#but who in their right mind went “give the mushroom legs”

[biocheminpics]

Decay exists as an extant form of life. And we just gave it legs.

"This robot is part fungus, part machine" and it's so happy to see you.

[awniie]

ANGEL !! ㅤㅤㅤ⭑

summary: how ‘toru treats his precious little angel !! ㅤㅤㅤ⭑

content: fem!reader, dacrophilia, cum denial, mean toru, sorta proof read, fingering, smut written while half awake (sorry if something doesn’t make sense!)

note: I’m growing some sorta feelings for this man..

“Look at this pretty little pussy, all wet..just f’me,” Satoru hummed while tapping the tip of his fat cock against your pulsing entrance. He was right, you were really wet, slick dribbling from your pretty cunny to your ass.

You were laid out on your back, eyes blinking away at the tears that pricked them.

‘toruuuu’ you drawled, calling out for the white-haired who was currently teasing your hole. There was no response for a good minute before a low voice answered. “Yess baby?” Satoru didn’t even look at you, too entranced by your cunt to make eye contact. He always got so lost during sex, as if your pussy made him intoxicated to the point where his senses went dull, and the part of him that was fully aware was the his dick.

You opened your mouth to speak, probably to whine about how he wouldn’t stop teasing with you, but your words ran dry as you felt the familiar sensation of pale fingers playing with your overstimulated clit. Instead of scratching complainhitive words, pitiful sobs escaped your lips and you heard his indiscreet snicker. Your body tensed as he built up the pleasure in your clit, a strangled symphony of your moans left your throat in abundance. It was too much, the pressure of his cock aswell as the ministrations of his fingers, you could barely think about anything else. The better it felt, the farther gone you were in your mind. “you gonna cum f’me angel?” he asked, as if he didn’t already know the answer. He just wanted to hear the sex-drunken taint in your voice just before you let go. “y-yes ‘toru! g’nna cum!” You whimpered , bucking your hips wildly as his fingers quickened their caresses on your clit. He let out a little amused hum, giving your bundle of nerves a little more love before pulling them away.

“T-toru!” you cried, dumbstruck n disappointed . The overwhelming pleasure you had just experienced, the pleasure that was so intense that you could grab it, had dissipated just like that. The burn of a ruin orgasm seared between your legs, as well as the burn of embarrassment that seared your mind. “W-why’d you stop...?” you sniffled as your pussy was still twitching and soaking the bed with your cum. Satoru gave you a little smile, still prodding your cunt with his slick-coated fingers. “Didn’t want you to cum yet angel. Patience, yeah?”

Patience your ass. You knew you too well to believe that faux-innocent bullshit that seaped out of his honeymouth. Satoru liked the power he had over you, more than liked, loved it. He loved how you got so dumb to the point where you couldn’t speak, except for the little babbles and murmurs that slipped out. How’d desperate you got just so you could finally cum. He relished in it, but you weren’t as big of a fan of it as he was.

After what seemed like hours of begging and pleading for him just to properly fuck you, he finally gave into your lust-tainted mewls and started pumping his pre-coated length . But just when you thought you’d finally get to cum, he continued to tease your overstimmed cunny with his dick instead, again.

“please, stop teasin’ me.” You mumured. Your head started to hurt with how bad you needed to cum. He ignored your pleas, dragging his mushroom tip across your slit, still with that stupid smirk of his. So with whatever reasonability you had that remained, you your own trembling hand and trying to grab hold of his cock. He let out a groan at the way your hands flexed over his He watched in amusement as you tried to put in your cunt, swiping your hand away chuckling at your frustrated whimpers.

“I wanna hear you ask for it, angel. Ask ‘toru to fuck you.” He told you. Maybe if you had any more of your senses, you would’ve tried to scrap together some of whatever dignity you had left, but right now all you wanted to do was cum all over his cock.

“please ‘toru..Please fuck me, pleasee. I promise I’ll take it so good.” you whined, nothing more than a whimpering n’ wet mess. Pearls of tears swole and ran down your heated cheeks, your naked body quivered with need and want. Satoru couldn’t help but let out a little laugh at your fucked-out state, too far lost in the chase of your own pleasure to care about how pitiful you looked right now. Despite how much he enjoyed your cute little tears and moans, He’d choose to be merciful. He’d do anything for his pretty little angel.

“d’awww, Only ‘cus you asked so nicely, yeah?” He cooed, kneading at doughy flesh of your thighs and aligned his pre-covered cock with your hole. “‘Toru’s gonna fuck your precious pussy real good, angel. Does that sound good?” You nodded and let out a high-pitched ‘mhm’. “Yeah, I know it does baby. Dont worry, ‘toru’s got ya.”

“y-yes ‘toru, t’ank you..!” you babbled, squirming at the sudden pressure at your entrance. He slid into you slowly, letting you savor the feeling of finally being full. By the time he reached his hilt, a little bulge had formed at your abdomen.

“f-fuck angel,” he stuttered as pink gummy walls clenched around his length. “your just too precious!

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Who would think Kalim would be such a closet pervert, I expected it from rook but not kalim

Do you recon you could do some other characters??

💞💞

(Accidentally Sitting on Their Face)

Sure can!

🖤🖤🖤

Accidentally Sitting on Their Face (3) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Jade Leech 

“Alright, I found some more of those mushrooms you were looking for!”

“Thank you, Darling.”

You decided to join Jade on this hiking route he’s been talking about lately 

Whether it’s because you wanted to get to know him better or you were genuinely wanting to go on a hike you went

Granted you did have to keep ignoring Deuce and Ace’s warnings about you ‘being brought out and buried alive’ by the eel

But nonetheless, you came

And so far you were glad you did 

Seeing pure happiness in his double-colored eyes was rare 

But you were happy to see it

Jade on the other hand was practically on cloud 9 

He hadn’t intentionally meant to have his darling tag along 

He didn’t mind

After all, he could use the extra help 

With gathering herbs to make Azul’s potions

Getting specimens of land mushrooms

Scopingoutthenearbylakeforunderwatercavestokeepyouin

So he’s very grateful he gets to watch you partake in his interests

Especially watching you go so far as to start climbing trees to get a high-hanging mushroom

“(Y/n), be careful climbing so high. These trees are lined with sap so I’m certain its going to be–”

“Whoa!” 

“-slippery.”

Smiling amused at your hanging form he gets a wicked idea

A most awful wicked wonderful idea

“I-I can’t…ergh–get my foot up there!”

“Thats alright starfish, you can fall. I’ll catch you.”

“A-are you sure?”

You couldn’t see the toothy smile as he lines himself up with you

And whether you go against your instincts or your hands finally give out you land on Jade Leech’s smiling face

You apologize trying and failing to get off a couple times thanks to the strain on your legs

Completely blinding you to the wide-eyed smile you’d typically spot on Floyd

“I’m really sorry, Jade! I didn’t mean to fall like that.”

“Its perfectly fine (Y/n). In fact I might ask you to do it again.”

With no one to hide behind or call his attention away

You might end up in another situation in which the eel needs to be repaid

Ruggie Bucci

“Steady! Steady!” 

“I’m trying Ruggie I really am.”

Here in Twisted Wonderland some of the best deals were on the highest shelves

And as you and Ruggie are both struggling financially 

Its only natural you two team up for the good cause of feeding yourselves

And man has Ruggie never thought you looked better

Scoping out deals with him and calculating what you both can afford

He’s wanted nothing more than to put a ring on it

And he was going to whetheryoulikeditornot

So here you were standing on his shoulders while you were search through the high shelves

“Ruggie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you really okay to hold me up like this?”

“Whats it? You think I’m weak?”

“Well no but–”

“Trust me (Y/n) I didn’t get into Savvannaclaw without muscle.”

“Alright..”

A if Jinxing it you began to wobble and so does he

Ending with you lovingly smothering the vicewarden

“Ruggie are you okay? Did I crush you?”

“Y-yeah you did.”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I-its fine. Uh lets-um finish shopping, yeah?”

“Right!” 

He’s reeling 

Blushing intensely as he replays the moment

Aswellaswhatcouldofbeen

“Maybe next time I should use ‘Laugh with me.’”

[pocket-watcher]

You're little writing snippets are so great!! I'm scrolling your blog now FERAL omfg

If it's alright, and you're okay with it, would you be willing to write a short snippet about a girl resisting being ensnared and hypnotically seduced by a magic creature, maybe a beautiful fey or vampire?? But then falling into their eyes and ultimately under their spell??

No worries if not, I will devour anything and everything!!

Aaaaa hello!! I’m so glad you enjoy my writing! I’m sure I can whip something up for ya!

Rule #1, don’t step in a fae circle.

Shit.

It hadn’t been her fault. She simply slipped and fell. She knew the stories, and had always been so careful, and yet here she was cursing under her breath as she tried to leg it out of the woods.

Yeah. She barely made it 5 steps before something invisible snaked around her waist and pulled her right back into the broken ring of mushrooms.

“Oh, aren’t you something?” The ethereal voice rang out. She shut her eyes tight.

Nope. Not real. If she can’t see it then it’s not real.

“Oh, but I am real. I assure you.”

What the hell?! Could this thing read minds?!

“Yell all you want, human. It won’t get you out of this predicament any faster than having a polite conversation with me.” They hummed.

She squeezed her eyes tightly, turning her whole body as far away from them as she could. She fought to keep her mind blank and empty.

“Ah. A smart one.” She felt a slender finger lift her chin. Her scrunched face relaxed into the touch, but she didn’t dare to let her eyes open.

Blank and empty.

“Who are you?” She asked as strongly as she could.

“I’ll give you my name if you give me yours.” She felt them tuck her hair behind her ear.

“I would never.”

“Then I am no one.” The voice teleported around her. Impossibly. Echoing in her mind as she focused on the words in an attempt to keep her mind empty and blank, as not to give away her name.

“And,” their voice continued in soothing tones, “you are the one who knows better than to give her name and yet stood between the mushrooms in my forest…”

Despite her eyes being closed she felt their gaze travel down her body. They were studying her. Sizing her up.

“I fell.”

She stood her round.”

“No, my dear. Trust me. You haven’t fallen yet.”

Shivers went up her spine.

“What do you want with me?”

“That’s not the right question, but I’ll answer it.” The voice circled her. Coiling around her. She turned to follow it with her ears, eyes so tempted to open. Begging her mind to open them. Empty and blank. Don’t think about it don’t think about it.

They laughed at her thoughts.

“I want to take you away from here. I want to make you my toy. I want you to tell me your name. I want to steal you away from this world and take you to another.”

She felt their lips inches from hers. Her mind was empty.

“And blank.”

They had tricked her. Used her intelligence against her. She had stilled her own thoughts. She had focused on their words. She had fallen so easily under their spell.

Her body tingled. Her eyes willed to open.

“Open them.”

Brown eyes met dazzling silver. They were so clearly not of this world. She couldn’t help but stare. The world tipped around the two from her twirling to follow their voice.

“Tell me, what is your name?”

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t resist.

As soon as her name left her tongue it disappeared into the afternoon breeze. It echoed through the wood, but only for a moment. The two left together, and her name and memory scattered to time as if she had never existed in this world to begin with.

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Word count: 2400+

Warnings: language, mentions of trauma

I noticed that most of you aren't Tamlin's fans, but give him a chance😉

Part I | Part III

After the beast was gone your life returned to its normal. You spent your days taking walks in the forest, picking up herbs, fishing and collecting berries and mushrooms to eat. You still thought about the beast, of course you did, but after all it was his decision to leave. All you could do was hope that there's somebody who would check on his wound, making sure it healed properly.

One day you woke up into gloomy morning, heavy rain drumming on the leaves behind the windows. You couldn't go out, so you cuddled down with a blanket into your favourite armchair in front of the fireplace with cracking wood in it. Slowly sipping fragrant tea you dived into a book laid on your lap.

Suddenly front door burst open harshly and the beast broke in. He was soaked, water dripping on the floor. But the sudden invasion wasn't what scared you the most. It was the beast's expression. He looked so wild, so dangerous, so angry, the rows of sharp fangs bared, his angry eyes sizing you. Huge body filled small space of cottage, sucking out all the air.

Your fingers clenching tighter around the mug, was the only sign of fear you allowed yourself. Maybe after all, they were right saying the High Lord went crazy. There's no other explanation to this. You looked straight into the green eyes with gold flecks waiting, leaving the first move to him.

He growled, the sound full of rage and pain shook the walls. He began to pad around, the dagger-like claws had left scratches on the wooden floor. You were watching him with bated breath.

After few minutes he came to you, sitting down he pressed his wolf's head to your knees and exhaled deeply.

"I'm sorry," he muttered. "I didn't know where else to go."

"It's okay," you breathed out swallowing hard. You could still feel his rage seeping from his body.

"And I'm sorry for the door. I'll repair it." You looked to the remains of what used to be the front door. The spicy smell of magic filled the air and the debris disappeared immediately replaced by new door.

"Thank you," you whispered still clenching the mug. Even thought he seemed to be calmer now, you could sense bad mood hadn't left him yet. Your eyes fell to the side where he had been wounded. "I see you healed."

"Yes, all thanks to you and that tea you gave me." He didn't offer any explanation of why he disappeared without a word, so you wouldn't ask more about it. You sat silently in that strange position for a while, not sure which topic was safe to take out.

"Is.. everything alright?" you tried your luck, hoping he wouldn't bite your head off.

"No," he answered simply and you could sense new surge of anger building in him. "She looked so satisfied..so happy next to that bastard. As if she was laughing right in my face and saying: he fucks me better than you. He even made me his.." He abruptly halted, probably thinking he said too much.

But you already knew who he really was. You suspected it before and today his words just made you sure of it. You swallowed hard. There wasn't much you could say to that without revealing you knew his true identity. So you decided it's better to remain silent.

The beast exhaled deeply and closed his eyes. "Would you mind if we stay like this for a while?" he asked, voice full of pain and resignation.

"No, I don't mind it," you offered small smile. And so you sat there in silence with beast's head rested on your legs. The fire in the hearth crackled, raindrops drummed on windows and roof and the wind blew through the treetops.

Lost in your thoughts you watched beast's slowly drying fur while sipping your tea. Reaching out your fingers gently ran over the soft fur. The beast tensed under your touch and holding breathe cracked his eyes open. Only then you realized what you had done.

"I'm so sorry," you quickly untangled fingers from fur. "I didn't mean.."

"It's okay," he interrupted you. "I.. like..it.."

It's so surprising, you weren't sure what to do. Was it permission to continue? Hesitantly you touched him, gently scratching soft fur between the antlers. He purred lowly and shut eyes closed. Heat consumed your cheeks. Treating High Lord as some pet. How rude. You couldn't believe your own audacity. Thankfully nobody else saw that. Your fingers slid down behind his ear.

Shiver ran down his spine and startled he sat up, breaking off contact. His unusual green eyes locked with yours. Some strange energy surged between you and then he blinked and it was gone.

Turning his gaze to the fire, he cleared his throat. "Don't you...have more of the tea? It smells nice."

"Oh, sure," you babbled, accepting the way out he'd offered you so generously.

While you were pouring tea to the bowl, you could feel his intensive gaze. He didn't stop even when you returned back and offered him the tea.

"Thank you," he mumbled. Both of you sat and drank your teas, silence was stretching. When it was clear he didn't want to talk anymore, you picked up your book, found where you left off and started to read.

It was almost dinner time. The beast was lying in front of the fireplace fast asleep. His gentle snoring and unceasing rain were the only sounds in the darkening room. You put the book aside. Lighting candles along the way you stalked to the kitchen to prepare something to eat.

The beast didn't make even slightest move, but you knew he's awake. When food was on the table you hesitantly stepped to his side and touched his shoulder. He looked up at you.

"Come and eat something," you invited him. Obediently he followed you to table and sat down across from you. Sitting on the floor he was still taller than you. Looking down on you he watched as you took first bite. Only then he started to eat too. He finished in no time and liking his muzzle looked at plates on the table.

"Would you like some more?" you asked him.

He stiffened slowly looking up at you. "No, I'm fine." Lie. You could not only see, but also hear his hunger. You smirked, took his plate and put another portion of food on it.

"Don't be shy to tell you are hungry." He hesitantly nodded and started to eat.

When you finished, you began to clean table and dishes while he watched you with interest. "I wonder why you don't use your magic. It could be done in no time."

"I have no powers," you snorted amused.

"But you do have some," he insisted. "I can feel it. Especially when you make tea, medicines or cook."

"You must be wrong," you tried to laugh it off nervously. "I don't—can't.."

"Believe me. I can sense quite great power from you. Even now. It's suppressed, but it's there. You're on the same level as any High Fae."

"Can we just stop talking about it?" you asked him. You felt uneasy. Any mention of your magic made you feel so since you could remember. You didn't know why, anything that happened before you started to live in this cottage, was blurred. You didn't know where you came from, who you were or who your parents were. You only knew you didn't want to find out. All this magic talk made you feel nauseous. "I'm going to take some logs for fire," you announced, needing to get out of there. You didn't wait for his reaction. You needed fresh chilly air immediately.

His eyes narrowed as you rushed out into the dark. He noticed your pale face, but decided not to mention this topic anymore. Obviously there was something about it that bothered you. You didn't push him about his inner wounds, you didn't demand any explanations and he would do the same.

You didn't know how long you were sitting under the tree in the dark cold forest pressing your hands to ears, rocking back and forth. Screaming female's voice echoed in your mind. No doubt it was something you witnessed in the past, some lost memory, but you didn't want to know what it meant. You only wanted it to stop.

When you finally regained your usual composure, you took few logs and returned to cottage. The beast was again lying in front of the hearth. He looked up at you. "Everything okay?"

"Perfectly fine," you put logs away and sat down to your armchair. Suddenly realising how cold you were, you pulled up the blanket. The beast watched as you settled into the armchair and then put his head on the paws. The rest of the night you two spent in silence.

Three days passed since that day. You lived just as before. Only one thing changed - you weren't alone anymore.

The first day the beast stayed inside while you went on your regular walk, picking up herbs, mushrooms and berries, and fishing. He was probably bored all alone, because next day he joined you and went out with you. He was rather quiet companion, mostly just looking out for you while basking in the sun or helping you to carry the basket.

He was often lost in thoughts. Something bothered him, but he wouldn't say a single word. You didn't ask about it either. You just made sure he knew you were there if he needed.

Today wasn't different. You were sitting on the bank of small lake fishing while the beast was lying on large rock nearby, watching you out of habit.

"Don't you hunt?" he asked you suddenly.

You shook head. "I don't. I couldn't possibly kill an animal. I feel sick to even think about hurting small mouse."

He made a sound that remotely resembled the laughter. "You are really a vicious witch."

You frowned at him. "There's nothing wrong with it."

"No, it isn't," he agreed, his voice playful. It was the first time he had such good mood since you met him. For some reason it warmed your heart and you smiled too. "Have you ever eaten meat except of fish?"

"To be honest I don't know. I don't remember my life before I came to this forest," you admitted.

"Why?" he asked carefully.

"I don't know," you shrugged.

"Did you try to remember or search for someone to help you?"

You bit on your lower lip and shook your head. "I feel that it's better not to know."

"I see," he turned back to the lake, putting this conversation to the end. He wanted to know more, but it seemed to be dangerous topic. You were already pale enough.

For the rest of the day he stayed silent seemingly thinking about something. His good mood disappeared which was a pity. You quite liked that change and his teasing.

After the dinner he sat down in front of you, resolution in his green eyes.

"There's—there's something I should tell you.."

You patiently waited for his next words, giving him an encouraging smile.

"I..I'm not beast," he breathed out, watching you carefully, waiting for your reaction.

"I know. You have human eyes," you said calmly and took a sip of tea.

"You are really special," his mouth widened into something similar to the smile, but more wild, eyes shined brightly.

He looked at you, jaw tightening. "There is more.."

He inhaled deeply, those gleaming green eyes never leaving yours. His features started to change. You just sat there and watched. It took mere seconds, a flash of light and there was a young male kneeling in front of you only in ragged brown breeches. His golden hair were long, tangled and as dirty as the rest of his muscular body. Big silver scar on his ribs was the only proof he was the injured beast you saved.

On the first look he was High Fae, there's no doubt about it. His magic was so powerful your insides shivered. You couldn't take eyes off of him, lips slightly parted. Even under the layers of dirt he was still attractive. You'd already seen all kinds of fae males, but no one like him. Nobody was so handsome, so graceful. Nobody made your heart jump to your throat. You realized you were staring at him. Ashamed you looked down on your hands.

He nervously cleared his throat. "I'm.. Tamlin.." No titles. Okay, you could play along.

"Ehm, nice to meet you," you mumbled.

"I'm sorry for my messy appearance. It's quite some time since I.. you know.. I've spent several days in my animal form.."

"It's okay," you shyly took another sip of tea, so you didn't have to look at his broad chest.

He shakily inhaled. "Listen.. I know this is sudden, but.. the war is approaching. I had a peaceful time here to think things over, which I'm really grateful for.. but you have to go.. flee to another Court or maybe even to continent. This place won't be safe. If Prythian looses, this Court will be destroyed as first.."

Tamlin wanted to continue, but you stopped him. All feelings aside you found your balance once again and he could see why other Fae had avoided you. You were empty.

"I will not go anywhere," you stated coldly.

"It wasn't request," he matched your tone, anger building up in his voice, sharp claws slid out.

"You have no right to command me around. It's up to me if I want to leave or no." You spoke calmly, it wasn't in your nature to shout at others.

"Actually I.." Tamlin halted, biting down on his lower lip. "Do as you wish, you stubborn little thing. I warned you," he growled, stood up swiftly and without another word left.

You remained seated in your armchair grasping mug in your fingers. You understood his concern, but high lord or no he had no right to order you to leave your cottage, the only home you had ever known. This was your comfort zone and you couldn't even imagine life behind the borders of this forest.

You closed your eyes trying to calm down. You almost started to like him and his silent company. You didn't want to be angry at him. You didn't want to feel anything at all. Feelings were just troubles and troubles hadn't place in your life. And so you pushed and pushed until all of the feelings disappeared and you again felt yourself.

[crow-n-tell]

I had a lot of trouble with this lil guy. Weird lil music men aren't easy to shift over when their body's are so... Weird. Still, here! Hermit Crab Music Men!

If you wanna see what went on in my mind for this come right this way...

So a lil info about these boys! These lil music men have adapted to live in the safe shallows, as well as some undersea areas if need be - having two different palettes which match... you've probably guessed by the additions of orange in the music mans usual pastels

Acid mushrooms! I realized as I was trying to get it all sorted that they are a nearly identical color scheme so it worked out that their colors are a little wacky. Not that real life crabs aren't a bit audacious in their colorings too. Actually the deep sea version of this guy is based off a purple crab called the Palawan Purple Crab who comes from the Philippines.

Their colors are more so for other crabs of their species to recognize them, or so I've read, but in this particular scenario it suits our lil music man as a sort of camouflage too.

Aside from it being a sort of camouflage, it also gives you insight into these lil guys diet. Most of what (I really need to come up with a name for these guys, but all I keep thinking of is crab rangboom. like crab rangoon? but a sound pun.) they eat are poisonous, which has directly affected how predators view them. Yea see, there are certain families of crabs which are toxic only because they are eating things that should not be eaten.

So music men don't have a lot of predators, other than those who have natural immunities to things like that... ahem, moon.

I imagine that the crabs closer to the surface tend to a little smaller than knee high for an average height human, where as deeper sea versions of them are a lot bigger... Like... I DONT KNOW, Leviathan big? After all these are just lil guys, lets not forget about the big music man!

Next topic is... oh yeah!

Seismic communication is basically communication through vibrations. Not just through the water, actually it's used by spiders which we can all sort of agree is what the OG music boys are. Spiders use seismic communication when it comes to their webs in particular, able to sense through vibrations in their web if they've captured prey.

Similarly a lot of sea creatures use vibrations as means of communication. Not only in the way spiders do, but sensing out prey; but by avoiding predators or talking to each other. Crabs in particular use all three, but in terms of communication to one another its been noted they will rub their legs together like crickets to talk to other crabs.

For our lil crabby boys, their claws are fashioned sort of like the the original music man has. Hollowed out in the center, they are able to click their lil crab claws together to make sounds and vibrations which distress and confuse their prey long enough to snatch em up and eat em.

Of course they also have the very on brand to SB behavior of just being a literal face hugger if they come out of the shell.

m...mmmmm..... no... noo....ooo.......

I guess the only thing left to mention is his lil

Barnacles!

I struggled with how i'd give this lil guy a top hat. Then. I remember how WEIRD barnacles are. You see a lot of barnacles that look a lil something like this:

But they come in many variations!

And I hate all of them! they are great for designs, helpful in this case, but I get nauseous when looking at them and I can't even begin to understand why.

Sorry if my adhd really popped out on this one, I am actually holding back some of the mostly irrelevant information about colors and uh, other stuff.

[pepperycar]

Hey there! Since you're taking asks for the emoji writer game, how about 🩸 for the brothers? 🥰

Patching up a wound 🩸

@silenzahra when you’re ready.

Mario should’ve been home by now.

Luigi was getting worried, Peach had asked Mario to scout out part of the mushroom forest so that the Toads could build a new path making easier access to their (soon to be visiting) SarrasahLand allies. Luigi and Mario both knew Bowser had escaped recently but Mario assured him that he’d be fine. He promised he would have a mushroom on hand just in case and Peach’s guards were in the town area 24/7.

Luigi still didn’t like that it was gone past midnight and still no sign of Mario’s return. Luigi knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep so he just kept himself occupied for the time being. He cleaned the house (twice) made their beds, sorted their stuff, moved a few leftover boxes from their move, made himself a cup of tea, then finally sat on the couch to play some Animal crossing on their GameCube, Luigi was always better at puzzle/rpg games than Mario’s platformers and fighting games.

The sun was rising when he heard the door finally knock. He sprung to his feet getting a bit dizzy from how tired he was, threw down his controller and ran for the door. Luigi gasped. He was surprised and shocked to see Peach, Toad and Mario at the door with Mario looking a tired, sorry state, his face covered in cuts and bruises, a black eye and some ripped, dirty clothes. Peach was holding Mario over her shoulder, Toad on his right letting him use his big mushroom head for support. Before Luigi could speak, Peach spoke up. “I know it’s early Luigi but- Mario asked us to drop him off here. He said he left his house key with you.” Peach waited as she saw Luigi processing all of this. Like she and Toad could read his mind, they both answered “he’s okay.”

“He-he’s alright” Peach continued “He- He refuses to get medical attention from the castle’s hospital wing and keeps assuring us that he’s fine!” “He uh, kept asking for us to bring him straight here. Said he really needed to see you?” Toad added. Luigi seemed to snap out of his thoughts as he quickly straightened and ushered the three of them in. “Y- yeah okay.. come on in and make yourselves comfortable..” Luigi offered. Peach set Mario down on the couch and Toad helped pull his legs up onto the foot rest.

Luigi went to make them tea but Peach stopped him. “It’s nice of you to offer Luigi.. but me and Toad have a meeting to attend to at the Castle I’m afraid.” “And I’ve got an angry Koopa King to guard!” Toad added with a smirk as he whipped out his frying pan like a weapon. Luigi turned to look at Toad. “You guys caught him?!” Luigi asked hopefully. “Yes we did! All thanks to Mario and the Princess!” He smiled. Peach smiled too. “It was Mario who did all the real work.”

Luigi opened the door for them. After peach told him to come up to the castle right away in case they needed anything, Luigi nodded, waved goodbye and as soon as the door was fully closed he bolted to Mario’s side. He finally let out an annoyed groan as he took Mario’s hand in his. “Any new villagers?” Mario asked with a scoff. Luigi looked up confused only to remember his game of Animal Crossing was still on. He rolled his eyes, grabbed the remote and turned the tv off before giving Mario’s hand a hard squeeze. Mario groaned from the pain. “Did that hurt?” Asked Luigi. YES!” Mario yelled. His voice sounding tired and his eyes appearing more droopy. “Good!” Luigi yelled back. “I need you to focus and take this seriously!”

Luigi left through the kitchen and came back with a bowl of water, first aid kit, Clean pyjamas and a green cloth. He put the bowl to the side before wringing out the cloth and removing Mario’s hat to start cleaning off the dirt and cuts on his face. Mario hissed in pain and Luigi did his best to ignore it. “I’m Sorry it hurts but you did this to yourself, you let this happen!” He said like an annoyed parent. “It’s fine, Lu. I’m okay..” Mario said nearly slurring his words together from how tired he was. Luigi sighed before helping Mario pull off his shirt. He hissed in sympathy when he saw a claw gash across his middle, with smaller cuts littered all over his torso, his chest looked bruised and each breath he took seemed to take effort.

Luigi didn’t realise he’d started crying until he felt Mario cup his cheek and thumb away his tears. Luigi tried to ignore it and helped Mario put his pyjama top on. He was cleaning out the dirt, puss and cuts on his legs when Mario finally spoke again. “Weegee?” Luigi ignored him and shook the pyjama bottoms to signal to Mario to put his legs through. Mario pulled up the pants, wincing in pain slightly as he sat back down. He saw Luigi staring into space. “Luigi.” He said more firmly. “Lu.” That did it. Luigi finally looked up, he looked like he was fighting tears and he took quick huffy breaths while trying not to make eye contact.

“You could have died..” Luigi muttered.

“What?”

“You could have DIED!!” Luigi snapped. “This isn’t a game Mario! Why didn’t you go to the castle?! Or the hospital or-or somewhere closer than me?! You know healthcare is free here right? Why did you come to me?!”

“A. Because no one can do it better than you Lu, and you know how to comfort me and won’t judge me for hurting-“

“But they wouldn’t judge-“ Luigi tried to interrupt. “And B!” Mario said loudly before continuing “I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Luigi looked up confused, only to be more confused as he felt Mario trap him in a desperate hug. “When.. I was helping the Princess and Toad fight Bowser.. I was ready to pass out afterwards because everything hurt so badly. I could trust that Peach and Toad could get me help in time. But then Bowser said-“ he then started crying, a little, then full on sobbing, pressing his face into Luigi’s shoulder and sniffling.

“Bow-Bowser said that.. that he had planned for this, so when I got home I’d have a nasty surprise. That while he distracted me.. he’d sent Kamek to h-hurt you! I didn’t want to believe him but.. the thought that you could be hurt or-or worse! That you could be-“ he didn’t allow himself to finish that sentence, instead he lowered his head and pressed his ear to Luigi’s chest, hearing the now accelerated heartbeat. After a few beats, Mario calmed down enough to continue. “I had to know that you were okay, I just had to see you as soon as possible because I knew I wouldn’t be able to rest until a saw that he was lying..”

Luigi went to speak but Mario continued. “I know you’re fully capable of looking after yourself but.. I just-I just can’t help but worry.. I couldn’t help but think you got hurt again or-or died-“ he shuddered and snuggled closer. “Because I went off to play hero again! I know I’m in pain, probably got a few bruised ribs.” He scoffed, though it didn’t sound like a real laugh. “But honestly Lu? Knowing I could potentially loose you? All from just ONE of my reckless actions and decisions.. hurt me inside way more then ANY broken bone or scar could give me.. I was so scared Lu, I really was. I know now that you’re fine, you’re safe. But I still don’t think I can let myself sleep yet.. just stay with me a few more minutes? Please?”

Luigi sighed. He couldn’t argue with Mario, not after that. He’d have a long talk with him later but for now, he’d let it slide, just this once. Not saying anything, he scooped up Mario bridal style before bringing him to their bedroom and getting under the covers with him. Mario snuggled closer to his chest and Luigi started running his fingers through his hair. Now Mario looked relaxed, his eyelids getting droopy, but before he nodded off he said “you’re great at patching me up after a fight.. But I don’t think you’d be able to patch up this old wound.” He said pointing to his heart. “I don’t think I’d ever recover if my heart got broken from loosing you Lu.. the strongest bandage, tape or super glue wouldn’t be able to hold it together, let alone fix it.. I love you Lu.. and I need you..”

Luigi let out a sigh before giving Mario. A grateful but sad smile. He rested his head on Mario’s while gently rubbing his back and whispering “I love you too Mario. You’re the hero I needed but didn’t deserve..” he kissed the crown of his head and finally let himself relax. He felt Mario snuggle closer and squeezed him tighter as Luigi let himself drift off to sleep.

“G’night Mario.. we’ll talk about this in the morning.”

@vulpixfairy1985 @bberetd @peaches2217 @itsavee4117 @roscolate @rainbogen @pianokantzart and anyone else who might be interested!

[romanreignseater]

All The Way Back Down.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18+

Warning: Dirty smut; p in v, oral (female & male receiving), and creampie.

“I need you to turn that ass to the back and arch that back down. Whatever you say boy.”

A/N: My first Jimmy fic will be out this week, I worked hard on it, so I hope you’ll love it 💝. This was just a quick little filler story. But, a good one at that 😏. Still in my JeyBae era right now 🤭. I’ll be back soon Big Uce 😭. I still got love for you too.

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GIF: @solosikoa

The sounds of gargling, choking, crying, and yelling could probably be heard all the way down the hall of his hotel room. Inside the room you were on all fours, swallowing down that ingrate’s cock.

Boy… did you hate him.

But, his dick was too good.

You finally knew what being on drugs felt like. But, looking up through your lashes you couldn’t help but want to bite that dick out of your mouth. That stupidly beautiful smug face of his, smirking down at you like he’s the shit.

Well he ain’t shit, but why were you still there?! Why were you still there letting him abuse your throat, letting him have his way with you after every show?! Why do talk so much shit to him and let him do it back to you, if you’ve been fucking each other for a year?!

Yes… A YEAR!! For a whole year, 365 days, 52 weeks, 12 months, and 525,600 minutes!! You hated that man with your whole heart, but loved the way he handled you. Handled you like a real fucking man, which nobody has ever done. He always spoke his mind, letting you know how he feels, and how he wanted you.

And this is how he wanted you. Ass up, face down in his hotel room with his dick stuffed down your throat. And you enjoyed every second of it. You already reddened cheeks began to sting again as he smacked it once more, forcing you to look up at him.

“Yo’ ass love this dick, huh girl?! Got your eyes all close and shit. Throwing that ass back, fucking the air cause that pussy screaming for me huh?!” His words made you pussy clench, but it also made the bile in your veins pulse.

As he continued to penetrate your throat, he took his two middle digits to smear your essence all over your cunt and winking hole. “Who got that pussy all wet mama?!” Rolling your eyes, you took his cock out of your mouth and continued rub him out. “Yo’ daddy got my pussy wet bitch.”

Watching his eyes darken and his fingers ceased its actions, you giggled as you glided your tongue all across his juicy, mushroom head and leaking slit.

Pulling his dick away from your mouth and hands, he pulled you up by your throat. Sticking your tongue out and laughing, his grip on your throat tightened. “I was having fun baby, my mouth is missing that dick already.” You go to jerk him off, not letting him lose his high. His top lip turns into a slight snarl. Eyes beginning to flutter as you beautifully let his dick have it.

“Talk about my daddy again bitch, Imma show you who daddy around here.”

“Do your worst Jey.”

That set him all the way off.

Slapping you across your stained face, his deep voice made your loins shiver. “I need you to turn that ass to the back, and arch that back down… All the way down.”

“Whatever you say boy.”

As you went to give him a little show, he smacked your ass hard making you turn around. “Yo’ ass know I ain’t no fucking little boy, and don’t be doing that extra shit.” Taking a deep breath you finally got into the position, spreading your legs out far apart, so he could really get into that shit.

“You a little slut, just a little ho. Spreading your legs out during doggy mean you really want me to fuck you up.” Glad he got the message. You made sure your back was in a deep arch and shook your ass to entice him even more.

Sucking his teeth Jey bent down, spreading your ass apart, amazed by your beautiful goods. His thumbs held your pussy lips apart, breathing in your scent. He leaned forward, taking one big lick from your clit to your asshole. With your face smushed against the sheets and mouth slightly ajar, you shivered at the sensation of his warm tongue.

“Why that pussy so sweet mama?!”

You couldn’t even form a sentence at the sheer amount of pleasure you were receiving. Eating you out so deliciously and devilishly from the back. The tip of his tongue swirled across your beating clit causing your legs to shake. He then took his entire mouth around your clit and sucked the life out of it.

“Unhhh don’t stop.” His tongue prodded your clenching hole, making you writh at the immense stimulation. But, then your feelings were soon depleted. “Imma stop now.” Turning around in shock, you punch your fist into the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Smirking with those stupid, yet super sexy grills in his mouth.

“Shut yo’ ass up and face the foot of the bed. Ass still up just the way you had it.” Pouting at the lose of your sensations, but geeked over the fact that he was gonna fuck you now. Rolling your eyes at him, you got back in your arched position in the middle of the bed, with your head facing the foot of the bed. Your pussy just splayed out for Jey’s pleasure.

Getting on the bed behind you, Jey took your back and pushed it down making your stomach touch the soft sheets. “You betta hold on tight.” Grabbing onto your hip, he guided his king tanned dick into your awaiting paradise. Moaning at just the feeling of his tip protruding your entrance.

Feeling dizzy as he bottomed out into your pussy. “That’s that good shit right there ma.” Clawing at the sheets as he began to pump into you ever so slowly. His pace soon quickened beating you pussy up the old fashioned way. Now holding onto your hips with both hands, he roughly fucked you into the foot of the bed.

The sounds of your fat ass smacking against his taut abs probably made the entire hallway stand at attention, thinking someone was sending off shots. Moaning uncontrollably you begged him to stop, but you really didn’t want him to stop.

“What’s happening to you right now?!” With your mouth agape you couldn’t answer his question. Smacking both of your ass cheeks simultaneously to get you to speak up. He always found it funny that you talked all that shit everywhere else, but as soon as he got to fucking you it was a wrap.

Pulling your head back by your hair, he once again smacked your ass. “What’s. Happening. To. You. Right. Now?!” Fucking you to the beat of his words. “You’re f-ucking me.” Increasing his pace even more, he asked you again. “What’s happening to you right now huh?!” His hand now spread across your forehead, gripping your head back. “Unnhhh, you’re fucking me so good right now.”

Holding you down by the bottom of your back, he continued to feverishly punish your pussy. “That’s right baby, and who’s your Daddy?!”

“You’re my Daddy, you’re always gonna be my Daddy.” Grunting heavily at the feeling of your pussy clenching his dick so hard. He asked you yet another question. “Tell me you love me.” You sort of came back to reality as you realized what he had said.

“I love you so much Jey.”

Looking back at him, he smiled slightly with his dimples on full show. “I love you too baby.”

Wow… you guys loved each other. Throughout all the arguments and fights, you guys loved each other. Over a year of toxic sex, you guys were 100% into each other not only sexually and physically, but mentally and emotionally. The times he’d take care of you after sex, calling you to make sure you got home safely, checking up on you after every match, and hyping you up through thick and thin.

“I’m about to cum baby.”

“Go ahead cum all over my dick mama.”

You shook and shivered as you reached your high and he fucked you through it. He soon reached his climax and came inside of your pulsing cunt. The first time he ever had.

Lying down like a plank you went to regain your breath as Jey spread eagle to clean you up. “Want some Waffle House?!”

“Yeah, I gotta start feeding our baby.”

“Shut yo’ dumbass up.”

(Birth control isn’t 100% percent effective kids 🤫).

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THE END.

Not gonna lie… I LOVE THIS STORY 🤩🤩!!! I ate down 😏💅🏾. Hope you all love it as well 💞, and I may have another one coming out later 🤭.

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[belle--ofthebrawl]

I am so invested in your posts about Mountain and his pack of moms.

Does Mountain turn into a big kit whenever he visits them? Like a college kid who goes back home to his family during holidays.

- @ghouletteanon

(I did exactly two Google searches and these are the names for the previous drummers I found. I went with Terra over Gamma for obvious elemental reasons. I think there's three total? My inbox and DMs are open to any and all earth ghoul stans who know more than I do.)

Nothing terrible under the cut except the horror of knowing your parental figures have sex.

He knows Pebble's aware as soon as he sets foot into the deeper woods. The trees and mycelium networks are her eyes and ears, leaves rustling with wind-carried words to wherever she is. Not a single twig in this forest snaps without her knowing about it, which would give anyone else an incredible headache but Pebble seems to like it just fine.

And sure enough, he doesn't get but a yard or so before she appears. Sitting on an ancient log like she's been there the whole time waiting for him to pass by, even though he knew he'd been alone just moments ago.

She's all criss-crossed up from her arms to her legs, still as a statue as she watches him approach with his picnic basket. He doesn't say anything; he knows this routine well enough by now. Pebble can get odd, when left to her own devices for too long. The others are usually good at bringing her back to herself though.

Food helps too. Not the food she can scavenge from the forest like berries and mushrooms and prey animals eaten raw. Food that's been altered, baked, cooked. He lifts the cloth of the picnic basket and lets the warm smell of fresh bread waft out. Her nostrils flair and she stands up, quick as a wink. With one quick nod, she's off; darting through the undergrowth like a fox. It's on him to keep up, but he knows she'll come back for him if he lays behind too far. She'll get impatient but she'll always come back.

The path is different every time he visits. Some trick of Terra's to keep strangers out if they aren't guided in but he doesn't mind. He knows how much they value privacy and the time it takes to get to the destination is never too long. The undergrowth thins out, the trees grow further and further apart until they're in Ivy's garden with Ivy herself bending over to tug up a bundle of root vegetables. Pebble licks her fingertips as she walks over, delivering a loud and resounding smack to Ivy's rear end that Mountain glances away to avoid seeing barely in the nick of time.

"Pebble!" Ivy shouts, shooting up straight and cuffing the small menace in return. "Just once, a hello would be nice to hear instead of-"

"Hello." Mountain calls, walking between the rows to her with a wave. She turns around again and her happiness is so infectious that nearby plants immediately start flowering in response. Pebble takes the opportunity to dart into the little home that's been carved into the earth, set into the base of gentle slope covered in soft green grass.

"Mountain!" She cries, dropping her harvest into the dirt and leaping over the plants to catch him up in a bear hug. "Oh, I was just thinking about you! Terra was saying you were all back from tour, so of course we've been expecting you but honestly not so soon and-"

"Let that boy breathe." Comes a deeper voice from the doorway of the little home. Mountain straightens up automatically, brushing a few fly aways out of her face as Terra easily lopes over with her cane. She stops a few feet away, looks over him with a critical eye and he's acutely aware of every wrinkle and stain in his clothes, the way his right boot's come untied and how the flannel he has on now was definitely hers once upon a time.

"Suppose we'll have to take you as you are then." Terra says, a telling twinkle in her eye though her face remains firm. "What'd you bring us this time?"

"Harvest bread." He says, finally handing over the picnic basket. "Gooseberry and raspberry jam. Two kinds of cheese. Wine and whiskey and weed."

"Good stuff." Ivy says in approval.

"We'll see." Terra says. Then, "Pebble, don't you dare."

Pebble slinks out from behind Terra, hands raised in innocence even as her tail whips back. It's caught just in time by Terra's own tail, wrangled into submission as Mountain pretends to be thoroughly engrossed by his feet. He's not a prude, far from it but it just feels awkward to watch the ones who helped him with his first moments Topside be...like that.

"Welcome back." Terra says fondly after Pebble yanks her tail away and stomps off to set the table. Ivy picks up her vegetables again and goes to put her gardening tools away. "Tell us where you've been this whole time."

"All over." Mountain begins. And, like he always does, hits his head on the doorframe on the way in.

Some things never change.

[pyxis-tracking-and-merc]

The Fall of Purity and Pyxis

OOC: Told yall things would get made. With it comes a new profile as well! This will be a two part story. The other part will be posted on the new account @purity-the-one

TW: Blood, gore, a lot of cursing, even more violence, angst, mentions of death, guns, knives, inhumane treatment of an individual/non-consensual use of a muzzle, dismemberment

Pyxis can feel them nearby. Every hair on their body is standing up and they feel a sudden rage rush through their body, stronger than it had ever been before, their ears perking up and listening to the world around them breathe. They’d been out gathering wild berries and mushrooms, trying to keep their mind off of something they knew was destined to happen. They set down their basket, the wind rustling the fur on their coat, their eyes glazing over. They removed their glasses and set them down in the basket. There was a crack of some twigs to the side of them, and just as quick as they’d heard it, a loud gunshot went off. “That was rather rude of you, Thirteenth.” A monotone voice calls out, gold blood spilling from their chest as they step out of the bushes, circling Pyxis. “What the fuck are you doing here? I left you on Alanixis. It takes at least 20 years to float here from that planetary system.” Pyxis growled, raising their gun and firing again, the bullet landing between Purity’s eyes. When they go to fire again, the gun jams and they snarl, chucking it to the side.

Right before Pyxis lunges at the other god, however, they catch something in the eyes of Purity. They pause for a moment, staring at Purity in shock as they saw the fear and regret in their eyes. “You… you hypocrite!” Pyxis snarled as the fire in them grew, lunging forward and tackling Purity to the ground, pulling the knife from their side and raising it before stabbing it down into Purity’s chest, teeth bared as they continued to raise their arm before stabbing it back down again, over and over. It didn’t take long before gold blood covered the both of them. Purity just laid there and allowed it to happen before their eyes locked with Pyxis’ own. Purity’s eyes widened the moment they recognized that look in their eyes, quickly shoving Pyxis off of them and stumbling back, their wounds quickly healing. “You’re not yourself, Thirteenth. Get a hold of yourself.” Purity quickly stammered out. But their words fell on deaf ears as Pyxis snarled and began to lunge at them again before Purity stepped to the side and began to run, stumbling through the woods. They weren’t sure where they were going, but every urge in their body told them to just keep running, to just keep going. “What makes you think you have the damn right, Purity?! What makes you think that for thousands of years you can kill anyone who even so much as laughs, and you’re standing here in fear?! Running like a damn coward! I’ll give you something to fear!” Pyxis shouts through the trees, chasing Purity down.

At some point, their amulet snags on a bush right before they burst into a clearing. Their animalistic features fade, but the behavior stays as they tackle Purity again, biting down into their neck until blood fills their mouth. Purity screams out in pain as a chunk of their neck is ripped out and spat to the side. They raise their legs to kick Pyxis off of them, tackling Pyxis down this time before Pyxis has time to get back up. Their hands wrap around their face, a muzzle suddenly appearing where their hands were. Before they have the chance to fully restrain Pyxis, Pyxis had already gotten free and began rolling around through the dirt trying to pry off the muzzle locked around their face, snarling as their body only felt even hotter, a heat they’d never felt before. “Thirteenth, you are not behaving normally. This isn’t emotions, this is animalistic. You need to snap out of this!” Purity shouted again, their blood running even colder as frost formed around them, the palms of their hands glowing like a faint dying star. Pyxis’ attention snapped back over to Purity as they growled and tackled them again, the two of them rolling through the dirt and leaves as Purity yelped, trying desperately to get Pyxis off of them. Pyxis managed to wrap their legs around Purity’s neck and grabbed one of their arms, pulling the blade from their thigh and stabbing it into their shoulder, ripping it backwards until they could tear off Purity’s arm, tossing it to the side and going for the other arm. Before Pyxis could do so, there was the crackling of a portal and a green light eerily glowing across the ground.

“Oh sweet stars, Pyxis!” Scraps shouted and ran over, grabbing Pyxis and holding them back, prying them off of Purity, gold blood now staining him as well as Pyxis thrashed around, trying to break free. Purity barely managed to slip out, stumbling back and landing back on their ass before crawling backwards in fear. “Can you control them? They’ll kill someone if they break out.” Scraps huffed and grunted a bit as he felt a knife stabbed into his thigh, but he kept his grip on Pyxis, pulling the knife out and throwing it to the side. “Oh like you’re one to fucking talk. Just can it, stupid bitch.” Distracted, he nearly let go of Pyxis who immediately lurched forward again, their hands clawing at the soft, moist soil beneath them. “I don’t care who you are, Purity. You can change your look, your name, you can change but I will always be there too. I will break free and I will take immense pleasure in paying back a four thousand year debt. You will pay, mark my fucking words. I will kill you and I will dance on your grave.” Pyxis snarled again, trying to crawl back towards Purity, bloodied hands clawing at the ground. Scraps finally got a good hold on Pyxis and pulled them back, holding them back with his full body. “Pyxis hey, hey, hey. It’s Scraps. I’ve got you, Purity isn’t going anywhere. Everyone is safe, but you need to calm down or that changes, okay? Once you calm down, we can get that muzzle off. I’ve got you. I’m here, Victor is nearby, the followers are all safe. Purity can’t hurt anyone.” He pleaded, grunting as he fell back, still restraining Pyxis until they finally tired themselves out, the fight leaving their body as they cooled back down and promptly passed out.

Purity stared at Scraps before their eyes looked down at his thigh where silvery-gold blood poured out before healing up. They finally found their voice as they panted. “You’re their high priest. They’re… You have no reason to trust me, but please at least listen. What is happening is what I was trying to prevent. Almost four thousand years of work, and this is why.” Scraps huffed and glared as he kept a hold on Pyxis, holding them against their chest as they slept for the time being. “You are going to explain everything, and you’re going to tell the truth or so help me, I am letting them go at you until they pass out.”

[vulpeskorsak]

Day 4 of Whumptober 2024: Angel

No. 4: HALLUCINATIONS Hypnosis | Sensory Deprivation | “You’re still alive in my head.” (Billy Lockett, More)

AO3 got banned in my country and VPNs have not been working well on my PC lately, so I am not going to post these there for now. But hopefully I can do that at some point.

This is taking place in my own DnD/fantasy world.

Barnaby is a fungal mage who loves mixing drinks. A mycologist mixologist, if you will.

This is a moment from his teenagehood.

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Angel

At first when Barnaby opens his eye, he is not sure if he is awake or not. He cannot feel the right side of his body. He is pretty sure his right eye is open but he cannot see. Yesterday it hurt really bad but he could still see out of it. Yesterday? No, for the past week… maybe. He is not sure. Time has become hard to comprehend ever since the fungal infection has entered his blood stream. In the first days he struggled to tell the difference between hours and minutes. But not always. It was not that bad. He simply felt a little distracted, that was all. But now… he is struggling to tell how long he has been awake or how long he has been sick.

He tries to lift his right arm but he is unsure if he succeeded. His neck refuses to budge, though he can still feel parts of it, so he cannot turn his head to look down at his own body. He gives up and chooses to stay still.

The angel from the week before returns. She is wearing his mom's magical necklace and her crown and is made entirely of cold blue light, though her presence is warm. He does not remember the last time he saw his mom or dad. They must be worried sick. But why are they not coming to see him?

Barnaby tries to open his month to ask about them but he can only do so half way. Something foreign is in his mouth and around it. What is it? He tries to think. The answer suddenly appears in his mind as if it was always there. Mushrooms. Yes, of course. Many pretty and colourful mushrooms decided he was a good place to grow. He remembers now. He saw himself in the mirror at some point. And he was able to look down at some point. They were bursting out of his skin, out of his leg, out of his side, out of his face, out of his eye, painful at first but eventually they gifted him numbness. Maybe, they are not as bad as he thought at first. They feel quite friendly now that he has spent so much time in their embrace. Though he would prefer it if he could move. And eat. But at least it does not hurt anymore.

He misses climbing trees and scaling walls. His parents' castle walls are practically made for climbing. Yes. That is it. He remembers now. The Fungal Plague. He was not allowed to go outside the walls ever since it has begun spreading in their land, even if he promised to just stay in the woods and not go to the town to see his mates. He was bored. He was soooo boooored. Thus, he decided to sneak out. He scaled the wall and went for a walk in the forest just beyond them… Then there was movement in a nearby bush and something, more mushroom than man, lunged at him, biting him on the side. Yes. That was it. And then he kicked it off himself and ran home and his dad yelled at him and then began crying and his mom stared at him with her cold death glare usually reserved for the worst of the worst situations.

Barnaby tries to open his mouth again. It works but that brings him an odd tearing pain as something liquid fills his mouth. It tastes absolutely foul but he has no clue what it is. But he needs to use this opportunity.

"Where… is… mom?" He manages to gurgle out to the angel, lifting his left arm towards her before the liquid rushing into his throat making him choke and cough violently.

The angel takes his hand and says something. She is warm though her touch has an odd velvety texture to it. She sounds sad, sadder than she has ever sounded, but he cannot tell what she is saying.

Some more angels flock towards her, creatures of pure white light. One of them gently takes her hand and guides it away from him, making her let go. He is sad now. He likes this angel the most. He is scared they will make her leave again. Tears run down both sides of his face. They feel wet. It is nice to feel something for a chance.

He is so tired of this unmoving horizontal existence. And so bored. And now he is sad. Maybe, if the mushrooms are really his friends, he can convince them to let him go. He really wants to see his mom and dad again. All he can do is hope and pray that something will save him.

His natural magic sparks to life deep inside him, slowly but surely beginning to pulse through the mycelium that has taken root deep within his body, fighting to take control of the plague, make it submit to Barnaby's will, though he himself is too tired to notice the beginning of this battle.

[blue-mint-winter]

Reading Fire and Blood: The Short, Sad Reign of Aegon II

So Aegon II is beefing with 14-years-old Baela and 15-years-old Alyn... and he's losing. Only the Greens cutting a deal with Corlys stops Alyn from invading Dragonstone. After the fight with Baela and Moondancer, Sunfyre died in agony and Aegon lost his ability to walk because his leg didn't heal right. Baela has to be chained so she wouldn't attack Aegon II when they go back to King's Landing.

Larys was a Black supporter, Daemon's inside man on the green council from the start. I think Mysaria didn't pass his warnings to Rhaenyra, so he played the other side when the city was captured and he helped Aegon II escape... however hiding him on Dragonstone meant that Larys could give him up to Rhaenyra at the most opportune moment and gain her favour. In this chapter Larys betrayed Greens very easily and worked with Corlys who actually trusted him right away (this confirms my suspicions about Daemon, Corlys and Larys having a deal, dating back to Harwin and Lyonel's death).

I love how Corlys' demands increase every time as the situation turns more and more in the Blacks' favour.

Borros is truly Rogar's grandson - he's showing up only after Rhaenyra's death is announced, tries to get rid of his daughters by betrothing them to anyone highborn enough, even to grandpa Corlys, throws his weight around, thinks he can win against Riverlands and North, then shows his idiocy during the muddy battle on the Kingsroad and dies. I love that his wife immediately went against his wishes and named their son Olyver and not Aegon.

I'm pretty sure Aegon's manhood was working if he agreed to betrothal to Cassandra and planned to have children with her. Nothing of his actions indicates that he thought himself incapable to have more children. He didn't even think of legitimizing any of his bastards, if Mushroom was telling the truth about them, he had at least two. He didn't acknowledge Gaemon and killed his mother, who confessed under torture that Aegon wasn't her son's father. Of course that makes his paternity more likely as they tortured Essie so she'd say what they wanted her to say. Aegon just doesn't want to admit having a bastard after fighting a war under the pretext that Rhaenyra's heir was a bastard.

Aegon sitting on the eggs himself, hoping to hatch them, is a hilarious image. I think whoever was the maester that picked "the most promising" eggs on Dragonstone definitely picked the least promising. It had to be someone who worked close with maester Gerardys from the time before the war even started. The Hightowers didn't have the time to send someone new and loyal to them to Dragonstone. Keep in mind that Dragonstone maester was responsible for Aegon's medical care after he broke his legs when jumping off Sunfyre and Aegon ended up with one leg being healed well and the other withered.

I wonder how Rhaena hatched the egg in the Vale, did she burn someone? Did she get pregnant and sacrifice her baby?

I'm sad about Trystane, he just wanted to be a knight and ser Perkin used him as a figurehead, then as a scapegoat.

So Shepherd was actually right when he cursed Borros and Aegon, they both died pretty quickly after him. Shepherd might be the most magically powerful individual in this whole war. If he was Silver Denys, then he was raised from the dead, then used some sort of mind control so that the mob stormed the Dragonpit and fearlessly, mindlessly fought to kill all dragons, then he supposedly slayed Syrax with a shadow blade and in the end cursed Borros and Aegon. A long list of accomplishments.

Alicent and Aegon are very vengeful and that turned lords against them. They could have gathered more support, if they issued pardons like Corlys advised. Instead the people they forced into their army turned on them at first opportunity.

The idea with cutting off Aegon the Younger and Baela's body parts to terrorize the Blacks was terrifying. When I think about it, so many misdeeds of Blacks are only rumoured, but when Greens commit atrocities, it's all factual - Aemond's kinslaying, Cole sending Arryk to assassinate Jace, the sack of Bitterbridge by Daeron, Tumbleton happened, even Alicent leaving Viserys' body to rot.

I think Aegon was poisoned during the council meeting, as he was "grey and ashen, sagging" when he left it according to his kingsguard. Gyldayn tries to convince the reader that the wine he drank in the litter was poisoned, but the effects of poison appeared earlier. As for the poisoner, I guess it was someone present at the council. I think most likely it was grandmaester Orwyle, whose testimony this telling is based on. Suggesting the poisoning occurred later and that it was a result of Larys and Corlys scheme seems like a way to draw attention away from Orwyle who was undoubtedly at the council, yet curiously he had nothing to say. It appears as if he wasn't even there, even though he's the source. As for the motivation - leaving Aegon alive to be captured, put on trial and sentenced as a traitor and usurper would be bad politically for the Greens. Killing him and blaming the Blacks for it lets the Green political agenda survive. I think killing him at this moment just wasn't the best move or even necessary for the Blacks.

The jump from Aegon II's death to the marriage of his daughter to Aegon III suggests that this was the direct result of poisoning - Aegon II being remembered as lawful king instead of sharing the fate of Trystane Truefyre, Shepherd and Gaemon Palehair. And the Greens gained a huge concession with the daughter of their usurper marrying the rightful king.

[perlapulido]

A Koopa's Queen

Summary: Gabi Mario thought her life has been going good in her home in Brooklyn until it went down the drain by a day. Not only her but her older brothers too. The trio soon discovered a strange pipe during a mission to turn their life around and got way more than they expected. (A/N: This will be the Movie Version and the artwork is mine.)

Ch17

"I dont know if its safe for Evelyn." Said Charlie looking at the giant green pipe. "I wont let anything happen to you or Eve. We can use our bodies to hold her securely and wont end up somewhere in the warp." Said Gabi. She made sure the diaper bag was tightly secured to her body and saw Charlie doing the same for Evelyn who was asleep. They held hands walking inside feeling the force pulling them down further and held on to each other around the baby carrier. Gabi, Charlie, and Evelyn were sucked on flying through the rainbow warp seeing the dark clouds forming Bowser's head and the other a mushroom which they were headed. The girls soon enough got to the mushroom area with a rough landing with Charlie rolling onto her back and Gabi fall hard on the grass hurting her ankle in the process. Gabi looked around for Evelyn who wasnt far from them with Toad next to her. "What are these outsiders doing here?" Said Toad. "Im just giving a to-Ow!" Said Gabi leaning on her bad ankle. "We want to look around. Im Charlie and thats my daughter Evelyn." Said Charlie going Gabi's side. "Oh. She told us you be here. Im just keeping an eye out on Wario and Waluigi. Follow me and I'll take you to the Princess." Said Toad walking away. "Uh you mind carrying Evelyn i do have a sprained ankle." Said Gabi. Toad groaned turning back to pick up the carrier over his head like it weighed nothing. He lead the girls to a short cut saw Mario and Luigi getting food. "Good. Shes yours." Said Toad handing Evelyn to Luigi. "Charlie? What brings you and Pepe here?" Said Mario once Toad left. "I wanted to check new world out and i have to get ready for work tomorrow." Said Charlie. "But what about your boyfriend?" Said Mario. "Out for business. Its only going to be a few days." Said Charlie. "What happened to you?" Said Luigi seeing Gabi's right leg was up. "Rough landing." Said Gabi having Luigi take the diaper bag from her. "I'll take you to the hospital while Luigi gets Charlie and Evelyn to the castle." Said Mario taking Charlie's place with Gabi. They walked to the hospital seeing two mushroom nurse come a wheelchair for Gabi when they saw them. Gabi was taken to a room with Mario waiting in the other room. She was seated on a small bed looking around until the doctor came in. "What brings the Mario sister here?" Said the male mushroom. "I have a sprained ankle from a rough landing through the portal." Gabi explained while she getting her ankle looked. She saw it was red and starting to swell when the doctor took off her shoe for a better look and wrote something down on his clipboard. "Okay. I'll have this wrapped and you had a sprain ankle before?" Said the doctor. "Yeah when i was twelve from a bike accident." Said Gabi. "Good. So i dont have explain what you need to do. Just come back when you get better." Said the doctor leaving the room and the nurse came to treat her ankle. 

After a bit Mario looked over seeing Gabi in a wheelchair with her right leg sticking straight out with her foot wrapped. "All set." Said Mario. "Yeah. Its just what happened last time at the bike accident." Said Gabi moving the wheels with her hands. "That idiot shouldnt have drank while behind thr wheels." Said Mario remembering that day. "Anything Wario and Waluigi?" Said Gabi once they were outside. "Still looking and for the Koopas." Said Mario then saw a mystery box. He jumped up to punch it earning a red mushroom and ate it to turn into a big cricket. Alright thats new." Siad Gabi as Mario picked Gabi with her wheelchair. "Just be lucky i wasnt tiny." Said Mario jumping up high to get to the castle. He put Gabi down seeing Peach holding Evelyn smiling at her then saw the two. "Are you okay?" Said Peach looking at Gabi. "Sprained ankle. Glad you met Charlie and Evie." Said Gabi wheeling over to them. "Shes adorable." Said Peach. "Well im gonna help Gabi go to her room and rest before the mushroom wears off." Said Mario. "I got the stairs. You carry my wheelchair. Im not helpless." Said Gabi wheeling to the staircase. She got up limping up the steps holding on the rail with Mario behind her with Peach watching. They got to her room going to the bed having Gabi set a pillow up for her ankle. "I'll be back." Said Mario walking away for him return back to normal. He walked downstairs seeing Peach hold Evelyn away from her. "She filled her diaper." Said Mario. "Yeah. I thought it was gas." Said Peach having Mario take her. "Thats normal for babies. Be lucky she didnt spit up her meal." Said Mario looking around for the diaper bag. He then remembered Luigi has with him and heard Evelyn sneeze. "Wheres Luigi and Charlie?" He asked looking at Peach. "I think at the maze garden? Lets go find them." Said Peach walking with him. Back in Gabi's room she laid in her bed reading her book to pass the time until a noise from her closet caught her attention. "Hello?" Said Gabi looking over. "Hi mommy.  I just came t- who did that to you?!" Said Wendy stepping holding a dress seeing her ankle wrapped and put in a cast. "I fell when i came with Charlie and her baby. Its just a sprain. Now why are you holding that dress?" Said Gabi. She saw that dress before which was supposed to be protected for Dante for his cousin's sweet sixteen. "I found it in a bag and looked at it. I thought id bring it to Daddy for your special date." Said Wendy. "Thats not my dress. Its for my friend Dantes cousin. Im saving it for him and if anything happens to that dress." Said Gabi. "Nothing wint happen to it. Can you at least try it on. Its your size." Said Wendy. "Wendy Kootie Koopa. Put it back like how you found it or no mother daughter week." Said Gabi. Wendy growled loudly going back inside the closet to put the dress back and went to the balcony. "Im telling Daddy." Said Wendy pulling her wand out to teleport back to the Koppa Castle. 

Gabi went back to reading knowing Bowser is have a long talk with Wendy about taking her things. She later heard a knock before the door opened by Charlie holding Evelyn walking in. "How are you feeling?" Said Charlie going to her. "Fine just talked to my daughter Wendy two hours ago over taking my clothes when im not here." Said Gabi putting her book down. "Please tell me that she didnt take Dantes dress." Said Charlie placing Evelyn on Gabis lap. "Noe that i think about it. She does lie along with her brothers. Go check." Said Gabi pointing to where her closet is. Charlie went in seeing it was a mess and found the bag where the dress should be empty. "Is it there?" Said Gabi. "No." Said Charlie. She walked out to see Bowser appear at the foot of Gabis bed looking worried for a second then saw Evelyn. "Before you say anything. Wendy stole a dress that isnt meant for me to wear." Said Gabi. "She told me that it was yours." Said Bowser. "Its for Dantes cousin. Her sweet sixteen is next week and if that dress is destroyed then im going to make you suffer with me." Said Gabi. "I'll deal with her later. Now she told me that you got hurt." Said Bowser. "Sprained ankle. Im Charlie and thats my daughter Evelyn. Gabi told me about you." Said Charlie sitting on the bed. She watched Bowser walk over reaching his claw over to Evelyn gently touching her tiny hand. "Gabi. I got you some aspirin for your p-" Mario walked in hold a bottle of pills seeing Bowser switching to protective brother mode. "Get away from the girls. You overgrown tortoise." Said Mario glaring at Bowser. "Can you two fight outside?" Said Gabi then felt Bowser kiss her lips before Mario grabbed his tail throwing him out the balcony. She sigh watching Mario flying away form Bowsers fire balls and looked down at Evelyn waving her arms and legs around cooing. "Your Uncle Mario and Bowser are crazy huh? Just wait until you meet the Koopa kids." Said Gabi grabbing her hands gently while Charlie watch the fight. She tickled her tummy then flinched when Mario flew into the wall creating a outline of his body. "Mario!" Said Luigi from outside. "This is gonna be a long feud." Said Charlie as Luigi joined in fighting against Bowser. 

[c0zmo-writes]

Notes for chapter 3 of Flock Together.

Warning!! There are several descriptions of injuries in this chapter!!

Chapter 3- And brother for a moment there / the world came back to life

@possum-quesadilla @crawlingcarcass @raineisinkless @katslitterbox

Chapter title is from “Livin’ it Up on Top” from Hadestown.

“I’m obsessed with this camera because was the last birthday gift Dead Mom ever gave me,” Lydia said.”

Emily is also the one who got Lydia into photography! She has a lot of attachment to that camera.

“She shivered and hugged her red and black spider web poncho close to her body.”

A reference to what she wears in the cartoon.

“At one point, she found the skeleton of a squirrel lying on a rock, which she took a selfie with.”

Perhaps this will come up again…

“It was a line of mushrooms, all black with bright blue spots, like an inverted fly agaric.”

Fly agarics are those mushrooms with red caps and white spots. Probably what you imagine when you think of a mushroom. They are also poisonous! They’re called fly agarics because they have ibotenic acid, which draws in and kills flies. Perhaps this is foreshadowing!

“A woman appeared in her view. She had split dyed black and green hair. She wore a light pink tshirt with a white long sleeve top underneath. She wore jeans and black combat boots. She was talking to someone Lydia couldn’t quite see.”

Shilo!!

“Nah, that fucker’s still lurkin’. I can smell its fear.”

Beetlejuice can, in fact, smell the fear on the squirrel.

“It was covered in pink feathers that trailed down its arms, legs, and chest. Like a flamingo.”

Little reference to chapter 14 of Birds of a Feather. He still does not enjoy being called a flamingo.

“She hoped that whatever it was wouldn’t hear the camera. A click. A turn of its head. Its inhuman eyes staring into hers through the tree branches.”

He heard the sound especially well due to his sensitive hearing.

“What tea is that?”

He was drinking green tea if anyone was curious.

“Lydia did notice Delia eyeing her scrapes and bandaged wounds. Lydia also caught Delia cleaning her blood-stained poncho that she left in the laundry room.”

Delia is worried about her. Even though they’re at each other’s throats all the time, Delia does still care about Lydia.

“When she came around to the staircase, she pushed her arms against the walls and swung her legs up.”

I tried so hard to find an image to describe this but I couldn’t. I’ll draw it eventually. I don’t even know how to properly describe it. I don’t know if the way she did it is possible. But I’ve got a vision.

“She would never get out. She was stuck like this, stuck in this basement until the end of time.”

Maybe a bit dramatic, but she’s a terrified kid. She’s probably not going to be thinking rationally.

“Come on, Adam. Let’s give her some space, she looks like she’s seen a ghost.”

Do you get it. Do you get the joke. Because they’re ghosts. It’s a ghost joke. Do you get it. Do you get the ghost jo

“really the only off putting thing about her appearance was the giant gash in her right arm that went from shoulder to wrist. It was deep, going all the way down to bone. There was another deep wound that circled around her other wrist.”

Barbara’s death wounds.

“Yes! We’re scaAaAry ghoOosts!” Adam waved his arms around, oohing and ahhing.”

Dorky Adam Maitland my beloved.

“We tried to scare away people with possession and simple tricks, but when that didn’t work, we had to up our game.”

Unlike the other iterations of the Maitlands, these guys actually became scary.

“so she decided to rent it to others at a very low price.”

It’s like $50 a night to stay there.

“Would you and your family mind leaving and never coming back?” Adam said.”

Musical reference.

[faydingrain]

Pippa Yarrow and Nalo Mitchell

In perfect unison, the twins ceased their flickering flames with a swift puff of air.

The room was stunned, until Honey hesitantly asked, “I know you two are assassins, but…did that actually happen?”

Smiling, Vega pulled her sleeve and bore the scar from her battle. “Senior year.”

“Yes, and Veda thought it best to bring an unconscious Vega through my window for some reason,” Maggie commented.

“You were close by!” Veda defended.

Bast furrowed a brow. “Did you…post that on your blog?”

“Briefly,” Maggie replied. “I didn’t post any pictures, nor did I mention anything in-depth given the situation.”

“I see.”

Gavin scratched his cheek. “Wait…aren’t you supposed to tell separate stories?”

“Yeah, you guys just took turns telling one story,” Clarissa added.

The sisters waved a hand. “Well, we’re twins so—”

“—we’re practically one person anyways, right?”

Cedric sighed. “It is…acceptable.”

“Yayyy!”

Someone in the group muttered “Freaky…” as he continued. “Pippa, if you’d like to continue.”

“Okay! I don’t know if mine will be quite as exciting, but it’s scary!”

***

Deep within the forest, a little girl ran. Closely behind her did skeletal creatures give chase, causing tears to pour from her eyes. The clacking of bone tapped rhythmically with the patters of her shoes on the dirt.

Through an ocean of haze beyond green, relief flooded her mind as she came upon a clearing. A cloaked woman was there, resting beside a glimmering black circle with shapes and runes all around it.

The woman stopped, moving her gaze from the ground to the girl with surprise, then smiled. “You would make a fine specimen,” she said. “Would you offer your corpse to your local Necromagus for study?”

Still panting, the little girl backed away as void-black illuminations surrounded her. The animated bones of creatures thrust from the dirt, writhing and twisting as they pulled themselves to the surface. Some even had decayed flesh clinging to their bodies, mold and maggots spilling from the rotted insides.

With the previous stalkers closing in, she quickly searched for an opening and rushed that way. Clacks and clatters and rattles lumbered behind her, echoing around the tree trunks.

Her only option was to flee towards the darker parts of the forest, where the greens were even more prevalent alongside tangled roots and thorns. Plants she had never seen before dotted the land, along with a plethora of mushrooms she had initially set out to find.

Slowly, the drum of bone behind her ceased.

But, she continued running. With her legs burning, she sprinted through sharp weeds until she was abruptly knocked back—bleary vision sabotaging her escape.

She rubbed her eyes, then gazed up, and up, and up, at a 9 foot tall man with the legs and horns of a deer, and eyes black with fury.

***

Pippa’s air silenced her flame. “And that’s where the scary part ends. Turns out, the deer-man was actually kind. He brought her back out to us safe and sound.”

“That was…about your sister Aubree, right?” Alina asked, recalling the events from Maggie’s old blog.

She nodded. “It’s the scariest story I know.”

Nalo whipped her head around. “That’s the scariest one you know?”

“Yeah??”

“Not the one where you were chasing after skeletons and nearly died?”

Pippa didn’t reply.

“Then let me tell you my scariest story.”

***

Despite the incoming danger, my best friend ran straight into it. With skeletons abound and a psycho mage-bitch intent on literally killing us all, she still stubbornly went in by herself. Bravely, dauntlessly, stupidly.

We (Maggie and I) were cut off from her before we could give chase, blocked by a wall of unfriendly bags of bones. While Pippa was off who-knows-where in the forest, I finally mustered the courage to rush one, and I grabbed a spare thigh to fend us off from the skeletons as we ran.

Eventually, whilst narrowly dodging death ourselves, we found Pippa collapsed on her knees in front of Necro-bitch. A rotted child’s corpse had been placed at her feet, wearing Aubree’s sweater and had a bit of her hair around it.

I don’t know what was going through her head at the moment. Whether she knew it was a trick, or she was so caught up in the moment that she couldn’t see through it, but she didn’t move as a bunch of forest zombies closed in on her. They dragged her forward kicking and screaming, and our attackers caught up to us and started getting handsy.

Pippa did fight, so I assume she came to her senses by that point, but she was slammed onto a rock and pinned down while Necro-bitch pulled a crooked knife on her.

And I had to watch on in horror, powerless as the mage raised the knife above her head and thrust it down on my best friend.

Scaretober 2023

Brisk Wind on a Dark Trail

Midnight Moon

Gargoyle's Watch

Cold Stones in the Fog

Spirits Rising

Haunted House

Witching Hour

Bubbling Cauldron

Candy

Eyes

Spider Silk

Feathers

Tail

Scales

Fangs or Talons

An Offering of Blood

Dark Ritual

Spook Scary Skeletons

Carnivàle Morte

Still-Beating Heart

Sharpened Blade

Mask

Looming Shadows

The Devil's Hand

Monster

Reflection in the Mirror

Rusted Chains

Stitches

Precious Jewels

Incantation

Halloween

Epilogue

[lyrenminth]

Lazy afternoons

Request:  Joe with his lazy wife

If someone told you that you, the laziest person in the world, would be dating an athlete you would have laughed your ass off. But people say opposites attract and that's how Joe came into your life. In the beginning, you tried to be fit, and go for walks or jogging but the truth was...you weren't made for that. Since elementary school, you prefer to lose any game that keep you moving, you hate sports class, and although you dance around when listening to music, it wasn't as physical as practicing a sport. When you asked him why he married your lazy ass, he just shrugged. "I mean, I knew what was getting into" he explained "but you have the most interesting mind" You raised your eyebrows. "Like I am crazy or something?" He laughed. "No, you have weird ideas. And I like our weird conversations" "It's because you are kinda weird too, baby" you said, smiling. "Yeah, I know" You were grateful to have a rich, handsome, and strong husband who love you for who you were. The things you considered flaws, he found them endearing. He never told you to work out more or be something you weren't. He never suggested changing your clothes or style to fit more with the WAG lifestyle. He liked you. You were resting on the couch watching Netflix and eating chips when he arrived from work. "Baby" he turned the lights on and came closer to you to kiss your forehead. "What are you watching?" "It's a documentary about mushrooms," you said. "Oh, interesting" he went to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water. "Mushrooms are really cool" you yelled from the living room, "Can you bring me a bottle of water too, please?" He appeared minutes later handing you a bottle of water. You sat on the couch and tried to open the lid, but your weak hands couldn't get the job done. After trying a couple of times, Joe said, exasperatedly: "Give me that" he opened the lid for you. "Mmmm, so sexy Joey" you murmur almost purring "My hero" "That's why you married me, right?" "Well, besides your amazing face, your confidence, your hot body, and your bank account...yeah" He left out a chuckle. You offered him your bag of chips which he rejected politely. He watched the rest of the documentary with you. In the end, he said "Yeah, fungi is cool" You laughed, and he slapped your tighs gently. "Let's go sleep" "Would you carry me?" "Nope" "Why not?" "Because you have legs" "I also have a husband" "That's isn't fair" he pointed at you "you need to move more" "I was born with glass bones and paper skin. Every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. At night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.” you recited the SpongeBob SquarePants line, trying to sound hurt and sad. Your voice started shaking. Joe squinted, trying to look mad and serious, then started laughing. "You are the worst!" but he carried you easily, princess style while both laughed at your interpretation "did you really memorize the whole line, didn't you?" "I am a very good actor, Mr. Burrow" "I never doubted you for a second"