#congrats to hunter for being at the top of that list!

[maskednerd]

[moodymisty]

hi !! congrats on your milestone, you deserve it!! :D 💜

I saw the "accidentally saying a pet name" and I was immediately intrigued how that would go with Crosshair and Hunter if you're willing? :0 or just with Cross if it's to 1 character, I'm sorry if I confused smth HDJAHKF

SFW if possible? i just need smth cute atm aa

again congrats and I hope you're doing okay !💜💜

❀ Milestone prompts list ❀

Author's Note: Awww thank you so much!! I don't know if I deserve it, but I'm so happy that people enjoy my stuff! And no you didn't get anything confused, lets give Hunter and Crossy some love.

Relationships: Hunter/Fem!Reader, Crosshair/Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, Both pre-order 66

✦ Hunter ✦

You don't know why out of every thing you've done- Every hill you've climbed, stairs ascended and rocky path treaded, this one goddamn seam on the gangplank of the Marauder always manages to get you.

It's made you trip up multiple times, once so even ending up face planted in the dirt right in front of everyone else. Up or down it never fails to catch the toe of your boot, the moment you don't consciously remember to lift your feet up higher to avoid it.

"Are you all coming anytime soon?"

Wrecker groans, rolling his eyes when he realizes everyone isn't right behind him. He complains about feeling like he's starving, Crosshair and Tech both telling him to can it as they join him outside. That just leaves you and Hunter for last, having taken the longest to get ready.

The two of you walk out of the ship mostly side by side, and in your excitement to get some food, you fail to once again remember that little lip of metal that always trips you up. It catches the toe of your shoe and sends you flying forward, attempting to stumble and catch yourself.

Hunter jolts forward and grabs you at the waist, skidding forward slightly after catching you. Your hands are partly held outwards and you'd been prepared to catch your own fall, but Hunter's strong grip stops you halfway down.

"Woah, easy there sweetheart," He says the moment you have your feet under your center of gravity again. His hands grip your stomach and waist, the fabric of your top bunching and pulling awkwardly.

However you can feel the moment he realizes what surprisingly intimate word has slipped from his lips, removing his arms from you the second you have your bearings about you. He lets out a small cough.

"I, Uh..."

His eyes glance away from you, but when they look back, you're smiling.

"Thanks for the save, Hunter." He can feel his brothers eyes on him, even as he nods at you and attempts to hide the way his face feels a little hot.

✦ Crosshair ✦

If there is one thing consistent about Crosshair, it's that he always loves to call you names. Things like 'princess', illuding to your demands for specific things. Like wishing they'd pick up after themselves, or for the Marauder to not smell like bottled, concentrated 'man'.

But it's all laced with sarcasm and his overall brand of incorrigible ass, so you've never taken any of it seriously.

Afterall it seems as if he can barely stand your very being in the same vicinity as him, why would you let his words get to you? It's all just him being a jerk or at best, just teasing. Though at least most of the time he seems to barely stand you- other times he's far more talkative than you'd ever expect of him.

The pilot's seat creaks a bit as you lean back into it a bit more, pulling your legs up to tuck them beside you.

Crosshair is confusing; You can't ever seem to get a solid read on him or how he really feels about you.

"How long you been in here?"

Well now, speak of the devil.

You look to your side and see Crosshair standing between the pilot and co-pilot seat, looking out of the viewport at the stars and planets streaking past. He glances down at you for a moment, face still forward.

"I've been here since a bit before Tech left. Finally managed to get him to leave."

You manage to mostly hold back a yawn, but it still forces you to make a small noise in your throat. It's been awhile, and watching the ship in hyperspace is more than a little boring. If anything, the lull of the engines, bumping of metal on metal, and the soft glow of the safely lights on the floor have only served as your new favorite lullaby since you had made the Marauder your home away from home.

"I'll take over." His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head.

"It's fine, Crosshair. I'm not that tired." And you don't want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they'd never think it.

Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched.

"Go sleep, doll. I'll cover for you."

You're used to ignoring his words but, the softness of these ones strike you. When you look up at him in surprise however, he's already patched up the tiny little crack in his exterior he let crumble.

"Cross? What di-" He jerks his head in the direction of the bunks.

"Go." He leaves no room for argument, and so you get up and move to slip past him.

His face noticeably turns away from you, waiting until you're safely out of sight before he mouths insult after insult at himself for letting that slip, and almost embarrassing himself.

[thebest-medicine]

what drabbles are coming up next?

well since you asked!!! :) I will share the list of prompts I still have left! I’ve written 32 so far and have about as many prompts left to go!

(I just have the asks themselves copy pasted into a doc and I copied them over here below the readmore, they’re also in the order in which I received them newest at the top) this means they done now / coming in queue

Prompt 78 with Lee!Todoroki and a Ler of your choice maybe?

79 ler Wendy, Lee dipper?

63, lers korra and Asami, lee!mako?

52, lers Sokka and Katara, lee!aang?

Could you do #17 with widomauk?

70 with lee deku and ler bakugou??? bkdk has my heart rn <//3

Number 23 with lee Todoroki and ler Midoriya 😍☺️😍 ?

55 with lee Izuku ler Bakugou!

May I request lee bakugo + bakusquad + midoriya + 92: “Hey are you guys okay? I heard yelling (from the hall / outside) and— oh.”

32 I imagine kacchan saying the DOOM line and while tickling poor izuku to death perhaps?

could u do 37 “wait- no not that! anything but that!” with lee fjord and ler mollymauk -or someone else in the mn?

prompt 102 with hunter pranking willow?

“You wouldn’t take advantage (of that knowledge) when I’m stuck like this, right? …Right?!” Lee! Eda Ler!Raine?

Was that a giggle just now? - Number 1. with lois lane and clark kent

#66 ‘don’t tell me you’re ticklish?!’ with inuyasha and kagome please and thanks!

42, ler!Miss Martian, Lee!robin? “No way, are you begging?”

96, ler!korra, lee!mako? “What are you so scared of? It’s just a brush!”

64, ler!beast boy, lee!robin pleaseeee “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

If you're stilling accepting prompts for the Summers sentence fic thing I saw you were willing to write for Young Justice so could we get 43 and 46 for M'Gann and Superboy? I always thought they were a sweet couple “Lighten up, have a laugh!” “I’m not letting you off that easy.”

I love the idea of Lars being super ticklish and the Offcolors never knowing about tickling before they meet him and now he’s forced to explain it because they accidentally tickle him. 💖 I’d love “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee Lars and maybe ler or lers Padparadscha and The Rutile Twins. Of course take all the time you need and again congrats! 💖

Hi!! I’d love something with lee Aang and ler Sokka with 8. “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.” Also congratulations!! 🥳💖 Loving everything you’ve been writing!

36 with lee shego and ler kim please, the “little birdie” could be one of her brothers

idk if you’ve seen the mcu What if? Show. Doesn’t matter. But #18 for the thunder siblings (What if? Or Movie incarnations), Loki, Thor and Helga, in whichever ler and Lee positions you want. “I swear on my life, I will kill you.”

could you do 24 “Sounds like someone needs a visit from the tickle monster.” with lee!dipper with ler!stan. maybe have it be set after the zombies attacked the shack and dipper is upset about it and stan is trying to cheer him up

oooh how about 5. “I’m just… sensitive” with Percy/Vax 👀👀👀

64 with ler Fjord & either Caleb or Molly? 🥺 dealers choice, but as soon as I saw that one I immediately thought of Fjord being a bully “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.”

Pretty pretty please could we get 8 with Laios, Chilchuk & Marcille? (I’d LOVE it if it backfired for Laios) “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

can u do a KP drabble of #8 with ler!Shego and lee!DrD? Thx sooo much (: “I’ll have you know, I was the reigning tickle fight champion in my house growing up.”

#84 You’d better give up now or this is about to get a lot worse for ler!Sango and Lee!Miroku from Inuyasha please, if you have time?

#27 for TOH blight sibs tickle fight if you’re not too overwhelmed with prompts. “I hope you know this means war.”

yay! I’m so glad you’re doing drabbles. I’ve always lurked but now the sentence starters are here I hope you don’t mind if I send more than a few asks. If it’s too much, just delete. Anyway, love your writing. #103- Let’s make it interesting” for the whole S1 YJ team particularly Robin, and Zatanna. Thanks again! Can’t wait for more of your works.

Prompt 23 with lee Ed and ler Stede “Wait a minute, you’re not ticklish, are you?”

Hi! hello! how’s it going? I was just wondering if your still doing requests for fics and if so can I pretty please have lee!Chilchuck ler!Marcille with the prompt “Big talk for someone so ticklish.”

“Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya. But I am gonna make you wish you were dead.” With Ler!Amity and Lee! Hunter?

Ooo I haven't heard of Danny Phantom in YEARS maybe for the sentence starter could we get 11. “Why are you so nervous all of the sudden?” with lee!Danny and ler!Valerie?

I saw you qrite for Danny Phantom and I was like :o so for the sentence starters number 19 "Wait, are you stuck?" with lee!Danny? I imagine he got stuck a lot while figuring out his intagibility.

ahhh awesome!! how abt 61 with lee!shauna ler!jackie ?? tysm!!! “You’d better keep quiet!”

could you do 104 “What, did you think you were just going to get away with that?” with switch!kaminari and bakugou :)

I’m starved for my adventures with Superman content, don’t think we could get 22 or 35 with Lois & Clark? “Don’t make me make you.” “What? Me? Ticklish? As if!”

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” 83 lee kacchan ler deku tahnks

Lumity (lee amity) and 71 “This isn’t cuddling! This is an attack!” please

Can I request either 12 or 14 (dealers choice) for critical role?? lee!caleb and ler!mollymauk if you would be ever so kind :D “Well, well, well… Look what we have here.” “So, what’s this I hear about you being deathly ticklish?”

[superkitty4789]

Here we go with another list! This time it's....

Top 10 Metroid Characters + Honorable mentions

Spoilers ahead, be warned

 

Honororable mentions: Kraid, 6 bounty hunters from Prime Hunters 

Kraid. Fat fuck. Love him. I don't know a lot about him, but he looks cool

The other hunters from Prime Hunters also look cool. Plus, they're each unique with their own things going on. They are all amazing but missed the cut.

10 Gray Voice 

My least favorite of the chozo parents of Samus. I've never read the comics, so I'm going off little info, but he looks cool and helped raise Samus. The chozo are cool in general, so it boosts him up to 10th. Congrats, Gray Voice

9 Quiet Robe

A chozo I actually know about! I love Quiet Robe's story, and I kinda wished he had lived. One of my biggest wants for the metroid series growing up was for Samus to find loving chozo, so I was sad when he died. But! He's still a good character, and he earns his spot on my list

8 Ghor

Very cool character! I love that he's essentially a gentle giant until he gets corrupted. I wonder what could've been if he hadn't. He is an epic robot dude who deserved better... but at least his fight was cool.

7 Old Bird Old grandfather birb! Yes! Love him. Potentially , the only reason he isn't higher is because I don't know much about him. But I love the Grandfather birb

6 Ridley

I hate that he's so low...but the other 5 are just so awesome to me. Well, there's a lot about Ridley I like. He's one of my favorite Nintendo villains for his viciousness and cruelty. He doesn't shy away from murder and that's kind of a suprise for a Nintendo villain. He's ruthless and heartless and the cunning God of death, and he's epic. He's the perfect arch-enemyfor Samus, as she's pretty mature for a Nintendo character, too. I kinda headlining that he looks forward to fighting Samus because he views her as a worthy adversary...obe he'd like to kill, of course,but worthy all the same. Overall, Ridley is a great villain

5 U-Mos 

OK, this is kind of embarrassing. Part of the reason I like him so much is because, as a dumb preteen, I had a self insert where I was from Samus's planet and got adopted by the luminoth instead of the chozo. It was very dumb and very cringe, but it made me really like U-Mos because I made him my OC's adopted father. Even without all that, though, I think he's a solid character who serves his role to help tell an amazing story. Plus... he's the guardian of the defenseless and sleeping luminoth, and I think that's great!

4 Raven Beak

I did not see an evil chozo coming, so he took me by suprise....but that said, it was a good one. I kinda just expected all chozo to be good, but it makes sense that that's not the case. Every sentient species probably has at least one bad apple. I love that he wears armor and his boss fight. Also, it's amazing that he's like Samus's evil adoptive dad. He's great. Love him. I hope he comes back like Ridley keeps doing.

3 Samus

Ugh, it hurts to put her so low. It physically pains me... but it must be done. I remember the day I found out Samus was a girl. I was playing Brawl with my older brother, and she used he final smash. I was taken aback. A girl wearing armor and being badass!? Nowadays, it's silly to think that buy it was mindblowing back then. She's epic and so freaking badass! She's so strong-willed, and I love that she represents strong women so well (Ignoring Other M. It isn't Canon in my mind) I love Samus. she's one of my favorite protagonists in all of gaming for how epic she is.

2 Dark Samus

She's so cool! Side note her theme is my favorite metroid song. From the very moment we see her secret ending in Prime 1 to her last moment inPrime 3, Dark Samus is amazing. She's such a good antagonist who just wants to absorb phazon until Samus pisses her off. I love that it makes sense how she keeps coming back and her fights are my favorite part about Prime 2 and my second favorite part about Prime 3. Absolute icon.

1 Rundas

Ughhhh. I wish so bad that he didn't die! He was so coooool! (Pun not intended) His ice powers were a marvel to watch, and his personality had me at the edge of my seat! I wanted so badly for Samus to save him and her owing him one to be resolved! I wanted so badly for him to help take on Dark Samus with Samus. But that didn't happen. At least his boss fight was cool, and he got some screentime to show me how amazing he was. Some people might not like how high i put him,but Rundas will probably always be my favorite Metroid character.

Tier List time!

C: Kraid, Kanden, Trace, Noxus, Spire, Weavil, Sylux

B: Gray Voice, Quiet Robe, Ghor

A: Old Bird, Ridley, U-Mos, Raven Beak

S: Samus, Dark Samus, Rundas

[ariadnewhitlock]

Yours, Mine, and Ours || Emilio & Ariadne

TIMING: Some time before the mines became Like That LOCATION: The forest, the mines PARTIES: Emilio @mortemoppetere and Ariadne @ariadnewhitlock SUMMARY: Ariadne, having heard from Alan that Emilio is a PI, tries to trail him to see if he'll be good to help her find out what happened to the mare she made. Things go a bit sideways. Congrats, Emilio, you have another child! CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of explosions

Something was following him. He could feel it, the way it made all the hair on the back of his neck stand up straight. It was something undead, for certain, but… The motivations were a little unclear. Emilio had experimented, a little. Stopped in places he wouldn’t have stopped otherwise, made a show of looking down at his phone like he was ten kinds of distracted, given it every chance to hop out and try to kill him, and it hadn’t taken a single one. It was just… watching. Following. 

To say that he was unsettled would be one hell of an understatement, but he couldn’t back out of what he was up to. There was a lot of shit going on in the mines right now, the kind of shit that tied several of his cases together in a way he didn’t really like, so against his own better judgment, he was circling the woods near one of the entrances looking for clues and trying to ignore the feeling of eyes on the back of his head. He wasn’t sure how great a job he was doing, all things considered.

Alan had said that he wasn’t sure if the local PI was someone she should contact, but for once, Ariadne’s curiosity had gotten the better of her (which was a weird sense of relief in and of itself, given her overall lack of curiosity in recent months. So she’d decided that maybe she should try following him, just to see what sort of work he did. It couldn’t hurt, right?

She wasn’t an especially big fan of the whole going into the forest thing that was happening right now, but Ariadne also wasn’t willing to give up. Even though for whatever reason, the man kept stopping and kept looking down at his phone. She figured that maybe he was getting important investigator-y messages or something. Ariadne certainly didn’t know anything about this sort of job. He’d headed toward the mines, which was not top of Ariadne’s list of things to do, but she was curious, and she didn’t want to squash the feeling - especially given that she didn’t know when she’d feel it again. Another few steps forward and her shoe snapped a tiny branch in half. For a moment, she paused, waiting to see what the man in front of her would do.

A twig snapped. He’d known he was being followed, but the way there was a distinct pause after the sudden noise told him that whatever was following him was aware enough to know it had been caught. Not a spawn, then, or some animalistic kind of undead thing. Something with enough sentience to be wary, but not something that took advantage of his feigned distractedness to move in for a kill. 

Emilio weighed his options. He could keep up the ploy, pretend he didn’t know he was being followed until he could lead them someplace he’d have full control of the situation. That was probably the smartest move, but it required a level of patience that the hunter just didn’t have. So, he turned. “All right,” he called out. “Either fuck off or come out. I’m not doing this shit anymore, and you’re a lousy tail.” The sooner he got whatever they wanted out of the way, the sooner he could get back to taking care of the issue in the mines.

She froze up when he called out to her. “I -” she bit her lip, debating just staying away from his view. Except clearly she’d done something to mess things up and he’d become aware of her presence. Ariadne tapped her fingers against her thigh for a moment before stepping out from behind a tree. “I - I just wanted to see what being a PI involved.” She looked over to him, eyes widened, “I’m sorry for stepping on the tree branch, I didn’t mean to surprise you.”

Fidgeting with her hands, she blew a strand of hair out of her face. “I - you are a PI, right? I’m sorry if I’ve scared you and I’m following the wrong person.” Though Ariadne was fairly sure she was correct, but she supposed that one could never be too certain.

Oh, Christ. It was a fucking kid, because of course it was. This town was crawling with twenty-somethings who looked half-terrified wandering the woods, and while Emilio had come across plenty of them, this was the first one who’d triggered his ‘undead’ senses. There was a strange sinking feeling in his stomach, a quiet nausea that had him feeling unsteady. “You didn’t surprise me,” he said, voice not quite as gruff as it was before but still far from gentle. “I’ve known you were back there for a while. Like I said, you’re a lousy tail.”

So it was targeted, her following him. Not because of his ‘night’ job, which was something of a surprise. When something undead was tracking you specifically, it tended to have something to do with the number of undead things you’d killed. Hesitantly, Emilio nodded. “Yeah,” he confirmed, “I’m a PI. Most people just come to my office to ask about that shit, you know. Following a guy through the woods isn’t the best way to introduce yourself.” 

“You didn’t point it out before.” Ariadne made a face. “Sorry, sorry, that was rude.” She wasn’t sure why she was so on edge, all of a sudden. “I was never too good at guessing the end to mysteries as a kid, so I guess that tracks.”

She glanced down at her feet. “I’m sorry. Again. I guess I just wanted to see you in action - I - I’ve always been a bit more of a visual learner?” Ariadne looked down at the ground again before looking back up. “I’m Ariadne. Are you really super good at tracking people down? How do you do that?”

He snorted, still eyeing the kid suspiciously. He wished, sometimes, that the slayer senses came with a little more… detail. It was impossible to tell if this girl was a vampire or some other kind of undead just by looking at her. It was also impossible to tell if she was actually a kid. The mannerisms seemed right, but plenty of immortals learned how to fake that. They had to, if they wanted to keep from being found out. “Guess so,” he agreed with a curt nod.

She didn’t seem outwardly dangerous. That was a problem, too. Emilio couldn’t be sure how much of this was genuine and how much of it was an act. She could be exactly what she seemed, or she could be plotting to kill him. He’d hate to find out which one was true when it was already too late. “Could’ve asked to follow me, then,” he pointed out, but there was less bite to the words than there might have been if she were older — or if she looked older. He’d always had a weakness for kids. It was the kind of thing that was going to get him killed, one of these days. “Yeah, I guess I am. It’s not as exciting as it sounds. A lot of detective work is just waiting, kid.”

“My cousin would’ve probably been better at that.” She squeezed her eyes shut for a moment, because thinking about Chance right now wasn’t going to do her any good. A sigh, followed by an apologetic look toward him. “I am really sorry. I’m used to being quiet, but I don’t want to startle people or be rude.” Ariadne was acutely aware that there was a high likelihood she was overdoing it, but since she couldn’t go out and apologize to people the way she wanted to (saying ‘hey, sorry I’m a horrible monster’ likely wouldn’t go over well whatsoever), this had to suffice.

“But I -” she fiddled with something - something invisible, clearly, as her fingers knit together, trying to focus on something, center herself on anything. “I didn’t want to bother you, or make you feel like you had to say yes, or - well, I don’t really have a good excuse other than the fact that I don’t like - uh - confrontation.” Ariadne made a face. “Not that - not that I thought you’d be mean or like, rude or whatever - I just…” her voice trailed off. “Then you must be real patient? That’s amazing.” She attempted a smile, knowing that it likely came off far more awkward than she intended for it to.

“I know the feeling,” Emilio mumbled, feeling a sense of connection without really meaning to. He’d always been a little worse at everything than his siblings, too. Part of why his mother preferred them so blatantly to Emilio himself, part of why it was such a goddamn tragedy that he’d been the only one to survive. Things like this only ever seemed to prove it. He couldn’t imagine Rosa feeling a sense of connection to someone undead, even if they were a kid. “It’s fine. You didn’t startle me.” That much was true, at least; for all his faults, Emilio was still a fairly hard man to startle. A benefit of being hyperaware of every movement around him, he figured. 

She seemed nervous, but not the kind of nervous that usually came with someone undead speaking to someone genetically designed to take them out. That probably meant she had no idea the private investigator she’d decided to follow was a slayer, which was good for Emilio, even if it did fill him with an unwanted sense of concern for her. Did she have any idea how fucking risky it was, following him like this? Any other slayer would have killed her by now. “I can be,” he replied. “Sometimes. When I need to be.” Glancing behind him briefly, he sighed. “Look, kid, you followed me because you need a detective. Right? Tell me the case, and I’ll tell you what I can do. But I’m working right now, so I can’t stand around making small talk.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.” She didn’t like the idea that someone else could relate to the newfound feeling she held toward Chance. Especially because it used to be so different. If Ariadne wasn’t following this man for a very specific reason, she might have even asked Chance to come along. Because telling your cousin who saw you as a goody two shoes that you’d murdered someone wasn’t so easy. She was fairly certain that wasn’t a cool thing in his book.

“Okay - that’s good. I wouldn’t want to startle someone.” Ariadne nodded. “Oh - I - that’s good. Thanks for that.” Right. The case. She’d rehearsed some of what she was going to say - except she wasn’t quite sure how to bring up the part of ‘they might still be walking around’. “I’ll get started, sorry. I - a friend of mine was killed, and I - I don’t - know what happened after. There’s no, uh, burial site - grave? For them.” This was a spectacular failure. “And I don’t know how to find out what happened to them, and I really want to.”

“It’s fine,” he replied, waving her off. Thinking of his siblings, in that context, always made Emilio feel an unpleasant stab of guilt. Being jealous of the dead because they’d been more successful than you in life, because they were so much easier than you were to love, wasn’t a good look on anyone. Much less someone who, by all rights, should have died in their place. It was nothing he wanted to let his mind wander to now.

He’d much rather focus on the kid following him.

She was after something, that much was clear. It was the what that was the problem. As she spoke, his eyes narrowed. At first, he thought she might be talking about herself. The old ‘I have this friend’ modifier that people added to the beginning of a sentence that was about themselves was never quite as sly as they likely meant for it to be. But the rest of the story made less sense if she was talking about herself. Emilio narrowed his eyes, a little suspicious. “How’d they die? Your friend.” 

“Okay. If you’re sure.” She practically winced at her own words. “They were killed. In their sleep.” Ariadne felt sick. “The - I don’t know the cause - but it was after a few weeks’ worth of painful sleep. Or that’s what they said.” And because she’d known them and they had said that to her, Ariadne looked down at the ground, then. “It wasn’t, like, bloody or anything.” She paused, “far as I know.”

Wrapping her arms around herself she gave a shrug. “I - that’s all I really know. Is that enough, or do you need more information?” This was likely all a mistake. Especially because it could very well land her in jail - except that part of her had to know. Ariadne took a few steps forward. “I - uh, can I come along with you? I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Wouldn’t say it if I wasn’t.” A lie, but not one she knew him well enough to call him on. That was the thing about lying — if no one knew you, it got easier. At least… sometimes it did. Some people were still bad at it. He couldn’t decide if she was one of them or not. The story sounded true enough, and Emilio had a pretty good idea of what could cause it, but he’d yet to decide if she was actually talking about a ‘friend’ or if she was trying to make sense of her own death. She was undead, after all; his senses made that pretty damn clear. Mare would make sense. 

But if she was talking about herself, what was she after? What did she expect to find with a private investigator’s help? “What’s your friend’s name?” That was a start, at least. Something to go off of, something to add another piece to the puzzle. Raising his brows at her offer, he glanced back towards the mines. “Kid, I don’t think you want that. This isn’t exactly a ‘tagalong’ kind of case.”

“Some people might, though,” and she was jumpy enough to assume that she’d done something wrong, or that she’d be a bother to people. After all, Ariadne’s whole new existence sort of was a bother to just about everyone.

“Isobel Perkins.” Her breath came out shaky. “I - please, can I?” She shifted back and forth on the balls of her feet. “I won’t say anything, I promise. Or do anything stupid like stepping on another branch.” Ariadne knew she wasn’t too good at standing her ground, but she also knew that actually feeling curious about something wasn’t a feeling that came along too often, and it wasn’t something she wanted to entirely push away. 

“I’m not some people.” She was a nervous one, wasn’t she? It was almost familiar, in a way. Like a funhouse mirror — similar enough to his own reflection to spark something, but not a true representation of what he was. Emilio’s nervousness, after all, came less from the idea that he might offend or upset someone and more from the fear that they were out to get him. It was a nervousness that, for this interaction at least, was fading into the background. He didn’t think this kid wanted to hurt him. He wasn’t sure anyone was a good enough actor to pull off what she was doing now unless it was genuine. There was some relief in that.

Isobel Perkins. He made a note of the name, wholly unfamiliar but easy enough to look into. As for what he’d find… that was hard to say. If Isobel Perkins was a mare now, there was every chance that she’d changed her name to avoid the complications that came from rising from the dead. If she were smart, she’d have gotten out of town, too. But Emilio would look into it anyway. For the nervous, unsettled, undead kid who’d decided following a strange man into a mine was her best bet at answers. Sighing, he pushed his hair back, shrugging a shoulder. “Fine,” he relented. “You can tag along. Just — If you hear anything coming, make a damn run for it. Okay? These mines are no joke.” 

“That’s fair.” She wanted to stop being so jumpy. Practically cursed herself for it, because what kind of a first impression was this to make on somebody? Though, Ariadne supposed, that was better than being terrifying upon first glance. She also wasn’t sure if she should be somewhat offended that even now, coming upon a year of being a nightmare, she didn’t even instill any sort of fear in those around her, and in fact, was often the most fearful person in the room.

“Okay. I will run.” She was doing exactly what Professor Langston had told her not to do. Maybe she was going to have to report on herself, to him. Ariadne shook the thought out of her head, best as she could. “Do you come here often? Can I ask that?” She tapped her fingers against her thighs as they continued to move along. “Or is this just because of your assignment.” She wasn’t sure that she wanted to see the mines. (In fact, she very much didn’t, but maybe she could tell Chance that she had done something wild - leaving out the very obvious parts of the story, such as the reasons why she was doing this). “I’ve lived here my whole life and I don’t think I’ve ever visited them, even back in middle school, or high school.”

He nodded as the kid agreed to run if things got rough, choosing to take the promise at face value. She could very well change her mind when it came down to it, of course. People were fickle things, even when they were undead. But if Emilio spent all his time worrying about her, he wouldn’t be any good to either of them. She said she’d run, and he had to believe her. He didn’t have much choice in the matter. 

“To the mines?” There was a hint of something that was almost amusement in his tone. Did anyone come here often, aside from miners? Did anyone else want to? Even before the mining accident that left the area unstable, Emilio couldn’t imagine that anyone would frequent the area given how much shit went on here. “I’m here because I have to be, kid. Still not sure why you feel like tagging along.” The fact that she’d never been here wasn’t surprising, though maybe it offered some insight into why she was following him now. Curiosity was a hard thing to shake. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a faint glow. Any other night, he might investigate, but… with the kid in tow, it was probably better to ignore it. Find what he needed and get out. That was the goal now.

“Yeah - to the mines.” She scrunched up her whole face, before shaking her head. Because people did go to the mines, not just miners. Granted, other than miners, people probably weren’t qualified to go there and were just - well, Ariadne wasn’t going to focus on that. “Because I needed to figure something out, and I told a professor I’d -” she pressed her lips together. “Never mind. I just want to see what a Private Investigator does.” 

There was a glowing something coming from somewhere else, and she couldn’t help but look over, head turning curiously. “What are -” she bit down on her lip, shaking her head. She wasn’t supposed to bother him. That was not nice, that was going to get her kicked out of whatever investigation was going on. Ariadne tapped her fingers against her thighs, eyes still not moving from the glowing.

She told a professor she’d what? Were professors telling kids to go into the mines now? That didn’t seem like the sort of thing professors ought to do, though Emilio’s concept of organized schooling was… distorted, to say the least. In any case, it would be far easier to keep an eye on the kid if she was going to the mines with him than it would be if she snuck back around to go by herself later. “You’re going to be disappointed,” he warned her. “It’s not as fun as it looks on TV.” Not that he’d seen much TV. 

Since the kid was undead, Emilio didn’t necessarily need to look at her to know where she was. He could feel her following him, the pit in his stomach digging in deeper the closer she got. Luckily, she seemed to be content to follow silently. Emilio headed towards the mines, paying no attention to the glowing form that had captured her eye. His singular focus on his job could be a blessing or a curse. Which it would be tonight was yet to be determined. 

When she was little, her parents had bought her a whole packet of glowsticks one summer. For her to break open whenever she wanted to have a spark of light in her room in the middle of the night. This was, of course, in addition to the glow-in-the-dark stars that had decorated her ceiling and walls. Which, she figured, looking back, was perhaps her parents’ way to encourage her to not climb out of her window in the middle of the night to see what the sky happened to look like. It had worked, mostly. It had worked even better when Chance stayed over and would complain about the dangers of roof-top hangouts in the middle of the night. So was Ariadne really at fault for wanting to follow the glowing figures relatively near to here and Emilio? She couldn’t have been, right?

She stopped following him for a moment, giving it a few beats before she turned toward the direction of the glowing. Maybe she’d be able to help him with whatever he was working on today. Maybe prove that she was worthy or something - that she wasn’t just some dumb kid who was a nuisance to this whole ordeal. Ariadne did her best to stay as quiet as she could, glancing back to see if Emilio’d noticed that she was gone, yet.

He was silent as he walked, making no attempt at conversation. He didn’t even want the kid here, so why would he waste his time talking to her? He just needed to get this thing over and done with as soon as possible. Then he’d focus on her case so he could properly usher her out the door. Emilio trudged towards the entrance to the mines, shoulders tense as he got closer. The feeling of undead, of wrongness was growing stronger, which wasn’t as surprising as it should have been. There were bound to be all kinds of things in that mine.

Because of that feeling, though, it took him a moment to realize that the kid was getting further away. By the time Emilio looked up, she’d already disappeared somewhere. He cursed quietly under his breath. As much as he’d wanted to get rid of her, this was no place to lose track of a kid. There were plenty of things out here that could kill her no matter how undead she might be. “Kid,” he called out experimentally. “Look, if you wanna go home, that’s fine. Just let me know, so I can…” A branch broke nearby, too heavy to be the kid. Moreso, it was coming from inside the mine. Great. Always a fucking ordeal.

Chance would have been proud of her, she figured. Ariadne wasn’t sure if that was the best route of thinking to take, but it did something to comfort her, which was altogether confusing and welcome, all in one. She liked to try to think of it as comforting, just as his presence had used to be, but she couldn’t help but have her thoughts go to a nicer time. She didn’t know the reasons for that, but she did know that there was probably some expert who could tell her. Which she didn’t want to focus on right now.

She whipped her head around at the sound of a branch breaking. Except she didn’t see the man - Emilio - “um?” Ariadne turned around, taking in a deep breath. “I - what was that?” She wasn’t sure if he could even hear her. “There’s - uh, there’s something glowing.”

If he weren’t a hunter, with ears designed for hearing everything that wanted to kill him in the woods, Emilio probably wouldn’t have picked up on the sound of the kid’s voice. She was quiet, even as she called out to him. He groaned when she said what she saw — something glowing. Something glowing that had pulled her away, distracted her enough to make her break off after he told her not to. Yeah. He could guess what that was.

But whatever was breaking branches as it approached was a little harder to pin down. Undead? Big? He couldn’t both fight whatever was coming and keep an eye out for the kid, but he wasn’t exactly fast enough to outrun it, either. There was another option… he just didn’t particularly like it. Groaning, he rubbed a hand across his face and hoped the kid had decent hearing. “Kid, if you can hear me, get the hell away from whatever you’re following and run into the mines. That’s where I’m headed, and I’ll meet you there.” 

“I can hear you.” It might have been slightly muffled, but she could hear him. Ariadne was, admittedly, starting to question her logic in deciding to essentially stalk a PI - especially because the reason she was following him could very well lead to her getting in trouble and being arrested or whatever it was that would be the solution to all the trouble she’d created, but it wasn’t as though she could back out now without seeming more suspicious.

“Fine, fine,” except that for whatever reason, she could still hear Professor Langston’s warnings about Not Going Into The Mines or whatever. Which meant that she had to report herself to him, didn’t she? Ariadne figured that right now was perhaps not the most optimal time to focus on that, and so instead she took off, running further into the mines. “Is this good?” She looked around, trying to zero-in on Emilio.

At least the kid seemed willing to listen. That wasn’t always the case, with kids in this town. He thought of Alex and Nora and Ren and all the stupid, stubborn kids who were definitely going to get themselves killed and his own desperation to keep that from happening. It was just his luck, wasn’t it, that the one kid who did listen to him was already dead. Undead were typically a lot harder to kill than hunters or bugbears or fae, no matter what kind of undead they were. Still, Emilio figured he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. The kid was willing to listen to him. That was a good thing.

Or… it might have been, if his plan hadn’t involved leading her into the damn mines. He cursed under his breath as the creature outside the mines followed her, shaking his head in the darkness. “Think we’re gonna need to go deeper,” he called back, half a yell and half a whisper. “And you need to follow my voice and get to me. I need to be able to talk to you where you’re the only one who’ll hear me, otherwise we’re just going to keep leading this thing right to us.”

“I - okay.” Ariadne did her best to hide the confusion in her voice. She wasn’t too sure at all how she was supposed to manage to hear Emilio and keep whatever else was out there from hearing him - them - too. But she figured that she had to trust him (and she did, even despite all her confusion). “I’ll follow you - oh.” She finally understood the idea of how only she’d hear him. If she were closer, then he wouldn’t have to yell to her, because she was practically positive that she had no upper hand when it came to hearing. Except that she’d figured that pointing that out to him would’ve been rude, so she was grateful that she’d been mistaken, that it had been her fault, but that at least this time it was something she could fix. Maybe. Or at least she could try with a greater likelihood of success.

She walked as quickly as she could manage, until she finally spotted Emilio again. “Here.” She said, voice nearly as quiet as she could make it. “Me - I - I’m here.” Ariadne bit down on her tongue. “I’ll shut up now, I promise.”

She was clearly stressed out, and part of him — the part that had had a little girl of his own once, the part that would have done anything and everything to make her feel comfortable and secure — felt guilty for making her that way. But this kid wasn’t Flora. This kid was undead, and no matter how much Emilio tried to remind himself that not everything undead was a monster, thirty odd years of conditioning were so, so hard to break. Part of him thought he might just walk away, leave her here to fend for herself against whatever might be coming. But another, larger part of him knew he wouldn’t. Emilio was still a father, even if there was no one around who remembered. Even if it was only in the confines of his own mind.

She made her way over to him and he relaxed without meaning to, nodding as she got close. She was talking to him because she didn’t think he could see her, because anyone without slayer night vision wouldn’t have. Emilio wondered if she knew what a slayer was, if she knew she was supposed to be afraid of them. “You don’t have to shut up. Just talk quiet. We need to go farther into the mine, okay? But I’ve got your back. Just stick close, don’t wander off again.” 

“Okay, okay - I promise I won’t wander off again.” And I’ll stop being so jumpy, except Ariadne couldn’t say that, because she didn’t want to lie, and saying that felt like it would be a complete lie. Not even a small one. She was a nightmare, she wasn’t supposed to be jumpy and anxious. At least, that was what she figured. “Are - what are you going to do, when you find them?” 

Her fingers found the ends of her hair and she fiddled with those, grateful that even if her chest felt tight, that she couldn’t have her heart racing too much. Dead hearts didn’t race, after all. Ariadne pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth to prevent herself from sighing, or saying anything else too much right now. “I - thanks for letting me follow - stay with you.” 

A promise. It meant less coming from someone undead than it might have from a fae, who couldn’t break it, but Emilio let himself believe it anyway. She seemed like an honest enough kid. If he had to guess, he’d say she hadn’t been doing this long. There was something sad about it; were the dead still mourned when they got up afterwards and kept walking around? It was hard to say.

At her question, he hesitated. “Depends on what it is,” he decided, speaking carefully, “and what they’re doing. If it’s just someone not trying to hurt anyone, maybe they’re lost. Could show them the way back to town.” Though he doubted that was the case. But he didn’t want to scare the kid, didn’t want her running off because she didn’t trust him. He had no intention of hurting her, but sometimes it was hard to get that message across. He hesitated as she thanked him, grunting in response. “Let’s go,” he said. 

He moved deeper into the mines against his better judgment, the kid behind him. They weren’t safe in here and he knew it, but they weren’t safe out there, either. This was a risk, but he wasn’t sure it was one they could afford not to take. Finally, when they were deep in the mines, he could no longer hear whatever had been following them. Sighing, He leaned against the wall. With his built-in night vision, he could see clearly; he wasn’t sure if she was the same. It depended what flavor of undead she was, he figured. “I think we should hang out for a little while,” he said lowly. “Make sure it’s really gone. Then we can circle back up to the surface. Okay?”

“That makes sense, yeah. I’ve heard of people getting lost down here.” Ariadne did her best to calm her nerves, even if it only worked so much. Which was to say, not entirely at all, but she’d fake it if she had to, because the last thing she wanted was to give him more reason to worry, when she hadn’t even planned on him noticing that she was there in the first place.

“Sorry - I shouldn’t - never mind.” She pressed her lips together, because being quiet was part of the deal of her getting to still follow him around, and even if she was so anxious she felt like she could melt into the ground, Ariadne liked the fact that she actually felt curious, actually curious and wanting to do more than feel bad about herself and what she’d become.

“Let’s go,” she echoed him, balling her hands into fists, taking in a breath that she supposed she didn’t technically need (but that made her feel better), and began to follow him. Soon enough, they were deep into the mines - and she could see perfectly - and it didn’t seem like anybody was there. “I - yeah. Okay.” She whispered. “We can hang out, make sure things are okay.” Somehow, the way that he said it made it seem more possible than just her thoughts alone. Ariadne wasn’t going to question that, and held onto the thanks that threatened to cross her lips firmly. She could thank him once they were out, right?

It was funny, how quickly her presence had gone from irritating to terrifying. When he’d first realized it was an undead kid following him, all he’d wanted was for her to leave. But now? If she broke off from him, she’d be a sitting goddamn duck, mare or no. And that had his heart pounding in his fucking chest. Emilio wasn’t stupid. He knew he had a soft spot that was shaped like a kid, knew he stopped thinking logically the moment someone young enough looked lost enough. Her being here was dangerous, and not just for her. It could spell out an end for him, too.

He clenched his jaw as she apologized for what must have been the ten thousandth time. She was definitely different than other kids he’d met in Wicked’s Rest, different than Nora or Ren or the kid in the woods with the goddamn cheese sludge. Quieter, less certain. He wondered if it was because of her death. People — the nonhunter kind of people — said sometimes that kids thought they were invincible, but undead kids must know they weren’t. They’d already had it proven to them once, after all.

Without responding, he led her deeper into the mines, and he thought it was worrying that she followed. He was doing it for her safety, of course, but why did she trust that? Why did she believe him? It was taking everything he had not to launch into a very dad-shaped lecture about following strangers into mines, but he figured he could save that for after they got out of here. As much as he hated how trusting the kid was, it was working to his advantage for the time being. If she got spooked and ran off, it’d be bad. “Don’t think we need to wait long,” he said. “Just long enough for…” He stopped. That feeling of undead nearby had, of course, been creeping up the back of his neck since he’d first registered her presence. But it felt a little different now. More intense. Like… “Something else is here.” It was all he had time to say before it burst out of the tunnel he was standing next to. 

She would have understood if he’d asked her to leave - either calmly, or with any great deal of frustration – and all of that would have been exceptionally warranted, given everything. Given the fact that Ariadne knew that she was likely far more trouble than she was benefit, but if she focused on that she’d just mess something else up and get Emilio hurt, and then she’d have to live with that, and selfish as it was to think of things that way, she couldn’t help it.

“Something else?” She gulped, the reality of the entire situation sinking in more - as much as it had been real this whole time, Ariadne couldn’t help but feel a rising sense of panic - something that she was sure that she was supposed to take advantage of, if she was a halfway decent mare. Except that she wasn’t even a quarter decent, and at least this time around it kept her from longing to scare someone who’d done nothing but help her. 

All of a sudden there was a loud bang - an explosion almost, before something appeared out of the wall and Ariadne felt herself tense up, shrink into herself. “They - I -” she stammered, only for a moment. “Those - we should run, right? Or - are - yeah?”

He recognized it, albeit only by reputation. Emilio had never seen them in person before — he’d never imagined he would. Maybe that was stupid of him, all things considered. Wicked’s Rest was a town full of undead things — of course its famous mines would be home to celestial roes. He cursed quietly as the thing approached them, slow and menacing.

“No,” he bit out, gritting his teeth. Running only meant leaving the problem for someone else to deal with, and Emilio hated that. He had to look out for the kid… but he had to look out for every other idiot in this town, too. If they didn’t do something about the roe today, someone else would find it in the future. They needed to trap it somewhere. They needed… “This is a mine. Yes? We need dynamite. Explosives. Something to blow a wall down. Then we lead it down to a corridor, and we trap it.”

He paused, considering how to proceed. He had an idea… but he didn’t like it. He couldn’t imagine she would, either. “Cut to the chase,” he said, turning to look at her. The roe was slow moving, so they had some time to talk. Just… not a lot. “You’re a mare. Aren’t you?”

“I’ve never blown up dynamite.” Which was an extraordinarily stupid sort of thing to say, but Ariadne couldn’t help it. “But okay. Okay, that sounds good.” Good was hardly the right word for it, but she didn’t really know what was the right word. What sort of word made sense to approve of exploding something and trapping something, even if it was, like, Bad, or something. But Emilio seemed to know what he was doing, and putting her faith in him was easier than stewing in her own worries, so she let him talk. 

“I.” She paused. How did so many people figure it out that fast. “I am. But I don’t hurt people. Or I don’t try to. I - yeah. I’m a mare. As of last year.” The words came out in a rush, though Ariadne was proud of herself for not crying. “I - I’m not - what’s your plan?”

“Me either,” Emilio admitted. Slayers didn’t typically play with explosives. It struck him as something Rhett might enjoy, but he quickly pushed the thought from his mind. Thinking of his brother, even in passing, while he was trying to save an undead kid… It only served to remind him of what a disappointment Rhett would see him as once he found out. And he couldn’t focus on that now. He needed to focus on this moment, on this kid, on this fucking roe. The existential shit could wait.

He shook his head as she began overexplaining. “That doesn’t matter right now.” Though he found he did believe the claim that she didn’t try to hurt people. He thought of his own experience with a mare, the way the nightmare stayed with him for weeks after. It had never come back, after the fact. Maybe that was a mare’s version of ‘not hurting.’ Maybe it was the only option they had.

“We need to get it in a closed off area, and I need to blow the wall so it’ll have to stay there. But I need someone to stay with it and make sure it doesn’t slip out before the dynamite goes off. You can… move, right? In the —” He grunted, frustrated with the fact that he didn’t know how to convey this in English. “The proyección astral thing that mares do, that lets them get away. You know how to do that, yes? I want you to stay with it and keep it from getting away until I blow the wall. Then you come out with that.”

“That’s good!” Ariadne forced herself to be more chipper than perhaps was appropriate. She made a small face. “I – sorry. Yes, that’s helpful. I’m glad about that. Though I mean, if you did, that’d be fine. It’s all okay.” She just wanted to be out of here. This was why she didn’t go out of her way to have too many adventures. Because that just ended her up in situations like this one, and normally she didn’t have adults like Emilio who could help get her out of said situations. 

“Okay. Okay, sorry. Doesn’t matter. I’ll – you asked me to be quiet and I’m failing at that.” She bit down on her tongue about has hard as she could tolerate. Just over enough to make sure that she actually stopped and listened to what Emilio had to say. At least he wasn’t asking her many more questions about what she’d said. About what she was. 

“I – yes.” Ariadne gulped a breath of air that she didn’t really need. “I – I’m alright at it.” She was actually more than alright, but any sort of bragging about being monstrous or even monster-adjacent was not something that she was going to even sort of attempt right now. “I can do that. I’ll help you. Yes.” 

She was eager to please, wasn’t she? Agreeing with everything he said, insisting that it was good even when nothing about this situation was particularly positive. Optimism was an unfamiliar beast, for Emilio. It wasn’t a thing hunters tended to carry well, wasn’t a weapon any of them learned to wield. As a hunter, you could be a pessimist or you could be a realist. Emilio wasn’t entirely sure there was any kind of a difference between the two. 

“No, it —” He groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s fine now. It knows we’re here, too late for quiet.” Sneaking was only feasible if you were trying to get away without the monster knowing you were near. They were past that now.

He nodded, relieved that they at least had all the parts in place for the plan to work. “Okay,” he agreed. “Okay, yeah. I’m going to grab the dynamite. You lead it off. All right? Into some place enclosed, but with enough space that you can be far away from the blast. So you don’t get hurt. I’ll blow the wall down, you get out, then we walk back up to the surface together. Sound good?”

“Still, I don’t want to make things worse.” Though Ariadne wondered, perhaps, if she was making things worse by default through her near-constant commentary on not wanting that. Still, not something to focus on now. Whenever she lay in bed later, she could stare up at the ceiling and ponder what many things she’d done to mess up. 

Right now, though, she could help, and she’d do it, no matter what happened. “Yep, I’ll do it, and I’ll make sure I don’t get hurt, though I dunno if I can, really, uh, because of the whole mare thing. Still. Safe. I’ll be that. I like being that.” Just opposite of her cousin, but Emilio didn’t need to hear about that, and Ariadne didn’t need to focus on that. “I’m - I’ll go, now.” And so she took off, darting into an enclosed crater-like formation in the wall. She could only hope the creature would follow her there.

“Doesn’t get much worse, kid.” They were trapped in a mine with an undead creature Emilio had only heard about, the kind that was impossible to kill without consequence. There were very few scenarios worse than this one, whether she talked or not. But her being quiet wasn’t exactly a bad thing, either; at least it would make it a little easier for Emilio to think. 

Looking at her carefully, he narrowed his eyes. “You can still get hurt,” he told her flatly. “Yes, you can still get hurt. You need to know that.” He didn’t want the kid running around assuming she was invincible; that was going to end poorly. She took off, and he nodded, sighing to himself. Whatever. They could handle the Q&A above ground.

Wandering down a chamber, Emilio searched until he found an area with some equipment. It was dusty and old; he doubted it had been used in quite a while. But there was a stick of dynamite that wasn’t too damp to light, and he grabbed it and headed back towards the mare and the monster as quickly as he was able. “Kid,” he called through the mine, “I’m headed back to you. Are you ready?”

“That’s fair.” Even if Ariadne wanted to refute his statement, because stuff could get worse, but there was also a part of her who wanted to say that life was normally golden and good - which it was, but not in the way that most people would have expected, and her jokes were usually tinged with the slightest bit of sadness, anyhow. Even when she wasn’t intentionally being that way. 

“I - I know.” She looked down at the ground. “I know I can, I can get badly hurt, but I’m still better suited than humans.” Ariadne’s eyes widened at that statement. “I didn’t mean like - I’m not better than anybody, in fact, I’m worse than most, but yeah - I just mean, better me getting stuck with it than a human.”

After what felt like far too long and far too short, she heard his voice again. “Yeah, yeah I am. Just - do it when you’re ready.”

She was clearly new to this, and she clearly wouldn’t have chosen it if she’d been given a choice. That was the kind of thing that Emilio felt made it easier to reform as a slayer than as a ranger or a warden — none of the people Emilio had ever hunted had been born as they were. A good number of them chose to become it, asked someone to turn them for one reason or another. It made it a little easier to shift, to recognize that the ones that hadn’t chose it were set apart.

It also meant there were less kids. The undead didn’t typically turn children, for a lot of reasons. Even twenty-somethings like this kid were rarer than older ones. He thought if he’d been born a ranger or a warden, if he’d been dealing with kids like this all his life, he might have turned heel sooner. He liked to think that. He wasn’t sure if it was true.

He left without saying anything else, didn’t speak again until he was asking her if she was ready and she was saying she was. “All right,” he agreed, following the sound of her voice to a narrow opening. Sharp eyes peered through the darkness, seeing that she’d led the monster inside and that the only escape was the one he was standing in front of. Perfect. “Count of three. Okay? Uno, dos…”

The explosion rocked the mines. Rocks fell from the ceiling, and Emilio just barely dodged a sizable one landing on his head. When the dust settled, the opening he’d been standing in front of was gone, replaced by stone and earth. “Okay, kid. Hope you can still hear me. Come on out, through the astral.”

She figured that if she was helping with this sort of thing, maybe – just maybe that meant she was still good - or, not good, but that there was maybe some bit of good still left in her. That she hadn’t totally destroyed who she was. Ariadne sniffled for a moment.

Ariadne let herself take in deep breaths that she really didn’t need as he counted. The explosion was still louder than she would have thought it’d be. So much so, that his voice made her jump, shake her head, re-remind herself that she was supposed to come out of this, and so she took another deep breath and focused on her memory of the space outside of the cave, and before she knew it, she was there, and shook her head, wiping a bit of mine-dust off her nose.

“Here. I’m - did we do it? Did you do it, I mean?”

There was a moment of quiet, a moment where the empty caverns of the mine stood still and, for a second, Emilio worried that he’d fucked up. That something had landed on her and crushed her, that he’d killed the kid in trapping the monster. He shouldn’t feel a panic at that, not with an undead kid, not when he was supposed to be a slayer, but he felt it anyway. That quiet fear, that cold dread.

And then, she was out in the open with him, and he let out a heavy breath of relief. Unharmed, in one piece. He could hear movement from the cavern she’d vacated, the angry sounds of a trapped beast. He didn’t know if it would hold it forever, but it didn’t need to. If he remembered right, these things had no idea how to get out of their respective ‘homes’ unless there was someone to follow. And after Emilio and the kid left, there’d be nothing left to follow.

“Yeah, kid,” he sighed, nodding his head. “We did it. Couldn’t have done it without you.” At least, not nearly as easily. “Come on. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

She’d helped. In some small way, but she’d still helped. Not made things worse, for once. “Let’s go, please. And I promise not to follow you into the woods anymore, without asking.” Ariadne sighed. “But yes. I think I need a shower, or - well, not a nap, but just to lie down. Thanks for not leaving me down there.” She offered him a small smile. “And thanks for saying I helped, too.”

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

Hi, M!

Congrats on the 500 milestone!

I'd like to request

Orome x fem reader

Prompt list 1 is all so good but I think I'll go with either "Spread your legs wider" or "Show me how much you need me"

Make it extra spicy, please!

Thank you 🫣😋😚

Thank you for the ask! As for your prompt selection, how about we combine both?

Prompts: "Spread your legs wider" and "Show me how much you need me" | Setting: Woods of Oromë

“The chase”

Pairing: Oromë x Fem. reader (Maia | Second person POV)

Themes: Smut | Soft

Warnings : Kissing | Dirty talk | Fingering | Penetrative sex | Public sex | Rough sex 

Word count: 1.3k words

Summary: A game of hide and seek ends up being more than that.

Rating: 🔥🔥| Minors DNI | 18+

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Telperion’s pale light lit up the meadow. It was pretty, with a little pond and fireflies all over. Vivid streaks of blue and silver mingled with the gold of the fireflies, making the water sparkle as if a thousand stars blinked beneath the surface. It was most spectacular, but you couldn't stay to enjoy it. Not while the chase was still afoot.

"Where are you, little sparrow?" A deep voice echoed through the woods. "Come out! Come out wherever you are!"

You picked up your skirts and ran, giggling merrily to yourself. Oromë was out there, somewhere, trailing you like the skilled hunter that he was. It was a game the two of you sometimes played, with him tracking you and you hiding from him. And he always found you. No matter where you hid or what you did, Oromë always found you and always claimed his reward. You felt your skin prickle at that thought and wondered how he would claim his reward after catching you this time.

You heard nothing, save for the leaves rustling in the wind and the grass crunching beneath your feet. You saw nothing, save for the trees that stood like silent sentinels and the fireflies flitting about. That was the problem with Oromë, for he was most skilled at concealing himself. He could be a foot behind you, and you wouldn't even notice. Not until he was practically on top of you. You ran and ran, questioning your decision to run around in nothing but a nightgown and a robe. If one of the other Ainur saw you...

"There you are!" Oromë suddenly appeared from behind the trees and tackled you to the ground, bringing you down on the soft spring grass with a low thud.

"My lord," you giggled, breathless and giddy, as he caged you to the ground. "This is most unfair. I can never escape you."

Oromë merely chuckled and kept you pinned beneath him, his arms holding you in a loose embrace. "I thought you never wanted to escape me."

"Fibber," you lied, and rather poorly at that. Deep down, there was a small part of you that longed to be found, to be captured, and these chases were something you always looked forward to.

Oromë laughed this time, the star-like flecks in his inky black eyes gleaming with a light all of their own. "You are in no position to call me a liar," he grinned, his hand already undoing the belt on your robe. "For I can see it in your eyes. Oh yes. Deep down, you want me to find you. And claim you. And have my way with you. Do you deny it?"

You couldn't deny it and shook your head. Oromë grinned, a slow, wicked grin, as he drew away your robe and exposed the wisps that lay beneath. "What is this?" he asked, eyeing the sheer material with darkening eyes.

"A new nightgown," you said, your heart fluttering when his hand glided over the fabric. "One the Eldar prefers. Do you like it?"

"Indeed," Oromë kept looking at the shift, at how it moved beneath his hand, at how the material left little to the imagination, and at how it clung to you with every breath you took. "Such a shame though, to have to rip it all up."

"My lord," you muttered half-heartedly, your defenses slowly crumbling when his hand went lower, tugging at your skirts and hiking them up to your waist so he could run his hand down your thigh. "I cannot go back to the halls in tattered garments! What will everyone think?"

Oromë smirked, his eye glinting wickedly. "I do not care what the others think. And neither should you." He propped himself up on his elbow, his free hand gliding along the inside of your thigh. "Now, I believe it is time for my reward."

Your agreement was drowned in his kiss, one that was hungry and so demanding, his tongue forcing its way past your lips. Oromë growled when your arms twined around his shoulders and your fingers dug into his tunic.

"Go on," he sighed blissfully when you moaned his name. "Show me how much you need me."

That undid you, and you kissed him back with equal fire, your fingers nearly ripping at his clothes. Oromë's hand streaked its way all over your thigh and belly, moving over your shift and yanking down at your collar in a swift but impatient move. There was a sharp rip, and the cloth tore clean down the center. You were past caring at this point, and the cool air dancing over your skin only served to inflame you even more.

"Mmm, little sparrow," Oromë touched you again and again, his hand greedy and possessive, warming your exposed fana wherever it touched. "How I love the sounds you make."

You had been babbling his name, begging him to take you right there on the forest floor. It was so sweet and heady to hear, and Oromë gladly obliged, cupping you first, slowly rubbing his fingers over your slick heat. His touch was slow and rhythmic, stoking the heat already pooling in your belly. Oromë couldn't help but groan when you ground into his hand.

"Soaking wet for me already," he muttered in satisfaction. "Good. I'm going to fuck you until I feel that sweet little cunt of yours clenching around my cock."

"Please, my lord," you mewled helplessly. You felt like you were already burning to your core, your fana aching with growing need. You couldn't wait anymore. You wanted him inside of you now. "Just take me, my lord. Please."

Oromë growled and let go, helping you undo the clasps of his breeches. The two of you were impatient and fumbled, and you giggled at each other's clumsiness. It still served, and his erection soon filled your hand. Oromë closed his eyes as you stroked him, the lewd sounds he made peppering the air repeatedly. The warmth of your touch was not enough for him, and he pushed you onto your back, moaning when your hands delved into his thick black hair. 

"Spread your legs wider," he breathed, his voice already rough, his length already piercing your entrance. You rested your legs over his, a deep moan spilling past your lips when he entered you in one thrust, his cock filling the very deepest parts of your throbbing cunt. When your next moan spilled free he moved, fucking you slowly, his lips and teeth already marking the soft flesh around your throat.

His hips ground against the insides of your thighs; his hand gripped hard at your hip, his fingers leaving little crescent-shaped bruises and marring your skin. His moans soon matched yours; his sinful mouth left its mark all over your throat. You encouraged him, to be rougher, to go harder and faster, his thrusts growing more erratic each time he pushed his hips in and pushed you harder against the ground. Your fana tensed as this wave of unimaginable bliss rose higher and higher, pulling you into a dark tunnel of desire. Your hands raked through Oromë's hair, tugging at it and making him moan even more. You were so close, so very close. So was he. When you cried out and your walls clenched around his cock, he surrendered as his orgasm ripped through him. He moaned, a deep, throaty moan, as he spilled his seed, his body slowly coming to rest over yours. 

Consciousness came slowly as you blinked and opened your eyes. Oromë was still on top of you, his chest heaving against yours. "My lord," you whispered, smoothing back his hair. The sweet scent of him, that of a pine forest in spring, mixed with the scent of new grass and wildflowers, and you couldn't help but take a deep breath of all of it. "Do we have to go back?"

"We must," Oromë murmured reluctantly, and he moved to his side, taking you with him. "In case someone comes looking for us. You can use my cloak. No one will say anything."

Tags: @cilil @asianbutnotjapanese @fictionfordays @edensrose

[glitchydyke]

Top 10 fictional babygirl meow meow men?

YES MY FUCKING SILLIES

1. adam i cannot stress how much obsessed with him i’ve become. he is literally everything to me HES MY SOGGY CAT GIRLFRIEND AND I AM KISSING HIM SO MUCH RIGHT NOW THIS SECOND. RESTRAINING MYSELF FROM GOING ON A TANGENT ABT HIM RN

2. EDGEWORTHHH hes my babygirl i want to wrap him in a blanket and hold him close :) he has so many issues you would not believe

3. BYAKUYA. SHAKING HIM REPEATEDLY WHAT IS WRONG W THIS GUY

4. loid forger he has so many illnesses in his brain hes like a guy to me. congrats to WISE they malewifed their top spy

5. phoenix wright HE IS SO SILLIE. hes like if a girlfriend was a guy

6. LAWRENCE FROM SAW MY FRIEND LAWRENCE FROM SAW. CRINGEFAIL GAY BEST FRIEND I HOPE HE EXPLODES but then i would put him back together afterwards

7. HUNTER and the reason he’s not higher on this list is bc in my heart hes a meow meow baby not a man. do you get me. thats a child. my son. he is however sopping wet

8. CHAT NOIR MY FUNNY GUY. kitty :)

9. tom wachowski u have to trust me on this one. hes shapey

10. mark hoffman and the only reason he’s not higher is bc ive only partially met him so far. i do however deeply enjoy his role in the saw movies being 1. bitchboy and 2. whore. cant wait to see him fuck a man live on screen

[anxiouslyeccentric]

Work at a locally owned retro game store here! We glare at places that overcharge for anything, so lemme lay some shtuffs out for u lovely peeps

No box, charger included:

You're looking at about $130-$170 for a base model 3ds,

$80-$100 for a base 2DS (more if it's a special edition) -((no 3D slider, will play 3ds games, but only 2D gameplay))

about $180 to $275 for "New" 3DS models ("new" in this context means it's a more advance version of the system, able to play "new" 3ds games, of which there are 4 physically I can think of, minecraft for 3ds being one of them. To clarify, a base model 3ds cannot play minecraft, but a "new" 3ds or "new" 2ds can. "New" in this context doesnt refer to whether or not the 3ds has been opened, it's just a silly way to refer to a hardware revision. You can tell a 3ds is a "new" model by a tiny grey rubbery nipple above the "A B X Y" Buttons.) These models can range a bit, since a lot of the new 3ds's have interchangeable plates, which just the plates are pretty saught after. Monster hunter plates go for about $80, splatoon $60, and pokemon kaiseki 151 for about $300 on a good day. A system with Base gray plates or mario/zelda plates? You're looking at a range of $230 to $300, again kinda depended on the plates. Highly customizable, and a personal fave of mine, but be ready to pay XD

New 2DS XL? There'll generally look like the orange/white or black/blue models if you're in America, not accounting for the special editions. Theyll have that same grey nipple and theyll run you somewhere in the $200s. They dont have a 3D slider, but they're overall pretty great systems, just be weary that it's so blindingly frustrating to repair top screens that most technicians with the experience to be able to work on them will just say no, so if you get one, be sure to keep it in a case and try not to toss it around. Once that top screen's damaged, yr boned.

And lastly, the big one.

The New 3DS XL. 3D slider, "new" software, grey nipple. Most common variant you'll see in America is usually the galaxy top shell one that looks like it belongs on a tumblr blog XD. Great systems, wonderful candidates for modding, great form factor. The base models will usually run around $275 to the low to mid $300s. Like with every other system, if it's a special edition of any kind, it's gonna be pricey, but more so since these are the XL of the last variant of 3DS's ever released by nintendo.

Couple of house keepings:

Look at the screens. Not just talking about damage or defects. 3DS's had a sort of lottery going on in the factories on what kind of screens they got; TP (basic, fine but nothing crazy) and IPS (Nicer quality, but only noticable when side by side) and the way to tell is to tilt the system to the left or right, and if the contents of the screen remain visible, congrats! It's an IPS screen! This can be found with top screens, top AND bottom screens, or just bottom screens. They can have any combination of IPS or TP, and while this "CURRENTLY" doesnt affect the price of what we sell them for, (much like types 1, 2 and 3 of factory gamecube controllers) it could very well contribute to pricing in the future, so something to keep in mind.

And LASTLY

Curious about anything or everything I've said here? Wanna hold me accountable and call me on what I'm saying? YES YOU DO! Google Pricecharting. Type in "3DS" and scroll til you find one you like, and look at some prices! See how they fluctuate, and keep in mind that price charting only factors in SOLD online listing from sites like Ebay, NOT LISTED PRICES! So if you see a launch model base 3ds in black with no box and one game and they want $500 for it? Pricecharting what that game is, and if it ain't Barbie Groom and Glam Pups, you know that twat is scum. Onto the next listing! Remember kids: Scalpers only win if you pay their outrageous prices. Local brick and mortar store? Ask them to price check their game and pull up price charting to compare! Hold us accountable! That's how my place has such a stronghold on our regulars. We're transparent and we dont overcharge. Keep us honest! Get your system of choice and enjoy the 3DS! It's still to this day Nintendo's best handheld console!

Tah! <3

I dont know who else to ask, but is 166.96 USD a good price for a japanese n3dsxl? It says used but it looks perfectly fine to me

I'd say it's a good price! I've spent 200 on an n3DSXL out of box (in person mind you- so it was more expensive than online) if you think it's in good condition then I'd say go for it. Keep in mind that japanese shipping will cost about ~$20 to the united states.

[arceoptryx]

I posted 1,217 times in 2022

That's 1,217 more posts than 2021!

424 posts created (35%)

793 posts reblogged (65%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

arcaeasine

pomodoko

orangekingfisher

vesperway

nervousmonolith

I tagged 336 of my posts in 2022

#artcaeasine - 38 posts

#digital art - 19 posts

#here filter out my thoughts - 17 posts

#illustration - 16 posts

#my art - 15 posts

#clip studio paint - 14 posts

#mcyt fanart - 13 posts

#mcsr - 13 posts

#oc art - 13 posts

#self reblog - 12 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#didnt list this as an inspiration but my foundational internet experience was being in the twitch plays pokemon community long past its peak

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

doodle of guy whose base has crabs

125 notes - Posted November 14, 2022

#4

oranged ocelot ??? no way no way no way no way sooooo epic

148 notes - Posted April 25, 2022

#3

build a vault. go on. do it. i swear to god.

no yeah uhh interpretation of the architect vaults from ye olde vault hunters minecraft modpack y'know. nah because i only really got into watching the smp during the bav event (the streamers i watched b4 that went inactive sajj) ,,, good times good times.

148 notes - Posted February 7, 2022

#2

fucked around and made a vh!tubbo design because the series doesn't get enough fanart and I'm the change i want to see in the world. bossman shows up after 6 months and makes himself a problem to everyone, honestly an iconic move.

158 notes - Posted January 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

congrats mr streamer man on (hopefully) finishing automating / semi-automating every vault altar requirement. been an experience to watch. also don't talk to me about the color change effect on the crystals it was so tedious to draw. still version under the cut.

258 notes - Posted January 18, 2022

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[silverbladexyz]

I'm one of your new followers but congrats on 100 followers. Can I have a matchup? I am not caught up with the bsd manga. I've finished the anime. I want a parent figure.

Name: Hunter

Pronouns: He/they

Gender: Transmasc

Star Sign: Scorpio

Personality Type: INFP

I normally get well with people who are friendly and wouldn't care that I don't talk much and would approach me first. I can't stand people who are rude in a not joking way, people who try to get under peoples skin.

Hobbies: Reading, watching true crime, listing to rock and metal music, humming, playing guitar, and shopping for gothic clothes

Fun Facts: I have ADHD, bipolar, depression, and psycosis. I'm studying criminal psychology. I'm interested in a brain aspect of someone.

Hi Hunter! Thank you, and welcome to the event! :)

The image does not belong to me. It belongs to it's original owner.

Calculating...

Your parent figure is... YOSANO AKIKO!!!

-Yosano wouldn't really mind the fact that you don't talk much, since she also likes staying in comfortable silence. However, she also is perfectly happy starting conversations with you about anything really

-I feel like she also shares many of your hobbies. Drop her some book recommendations! Her favourite genre would probably be crime and anything morbid really

-Shopping? Yosano would bring you to all of her shopping trips now (if you want her to). She would buy some gothic clothes as well since I headcanon that she likes the colour black as well. And she will also wear matching clothes with you for fun sometimes ^-^

-She is interested in criminal psychology and brain aspects as well. Being a doctor, she is able to help you with your studies in criminal psychology. If you asked for it, she would actually teach you more about the brain aspects of different people, and her own experiences dealing with criminals. Yosano is actually quite good at teaching you too; you’d be getting A++ grades in criminal psychology ^-^

-Yosano likes the sound of your humming. She finds it nice to listen to, however if you were humming because you were stressed or anxious, she’s immediately trying to help you feel more relaxed. But if you wanted some time alone, she does understand you and will respect your boundaries

-I feel like Yosano would be a bit platonically affectionate, especially when she’s had a few drinks. It wouldn’t be too over the top; putting her arm around your shoulders would be the most she’d go. If you were very very stressed, Yosano would even give you a headpat or a hug, but only if you were comfortable with it

-She will try to help you with your mental health. Yosano isn’t the best at comforting, but she does give advice and perform acts of service. She will hang out with you more, talk with you, do fun activities with you, and let her know that she’s there for you! Don’t be afraid of telling Yosano anything, because she’s great at keeping secrets, and no amount of alcohol will make her spill them

-Yosano would be interested in learning the guitar from you. She also likes listening to you play; she’d sit across you on the coach with a glass of red wine after a long, hard day. She is a fast learner, and pretty hardworking as well, so in a few months time her guitar playing would sound amazing

-If anybody is harassing you or just being bad to you in general, Yosano would beat them up. She is very protective over you, and she loves the thrill of teaching a bully a lesson. She even brings her machete depending on how bad that person had hurt you

-Also, Yosano would give you her best treatments; meaning that she won’t traumatise you when she heals you. You find yourself actually not in a lot of pain afterwards, and even when your wounds heal slower, the process is much more better compared to what the other Agency members receive (rip Tanizaki)

-On the weekends and in the holidays, when you two have no work to do, Yosano would be totally down to watching a few true crime documentaries and movies with you. She will be judging how the murderer murdered the victim, and murmuring softly on what a good or bad job they did. But she will watch it mostly in silence so that she wouldn’t disturb you

-Best Mum. That’s all I have to say

I hope you enjoyed it :) Sorry if it was bad 😅

[rexsjaigeyes]

okay okay uuuuhhh 26 + din 🥺👉👈 luv u queen you’re a gem huge big congrats 💖✨‼️💘🥰

Thank you vee!! This one is special bc of your immaculate top energy 😏 you’ll see what I mean...

Prompt #26 by @starrynightdeancas: “That shouldn’t be such a turn on, but holy hell, that is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Din Djarin x gender neutral reader | NSFW, 18+

Words: 992

Warnings: canon-typical violence, suggestive content

A/N: Once again, I changed the prompt’s wording a lil bit bc I can

Din had done some questionable things in his life as a bounty hunter, but he would be damned if he was going to expose you to the same violence he was accustomed to. Aside from the child, you were the most important person in the galaxy to him. So if he had the chance to control a situation that would otherwise be too gruesome to watch, he'd make sure to tone things down for you. This was one of those situations.

In his endeavor to find more Mandalorians, the two of you stumbled across a rather stubborn Arconan who had answers that Din needed. The only trouble was that they weren't keen on giving Din any information without a price. Under normal circumstances, he would have just gotten the information by force, especially since the Arconan seemed to enjoy pushing all his buttons. But you were with him this time, and he promised himself he wouldn't let the situation get out of hand for your sake. So, with much annoyance, Din desperately tried to negotiate a deal with the Arconan so that he could leave before doing something he would regret.

Little did Din know that you were at your wit's end as well, and it was obvious the negotiations weren't going anywhere. Din stiffened when you slammed your hands down on the table you were seated at. Curious about your sudden outburst, he tilted his head in your direction — only to watch in shock as you approached the Arconan in two strides before balling a fist in the front of their tunic and slamming them against a nearby wall.

"I'm tired of your games," you sneered. "Tell us what we want to know or we'll collect the bounty on your head. And don't worry… we don't need the extra credits that come with bringing you in alive," you threatened in a low voice.

Your threat caused the Arconan to tremble, and even Din felt a bit intimidated by your words. He had never seen you like this before, and he wondered how such a sweet and innocent person like you had been hiding this side of you for so long. Din felt a rush of pride and something else that he couldn't put his finger on — until you pushed the Arconan further against the wall, and they let out a squeak. That was when Din understood the odd feeling buzzing through his body. He knew it shouldn’t have been such a turn on to watch you threaten some lowlife, but seeing you take control like that was the hottest thing he had ever seen. For a moment, he didn’t even care about getting the answers he came for — he just wanted to rush back to the ship with you and see if you could take control like that in bed instead.

His heart pounded in his chest, and it was almost like he could hear his heartbeat echo through the hollow beskar of his helmet. Din was so lost in his thoughts of being under your control that he didn’t even realize you had finished prying the information out of the Arconan. His mind felt foggy with lust, but he shook himself out of it and watched as you cuffed the grumbling Arconan to the table with a satisfied smile. It took every effort for Din not to groan as he focused on the way your hands fiddled with the binders to make sure they were secure.

The Arconan pleaded with you to let them go, but neither you nor Din cared about who would find them and claim their bounty. You nudged Din’s shoulder, pulling him from his trance before he stood from his seat and followed you back to the ship. He grimaced at the first movement, realizing that his pants felt tighter than usual. His helmet hid the slight blush forming on his cheeks, but you were too observant to miss the obvious tent in his pants.

He noticed the smirk on your face before you teased, “Wanna talk about what caused you to get all hot and bothered, Mando?”

Din felt like a blubbering mess all of a sudden, not expecting the day to turn out like this at all. The two of you had been intimate with each other many times before, but Din always assumed that you liked it when he was the one in charge. Now, he started to question what it would be like if you took all the weight off his shoulders and showed him what you were really capable of. And by the sly look on your face and the teasing lilt of your voice, he could tell that you were up for the challenge.

Clearing his throat, he muttered, “I won’t lie, it was hot to see you take charge like that. You should do it more often... and in private.” His voice trailed off, and he felt like all the boldness he once had was transferred to you as you confidently strode into the Razor Crest a few steps in front of him.

You waited for him to close the ramp to the ship and join you near the small bunk the two of you shared. His heart felt like it stopped when you beckoned him over with one finger and a devilish grin. You clearly had a plan, and he was eager to find out what it entailed. Din crossed the length of the ship before stopping in front of you, and you twisted your hand around the collar of his cape to pull him closer like you did with the Arconan.

His mouth went dry as you leaned close with a devious twinkle in your eye. He waited with bated breath until you whispered, “If you wanted to find out what it’s like when I’m in charge, you could have just asked. Now be good for me and tell me exactly what you want.”

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[sukirichi]

sukirichi’s 2.4k milestone event

weee another milestone and nooo i couldn’t wait for 2.5k because i’m so excited and happy, thank you so much! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ including HAIKYUU this time around yeeeee! also i don’t have a restaurant aesthetic anymore, just kind of goofing around now! REQUESTS ARE OPEN. 

before you request...

please read about my writings first! it will include the stuff i write and don’t write about. i’m more flexible in nsfw works, so if you really want to try for a kink, just send me in and if the idea is up to my liking, we’ll see how it goes! 

please be patient and nice! if i don’t like the tone of your request or if you’re ‘demanding’ me, aka, “hey, write this for me, this concept...” your ask will immediately be deleted!

no requesting of the same idea to other writers please!

please keep in mind i don’t do too much canon-heavy plots, aka really specific canon events and how they lead up to one another. i don’t read the manga for both jjk and haikyuu ʕっ• ᴥ • ʔっ

I do not do headcanons anymore. I’m not good at them LMAO.

i feel a lot more laid back in my writings now, so i’ll only be taking requests that i want to write for! the accepted requests will be listed down below as i organize them

you may refer to my first milestone event if you want more ideas for AU requests! you no longer need to include the numbers/spices/ingredients format used in that. just send whatever idea you want ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU. whichever idea i love the MOST will be turned into a series just because I want to try new things hehe!

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, miya twins, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, ushijima wakatoshi, bokuto koutarou, akaashi keiji, tetsuro kuroo

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuuta

: kenma kozume

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin, ryoumen sukuna, gojo satoru

: suna rintarou, kageyama tobio, kita shinsuke, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

accepted requests: (only accepting the ones that interest me for now!)

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RYOUMEN SUKUNA: hello love!! i know it LITERALLY just came out but would you consider a pt 2 or a drabble for sweet lies? where megumi either catches her and sukuna or she genuinely starts moving on uasdfghj i'm convinced that megumi heard her fucking sukuna in the bathroom <3 anyways pls feel free to ignore me too

RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ma’am , i beg of u ,,, spare husband! sukuna x wife! reader drabble. I just read your arranged marriage AU and lordddd i’m obsessed. How long did it take for him to take her virginity 😳? i’m so curious as to how that went down read here: black magic [02]

⭐⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA:  Yooooo how about Rockstar Sukuna seducing his manager ehehehehe~ 

⭐ RYOUMEN SUKUNA: Ok but... pirate captain Sukuna 👀👀👀 I’m havin some Thots ngl 🥵🤤 I can’t decide whether reader should be the first mate and they’re a kickass Power Couple 💪😎or if she should be a stowaway who gets found out and has to pay for her passage with her body 😩😉

OKKOTSU YUTA: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi saw that your request are open and congrats for the 2.4k !! 🎊 if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that's his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it's y/n and she doesn't die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3 | kiss me more

⭐ OKKOTSU YUTA: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: Toge's S/O being so sad that even when he says "smile" it doesn't work( also saw that in TikTok)

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi can i request a scenario in which inumaki and okkotsu gets hit with a curse(?) That makes them a clone but the clone is a kid and seeing their gf taking care of the baby please thank youuu

INUMAKI TOGE: We both be weak for yuuta and toge😩 congrats 2.4k btw. so i'll request that for the event! poly!yuuta and toge. i see that you only write sfw for them so fluff. u can think of anything you want for it..and yes we simp for both of them i love them sm🤧

⭐ INUMAKI TOGE: Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta's sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please🥺Maybe they meet one day when she went to visit the school? Or she's a new sorcerer. Aahhhh I can't think of anything so I'll leave it up to your wonderful mind😌 Thank you! And again congrats! | crush

INUMAKI TOGE: SUKI OMG SIREN AU WITH TOGE AND DEAF READERHis voice hypnotizes all who hear it but she’s unaffected and he’s shook lmao 😂 She teaches him human sign language so they can communicate 🥺 maybe when he realizes he likes her he brings her seashells and other shiny things from the sea floor and it’s so cute 🥰 just 🥺🥺 siren Toge 🥺🥺🥺 (DEBATING)

GOJO SATORU: Hello dear Suki! 🤗 congrats on your more than deserved milestone 👏🏼🥳 I know it’s not the restaurant aesthetic anymore but still, thank you for being a Michelin-star chef spoiling the fandom with your food 🤤👀 I’d love to request the following: ingredient 66 with sugar 8 & 9 and Gojou as cherry on top 🥰 some heavy angst with a happy / smutty ending. additional 🍪 for inspiration - „Best friends don’t look at each other the way you look at her. You never know what will happen, tomorrow might be too late“. Have a lovely day dear 💕

GOJO SATORU: Congrats on 2.4K!!!! May I please request a fic where the reader has like. Zero reaction to Gojo? And he’s kinda shook bc people either adore him or hate him, but here’s reader acting like he’s just a normal dude. And he starts falling for her bc he’s never experienced that before

⭐ GOJO SATORU: a reader that likes Gojo but immediately says N O P E bc they clock that he’s at risk of breaking their heart so they just try to avoid getting close to him despite being a teacher stuck with him a lot of the time. And Gojo is just like ??? But I like you??? Why are you always avoiding me? “I’m tired of you acting like I can’t commit to something. Committing to you is easy.”

⭐ GOJO SATORU: ♡Soft nsfw scenario with s/o and gojo while outside is snowing read here: cold

⭐ GOJO SATORU: Ohoho~ another milestone! Congrats~Can I get Vampire!Satoru x Monster Hunter!Reader where he “proves” to her that all of his victims came willingly(I think from the AU choice you’ll know exactly who I am lol 😉)

⭐ GOJO SATORU: hello! first and foremost, congratulations on reaching 2.4k! i love your writing and its just oh my goodness <3 your stories made my heart squeezed! second of all, i'd like to propose a request for a story. fluff/angst (up to you! your way of writing is just superb) mixed with nsfw gojo satoru. a modern business tycoon au where he just lost his wife and is overprotective of his 1 year old toddler. you're his new staff in the office and is treated badly bcs you know, new staff. one day, you stumbled upon your boss and his baby in a shop, who wont stop crying and he took an interest in you when you managed to calm his kid down. he hired you as his babysitter + made you move into his estate. from there, your life changed! also, thank you for accompanying my days with your stories, it's marvelous! 💕

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: okay i thought you might like this idea for the event (or maybe not lol) - naoya coming home to his beloved little housewife and feels like giving her a treat for being such a good girl.,,.,, read: man's gonna re-arrange your guts and have some soft moments with you after (not that he would ever admit that shsghshsj) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ | good girl

NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Stage magician Naoya and his cute little assistant, where every other trick works to undress or strategically rip her outfit so he can show off his little bunny to the crowd before fucking her brainless backstage

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE:  listen ,,,,, ur naoya hate fic goes crazy stupid may i add something. naoya being overprotective like reader is so pretty and many of the clan men look at them a lottttt and naoya out of nowhere will kiss you in front of them or will grab them in front the maids and workers. then reader becomes mad and they get into an argument and then hate fuck :D lmaoo  (THIS REQUEST PLEASEEEE SEND ME TO HEAVEN) ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ NAOYA ZENIN MY BAE: Omg Suki! Congrats on the 2.4k! So uhmm I decided to take a break from the Kita/Naoya twin au angst 👉👈 idk if you are still accepting requests but HAS ANYONE EVER MENTIONED OR HAVE YOU EVER CONSIDERED SUGAR DADDY NAOYA????? 🥺 -🌸

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: Megumi being insecure about his eyes because they are a very light green colour( like in manga) so he wears blue contacts( I saw that on TikTok and... big brain energy)

⭐ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI: SUKI, HI! First of all, congrats on 2.4K you absolutely deserve every single milestone coming your way 💞💞If it’s not too much to ask may I request a one-shot with megumi where he’s jealous that his fem!crush is spending more time with Itadori and sees how she enjoys his company a lot but it’s purely platonic? Reader likes megumi too and they both need that push in the right direction?Thanks so much if you decide to write this 🥺💖 I seriously love your writing and your big brain sm

CHOSO: Could you write something with Choso and the reader that has a toxic mother (if that actually exists.  She controls everything the reader does, and plays with her mind/ feelings making her feel like she's the bad one)?But after a fight with the mom, the reader has enough and just leaves deciding they will finally do what they want, ending up at a tattoo shop, where Choso is the tattoo artist.Ngl, i'd like this to be nsfw because i am thirsting for this man ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)Don't really have kink preferences but if you could include size and breeding kink then i'd be hella thankful ☺

GETOU SUGURU: Yo how about a Victorian AU with Gentleman Thief!Getou and Debutante!Reader nsfw 👀👀 maybe she hears something in the dark and goes to investigate and gets pressed to the wall with a knife at her throat 👀🥵

FUSHIGURO TOJI: can we get a part two of the "lessons learned" toji fic 👉🏽👈🏽 maybe him fucking and overstimulating her so hard she cries and begs for mercy but no mercy will be given. maybe he uses the same handcuffs she used for him on her 🥰 maybe some manhandling cause im a hoe for letting a man throw me around

⭐ KAGEYAMA TOBIO (fckin finally): kageyama tobio x reader fic for mutual virginity loss? maybe they just haven’t had time with him being a fancy schmancy volleyball player, maybe there’s just nerves, i don’t know! i’ll leave it up to u babe <3

⭐ SUNA RINTARO: hi!! congrats on the 2.4k HEHE just wanted to request a suna and tattoo/flower shop au? idk just the thought of tattooed suna is like. mm yes

⭐ SUNA RINTARO/AKAASHI KEIJI: hi suki!! i’m so excited for your event! so i rarely ever see someone else who loves both akaashi and suna so i was wondering if you could write something for them! maybe apocalypse au?? or roommate au?? i was thinking y/n could have a relationship/be fuck buddies with one of them and some smutty exhibitionism happens with the other watching, and then some pining that ends in a threesome if you write those! if not, then just a smutty n filthy little love triangle that you can choose an ending for lol (a happy one would be nice bc my heart can only handle so much angst, but really it’s up to you and what inspires you!!) tysm for doing this event and always working so hard <3

⭐ OIKAWA TOORU: hi i love your writing!! can i please request work au (boss oikawa x secretary fem reader?) with degradation and him fucking your in the window 😭💗💗

[n3rdybird]

Pilots and Penance

Star Wars

Poe Dameron x Reader

Prompt: I need a hug

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Depression and Angst

Written for @fictionalabyss​ 3K Celebration! Congrats!

The heat and humidity of D’Qar did little to warm your numb limbs.  You squinted as the light filtered into the hangar.  It had been a while since you had seen proper sunlight, your mission had kept you confined to nights on Coruscant.  Although known as a bright spot in the systems, the underbelly of the Galactic City was still rife with black market shops and smugglers.  Without the full support of the New Republic, the Resistance needed your contacts and knowledge of the less savory parts of the galaxy.  It was dangerous work, sometimes too dangerous.  If only you had-

You were brought out of your thoughts when a hand touched your shoulder.  You looked up to see the familiar face of the resident flyboy, Poe Dameron.

“(Y/N), the General is ready for debriefing.”

You felt the eyes of other Resistance members staring at you, you could feel their questions, their shock, their anger.  You straightened and nodded mutely.

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In the middle of the night cycle, you found yourself in the showers.  It was quiet, most of the staff asleep, only a skeleton crew up and running essential functions. You weren’t sure that the numbness in your limbs was from the cold water blasting from the showerhead or the crippling guilt in your heart.

Was it your fault?

You heard the whispers ever since you arrived, semi-conned into joining the Resistance when the bounty you were chasing saved your life.  Even if you were vetted by the poster boy of the rebel group, Poe Dameron, who you were seriously regretting listening to.

“What’s a bounty hunter doing here?”

“She can’t be trusted.”

“Bounty hunters have no honor. She’ll sell us out to the highest bidder.”

And now the new ones.

“Bounty hunters only care for themselves.”

“She probably let him die.”

“She’s so cold, I bet she doesn’t care.”

“She just left his body there.”

You didn’t blame them.  You followed the mission.  When one of the Resistance members on your command messed up, it was on your head.  It had been an impossible choice.  Let one die to save the rest of your mission.  This was why you preferred to work alone.  You weren’t used to being responsible for others.  You weren’t used to having to make a call for someone else’s life.  You were a solo bounty hunter; rarely worked with anyone more than a contact, not wanting to share the reward.  And bounty crews were more trouble than they were worth.  Arguments about how the money should be divided, crews getting too large, having to go after bigger and better scores just to keep everyone paid well.  It was too much.  It was simpler on your own.  If you made a mistake, it was only your ass on the line.

The General didn’t seem to blame you, though you knew she took every loss to heart.  During the briefing, you went over the mission over and over again.  High Command went through your reports, trying to figure if there was a leak or traitor. If you were a traitor.  While it was to be expected, you tensed with every question.  You tried to keep your eyes from straying to the dark-haired commander of Black Squadron, waiting for him to step in, maybe even come to your defense.  But he was all “Commander Dameron”, not the friendly pilot who had wormed his way under your skin and bypassed your icy exterior.

You had been cleared of any misconduct officially, Jannak Kirhen died in the line of duty, but you did not feel any relief.  You slipped away from the main part of the Resistance base, keeping to yourself until it was well into the night cycle before you chanced a shower in the barracks.  You could have used the sonic shower on your ship, but that would mean going through the hangar.

You turned off the water and toweled yourself off, wincing as you accidentally pulled at the bacta patch on your side.  You peeled the corner, checking on the angry wound.  It was too deep for the patch alone, but it would hold until you got back to your ship.  You had a micro suture kit stashed somewhere, and you didn’t want to visit the medical unit.

After dressing, you made your way back to the hanger.  It was blissfully silent, even the mechanics who seemed to have a never-ending to-do list had retired for the night.  You crossed the bay to your ship, a modified stealth gunship.  You ran your hands against the cool metal and lowered the ramp.

“Don’t tell me you are sneaking out of here?” a voice asked.

You spun to see Poe Dameron behind you, BB-8 at his heels.  At Poe’s question, BB-8 beeped angrily at the thought, crossing in front of you, keeping you from stepping onto the ramp.

“Not leaving, though the thought did cross my mind,” you said curtly, stepping over BB-8 and up the ramp.  He followed at your heels to Poe’s amusement.

You dug through storage bins, ignoring the throbbing pain in your side and the burning gaze of the Resistance pilot.

“Are you going to talk to me?” he asked.

You scoffed.

“Now you want to talk? I was under the impression you were mute, especially during the briefing,” you snapped.

Poe sighed and rubbed his neck.

“I knew you didn’t do anything wrong.  I was afraid if I said anything, they’d think I was just trying to cover for you.”

His logic was sound.  Poe did spend an inordinate amount of time talking his way out of trouble.  But you still felt betrayed by his silence today.  This is why you didn’t do feelings.  It made things difficult and unreasonable.  You pulled the old kit from a box and tossed it to Poe.

“Make it up to me,” you said pulling off your shirt, leaving you in a breast band.  BB-8 whistled and spun around, giving you privacy.

Poe looked at the micro-suture gun in his hands before focusing on the scarlet-tinged bacta patch on your side.  He fished a pair of skin-gloves out of the kit and put them on.  He kneeled in front of you, prodding your skin.  You bit your lip as he peeled the patch away.

“Why didn’t you say anything? This should have been taken care of hours ago.”  He wiped away the weeping blood and cursed under his breath.

“Micro sutures might not be enough, especially with an older model like this,” he said as he tried to pinch the wound closed.  “We should go to the medical-”

“No.  We’ll do it here.  I can do it myself if I have to,” you said firmly, reaching for the gun if he wasn’t going to use it.

Poe looked up at you before nodding in agreement.  He scooted closer, his palm warm even with the sterile gloves.

“You don’t have any numb-spray, so this is going to hurt,” he warned you.

The suture gun let out a hiss for every stitch placed, and you gripped Poe’s jacket as each one went in.  It took 12 sutures for your wound to be closed.  Poe wiped the stitched skin and put another bacta patch on top.

“It’ll probably scar a bit, but it’s closed,” he said, pulling off the gloves and tossing them aside.

“Appreciate it,” you thanked him, and eased your tunic back over your head.  You felt Poe’s fingertips against the hem of the shirt as he gently pulled it back into place.

“So why did you have me mangle your skin, instead of having one of the medics take care of this?”

“Jannak, his husband is a med-tech.  And I came out of this mission with only a scar,” you said simply.

“So you’re punishing yourself?” he asked.

“I’m alive, and he isn’t.  I should never have agreed to take on a partner,” you confessed.  “I didn’t think he was ready.  He wasn’t ready for this.”

You blinked rapidly, swiping at your face with your hand.  Poe caught it and held your cheek.

“It wasn’t your fault, it wasn’t,” he said earnestly.  He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

“I don’t think I can handle this,” you admitted, turning your head away.

“You can.  I know you can,” Poe said, taking a step back, moving his hands to your shoulders.

“I’m not made for this.  No one trusts me. They think I don’t care.”  BB-8 rolled over to your feet, nudging your legs affectionately.

“If you’d let them see you, the real you, they would never believe that.  You can let down your guard around others.”

You sniffled a bit, nodding.

“This is going to ruin my mystique a bit.  The tough bounty hunter has a heart,” you joked.

“Hanging around me, it’s bound to happen,” Poe said with a laugh.

“I should have never tried to collect your bounty.  I would be far away from here, not dealing with cocky flyboys and pushy astromechs.”

“Ah, but where is the fun in that?”

BB-8 whistled and bumped Poe’s legs.

“BB is right, this moment deserves a hug.  I need a hug, don’t you need one?”  He held out his arms welcomingly.

“Well, if BB-8 says so,” you agreed.  You kneeled next to the chatty astromech droid and wrapped your arms around his round body.  He beeped happily and spun around in a circle.

Poe pouted and crossed his arms.

“Aw, come on?  BB gets a hug and not me?  After I stitched up your side?”

“You’ve seen me without my shirt today.  A hug deserves a drink first.”

Poe’s eyes glittered in amusement.

“I can do that.”

[atc74]

Written in the Stars

Square(s) Filled: A picture is worth a thousand words for @as-the-saying-goes-bingo

Warnings: Dean being a fluff ball, tattoos, Dean speaks French

Summary: After a drunken night of celebration, a declaration is made in a very unconvential way. 

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 946

Written for: @as-the-saying-goes-bingo​ and @iwantthedean​

Beta’d by: @supernatural-jackles​ Jen thank you so much for your words of encouragement!

A/N: This is a request from my dear, beautiful wifey, @iwantthedean​:  I AM SO EXCITED FOR YOU AND FOR THIS MINI CELEBRATION! May I please request Dean x Reader?First choice is 5. “I want all that romantic shit, but only with you.”, my back up is 17. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles?” We do love some freckles, amirite? ;) Congrats on the achievement boo, it's well deserved! **Nic, I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it! I’m so glad your first choice was already taken because I found this so much more fitting! 

A/N 2: A huge shout out and thank you to @67-chevy-baby​ for help with the translations, as well as @littlemiddlefoxbabe​, who not only helped with the translations, but help me figure out a better way to end it! 

A/N 3: This is also my peace offering for the pain I caused earlier this week. I love you all!

The night had been a blast. Celebrating a win with the Winchesters was always a good time. It was an even better time when Sam retired to his own room and you got alone time with your favorite brother/hunter/boyfriend. 

Dean leaned over the arm of his chair, pressing himself into your personal space, not that you minded. “What are you doing?” You murmured, eyes settling on his as they flicked across your face. 

“Your freckles are adorable and I love them,” Dean whispered, a calloused finger gently tracing the bridge of your nose. “I’m going to count them one day, pretty girl.” 

“You have more freckles than me, D,” you reminded him with a giggle, finishing the last of the Bird Dog in your glass. “Come on, let’s go to bed.” 

Dean wiggled his eyebrows in that way that made your insides tingle. You grabbed his hand as you stood, heading down the hall to your room. The minute the door closed, Dean was on you, pressing you up against the wood, kissing you senseless. The room spun as he picked up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carried you to the bed. 

He always had this effect on you, making you breathless with the simplest of touches. He deftly removed the outfit you had so carefully picked out, revealing your golden skin to him. His soft lips brushed your shoulder, your collarbone, your forehead, your lips, as if he were committing each inch to memory. “One, two, five, six…” 

“Are you going to count them or make love to me?” you giggled again, loving the extra attention he was giving you. 

“I am a master at multitasking,” he murmured into your skin, laying you down gently on the bed. 

“Yes, you are,” you moaned as his lips ghosted over that sensitive spot just below your ear, gingerly moving your hair to the side. 

~*~

The tender touch of his hand roused you from slumber. The soft press of his lips to your shoulder. Although your eyes remained closed, you could feel the heat of his gaze on you. The lingering touches lulled you back to sleep. 

You woke a bit later to the aroma of coffee and an odd sensation leaving a trail across the top of your back. You felt the warmth of Dean’s hand as well and one thought crossed your mind. “Can you stop playing connect the dots with my freckles now?” You yawned, attempting to stretch out your waking limbs. 

“Stop moving, you’re messing with my canvas!” Dean scolded you. 

“Wait...are you really playing connect the dots? Please tell me it’s not a permanent marker,” you groaned, remembering you left a Sharpie on the desk. 

“Yes and no, it’s not. It’s some type of wax pencil you left on the sink,” Dean informed you. 

“Please tell me it’s not my makeup, dude. That shit’s expensive!” you grumbled, attempting to look over your shoulder at him to see what he was using. 

“Relax, pretty girl. I’ll buy you a new one. It’s not like you need it anyway, you’re beautiful just the way Chuck made you,” he exalted, pressing an open mouthed kiss to the middle of your back. 

“C-Can I see?” you hesitated, but curious as to what he drew on your back.

“Yeah, hold on,” he grunted, lifting himself up off the bed. He returned a moment later, the bed dipping next to you. You heard the click of his cell phone camera as he snapped a few photos. “‘Kay, here.” 

You rolled to your side taking his phone from him. You flipped through the pictures, enlarging the clearest image and your breath caught in your throat. He had drawn two stars on your back including a declaration of his love. “Dean...I didn’t know you knew French.” 

“Only a little bit,” he shrugged, one side of his mouth pulling up in a smirk. 

“You’re a man of many talents, D. I’m a lucky girl,” you commented, sliding from the sheets. You slipped his discarded flannel over your shoulders and pulled on a pair of leggings. “Come on. I’ve got an idea.” 

“Where are we going?” he asked, following you down the hall to the garage. 

“We’re going to the tattoo shop,” you informed him, sliding into Baby’s front seat. 

“What? Why?” he perplexed getting into the car. 

“Because, the world’s best hunter fell in love with a girl and professed his love for her in the sweetest way. I want to make this permanent so I can remember it forever,” you explained. “Someday when I’m old and gray and can’t remember my own name, I’ll look at this and I’ll know I was lucky enough to experience this kind of love.” 

“We could do it together…” Dean softly suggested. 

“You’d do that? A huge declaration of love embedded in your skin forever?” You asked, shocked that your big strong hunter would consider that. 

“Why not? Your love is already embedded on my heart forever,” he admitted. “I know I don’t say it enough, but a picture is worth a thousand words.”

“I just never thought, with the life and all, you’d make a commitment like that,” you mumbled. 

“I’ve loved you from day one. I’ll love you until my dying breath. We can’t legally get married, I figure this is the biggest step we can take,” Dean declared. “I know it’s not all that romantic, but whatdya say? Will you get a matching tattoo with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you answered. “And it’s very romantic, D.” 

“C’est moi, je suis romantique,” Dean whispered, pressing his lips to yours. “Notre amour écrit dans les étoiles”

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Dean’s last line translates to: That’s me, I’m romantic,”  Dean whispered, pressing his lips to yours. “Our love is written in the stars.”

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[florafey]

Thoughts on TWK

I started reading The Wicked King on 24 Jan. 2019, and finished about half an hour ago on 27 Jan. 2019. I decided to make an all-inclusive list of my thoughts/theories as I read. Here they all are. 

Spoilers, of course, are under the cut.

- When did the prologue take place? I was thinking it was directly after the happenings of The Cruel Prince, and it caught my neck when it wasn’t. 

- “His most ostentatious decoration, however, is his soft, sullen mouth.” Lmaoo Jude, girl you in lOOovEE hehehe

- Jude is probably right to not trust Grimsen because I don’t either, but it’s too bad CARDAN doesn’t LISTEN

- Jude seems to have fallen into authority really naturally, giving orders to Faeries as though she isn’t viewed as lesser. She’s turning into a protagonist you have a love/hate relationship with and Black is writing that extremely well in my opinion

- I think the Roach teaching Cardan how to steal is amazing and it will certainly come in handy later on it did, believe me

- Jude burning her stuffed animals is so DramaticTM but go ahead, girl

- I don’t like Locke, I don’t like Locke, I don’t like Locke at all

- “Kiss me again. Kiss me until I am sick of it.” SHE SHOULD HAVE DONE IT DAMMIT JUDE

- Jude seems to always tell Cardan before she commands him which is super respectful for someone she’s supposed to loath

- “The last room Cardan occupied caught fire....let me rephrase, it caught fire because he lit it on fire.” I’m sorry, I was rolling, that was hysterical

- Jude and the Bomb lying on the High King’s bed together to “see if its safe” and teasing each other about crushes only for the Bomb to actually open up to Jude and trust her ??? Wow okay wasn’t ready for those feels

- I don’t like Locke, I don’t like Locke, I don’t like Locke at all

- Cardan really stole Jude’s ruby ring I’m DEAD that was kinda petty

- When Locke tried to humiliate Jude at the Hunter’s Moon, only for her to take the attention and OWN it...a bitch was shook. That was such a power move on Jude’s part. I have one (1) Queen and her name is Duarte

- I was on page 173 where I had known about Cardan’s mother being imprisoned for approximately .27 seconds and I already couldn’t wait to see what unfolded with her

- Eva’s child was destined to be a greater weapon than even Justin could forge......mmmmmmm that child is for sure Jude 

- “He survived on cat milk?” that was a little sad and a lot funny, sorry sorry

- BAPHEN SEES A NEW MONARCH COMIIIIIIIING (IS IT JUDE HERSELF OR IS JUDE PREGNAAAAANT????)

- Cardan sitting sideways in his throne with his leg thrown over the armrest is a Big Mood and I expected nothing less

- I absolutely detest Locke and how he treats Taryn, but I love seeing Jude snap at him and assert herself over him like a straight QWEEN

- I also feel so, so bad for Taryn because it seems like she truly loves Locke and is willing to overlook how he treats her- including how he’s cheating on her with countless Faeries- just to have him near her. She’s growing dependent on him but she doesn’t have anyone to help pull her out of that situation and I feel awful for her

- hell YEAH my Jurdan slept together best BELIEVE

- Jude kicking Locke’s chair out from under him is simply another reason on an already lengthy list of why she’s literally my hero also the way she stepped on Locke’s chest and threatened him

- “Once you’re wed, if you want to take other lovers, she better be with you, and she better be into it. If it’s not fun for everyone, it’s not happening.” A great way to put it, but also made me giggle a lil bit

- Jude not knowing what pepper jack cheese is

- Oof I hated the way Vivi handled the whole deal with telling Heather about Faerie.....telling her at the last possible minute was not a great plan in my opinion

- “It seems I have a singular taste for women who threaten me.” Cardan, I- 

- I DON”T LIKE LOCKE ONE FUCKING BIT NUH UH

- Okay, Queen of Nothing just got that much better because I know Jude won’t let Locke almost kill her and get away with it....she’s coming for him hehehe

- Jude’s brain really told her, ‘Kill him before he makes you love him’ like...babey that’s so DramaticTM  

- I pieced together the Ghost’s betrayal only, like, four seconds before it actually happened but that didn’t make it hurt aNY LESS. I’m interested in hearing motives for that because very few were offered

- “Now kiss me as though I were Cardan.” BITCH, I-

- And Jude actually kissed Balekin differently, because that bitch is in loooove

- So you really expect me to sit here and read about how Cardan ALLOWED the Undersea to attack his people without retaliation just to get Jude back and not think he’s in love with her???? yeah okay

- Cardan’s first reaction to seeing Jude on top of him in his bed is to pull her closer to him and roll her in his sheets...I’m weak send help

- Cardan canonically sleeps naked. Thank you, @hollyblack for giving us that gem

- The sheer vulnerability that Cardan has with Jude in his bed is touching and heart-wrenching and I need more, more, so much more

- You know what really killed me? Like, absolutely decimated me? This quote: “’Yes, my sweet villain, my darling god. I will be as sober as a stone carving, just as soon as I can.’ And with that, he kisses me on the mouth.”

- Balekin’s dusty ass really tried to frame Jude for the murder of the High King and then his wig got snATCHED when he realized she wasn’t actually glamoured

- I need more Jude taking care of a sick/drunk Cardan, comforting him and telling him he’ll be okay

- Balekin’s dusty ass also tried to surrender the moment he realized Jude was beating him in their duel and his wig got snatched again when she still killed him hell yeeeaaahhhh

- The only good part of the scene where Jude finds out Taryn betrayed her is when Caradan admits he trusted her wholeheartedly and she didn’t have to command him to do anything

- I also need motives for Taryn doing this because ???? it isn’t adding up

- So I’d like to think that Cardan had been planning on marrying Jude since the beginning of the book when he initially stole her ring, because he gave it back to her as a wedding ring

- “Beneath every bit of your sea is land. Seething, volcanic land. Go against me, and I will show you what this will do, my lady.” OKAY NOW I HAVE ONE (1) KING AND HIS NAME IS GREENBRIAR

- I loved it when Jude was like “during my month in the Undersea, Cardan changed.” like lol yeah babey, he’s your slut and he’s in love with you 

- Okay okay okay alright alright we were getting somewhere with Jude and Cardan trusting each other but I fell like this exile might have put a damper on that. Maybe could have taken us a few steps back.

- I, for one, do not having debilitating trust issues so I’m sticking my neck out for Cardan and saying that he has a plan and a good reason for exiling Jude. It was in response for her killing Balekin and it was in front of Orlagh, who was demanding retribution for his death, soooooo idk seems like he was playing his cards wisely if he had a plan

- Is Jude....watching....Yuri! On Ice....?? Because same

- Honestly this book gave me crippling trust issues and anxiety and I need the third book like, instantly. It was amazing, I wanted to cry through the whole thing

- If you made it this far, congrats, you witnessed my emotional roller coasters and I appreciate that

[dorotheajanegilmore]

Devil’s Daughter [Dean Winchester]

Previous: 1,2,3,4

Chapter five

Rowena was at the bunker before lunch and had her candles, potions and herbs set up ready to do a blood test. I learned that Rowena Macleod is Crowley's mother and a witch. Sam also warned me that she can be a little scary and to be careful with what I say around her.

"So what do I have to do again?" I gulped, looking at the giant ass knife she had presented in front of a small bowl.

"It's alright dear, nothing to be afraid of." Her calm and soothing voice made me feel at ease, her accent helped her to sound jolly and sweet and I for one needed that right now. "I just need a wee drop of blood for the spell."

I nodded and held out my hand. She took the knife and trailed it along the back of my hand. I hissed in pain, clutching Dean's arm as a large gash appeared, dripping blood into the bowl.

I watched my hand heal before my eyes, the skin knitting itself back together so unbelievably quick.

"Sorry bub, I'm afraid we'll need a little more." Rowena told me before mercilessly dragging the knife across my hand once more, this time digging it a little deeper. She seemed to be smiling and humming a happy song to herself, as if she was enjoying hurting me. The blood filled up the bowl and she nodded. "Perfect. Thanks, Doll."

"Jacky boy, you're turn." She sung and Jack held out his hand. Rowena used a different bowl and sliced across his hand too. As he bled into the bowl, she looked between us. "You know, you both have the same cheekbones. Very lucifer-esque . And you have the same blonde-ish brown hair, oh I don't know. You definitely look a like."

I looked at Jack and noticed that we did in fact have similar features, however that idea was dropped when Rowena added, "Then again, Jack does look an awful lot like Cass so I guess looks don't mean a thing."

"Isn't Castiel, Jack's uncle?" I posed the question and looked around for a response.

Castiel nodded. "Technically, yes. But I look at him as more of a son." Jack smiled, was genuinely touched that Castiel loves and looks out for him that way.

I smiled and rest my head on Dean's shoulder, feeling myself becoming very sleepy.

———

"Rowena, what's happening?" Dean asked as he looked down at the sleeping Elle on his shoulder.

"This spell is a tough one, Deano. It's gonna wear them both out." Rowena told him honestly as Jack fell onto Elle, causing more wait to be added to the hunter. Dean grunted and looked at Sam for a little help.

Sam places Jack on one couch and Dean places Elle on the other. Rowena continues her changing and burning of herbs as she mixed a drop of Elle and Jack's blood.

"How do we know if it's positive?" Sam asked, receiving a small glare from Dean. "What? This isn't exactly a normal paternity test."

"They're not exactly normal people." Dean added sarcastically.

"Hush you too." Rowena scolded as she tried to concentrate. "Well know if the blood separates, that means it rejects the connection. If it mixes and becomes one, then congrats. It's a girl Luci."

———

Rowena used a spell to awaken me and Jack and asked us to chant with her. We sat either side of her holding hands, forming a circle around the pentagram she had made with red string.

"Ooh look, look." She squealed in excitement, shaking mine and Jack's hands to get our attention.

When I opened my eyes and saw what she was looking at I gasped. Our blood matched, we were related.

"I told you she was the one." Rowena said to Crowley. "I used Lucifer's blood to find you, Elle. I knew it was you, dear!"

I shook my head in disbelief. If this is really true, my entire life has been one huge lie. "So...what does this mean?" I asked. "What do you need me to do?" I hurried to my feet, breaking the circle with Rowena and Jack.

Crowley stepped forward and folded his arms in front of himself, standing confidently before me. "Well we'll need to unleash your powers. You've spent your entire life as a human so they'll be weak, we need you to be in top form to be able to put Lucifer back in his cage."

"And how do we do that?" Sam asked from his seat on the couch.

"A series of tests?" Crowley offered up, pulling a face of uncertainty.

I rolled my eyes and placed an annoyed hand on my forehead. "Any chance, while you guys figure this out, I can go home and see my family?"

Sam and Dean shared a look, seeming to be able to silently communicate. Dean cleared his throat and nodded. "I don't see why not. But we'll be coming with you, just to make sure you don't run away. Ya’know?"

"I get it." I shrugged. I really do. If this Lucifer is as bad as everyone makes out, he needs to be locked away. And if I'm needed for that, in whatever way, so be it.

"Can I come to?" Jack's smile faltered and he looked hurt. "I've just met you, I don't want to lose another person."

I smiled and stepped over Rowena's spell bowls to get to him. I reached up and pulled him into a hug. "Of course you can." I told him. I felt him hug back and release a deep breath.

———

I pulled the red leather jacket Rowena gave me closer to my chest, feeling the wind coming from Sam’s open window as

Dean drove. Sam directed from the passenger seat while myself and Jack sat in the back with Castiel, playing twenty-thousand questions.

"And what's your favourite colour?" Jack added, rambling like a child in a candy shop trying to list all his favourites.

I shrugged, I didn't really have one. But I didn't want to upset him so I answered. "I guess it would have to be burgundy. You?"

"Probably blue." He nodded, proud of his choice.

“If you two are finished playing teenage sleepover games, Elle can you try some of those exercises Rowena told you about?” Dean raised a brow at me, looking at me through his rear view mirror.

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. “No, I don’t think I will. You see there’s something about being in a car with breathing people that’s telling me not to try and use powers I’m supposed to have in case, oh I don’t know, I could hurt someone?”

“Who cares? Give it a go.” Dean shrugged. He was just curious as to whether or not I actually have power now that Rowena’s confirmed my true parentage.

Rowena told me to close my eyes and picture the blood flowing through my veins. To incision every pump of my heart. To focus on my breathing. So that’s what I did. I held my hands out in front of me, just behind Sam’s seat.

I pictured my heart and blood flowing through me, and then I heard gaps. I opened my eyes to see a small ball of red wisps forming in my palm. “What the...” I couldn’t form a sentence as I started at the energy glowing in my hands.

Jack looked at me with tear filled eyes as Dean pulled over to the side of the road. Castiel gave me a thumbs up and rushed around to open the door for me, not wanting me to break the energy ball.

Sam and Jack watched from the car as Dean slammed his door and ran around to keep an eye on me. He glanced around at the empty field and quiet road before pointing at a tree. “See if you can throw it at that tree.” He was breathless as he spoke, almost mesmerised by the power in my palms.

I gulped before nodding. I felt the wind pick up, blowing the black borrowed dress and my hair. Here goes nothing I guess. I twisted my hand and sure enough, the power followed, seeming to flow out of my fingers. I pulled back one arm and the energy ball stretched, with one mighty throw I sent the red ball of energy at the tree.

My hands flew to my mouth in shock as the tree hit the ground with a massive thud!

“Oh my god!” I shrieked. “What the hell! What the actual hell!!”

Dean laughed and shouted, “You did it!” He pulled me into a bone crushing hug and lifted me from the ground, twirling me around in excitement.

Castiel stood back, looking from the tree to my hands. He mumbled to himself, voice full of concern, “What else are you capable off?”

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