#because ravens are drawn to shiny things

[dent-de-leon]

Oh…the raven perching on Molly’s grave and then flying away—it just feels different, knowing now that Lucien was fate touched—

[boothillssugarmomma]

sunday likes shiny stuff bc ravens likes shiny stuff, its just an idea

I love that idea! Birds all like shiny stuff so I could see him sneaking away with your jewelry and trinkets!

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Shiny Treasures

(Sunday x Fem!Reader)

cw-: lying Sunday, fluff, embarrassed boy, nervous boy 🤭

🎀 authorsnote: I literally was supposed to post this three weeks ago I'm so sorry 😭

please don't steal my work!

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Sunday had...a certain fondness for shiny things...a rather childish and unanticipated flaw to his character, really. No matter how small, insignificant or worthless they were.

Perhaps it had something to do with the halovians' innate desire for attention and glory, that would explain it. Or maybe it was because he was like a bird. But whatever the case, he was rather drawn to the gleam of precious gems and glittery accessories.

He sometimes tries to snatch your jewelry, thinking that you wouldn't notice, but fails miserably and you find that adorable.

"Hey hon do you know where that necklace I was wearing yesterday went?" You hum, peeking into his office.

Your boyfriend is hard at work, staring at some papers with concentration as he writes on them.

Sunday looked at you through the corner of his eye. His eyes looked a bit panicked before he started to concentrate on his papers again, but at this moment, he was just pretending.

"No, I don't...why my love?"

He answered with a simple reply. He thought that might work, right?

"Oh really?" You smile as you lean against the doorway. "I was going to wear it to that event we need to go to tonight."

Sunday stayed silent. And for some reason, his face started to redden a bit.

He knew that you weren't a fool. Why did he even think that you didn't know he stole your jewelry? Sunday sighed.

"Fine."

He opened his left drawer to carefully pick up your necklace and hold it out to you. Blushing as he looks away.

You snicker walking forward to lean down and kiss his forehead. "I know you like shiny things baby...but try to work on it?" Your voice soothes his embarrassment a bit.

Sunday looks at you, his face going even redder when you kissed his forehead.

"Mhm...I will...sorry"

He answered softly. He definitely didn't want to admit that he had an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, but he knew you already learned his secret anyways.

"Now...do you know where my rings are?" You glance into his eyes, yours have a hint of amusement while his are just plain panic.

"N-No..."

Sunday looked away. You knew he was lying again. He was bad at it, and he knew that you probably knew he was acting. You couldn't help but find that adorable.

"You must have placed them in our room...maybe on the nightstand!" He stammers a bit with his lie.

This wasn't like him and he hated it, the lying was killing him even if it couldn't be helped. He knew you weren't mad, you were amused, you loved his obsessions. But he still felt out of control with himself.

"Okkk..." You hum before kissing his nose. "So if I were to...check my nightstand in an hour...would they be back?" Your eyes narrow playfully as they gaze into his.

He blushed again. He really wasn't good at lying. Especially to you...his lovely girlfriend.

"Y-yes."

He replied. Sunday still found it quite difficult to look at you in the eyes while he was embarrassed like this. Why did he even steal them in the first place?

"Alright my little dove..." You smile softly, walking to the door before stopping and looking over your shoulder. "Oh and I wanted to tell you that I hung the suit you'll be wearing up on your door for when you get ready."

"T-Thank you, darling."

Sunday sighed of relief. He thought that you were going to keep asking him for jewelry back, reminding him of his little habit for the rest of the day. Sunday stood and followed to the door to grab his suit.

He quickly decided to give you a kiss on the cheek as a way to apologize for his silly behaviour.

"Let me know when you want me to help tie your tie. I'll be in our room." You smile before walking down the corridor out of his sight.

"Mhm, will do."

Sunday let out a heavy breath. Now that you're out of his sight, he has time to collect himself. He can't stop thinking about the feeling of your skin on his lips.

His thoughts always go crazy when you're around.

After he starts to prepare himself for the event, reading over his speech, making quick changes. He finally slips his suit on before glancing into his office mirror and remembering his tie.

He walks down the corridor where you had walked a bit previously into your shared room.

Glancing in he notices you sitting at your vanity, clearly doing your last preparations as well. His eyes soften as he watches you, his beautiful dove.

Finally he cleared his throat and spoke. "Hey, darling? Do you mind helping out a bit?" Holding the tie up he blushes embarrassed.

"Hmm?" You hum looking over your shoulder and glance at his undone tie. A warm laugh escapes your lips before you nod. "Cmere honey."

He walked over to you and wrapped his arms around your back. He looked at your neck, and decided to give a little peck to it. He then hid his face in your shoulders.

"I don't know why, but I feel quite embarrassed right now. I mean I should be able to do my own tie..." Sunday sighs softly. "Please Help me out, will you darling...?" He asked softly, his hot breath against your neck.

"Of course my love..." You hum, making quick work to turn around and start tying his tie.

His eyes catch a glint of light out of the corner of them. Glancing to your vanity he notices a pair of sparkly diamond earrings, ones he bought for you no doubt.

He caught himself looking at the earrings. But he was just so tempted to take them right now, but decided to try to restrain himself.

Sunday waited patiently for you to tie his tie. He found this kind of bonding with you wholesome...if only he wasn't thinking about those damned earrings.

He couldn't handle it anymore, so when you were distracted he used his arm length to his advantage and swiped the earrings, putting them in his pocket.

Sunday felt a sense of guilt, stealing your earrings, but he also felt satisfied. He had to act normal now, and hope you didn't notice he pocketed your earrings.

"All done!" You smile brightly as you turn to the mirror to show him. "God you look so handsome..."

His blush returns, even though he's used to your compliments...he can't ever get used to the notion that you're his. "Thank you, darling. You look absolutely stunning yourself."

He said, and gave you a smile. He wrapped his arm around you and kissed your hair lightly.

You both stand there for a few minutes, gazing at the mirror and at each other. But eventually the silence had to be broken.

"Ok! Go grab your speech and we can head out!" You smile patting his chest. He nods softly before you watch him walk to the door.

Sunday was obviously trying to rush out of the room, with a sense of panic in his mind that maybe you somehow noticed the earrings he just swiped.

"Oh and Sunday?"

His body tenses as he places a hand on the doorway. He gulps a bit before turning to you. "Y-Yes honey?"

"Earrings please." You snicker before holding your hand out. Eyes amused instead of angry.

"You noticed...?"

He asked, looking at your hand nervously. He slowly reached for his pocket and took out the earrings, reaching to hand them to you while looking away. He was as red as a flame spawn...

"It's hard not to when you bumped my waist with your hand while trying to reach for them..." You roll your eyes playfully.

He looks down at the ground, his wings drooping a bit. You gently cup his face and tilt his head upwards a bit.

"I could never get mad at my cute little dove..." You kiss his cheek. "Its kinda cute..."

"Heh...you mean that?"

He let out a sigh of relief. At least you didn't get mad at him for stealing your jewelry. He still had a hint of curiosity in his eyes though, wondering just how much jewelry you had.

Instead of asking he just gave you a small peck on the nose.

"My little Halovian..." You chuckle softly. "Such a jewelry snatcher." Walking to the front door, slipping your heels on. "Is your sister also like this?"

"Oh believe me...hah, she's worse."

"...remind me to never bring jewelry around her."

"Noted, my dear."

🎀End🎀

[sakachichi]

Drabble!Choso and you work at an office job, typing at the computer allllll day, eyes and heads burning from starring at your computer screens for nearly 10 hours a day.

But how did you even get such a draining job like this? Well after mindlessly applying to several jobs for weeks, this was the only place to call you back and hire you quite literally on the spot (after doing a 10 minute interview ofc). That was on a Friday, now it’s Monday and it’s your first day. Your boss comes up to you with a silver magnet badge with your name on it, giving you instructions to go to cubicle number 18. And so you do and you’re greeted by a slightly hunch backed, raven slick back shiny hair, and well tailored black and white suit wearing man.

You clear your throat before clacking your long acrylics against the cubicle wall, immediately catching his attention. Now you have a good view of him, he’s undoubtedly handsome, a thin black stripe running along his nose and half of his cheeks, and those typical thin black rimmed glasses resting on his nose.

“Yes?” His voice low and deep, rumbling through the air. “I was sent for training…” you confidently reply.

He hums before checking his watch, mentally preparing for a long day of human interaction. “Ok. Follow me” and so you do, for the next 10 hours you had to sit through and listen to the most vague conversation you’ve ever had, feeling so dumbfounded because you have zero understanding of anything.

And this goes on for a whole week, and you repeatedly ask yourself if he’s even trying to train you. But you prevail and try to work with you got.

Months go by and you’re doing well, getting bonuses for your hard work.

You have befriended almost everyone at work, creating a good routine there. And one thing on your routine was to annoy Choso with your flirting any chance you got. You can’t deny and say you hadn’t developed a crush on him, he’s so cute and a little mean you love it!

He’s always rolling his eyes and deadpanning at your flirtatious actions, ushering you coldly back to work before you could go any further.

It wasn’t until one day where you wore a rather tight dress, hugging so nicely at your curves, showing just the right amount of cleavage, and a glittery diamond necklace nicely sitting at the dip of your pushed together tits. Your hair curled to perfection and make up so soft and sultry at the same time, you looked stunning and Choso noticed.

His growing bulge was unavoidable, he couldn’t ignore his uncomfortable feeling. Periodically shifting in his seat, repeatedly clearing his throat and sighing as he tried to relax his emotions, taking loud slurping sips of his hot black coffee. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you and he hated it! Why’d you have to wear something like that to work?

He was gonna do something about it — he fiercely walks up to you, pointing a long finger at your face his expression covered in anger, frustration, and undeniable horniness.

“Miss <last name> you are violating the dress code, I’m gonna have to write you up for this!” He loudly whispered, and you look up at him with the sweetest doe eyes, trying to look as innocent as possible.

“Huh? Oh really? Oh gosh I must’ve not read the manual correctly, I’m sooo sorry Choso” you reply sweetly, Choso brings his index finger to raise up his glasses before nodding.

“Can we go to a conference room so you could help me read it better? It would also help to punish me..” you flirt, batting your eyelashes. Choso thickly gulps as he hesitates, he knows your flirting but for some reason he agrees. Leading you to a conference room, locking the door behind him and luckily the blinds were drawn..

He takes your request seriously, reading and explaining the dress code section of the companies manual while you sit there bored out of your mind not even hiding that you aren’t listening to a word he says.

Choso on the other hand, doesn’t mind, shamelessly staring at your tits from above his glasses. “Cho, I think I understand now”

“You do?” You nod and hum, gently scratching your acrylics against the wooden table before smoothly getting on your knees before him. Your hands gripping on his thick muscular thighs, shocked as you never knew he was built like that.

“How about you punish me now? Hm?” Choso raises his brow, “punish? How?”

A wicked smirk curves your ruby lips, “I suck your dick, and you gag me until you’re pleased. Until my throat is sore and my voice is hoarse”

Choso rolls his eyes and pushes your hands away, “no way in hell, I should report you to HR now.” That threat makes your heart drop, but you continue to pretend you’re not scared.

“Oh c’mon Cho, don’t be so prude~” you purr, hand now resting on his raging bulge. “You think I didn’t notice your friend here?” Your hand dangerously rubbing against his slacks, earning a sweet groan from Choso.

“Wouldn’t you like to shut me up? After months of tormenting you I’m sure you’d enjoy some peace and quiet, no?” You kept going, eyes staring at him so seductively. And Choso couldn’t help it anymore, rolling his head back as he lets out a frustrated groan. “Fuck! Fine do it, but if we get caught I’m reporting you”

You hum a smile, eagerly taking out his huuge cock, twitching after finally getting some fresh air. The tip fuming with pre-cum pooling up, veins so prominent you fear they might pop, and his pretty fat balls full with his precious cum. Your drooling as your lol out your tongue to lick under his dick, his thick vein hitting your tongue and you jolt.

“Oh! You’re big” you say before wrapping your mouth around his warm tip, and he lets out a sigh as his fingers grip at the arm rest.

Soon your bopping your head down his girthy shaft, hands playing his warm swollen balls. His bottom lip tucked in between his teeth as he swallows his moans, “shiiit, are you gonna gag on my cock or what? Make it quick”

God he’s so impatient! His fingers now gripping on your curly locks as he makes repeatedly gag on his fat cock, and you fucking love it. Tears fell down your face as you gripped onto his thighs, your toes curling in your heels as you held your breath.

This went on a good 30 minutes and 2 delicious orgasms from Choso, no breaks ofc! It’s your punishment after all.

“Are you gonna write me up, handsome?” You wipe your mouth and smile smugly at him.

“Just get get back to work, don’t let this happen again”

“I won’t make any promises, baby!”

Woooooow 🤯 this has been sitting in my drafts for decades! I love this lol 😛 it’s supposed to be a drabble but it’s long 😭😭

[noirapocalypto]

✧ ─── ᴄᴏᴠᴇɴ ⋆┊ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʟᴇꜱ

✧ ─── ᴏᴄ ⋆┊ꜱᴠʟᴇᴍ

Age: 29 Generation: 3rd Gender: Cis Male Species: Warlock • Demon Magic Type: Chaos • Shadow • Hedge Sexuality: Gay Astrological Sign: Aquarius Sun • Sagittarius Moon • Leo Rising Element: Spirit Languages Spoken: English • Cajun French • Arcani Occupation: Rapper • Music Producer Affiliations: Black Mage Records

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✦ Born Isiah Layne Hale, he took the stage name SVLEM early on in his career. Now a days, it's not uncommon for him to go by his moniker in most social settings--such as interacting with fans and even in his social circle. However, his family and coven still refer to him by his real name.

✦ Salem is half demon on his father Bastien's side. He is the only one in his coven that's half-blooded.

✦ He is the fourth oldest of his generation, coming in neck and neck with his cousin Darcy--who is only a few months younger than him.

✦ Salem gets along with most of his cousins but is closest to Darcy due to their closeness in age. Neither have siblings and have developed an almost sibling like dynamic with one another.

✦ Salem grew up apart from his coven, having been born and raised in the Republic of Texas rather than in North Cal. Because of this--his elder cousins Silas and Avis often tease him about being "from the streets"--referring to his crime ridden, gang infested hometown.

✦ His childhood friends are Alec and Amirah. They met in their early teens and have been friends since. Though their careers have taken them on separate paths, they remain close and get together when they can. They also collab with one another and are often seen in each other's projects.

✦ Salem takes pride in his magical prowess--a lot of his skills have been self-taught with plenty of trial and error. He has a natural curiosity and a hunger for knowledge, especially drawn to more unorthodox methods than traditional. Salem is a very skilled and powerful warlock--though he sometimes struggles to keep himself reeled in. His magic is chaotic, and at times, unstable.

✦ He is one of the only two members of his coven (the other being Darcy) that were born with the ability to shapeshift into an animal form. Because of his coven's association with corvids, Salem's animal form is a raven.

✦ Salem excels in hedge magic and magic relating to the astral realm. He inherited this skill from his father Bastien, who's demonic lineage gave him the ability to astral project. Salem learned this from his father, and honed his skills as he grew older.

✦ Salem is very fond of tantric sex magic, something he begins to study and practice much more often once he enters a relationship. He enjoys feeling connected to his partner and feels the closest to him when they're intertwined; body and soul.

✦ Because his soul spirit is a raven, Salem displays several raven-like qualities, even when he's not shifted. He's playful, intelligent, clever, has an affinity for shiny things and especially holds grudges against those that have slighted him. He mates for life (deeply monogamous) and courts his partner the way a raven would court it's mate.

✦ Much like his wild raven counterparts, Salem seems to get along with lycans and most wolf-adjacent individuals. He's able to understand them and communicate with them while they're shifted. He has even been seen playing with his lycan friends in similar ways that ravens play with wolves out in the wild.

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[rezcowgirl]

Make your friends draw things. For example: make them draw their favourite bird after 3 drinks. 

And then treasure them forever.

Corvid bloc power. I love that me and Jess basically drew the same thing, except her’s is a raven and mine is a crow with a peanut butter packet that I saw once (the…the one on the top left is supposed to be a crow, too. It was drawn by a 44 year old).

Alex also wrote: "ALEX. Dakota has friends" because I was saying that I'm pretty sure my mom doesn't believe I have friends...He's so thoughtful.

The only dress code was “wear your favourite socks”.  And the only request was "get sloshed on my schnapps" because we somehow ended up with THREE bottles of peppermint schnapps and I HATE that shit. But someone brought Poli Miele and made a 50/50 ratio shot with the schnapps and it weirdly worked?

About half of my friends don't drink, so I also offered two really nice proxies. I'm a wonderful host btw. Even if I fall ass first onto your face (you are welcome).

I slept for fifteen hours afterward, but I’d say the party was restorative. To my soul. Probably not to my body, but I can worry about that later. Falling into the laps of my friends trying to get around the kotatsu without upending everything, I was gifted one of those fleeting, shiny moments where I thought “I’m exactly where I need to be”. Those little affirmations mean a lot, because, um. If you haven’t figured it out, I’m not feeling that so strongly in my professional life. My SOCIAL life, though? Yay. 

Yay, when I actually get to see my friends and be social at least. I realize a big part of the grief of the last month has been compounded because I hadn’t seen anyone in weeks. I did go see Wicked with some friends the other week, but we all had to part right after.

Anyway, for the second time, the same person asked for my Tumblr. I really like her, but absolutely NO. So I said “OKAY! TELL ME YOUR SCREEN NAME!” and she was like “YAAAY” and she pulled out her phone, and I continued  “SO I CAN BLOCK YOU”. 

She was pissed. Pulled her phone to her chest, aghast at my rudeness. HAHAHAHA. YOU THOUGHT.

I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my venting space. It means a lot to me to have this place to sink all my anxieties into and to have impartial feedback when I most need it. (I stopped regular therapy last year lol. Lmao, even.)

This party was smaller than others, because there are some cracks though the group now. It’s only natural over a decade. This isn’t complaining (which I can and will continue to do). This is more of a reflection on friendship and navigating the murky, sludge waters of IRL community organizing.

These days, the majority of my local friends are people I gravitated toward in the local queer kink scene. My connections are through years of finding my feet as an awkward introvert that draws in other awkward introverts. I’m really good at pretending to be an awkward extrovert now. It came up at an event recently - a new person said “You don’t seem like an introvert” and I responded “YES I KNOW. I AM TRYING SO HARD HERE. I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAND.” I never intended to be on the newbie welcoming committee, but after a decade I suppose this is also natural. My friend will blatantly bring shy new femme people over to me like “This is K", and the “you are welcome to hide behind her” is implied. And welcomed. Because I get it.

At this point, I’ve seen many of my friends through various life changes, as they’ve seen me through mine. Relationships change and end, some tensions rise and fall. Although most relationships have ended amicably, there was one recent breakup that was rough. I love both of them dearly, but they don’t want to be in the same room, which is: none of my business, and I respect that. But it DOES mean I have to cycle through invites. It’s a balancing act now. One person I love a lot was not invited. And that sucks. And I’m always torn between sending a message along the lines of: I hope there’s no hard feelings, but it’s _____’s turn”, or not saying anything at all. This time, I didn’t say anything at all (Was that right???).

I also vented about this briefly in the past, but earlier this year, I found out a person very close to me violated the consent of some people at a private event (that I was invited to, but I didn’t attend). Afterward, he didn’t tell me, and I only found out second hand months later. I was told the whole story in a public pool, and I was obviously livid, spiraling, and ended up calling my best friend while I was still dripping wet and she was out with her parents. I felt completely inconsolable, but she talked me down (I love her so much). 

I “invited” him to speak about it with me the next day. I admit it wasn’t so much an optional invite as much as it was “prove to me you are invested in this relationship and this community as I am”. Yes, it was to try and get some resolution, but the “invite” was extended with the huge caveat that I was very mad at him for not telling me and that our friendship was on thin ice. 

I don’t want to foster the kind of community that makes you feel you need to confess each of your fuck ups and self-flagellate, but with something like this, it did not fall under a regular caliber fuck-up. On top of hurting the people who were the victims, it came back to hurt me and Aries. Since I help organize events/vet people, she told me that some people were assuming that I was sweeping it under the rug/”taking his side”, keeping it quiet. I wasn’t. I didn’t KNOW about it.

It was shitty of him and he was 100% in the wrong, but given that in the months post-incident, he and the people directly involved came to a resolution, I was willing to forgive him. With the major warning that if something like this happened again, we would not be friends anymore. It was awkward. It was painful. Our relationship hasn’t been the same since. He’s pulled back from the community substantially because of it, and I am actually sad about that. I don’t need to hash out the fine details, but he’s not a bad person. But he made an inarguably bad decision.

Yes, I want a community where you are ALLOWED to fuck up, but a big part of post fuck-up needs to be accountability. He’s a conventionally attractive white cis dude. He was 100% gliding by via his privilege. No one said anything for months because he was someone generally considered untouchable, and to an extent, that feeling was also extended to me. No one confronted ME because they assumed I was fine with it, and that because I hold some authority (mostly arbitrary - but I DO), that I was also considered untouchable/unapproachable. I am so grateful to the person who did eventually tell me, she said she felt like she was hashing out drama and I made it very clear this IS NOT 'drama', but a very serious incident. I am sad it took so long for someone to talk to me. It was a failure at the foundations of our organizing. I told him all this, and I think it made it hurt a lot more than if I just gave him space to explain and apologize given that it was “resolved” with the people directly involved. But it was the truth. I know he respects me as someone who will tell the truth, and that designation would mean nothing if I didn’t in this instance.

I think a part of the reason the events we (‘we’ is much more than the two of us here FYI) coordinate together are generally respected is because they are highly vetted. Vetted to the point that some people in the wider community complain about it. You have to meet at least one of the organizers in person before you are given a location, which is what the most common complaint is about. And sure, it might seem over the top, but it stems from the history when another major organizer in the past was exposed for allowing MINORS at his parties on top of generally being an abusive POS. A lot of trans people felt unsafe/unwelcome, and someone was doxxed to their work. We TRY, which is the key word here. We fail, too.

I am really proud of the little hovel of freaks we have. I think we do a good job for the most part. But since my friend has stepped back, I’ve also grappled with wanting to do the same. I am not upset with anyone who is suspect of me because of his actions. I can totally understand the perception that I was ignoring the issue. The people closest to the incident now understand that I wasn’t aware until months afterward, and that I confronted him about it the day after I found out.

I don’t know if me and this person will ever be close again. And I’m sad. His wife is genuinely one of my favourite people, but I didn’t invite her to my party. Two of the people I invited don’t want to be around him, and it feels really awkward to be like “you can come, but leave your husband at home”. 

My parties are NOT kink parties, although people are welcome to wear whatever they want/or not want, as long as there is no bare ass on our couches. Someone might end up hogtied in a corner somewhere, but like, in a funsies practice way, not in a scene way.

I don’t feel guilty, but I feel reflective. Of course I can't make everyone happy. I don’t like asking people to “keep this one quiet” because I don’t want to hurt the feelings of people not invited, but even if they did find out, we’re all adults, all in our 30s+, and we can deal with it. I sometimes worry that this might devolve into some high school-esque clique drama, but then when I really think about it, these are all people that are my friends because I trust them. I think they know me better than that.

Anyway, someone did bring their mega-vanilla husband, which is generally fine as long as their partner briefs them with "People do what they want. You are probably going to see some tits."

But one of the first things he said when he came in was "IS THIS 'IN YOUR ROOM'?" and I was like "YESSSSS. 🤩🤩🤩🤩" and he said "I love their darker stuff - people really like Just Can't Get Enough and People are People but I don't fully get it" and I was like "😍😍😍😍".

He goes to Verboden Festival!!!!

I did not invite him to Friday's Depeche Mode night, though. If he's REALLY invested, he'll be there without me telling him about it. 😂 (I want to go alone.)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

Hello! I have opened asks for anyone who has questions! Some AUs I am focused on right now include (but aren't limited to):

• 🐉WoF AUs (any of them!)

• 🧪Infected AU (my first ever au!)

• Dark X-Men Evolution AU (where the reader, Pietro, Kitty, and Kurt ended up dead in the past, but arrive a few years into the future only for their friends and family/groups to be platonic yanderes. Inspired by A Better World from Justice League and Same As It Never Was for TMNT 2003 edition)

• Regular AUs (where Reader is set in a reboot/reimagining of the shows/movies/media where they are there, and some characters, if not all, are platonic yamderes) (yes, I said yamderes. It's cute, isn't it?)

Bonus:

(Imagine the Reader just being the friendliest person ever, but their mutation is similar to Kurt's and Logan's. Like, can turn into a fluffy, feral angelic/demonic being. They could have horns, or extra limbs, maybe wings, or a tail or two. They could either look human but turn into that form due to emotional distress, or they just regularly look like that. Headcanons for them includes:

• Loves hot/questionable songs, but is explicitly asexual/possibly aromantic

• Collects coins, shiny bits of jewelry, keys, rocks, bones, even teeth and glass, because they are drawn to anything that gleams or shines or sparkles (like a raven)

• Actually tries to be friendly, even if someone is rude. Tries to do things the polite way first.. But if pushed too far, beware... they have claws for a reason...

• Enjoys hugs. Hugs with their arms (and any extra appendages, if they have them). Nuzzles and purrs when happy

• Can make pancakes. Their pancakes tastes heavenly...

[ghostchems]

128, 130, and 32 with Terzo? 👀

"bend over and spread your legs" & "it's been along day why don't we help each other unwind" & "you wanna have sex with me" with bb

You are about ready to explode. This has easily been your worst day at the ministry in a long time. You felt like you were pulled in so many directions, trying to help Sister Imperator wrangle the ghouls all while attempting to keep up with your own typical library duties. It didn’t help that Imperator was in a sore mood to begin with.

You trudge back to your quarters, arms folded across your chest as your eyebrows knit together. So many frustrating thoughts from the day were running through your mind, including the fact that now you knew how to lure a ghoul down from off the ceiling (shiny object) and that you feel disgusting.

When you arrive at your quarters, the door is already open and a faint light pours from it. You sigh as you push the door open and see him, legs stretched out and comfortably laying on your bed.

“To what do I owe the pleasure, Papa?” You say blankly as you walk over to your reading chair and plop down into it. This isn’t the first time he’s shown up in your quarters, letting himself in to catch you when you return from your duties. Typically, he liked to bend your ear about ideas he had that didn’t exactly match up with the clergy’s ideology and you liked to listen because deep down you knew that some of the current ways that elders cling to are a thing of the past.

But today, you aren’t in the mood. You are slumped in your chair as you regard him tiredly. Terzo sits up in your bed and carefully crosses his legs. He looks at you curiously then runs a hand through his raven hair with a smirk.

“I’ve heard rumblings of you having a difficult day, cara.” He pats the spot on the bed next to him. “Come, sit.”

You hesitate for a moment, hoping to somehow convey how tired you are with your expression but you end up doing as he says, getting up to sit next to him on the bed. His hands immediately find your shoulders and start to massage them. You give a soft groan and lean back against him as he continues.

“It’s been a long day, cara, why don’t we help each other unwind?” Terzo purrs into your ear and suddenly you’re feeling very hot. His hands move up and down your arms as his lips graze just below your earlobe.

“You wanna have sex with me?” It comes out in a hushed, quick whisper before you’re able to stop yourself.

“Si, sorella.” He chuckles into your ear. “Why is that surprising?”

“I-It’s not surprising, I just… did someone send you here?”

Terzo stops for a moment, his fingertips just touching your arms now. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck… then another and another. Your head tips back to give him more access as his soft lips brush over your neck.

“I came to help my favorite Sister of Sin unwind, cara.” He hums quietly before pressing one last kiss to you. “Now, bend over and spread your legs. Let Papa do all the work.”

There is no point in arguing. The way he is touching you is sending shivers down your spine and you are more than eager to continue feeling this way. You do as he says, resting your head on your elbows after you bend over. His fingers tug at the waistband of your pants and he pulls them off along with your underwear.

Your cheeks are on fire, burying your face into your arm while his hand squeezes your ass. Terzo presses a small kiss to one of your ass cheeks, chuckling as your body shudders. He grabs you by the hips and pulls you back, grinding himself against you. You can feel how hard he is through his pants and you give a soft groan.

He sheds his own pants and pushes the head of his cock against your entrance. You’re dripping for him, all you can think about is him taking you now, thoughts of the difficult day already far behind you.

Terzo eases his cock inside you, making sure to be gentle as you stretch around him. A long, drawn out moan spills from your lips once he’s into the hilt, feeling yourself clench around him. His fingers dig into your sides as he starts to thrust, keeping it at a slow pace. He leans down, his chest resting on your back and he moans against your ear.

“Th-thank you, Papa.” You gasp while your fingers dig into your comforter. “Thank you.”

Terzo gasps softly and you feel his hips stutter a bit at your words, only for him to pick up the pace. His teeth graze your neck, hands slipping underneath your shirt to cup your breasts. You moan deeply, burying your face in the sheets as he fucks you.

“Thank you, Papa!” You cry out again and a growl rips from his throat. Terzo buries himself inside of you as he cums, sharp gasps and pants filling your ear, his chest heaving against your back.

He rolls off of you and pulls you against him in the process, his fingers drifting down to your clit.

“So gracious.” Terzo purrs, resting his cheek against yours. Your body trembles against his while his spare hand teases your nipple. “We’re not done yet, cara.”

[duderosiers]

antique shops, a monument to times past and the eternal want to both preserve and own it. jean-claude had dabbled in collecting them once upon a time, having a particular fondness for furniture and religious iconography for a few years before switching to art dealing. whenever a shop opened that sold them, he would surely be the first to peruse the wares, eyes looking out for gold or anything shiny like a ravenous magpie. the shop itself resembled a home more than a commercial place of business, something j.c found ultimately charming as he walked in, a bell overhead tingling as if to announce his arrival. he allowed himself to touch items, glad that there weren’t any sudden flashes for any memories to do with them – the mist was terrible, of course, those great beasts it brought about ugly but…there was a perk. jean-claude was no longer bombarded with memories he’d rather not see, no longer burdened by the cruel and unusual that had happened in the lives of many. the thirst and general hideous appearance were things he was learning to cope with – plus, he had matty now who quite easily soothed both itches with the curve of his smile and the affection deep in his eyes. what caught his eye was beautiful, a very small portrait of a dark-haired woman holding a book to her skirt. the expression on her face was placid, serene, the way many of the period were. it was hardly larger than a saucer, and yet, j.c was unexplainably drawn to it, the same way he was towards a lot of art. his walls at home in descray were full of it, some he’d done himself, others he’d bought. Taking it down, he flipped it around and read the tag on the back. a date, yet no signature – perhaps when he took the frame off, he’d find one. The Commandants Daughter, est. 1810, $15. not a bad price, the vampire tucked it under his arm for safe keeping and continued to look around. perhaps it was his sudden interest in his find, or the need to pick something else up but, jean-claude hadn’t acknowledged the strange feeling that had suddenly befell him. like a tug on an invisible string – it must be thalia. she was out of town, doing whatever the hell she wanted to, and he was worried but, trying not to be. though his progeny was angry at him and perfectly capable of looking after herself, j.c couldn’t help it. a part of him, a small part, did feel bad for what had happened, and despite his defiance towards thalia’s words he did still…read them. understand them, try not to internalize them. they were things he’d taught her, after all, then completely gone against them. they occupied his thoughts perhaps more than they should, causing him to be completely ignorant to anybody else in the shop - especially the owner. because when he did lay eyes on him, he froze up. the picture that he'd been holding clattered to the ground, glass frame smashing immediately because - no. no. nonononono not now not now not- not when it was going well when he'd made the commitment to move past that strong frame, those dark curls, eyes that he saw in his dreams in his nightmares - "oh mon dieu non,"

@antiquecritique

[wuxiaphoenix]

Cranky PSA: Children and Hardware Are Unmixy

I never thought I’d have to say this, but apparently some people really haven’t clued in. Hardware stores are not grocery stores. They are not child-safe. They’re barely adult-safe. Do not let your toddlers out of grabbing range.

Ace, Home Depot, Lowe’s, wherever - hardware stores are full of things that even adults have to treat with caution. Kids are ignorant. Kids that can’t read “Danger - Flammable” are in even more trouble.

Start with the hardware. These places are full of shiny things. Nuts, bolts, nails, magnets, bits of railing, you name it. Kids are like ravens, drawn to shiny; and young kids are further drawn to putting everything in their mouths. Picture the large, very large, section of nuts and bolts. Picture them vanishing down a kid’s gullet. It’s happened. Or, and more likely, picture them upending entire drawers to create the ultimate trip hazard. Very possibly yanking them down on their own heads.

Move to the cleaning supplies, many of which are meant for cleaning businesses, and so industrial-strength. As in strong enough and nasty enough stuff you don’t want to handle it without gloves, eye protection, and possibly hazmat clothes. Think muriatic acid. Think pool chlorine tabs. Think ammonia-based cleaners that all say “use with adequate ventilation” at the very least. Think.

Look outside to the plants. Many of them are toxic. Fertilizers can be toxic, or at least harmful to skin and eyes. Herbicides and pesticides are definitely toxic. And they’re all there on the shelves in easy grabbing range.

Let’s not even get into the paints, oils, kerosene, gasoline, and so many sharp objects throughout the entire building. All of which are packaged to be safe to handle... if you don’t drop it. Or puncture it. Or climb on it. Or sling it at someone. What do kids do? Right.

Last but not least, think about the business of the store itself. There is a lot of stock. Much of it is heavy items. All of it has to be stored, and then accessed when customers want it. Which means heavy equipment. Forklifts. Other lifts. Things where the users have to be strapped in, because it’s dangerous to have any part of your body outside. The whole store is outside, and while employees try to set up barriers, they try to keep customers out of hazard zones....

Well. You’ve never seen a toddler scuttle so fast as when they’re scampering right under a safety gate, heading straight for the big black-striped yellow machine with all the blinking lights that can squash them like a watermelon dropped from a hundred feet.

Fortunately she slowed down when I yelled. Fortunately, she listened to her father when he called her to come back out. Absent those two pieces of luck, she was heading right toward a lift that - if something went wrong - could have easily dropped something heavy enough to kill her. And the safety employee wouldn’t have seen her because he was watching for idiot adults trying to come through or around the gates into the working aisle. Not a pink blur at ground level.

These are hardware employees. They’re doing their best, but they’re busy, they’re overworked, and they are not trained to look after children.

If you take your kids into a hardware store, keeping them safe is your job. Think it through. Please.

[twistedmusings]

Doing Anything for Heat

“Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Guess who can’t write as much anymore because she got a nasty bite at work! So yes, I was working on requests so diligently and then bam--this happens. 

As an apology for my late ass writings, please take this mini scenario for the Octavinelle Trio! Azul’s SSR card got translated and I just...god I love these boys so much q wq  Reader: [G/N]  Warnings: Casual flirting, possessive thoughts from all the boys and just MC striking up a contract with Azul and taking a very creative approach towards it~ 

“[Y/N]!!!!” Grimm pulls at your arm as you sit down across from Azul, the man holding out a contract to you as he tilts his head with a smile. “What will it be, Prefect?” 

Your hands sweat as you rub them on your legs. “Hehe~ Little Shrimp looks so scared~” 

The contract is placed in front of you slowly, Azul taking care of minding his manners as you lean back and go over the simple specifications. Made simpler, of course, since Azul had ‘such’ a kind heart. 

What a con artist. 

Winter was hitting Night Raven College hard but was hitting Ramshackle even harder. 

How many blankets had you bought from Sam’s shop? Ten? Twenty? You honestly didn’t know but you and Grimm were close to freezing some night and you had just about enough of living in an ice cube for a dorm. 

You were acting out of desperation. 

And, ever the businessman, Azul had stretched out his hand for your unfortunate soul. 

“Bring sixty customers during our lunch rush tomorrow and Azul Ashengrotto will personally see that a heater is installed in Ramshackle the same day.” 

You put the contract down and look him in the eye. “Do you always refer to yourself in third person when writing these up?” 

“Legalities, Prefect, although I do not expect you to know anything about that.” 

Great, more insults towards your intelligence. 

Sixty customers. If you were to break that down it would be ten from each dorm not counting Octavinelle. You could rope Ace and Deuce to come, guilt trip Jack for not helping you with that assignment due last night, kindly ask Epel to make his way over here and maybe if you promised Sebek that you would listen to him rant about his dorm leader he would reluctantly agree. 

But that wouldn’t be near enough. 

Azul clicks his tongue while Jade speaks up, “We will have to take that answer today, [Y/N]-san. If not, I guess maybe we could let you take some blankets from Octavinelle--” 

“Fine! Fine.” you sign your name on the dotted line and hand the contract back to Azul, the other grinning as he handed it towards his right-hand man. “How wonderful! I’ll be waiting with baited breath to see what you bring us tomorrow~” 

You give Azul the fakest smile you can muster, waving goodbye to the twins as you make your way out of the lounge with Grimm by your side. “Fgnaaa~! We are screwed! [Y/N] how could you! We are going to be stuck waiting tables for ETERNITY now!” 

“Not if we bring them what they asked for.” you bite your bottom lip as you look at the Monstro Lounge, your eyes falling on the small stage. 

Oh right. Some students played here. Well, students deemed worthy enough to play. You remember the Music Club trying to do a gig here but failing miserably the moment Lilia opened his mouth. Despite the failure, it did bring some people in to get Azul over the red. 

A floorshow. 

That’s right! A floorshow! 

“Grimm!” you grab the cat and bring him close as he freaks out. 

“What--what!” 

“I got it!” you hold him out in front of you, “We are going to have to let go of our pride a bit and this experience might humble us but...we will have heat!’ 

“[Y/N] you are scaring me--” 

Grimm barely gets to say what he wants as he is dragged back into your arms, your feet running as fast as you can into Mr.S’s shop for the stuff that you will need.

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“Ah! Little Shrimp!” 

Jade looks up from the numbers he was crunching, smiling as he sees you approaching the table. You wave at Floyd and nod politely towards Jade, sitting down and tapping your fingers against the bar. 

“You are here rather late, [Y/N]-san. We have two hours until closing time.” 

“I’m just…putting my plan into action. Azul said he wanted sixty by tomorrow, after all.” Floyd grins as he finishes cleaning up the remaining glasses. 

“Eh? You are doing something tonight, little Shrimp?” 

“...yes.” 

He leans close, smiling wider as he sees a certain change in your appearance. The Monstro Lounge was always dark in order to provide a more atmospheric mood at night but with the little light he had to work with he could clearly see traces of makeup all over your face. “Little Shrimp looks so shiny...just like a pearl.” You pull away as he tries to get closer, putting your hand out to stop him and turn your attention towards Jade. “Right. Do you have a backroom next to the stage? I just need to get some things ready--” 

“Go into the kitchen, farthest door to the back. There should be a door that leads you towards the back of the stage.” “Do you guys have a light booth--” “Next to the stage.” Jade’s eyes shine, interested in what you are about to pull off, “Do you need our help--” 

“Nope that is alright I can take care of this myself thank you.” 

Both twins watch you trot towards the kitchen, Grimm following close behind and about three ghosts ‘matching’ his step. 

“...Floyd.” 

“Yes?” 

“Call Azul. I think he’ll be interested to see what is going on.”

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“For heat. For heat. For heat!” 

You were doing this because of your situation. The situation was desperate so you had to take desperate measures. 

Grimm clears his throat as you finish fixing his bowtie, the transparent fabric looking beautiful with the stitched shells all over it. 

“Are the ghosts ready?” you ask. 

“Just waiting for the curtains to close.” 

The crowd goes quiet as you press a few buttons and close them, hushing the late night crowd as you step onto the stage. You try to step softly so that the click of your heels won’t be heard while Grimm opens up the rather large shell in the middle of the stage. This was usually used as a promotional device, customers taking pictures inside it to promote their visits to the lounge. It had a soft cushiony seat inside and could fit a whole student. 

You give a thumbs up to your other roommates, the ghosts smiling as their instruments manifested in front of them. 

Spectral instruments really came in handy in these situations. “Breathe...Breathe…” you sit down inside the shell and pull your legs up with you, fixing the train of your dress and touching the small shell tiara on your head. It was fashioned after King Triton after all, maybe Azul would get the reference?

Or rather, you hoped Azul wasn’t watching at all. “Okay...close it, Grimm.” He nods and brings the top of the shell down slowly, trapping you both inside as he gave the cue to start up the lights. This was all for a heater...and maybe some tuna. 

-----

-At first he wanted to laugh as he saw the curtain slowly being drawn back, when was the last time they used this stage? Student players just weren’t ‘in’ as much anymore and he had to keep up with the trends. What were you planning to do with this? 

-Yet his mouth clicked shut as the lights landed right on the shell, the music starting as your voice rang out softly from inside. 

-He barely paid attention to the band as the shell slowly opened, Grimm flying out elegantly as he opened it while your frame was slowly being revealed to him as every student’s jaw almost hit the floor. 

-Azul clutched his cane as he watched you cradle your legs close to yourself, the lyrics completely blowing past him as you stretch yourself out to show off the outfit you had on. It seemed to shine like a pearl under the lights, your chest being accentuated by how snug it fit against your frame. 

-He licked his lips when his eyes landed on your undecorated neck. It was as if you were begging for it to be decorated with bites. Surely he could make a nice necklace for you. 

-Dammit he should have sat closer, students were actually getting up from their booths and moving to any tables that were closer to the stage as you start getting up, the train of fabric in your outfit resembling the top of a shell as it brushes across the ground as you make your way to the floor. 

-He bites his bottom lip as he sees you making your way around the tables, your voice soft and melodic as the students watch the performance flabbergasted. You are letting your fingers glide against the tables, winking at some of the more bold students who put out their hands so they could touch yours.

-If you were to look at his face you would see no trace of emotion but inside his head he was screaming at you to pass by his table already don’t you know anything about customer service? 

-You finally make eye contact with the table he was sitting at, Azul feeling a shiver go up his spine at how your flirtatious eyes suddenly turned nervous. Nobody else had gotten that look.

-Again, he needed to see you looking at him like that again. 

 -So this is what you were planning. How interesting~ 

-He watched from behind Azul, taking off his coat and laying it on the back of the plush booth as he took in your form. Where had you gotten such a cute outfit, he wondered. The color made you shine like the rarest pearl and every time the light hit you just right he could see the glitter in your eyelids as you started to approach their table. 

-You made eye contact with him, clearly trying to keep up the act of ‘mysterious’ floor show guest but failing as his eyes took you in the closer you got. 

-The students groan when they see you sit right next to Azul, pressing close to him as he dares to put an arm around your waist and squeeze. Oh he could bet Azul was happy with how jealous all the students looked. 

-Jade couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him when you took Azul’s hat and shoved it in his face before pulling away as quickly as possible. 

-He follows your movements as you walk behind him, the sudden hand on his back making him hum in thought as the idea of pinning you right to the back of the booth so you would sing only to him suddenly seeming like the only thing to do in this situation. 

-You really had no idea what you could awaken in him if you kept playing around. 

-His eyes meet yours as you start walking away but his hand catches your wrist as he tugs you back to him--!

-But Jade, ever the unpredictable man, only presses his lips to your hand before letting you go.

-You were doing a floor show for the customers after all. Didn’t mean that he wouldn’t be talking to you later~ 

-Floyd had moved himself to the table closest to the stage, tie undone and smile wider than anyone had ever seen as he watched you pay attention to almost every table. The table he was sitting at had been filled with students who deemed themselves rather lucky to get so close only for them to scram when they saw who was approaching it.  

-He waves at you when you finally make eye contact with him, licking his lips and smiling as he sees your reluctance to get near him. 

-Which he didn’t mind, the fact that you were so wary of him made you all the more adorable. 

-You try your best to be as flirty as you had before, merely touching his hand as he holds it out to you but for Floyd that is not enough. The moment your fingers pressed against his palm, he snatched your wrist and brought you to his lap, students gasping as his hands landed on your sides. 

-Oh the material was so soft! He ran his fingers up and down as you press hand to his chest while you sang the last few notes of the song. 

-Floyd couldn’t help the little giggle as he saw the embarrassment on your face, your hand clearly pushing on his chest but his hands clearly weren’t letting you go. What were you going to do, little Shrimp? 

-His eyes widen at your sudden improvisation, your hands taking his and pressing them to your face so he could cup your cheeks. Instinctively he pulled you closer as the song suddenly stopped---

”Floyd-senpai, I have to go.” 

-The whisper is only for him to hear as you catch him off guard with that soft look and pull away, you holding out the last note of the song as if you had planned to be caught by him all along. 

-He clicks his tongue and leans back, eyes watching you go back up the stage and sitting inside the shell as you pull your legs closer to you before blowing a kiss to the now applauding crowd as Grimm closed the shell. 

-Surely the kiss had been for him, right? If it had been for any of these other bottom feeders...well no matter. Even if it hadn’t been for him, Floyd would make sure to squeeze you real tight the moment you got off stage. 

-----

You lay down on the cushion as you put your arms over your eyes, groaning as you tried to get your thoughts together. 

If this worked out the way you thought it would, word of mouth would get around and you would bring around sixty customers so that they could partake in what they had missed tonight. 

Has it cost you your dignity? Yes. 

Was the outfit embarrassing? Yes. 

Did you have to flirt with all three Octavinelle members so they would see that you were serious about finally going to sleep without shivering? Yes and yes. 

At least it was over. 

“Yo Grimm. Can you open this? I want to change!” 

Your hands tap the top of the shell, sighing in relief as it slowly opened. 

Only for you to yelp as hands pin you down to the cushion, a very familiar face grinning down at you as Floyd laughs merrily. 

“Ahaha~! Nee, that kiss was for me, right Little Shrimpy? You blew that my way, right?” 

Jade sighs and steps behind his brother, pulling him up by the collar so that you could get your bearings. 

“It was at the customers, Floyd. I believe [Y/N]-san wanted this to be spoken about tomorrow, correct?” 

You nod as he lets go of Floyd and holds out his hand for you to take. 

“What an interesting plan...right Azul?” 

The Octavinelle dorm leader isn’t really looking at you, he is still staring at everything that you had on taking it as much as he could before your voice brought him back. “So...how did I do?” 

Azul blinks before smiling as he steps close and holds out his arm for you to take. 

“I have yet to see the terms of the contract be met but...we can discuss how you did in my office. Mind telling me how you came up with this plan? ” 

“Y--Yeah! Sure!” 

You take Azul’s arm and speak about your thought process, not noticing the grins on the eel’s faces as they hold themselves back until they reach Azul’s office. 

How nice, it would be the first time you would be staying over at Octavinelle, even if you didn’t know it yet.  

[insidefantasy]

she is like a raven drawn to that which is shiny, only except that instead she is drawn to that which has beauty. curious green eyes gazing up at the male curiously, lashes batting slowly at him as fingers twirl at a piece of her ginger hair. "hello..." she murmurs, every move intentional as lips curve up into a smile. she's always been a flirt, always craving attention (that which she hadn't received from her parents who instead opted to give her money) and this time was no different. "may i ask what it is that you're reading?"

truly, she rarely read more than what she was assigned. she much rather would focus on her dancing, or on spending time with lavinia or the other girls. or in this particular case, speaking to a handsome boy and if that meant showing feigned interest in literature, then she would. truth be told, it wasn't necessarily that she had anything against books, it was just that she always felt so dumb when reading them. she felt foolish and stupid when there were things she didn't understand, because authors rarely were straight up with what they meant, instead of saying somebody had beautiful blue eyes they would go on a tangent about the color of the ocean and how even that didn't compare to the color of that somebodies eyes. it was rather ridiculous, she thought. why couldn't people just say something as it was and mean it that way.

@wehavefoundthestars

[vinyls-and-valentines]

[Image Description 1: A screenshot from the movie What We Do In The Shadows, featuring the character Vladislav, played by Jemaine Clement, captioned as: “Kobra, when someone asks why they wear so much dark make-up despite being a killjoy”. The character is facing the viewer and looking to the left of the image with a serious expression, while saying: “I call this look Dead, But Delicious”. /End Description. Image Description 2: A bust shot of Lady Gaga, wearing a matching pink hat and clothes, captioned as: “Val: (quote) I’m stealing Poison’s color— (unquote) / The Girl, listening to hs little villain monologue knowing damn well red was Kobra’s color”. The woman is grinning with her teeth showing, holding her hands together as she says, “I have to laugh”. /End Description. Image Description 3: The “I see this as an absolute win” meme, captioned as: “Jet and Kobra getting kicked out by Tommy for being obnoxious before paying for the things they got”. It shows The Hulk wearing a dark blue jump suit and standing with a grin behind a computer desk with several monitors. /End Description. Image Description 4: A screenshot featuring Salem from the 1996 show Sabrina the Teenage Witch, captioned as: “Cherri Cola: (quote) Oh, come on, Shiny— what’d I even do? (unquote) / Party Poison:”. Salem is a black cat, wearing a pair of miniature round glasses, with a book open in front of him as he says: “It says here you’re a bitch”. /End Description. Image Description 5: Black text against a pink background reading: “I’ve got 99 problems and Bad Words returning from hiatus could solve at least 73 of them”. /End Description. Image Description 6: An edited version of the “store-bough is fine meme”, showing a person wearing a witch had waving a hand dismissively and saying, “If you can’t summon the Fabulous Killjoys’ spirits directly from Hell, leaving a letter at Raven’s Manor is fine.” /End Description. Image Description 7: A screenshot from the show Who’s Line Is It Anyways?, featuring a person wearing a black button down shirt and a red tie, given the line “The world’s angriest girl” which is also displayed on-screen. Val Velocity’s hair, mask and vampire teeth necklace were poorly drawn on top of the image. /End Description. Image Description 8: A completely hot pink pie chart titled “what to do tonight”. The key next to the chart shows the pink means “thinking about [a panel showing C.A.T, with its mouth open and looking happily at someone off-screen]”. /End Description.]

Hi, i'm back on my bullshit~

Also, bonus meme because @tasteofamnesia’s Cherri Cola lives in my head rent-free </3

[Image Description: An image of a cinnamon toast crunch piece with a cartoony frowning expression, captioned as: “Cherri Cola thinking it found its purpose, before dying and getting brought back to life by the Witch again:”. The original caption of the image reads: “What the cinnamon toast fuck is this”. /End Description.]

[spideymarvelws]

 had so much fun writing the first scene dude... i feel like as a fanfic writer its a sin i haven’t written anything like it yet lmfaoo (to be fair i probably have but I just dont rem💀) anyways i hope you enjoy!

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Prompt : 9. “Then what are you waiting for?”

Warnings : just some cute floof, some cursing here and there

Word Count : 2.2k

Hesitation

Technoblade x GN!Reader

It was always peaceful in the tundra right before the sun set. Not only did the orange and red colours that reflected off the shiny snow send a wave of tranquility through the lands. It was a specific time where all the animals would go back into their homes before the mobs spawned at night fall, leaving the lands in complete silence.

Phil loved working at this time, getting small tasks done around the house that he wasn’t able to do throughout the day. Whether it was washing the dishes or dusting out the book shelves. Maybe even lounged around near the fireplace, planning out what he had to do the next day. It was always quiet, void of distractions to keep him from doing them.

But of course, with peace always came chaos.

“YOU CHEATED!”

“NO I DIDN’T!”

“YES YOU DID!”

The door cracked open, slamming against the wall behind it making the blonde jump from the sudden noise. He was ready to pick up his sword by his side until he recognised the voices of his house mates, shouting like little children.

Phil sighed, continuing to wash the dishes in front of him. While the bickering tended to amuse him at times, right then he just wanted to stay in the silence. He was quick to grab a pear of earplugs from his chest, pushing them snugly into his ear, blocking out the noise you both brought into the house while humming a small tune.

“There’s no way that your horse is faster that Carl! That’s just not possible!” Techno shook his head, his entire body still except for his left foot tapping consistently on the floor, “It’s just not possible.”

“Okay-” you pointed your finger in his face, “First off, her name is Raven and secondly, you just can’t admit that she’s better than Carl.” you crossed your arms on your chest, looking up at the piglin with teasing eyes.

Tech threw his head back with a groan, turning around gruffly and taking off his cape along with the skull mask covering his face.

“I won’t admit it because it isn't true!” he turned back to face you, mimicking your stance and tilting his head slightly to the side.

You raised your eyebrows at his response, nodding slowly, “Alright, alright,” you slowly took of your cloak, bunching it up and throwing it at him, his reflexes catching it before the fabric hit his chest, “Maybe it’s just the ridder and not the horse.”

Techno gasped, “You take that back.” he threw your cloak to the side.

You hummed, looking up and faking a thinking face, “Nah... I don’t think I will, I said what I said.” you stepped closer to the hybrid, sizing up his figure, “And what are you going to do about it?”

Techno squinted his eyes, a small smirk making its way to his face before he grabbed you by the waist, throwing you over his shoulder and walking away from the entrance into the living room.

“Hey!” You pounded at his back, wiggling in his tight grip, “Put me down you loaf!”

He laughed at your words but obliged, throwing you on the couch near the fireplace. Before you could sit up, he crawled over your form, knee besides one side of your waist with his other foot planted on the floor, keeping him steady hovering over you.

“Techno-” you chuckled nervously, trying your best not to stray away from his intense gaze, fighting the heat starting to rise to your face. Your hands pushed at his chest, weakening when he brought his face closer to yours, making you feel smaller than you already were.

He didn’t say anything, instead his fingers dug into your stomach, wiggling them across the fabric of your shirt. Your laugher filled the air, high pitched and bouncing off the walls of the cottage. You tried your best to control them, not wanting to give in to the blood god’s actions so quickly. But your hands on your stomach did nothing to stop his.

“Oh. My. God! Techno! Stop you fucking- oh god!”

“Take it back Y/n!” he laughed along with you, continuing his assault on your stomach, “Take it back or I swear to god you’re going to loose a canon life from being too ticklish.”

“NEVER!” you shouted between laugher, screaming when his hands began to move faster, knocking the breath out of your lungs. In the heat of the moment, he took your wrists into his fist, pinning them above your head, keeping your hands from interfering with his plans.

“Say. It.” even with one hand we was doing enough to keep you squirming underneath him, desperate for an escape.

“Okay! Okay! You- You’re a good rider Techno! You’re a good rider!” you finally admitted, your body falling limp against the cushions when he finally raised his fingers from your stomach.

Techno laughed at your state, leaning back with a cocky smirk on his face, “Glad to know we could come to an agreement,”

“I hate you,” you mumbled, your head rolling to the side on your shoulder as you caught your breath. You closed eyes in relief that the past few minutes were over, nearly falling asleep with the amount of energy you spent laughing.

Techno chuckled, taking your chin into his fingers, turning your head to look back at him, “Is that so?”

You nodded, fluttering your eyes open to look up at the pink haired man. Your breath hitched when you noticed how close his face was to yours. His entire presence felt suddenly close, his chest puffed out with long breaths, his legs practically tangled with yours, his face hovering over you, radiating heat you didn’t notice while he was tickling you. You watched as his face lit up red, his piglin ears straightening out of the side of his head, probably taking in the proximity as well.

Techno wasn’t one to get flustered often, but when he did it was always with the people he cared about. He trusted them enough to let that blood god persona he put on fade away leaving behind his shy, nerdy side you always adored. The side of techno who would read by the fireplace with Steve sat snuggly in his lap, the Techno who would spend hours trying to fix his glasses that broke constantly in his strong grip only having to craft a new one. The Techno who would grumble about compliments from you and Phil but the subtle spread of pink across his face told everyone otherwise. The Techno you grew to love the more and more he let you it.

He began to get a lot more playful with you as you friendship grew. When you moved in with him out in the snow it only increased drastically. It wasn’t out of the ordinary for the both of you to end up in this position or something similar to it (like the time he pinned you down during training), but he would always stop before things got too intimate and while it hurt, you’ve grown to accept it. You were glad to be his friend, his companion. You would take his friendship over not knowing him at all any time of the day.

You waited for him to pull back. To stand up and dust off his clothes, offering you his hand to pull you up with him and continue that night like normal. But he stayed, his dark, dull eyes staying down at you with a shine you’ve never seen up close before.

Techno didn’t know what to do either. He didn’t know what was prompted him to stay in this position, the sudden confidence that pushed him to keep his hand on your face, his lips so close to yours.  Maybe it was the voices in his head, annoyed with the constant stares and thoughts of adoration when you rode Raven around in the snow, your cape flowing beautifully behind you, face showing nothing but pure joy. They were relentless, calling him out on every emotion he was feeling because of you.

He wanted to move for your sake, he was the one on top of you in the first place, pinning you down. You were probably being polite not shoving him off of you, even if you’ve never done it before, he just always pulled away before you could. But he couldn’t, his muscles stiff and unable to move.

A small part of his brain told him you wanted this too, but he ignored it for his own sanity.

“Techno-” you whispered but before you could continue, the hybrid immediately took the single word as a protest, finally letting go of your hands but keeping his body close.

“Shit I’m sorry that- that was probably a bit much.”

You giggled softly, “No- uh, it was fine tech, no worries,”

He looked down at your bright smile glowing in his face.

“You’re really beautiful Y/n,” he whispered, letting the rough pads of his fingers trail down the side of your face, blushing when you nudged them with your cheek, accepting the comfort.

“You think so?” you whispered back, looking up at him with doe eyes.

“I-” he started, his breath hot against the tip of your nose as he glanced down to your lips, quickly looking back into your eyes. Why weren’t you moving? Why weren’t you cringing, laughing at the thought of ever kissing him?

“You- Do you want this.” you whispered, letting his thumb pull down at your bottom lip, watching as the plush skin softly bounced back.

He nodded, shivering when you tangled your fingers into his pick curls, pulling his face down and nudging your nose against his. He closed his eyes, a small, cute snort coming from the back of his throat at the affection.

“Then what are you waiting for?”

“FUCK!”

You jumped at the sudden curse, Techno falling off of you and on to the floor besides the couch. Before you could process what just happened, the curse sounded again followed by a crash, both of your senses on high alert when you realised it was Phil’s voice coming from the kitchen. You rushed to grab your weapons from nearby, quickly pulling yourself together on the fact that your friend was in trouble.

You both ran as fast as you could, Techno in front of you with his sword drawn while you were behind loading your cross bow with an arrow. He barged into the kitchen, holding his blade in the air, ready to attack but all he was met with was a pair of wings slapping him in the face.

You dove under the large feathers, bumping the winged man to alert him of your presence.

“Oh... hey guys!” He smiled, taking out something from his ears and resting them on the kitchen counter. He sent a pointed look to the weapons in your hands, crossing his arms over his chest in confusion, “Why the weapons?”

“Are you alright?” Techno said, rubbing his nose from the hit.

“We heard you scream, thought you were in trouble.”

Phil chuckled nervously, “Sorry, my bad,” he turned around to face the both of you, “I just dropped a plate.”

You and Techno let out an audible sigh, dropping your weapons to the floor with a clank. You didn’t know how many times your heart could deal with the sudden bursts of adrenaline. Walking up to Techno, you took his hand away from his face, inspecting the soft red mark across his face from the whip of feathers. No matter how small the attack, you always made sure to check up on him, even when he didn’t need it.

But with your delicate touch came memories of the events that just happened

“Were- were you here the entire time?” Techno said hesitantly, looking up at his father with worried eyes. You took in his words, immediately pulling away from the hybrid, ignoring his small noise of protest.

“Yes, but i put in some ear plugs,” he pointed to them on the counter.

“Oh!” you piped in, “That’s- That’s good.”

“Was there something I missed?” he crossed his arms over his chest, looking at the both of you curiously.

“Nothing!” You both shouted at the same time, chuckling nervously.

“Okay?” Phil dragged out, pointing back to the sink, “Well, I’ll just-”

“Yeah! You- uh, get to that phil,” you began walking backwards, bounced into the edge of the counter. You played off the pain with a quick thumbs up and walking quickly out of the kitchen, mumbling curses under your breath.

“Are they alright mate?” Phil asked his son who seemed to be lost in his own world, staring at the spot you were once in, “Techno?”

“I- what?” He shook his head, “Uh, yeah- they’re,” he let out a small sigh, letting  his hand pass over his face, “Yeah, they’re fine.”

“Are you alright?”

Techno didn’t respond for a while, stuck in his own thought. Phil turned to his son, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, “Tech?”

“I think-” He let out a shaky breath, “I think I love them.”

...

IM SORRY FOR ENDING IT SO SUDDENLY

it was just getting to long and i didn’t want to loose motivation writing more😭

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a different kind of song

(A/N: no one ever asked for this, but there isn't enough merman!Bucky/reader fics out there, lol. Also, her song is basically "Siren Song" by Margaret Atwood)

Warning- allusions to sexual assault. Do NOT read if that bothers you!

Summary: The sea swallowed her whole, and she was reborn with saltwater on her tongue and webs between her fingers.

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She did not remember her life as a human. All she remembered was the war, and the hunger, and the men raiding her village. She remembered the sweat-soaked skin of a warrior snatching her up as she cried out for help. She felt the slide of his body, his blade against her throat. Then when he had finished, she remembered being thrown away into the deepest part of the sea, left to die. But she was blessed by the primordial sea god Phorcys, a child of Artemis, and was allowed to live again. Her new body was formed from misery and blood, and the reward for her suffering was eternal life with the chance to kill as many humans as she wished with no divine interference. The killing of human men, for men were the chosen victims of any siren. Women were not drawn in by their song, and if, by chance, a woman stumbled across a siren, that siren would leave her alone.

Slowly, she began to forget the trappings of humanity, the sound of her mother's voice, and the taste of human food. She aged with the world, hidden deep beneath the waves. Countless men fell prey to her beautiful song, and she learned how to kill quickly. She grew to love the taste of flesh, the sound of someone drowning. She forgot what it was like to be lonely. 

Now, she only knew starvation.

An all-encompassing hunger clawing at her belly made her whine with pain. Humans had avoided this part of the sea for a few years, and she last ate three months ago. She'd had to survive solely on fish, which, while technically food, were not filling nor even tasty. She was beginning to hate fish.

There were no boats; she checked three times in the past hour. It was dangerous for her to be so close to the surface because the air outside was toxic. There was also a very likely chance that she would be spotted by anyone who could harm her. But she was so hungry that she forgot herself. She floated just beneath the surface and sang, letting her voice ring out through the water, enticing any man into approaching. The setting sun shined down on the outcrop of rocks above her.

And there! A flash of something!

She sang louder, opening her eyes underwater. There was a man with darker hair than she had ever seen lying on a gigantic rock. He was acceptable, she guessed. She barely knew what that meant.

He had yet to notice her, dumb as he was. She could see her song was affecting him as his eyes started to close, and his hand inched unconsciously closer to the water. His finger just barely skimmed the surface before she lunged, yanking him into the sea with her. He began to fight back as she dragged him down to the sandy bottom. Thrashing against her hold, he scrabbled to gain purchase on her body, but to no avail. Her skin was as hard as stony coral and difficult to cut. She sang her trumph, mocking him as she brought him up to break the surface, only to bring him right back down.

But this man had a tail, and she did not realize it until it hit her in the face. She squawked in surprise, her song cutting off. The merman twisted out of her slackened grip. She snarled, baring her teeth as she swam at him. Sirens were stronger than mer, especially in deeper waters, so it did not take much to grab him again. They wrestled, flipping over each other. She sliced his side with one of her nails; his tail knocked the wind out of her. He pulled her lure too hard, and she made a pained sound, biting at his hand. He cried out as she ate clean through one of his webs. Blood leaked into the water, making her ravenous.

"This is the one song everyone would like to learn: the song that is irresistible," she began, "The song that forces men to leap overboard in squadrons, even though they see the beached skulls!"

The merman ceased struggling. He stared at her, his eyes growing vast and dreamy. She grinned toothily. She had only had mer meat once before. It was harder to draw in mermen than human men, so because of that, she was only able to entice a single merman. But that was years ago, and he wasn't nearly as delicious to look at as this mer.

She dropped the tone of her voice to a seductive curl. "This is the song that nobody knows because anyone who has heard it is dead, and others can't remember. Shall I tell you a secret? And if I promise to, will you come nearer? I will tell my secret to you, to you, only to you. Come closer, closer to me."

She lifted her finger, tempting him to come over so that she could take a bite. The merman swam closer until their chests were pressed together. He said something in a language that she had never heard before.

"This song is a cry for help, my dear. Help me! Only you, only you can, for you are unique!" she cried sadly.

His tail curled around hers, and she frightened at the gentle touch broken out of her song. She spat and gnashed her teeth, but still, his tail stayed where it was. He opened his mouth and said something, but she still could not understand. She went to bite his nose off, but he leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers so plainly that she stilled. She was not sure what was happening. She was not sure what she was supposed to be doing. She floated there, letting him mash his mouth against hers. His mouth tasted bizarre.

Finally, the merman stopped. He pulled away only minutely, still looking spellbound. Strange. Her song had ended. Why did he continue to look at her like that? He reached out and lifted her chin to meet his eyes. His own were darting back and forth across her face, searching for something. He spoke more things that she didn't understand.

"Uhh-h- hello," the merman said in a language she could understand. "Hi."

"Why were you crushing your mouth onto mine?" she asked.

"What, never heard of kissin' before?"

His smile was much too pleasant. That was unacceptable. Food was never supposed to look nice. She wanted to claw the smile right off of his face.

"Kissing?"

"Yeah, touchin' lips. Usually done as a sign of love or, you know, desire."

"Desire?"

"Sweet Thetis, you're fuckin' gorgeous," said the merman, ignoring her confusion.

His hand shot out to touch her lure, but he thought better of it and withdrew.

"What does that mean?" she asked.

His smile grew bigger, how funny: "Beautiful. Pretty."

"Pretty? What's that?"

"You know, like when you find a shiny thing, an' you wanna keep it forever?"

"I do not know," she grumbled (How dare this mer make her feel unintelligent!). "I have never had shiny things."

"Never had… Hold on, my pretty one."

Mystified, she waited just as he'd asked as he ruffled through a pouch that she had not noticed before. She had never seen anything like it and wondered where she could acquire one. Of course, she never had a reason to have a bag since she had no use for possessions. Perhaps it could hold weapons! Or bones to snack on!

"Ah-ha!" the merman said, thrusting something in her direction.

She stared at the thing in his hand.

"Looks even prettier underneath your lights," he said, avoiding her eyes.

"What is it?" she replied, her hand darting out nervously to touch it.

She pulled back almost instantly, but the merman grabbed her wrist.

"It's called gold," he explained, tipping it into her hands. "The humans use it to get other shiny things. D'you like it?"

"I am not sure. I do not know what I like."

"You can keep it."

"What kind of trickery is this?"

"No tricks. As I said, you're beautiful, and beautiful things should have beautiful things."

"No tricks, certainly, but what do you want in exchange?"

For the first time tonight, he looked sheepish. She noticed that his stomach was turning pink, but for what reason, she was unsure. She wondered what he was trying to work up the nerve to say.

"Well, er, matin' season is comin' up," he began.

"Not yet."

"Right, it isn't for a few months yet, but I was taught to woo the mer, er, the creature that I choose with shiny things. It's my first matin' season, you see."

"Mhm."

"An' the wooin' part takes a while. An' then there's the courtin' stage, which takes even longer."

"If you need a mate, there are mer all around this area during this time."

"Well- heh." The merman rubbed the back of his neck. "I-I'd like it to be you."

"Why?"

"Because you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

"Ah."

"I have more shiny things if you want 'em," the mer said, reaching for his pouch.

She shrugged. "I have no use for them."

"You don't gotta have a use for 'em. Where's your home cave? I can bring 'em there."

"I do not have a home cave," she said.

"Oh, right, where is your family's cave, then?"

"I have no family."

"No family? You mean, you're out here all by yourself?"

"Yes."

"Aren't you lonely?"

"What is lonely?" she asked.

"Sad, because you have no one with ya."

"What is sad?"

"Whaddya mean, 'what is sad?' It's sad! Don't you know what that is?" the merman twisted his face up like he was in distress, though what kind she was not sure.

"I only know hunger," she told him.

His eyes lost some of their shine. "Oh, yeah, right. How long's it been since you ate properly anyway? You don't look so good."

"I have not caught a human in months."

"D'you need help huntin'?"

"Can you ensnare a human with your singing?"

"No, but I know some good spots for fish."

"I am not in the mood for fish," she said.

"You just haven't found the right kind," the merman replied, closing his left eye.

He turned tail, swimming away from her before glancing back to see if she would follow him. The hunger in her belly was making her act quite strange in that she was willing to go along with this merman. She felt, oh, what's the word, she knew this, like mer, she was curious. She decided to follow him, keeping a bit of distance between them until the merman flipped around in an impressive display of tailfins and long dark hair, and decided they would swim side by side. His hand kept brushing hers, trying to grab onto her fingers for some reason. She tugged away, unsure of what he was trying to do. She still had not yet decided if she wanted to mate with him anyway. Sirens did not mate in the same way that mer did, that much she knew. They called it breeding, and it was over in a frenzy of teeth and claws. There were no gifts of shiny things or "kisses."

"What's yer name?" the merman asked.

The question stunned her. She could not remember her name before the sea took her in, and she had no use for a name now. No one else called to her. Her name was simply another memory, another casualty to add to her list.

"I do not know," she said.

"You know what a name is, right? Like, I'm Bucky, for example."

Her fingers drifted up to her lips, searching for her name. If she remembered the shape of her mouth as she spoke it aloud, perhaps she could remember the correct sounds. She thought back as far as she could, to the feeling of water filling her lungs, to the sounds of screams, to the smell of a fire burning down her village, to her blood staining her tongue. She wanted to remember her name. She had not even realized this was something she had lost until she needed it.

Then there was a flash of memory, jagged and cutting. Her heart began to race. In her mind, she heard it. Her mother had been crying. Her mother had been screaming at the men to stop. Her mother had been shrieking to let go of her, let go of my daughter. Her mother yelling at her to be brave, hold her breath, be strong, my love, my dear. Her mother. She remembered her mother.

Her lips parted, and she whispered the name into the water. The merman, Bucky, repeated it.

"Again," she said.

He did, and oh, she felt something new, something besides hunger. A hole opened in her chest. Her lower lip wobbled, and then she was singing a new song, never before heard from a siren. It echoed around her and Bucky, reaching out to the farthest depths of the sea. It was filled with desperation, isolation, and salvation, but it was hope and home too.

"Is this what sad is?" she asked Bucky once her song was over.

"Yeah, it is," he answered, curling his tail around hers.

When he went to wrap her up in his arms, she let him, falling into his embrace.

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Home Is Such a Lonely Place

Pairing: Loki x reader Summary: When Loki is handpicked to be part of the Avengers new space force, it causes some problems in your relationship. Will distance make the heart grow fonder or is it too much to bear? Warnings: none I believe :) A/N: Based on the song Home Is Such a Lonely Place by Blink-182. This has been sitting in my drafts since February so here it is. Hope you enjoy :)

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Loki was perfect. No, you weren’t exaggerating; he really was everything you’d ever wanted. It was the circumstances that were the problem. Because you were born a mortal and he a god, so you were relegated to Earth while he spent increasingly more time in space.

The Avengers and SHIELD had both reached the same decision that Earth needed to be protected from extraterrestrial threats. So, who better to send out to space than those with the most experience out there? A team had been assembled, and Loki was put on it, traveling with them for a good many months now. You could still remember when he’d first told you.

“Darling?” he called out, coming home from work that fateful day.

“In here,” you called from the kitchen.

He walked into the messy room, hugging you from behind. Loki rested his head on your shoulder after placing a quick kiss to your cheek, breathing in your scent. You sighed as you relaxed against him, but there was an odd, nervous sort of tension in his body. Frowning as you tried to figure out why, you got an idea.

“Here, try this, love,” you suggested, holding a steaming spoon of pasta sauce to his lips.

After blowing on it a bit, he’d taken the spoon in his mouth, swallowing the sauce. He’d smiled at you, cupping your cheek. “Delicious, my sweet darling.”

“But...?” you’d prompted.

“It could use just a dash more oregano,” he conceded, pinching a small amount of the herb between his fingers and tossing it in, stirring the pot. Mimicking your actions from just moments ago, he held out a spoonful for you to try. “Well?”

“It’s perfect, Loki,” you beamed, pulling him closer. “So perfect, in fact, that I think you need a taste too.”

“Oh, is that so?” he chuckled.

“Mhm,” you hummed before kissing him, the taste of the sauce still on your mouth.

“You were right,” he purred, pulling back a little bit. “Absolutely perfect.”

Troubles momentarily forgotten, the raven haired god set the table for two as you finished cooking dinner. The two of you sat, chatting and eating and holding hands. Everything was going so well, and then you asked a question that made his smile falter.

“So how was your day?” you’d inquired.

“About that,” he said, setting down his utensil. “We need to talk.”

“Uh oh,” you responded. You felt a little nervous as you put down your fork too. “That doesn’t sound good. Is everything ok?”

“Yes... and no,” he sighed. “SHIELD is putting together a team to take care of threats from other planets. A team that they have told me I am to be on.”

“Oh,” you replied, trying to keep your face neutral. You didn’t want to be upset if it was something he was actually excited for. “And it’s required you go?”

“Not exactly. If I plead my case, I’m certain I can stay. Believe me, I do not want to leave you. I will stay, if you wish me to.”

“Well, how long would you be gone for?”

“I am uncertain. It could be three months, or it might be ten.” He bit his lip. “But, darling, tell me to stay and without hesitation, I shall.”

It felt like the floor was falling out from under you. Of course you wanted him to stay, but would that really be fair? Could you let yourself be the one to hold him back? If there was one thing you knew, you loved each other. As long as you didn’t forget or doubt that, you could weather anything.

“No, Loki, it’s a great opportunity,” you said. “You should go. I’ll be waiting here when you get back.”

“Oh, darling,” he whispered, sliding out of his chair. Kneeling before you, Loki rested his head in your lap, and you ran your fingers through his silky black hair. “I swear these next three weeks shall be the best of your life. I will dedicate all my time to you before I leave.”

“My love, I would like nothing more, but I don’t want to monopolize all your time,” you hesitantly said. Though you wanted to spend as much time with him as you could before he left, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to. “If you really don’t mind, though, please do.”

Of course, he was more than happy to and spent just as much time with you as he had promised. But now he’d been gone for six months, and you missed him terribly. You laid on the roof, petting the cat Loki had bought you before he left. So you never got lonely, he said. It had shiny black fur and beautiful green eyes. As soon as Loki gifted your new friend to you, you’d named him Loki Jr., earning you a playful eye roll from the trickster god.

Remembering that night brought a brief smile to your face. Now, you looked up at the moon, Loki Jr. purring as you pet his soft fur. You wondered where your lover was out there in that great expanse of space. Was he looking at it like an empty void? Or was he appreciating the stars and the wonders that were held out there? Maybe he was just indifferent to it, you thought. After all, he’d grown up on Asgard, so perhaps he was used to it.

Going back to your room that evening, your bed felt empty. Your home just felt so lonely without Loki. The real Loki, anyway. As much as you loved Loki Jr., it just wasn’t the same thing. Was your love thinking the same thing, you wondered? You hoped so, but didn’t want to think about it too much, lest your brain make you believe he didn’t miss you.

Sighing, you buried your nose into Loki Jr.’s fur. You had no one to blame except yourself, really. Loki had asked you repeatedly if you wanted him to stay, but you always said no. Told him he had to live his life to the fullest. That he couldn’t wait for you to give him the ok. You’d still be here when you got back, and you had your job at the Tower to keep you occupied. Of course, every mission you observed from there reminded you of Loki. How you’d met and all the shy glances you’d shared. You couldn’t help yourself from wondering how he was doing. He’d be alright, you were sure. But until he got back, it seemed there was nothing you could do to ease your worrying.

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Space was beautiful, there was no denying that. But it was kind of cold and empty too. Especially since the trickster god had to be without you, his beloved. Now that’s not to say he wasn’t having fun or wasn’t enjoying the time he got to spend with his brother. He just still really missed you and your company.

Loki ran his fingers over the picture he had of you. Not too much longer until he could brush his fingers over the soft skin of your beautiful face. Oh, how eight months could feel like a million years, Loki didn’t know. Well, in a way he did; any time spent away from the one you loved with your whole heart as he did you was bound to be tedious and feel drawn out. He’d be arriving back home tomorrow. Or, rather, today, he realized with a thrill as he checked the clock, reading midnight.

It was a bit of a struggle, but soon he was able to fall asleep. When he woke up, there was a mere hour left before reentry into Midgard’s atmosphere. Even with as empty space was, it somehow felt even lonelier with you. And now he’d be back with you in your shared apartment. He couldn’t wait until that night when you got to lay together just holding each other, basking in the other’s presence.

“Well, brother, are you ready to head back?” Thor asked, clapping Loki on the back.

“You have no idea just how eager I am, brother,” Loki replies. “It has been too long away from my beloved.”

“And certainly, they are missing you, too,” the God of Thunder assured.

“I can only hope. But what if they have moved on? We have not even been able to talk to each other in over a month. What if... What if they do not love me anymore?” Loki let himself be vulnerable, utilizing the relationship he and his brother had cultivated on this journey. “They did, after all, encourage me to go. Quite a bit.”

“Yes, but you know they just did not want to hold you back. Cheer up, Loki. Everything will be just fine.”

By the time they landed, Loki had mainly eased his worries, though he did feel a twinge of panic in his heart when he didn’t immediately see you while walking off the ramp. Luckily, you were there, he’d just missed you in the crowd.

Immediately, you ran to him, giving him the biggest hug you could. He reciprocated, beyond happy to feel your frame pressed against his. Tension relieved from both your bodies as you held each other.

“Hello, sweet darling,” he smiled.

“Hello, my love.”

Kissing the top of your head, Loki led you, following the gathered group as they walked further into the Tower while laughing and chatting with their recently arrived teammates. Loki kept an arm around your shoulder, and you one around his waist, the need to keep each other close quite obvious.

You and your boyfriend had to separate for a little while as Loki went to a debriefing. Soon he was back out, and the two of you joined the Avengers for a little welcome party of sorts. It was really just a get-together for the team to catch up. Even though it was a ton of fun, you were more than happy when you and Loki were in your car, driving back to your apartment.

“Welcome home,” you grinned, opening the door. Loki Jr. immediately came and rubbed himself against your legs. Loki smiled as you bent down to pet the cat, glad to know his plan had worked, at least in some degree. “Did you miss it?”

He cupped your cheek, looking deep into your eyes. “You have no idea, darling.”

Unable to wait any longer, Loki leaned in and kissed you. You responded immediately, brining him closer to you. He lifted you up and put your body between his and the wall. You giggled when the two of you finally broke for air, and Loki planted a million little kisses along your neck.

“I missed you, too,” you panted, still breathless.

“Next time,” he said between kisses, “I am telling them I am staying here.”

“Wait.” You brushed a few of his raven locks behind his ear, cocking your head at him. “Next time?”

Loki sighed. He knew he shouldn’t have brought this up so soon. The last thing he wanted was to make you upset on the day he came back home. All the trickster god wanted was to be with you, but of course he had to mention it. You had an adorable inquisitiveness in your eyes as you continued to play with his hair, twirling some of it between your fingers. He wondered if there was still a chance to save the day after his blunder.

“Yes. Fury wants to ship the team back out in a few months. After so long away from you, my darling, the thought sounds torturous. I will stay here. With you,” he explained, setting you back onto the ground.

“But that’s not fair to you,” you protested. “I shouldn’t be the only thing tethering you here. I don’t want to hold you back.”

“No, darling. I want to stay with you, I swear,” he vowed. You frowned, and he felt his heart drop a little. You said you missed him, and yet you were telling him to go again. “Look, sweet darling, it is late already. Let us just enjoy this night together. There is plenty of time to decide.”

“Ok,” you agreed, burying your face against his chest as you hugged again. You really didn’t want him to go, but a human like you shouldn’t tie down a god like him, you thought.

You led him to the bedroom you’d so missed sharing with him. After getting ready for the evening, you both laid in bed, talking of lighter topics. Neither of you could keep your hands off the other, and constantly maintained some kind of contact. Loki hadn’t even realized how late it’d gotten until your sentences began to be punctuated by yawns. Though you would have rather continued the conversation, you acquiesced when he suggested getting some sleep.

“You know,” you said, cuddling up to him, already half asleep. “If you do want to go on the next mission, I won’t be mad, my love.”

“I know. But I want to be with you. Yet you keep telling me to go and...” he trailed off, absentmindedly rubbing your back. “We will talk another time. Just sleep for now, my sweet darling.”

“Alright,” you hummed against him. “Goodnight. I love you. I promise, I’ll never stop loving you.”

“And I promise the same. I love you too.”

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There was only a month left before Loki would leave again. If he left again. You were both still debating, though you had eased up a bit after he voiced his concerns.

“Really, you should go. I- What’s wrong?” you’d asked during one such argument when he frowned.

“You say you love me, but you try to send me away,” he replied, a few tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill. “Why?”

“Oh, Loki, I really do love you. I swear on my life.”

“I believe you,” he assured while you kissed his forehead, though with an unmistakable hint of doubt behind the words.

“It’s just you’re a god. And I’m a mortal. I don’t want to hold you back. Hold you here. I don’t really want you to leave either; home is lonely without you. So if you really want to be on Midgard, of course I’ll support that too. I just can’t imagine you wouldn’t rather be free to roam.”

“In all honesty, my darling,” Loki began, “I do quite enjoy space travel. The settling down is nice too, of course, but there is something about being out there that’s freeing. So no, it is not that I want to be on Midgard, but that I want to be with you. I need to be with you. I love you so, so much, and I cannot bear to go without you for so long again.”

“Well, that’s it then. I need you too because I love you too. And you don’t want to go without me, but what about with me? We’ve been so caught up in our argument, we didn’t even consider another option.”

“Bring you with me?”

You nodded nervously. Maybe he was going to tell you it was too dangerous. Maybe he was just being nice saying he wanted to stay with you. But no, he wouldn’t have been this stubborn if that was the case. Just as you were going to try to recant your suggestion, Loki surged forward and kissed you.

“Darling, you’re a genius!” he exclaimed, pulling away. “I cannot believe we did not think of it sooner. You can work on the ship to monitor the missions, just like you do here. And we will be together. It is perfect!”

“Is it ok if we bring Loki Jr. too?” you asked as the cat plopped himself in your lap.

“For you, my sweet darling? For you I would do anything, so of course it is,” he chuckled as he cupped your cheek and kissed you again.

When you broke apart again, you felt happier than you had in a long time, knowing you wouldn’t have to part again. After all, he was your home, and you were his. So as long as you were together, home could never be a lonely place.

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Whenever I meet other travelers, one of the common questions I get is "Hey, Chlora, I am going to         place, what are some cool creatures I should keep an eye out for?" Though I say it is a frequent question, I always enjoy answering it! To hear people excited about seeing new species and strange beasts always makes me happy! So if you are ever traveling to some unfamiliar region and run into me along the way, never hesitate to ask! I am always eager to lend my knowledge and help others experience the majesty of the world! I have been informed, however, that I should give a warning with this offer. Apparently I tend to prattle on for long periods of time whenever I get this question, which some think is a bit much. I honestly don't understand what they are taking about, I am just answering a legitimate inquiry, but nonetheless I bring up this odd point. The reason I am talking about this is because the species I am focusing on here would be on the list for any folk visiting the desert or nearby spiny forests. If you are in the right area, I honestly don't need to focus your attention on locating these creatures, because they are pretty hard to miss! Despite the scaly, plated look, Crystalhorns are indeed mammals. Many are quick to call them reptiles, but if you really look at their frame and gait, you can see they are not. Believe it or not, they are ungulates, who dwell in arid places that possess lots of juicy plants! Of all the desert places, the best for them are spiny forests, as they provide a surplus of such vegetation! Their bodies are well adapted to living in such harsh environments, with their blood and organs specialized in retaining water. They can drink large quantities of water with ease, and then live off of those stores for days on end! Their "scales" also aid in survival, and not just for armor! The first thing to note is that these "scales" are made from a special material that is like keratin and chitin. Honestly, it is kind of a mix of both! These hard growths are not just translucent, but also reflective! They have a distinct shine to them, which causes people to compare them with crystal. The shininess of these plates aid in protection against the sun, as it reflects the harsh rays and helps get rid of some of that heat! They also can withstand the nasty thorns and spikes that are found everywhere in spiny forests, allowing the Crystalhorn to blunder through razor bushes with ease! Underneath those plates is a super thick hide for extra protection, sitting upon beds of stored fat for periods of famine. Wide feet help disperse its bulk so it doesn't sink into the sand, and special eyelids and lashes keep pesky grains from getting into their eyes. They are quite at home in these arid areas, and their sheer size and strength means they have very little to worry about! Due to this armor and their powerful bulk, full grown Crystalhorns have no real predators. I mean, what on earth is going to challenge that? Even if it wasn't for that huge gorgeous horn, you won't find a whole lot of carnivores with the weaponry to pierce that armor! Not to mention it is hard to get a good lock on them, as when the sun hits them they practically explode with light! When annoyed by a gawker or some prowling creature, they will purposefully shift their bulk so that the sun reflects right into the enemy's face. For those who want to appreciate their majesty, a pair of tinted goggles is pretty much a must! This light reflection helps throw off foes, but it is also used for eating! Crystalhorns are herbivorous, feeding on cacti and other succulents. A tough mouth and bony pads help them deal with the mess of needles and thorns, but sometimes a meal is just too irritating to eat! A lot of plants have painful hairs on them that dig into the inside of your mouth or scratch up your throat. To deal with this, the Crystalhorn uses its titular horn in a bizarre and fascinating way! Somehow, the structure of this horn is arranged so that it can take in light and focus it. By aiming and tilting it just right, the beast can focus the sunlight into a hot potent beam! Using the sun just so, it can point this concentrated light and fry the offending plant. In short time, the vegetation will begin to burn, searing off those irritating hairs! Once the top layer is scorched, the Crystalhorn will uses its feet to stomp it out and then feed on the remains. It isn't the most polite way to eat, but it gives them access to more food! It is truly bizarre that these horns are grown in such a way to allow such a thing to happen, but it is a common method for these beasts! They have even been seen rubbing these horns against tree trunks and rocks to help keep it in just the right shape! While this behavior is common, it is one that needs to be taught. Adults have been seen helping youngsters who struggle with using their horns properly, demonstrating for them and prodding their heads so they are at the right angle. When the young use their horns, adults keep close by ,not just for teaching, but to stamp out unintended fires. It makes you wonder if some brush fires have been caused by a bumbling Crystalhorn that scorched something a little too well. With their large size and beautiful crystal "scales," this species is rather popular. I think every zoo I have ever visited have one of these, because how could you not? They have been called the "Jewel of the Desert," which is easy to see when their hide hits the sun just right. There is even a type of greenish crystal out there that has been named after this species! How weird, to be an actual crystal named after something that is pretending to be! This beauty, however, comes at a price. Their crystal horn and "scales" are prized by collectors for their jewel-like qualities. There are many pieces of jewelry and fancy adornments that are made from these plates, carved and shaped to show off their splendor. I am pretty sure I have seen necklaces made from these at every ball or gala I have been forced to attend. To make matters worse, mages and other magic users have found an interest in this species. Their crystalline hide is said to be a valuable material for staffs, staves, wands and catalysts. Even when ground to a powder, it has many uses for potions and spells. Even practitioners of Thericorium use this powder for their paints and tattoos, as a majestic hide of crystal scales is impossible to pass up. With such a huge market, poaching is a massive threat to this species. Toppling one of these beasts and stripping its body of these plates and horn can net a smart seller thousands, so obviously many money-hungry fiends have their sights on them. It is to the point where I hesitate to even tell others good locations to observe Crystalhorns, as that info may reach the wrong ears and that land will be pillaged. I have heard there are efforts to domesticate and sustainably harvest these materials, but I already know this won't work. It takes decades for them to grow to their full potential and the ravenous market won't be so patient. For now, the only hope for this species is the continued effort of locals and conservation groups. They keep an eye out for poachers and take them out before they can cause harm. Even the zoos I mentioned before have started breeding programs to help keep this species alive! And don't worry, fellow reader, I too have done my part! During my studies, I found evidence of poachers in the area and did the responsible thing of reporting them! Well, that was after I "accidentally" knocked a Spire Cactus on top of their hiding place. Honestly, they should have been grateful I was there! I rushed off immediately to find locals so that they could come and help! I am thoughtful like that!               Chlora Myron Dryad Natural Historian ------------------------------------------------------------ Here is a species that was brought up in a previous entry (and was drawn around that time, I am just slow at posting). As one can see, I tried to do a background but then absolutely gave up.  Sorry folks, I just couldn't figure it out, so here is what I got.