#call her moonchild

[bambi-eyes444]

mine <3

[lovelessbachelor]

IT COULDN'T POSSIBLY...

...SHE'S ALIVE...?!

Haha look OC lore. hahahha. there they are. OCs.

these two are my Villain and my Hero in my whole...narrative...story....thing...

Calice & Luna respectively, you can't rlly see Cal cus she's just got that shot in the bottom corner, but y'know.

Luna was supposed to be killed in that fire. hah. funny how fate works.

They actually used to know eachother when they were younger, much younger. Luna's about 17 here and Calice is 36 and they crossed paths a few times due to living in the same village (until, y'know...the incident.) and Luna's need for finding companionship in someone she thought was like her, didn't help that they often took the same route to school/work. Calice thought she was a pest.

the right section is a bit of Calice's recollection of Luna from when she was younger, fire and missing posters....not like many people cared much for the wolf hybrid freak that shared a classroom with their children, if anything she was a danger, I mean, it's still an animal...what if it snapped and hurt someone? You never know with these....things.

Poor Luna, this part of the story is VERY dramatic, i love to think of their characters of being so similar, they just took a different approach to how they were treated.

One emboldened, one buckled.

Man, i love dualities.

[lilysnotes]

Contemplating life because I thought Pippin was a made up name but I just meta new student called like that. here. In the southest south of South America.

[sheepwavehdg]

some HDG story recs out that aren't the most super popular stories you'll easily find by asking anyone or easily find via metric ranking. all are on the shorter end, and readable in a day if not a single sitting! a great list for some hidden gems.

Reading the Leaves by Kanagen: a tea shop romance story about a mostly mute protaganist trying to make the perfect cup for an affini she is down bad for.

Behind the Veil by shitpostleft: IMO, the hottest oneshot in the entire setting. It follows rebecca trying to talk to her affini boyfriend about why he put a notice of intent to domesticate on her.

A Beast At Bay by Raeisteria: Affini beat each other up! this one starts as a shonen battle arc and then changes. you should read it, and do so blinndly, you will not regret it (but you will probably cry)

Strawberry and Willow by immaterial_vivi: the typical HDG rebel capture scenario is turned on its head, in the sense that the story is mostly from the affini's perspective.

Core Carving by Stimulacrum: a second person affini POV story about coming home and letting your floret be the one to take care of you for a bit.

A Part of Who I am my MoonFloret: its hdg romance, but transmasc yaoi instead of transfem yuri! it rules!

Last Man Standing by Tsunmene: the single funniest HDG story I have ever read, about a seed desperate to get forcefemmed who keeps barely missing getting captured by the affini no matter how hard they try.

Force Majeure by ashinbloom: the most devastating gut punch of a story ever put to the page in HDG, about a very autistic girl and the woman who wishes she could take care of her like she wishes. this one hurts real good.

Florets of a Feather by Promilie: a biology student who was forcibly drafted into the navy gets domesticated and must learn to live with her connivent, a feathered catlike xeno called a khetari. has illustrations in many chapters! (Promilie is one of the settings absolute best visual artists.)

A Date with Miss Laburnia by PyxxieStyxx: a bratty terran goes on a date with an affini in chastity and things escalate.

Mistress's Imperative by mirrorgare: submissive affini/dommy floret vignette series

Growing Periwinkle by belenen: a depressed terran volunteers for domestication and becomes part of a very kinky social circle.

Pencil by sheepwave(me): a comedy-hypnoerotica adaptation of the "mistress can you turn me into a pencil" meme into a full oneshot its my list i can include one of mine

Thought I'd See You Again by fluxom: an escaped floret has been on the run for a year, but now an affini just won't leave her alone...

Puppy Paws by Moonchild: actual petplay! in hdg! i know, its crazy. also this story is insanely hot.

The Place Where We Can Stop Running by Dame Harmony: ok I lied about them all being short. this one is long, but its so good. you need to read it, you need to read it blind, knowing nothing, and you will not regret it. it's one of the best stories in the entire setting.

[sassytommykinard]

Brace for Impact

Hi! This is my little spec fic based off of @mannafromtevan's excellent theory about the second disaster for the first three episodes of season 8. Hope you guys like it!

“Tommy,” Athena Grant says as he slides into the pilot’s seat next to her, where she’s strapped into the copilot’s chair. “Sergeant Grant,” Tommy says smoothly. “It’s so nice to see you.” She motions to the chaos of the cockpit around her. The whole plane is shaking, lights are flashing and alarms are blaring. She’s done a good job keeping the plane level under his instructions before he got on the plane and she looks like controlled chaos herself. “What’s a man like you doing in a place like this?” Tommy snorts, thumbs at the intercom button, and says, “Hello everybody, my name is Tommy Kinard and I’m a pilot with the LAFD. I’m here to get this plane down as safely as possible, but I need you all to do something for me. The second I give the word, I want everyone to tuck their heads between their knees and brace their arms on the chair in front of them. If you are in an exit aisle, wrap your arms around your thighs.” He thumbs the intercom off and speaks into his headset. “Kinard to Incident Commander, I’m in place.” “Copy that, Kinard. We’re ready and waiting,” Captain Mehta answers and he takes a second to be grateful it’s not Gerrard. He doesn’t need his voice in his ear right now. He looks at Athena. “Ready, Sergeant Grant?” “Tommy,” she says, checking the straps holding her to her seat. “You just rappelled out of a helicopter and into this plane and are about to attempt to land it in a field in the middle of nowhere. I think you can call me Athena.”

Or: Tommy and Athena try to land a plane safely.

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@desert--moonchild, @sazzynatural, @multishippinghussy, @mmso-notlikethat, @tommy-kinard-buckley,

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[forthelostones]

𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➺ 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐲 #5

anderson construction and landscaping had been parked outside your door since you returned home from university. as if the summer couldn't get any hotter, the business owner works overtime in your area. anderson is collecting new, loyal clients of your neighbors, cementing her permanence in your life for the next few months. what's to come of your girlish crush when she keeps showing up?

𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜. 18+ (mdni); age-gap, young!reader, older!abby, butch!abby, slow-burn, suggestive language, thoughts of infidelity, ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parents, nickname: sweetheart, and modern au.

𝚊𝚗. yall! life has been crazy. your girl is finally back. I'm so sorry I love you all for loving me. lets geeettt etttt. x (this chapter is loosely proofread)

♫ 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝. change your mind by moonchild ♫

I kick the duvet off my bed onto the floor, leaving my skin frozen as the blue sky begins to make an appearance like an oil painting on my bedroom walls. My throat is dry and my muscles are tight. I cried before I went to bed but this time it wasn’t over the business, it was about me. When was the last time I cried about me? A deep yawn allowed a stretch to be released from my stiff body. I don’t remember falling asleep here but my back thanked me for it. What happened yesterday? In-house client consultations weren't unpopular just not as common as they used to be. Most days, folks want a Pinterest-made bathroom cutting out the middle price of my creativity. Like I say, who am I to complain?

My phone was crowded with email notifications of applicants. I was one step closer to taking a huge load off my shoulders and that felt good. So good, that I brewed a pot of coffee because I had the time. I reached under the kitchen sink and among the disorganized cleaning products a Mr. Coffee Pot was birthed. I had switched to a fancy automatic dispenser but there’s nothing like a cheap hot drip. I perch my lips on the edge of my mug before opening my mouth. Across the yard, through the window is my neighbor Nora, the lemon lady, as I call her. Just about this time of the year, she would leave a small brown crate of lemons on my front porch. Our conversations were short and awkward but she was a pretty lady to look at. She was heading to work in a blue dress that suctioned her body and extenuated the light brown fro flourishing on her scalp. I wonder how she's doing, my wonder would never be strong enough to open the door and ask that.

Hair and teeth were brushed promptly before opening my laptop and scheduling interviews. The most recent application was from the woman who stood in my house just last night. My first instinct was to pick up my phone and send a photograph with a witty sentence accompanying it. However, I refrained and stared at the email. I could hear her voice describe the elements of her resume. It was a sweet delusion and ghostly experience to recall her rasp but it eased some tension to know I could possibly have her around more.

I didn’t know what to do with the time I had magically acquired this morning. The possibilities seemed vast and the anxiety I felt from the thought of breaking my routine made me just sit in silence. A silence that was paired with fantastical grandeur from a childish part of my brain. Daydreaming about her was a great way to begin my morning.

Over to the loudest street on the west side with two clients already secured, I felt accomplished with the direction both projects were going. A turn down the road revealed a paramedic hauling away a gurney. Without worrying about the parking situation I pull the keys out of the ignition and jog over to the scene. All my men were crowding around the truck and I pushed through them to see pale bone breaking through the flesh of my roofer. I winced at the sight and looked up quickly to meet the eyes of the victim. 

“Boss,” He chuckled in a stupefied state. “ I fell down.” 

We all shared a moment of happiness that the injury didn’t result in any other damage. I took pride in knowing workers comp was going to take care of him for the healing. If it ever did. My back pocket floods with vibrations and I finally interrupt them. 

6:55 am: paramedics? what’s happening abby? 

7:04 am: hello? are you okay?

7:05 am: I don’t see you. where are you? 

As I begin to type and move out of the road to allow the paramedics to leave then I see her, standing on the sidewalk with her house shoes on and draped in a short robe. I could see a bit of relief on her face as I approached her. The closer I got the more nervous I felt but she didn’t have to know that. 

“Gosh, I’m sorry.” She brings her hand to her forehead. 

“So, you were worried?” I poke. 

She chuckles lightly, “My mom made me come outside and check.” 

“Oh right.” I laughed to hide my embarrassment. 

“Well, I’m going back to bed.” She mentioned but her feet didn’t move. 

“Long night?” 

“Longest. It should be illegal to get into arguments after 10 p.m.” 

Her girlfriend was stressing her out again and now that I looked closer, her under eyes were puffy and darkened. She kept her up all night, hopefully not arguing about something concerning me. 

“I agree, that’s a good rule.” 

“I’ll see you later, okay?” 

I nod and turn back towards my truck, wishing we were going in the same direction instead of the opposite one. 

Well into the afternoon I saw her glint in her front yard tending to the blossoming flowers. The old, form-fitting grey sweatpants were dirtied on the knees with brown and green alike. I was leaning against the truck and secretly watched her clean her forehead with her matching shirt, darkened by sweat. I couldn’t stop thinking about how to approach her about the application. Once she had enough digging done she sat in the grass on her behind, leaning on her hands, with her head tossed back. 

I mustered the courage to step away from the car and got a clear view of the most toned parts of her body. My mouth became dry and I had to find the moisture again by lolling my tongue over my lips. She lifted her hand to wave slightly and then to hide her eyes from the sun, even though I am sure she knew it was me. My shadow covered her with a temporary coolness under the fiery sun to which she audibly sighed. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” I smile. 

She opens her big eyes and follows my belt buckle up to my face. She looks glorious in that position, dominant yet completely able to be persuaded. The curves on her body were muscle as much as they were fat. A glorious mixture that made me crave her more — especially when I’m not supposed to. 

“Ms. Anderson,” She giggled playfully. 

“I saw your application, post-graduate life got you desperate?” 

I wasn’t much of a tease toward women I liked, but in the moment it felt good to watch her face contort in a false sense of temporary anger.

“Don’t think I’d be a good employee?” 

I shrug at her comment but inside the vision of her in business casual clothing, debriefing clients, and leading weekly meetings painted my cheeks red. A woman in charge of me was something I didn’t often relish enough. The facade I give off is the opposite of what’s expected but if she gains my trust… Suddenly, she stood up with her hands clasped around her hips breaking my lewd thoughts. The tips of her fingers slightly perched under the fabric of her loose top. 

“I’m not sure,” I grin. “Isn't that what the interview determines?” 

She rubs her glove up the side of her forearm, leaving traces of soil on her skin. The sunshine reflecting from her body is nearly blinding. I fought off the urge to clean away those imperfections on her.

“Does this mean I have an interview?” She perked up on her heels in excitement. 

The motion triggered a reflex to wrap my hands around her hips and pull her inward as I bent her backward for a passionate kiss. I unknowingly took a step forward as the screeching of a '98 Cadillac Seville pulled quickly into the driveway to separate us. The car hummed and scrapped against the pavement causing me to wince. It was her girlfriend, Ellie. I should move. I should lift my feet and walk back down the street and drill a nail into some wood, but I don’t. 

Ellie slams the door to her car with her greasy hair tucked behind both ears and a slouch on her spine. Her eyes avoid my face and I’m glad that they do. 

“Woah, you’re all dirty,” Ellie smirks. 

“Gardening.” Her one word answer even stings me. 

“Let’s get cleaned up, hm?” Ellie’s hand gently clasps her elbow but she pulls away. 

“After I’m done talking to Abby. Why don’t you go up to my room and wait for me?” She asks, sweetly. 

I felt a bulge of confidence wave through my body knowing Ellie was going to listen because of my presence. She cuts her eyes towards me briefly before walking up the driveway to disappear into the house. 

“You okay?” I ask. 

“We’ve been arguing more and more since I moved back home. She’s so sensitive,” Her face crinkles in distress. 

A genuine, heavy pool of laughter escapes my throat. The way she contorted her face to say sensitive showed her disgust of Ellie which I was overly pleased to know. I cover my mouth slightly until she grins too. 

“I shouldn’t even be telling you this.” She adds. 

“It’s fine. I’ve been in your position before.”

“And what happened?” 

I inhale. “We broke up and it was messy.” 

An oh slips her lips filling the silence between us. I pulled my mind from the clouds to stop its wandering tick of floating into the past. I’ve had many girlfriends but my final relationship, five years ago, was the most mentally taxing years of my life. ‘We broke up and it was messy’ was a simple reduction to a very complex situation. 

“I’m sorry to hear that Ms. Anderson.” Her fingertips rise gently to my arm. The glint in her eyes showed a sincerity that I had never seen before. Most people say sorry to things as a formality but she actually meant it. 

“You’re young, these things happen, you have time.” 

“I hope so.” She mutters as she removes her gloves and tosses them angrily into the grass. 

“All right, sweetheart, if you need me you know where to find me.” 

She mouthed a humble thank you and followed behind her girlfriend. 

The team was disoriented, tired, and lazy upon returning from their first break. Losing my finest roofer was going to cost me time and money. With such short notice, it wouldn’t be particularly difficult to find someone willing to fill in. Men in this industry are always hopping from job to job but I want someone reliable and will stay.

I chuckle in disbelief of what I’m about to do. Contact Ellie, to be my new roofer. 

12:00 p.m. Bad timing to ask you something?

She walked towards my truck as I forced a chip into my mouth. I brush the crumbs off my chest and check my face in the rearview as she boldly pulls the handle to sit in the passenger's seat. She avoided eye contact with me and slammed my door with an angry force.

“Hello,” I say, chewing off the last bit of my food. 

“Was your text a joke?” She snaps, her voice holding a begrudging tremble.

“A joke? No, I would never, not at all I was—” My words were tumbling over each other breaking my cool facade. She did not seem phased by my current display. 

“You want Ellie to work for you.” 

The statement was supposed to come out more like a question but there was no rise in tone at the end of her sentence. 

“I don’t have time to hire someone and test them out. You said she was good, right?” 

“She’s one of the best.” She groaned. 

“Well, to be honest, I’m desperate.” I sigh a little more pathetic than I want. 

She turns her head towards me and melts into the cushions. Her legs widen to touch the door with her kneecap. She twisted her head upwards to admire the black upholstery on the ceiling, exposing her kissable neck. I feel a zing of warmth travel from my cheeks to my thighs and I twitch at the unfamiliar feeling. One that I haven’t felt in ages. I run a lingering thumb against the seam of my pants and relish the sensation I feel through them. She turns and looks at me, leaving me frozen. Those eyes were dark with a desire that awakened a sleeping part of me. 

Why did my body suddenly feel like a flowering opening upon first bloom? I was no teenager discovering the female body for the first time but why did it feel like that?

“Fine. I’ll tell Ellie to call you.” Absentmindedly she tugs her lip into her mouth and I cross my ankles because crossing my legs would be too obvious. 

“I owe you.” My voice sounds strained as I exhale into the air. 

In her bedroom, I had my tape measure in hand with a small notebook and golf pencil. The boxes in the room had been cleared since the last time I was here. I had to redo the farthest bathroom wall three times as a tender need pressed against my zipper. The pressure of the metal alone was making my legs wobble. When was the last time I was truly aroused? Her perfume coaxed the walls in the same sickeningly sweet warm musk that followed behind her. My concentration was drained.

"Ms. Anderson?" She asked lightly in the door frame.

I swivel my head like a cartoon character, not particularly shocked by her presence but at my lack of bodily control. "Hey."

"Just wondering how you're doing?" She asked.

Her gardening top had become soaked around the collar and the cuff under her arms. Those sleeves were now folded inward displaying a vast spread of skin. I was going to be thinking about this interaction all day.

"Done." I lie.

"Good, I'm overdue for a shower," She giggled as she walked into the room in what I saw as slow-mo. "See you tomorrow."

"Thanks again. I seriously owe you." I repeat.

"I know," she smiles, starting to lift the hem of her shirt up. "Just make sure I have an interview next week and we're good."

The last thing I saw before leaving the room was a rousing glare, over her right shoulder, in my direction.

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[lucysarah-c]

hello, hope you're having a good day! Was just wondering what type of pet names do you think levi would use? I personally think he wouldn't use any and if he did, rarely, but the hopeless romantic in me wants to pretend otherwise!

Hi hi!! How are you? <3

I’m having a good day—stressful but good! Thank you for asking. How about you? What’s been on your mind lately?

Hmm… I think I agree with you on this one, anon. I don't believe Levi uses pet names regularly. He might use one or two, but mostly in a sarcastic way. For example, if you’ve been asking him for a lot of things, he might say, "Anything else, princess? Does Her Royal Highness desire anything more?"

Or, just maybe, if you’ve done something that really tests his patience, he might say, "Love… do you remember when I told you NOT to use all my tea without telling me so I wouldn’t RUN OUT OF IT?"—kind of like a mother using your full name when she’s mad.

Overall, I feel Levi would mostly call you by your full name. He wouldn't be fond of pet names in public either. Perhaps if it's just the two of you, or around his close friends, he’d tolerate you calling him "love," "honey," or similar names, but… don’t push it too far.

I think Levi might use more affectionate pet names when the mood becomes more intimate. His favorites could be "girly," and as things get more heated, he might start using "baby girl," "princess," or "sweetheart," but with a completely different tone and intention—if you know what I mean.

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[bidisasterevankinard]

Tease tidbit Tuesday

I was tagged by @hyperfocusthusly @perfectlysunny02 and I'm giving you more from Tommy doesn't want kids :

“Do you want to name her?” Ms. Jackson asks when the baby is secure in the car seat.

“What?” Tommy swallows. Every instinct he had for years that helped him protect himself screams at him to run, to hide.

Bad idea!Bad idea!Bad idea is flashing red in his brain, but he stays where he is

“Do you want to name her? We let first responders name the baby until they are officially adopted so they don’t have to be all names John or Joe Doe. Some first responders even let us put their last names.”

Bad idea sign adds the loud siren begging Tommy to stop.

“I-I …” he swallows, looks at the peaceful baby girl that he held just five minutes ago and he loses connection with his mouth, “Isobel Kinard. I think it can be a good name.” Tommy nods to himself with a smile, when Isobel makes a face that definitely can be called a smile as if loving his choice. He can’t help to imagine how the little sweetheart would introduce herself in several years, holding his hand, saying that it’s her papa who chose her … And that’s the thought that pours cold water on him and makes him turn away from the baby. “Till she won’t have the one her parents would choose, of course.”

He swallows, shaking his head a little. Because what the? Is that what people call baby fever? He needs to not see any babies for days for sure. And everything will be fine again.

“Beautiful name,” Ms. Jenkins just smiles at him and Tommy pats himself for the good poker face he keeps in front of her.

“Yeah, it’s a Scottish form for Isabella and it means “God's promise”.”

Tommy really doesn’t want to think how his nonna was Italian and grandpa was Scottish

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[laurentidal]

Shining Mother

Sequel to Adorned in Gold.

"Come in."

Senator Helen Coronet gestured for the young representative to sit in the chair in front of her desk. She rarely called people like Erin into her office for meetings, but she had a reputation for getting what she wanted.

She sat behind her desk looking almost regal; draped in a deep gold suit that did little to hide her impressive figure and flanked by assistants.

"Joanne tell me that you've been busy," she stated calmly, gesturing to the woman on her right. "She's incredibly good at digging up dirt, aren't you my little moonchild?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Erin raised an eyebrow at that.

"She was a private investigator for a number of years before I recruited her. Now she digs up information for me. And she tells me that you're writing a bill that would re-appropriate a portion of your district for private developers."

"Ah, yes," Erin replied looking somewhat uncomfortable. "The Red Stone Project. I'm surprised you caught wind of it, I haven't told many people about it."

"Well I hear all sorts of things. But I'm afraid that I cannot allow that to move forward."

"Oh? And may I ask what business you have telling me what I can do with a barren stretch of desert in my own district?"

Helen's eyes narrowed and without a word, the two assistants left the room.

"Let me tell you something, Erin." She stood from behind her desk, backlit by the office's window. The regal look took on a new shade. She looked somehow… more. "That barren stretch of desert is a holy place for my people. You've never even visited Red Stone Mesa, have you?"

"Well I-," she stammered.

"No. You haven't. Admit it."

"I haven't visited," she said quietly.

"I know. If you had, you've have been transformed by it. You'd never have suggested an action that could defile it so."

Helen was very close to Erin now. Staring down at her. Looming over her. And as Erin looked meekly up at the woman, she noticed that Helen's eyes appeared to glow in the dimly lit room. And when had the light gotten so low? Or did everything just appear dull under her gaze.

"Look into my eyes, Erin. Look into my eyes and tell me that you're going to abandon this project."

"I-," she tripped over her words trying to form a thought underneath those golden eyes. "My donors want-"

"I don't care what your donors want, and from this moment on, neither do you. You only care what I want. Say it."

"I only care what you want."

The room felt black now. Completely in shadow except for those two rings of heaven's light. The irises of a god. Erin was consumed. Alit. Burned away in their radiance.

Then suddenly the glow was gone, and the room was back. Sunlight streamed through the window and played off of Senator Coronet's bare skin. Erin gasped for a moment at the senator's nudity before realizing she was the same. Bet even in her panic and shock, she couldn't deny the woman's stunning beauty.

"What? When? Helen?" she blurted out.

"Not to worry, Erin," Helen said calmly from in front of the window. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a crown of golden leaves. Erin stared in shock as she frantically tried to cover herself. But when the crown came to rest on Helen's head, suddenly, the exposure became irrelevent.

"Mother," she murmured. "Mother Hela."

"There's a good girl. Now lesson one. The proper way to worship is on your knees."

Continue the story in Shadows We Cast.

[unhingedangstaddict]

motivation monday

got tagged by the lovely @desert--moonchild so here's some more of my new wip that I still don't have a title for

When they got back to the house after Tommy had been given the news of his sister's death, Tommy sat at the breakfast bar and grabbed his phone. He found his fifteen year old niece, Avery, in his contacts and called her.

After a few rings the line was picked up. “Avery’s phone.” A teenage girl who was definitely not Tommy’s niece answered.

Tommy swallowed. “Is she available?”  He asked.

“Well she’s sleeping right now. She had a rough softball game last night,” The girl explained. “I’m her friend Madison. Is everything okay?”

“Madison, where are you and Avery right now?” Tommy questioned.

“At my house?” Madison sounded confused.

“Okay, Madison, is there a parent or an adult I can speak to? It’s important.” Tommy requested.

“I’ll get my mom.” Madison said.

Buck looked at Tommy.

“She’s at a friend’s house.” Tommy explained.

“Who am I speaking with?” A woman’s voice came over the phone after a moment.

“Hi, I’m Tommy Kinard, I’m Avery’s uncle.” Tommy explained. “I understand she’s sleeping over at your home?”

“Yeah her parents left town last night for a work trip, Avery's staying with us. What’s going on?”

“Avery’s parents they-” Tommy paused. “They um,” He swallowed thickly. “They-” He looked helplessly at Evan as tears filled his eyes again and he got too choked up to speak.

Buck put a hand over Tommy’s and gently took the phone from him. He wrapped an arm around Tommy. “Sorry about that- Tommy’s a little choked up right now. Avery’s parents were in a car accident last night. They didn’t make it. We haven’t quite managed to get much figured out yet, we just found out ourselves.”

“Oh my god.” The woman on the other end of line mumbled.

“I can be there in about six or seven hours.” Tommy murmured to Evan.

“We’ll be on our way from LA soon, we maybe need seven or so hours. Can you just keep Avery home from school until we can collect her, and if you could maybe not tell her anything yet?” Buck requested.

“Yeah- I yes. Of course.” The woman agreed.

“Thank you.” Buck said sincerely. He traded contact info with Madison’s mom and ended the call.

“You said we.” Tommy mumbled, looking up at Evan.

“If you don’t want me involved, Tommy, I understand. But I wanna be here for you, I wanna help however I can, so if you’ll let me-”

“Please.” Tommy whispered.

“Of course, Tommy. I’m not going anywhere.” Buck promised.

[itsloriel]

Call her moonchild Dancing in the shallows of a river Lonely moonchild Dreaming in the shadow Of the willow...  

– King Crimson

Photo: Taras Kuščynskyj

Dívka v kapradí, nedatováno

[11queensupreme11]

ARSENIC BLUES

this is a masterlist of all things related to my book arsenic blues. in here you will find certain asks, posts, headcanons, drabbles, etc. the sillies & misc: part 1 & 2

THE YANDERE GODS!

❦━━ gojo vs poseidon: who's worse?

❦━━ pjo vs ror powerscaling: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ my shitty attempt at ship names 😔

❦━━ who's the slow burner and who's the fast burner?

❦━━ least to most likely to babytrap

❦━━ poseidon and love: 1 & 2

❦━━ what kind of yanderes are they? (+ loki) (+ anubis)

❦━━ marriage proposal issues

❦━━ their kinks 😏 (+ loki) (+ anubis) (+ cú chulainn)

❦━━ what if percy called out for anthonius during somno sex?

❦━━ would poseidon actually respect or like sally if he knew about her? 🤔 (+other gods' opinion)

❦━━ fatherhood! how many kids would they want & best to worst dads!

❦━━ how would they react if percy started crying?

❦━━ how they would imagine their future with percy 😍

❦━━ misogyny amongst the gods... 🤮: 1, 2, 3

❦━━ them when they get percy back from pjo verse

❦━━ BEELZEBUB IS NOT POSSESSED BY SATAN! STOP SPREADING THE SATAN PROPAGANDA! 😩

❦━━ the gods' hypocrisy 💀: 1 & 2

❦━━ most to least likely to resort to using blackmail

❦━━ what their wedding would look like! 👰🏻‍♀️

❦━━ their reaction to her rejecting godhood: 1 & 2

❦━━ if percy died during childbirth...

❦━━ would they cheat?

❦━━ if anthonius raised their kid: 1, 2

❦━━ a reader's poki guess

❦━━ if their kids wanted to sleep with them

❦━━ if their daughter had the electra complex: 1, 2

❦━━ the yanderes as in-laws: 1, 2

❦━━ peepee sizes 🍆

❦━━ songs

❦━━ anubis 🐶: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,

❦━━ sick!percy 🤒

❦━━ the akhlys scene

❦━━ what percy would wear during dates (by moonchild-artemisdaughter): poseidon, hades, apollo (part 2), beelzebub

SEAWEED BRAIN!

❦━━ who she would rather stay with

❦━━ percy when she gets her memories back LMAO

❦━━ if percy was a goddess when she got isekai-ed

❦━━ will percy get bullied? 🥺

❦━━ her ethnicity!

❦━━ what her intro would look like during ragnarok

❦━━ percy x qin ideas: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9,

❦━━ how oblivious will she be 💀

❦━━ cheater!percy

❦━━ if percy wanted to be a maiden goddess

❦━━ if percy was a guy 🙍🏻‍♂️

❦━━ a bratty percy scenario hehehe

❦━━ pregnant!percy: 1, 2, 3, 4

❦━━ percy's kids make her cry 😢

❦━━ if percy went numb...

❦━━ how her kids feel about sally!

❦━━ how much the isekai has ruined her life

❦━━ percy's voiceclaim

❦━━ percy's style!

❦━━ dark!pjo!poseidon with percy

❦━━ soul swap/possession au 👹

[perfectlysunny02]

WIP WEDNESDAY👻

here’s a new excerpt from me and my ghosts had a hell of a time

He wants to call Maddie a liar, he would’ve known he had a brother, especially one that died, he can see ghosts for fuck’s sake, but something in her eyes tell him she’s telling the truth, and Buck suddenly can’t breathe.

He sees him for the first time when he gets home, sitting on top of his loft stairs. And for a moment it feels like he’s looking into the past. Daniel could be him as a kid, the only thing that’s missing the pink splotches above his eyebrow.

“Daniel,” Buck breathes, his eyes scanning his older brother. And within moments, tears are pouring from his eyes. “I’m… I’m so sorry.”

Daniel doesn’t say anything at first, just studies him with eyes that are far too wise for a nine year old, before shaking his head.

“No, I’m sorry,” Daniel says. “I’m your big brother. I should’ve looked after you. Maddie asked me not to come to you. Said you would be sad.”

Buck nods, his heels rubbing anxiously at his eyes, as he sits down next to his brother.

“Yeah,” He mumbles. “Yeah.”

“I love you,” Daniel says. “You weren’t ever gonna fix me. I wish they hadn’t made you try.”

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[sassytommykinard]

WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday for another six minutes where I am lol. I had an idea for a girl dad bucktommy. Here's the tiniest of snippets.

tagged by the delightful @desert--moonchild

The picture comes in at 11:45 PM and Tommy thanks God that they're not on a call right now. He leans back on the couch at the station and opens the text. When he sees it, he is really glad Lucy isn't around to give him a hard time because he melts at the sight of his husband and their one-year-old daughter. Evan has squished his face in next to Alex's, cheek to cheek. Evan's smile is bright and only Tommy would be able to see the tiredness in his husband's eyes. They're both exhausted these days, but loving every second of it. Alex has a finger in her mouth, a gummy smile on her little face, her few teeth visible and Tommy wishes he were home with them, his little family. He and Evan have worked out a complicated, convoluted schedule for being home with her in between their shifts. With the help of their friends and family, it's worked out so far, but it's times like these that he misses them so much that his heart hurts. Uh oh. He types. What's the tiny human doing awake? It only takes a second for Evan to text back, she needed a midnight snack apparently. Now she won't go back to sleep. Sleep is for the weak, dad! Dad. He's a dad. He has a husband and he's a dad. He still can't believe it sometimes.

It's now officially after midnight here, so I won't tag anyone. Happy Thursday!

[satureja13]

The Boys also have a R̂ān h̄ạw mum (=thai for 'corner store') now. There's a copy of LY behind the counter. They live in the Otherworld now and they prefer to be home alone (for security matters). Not even Arturo, the only other creature here, knows where they live. And no one can see or enter their lot anyway ;)

This is both an online store to sell their produce and a shop for them to buy stuff Noxee sends them. The tales of the Boys' adventures spread among the creatures and they are quite famous in certain circles ^^

I love the little 'vegetable tent' that came with For Rent.

There is also Kiyoshi's 'Moonchild' cheese!

And Jack can sell the vegetables from his garden here. And his nectar.

There will be no other customers than the Boys here but they ship their produce to the Muggle World with the device Saiwa built. There's a newer, smaller version now. The cameras show the online customers the wares and Sai also made a store page with the descriptions and prices. Then Ji Ho packs and ships to Noxee and she sends them to the customers in the Muggle World.

They call Noxee to thank her. This device is also the only way for them to 'remote communicate'. No internet, no landline, no cellphone network here - nothing ö.ö

Noxeema: "My Babees! I miss you!" They chatted for a while but it's clear that Noxee is dying to get back to Greg ^^' After they ended the call, Jack was jealous, as always: "Omg, what does she see in him!? They are together 25/7 and still can't get enough of each other!" But Jack also never understood what Kiyoshi saw in him. (That's love, Jack.) Sai: "I envy them..." Ji Ho sighed: "Couple Goal."

Jack found the 'Stranger Section'...

Sai to Ji Ho: "Was this really necessary? As if he's in need of even more weird ideas!" Ji Ho: "That was actually Vlad's idea ^^'"

And then Jack found the Armadillos... Jack: "A blue version! I've never seen this before! Look how small and cute they are! Can please I have one?"

Saiwa: "No! We have no money for this nonsense! Don't forget we have to payback Rubyn and the others." Poor Jack...

They paid

and Sai checked the new 'Postage and Communication Device' aka 'PACkeD'

And when he left the shop...

The kids these days! Ji Ho had bought the Armadillo for Jack when Saiwa had been busy with 'PACkeD' ^^'

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[tickety-boooo]

Aziraphale's Flaming Sword

I'm working on a poem about Aziraphale's flaming sword and it got me thinking all about it, so here are my thoughts and findings!

First is looks: the hilt is surprisingly plain. It's not the intricate, ornate sword you might expect; instead it's more primitive, or ancient, by design. The pommel is rounded, and the hand guard curves upward around the base of the blade, resembling a cup shape, rather than a crossguard in a straight line. Actually, it resembles the handle of a torch, which is interesting. Torches give off light and symbolize guidance and enlightenment. An appropriate weapon for our angel, I think! Aziraphale is given the sword to help him guard Eden against... what, exactly? I've never really stopped to consider what the danger is supposed to be. Could it be the animals that live outside of the garden? After Adam and Eve are cast out, they're seen fighting a lion with the sword, and in his dialogue with Crowley, Zira mentions "vicious animals". If it's the forces of Hell, then he's not doing a very good job of it, (poor angel~) letting Crowley snake his way in with the whole apple business! And since it's a sword made of fire, would that even hurt a demon? Is it holy fire? Do angels have holy water AND holy fire, and if so, do demons have a "hellwater" equivalent?!?!? These are the real questions I need answers to!! lol

I wonder if instead it's supposed to match up with what's written in the Bible. An angel with a flaming sword is sent to guard the Tree of Knowledge AFTER Adam and Eve are cast out, to prevent mankind from re-entering the garden. The angel was supposed to stop humanity from returning to paradise! I didn't know about this detail! In the show I assumed Aziraphale was always stationed there to protect Eden, even before Adam and Eve were cast out! Was this Aziraphale's actual job? Was he told to go to Eden and guard the gate after the original sin? If true, I think this would imply he had only been in the garden for a short time by the wall scene in s1ep1. And then it would make sense that he didn't try to stop Crowley from tempting Eve if he wasn't even there to see it happen originally. He's called in to work after everything already went down (like a lead balloon). But he has empathy and takes pity on the humans, and by giving away the sword he deviates from the Bible's story. I think the way this scene is cut and edited it feels like all of these events are happening immediately one after another, as it is meant to serve as a summary of Genesis (we all know the basic story) when most likely there were moments in between, like God speaking to Adam and Eve about why they're hiding their bodies and, potentially, Zira's arrival at the garden. We see in a different scene later that Zira is patching up the wall, and God asks him about the sword being missing. How is he to defend the garden against humanity's return without his sword?

Moving onnn... This scene is an origin story for how humanity harnessed fire!! And Aziraphale is the one who gave it to us, to protect ourselves and stay cozy warm and cook our food!!!! That is so cool and it completely fits with his character!! I love that the flaming sword in Aziraphale's hands is a symbol of protection and self-defense, life and survival.

And then because it's been given away, given to humans, (who now have the capacity for both good and bad after eating the apple) after thousands of years the sword ends up in the hands of the horseman WAR. That's her key item to summon her for the impending apocalypse. It now represents how humans have control over fire; they've created gunpowder and artillery and war and violence and Earth-ending destruction.

But WAR is defeated by Pepper, using the same sword that now holds this duality in meaning. Pepper, "Pippin Galadriel Moonchild", the child of a hippie mother, or in a way, a child of PEACE, defending her world, protecting the lives of everyone on Earth. Ahh it's such a satisfying narrative circle, I love it!!!!

That's all for now! I totally paused my poem work to write all this out, so back to it!!