#even the cheekiest ones xD

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

OOOH!that ghost kid thing with the digital circus performers was amazing!!! I cant resist but ask.but can you make a headcanons of the performers would react if spirit kid Y/n is more absent today and suddenly after a while appear with more blood than usual..static noise around them..and points at the group and is like “I know who killed me now…” and poofs again away?? they found out who but as like a scare they prank the characters by making them think maybe one of them did..

I feel evil so- XD

Hope u have a good day!!

I'm glad you liked the hcs! Spooky season may be over, but I'm definitely not done writing spooky content 👻

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Jax

He blinks, and then immediately turns directly to Gangle.

"Oh Gangle, I knew it was you all along. Tsk, tsk." He shakes his head, putting on the cheekiest grin as the ribbon gal cries out that she didn't do anything.

He knows you were just pranking all of them, although he does wonder who really murdered you and how you figured it out.

Given how much you've been disappearing lately, he's sure that it's only a matter of time before your spirit moves on.

Or maybe...you were cursed to forever live inside this game since you had no body to return to.

Then again, he's not sure if any of them do...

All he knows is that during the times he does see you with the group, you seem happier (although the blood and static noises are still prevalent and aren't any less unsettling to see/hear).

Maybe you've already made peace with your existence after solving this huge mystery, content with making dark jokes to cope.

Pomni

At first she's happy..

Then she's utterly terrified once it sinks in that you didn't specify who exactly murdered you.

All you did was point to the group like you were accusing one of them before disappearing for the remainder of the day.

This poor jester can't remember anything for the life of her....so she can't help wondering if she might've been your killer.

You did arrive not long after she did.

After Jax points this out, she's 100% convinced it was her.

Maybe she unknowingly killed you while wearing the headset and this was some sort of eternal punishment.

It's a thought that keeps her up all night (not that she needed sleep to survive, but she was quite exhausted in the morning).

You do end up visiting her to say it was just a little prank. It wasn't anybody in the group and you didn't mean to freak her out this badly.

That brings her a lot of relief.

Although she's not a fan of your morbid humor (not that she'll say anything about it, though).

Gangle

The second you vanish after revealing you knew your killer, everyone looks at each other in confusion

"Th-They didn't say who, though, did they...?" She mutters.

"Right, because they know it was you, Gangs." Jax remarks, causing her to freeze.

She's outright horrified he would even remotely suggest that.

Poor girl's scrambling to justify how she couldn't have possibly killed you when she's been stuck in the game longer than you.

Imagine her awkwardness as Jax openly states that he was in fact kidding around..

He also expresses his doubts she'd even be capable of murder...as he recounts her crying over accidentally stepping on a digital ladybug.

She's not sure whether to take that as a compliment or not.

Gangle only fully calms down once you go to her personally and reassure her you were just pranking the group.

Although you'll haunt Jax as payback for trying to throw her under the bus.

Zooble

They just turn to the group and sigh.

"Okay, who did it? Because they've officially given me the f***ing creeps popping in and out like that."

She's strangled Jax on a number of occasions, so they are very much capable of committing violence...

But she has her doubts since you still hang around the group.

Alongside Jax, she quickly sees through your little joke and rolls their eyes when you admit that it was indeed a prank.

She can tolerate your dark humor, knowing you can't help it given your "spooky" theme.

They suspect Caine murdered you since he seemed most alarmed by your arrival. Plus you never spoke to him much.

But no, he actually helped you track down your killer--who abstracted the second they set foot inside the game and got thrown into the cellar.

Zooble never thought she'd see the day where they were actually impressed at Caine's actions.

Kinger

Like Pomni and Gangle...he's probably gonna overthink it and grow distrustful of the others, wondering who did it.

You seemed quite confident and serious in your confession---and scary as hell, too.

He proposes they all discussed it at the dinner table and hold a vote on who to cast out (sorta like a certain video game with a name that sadly slips by him).

Ironically, he refuses to say anything and just....stares uncomfortably at Gangle the entire time.

But before any of the talks could end in fighting or her getting sacrificed to the Gloink Queen...you show up again, looking calmer and less bloody than before.

When you reveal it was just a little prank, Kinger sighs in relief.

"Good heavens, you nearly gave me a second heartattack, [y/n]! Why didn't you just say so?"

"...thought it would be funny."

"........"

"........."

"......AH!! GH-GHOST!!!"

"Aaaand there's "heartattack #2, ladies and gentleman," Jax shakes his head, kicking his feet onto the table with an amused smile.

Ragatha

She's genuinely happy to hear that you knew who your killer was...

Although before she can ask you who, you disappear without warning.

Judging from the way you acted, you were accusing one of them...yet you didn't signal out anybody in particular.

She knows that she couldn't have possibly done it.

So she spends most of the day trying to calm down Pomni and the others (but mostly Pomni) who think they might've somehow accidentally killed you.

It begins to stress her out a little, so she searches for you, and you prank her with something silly.

After making her laugh, you use that opportunity to explain that you were joking with the group earlier, reassuring her that it wasn't any of them and the killer had already abstracted.

Her face falls flat as she realizes you just wanted to see how they would all react.

"[Y/n], that's just...mean." She frowns. "Pomni was freaking out all day, you know."

"Tell her I didn't mean any harm...I guess..nobody here understands my humor."

"I mean I do, but dark humor is more Zooble's and Jax's shticks."

"....true. My bad, Rags."

".....it's okay, dear." She sighs, unable to stay mad at you forever. "I'm just glad you didn't drive yourself insane trying to find them."

[tomicaleto]

Obi-Wan, celebrity AU, fake dating, and “is that the best you can do?" if you're so inclined? 👀

Yessss! Let's goooo Please join me in this romcom. It was supposed to be a short thing and got out of control and surpassed the 2000 words xD Also, I've been thinking a lot of Companion Anakin inspired both by @tennessoui's use my body to break your fall (Companion Anakin AU) and @jswander's Gold Collar so this is my modern take of that trope xD

This would be rated M on Ao3, so be aware of that!

This had been a mistake.

When Obi-Wan had announced he was going to step down as a motocross cyclist, he had expected chaos. And he had expected the interviews when he also announced he was going to dive into music publishing. And they had come.

He was asked why he was leaving, if he was going to stop riding for good, why music publishing and several other questions, all bothersome in their intrusiveness. Qui-Gon, his trusted old manager, handled them all with grace, allowing Obi-Wan to hide in his hometown, a small place that had thankfully never been of interest to the motocross world.

It had been great getting reaquitanced with all his friends back at home, crashing at Cody’s couch and spending most of his time relaxing and working on his bike.

He was doing exactly that one afternoon when a shadow covered the sunlight that entered from the open garage. He looked up, ready to snap at whoever was trying to bother him, and almost swallowed his tongue whole. Anakin Skywalker, his best friend since childhood and his crush during their highschool years, was staring down at him with the cheekiest grin across his handsome face.

A gasp left his lips. “Anakin.” Of course he had got only more beautiful with the years, even with the scar on his eye from a riding accident he had had when he was twenty.

“You don’t call, you don’t write…” Anakin teased, cocking one hip out and resting his hand on it. “I’d started thinking you had forgotten about me.” He laughed, delighting in Obi-Wan's outraged sound of disbelief at that. “I’ve heard the news, bold choice you’re making there.” Was Anakin’s only opinion about Obi-Wan’s decision.

He chuckled and nodded, and Anakin took it as a sign to get closer, rounding the bike and sitting down next to Obi-Wan. “So, what are you working on right now?” He asked, as if Obi-Wan didn’t know how good Anakin was with bikes. But he explained instead, and they easily fell back into their old habits, their banter and their teasing as easy as they had always been.

---

A week went by with Obi-Wan and Anakin catching up. When Anakin wasn’t busy with his job (which he had kept a secret from Obi-Wan, only a playful smirk on his lips every time Obi-Wan asked about it) they would be together, either working on Obi-Wan’s bike or going on rides on it.

And then Qui-Gon had called.

Obi-Wan had just got out of the shower and picked up the phone when Qui-Gon told him, without any kind of greeting: “There is a ball in three days. Music publishers, composers and musicians are going to be there. If you want to insert yourself in this business, you must go while expectations are high. Make some friends, mingle.”

It took Obi-Wan two seconds before starting to ask questions. Qui-Gon barely explained anything else before telling him he had to go. Before hanging up, he said: “Oh, and before I forget, bring a date. Formal wear.” “A date? Qui-Gon! Wai--” But it was too late and only the tone answered back.

Three days to find a date? Obi-Wan guessed it wouldn’t be too hard to ask a friend to go with him, but he figured that wasn’t what Qui-Gon had meant.

Just as he had started pacing around the room, only a towel around his hips, the door to the room opened and Anakin walked in. He had a paper bag on one hand and his messy curls were pulled back by a hair tie.

But that wasn’t what called Obi-Wan’s attention. No.

It was the fact that Anakin had blue glitter on his eyelids and dark shade of lipstick on his lips. The planes of his cheekbones had been contoured to emphasize them. His scar, Obi-Wan noted, had been covered as well.

His outfit, though, was casual. His favourite hoodie and sweatpants, chosen for comfort. “Oh, you’re here.” He said, breaking Obi-Wan off his staring trance. “I was hoping I could see you before meeting with my client tonight. Here, I brought you something to eat. It’s from Dex’s.”

A client?

“A client?” Obi-Wan asked.

Anakin nodded, not caring at all about Obi-Wan’s confusion. “Yeah, I’ve been putting them off to spend time with you but this one is someone that pays really well and I didn’t want to miss the chance.”

Obi-Wan was only more confused, though a spark of knowledge had started to grow in his mind. “You mean, client as in…” He didn’t end the phrase, because labelling would make it too real.

Anakin nodded again, probably interpreting Obi-Wan’s silence as their usual understanding, where not every word was needed in their exchanges. Finally he turned and realised Obi-Wan’s naked state. “Are you having trouble picking up an outfit? Are you going somewhere tonight?”

“No, no. Just had a work phone call and didn’t have the chance to get dressed yet.” Anakin chuckled, throwing him a look from head to toes and Obi-Wan fought the urge to blush. Anakin had never looked at him like that, after all.

“Better hurry up then, before you catch a cold.”

---

Anakin had left shortly after, not wanting to be late. Obi-Wan had taken the opportunity to call Ahsoka, Anakin’s younger cousin with a bunch of questions.

So it turned out that Anakin had become an escort at one point after finishing university. It hit Obi-Wan like a brick in the face. He could see it, now that he knew. Anakin, with his gorgeous features and his wild curls and his long, long legs and those hips… He shook his head, his cheeks warm. He was surprised, and envious of all those who had ever contacted Anakin for his services. Just thinking about Anakin performing some of those senses had him feeling like a teenager again, when puberty and his crush on his friend had often overlapped.

On the other hand, he knew for sure that he wanted more from Anakin than just a good session of sex. And despite his pining, he cherished their friendship as well.

But Obi-Wan’s brain was also working on his options. Learning about Anakin’s job had given him the perfect opportunity to ask a friend to go with him as his date to this party Qui-Gon had mentioned while not compromising the relationship at all. He would ask Anakin for a night with him and pay it accordingly. He knew no one from his life as a motocross cyclist was aware of Anakin at all and he doubted the music industry would be any different.

Yes, it could work after all.

---

Convincing Anakin to hop on the opportunity was easier than he had expected. As a matter of fact, Anakin looked almost eager to accept.

And so, a day before the party itself, Obi-Wan had left his hometown to go back to the city, to his cold apartment and to Qui-Gon and his advice. But this time, Anakin was going back with him. He refused to admit to himself he was exhilarated about the fact.

He had introduced him to Qui-Gon as soon as he could, and resisted a blush when, after shaking hands with Anakin, Qui-Gon had thrown at him a knowing look that had Obi-Wan feeling like was twenty-one again, just starting his career.

Eventually, the party that could define how Obi-Wan’s new turn in life would go arrived and so Obi-Wan found himself adjusting the last details of his suit in front of a mirror. Anakin had insisted on him wearing his blue suit, one that had a pattern of white roses all over it. “You have to bring all eyes on you, Obi-Wan, think what Padmé would say.” Had been his argument.

And Obi-Wan couldn’t deny the idea had been good. Finally, he stroked his beard and checked the time on his wrist watch. “Anakin!” He called, leaving his room for good. “We’re leaving in fifteen!”

“I’m almost ready!” Came from his guest room. And only five minutes later, he came out of the room and Obi-Wan almost choked on his spit.

Anakin had a slim dress on. It glittered slightly when light hit on it. An almost obscene slit showed most of Anakin’s bare leg, just shy of showing his hip. It was backless, with a high neck that held the front comfortably. Anakin had also put on makeup again, accentuating the best of his features.

“What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

---

While most eyes had turned towards Obi-Wan, he was almost sure due to Anakin at his side. It was really a disarming sight for him. He had underestimated Anakin’s skills as an escort and had dug a deeper whole for himself because of that.

He wasn’t sure he would survive the night.

Make some friends. Mingle. Those had been Qui-Gon’s words. But Obi-Wan was reticent about leaving Anakin’s side.

After the third introduction, he pulled Anakin towards the dance floor, where several couples were slow dancing together. With a hand pressing on Anakin’s back, spread fingers feeling the warm skin, he led them slowly, following the rhythm of the music.

“I think it’s been going well, don’t you agree?” Anakin asked in a low voice, as if they were confiding with each other.

“I guess. It’s still early in the night.” Anakin rolled his eyes at him and pressed closer together. Obi-Wan stopped breathing for a second as he did.

“C’mon, Obi-Wan. Have more confidence in yourself. Where is all your cycling bravery?” He teased, and Obi-Wan tickled him in retribution.

Anakin squealed, goosebumps rising over his upper arms. By that point, they had stopped dancing, instead falling into a silly game. Some of the guests had turned around to stare at Anakin’s giggles. Obi-Wan was sure he heard an old lady behind him fondly sigh: “young love…” and he blushed.

Anakin finally admitted defeat and Obi-Wan stopped his relentless attack. Anakin slowly calmed down, his breath coming out in short gasps, his cheeks a lovely shade of red. He playfully glared at Obi-Wan before hugging him close by the neck. From that distance, Obi-Wan could feel Anakin’s breath on his lips and he couldn’t help letting his stare drift down.

“Is that the best you can do?” Anakin shot, and Obi-Wan snorted before pulling him even closer by his waist. Anakin let out a low sound, almost a whine and Obi-Wan barely resisted the urge to groan.

Instead, he leaned forward, until his lips brushed against Anakin’s ear. “You’ll have to wait and see.” He whispered, smirking when he felt Anakin shiver in his arms. When he pulled back, he got to see Anakin’s dazed expression and wished for a moment that this night wasn’t as fake as they both knew it was.

---

They got back to his place early in the morning. Anakin was a bit tipsy thanks to all the champagne he had been drinking through the night. Obi-Wan had, on his part, a long list of people interested in working with him in several different ways, which made him hopeful for the future.

While he closed the door, Anakin threw himself on his couch, kicking off his heels and pulling off a long stocking. Then, he unlatched the collar of the dress and let it pool around his waist. Finally relaxing against the back of the couch.

“Should I prepare some breakfast or would you rather go to bed and skip it completely?” He asked. Anakin hummed before a grin took over his face.

“Bed sounds nice, but only if you join me in it.”

Ignoring the pang of arousal he felt, Obi-Wan rolled his eyes and moved towards the couch. “The night is over, there is no need for you to keep acting as Anakin, the escort.” He said, casually, sitting down next to Anakin and bumping their shoulders together. “You can go back to being Anakin, my friend.”

When Anakin didn’t answer he turned around, worried he had offended Anakin (not a difficult feat, if he was being honest) with what he had said. But instead of anger, Anakin had an expression that Obi-Wan had found on his own face more than once while looking at the mirror. His eyes were filled with so much yearning that it took Obi-Wan’s breath away, and yet, he didn’t dare to hope.

“Anakin?”

The longing turned into determination in a second. With a graceful move, Anakin threw a leg over Obi-Wan’s and straddled his lap. “What if…” He started but drifted off. Obi-Wan couldn’t help putting his hands over Anakin’s hips. The touch seemed to encourage him, because he began again. “What if I told you it wasn Anakin, your friend the one asking you to share his bed?”

Obi-Wan’s grip tightened on Anakin’s hips and he let out that lovely, low whine again. With an almost equally low voice, Obi-Wan said “I would be very happy to do so, then.”

Anakin’s pupils dilated to the point the blue of his eyes was almost impossible to see. He leaned forward, their lips barely touching. It was paradise, it was madness. “Take me to bed, Obi-Wan.” Anakin demanded.

Obi-Wan growled, pushing himself up, Anakin scrambling to hug his neck and waist with his arms and legs. Once he was secure, Obi-Wan started walking towards his room.

And as he kicked his door closed, Anakin cheerfully declared: “I’m still gonna charge you for the party, though.”

Thank you so much for sending this one! It cheered me up a lot!

au + trope + prompt game

[exophile3d]

A giant orc boyfriend watching his little human carry things around that are almost as big as her without having to ask for help and him just LOVING it Bonus points for praise 😍😍

*Small But Mighty*

Oh dear. I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind, Anonymous, but my brain is just incapable of writing anything that isn’t shrouded in bloody drama. Sorry!

Mostly SFW. Minor warning for butt-grabbing.

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Magroth dropped the huge wooden spike into the post-hole and shoved at it with his full weight, embedding it in the hard-packed earth. The fortifications were progressing, but not quickly enough for his liking and night was fast approaching. When the suns set, they would come. Around him, his fellow escapees hurried about their tasks, digging a trench around the palisade, setting fires to light their arrows, and praying to any and all gods who would listen that they would make it through the night.

This would be their last stand.

He wiped his brow and took a swig from his water skin, nodding approval as each of the spiked posts was positioned, adding another few seconds of life to their defences. He looked then for Seline and found her issuing a string of orders to some of the youngsters. His lips curved into a smile around his jutting tusks on seeing her, his cares momentarily forgotten. Their courtship had been brief but intense, and he had fallen for her when she had bested him in the arena, her victory due in no small part to his being dumbstruck at the sight of her. It was all the motivation he had needed to fight his way to freedom with his feisty little human at his side. Their escape had triggered a revolt marred by carnage and bloodshed, where they slew the creatures who had forced them to fight and die for them. Their former masters would not so easily let go however, and now they ran for their lives from those that remained.

Magroth watched in admiration as Seline strode over to the pile of spiked logs, hefting one onto her strong shoulder and marching it across to its destination, her golden hair bouncing behind her as she walked. He leaned against the post and indulged himself for a moment in the sight of the sleek muscles rolling under her tanned hide, admiring the way she moved with a fighter’s grace, even encumbered with a log that weighed almost as much as she did. He knew better than to offer to help. She did not need him, and she had shoved him aside when he had tried to intervene, insisting his ‘big clodhopping feet’ would only get in the way.

His tiny human turned then and gave him a smile that set his giant heart pumping. He wished they had more time.

“What are you looking at?” she demanded. He could tell from her tone she was flattered at his attention.

Magroth pushed off the post with his shoulder. “Something small but mighty.” He gave her his cheekiest grin as she rested her hands on her hips and glared at him.

Finally they were down to the last few posts. Seline threw hers into the ground and kicked it to check its solidity, breathing hard and perspiring from honest hard work. Magroth lifted the final post with the easy over-the-shoulder motion he had used for all the rest and moments later, it thunked into place. He turned, strode towards Seline, lifted her with the same motion he had used for the posts and loped off towards the inner camp with her draped across his shoulder.

“Magroth! Put me down, I have work to do!”

“Me too,” he agreed, lacing his tone with suggestive glee.

“So put me down, you great oaf!”

Magroth chuckled at the affection in her insult, and turned his head to growl at her over his shoulder. “I’ve spent the last three hours stuffing poles into tight places. It’s giving me ideas.”

She started to berate him and list all the reasons why what he proposed was ill-timed and frivolous, right up until he changed his grip on the back of her thigh, stroking his thick fingers against the curves and valleys at the top of her leg. He let out a low rumble of approval as he moved his hand to rest on her pert cheek, loving the way it fit in his palm, and the way her scent changed as his fingers found purchase around its edge. It always worked. She had no more resistance to his touch than he did to hers. She was right, of course, they had precious little time remaining to shore up their defences, but that made one last tussle together more important than ever. If an orc warrior took the memories of his last day with him to the afterlife, then he wanted his final moments to be spent in the passionate - and surprisingly strong - embrace of his human lover.

They emerged some time later, sweaty but satisfied, and Magroth kissed Seline one final time, not knowing if they would live to see another dawn. He hefted his warhammer and bared his tusks in a roar that told the world that they were small, but they were mighty, and if the Masters defeated them today, it would be a Pyhrric victory.

As death descended on leathern wings, Magroth found he had no regrets. Faced with the choice, he would make the same decision a thousand times over: he would rather die fighting at his ferocious little human’s side than live a single day without her.

—

As an utterly random aside, you can thank Machine Head’s Robb Flynn for the name of this story. I was at one of their gigs a few years back when not many people turned up, and he kept yelling at us that we were ‘small but mighty’, and it just stuck with me! XD

[luxmcrae]

From the very same Asks post 😃. 3,5,6,9,89,98,150,216 Aaaannnnnddd Go!!!!😃

Oh my god, so many questions! Thank you very much @oddwilde22 and I hope my answers will satisfy you 😸

3: Zodiac sign?

Capricorn

5: Book/series I reread

Hmm, I read a lot of books, but I think I never reread one. Oh wait, that’s not true, I actually reread a few of the The three ??? books I loved reading in my youth. And I would really like to reread the Bartimaeus books some time in the future.

6: Aliens or ghosts?

Ghosts 😋

9: Favorite flavor of anything?

Definitely Pizza, I love the flavor of it! XD

89: Kindle or real book?

Now this is an interesting question, if you had asked me this more than a year ago I would have told you that electronic books are shit and only the real book out of paper is worthy to live. But now that I read so much great fanfics online I have to say that the Kindle, or better electronic books in general are a really cool thing because you can take all of your favorite books with you, and you can also save all your favorite fanfics on it, too, so you can always read it! That’s awesome! But I also love the feel of real books, so today it’s a tie between the two 😅

98: Three things I love?

So, three things…

First comes my lovely vixen and wife @thatlilredfox, she’s the reason my life is as wonderful as it is today, she helped me realize a lot of things, helped me being a better person without the want to change my everything, she always accepted me with all my flaws, my kinks and the things I love. She’s the best vixen I could have ever hoped for and I hope this silly lynx will someday be worthy to have her.

Second, my car. God I love that fucking piece of shit, although it eats all my money. I repaired nearly every part of it, I even bought a new engine and replaced it on my own in 2 and a half days, and now finally, after 4 years of constantly being frustrated or feeling endless joy when I drove on winding tracks with speed, I can say that I have this wonderful car in the condition it deserves, and I love how I it drives, how it sounds (god, I will never get enough of the sound of this fucking great 5 cylinder engine!) and how it looks.

Third, the Zootopia fandom. Man, I would have never thought what an impact on my life it would have, but I met so many awesome people, I made new friends through it and the art and comics and stories are so frickin amazing! I’m really proud to be part of this fandom, and I’m so thankful for all the amazing people I met here, the friends I made and all my followers (there are actually people who like my blog, how crazy is that XD).

150: What is the best decision I have made in life so far?

The best decision, hmm… I would say the best decision I ever made was to change the school I attended. Until 8th grade I was bullied, talked shit to and in general what you would call a looser. I had a few friends, but I never felt accepted or liked. That all changed when I changed school, at first all was the same, but I discovered my love for metal, found friends through it and became somewhat a bit popular? I was liked! I wasn’t bullied anymore! People talked to me and enjoyed my company! I found friends who still like me for who I am! I found my first love and girlfriend, my first breakup, so many good and bad things happened, I graduated, and thanks to all the support I got from my friends I knew what I wanted in life, and finally that all led to my life as it now is: Im married, I have a job I love, friends that love me and overall a life my old self would have never dreamed of.

216: Favorite fictional character?

You had to ask this, hadn’t you? XD Hands down, it’s a tie between two foxes. On the one side there is Rita from Jungledyret Hugo, the coolest, cheekiest and most sexy vixen ever (I’m sorry Krystal 😅) and on the other side there is stupid sexy fox named Nick Wilde. God, I have it bad for him, and I know you understand why 😸

Phew, this got longer than expected, hope you don’t mind 😅 And thanks again for the questions! 😺