#creature feature featuring…the creature

[sallufix]

POST 600-STRIKE

Okay. So. In my pursuit of making the sapphirebell comic. I have become very normal about Epic the Musical. AS YOU CAN SEE IN MY SHERBET HERMES COSTUME PFP. I said well fuck it and now I'm trapped here for god knows how long. Crk art will continue though 💖

[daylighted]

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤJOURNAL ! READER.

meet lore . . . again, because she's not someone that you should be unfamiliar with, if you know the winchester boys ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ a lonely baby leads to an extravagant adventure involving a witch and a family journal ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ knowledgeable and kind, outgoing and adoring, lore is happy to help the winchester brothers on their hunts, while also being the best friend to a car-turned-girl ㅤ — ㅤ so long as she gets to know her favorite winchester in the process, sam.

PUT IT IN MANUAL !! it is hard for dean to ever say no to baby, as much as he likes to pretend in his tough exterior and firm stances that he can. this is the beginning point in lore's story, the "once upon a time" in her pages. baby wanted something, baby got it; and baby wanted a friend who didn't smell like old spice & use two-in-one shampoo . . . other than sam. taking it upon herself & making dean do the driving, the two end up in a witch's humble home to cast the same spell that made baby into a human — on john winchester's old journal.

THE WORLD SLIPS AWAY !! lore is a bank of knowledge when she comes to life. she is made up of every thought and scribble and scrawl. whereas baby is learning the ropes of humanity, a lot of john's ideologies & thoughts are embedded into lore's psyche. because of this, there are few things that need to be taught to her about the world & all of its dark and sinister secrets. the downside? a lot of her thoughts and knowledge comes from john winchester's research, including bias & theories that centered from him.

DROWNED IN PERMANENT INK !! like baby arrived in only a leather jacket, lore arrives in a faded, worn brown jumper, similar to the one sam's iconic bomber jacket that he often sported around in the beginnings of the reunited brothers' hunting journey. though, beneath the sleeves of hers is something more surprising than the fact a journal became a woman. her skin was littered in dark ink; rough sketches john did in his research of creatures and monsters and everything in between, alongside some off-handed doodles in the blank spaces. it is not known if the ink extends beyond her arms & over the rest of her body, but it is a theory that dean encourages sam to find out.

AN ANGEL WITHOUT HER WINGS !! if baby was lovingly deemed the hellion of the growing collection of insentient objects becoming mortal, lore was the angel on the winchesters' other shoulder. she is quick to want to help them, offering any information that she has in any instance she can. sometimes, it is endearing how desperate she is for their approval and validation. other times, her diluted knowledge on things ends up sending them down wrong paths or simply being more of an irritation than help — but at the very least, it is known that she only means well.

FRAGILE HEARTS !! the last thing sam winchester wanted was another baby trailing the brothers & their journeys around the country. though lore proves to be less of a hassle and chaotic disaster than her car companion, it isn't easily that sam opens up to lore, even though baby had the idea to spring her to life for sam . . . and because she wanted a girl best friend. as closed off as sam is from her in the beginning, it's hard to fully shut out a girl who knows how to weave her way into his heart, even when it still feels so broken from the losses he carried.

GIRLS, GIRLS, GIRLS !! lore and baby are polar opposites in every way, but that does not stop the two from getting along as easily as anyone could. it turned out that, yes, sometimes baby was right, and a lot of her overwhelmed frustration could be solved in having someone next to her that was in the same boat. even though that meant the winchesters now had two object-turned-girls to watch over, it was much easier when lore seemed to domesticate baby's impulses, and baby was overjoyed to show off all of the fun exclusive features that came with being human.

—ㅤㅤㅤREAD HER TALE !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the chronological timeline of journal!reader. full map, including anecdotes, to be written soon! ㅤ — ㅤdiscuss journal!reader nation here !! official join the roadtrip post coming soon.

journal!reader, interactive version, only found on c.ai. soon!

01. TBD.

—ㅤㅤㅤANECDOTES !! ㅤ ๋࣭ ㅤ ⭑ ㅤ ⋆ ㅤ ⭒ ㅤ ˚ ㅤ ｡ ㅤ ⋆

. . . or, the pinnacles of thoughts and headcanons about journal!reader. join the discussion in the link above !!

ㅤㅤㅤ✎ᝰ TBD.

notes. i wanted to introduce u guys to my beloved lore asap even though i have nothing written for her ( clearly ) because she's been living in my head !!! just like baby!reader !!! i hope u all agree it is very baby-like to get lonely and manipulate dean by being pretty to go and take her to another witch to make another girl. this is honestly his & sam's fault for telling her how she was made !!! can't blame baby ever !!!

biggest shoutout ever to @jollyhunter for bringing up this concept & for helping shape it !!! what an angel girl we have brought to baby!nation <3 !! and of course once again layout inspired by my pookie twin @deansbeer <3 !!!

tags. @titsout4jackles @honeyryewhiskey @ultravi0lence14 @figthoughts @theosaurous @stereotypicalbarbie @whyyouegg @eepwtf @rositaslabyrinth @rubyvhs @aileenunfiltered @abox-of-rocks @sunsbaby @bluemerakis @misatxox @angelblqde @bombarda-babe @unfortunate-brat @funkycoloured @chevroletdean @chiierful @cowboysandcigarettes @voidsuites @bitchykittenconnoisseur @beausling @soldiersgirl @dulcescorderitas @hyacinnths @couturewinx @blushpinkdoll @mccartneyqp @svbnra + all of the rest of baby!reader nation hehehe

[fortunegrins]

His name is Tellie Phone… because he’s a telephone

ID under the cut

[ID: A collage featuring three separate drawings of Tellie Phone, who is a red dog-like creature with a round rotary phone for a head and a cartoonish face made up of simple shapes. His tail is a black electrical wire that loops three times before ending with a plug. His paw pads and the buttons on his head are also white.

The leftmost drawing is a monotone red pen drawing on yellow graph paper. It features Tellie sitting down, facing the viewer. One of his eyes is drifting outwards. There are small flowers doodled around him.

To the right of that, and taking up most of the page, there is a much larger, fully coloured drawing of Tellie leaping into the air. He is looking at the viewer and smiling.

Beneath the big Tellie, there is a tiny monotone red doodle on yellow graph paper of Tellie leaping and looking at the viewer with a surprised expression.

The collage features: white and red checked masking tape, red masking tape with various desserts on it, a strip of red cardboard that reads “Apollo” in Japanese, a piece of a red candy wrapper with yellow stars on it, and many assorted stickers which are mostly in shades of red and green. End ID]

[vhaenaera]

Queen Vhaena Targaryen

Vhaena Targaryen, the only daughter of Queen Visenya and King Aegon the Conqueror, was born just a year after Queen Rhaenys’ death. Inheriting her mother’s stern features—the sharp cheekbones, silver-gold hair, and piercing violet eyes—she bore little resemblance to her aunt, Queen Rhaenys, yet it was her temperament that most recalled the late sister-queen. Where Visenya was cold and unyielding, Vhaena was warm and wistful, her mind often adrift in fancies. Unlike her mother, who wielded Dark Sister and commanded armies, Vhaena was a creature of gentler pursuits, preferring poetry, needlework, and song. Yet there was another gift—one far rarer, and more troubling—that set her apart: the sight.

Vhaena was among the first Targaryens in settled Westeros known to possess the power of prophetic Dragon-Dreaming, a gift both feared and misunderstood. It was said she spoke in riddles and saw things no one else could, glimpses of futures yet to come and pasts long forgotten. Though some in court dismissed her mutterings as the prattle of an idle woman, others whispered of madness. None were louder in their condemnation than Tyanna of the Tower, who openly derided the queen’s visions and worked to ostracise her from court. Maegor’s other wives paid her little mind, preoccupied with their own suffering in the Black Bridegroom’s grip.

Her frailty only worsened her standing. An ailment unknown among the Targaryens before her birth plagued her from youth; her skin was pale, her body thin, and oft she grew weak and lightheaded, forced to retreat to her chambers. Some maesters sought to cure her with leechings and tinctures, but none could explain the bloodless pallor of her face or why, at times, she struggled even to mount her dragon. Whatever the cause, it left her at the uncommon mercy of Maegor, who tolerated her presence but offered no great affection in public; behind closed doors however, he assured her comfort.

At court, she was often a silent, spectral figure, her body present but her mind far away. When Maegor grew impatient with her distant stares, he would recall her to the moment with a hard squeeze upon her wrist. She flinched, but never spoke against him. Yet one thing she would not abide was the presence of Tyanna. Whenever the Pentoshi witch was seated at the council table or among Maegor’s wives, Vhaena would press herself as far away as she could, her hands turning the rings upon her fingers, her gaze averted. The sight of Tyanna made her shudder, and it was said that in her presence, the Queen’s blood pounded in her ears like a war drum.

Few sought her company. When Maegor’s other brides or the ladies of the court attempted to speak with her, they found themselves unnerved by her ways. She answered questions with riddles or fell into silence altogether, too absorbed in her embroidery to respond. In her solitude, she stitched dragons, flames, and winged figures upon cloth—symbols whose meaning only she seemed to understand.

Some cuter facts about her, is that she has a love for butterflies. Oft does she leave her windows open so they can flutter in and enjoy the floral arrangements within the princess’s chambers. One time, Maegor had visited her under good will. He found his sister at her balcony with the delicate insect perched upon her pale finger. He fed his curiosity about her fascination, asking her why she bothers with such weak, fragile bugs. In response, Vhaena responded with a smile and proclaimed that they spoke to her. The butterflies batted their wings ever so softly to communicate, the words translated by the wind into a soft breeze in which she can understand. Maegor just scoffed and decided to quell any protest that lingered on his tongue.

Vhaena also struggled to share a bed with anyone, as nightmares plagued her youth so she took to hiding within another’s bed for comfort. The peaceful moments never lasted long, as she often sought out warmth in her sleep and in turn woke anyone who she touched with her icy hands or feet. So rules were set for her to don stockings and gloves before sharing a bed.

She would hate sherpa.

[vantagrapes]

Expression Challenge!

Featuring the filthy gremlin (Killer)

Chat he isn't well-

He is a skittery creatur

Fact about him is that he roams throughout the catacombs of The Palace.

Usually, he does not come up due to Nightmare not letting him in..

..Unless if he's actually clean for once-

[sunshinesfreckless]

NON-DISCLOSURE PREGNANCY

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Pairing: Idol!Felix x Fem!Reader

Summary: How do you confront the man who got you pregnant when you signed a piece of paper that specifically told you to stay quiet?

A/N: I had this thought while rewatching Nana… when I saw this weird creature called Takumi becoming a father, and I just thought, hell yeah, I got an idea. Sorry if it seems a bit rushed—it was just a quick short story in my notes app again.

Warnings: I don’t know, man. Mentions of condoms and sex?

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She could still feel the small plastic stick in her hand. How the two plus signs stared back at her. How, despite their pale colors, they had burned themselves deep into her mind.

Positive… positive… po—

“Miss Y/L/N,” the receptionist called.

Y/N looked up.

“The doctor is expecting you.”

Y/N grabbed her bag and jacket and stood up.

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“Congratulations, Miss Y/L/N…” The doctor smiled as she handed her the document, confirming it once again. Positive. Y/N looked at the doctor, who immediately noticed the lack of enthusiasm. “We can discuss your options… in case you’re not ready to become a mother,” the doctor said cautiously. Y/N remained silent.

“Adoption… surrogacy… abo—”

Y/N shook her head.

“I… I’m not sure yet, you know?”

The doctor nodded understandingly.

“Problems with the father?”

Y/N let out a quiet sigh.

“Yeah… yeah, something like that.”

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She put on her jacket and glanced over at the pregnant woman scheduling an appointment. Her belly was much bigger than Y/N’s… but then again, Y/N was only in her second month.

She quickly left the clinic, walking down the stairs. As she pushed open the door, that damned poster blinded her once again—the one she had been trying to avoid.

“Problems with the father?”

Y/N looked up. Stray Kids stared back at her. But her focus was locked on one member—the one with long, blonde hair. The one who had whispered sweet nothings into her ear while taking her in an expensive hotel room.

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“Felix,” he had said, smiling. Y/N set down the cashier scanner she had been using to check out the two men’s groceries.

She turned to the man standing behind him. They were both wearing masks—except for Felix, who had pulled his down. Her gaze returned to Felix. “Can I help you? Are you looking for something?” The man behind Felix laughed, making both Y/N and Felix glance at him. “Hyunjin, knock it off,” Felix murmured before turning back to her. “No, I know where everything is, thanks. I was actually… I was actually looking for you.”

“Me?”

Y/N stared at him, confused. He had such delicate features…

She felt almost hypnotized by the beauty of this man.

Felix slid something across the counter toward her. She lowered her gaze to their groceries.

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“Condoms are provided,” the manager said. Y/N gave him an understanding nod. “Not that I’d poke a hole in them, huh?” She laughed nervously.

The manager didn’t even flinch.

“Oooohhh… okay sensitive Topic, sorry.”

She clicked the pen with the JYP logo on it. The room she was in felt sterile. So… uncomfortable. She glanced once more at the document in front of her. The three letters NDA stood out the most.

“If I break these rules, then what?”

The manager sighed. He had already explained it to her several times. “Then it will be expensive for you, Miss.” She pressed her lips together. With slightly trembling hands—when had they started trembling?—she signed the document after checking all the necessary boxes. She slid it across the table to the lawyer sitting opposite her. The lawyer packed up the NDA, stood up wordlessly, and left. “Follow me, please,” the manager murmured.

“How often do you have to do things like this?” Y/N asked as she quickly got up, grabbing her bag.

“I don’t disclose that information.”

He opened the door to the small conference room.

Y/N winced as her sneakers squeaked against the expensive flooring.

Seoul’s most luxurious hotel. Her cheap shoes. Not a great combination.

She took a nervous breath as she stood in the elevator beside the manager. He noticed her tension. “It’s not a dentist appointment,” the manager said. “Well… this doesn’t exactly happen every day either,” Y/N mumbled, gripping her bag tighter.

“Felix is nice. Don’t worry.”

“Are you seriously giving me reassuring words right now?”

The manager stepped out of the elevator, and she followed him.

“Then why were you so mean to me in that little room?”

The manager rolled his eyes and unlocked a door.

He handed her a card.

“He’ll be here any moment. Please give me your phone.” Y/N quickly nodded and fumbled through her bag to find it. The manager placed it in a small plastic sleeve he had pulled from his pocket and gave her a thin smile before leaving, letting the door fall shut behind him. Y/N glanced around.

The curtains were drawn, the bed neatly made.

Only now did it truly sink in—what she was about to do—when someone else opened the door.

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She tried to remember if there was anything in her contract about what happens when you get pregnant by the idol you spent a very passionate night with… Y/N bit her lower lip as she desperately tried to think. She looked away from her tea and out at the view in front of her. That view was the JYP building. She probably looked like one of the fangirls sitting in the café, pacing up and down, waiting for one of the idols who worked there to come outside. Y/N glanced at them. One of the girls had a Felix photocard attached to her pants. The girl looked over at her, and Y/N quickly averted her gaze, turning back to the window. She rested a hand on her stomach, trying not to think about how HE had groaned into her ear with that deep voice. How HE had nearly emptied an entire box of condoms because of her. How HE had held her close, his forehead pressed against hers, telling her how good she felt… Y/N shivered.

She often sat in this café. Every day after work. She was in the middle of her second month and looked up as the employee brought her a tea.

“The usual, right?” she asked with a friendly smile.

Y/N thanked her and took the tea.

“Do you like any of the bands?” the employee asked. Y/N waved her off. “I just like the tea here.” “Oh.” The employee laughed and walked away. Y/N let out a small yawn. Her head ached from overthinking. She buried her face in her hands, propping herself up on the table.

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“Please, two iced Americanos and a lemonade.”

The café employee nodded and grabbed three cups.

“Tough practice today?” she asked as she walked over to the coffee machine.

“Yep.”

She glanced at the three idols who always came by just before closing time, knowing the café would be empty. Chan fumbled with his wallet while Hyunjin and Felix looked at a girl sleeping at one of the tables. “Is she okay?” Felix asked. The employee followed his gaze. “Oh… she’s here a lot… drinks tea, stares out the window, thinks a lot… I suspect she’s pregnant. She always has her hand on her stomach. I let her sleep; you never know what people are going through.” Chan looked at her, too.

“And the father of the child just lets her sleep in a café?” Felix murmured, concerned.

Hyunjin grabbed his arm. “Don’t worry about things that don’t concern you.” Felix looked at Hyunjin. As the three of them left the café, Y/N was gently woken up.

“Miss, we’re closing.”

She sat up in her chair.

“Sorry…” “It’s completely fine, please don’t stress.” Y/N gave a small smile and placed some money on the table.

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How was she supposed to tell him? Did she have to tell him? Yes, no question about it. Did she want to tell him? Yes, no question about that either. She wouldn’t be able to live with herself otherwise. She carefully stepped onto the street, heading toward the building. No matter what anyone told her—she was keeping the baby. She would manage with or without this company’s help. With trembling hands, she reached for the door and opened it. Security immediately approached her. “One moment, please, I can explain– wh—” She yelped as they grabbed her arms, trying to drag her out, when someone noticed her. “Stop, stop,” said none other than the manager from that night. Y/N’s eyes widened. “I know her. Let her go. I want to know what’s going on.” The security guards hesitated but then released her. Y/N looked at the manager.

Shit.

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Felix stared breathlessly at the ceiling of the studio, gripping his water bottle tightly. The door opened. “AHHH, look who’s visiting us!” Seungmin called out. Felix sat up. The manager didn’t look amused. “Is there trouble?” Changbin joked, taking a sip of his water. “Felix. Come with me.” Felix went pale. The guys stopped joking. Felix adjusted his sweatpants and pulled off his beanie, placing it next to his water bottle. He looked at Hyunjin, who gave him a confused glance.

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Y/N stared at the Twice poster. If she avoided the Stray Kids posters, maybe she could think about it less. Maybe it wouldn’t feel so final. The office door opened. Reflexively, she lowered her gaze to the tabletop. Felix froze in the doorway. “Is everything okay?” he asked immediately, his voice full of concern.

“I’ll leave you two alone for a moment—you have a lot to talk about.” The door closed again.

Y/N took shallow breaths. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her dress as she slowly looked up. Felix was still standing in the doorway, slightly out of breath from training. His blond hair was tied back, but a few strands had come loose, falling into his face. Despite the slight sheen of sweat on his skin, he looked perfect.

As he stepped closer, she suddenly felt so small. So stupid. Stupid because she knew her words could change his entire career. She opened her mouth—nothing came out.

“Y/N?” he asked gently. At least he remembered her name.

Her gaze wandered to his freckles. Would their child have them too? She hoped so. It had to.

Since when was he so close?

She flinched when she realized he had crouched down in front of her chair.

Right. She still had something to tell him.

“Before I start…” Her voice was rough. “I don’t want you to think I expect money or anything. I’m telling you because you should know.” Felix furrowed his brows. “Y/N, what—?”

“I’m pregnant.”

Felix turned pale.

“I’m keeping the baby.” She spoke quickly before he could react. “But whether your name is on the birth certificate is up to you. You can’t force me to have an abortion, and whether you pay child support is your decision. I just wanted you to know. I couldn’t sleep at night because—because you didn’t know.” Her gaze flickered. “I don’t want to ruin your career.” Felix blinked several times. Then he raised a hand. “Hold on.” “What?” “Stop over-explaining, sweetheart.”

Sweetheart.

He stood up, ran a hand through his hair, and took a deep breath. “Okay, shit.” Y/N clenched her hands in her lap. “So… I’ll be honest with you. I’ve never been in a situation like this before.” Felix looked at her. “Did you not save my number?” “Your what?” “My phone number. I left it for you that night.” “Oh.” Her cheeks grew hot. “No, I… I must have missed it.” Felix grabbed a piece of paper from the desk and quickly scribbled a number on it. “Save it immediately.”

Y/N took the paper with wide eyes.

Felix looked at her seriously. “Forget it. I don’t want you to have an abortion. Keep the baby. And I’ll take responsibility. Just tell me how I can help.”

She swallowed. “And if this all gets out?” Felix let out a dry laugh. “I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be the first idol with a secret pregnancy.” He crouched down in front of her again, his hands wrapping around hers. “Please forgive my lack of enthusiasm.” His thumb brushed over the back of her hand. “That was just… a surprise. I actually planned to get to know you better before raising a child together.” “What?” Felix smirked slightly. “I left you my number because I wanted to see you again. Do you know how frustrated I was when you never called?” Y/N’s face grew even hotter. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know… I didn’t know you wanted that.”His gaze dropped to her stomach. “And you’re sure it’s mine?” he asked carefully. Y/N nodded immediately. “Felix, I’m a thousand percent sure. We can do a paternity test once the baby is born.” Felix sighed. “Management will probably insist on that. Do you know how many fake paternity claims Hyunjin has already had to deal with?” Y/N couldn’t help but smile slightly. Felix squeezed her hands tighter. “We’ll figure this out, okay? You and me. We’ll make it work somehow.” She looked into his warm, freckled face—and for the first time in weeks, she didn’t feel alone anymore. Y/N swallowed. Felix’s thumb was still gently brushing over the back of her hand, as if trying to soothe her. But her heart was racing. She wasn’t sure if it was because of his closeness or the fear of what was coming next. Felix took a deep breath. “How far along are you?” “Almost three months.” He nodded slowly. “Okay. This… this is real. Holy shit. It’s been that long already?” Y/N let out a nervous laugh. “Yeah.”

Felix looked at her like he was searching for the right words. “Do you have someone supporting you? Your family?” Y/N hesitated. “My family doesn’t know.” His gaze softened. “Have you told anyone?”

“No. A piece of paper is what’s stopping me.”

Felix squeezed her hands tighter. “Then I’m glad you told me now.” She let out a dry laugh. “I thought you’d either scream or run away.” Felix scoffed. “Do you really think I’m that kind of guy?” “I don’t know. I… I barely know you.” His lips curved into a crooked smile. “We can change that.” He let go of her hands only to grab a chair and sit right in front of her. Resting his elbows on his knees, he looked like he was trying to process everything. “Alright. You want to keep it. I want to take responsibility. So that means we’re… partners in crime now or something?” Y/N couldn’t help but smile. “I guess so.” Felix grinned briefly, but then his expression grew serious again. “If you want, I can help you tell your family.” Y/N stared down at her hands. She shook her head. “That won’t be easy.” Felix leaned in closer. “We’ll do it together, okay?” She looked up at him. “Why are you so… calm?” Felix chuckled softly. “Because I reminded myself that you don’t have to go through this alone. And neither do I.”

He leaned back. “Listen. I know my life is complicated. And now, because of me, yours is even more complicated. But I’m not running away. We’ll figure this out. And no matter what you need—I’m here.”

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[lunarxcity]

In the Shadows of Desire - part I

- azriel x day court!reader

- synopsis: When a dark magic is found in the border of Day and Night Helion sends his second-in-command to the Night Court. After getting off on the wrong foot with Rhysand's moody shadowsinger, can you guys find a way to work together to stop the threat without tearing each other apart?

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You consider yourself to be a rather calm and rational individual, at least that's what you told yourself as you launched your right shoe at your highlord's head. That bastard. You were angry. Angry with Helion, angry with yourself for wasting 375 years working for such self-centred, no-good, piece of-

"You will go to the night court and carry out this mission. You will work with Rhysand's team to conduct whatever research I need you to conduct and go on any missions that they deem necessary. Frankly, you are the most competent person that I employ and I don't trust anyone else with a mission of this caliber. This position requires you to be in the night court indefinitely, and that is final." Helion looked as grim as you have ever seen him. In all the years you have been friends, he's never pulled rank like this.

You can't believe he's trying to send you away after everything you've been through together. A minute of silence lapses and you finally reply, "Do I at least get to chose the style of dress I'll be donning or will you be making that decision for me too? Has our work together here in day been for nothing? You are my closest friend and confidante is my position so miniscule to you that you think you can ship me off at a moments notice?"

Helion was the highlord but everyone in their right mind knows that you run Day as much as he does and that you have been prepared on a multitude of ocassions to lay your life down for its wellbeing and people. Your eyes burned with unshed tears, but you refused to look away you needed him to know how angry you are, you need him to know that you'll go, but not without a fight or a reason.

Pensiveness coats your face, you slow down and take a breath and tell him, "If you're going to send me away, I need to at least know the reason why. I know you Helion, stop lying to me. I know this pains you as it does me, now tell me why exactly you need to send me to another court for god knows how long."

Helion has never had a good poker face. This shows at his failed attempt to feign indifference, when in reality doubt (and a bit of fear?) coat his features, he takes a breath and slowly says, "There's a dark magic in Prythian, I don't know what it is or what's causing it. Rhys and I can both feel it, and we don't know what it is or how it will manifest. Creatures have been seen in the land, one's straight from the stories that mother's would tell their young to keep them out of the woods. So far they've only been seen in the forests that borders night and day. You're the best I have and Rhys has the most extensive library on dark magic because of the Night Court's history with the prison. I need you go to investigate and try to figure out what's causing this. If it ensures your safety and the rest of Day's, then I will send you off to another court for as long as it takes."

You exhale the breath that's been you hadn't realised had been caught in your throat. Helion is rarely serious, preferring to run his court in a lighthearted and fun manner, which only makes the situation that much more alarming.

You meet his gaze and earnestly respond, "Okay I'll go. Thank you for telling me, the burden of this information is too heavy to bear alone." You rarely treat Helion with the level of respect that expected of a high lord, but you find yourself bowing to him out of respect and a sense of duty. "It has been an honour to work with you. I look forward to reassuming my position when I return."

You walked out of the throne room, alone for the first time that I can remember.

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The next few days were a blur. You had gotten all your affairs in order. You attempted to train the other members of Helion's staff to handle your duties (which seemed to be neverending) to the best of their ability, you threatened to place various curses upon Helion as the consequences that you will bestow upon him if he doesn't regularly write you back, and packed up the only life you have ever knew. You had never been away from Day longer than a short trip, the blood of Day ran through your veins, you didn't know how you were going to be away from your court for so long.

Although if you were going to be working with any other highlord you're relived that it's Rhysand. When your parents died in the war fighting in the Day court army, Helion took you in and raised you as his own. You and Rhysand being roughly the same age meant that at every political gathering or ball you would always be causing some sort of mischief. There was one particular year where the both of you were still learning how to control your powers, and wanted to see how much dessert you could winnow out of the banquet which ended up in a not so pleased highlord of autumn covered in pastry cream.

With the aftermath of under the mountain and the war, it has been a while since you've been able to properly speak with Rhysand. Maybe this new position will give you guys a chance to grow closer. You tried to think of any other pros of this move, while Helion loaded up the last of your things and held his hand out to winnow you to night. You had already said goodbye to your friends and courtiers in Day, so you took a deep breath, took his hand, and closed your eyes.

You opened your eyes to see snowcapped mountains, backdropped by stars so intense in a way you had never seen them before, and a glimmering city that spanned in all directions. It was beautiful. You just stood there in awe of the view.

You were so mesmerised you almost didn't notice the small black tendril snaking around your wrist, snapping you out of your daze. You didn't notice that while you had been nervously tapping your fingers. The smoky tendril had held your hand steady, with a surprisingly soft touch. It looked as though it would've been cold, but the floating slither of night was a comforting touch that helped ease your nerves. Cat-like in its motion, the shadow circles up your arm and goes to whisper something in your ear when it stops suddenly like a deer in the headlights. Seemingly spooked the tendril scurries into your shadow and disappears from sight. Stray wisps of darkness just floating around, is this normal here in night?

-

Your thoughts were interrupted by a mischievous voice you knew all too well. "Curious things the shadows are. They rarely ever wander around without their master, you'll meet him soon enough. Long time no see." You turn around to see Rhysand in all his highlord glory, sauntering in with a welcoming grin. He comes up and gives you and Helion a greeting hug. "It's always good to see you Rhys." You grinned in reply. You were suddenly very thankful that this supernatural commotion was not occurring in autumn as you would not be this excited to see Beron.

Rhysand showed you both around the palace, which was seemingly empty of his inner circle that you had gotten glimpses of during the years. You then spent hours drinking and laughing and catching up. It was morning now and Helion needed to return back to his court. "Do take care of yourself. I may not be with you but Day will always be." Helion looks as if he's fighting back tears. You embrace and say your goodbyes before he finally departs back to day.

The exhaustion of staying up all night finally hits and you ask Rhysand to take you to your quarters so you can finally sleep. "I told for the millionth you we're good friends please just call me Rhys." He says after hearing you call him Rhysand as you had always been fond of calling him by his full name, partly to annoy him but he didn't need to know that. "Okay Rhys, can I go to bed now?" You had already been at your door going back and forth, while sleepiness had you in it's clutches. He chuckles, "Yes okay. I'll see you tomorrow and formally introduce you to all the members of my inner circle. They can be a lot... so for now try to get some rest." He said as he closed the door to your room leaving you alone for the first time in your life.

You knocked out as soon as your head hit the pillow, the emotions and exhaustion starting to get to you. You hadn't let yourself breathe since you found out you would be going to night, either from worrying about how Day is going to be without you or how bad the unknown threat is to Prythian. So when you slept you didn't awake until it was pitch dark outside. You had no idea what time it was and had almost forgotten why you weren't in day.

It seemed you had slept through the day, which your stomach was protesting. Groggy and famished, you set out on your mission to find food. Right after opening the door, you saw what appeared to be the same tendril from the previous night. It started swirling around excitedly when it saw that you spotted it and made almost a beckoning motion to follow it. You were honestly too tired to question how sentient a shadow was and if it knew you were hungry so you decided to follow it.

Believe it or not, the shadow actually led you down the stairs and into the kitchen. Excitedly you went to start raiding all the cabinets, only to realise that they were all empty. Tired and hungry, you thought you were having a rough night until a pouting Illyrian warrior walked in, looking like he had gone to war and back. His mood was so sour, that it looked as if grey storm clouds should have been floating above his head. You were trying your best to blend into the background, terrified of facing the possibility of his wrath when a cup of tea slams down on the counter out of nowhere. This frightened you to the point that you jumped and spilled the tea all over the counter, which magically disappeared in the same way that the mug appeared but still drew his attention to you. His hazel eyes were daggers that bore into your skin and you would've thought him to be beautiful if he weren't scowling at you and your mishap. He was about to reach for his dagger, when a small look of realization flashed over his eyes.

"You must be Helion's guest from day." He looks you up and down, maintaining a look of indifference on his face. "The house conjures whatever you need, you don't need to scour through the cabinets like a starved animal." He says coldly. Shadows mirroring the one who brought you here emanated from his very being. You turned to your side and noticed that the shadow that had brought you here had been cowering in your shadow. Well you could see why the shadow would hide from him if he was normally as unpleasant as he is right now. "I totally knew that. I was just curious as to what was in the cabinets." You were lying and he probably knew it, but you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of your incompetence.

He raises a brow in response. You refuse to break his gaze, no matter how intimidating it is. In response to your little stare-off, the house plops down two full mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream. This again makes you jump. "By the Cauldron-" He just eyes you weirdly, as if mugs of hot chocolate falling from the sky is normal. There is nothing that ticks you off more than rude individuals, Helion has always taught you to introduce yourself to people and win them over via conversation. You're fairly popular in the political world able to charm and talk your way out of anything, even a grumpy Illyrian. You smile and hold out the mug with the least amount of spillage, "Nice to meet you. I assume you're one of the members of Rhys' inner circle, thank you for welcoming me into your home." He just takes the mug and starts to slowly sip it, that bastard. Nothing?

He just meets your gaze again, and while he didn't seem as visibly upset as he did when he first got in here his feature's were schooled into a mask of almost complete indifference. He just looks at you, nods, and says "Azriel" before turning around and walking off into the shadows. Offended at his lack of manners you scoff and start hoping that the rest of Rhysand's court is not rude or as odd as Azriel, apparently since you assumed he was telling you his name. All you knew is that you were going to have a very interesting time in Night and your time there hadn't even started yet.

-

note: this has literally been sitting in my drafts since october. I'll go back and proof read it later, but it just needs to be out at this point. I never realised how long writing takes... but oh well at least she's out now. Hopefully part 2 will not take nearly as long.

[no-ones-sunshine]

She waits until The Greatest Show Unearthed starts to play to open her bag of gummies, wiggling the worm around.

Fruit candy only

"I have all sorts of candy!!"

[naffeclipse]

So for O' Medusa, you gave Eclipse legs, but what if he's cursed with a full naga form? Would that change any dynamics? I'd imagine it'd be harder for him to garden since the length of his tail could easily trample flowerbeds.

It wouldn't change Eclipse's and the reader's dynamic as it is, but it would be more creature feature and let him have more ways to intimidate and trap briar in his coils to threaten them into leaving, but of course, they're too stubborn to flee from the temple. Eclipse would find ways to make gardening more accessible for him and find ways to wind his tail around flowerbeds and through trees. The reader would instead listen for the thick and soft slithering of his tail to announce his presence and they would marvel at what he would look like as half a snake, and half a man.

In rare instances, the reader could brush Eclipse's tail and feel his scales and the coolness of his body, and try to memorize the shape he must take—how frightening and striking he must be to behold.

[saphiccarma]

- Sweet Thing Pt.6/ Final 18+

pt.5

Relationships - Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary - Agatha and Rio show you how much they love you.

Warnings: SMUT, boot worship, boot grinding, oral sex, fingering, neck kissing, i think that's it

A/N: Final Part! Idk I feel it's kinda anticlimantic but i think i'm satisfied with the smut. I tried to interlope some of the darker elements in the wording, especially with Rio, but idk. Anyways, I will write oneshots for this still.

Your knees were cushioned by a soft, plush pillow. Rio had bought it specifically for you when you last went on land, a soft square to cushion your whenever she wanted study your more siren-like features. Her fingers trailed a delicate line down your cheekbone. Stopping at the corner of your lips, her own curl into a smile, one that seems sweet but tinted with an edge of cruelty. With sharp nails, she digs into your skin slightly and you lean into the touch.

It wasn't like your usual examination sessions with Rio. She was more touchy this time, her hands touching where you had human features, soft touches that lingered longer than necessary. You didn't mind, not in the slightest, in fact you relished in the extra touch. Your body leaned into it, absorbing the soft caress like she was your life force.

Her thumb presses on your bottom lip and your tongue flicks out to lick at the calloused pad. The action draws a soft, small, laugh from her head tipping back slightly. She looks beautiful like this - hair let down to flow over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes sparkle with a dark light, shimmering in the dim light of the candle and the sun shining through the circle window.

Rio tugs your lip down, softly parting them so she could press her thumb in. You seal your lips around the digit eagerly and your tongue swirls around it. Pressing down on your tongue, Rio looks at you with hooded eyes, her dark lashes brushing against the slope of her cheek. The eyes you gave her could only be described as love-sick, big and wide with admiration shining around. You're careful not to bite down as you press your lips firmer together.

"Such an obedient little thing aren't you?" she coos, her words condescending as she praises you.

Your tongue flicks along her thumb and you smile around the digit eagerly. Her grin only widens at your expression, turning into something that borders on sadistic. Without warning, she pulls away and you whine, your lips still parting as you miss the weight of her thumb.

She's tracing your face again with a slender finger, trailing along your jaw as her boot wedges itself between your knees. Your legs are scootched apart slowly, but she's anything but gentle. Then she tilts her foot up, pushing the hard tip of her shoe into the spot between your thighs. It's not a new sensation, rather familiar, and you take the que. You sink further down onto the leather material until you can feel it pressing up against your clit. Rio had explained human anatomy to you a month ago.

Your panties, or rather Agatha's, were wet - not quite as drenched as they've been before, but definitely wet. Heat, a stark contrast to the cool of the ocean, pools low in your stomach. It bubbles and makes you whine, a low needy sound. Shoving her hands in her pockets casually, Rio raises an expectant eyebrow. From that expression alone you know you're not going to receive any help soothing the ache between your thighs.

With frantic movements you begin to grind your hips along her boot. It's rather pathetic, the way you writhe like an animal in heat, a needy creature that's begging for attention. Rio cups your jaw and tilts your head up so you look in her in the eyes.

As you grind on her boot, you find none of the desperate friction you're searching for, it's not enough. Simply smirking, Rio watches you struggle with an amused glint in her eyes. A part of you hates it, the fact that she merely watches you without offering assistance, but another part makes the blazing pit in your core burn brighter. It encourages you to gyrate your hips around her boot faster. There's the annoying barrier of your pants and panties that stands in the way.

Your hands fumble to grab at your pants and pull the down. Rio tuts and the sound has you stopping.

In hopes it'll please her, and maybe she'll offer help, you let out a loud sound - an odd mix between a whine and a moan. Rather than helping like you'd wished, Rio stays still, much to your dismay. She tilts her head, giving you a look that could only be described as faux pity. Raising her eyebrows slightly and lips parting, Rio coos lowly as she sticks her lower lip out.

Slick begins to slide down your inner thighs, a clear sign of your desperation as the ache grows bigger and bigger with no sign of relief. After you spend a few long moments rolling and grinding your hips pathetically on the boot, Rio tilts the shoe in a way that has you moaning.

"Look at you," she croons, voice low and taunting, "Grinding on my boot like the pathetic slut you are. Who knew sirens were so needy?"

Rocking your hips back and forth in a new movement, you tilt your head back, making a pornographic sound. The crew would surely hear you if they walked by Rio's office, with how loud you were being and it seemed the squelching sounds echoed off the walls equally as bad.

There's a rush of pleasure that ignites your body with a fresh flame as the boot hits a specific spot in your core, one that has you seeing stars in the best way possible. With a final, desperate and hard, grind of your hips, you feel the pressure in your stomach pop like a wine cork.

Your hips stutter and falter as you orgasm in your pants, soaking the garment through enough to make Rio's boot shine. Chuckling, Rio withdraws her foot. The action is slow and taunting. Your cheeks hit as the force of what you just did hits you when you come down from your post orgasm high. Head still spinning, you dip your head down with an embarrassed whine.

Mortification rolls through you in waves, hot and heavy and nothing like the pleasure you just had. But the sense of pure content drowns it out as you sigh and drop and your head onto her thigh.

Rio rolls her eyes and tilts your chin up, "There's nothing to be ashamed off sweetheart, I rather enjoyed the show."

^__________^

You were helping out on deck, crouched down to scrub grime out of the floorboards. It was just about the only task you were trusted with after you nearly crashed the ship when following Billy around and doing everything he did. Agatha made it abundantly clear that you were to keep your hands off everything above deck unless specifically specified otherwise.

Fingers trailed up your spine, above the thin fabric of your clothes and you shiver. It wasn't Rio, no her touch was lighter and she was in town right now, so that left one person who would touch you like that. Glancing over your shoulder, you offer Agatha a small smile as she looms over you. The older woman narrows her eyes.

"Hi," you chirp, oblivious to the heated look Agatha was giving you, her eyes darkened with desire. She licks her lips, and her hands slides to cup the smooth curve of your ass. A light squeeze is delivered, and you yelp, glaring at her over your shoulder.

"I'm trying to clean," you hiss, waving the brush around obnoxiously and dripping soapy water on the wooden floorboards. She gives another squeeze , drawing another small sound from you as your glare weakens. She rolls her eyes with a scoff.

"Please, you're just trying to feel useful," Agatha snorts and she removes her hand. For a moment you think she'll leave you be now, after successfully making a jab at your task. But you're wrong, instead she pats your head patronizingly, "I have something better for you to do. Meet me in our bedroom?"

She saunters away before you have a chance to respond. You drop the brush into the bucket and water splashes over the side, but you hardly care. Scrambling after the brunette woman, you feel a heat pool between your thighs, and you hope Agatha will do something about it.

When you make it to the bedroom Agatha is seated on the edge of the bed, leaning back with her arms braced on the soft cushions. She points to the floor in front of her, spread thighs making her intentions clear, and you slip to your knees obediently. Hands landing on her clothed thighs you give her wide eyes.

You tug on her pants, and she lifts her hips to assist you slightly. Her panties follow slowly and you lose breath at the sight of her bare, and dripping, cunt. For a long moment you simply stare at sight, licking your dry lips and swallowing harshly. Silence envelopes the room, your eyes shimmering and hands shaking on her thighs.

"Well pet? I don't have all day," She raises an unamused eyebrow, tone dry yet harsh.

Nodding eagerly, you start with a soft kiss to her inner thigh. The skin is soft, perfect beneath your lips as you linger slowly. Inhaling her heady scent, you trail your lips upwards, leaving a wet path. You could hear Agatha's breath hitch as your teeth nipped down lightly.

You smooth the bite mark with your tongue before getting closer to where she wanted you most. Pausing for a moment to stare at her, you licked your lips. Her thick curls were damp with arousal, and you use your fingers to pry her folds apart, dragging your tongue over the pink flesh.

She groans, a hand fisting your hair and keeping you held close. You moan at the taste of her and gather her wetness on your tongue. She tastes delicious, divine even, and you yearn for more. It's pathetic really, how desperate you are just to taste her, such a simple thing.

Swirling your tongue around her sensitive bud, you use your hands to keep her thighs spread, fingers kneading the soft flesh absently. Agatha moans above you, her hand curling even tighter and tugging on your scalp. You pay it no mind, eating her out like a woman starved. The door creaks open but you pay no mind, at least not until you feel fingers dancing down your spine. You shiver and pause in your movements for a moment.

You go to glance at Rio, but Agatha yanks you back to cunt, "Did I tell you to stop?" she hisses, tugging on your hair harshly.

You whine, the vibrations shooting up her body with a fresh jolt of pleasure.

"Look at you," Rio purrs in your ear, her voice velvety smooth and your tongue drags over Agatha's clit slowly, "Eating out Aggie like such a good girl. I think you deserve a reward." Her teeth nip at your earlobe before she sucks lightly.

She doesn't give you time to process the words before her hands slip between your thighs and brush against your own, aching, core. Whimpering, you try and focus on the task at hand. It's hard to do so when Rio swipes her fingers and gathers all the wetness there.

Rio wastes no time to shoving her fingers into your dripping cunt, causing you to moan against Agatha, and the younger of the two plants kisses along your neck. The older woman is close, based on how her thighs trembled and her hands tightened in your hair. The action spurs you on, even as your clit is rubbed roughly. Another whimper from you has Agatha coming undone. The sweet, sweet taste of her cum floods your tastebuds.

You can feel your own high approaching as you eagerly lap up Agatha's juices like it's nectar from the gods. While you come close to the edge, you lose yourself in the pleasure of Agatha's cunt. Rio curls her fingers, hitting that spongey spot inside you and you see stars.

Her thumb rubs circles around your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to have you bucking into her hand desperately. Your release is so close, just a little bit more. Rio's palm is rough and scared where you grind against it, but you hardly care - in fact it makes it feel all the better.

"Pet-" Agatha pants, her hands pushing you away. Whining you shake your head, diving back in even as you feel Agatha go limp and her grip on your hair loosens. One hard thrust from Rio and you come undone, moaning and whimpering into Agatha's cunt as you finally pause, your own body shuddering.

You drop your head onto the mattress, breathing heavy as your mind spins. Rio slowly slips her fingers out of your tight hole, leaving you empty and clenching around nothing. A hand smooths your hair and it's hard to tell who's it is, but you lean into the touch with a sigh.

"Such a good girl," Agatha coos as Rio kisses along your neck, sending a fresh wave of shivers down your spine.

"So good," Rio agrees, "Our sweet little thing."

[biscuit-crawl]

The Greatest Show Unearthed by creature feature is a Black Sapphire cookie, Shadow Milk cookie and Candy Apple cookie song. to me <3

[bardic-tales]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Couple Questionnaire

This part of the questionnaire features on jealousy, cooking, and who worries the most.

Who usually cooks?

Bianca is the primary cook in their relationship, a skill she honed both out of necessity and as a way to care for Sephiroth. She enjoys preparing meals that appeal to his refined tastes, finding satisfaction in the act of service and the domestic intimacy it creates. While Sephiroth isn't skilled in cooking, he makes an effort whenever he is present, as part of his role as a service dom. His meals are simple and efficient, lacking the personal touch Bianca infuses into hers, but his willingness to cook for her, especially when she is injured or exhausted, reflects his devotion and desire to care for her in return.

Who tends to worry the most?

Bianca is far more openly anxious about their well-being, particularly when it comes to Sephiroth’s safety and emotional state. Her fears are rooted in past trauma and loss and make her hyper-aware of threats. She constantly strategizes to keep them both secure. She often frets over his well-being, ensuring he is cared for even when he dismisses his own needs. Sephiroth, while appearing emotionally detached, does worry. His concern manifests in action rather than words. His paranoia and possessiveness stem from a deep fear of losing Bianca. While he may not voice his worries, they drive his every move, ensuring she remains by his side. She remains protected and irrevocably his.

Who is more inclined to be jealous or possessive?

Both Bianca and Sephiroth are intensely possessive, but Bianca's jealousy burns hotter and more immediate. She is quick to act on her impulses. She eliminates perceived threats with calculated precision, whether through manipulation, intimidation, or outright destruction. Sephiroth, on the other hand, is colder and more patient. His possessiveness is rooted in an absolute certainty that Bianca belongs to him and that she is a gift from Jenova and part of his grander destiny.

While Bianca's jealousy is fueled by fear of losing Sephiroth's attention, Sephiroth is driven by an unwavering belief in their bond and a refusal to let anyone interfere. If Bianca is possessive like a wildfire that consumes everything in her path, Sephiroth is an ice storm that is slow-moving but utterly devastating to anything that dares to come between them.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @whatwedointhecraft @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen @chickensarentcheap @seastarblue

@inkandimpressions @arrthurpendragon

[izsheum]

some knockouts + little interaction between him and jack after he joins the autobots (he will get along with the kids eventually….Eventually)

[phossyjaw]

injecting my annoying hopless birds with potion of shut the fuck up

[eintausendschoen]

Oi! 💙 These cryptid features! Would live to see him rendered, too. Cool creature design.👌

THE KING OF THE SEAS (based on @bigidiotenergytm ‘s design!)

[knockknockwhosthereartistism]

Fish want him women fear him