we came from. The house looks huge on the outside, but the inside is a completely different story. Huge doesn’t even begin to describe it. Tiptoeing further down the hall in hopes that no one catches me, I pass the door we entered in. There's a small window in the middle of the door showing the dark garage. I see the blondie leaning against one of the tinted cars running his fingers through his locks as he looks down at his shoes. A very small sliver of hope radiates itself through my body that maybe I can find my way out of here.

Slipping past the door, I make my way deeper into the house, and find myself in a small room that is surrounded by old-fashioned leather furniture. The worn-out leather is slightly faded and you can see the wear and tear on the fabric. It’s surrounded in warm tones, mostly red and mahogany, filling the room as the bookshelves are filled from floor to ceiling, making the room seem bigger than what it is. There is a small desk lamp sitting on an old, wooden desk. It shows the room in a dim yellow light. Moving around the furniture, I quickly make my way through in hopes this room will lead to an exit.

I am met with another hallway; longer than the first. There are two doors on opposite sides of where I stand. The end of the hallway is nothing but darkness and I am worried that if I venture off that way, I will be met with a dead end. Perhaps there is no other way out than the way we came in? The thought alone fills me with dread. I am faced yet again with a decision I have to make. Left or right? Which door will lead to my freedom? Logically, it’s a 50/50 shot, but I don’t have time for mistakes. Grabbing the door handle on the right, I quickly turn the handle and swing open the door. My eyes scan the room in relief. I have never been so happy in my life to see a bathroom than I am right now. Right along the wall is a window. Taking a deep breath, I let the relief wash over me for a split second. I rush over to the window and my fingers fumble with the lock on the top. I quietly push the window up and step up on the toilet seat.

I work my way through the window and I can almost taste freedom. Swinging my leg out and across the window seel, I brace my hands against the sides of the window frame, willing myself to jump. Before I can make the decision, there is a firm tug on my ankle. Glancing over my shoulder, all the blood drains from my face. My heart feels like it stops beating altogether.

“Blondie,” I whisper. The taste of freedom fades away into the darkness of the night. Horan’s eyes nor hand leaves my body. Neither one of us dare to say a word as time seems to have come to a complete stop. Tears swell up in my eyes. Quickly wiping them away and adjusting myself on the ledge, I look outside. The moon is high in the sky and a dark orange. It lights up the entire backside of the house. The sound of water seems to be right behind me.

“I don’t know you, nor do I know what Harry’s fascination is with you. But what I do know, is that if you continue to try to go down this path, it will only end up in a world of hurt,” Blondie whispers as his grip on my ankle loosens but just barely. Chuckling to myself, I brush a piece of fallen hair behind my ear.

“You have no idea what my world is. You have no idea what happened tonight. The fact that I was simply at work, and witnessed a murder-” I huff, “fascination? You’re kidding me, right? He killed someone. He shot someone and their blood soaked into my shoes. I was- I was kidnapped and now I’m facing the same fate as that poor man in the alleyway. So, I will continue to go down whatever path I choose because, no matter what happens, I will end up with the shitty end of the stick. Not you, and especially not that bastard, will stop me from fighting ‘til the very last breath I breathe,” I spit, staring down at him before quickly lifting my leg and forcefully kicking him off of me.

Blondie fumbles backward as he tries to keep himself from falling. Taking my chance, I let myself fall backward out of the window. My back smacks the cold hard ground, knocking the wind out of me. I hear an Irish accent ring out from the window above.

“Bloody fucking hell,” Blondie yells as he stares down at me. He starts to push himself through the small opening.

“Shit,” I groan as I force myself up off the ground. I beg my legs to run faster. I don’t look back this time as I let the moonlight guide me to my escape.

[morgannalefey]

The notes on this post are frustrating. So I'mma ramble.

Harris will do more for what's going on in the middle east than anyone else running. Period. Full stop. Biden and Harris have been trying to negotiate on this for months and has been making progress. If you think that the president can just stop doing stuff with Israel because they want to, then you really REALLY need to learn more about how this shit works. Because they can't. They truly can't just do that without the fall out from doing that being worse for even more people in more places (see: trolley problem, and no, they can't just refuse to drive the trolley).

I am begging you to actually read up about how Walz handled the national guard thing in Minnesota and I remind you all that the governor of the state is not "commander in chief" of the national guard in their state. Walz held off on deploying the NG as long as he could, he set parameters for what they were going to be doing there. Once they were deployed, what happened on the ground was beyond his ability to control.

Nearly every complaint about Harris/Walz from the left is full of misinformation or basic misunderstanding of how the government actually works and how much power people in certain positions actually have in practice. You've all been so skewed by trump's complete lack of accountability you expect Dems to behave that same way. It's like you don't even realize that you're doing this.

I am 59 years old and I remember when rule of law meant something. I remember a functional government that actually enacted legislation to benefit the people. I remember when people with full time jobs were able to afford a one bedroom apartment near where they worked. None of you who are under 45 years old (or so) remember anything like this. Our government started tanking in the 1980s when Reagan's actions started bearing fruit. Your entire lived existence has involved a minimally-to-non-functional government running headlong into oligarchy (and yes, the democrats fully helped with that, I am not ignoring their culpability. They were too trusting and didn't believe that the republicans would sacrifice everything for power).

Your purity tests and demands are childish and unrealistic. You have a child's understanding of how all of these things work and no understanding of how interdependent all of the political things are. The urge to use the dark side (the tools that the warped supreme court has provided) is strong, and they bring about rapid results, but at the loss of our souls and driving us all headlong into the darkness. The desire for the tools to be used for good will never clear away the taint of using them. The democrats have been trying to get us back to rule of law and have so far been eschewing the tools of darkness.

"‘And now at last it comes. You will give me the Ring freely! In place of the Dark Lord you will set up a Queen. And I shall not be dark, but beautiful and terrible as the Morning and the Night! Fair as the Sea and the Sun and the Snow upon the Mountain! Dreadful as the Storm and the Lightning! Stronger than the foundations of the earth. All shall love me and despair!’ She lifted up her hand and from the ring that she wore there issued a great light that illumined her alone and left all else dark. She stood before Frodo seeming now tall beyond measurement, and beautiful beyond enduring, terrible and worshipful. Then she let her hand fall, and the light faded, and suddenly she laughed again, and lo! she was shrunken: a slender elf-woman, clad in simple white, whose gentle voice was soft and sad. ‘I pass the test,’ she said. ‘I will diminish, and go into the West, and remain Galadriel.’"

The republicans have forged the rings and put them on the hands of many. So far Biden has managed to avoid putting on The One Ring, and Harris will do so after him. Because they know the taint that will come with that absolute power and they are fighting against it.

But, just like Frodo, they have some shadow in them as well. You can't help but gain some shadow in you when you fight against such a dark enemy.

Harris choosing Tim Walz as her running mate sets a dangerous precedent that Democrats might do cool shit that voters love

[siriusmistakes]

DECEMBER 24, 2009; NUMBER 12 GRIMMAULD PLACE.

trigger warning: implied child abuse.

Snow had fallen so gracefully upon London. The muggle homes that lined Grimmauld square had bright, twinkling lights and Christmas trees that glittered in their frosted windows. If he listened closely, Sirius could make out the faint notes of ‘I’ll Be Home For Christmas’ playing on their static-filled radios.

He sat on a snow covered bench, his un-gloved hands red with cold, listening to the barely audibly music:

I’m dreaming tonight of a place I love Even more than I usually do And although I know it’s a long road back I promise you

The boy, just eleven, had only been home for three days and was already longing for the warmth of the Gryffindor Common Room, with its fire built up and roaring, or the snowy grounds where he and James and Remus and Peter had made poorly-crafted snow-elves (and then proceeded to have a snowball fight that ended with a snowy-faced Professor Kettleburn and a last-minute detention under all their belts, though it had been Sirius who’d thrown the fatal snowball).

His parents’ greeting at the train platform had been frosty—but that wasn’t entirely unexpected—and Regulus had lurked behind them, ever watching, ever the observer.

He heard the sharp shout of “Sirius!” though it was muffled behind heavy oak doors. Of course his mother was calling; he had to look smart for the annual Christmas party. He didn’t move, knowing it would more than likely result in a lack of dinner this evening; he was rooted to the spot. Frozen by the cold? Perhaps. Frozen to the spot because, for once, he craved silence, craved a moment’s peace that was not punctuated by mutterings of “My poor master and mistress, oh my poor mistress. Such a troubled, disgraceful boy.” Or worse, his mother’s shouting and heavy hand.

He still bore a dark welt across his cheek, though three days’ time and basic healing salves had helped it fade to a pale pink. But the imprint of a hand was still visible.

“Sirius?”

He hadn’t even heard the heavy oak door open, hadn’t heard the creak of the hinges or the soft crunching of boots over snow, “Mum’s looking for you.” Of course, of course, it was Regulus. Who else would be able to sneak up on him as easily and noiselessly as a ghost? His little brother was a head shorter than him, and just a year his junior, but he looked as close to a man as a ten year old could get.

Regulus’s dark hair, that same same ebony shade as Sirius’s (though the latter’s was flecked with ever-falling snow) was shorter and perfect styled to be kept out of his face. He wore a child-sized pair of bottle green dress robes—Sirius suspected he had a matching set hanging in his wardrobe—and those luminescent, gray eyes that were too wise for one so small, watched Sirius. Ever the observer.

“Sirius,” said Regulus again, his quiet, high voice tentative as he trudged through the snow, soiling his perfectly polished shoes, “Are you alright?” And there he sat, next to his brother, the snow dampening the seat of his freshly pressed robes.

“Mum’ll have your head if you ruin your outfit, Reggie,” Sirius muttered, his shoulder knocking a bit into his little brother’s. “And ‘m fine, really. Just needed a second. Y’know, before everyone comes in and I’m either the living freak show or a new piece of furniture that everyone ignores.”

A soft, small, warm hand gripped onto both of his chilled ones, holding fast for just a moment, knowing that, really, they didn’t have much time before they’d be parted once more—Regulus, after all, was to be paraded around as if he was Slytherin’s own bosom pal.

“You miss them. You miss being there.” They weren’t questions posed by his little brother, they were statements. He’d always been a little too smart for his own good.

“I miss being anywhere except here,” Sirius’s tone was harsher than any eleven year old’s should have ever been; for a moment he sounded nearly like a man. But those cold words had caused his little brother to stiffen in the slightest, and he sat up straight and tall. “I-“ Sirius’s voice, just a moment ago filled with such resentment, broke, and hot, fat tears rolled down his red-with-cold cheeks. “I just don’t like being back here. They hate me, Reggie. That’s never going away. I-I like it better at Hogwarts than here because… because people at Hogwarts like me,” A watery laugh and a stifled hiccup broke off his sentence.

In a barely audible voice, so quiet that, really, he wasn’t speaking to Regulus, but to himself, he whispered, “Nobody likes me here.”

But that little boy, with his intelligent gray eyes and, the ache in his chest of idolizing his older brother, just squeezed Sirius’s hand once more, and whispered back, “I still like you. You’re my brother. I’ll always like you.”

But the door opened—crashed open—and there stood Walburga, her dark hair elegantly done up and dolled up in a dress that matched Regulus’s plumage, her face white with anger.

“Regulus Black! Get up this instant, you’ll ruin your clothes!” And she took his free hand, and pulled him up and briskly, efficiently, brushed the snow from his robes. She send the younger Black inside, and he went obediently, with only one backward glance towards his brother.

Then Walburga turned her steely eyes to Sirius. “Get inside, I won’t tell you again.” For once, she was not yelling—it seemed her fury had surpassed even that—but her tone was deadly quiet. When Sirius didn’t move, just looked at her with red-rimmed eyes and a snow cold face, she walked and clasped his face with one taloned hand, so tight he couldn’t have moved his jaw if he’d wanted to. “Inside, boy. I will not tell you again.”

But Sirius’s quiet-for-once defiance, his heartsickness, left him still immobile.

“Fine!” His hard-lined mother shouted, inches from his face, that one syllable echoing and bouncing around the square. He flinched. “Fine! Stay out here all night! Freeze to death! At least this way, no one will have to look at the boy I raised and see what you’ve become.” She turned on her heel and walked back into the house.

He heard the click of the lock on the heavy door, and knew that, now, it would be no use trying to get back inside for a while.

He closed his eyes, ears listening hard, and heard it once more, so faintly, taking him to a large stone castle with suits of armor and pesky poltergeists and friends.

Christmas Eve will find me Where the love light gleams I'll be home for Christmas If only in my dreams

[chilumi-shipper]

I just saw your smut fic where albedo created the reader just for pleasure and I just thought of a concept as well 😳 I hope your requests are open, but if it isn’t, please just read it and give me some comments; or you could just ignore this :3

cw// albedo is quite heartless in this

Like, imagine the reader was discarded because albedo made another one, a newer and a much improved version of reader. And the reader was not supposed to feel emotions, but ended up feeling heartbroken in the end.

Albedo threw you to the cold pile of snow and buried you under; your body naked and unconscious. Unbeknownst to albedo, the primordial albedo (imposter bedo) found you a few days after and felt a sense of sympathy for you— given that he himself was also a discarded creation.

And so he brought you to a cave, fed and gave you some warm clothes for the harsh environment of dragon spine. However, he grew confused once you shed tears when you saw him— just when you woke up. Did he hurt you in some way? Or was it something that his identical “twin” did to you?

As the weeks that you spent with him go by, you came to realise who he really was. He wasn’t your creator, but you couldn’t help but love him as who he was. You don’t love him because he looks like albedo, you love him because he is himself.

Basically two people starved of affection falling in love with each other.

you’re willing to do requests, please make this a fic and add more to it :D (feel free to make it a smut fic)

Greatest Creation (2)

The mentioned fic: "Greatest Creation"

That's kinda sad though 😭 Reader and Fakebedo deserve love too!

Albedo x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, Angst/Comfort, Crying, Blowjob.

(Just a little drabble to add on 😉)

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The apple doesn't fall too far from the tree...

Much like how Rhinedottir abandoned Subject 2 of her artificial life project, Albedo has buried you deep within the thick snow of Dragonspine and deemed you "broken".

"Am I... broken?"

Last time you checked, you were completely fine, you did everything you were told the best way you can, you love your Master Albedo...

"Here." A carbon copy of your master handed you clothes, despite being a humonculus, your body is susceptible to the cold.

That fake Albedo was walking aimlessly around, thinking of another way to achieve his goal, when he felt a pulse from the ground. He dug you out of your grave, you screamed at him and tried to throw punches...

Unfortunately, you're not built to attack nor protect.

You immediately knew it wasn't your Albedo, he didn't have the mark on his neck that you and your master have.

Despite your cold and naked state, you demanded him to escort you back to your Master, unaware of who buried you in the first place.

Subject 2 felt sympathy grow within him, when you peaked by the corner of Albedo's camp, eyes stained with tears as your Master holds on very dearly to a girl very similar to how you look...

But that's not you...

You saw it all, the blueprints, the materials, the special alchemy table. All of which were used to create you.

You touched your neck, looking at the unmarked neck of the other girl.

The fake Albedo had pulled you away from the scene, leading you to where he's staying.

You're both discarded creations now, thrown away like trash.

It didn't help that this new Albedo you were staying with had the same face as your Master. You screamed and cried, letting all your emotions out for the first time of your short-lived life.

"Why... even though you don't try to be perfect anymore, this Albedo you're with now doesn't intend on leaving you?"

And now you're here.

"What are you doing?" "Albedo" raised an eyebrow when you dropped to your knees in front of him, your hands landing on his pants.

"This is how Master thought me to thank him when he does something for me." You answered, unbuckling his pants to reveal his length.

His cock popped out of his pants, landing right in front of your face.

You giggled, planting a kiss on his tip. "I hope you like it, my new Master."

"Albedo" seems to enjoy you and your little gestures a lot. Looks like what you learned from your previous Master isn't gonna go to waste.