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adore-laur · 7 months ago

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HARRY & NADINE

— a glimpse into her pregnancy and how harry loves it oh-so-much. from the foxtail universe and inspired by this ask 🌱

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At thirty-six weeks pregnant, Nadine was ready to pop. The summer days were long and miserable, and her intuition told her the twins' arrival was near. Or maybe her body just really wanted to be done carrying around ten extra pounds. Getting out of bed and even standing up from a chair was a mini workout. Her spine felt close to snapping in half most days. She felt enormous, and although she had been excited to show off her bump, it was becoming quite an inconvenience. Not being able to hug her husband and feel his heartbeat against her chest was criminal. Even worse was not being able to lay on top of him at night, skin to skin. How cruel!

Harry had measured the fundal height that morning using a roll of twine before cutting it and taking it to the greenhouse to get an exact measurement. Her belly was forty-one centimeters. In other words, she was massive.

Yesterday, she found out that they had fully developed lungs. Two souls were breathing inside of her. It was miraculous.

Nadine was in the home stretch now, and her patience was wearing thin. She preferred to have a spontaneous labor rather than a medical induction, so she roped Harry into finding natural methods to encourage the babies to finish baking in the warmth of her womb. His suggestions included lounging in bed all day, drinking raspberry leaf tea, and taking a stroll down to the village. Relaxing, but not the type of mild activities that piqued her interest. Her hormones craved a more rousing experience.

While feeling hot and bothered by watching Harry build a raised garden bed under the sweltering July sun, she perused the handwritten notes she took at the beginning of her pregnancy. Under the "Natural Induction" heading, she scanned the dozen or so bullet points and tapped her pencil against the word sex.

Peeking at Harry from under her floppy sun hat, she whistled to get his attention. He finished hammering a nail into a slab of wood before fixing his gaze on her. There's the handsome papa-to-be. He was a vision as of lately—more buff and dedicated to tending the gardens while Nadine grew budding flowers of her own that kicked and pressed against her bladder.

"I have a question," Nadine said, straightening her posture in the patio swing and stroking her bare bump. It sat heavily on her upper thighs, decorated with coffee-colored stretch marks.

"Nadi, you shouldn't even be outside right now," Harry replied exasperatedly, wiping sweat from his brow. His tattooed arms were tan and slick from hours of diligent work spent outside, the muscles bulging as he lined up a slender piece of wood against the half-built rectangular foundation. It was a gift for the twins. He planned to make them each an indoor and outdoor garden.

He'd been behind schedule, busy prepping the house for parenthood, and was now putting in overtime with the flower beds. But Nadine knew he was using it as a distraction from doting on her excessively. While she didn't mind being taken care of, she really didn't need Harry helping her put clothes on or insisting on showering with her. So for the last few weeks, she had shooed him away from her with the promise that she'd rest.

Today, she had truly tried her best, but after an hour of sitting on the couch and crocheting baby rompers, she found herself wandering to the backyard. Somehow, it started with her innocently admiring Harry as he got lost in the steady rhythm of woodworking and ended with her wanting his weathered hands all over her body.

Nadine half-scowled and half-smiled at his grumpy tone. "I'm in the shade. Technically, I'm resting."

"I would prefer it if you rested in air conditioning," he said, surveying his work. His hands were planted on his hips, and Nadine felt a throbbing pulse of need in between her legs. He'd left her alone, like she asked, but now she was aching for his eyes to feast on her.

"But I like watching you."

Harry scratched the scruff on his jaw and plucked a screw from his pocket. "I know you do, baby. Why can't you watch me through the window?" He resumed assembling the wood pieces.

Nadine hummed thoughtfully, then said, "Fresh air is good for pregnant women." She didn't like that his full attention wasn't on her, so she added, "Especially ones who are turned on."

Harry went to pick up the drill, but he stopped himself and turned to face her instead. The cropped white T-shirt he wore gave her a sneak peek at his fern tattoos. Further down, athletic shorts that were far too short and disrespectful hugged his sturdy, suntanned thighs. "I wasn't aware of that fact," he said lowly, taking a few casual steps toward her.

Nadine's swollen feet pushed off the ground to rock the swing. She removed her sun hat to view him more clearly, and before she could fix her mussed hair, Harry was leaning over and kissing down her neck like a starved and desperate man. His hands gripped the back of the swing to stop it from moving, his taut arms locking her in. "Have I been a neglectful husband?" he murmured, his kisses trailing over to her chest. "Even though my wife has been sending me away to the garden and refusing to let me dote on her?"

"Oui," she whispered, taking one of his hands and placing it over her breast. Through the thin fabric of her bandeau top, her nipples peaked. Although sore and enlarged as a result of preparing milk, they responded to Harry's touch in the same way they always had. "Your wife is in dire need of affection."

"I'm on it," Harry replied, sitting beside her and continuing to work his mouth and hands.

Nadine moaned, tilting her head to the side. She felt spoiled since she didn't have to move—not that she would have been able to without toppling over and wheezing. Harry licked under her jawbone before nipping the skin there; the softness of his lips was an addictive sensation. It was so lovely. Until she began to sweat and be tickled by his beard.

When she couldn't take any more of it, she giggled and pushed him away. "No more," she said, breathing heavily.

Harry rubbed his palm over her belly, feeling for kicks. He was obsessed with it. "I was just getting started, Dove."

"You're going to make me have a hot flash."

He stole a quick kiss. "Well, we can't have that, can we?"

"It's all your fault," she mumbled as a surge of heat spread across her flesh. Not even an ice bath could tame it.

"Maybe you should go inside now," he said, switching back to being concerned.

Nadine shook her head and said, "Your very pregnant wife needs one more thing."

"Anything, sweetheart. Your wish is my command."

She slowly stood up, groaning from all the aches that introduced themselves. "I need a belly lift. I feel like I’m about to burst.”

Harry's eyes lit up. "Yeah?" He sprung off the swing and interlaced his fingers, palms up, ready to hold her bump up like he had done several times before. Carrying double the weight during pregnancy was difficult to endure, especially now that the twins were fully developed. They pressed and kicked and stretched her beyond her wildest imagination, and while it was a magical experience growing two humans all by herself, it was often uncomfortable to even walk—or waddle, as Harry had affectionally called it. He was always eager to provide temporary freedom from it. "This might be the last one we do," he added, a soft smile gracing his lips.

"Better make it the best one yet."

Harry settled behind her and cupped the bottom of her bump. With a kiss to her cheek, he lifted, and the instant relief Nadine felt was second to none. She leaned back into him, sighing happily as the ten pounds transferred into Harry's gentle and trustworthy hands. "This is pretty good practice for holding two babies," he said. "God, I'm going to miss this unbelievable bump.”

"I just want them out of me," Nadine complained, wishing the relief was permanent. She wanted her body back. She wanted her babies snuggled in her arms.

"I know. I'm so in awe of you," Harry whispered over her shoulder. "Every single day."

"You've been saying that a lot lately."

He let go of her bump and moved to stand in front of her. "This hasn't been easy on you. It sure as hell doesn't look easy. Despite the lows, it has been such a joy watching you experience this."

"It's rewarding," she said, smiling down at the little kicks protruding from her skin. The fluttery sensation always made her want to cry. "I feel like a champion."

"You are. Ma déesse résiliente." Harry dropped to his knees and kissed both sides of her belly. "Et mes précieux bébés."

The babies kicked more firmly, and Nadine's heart soared. "They love their Papa."

"Mm, I love it when you call me that." For a minute, his thumbs stroked her stretch marks. Then he looked at her curiously and said, "You never asked me your question, by the way."

Nadine reveled in his submissive position. "I was going to ask if we could have sex."

He laughed loudly. "You're insatiable. I already tasted you this morning."

"Yes, right after you measured the fundal height of my uterus. Very romantic, mon amour."

With a tender bite to her inner thigh, he raised his nose to the frilly hem of her pajama bottoms. "Let's take this inside, shall we?"

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something-tofightfor · 1 year ago

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Liminality: Part 1

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,739

Rating: M - language, mature content, (talk of death and supernatural things, deception, Tom being his usually smarmy self)

Summary: After your arrival in Florida, you've got some things to take care of. First, you need to find a place to live ... then comes the rest.

Author’s note:

I'm so excited to start posting this story. I'm so excited to share more of these two with You. I have no idea how long it'll end up being, but I do have the whole thing outlined, it's just a matter of writing it.

This one is dedicated to @the-blind-assassin-12 - who dropped the idea in my inbox (not sharing that yet because it gives away something important)... and I haven't stopped thinking about it since.

This *is* going to be a spooky story overall - but chapters will be marked clearly with necessary warnings.

This is a set up chapter... but it's necessary. I promise.

Masterlist (for the journal entries and all of the other 'extras')

The phone rang three times before it went to voicemail.

The recording was an artificially cheerful man’s voice telling you that he was sorry he’d missed you, but if you left a short message with your name, a good contact number, and the reason for your call, he’d get back to you as soon as possible. Standard operating procedure. Alright.

Taking a deep breath, you stared toward the window. Maybe he’s showing a house. “Hi, Tom. I’m just calling because I saw one of your commercials last night, and I’m looking for a place to rent.” You paused and stood, pacing as you spoke. “I just need a one bedroom or an efficiency. I’ll be in the Tampa area for at least a couple months for work, so something month to month would be great.” You took another breath and then nodded, deciding that was enough for the voicemail. “If you could give me a call back, I’d appreciate it, even if it’s just to tell me you can’t help me out. Thanks.”

You ended the message with your name and phone number, and once you’d hung up, you tossed your phone back onto the unmade bed, crossing your arms.

Florida was the last place you wanted to be, but after a series of leads hadn’t panned out in a neighboring state, it seemed like your only option. And now I have a few weeks to look into things before … I have to worry.

Your eyes flicked over to the small duffel bag that contained all of your notes and research, along with your laptop. But instead of unzipping it, you reached for your shoulder bag and then your phone - dropping the device into it after turning the ringer on. “I’ll deal with it later.”

Speaking to the empty room, you slipped your feet into shoes and then headed for the door. The area you were staying in was typical for a suburb on the outskirts of Tampa, but you wanted to explore, even if that just meant driving around aimlessly for the rest of the morning.

A few minutes later and based on the results of a quick Reddit search, you were behind the wheel and heading toward somewhere called Carrolwood. As you drove, you thought about the failure in Louisiana, the phone tag you’d been playing with your cousin Alec, and the fact that even after years of searching, you still felt no closer to your goal.

“But at least I have the books.” Groaning as you stopped a a red light, you drummed your fingers against the wheel, shaking your head. “And the website.”

That made you roll your eyes - as it did often - but by the time you’d parked and walked into Foxtail Coffee Co., you were focused again. Even though you left your main research in the hotel, you always carried a notebook and pen with you… and you planned on making the most of the time in the coffee shop.

Once you had your drink - and a breakfast sandwich - you settled in at a table and put your headphones in, reaching into your bag for the notebook and a pen once you’d chosen a playlist. Make a plan. Make another list. Start small. Do what you always do.

Flipping past the previous few days of entries, you stared down at a blank page, chewing on your lower lip.

There wasn’t much you could do until you’d established a home base, and you had no intention of that being a Holiday Inn. You’d be able to take care of the small shopping list you’d jotted down, but there was no point in moving everything into your hotel room and then back out a few days later when you found a place. If I find one.

Leaving Louisiana wasn’t something you’d planned on, and if you were being honest, the sudden change had thrown you off more than any previous pivot in your search had. You’d settle in - and your stress level would drop - over the following few days, but until then, you just had to push through it. Nothing else I can do.

Deciding that you’d start with making a list of potential places you wanted to visit, you unlocked your phone and picked up the pen, tapping it on the page,

Before you could make a search, a call from an unfamiliar number popped up on the screen. It interrupted your song, and after a few seconds, you recognized it as Tom’s. That was fast.

“Hello?” There was a pause on the other end of the line, and then you heard him clear his throat before he spoke.

“Hi, this is Tom Davis. I’m returning a call you made about finding an apartment?” There was some shuffling, and then he continued. “If you give me some more information about yourself and what you’re looking for, I can make a list of properties to show you.”

“Hi. Yeah, that was me.” Taking a sip of your coffee, you watched as a young couple made an order, the man’s arm around a woman’s shoulders. “Thanks for calling back so fast, I figured it would take a while.”

“Nope. I had a client cancel this morning, so I’m free right now.” Lucky me. “Go ahead. Hit me. Tell me what you need, and I’ll see if I can make it happen for you.” Wrinkling your nose at the false excitement in his voice, you closed your eyes. You need a place to stay, and this is a good lead. Just deal with it.

“Like I said, I really only need something for one person. I’m in Tampa doing some research for a book and my website, and my focus is on local tourism. I need somewhere kind of close to a highway, and centrally located based on bigger areas of interest - parks, waterways, museums, things like that. Restaurants and bars are good too, but I’ll have to drive around and find those myself, so … that’s not as important.” You paused, thinking. “My budget’s flexible, and this is going to be really short term… no longer than six months on the long end, honestly, is what I’m thinking. I’ll need a parking space and would prefer air conditioning, but aside from that, it doesn’t matter if it’s an apartment or a loft.”

“Would you be open to renting a room?” He cleared his throat. “There’s a lot of older people around here, and a couple listings I have are for rooms in people’s houses with shared common space.”

“I’ve never done that before. And my hours aren’t exactly set, so it might not be a good idea.” He agreed, humming. “A guest house might work, though. Or an in-law suite on a property? I don’t know if people down here have those or -”

“You know what?” He laughed, the sound the most genuine thing that you’d heard from him. “People do. There’s no way in hell I’d ever want my mother in law livin’ that close to me, but it’s more common than you think.” You heard keys clicking, and a few seconds later, Tom spoke again. “I’ve got a couple listings that might work for you, if you want to set up a time to meet.”

“That fast?” Jaw dropping, you checked the time on your phone. It’s not even eleven yet. “When can you fit me in?”

“Where are you at right now?” He paused and then laughed again. “That sounded weird. Sorry. I work out of Riverbend, not that that will mean anything to you, but depending on how far away you are, I -”

“I’m in Carrolwood at the moment.” You interrupted him, pushing the notebook away. Could it be this easy? “I have no idea where that is in relation to you.”

“You’re only about fifteen minutes away.” He cleared his throat. “I can give you the address of a coffee shop close by and we can meet there and I can show you your options before you decide whether or not you wanna see any of them?”

It made sense. Rather than driving around aimlessly, he was making things easier on you - which you appreciated. “Sure, Tom. Just send me the address and I’ll head there now.”

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Twenty minutes later, you were parked in the lot in front of a Dunkin’, slowly finishing the remainder of your coffee from earlier.

You were debating over ordering a second - and a donut - when an older model pickup pulled into the lot and turned into the space next to you. Moments later, the same man from the commercial rounded the back of the vehicle, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the end of the bed.

“Here we go.” You got out then, the man’s attention turning toward you and the relaxed expression turning into a wide, lopsided smile as he extended one hand and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you, Tom.”

“Yeah, you too.” His grin widened when you shook hands with him, and then he used his other one to gesture to he restaurant. “Want to go inside? I’ve got my laptop.”

You agreed and when the two of you were seated at a table - fresh drinks for both of you - he opened the device and turned the screen so that you could see it.

Over the next few minutes, he clicked through a short list of available options, and you did your best to pay attention to what he was saying. But I can’t focus. There was something off about him - the falsity of his cheeriness and the speed that he’d been able to accommodate the meeting were somewhat concerning. But maybe I’m just rattled by this whole thing because it’s unexpected. Maybe it’s just a me thing.

“Honestly, I’d probably go for one of these three,” he said, interrupting your thoughts as he pointed to the screen. “MacFarlane, South Tampa and Tampa Heights put you close to 275 and downtown. A couple of my buddies live nearby, and they haven’t complained, either.” He grinned again. “The apartment’s vacant, so we could go see it right now, and the other two have lockboxes with codes, so I don’t need to make an appointment or anything.” He paused and then frowned, holding up a hand. “I don’t want to sound forward, because I’m not trying to be.” Wiggling his fingers, your attention was drawn to the ring on one of them. “But it’ll be faster if we go in one car, and since I know my way around the city…”

“I’d rather drive myself, actually.” You took a drink and then set your cup down, shrugging. “Nothing against you, but if I’m going to be here for a while, I need to get used to traffic and start learning my way around.” He nodded once, the man’s eyes on your face. “Besides, if we drive separate, you don’t have to worry about dropping me off before you get back to whatever else you’ve got going on this afternoon.”

“Makes sense. Just thought I’d offer.” He drained his cup and then returned to the laptop, finally looking away. “I’ll send you the addresses so you have them, but if you want to follow me, that’ll be good, too.” That was fine with you, and once your phone pinged with the list, the two of you stood and headed back outside. “We’ll start with South Tampa first and then work our way back up. Sound good?”

“Yep.” Glancing up at the sky, you took a moment to appreciate the warmth of the sun, and then met Tom’s gaze again. “Sounds perfect.” Maybe in a couple hours, I’ll know where I’m staying for the next few months.

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The South Tampa apartment was nice, but it didn’t feel right to you - and you told him as much.

“I’m not surprised. This was my least favorite of the three.” He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. “I personally don’t like that it’s ground level. And a lot of my clients - single women, parents with small kids - don’t either.”

“I just don’t like the size of it.” You pointed down the hallway. “The kitchen’s a closet. And I know I can’t really expect a lot from what I’m looking to rent, but…” That took him by surprise, but then he nodded again, pushing upright.

“Fair enough. Come on. We’ll go to MacFarlane next.” The man locked the door behind you, and when you were in the parking lot again, he spoke up. “You said you were looking for bars and restaurants for work, right?” Confirming, you waited to see what he’d say next. “Couple of my old military buddies own a bar down here called Ironhead’s. You should check it out, maybe you’ll like it.”

“Thank you, Tom.” You pulled your phone out, making a note for later. “Are they the ones that live here?”

“One of ‘em, yeah. Benny lives closer to downtown, but Will and his wife have a place about ten minutes south of here.” He gestured to his truck, unlocking the door. “See you at the next place?”

The drive was short, but it still gave you time to think, the caffeine from both coffees surging through you.

If the apartment that you’d just seen was the worst of the three options, you were in good shape. And if he told me to go see his friends’ bar, that means I have an in with someone that lives in the area. And they might be able to tell me more.

That was all you had time for, your GPS alerting you to the fact that you’d arrived, pulling up just behind Tom in the driveway.

“This one’s new on the market and it’s a studio, but it’s on someone’s property. They travel a lot for work, so you probably wouldn’t see or hear ‘em much.” He typed in the code and then stepped to the side, letting you head in first. “The layout’s not complicated, and I really like all the windows.”

You did, too - sunlight streaming in, soft carpet in the main living space, the bed tucked behind a low wall to give you a semblance of privacy. Not that anyone would visit. “The kitchen’s nice.” You stepped through it and into the bathroom, flipping the switch. “And the shower is, too.” He moved to stand behind you, though he kept some distance.

“This one includes Internet, and it says the TV’s one of the smart models, so you can watch whatever with your own accounts.” That would be helpful, and you told him so, turning back to face the man. “There’s a small covered porch around back, just so if you sit outside and the owners are home, you aren’t in view of the house.”

That got your attention - you liked sitting outside and going over notes, liked looking up at the moon and stars while you worked. And if no one’s staring, that’s even better. “Well this is at the top of my list.” You smiled, taking a seat on the couch and looking around. “What’s the catch?”

“Football traffic.” He sighed. “Noise from the airport.” Oh. Shit. “Season’s about to start soon, so the highways might get a little backed up on game days. And the planes … well that’s self explanatory.”

“Damn.” Frowning, you closed your eyes. “Alright. Well, I’ll keep that in mind.”

You left soon after, you and the man pausing in the driveway while he locked the door, and then Tom turned to you. “The third place is also a guest house, but it’s a little bigger than this one.” He crossed his arms over his chest, eyes on you. “It’s also a little more expensive, but that’s because of the neighborhood.”

“What about it?” Price wasn’t something you were worried about, because you’d purposely given him a lower number than you could afford. “Tom?”

“It’s one of the oldest neighborhoods in Tampa, so it’s got a lot of … shit in it.” He winced. “Sorry. Sometimes I just …” You waved him off and he continued. “More bars. Restaurants. A ton of parks. The river’s right there, but the place you’re looking at is further north than a lot of it.” He scrolled through his phone and then nodded. “You’re closer to Seminole than I thought, which is real close to another of my buddies - Frankie.”

“Another military friend?” He nodded in agreement. “Did you help them all find houses, too?”

“No. Well, Benny, yes. But Will and his wife found their place on their own. Frankie bought kind of on a whim, and went straight through the seller. Pope … is splitting his time between here and where his girl lives, so he’s still living in his parents’ place.” Tom ran a hand through his hair. “I’ll be honest. I’ve only been doing this for a couple years, and I kind of suck at it. I just needed something to keep myself busy after I retired, so I’m still learning.”

You appreciated the honesty, and for the first time, you felt yourself truly warming up to the man. Took long enough. “Well then, Tom, let’s go see this last place. Sounds like it’s got a lot going for it.”

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You wanted the Tampa Heights rental, and it took everything in you to remain calm about it.

It was almost a studio, but he hadn’t been lying when he said it was larger.

“They converted a poolhouse, I think.” The two of you were in the living room, Tom leaning against a wall while you looked around. “When they filled in the pool, there was no need for it to exist.”

“So they redid this. Smart.” You peeked into the kitchen area, smiling at the sight of the larger refrigerator. “I like that the bedroom’s got a door. This room is bright, and that would make it kind of hard to sleep.” He agreed with you, the man staying put as you stepped into the bedroom, eyeing the setup.

It wasn’t ornately furnished, but the bed looked comfortable. You had a small closet and dresser, and there was a second TV mounted to the wall. I want this place. “Internet’s included here, too.” He called to you from the other room, the man’s voice carrying. “The back of this place has some trees between it and the road, but it shouldn’t be too loud because it’s a neighborhood street. And then you’ve got the private entrance and driveway, and a couple more trees that keep the house mostly hidden.”

“It feels comfortable.” You reentered the room where Tom was, one hand on your hip. “I could see myself staying here.” Wetting your lips, you looked around again. “I think this is it, Tom.”

“Yeah?” His eyes widened. “You sure?”

“I don’t want to stay in the hotel for any longer than necessary, and this place meets my requirements, so yeah. As long as the owners are alright with a short term renter, I think … I’d like to apply for it.”

For the next few minutes, the two of you talked over the process - submitting a background check with your application, getting in touch with the owners, the timeline you hoped to move in during … and then Tom cleared his throat, saying your name. “It’s all contingent on everything coming back good, but a lot of owners like seeing money upfront. So, say you wanted to approach them with three months guaranteed and then month to month afterward for a certain period of time, paying upfront for the first -”

“I can pay upfront.” You held out both hands, raising and lowering your shoulders. “My last book did pretty well, and the website’s thriving, so… Three months plus a deposit is doable, Tom.” He looked surprised at that but made a note of it, the tip of his tongue sticking out between his lips as he wrote.

“Another thing is that Fis… Frankie’s always telling me that when he jumps on the highway to go to and from work, it’s not terrible, and he’s going toward downtown.”

“Yeah? He works downtown?” It was an innocent question, but Tom’s answer floored you.

“No. He’s a pilot, and he works out of an airport south of the city, on Davis Islands?” A pilot? Did I hit the lottery coming here?

“He must not be home much, then.” You took a seat on the couch, looking around again. “Flying out of -”

“He can fly just about anything, but no. He does helo tours so he’s home every day.” Your jaw dropped, head snapping toward the man. “What? Why that look?”

“Tom, one of the notes in my outline for Tampa is to find a company that does tours so I can get a bird’s eye view of different parts of the city.” You laughed. “Unbelievable, right? But I like to include different things when I write about places, and I figured that since there’s so much to see here, that would be perfect.” And I need to see these waterways, so…

“It would.” He eyed you for a few seconds and then nodded slowly. “I have one of his flyers in my truck. I’ll give it to you and then you can get in touch with him and see if he can help you. I don’t know if there’s a referral discount or anything like that, but…” Tom shrugged. “It’ll get you in the air and you don’t need to spend time lookin’ for a different company.”

Dumbfounded, all you could do was stare at him, both hands on your knees. An apartment and a pilot in the same day? What are the odds? “I… yeah. That would be… Thank you.”

He winked at you and then pushed off of the wall, pointing at the door. “If you’re sure about wanting this place, we don’t need to stick around. The sooner I get back to my office, the sooner I can send over the papers for you to fill out and we can get going. It’s Sunday, so we probably won’t hear anything back until Tuesday at the earliest. Then we’d have to wait for the results of your background check, so…”

“Sounds good.” You were excited - more excited than you’d been in weeks, and the urge to get back to the hotel room and start planning was almost overwhelming. “I honestly didn’t expect to find anything so fast, so… this is great.”

“I’m glad to hear it.” He locked the door and then led you to the driveway, walking to the passenger side of his truck.”I’ll just need you to text me your email address, and we can get started.” You did that immediately, fingers flying over the keys while he opened the door and reached into his glovebox. “This has the email and the office number on there, but I’m gonna…” He grunted, leaning further into the truck. “I’m going to write his cell number down, too.”

Tom stood back up and faced you, holding out a single piece of paper. You took it, eyes dropping to read what it said - and when you saw the main image, you froze, inhaling sharply. Well there’s something else I wasn’t expecting.

It was a standard flyer - brightly colored and designed to grab a person’s attention.

But the most standout part of it was Frankie himself. Or whoever that is, anyway. Even on paper, the man was attractive, his dark hair and eyes striking. Fly with Fish? Wonder what that’s about. “Lots of options for flights,” you murmured, chewing on one corner of your lip. “He looks … focused.” Glancing back up at Tom, you saw that he was watching you intently, eyes narrowed. Weird, but alright. “Thank you.”

“Let me get a pen, and I’ll give you his personal number. Then you don’t have to go through the -”

“No. This is fine.” Waving the paper, you shook your head. “I appreciate it, but I don’t want to just call someone out of the blue and start asking them work questions on a personal line.” And having his number would be … tempting.

“Your call. Just thought I’d offer.” Tom slipped a hand into his pocket, watching you. “Check your email when you get back to the hotel. You’ll gave paperwork waiting. If you fill it out today, just shoot me a text and let me know and I’ll move it along.”

You agreed, folding up Frankie’s ad and sticking it in your bag. For later. “I will. And thank you, Tom. For helping me out. I’ll be sure to mention you on the site and in the book.”

He laughed at that, reaching out to shake your hand again. “Don’t thank me yet. We’ve still got to make sure you’re approved.” True. You were about to open your mouth again when his phone rang, the man reaching for it without hesitation. “This is Tom.” Holding up a hand and waving as you mouthed the words thank you, you backed up and headed for your car.

You had high hopes for the apartment - you knew your background check would come back without issue and you had the money to cover the down payment. So maybe only a few more days in the hotel. That would be… amazing.

And as you backed out of the driveway, the GPS guiding you back to where you were staying, you couldn’t help thinking about everything Tom had told you about his friends - especially Frankie. He’d specifically mentioned his and Will’s wives, and Pope’s girlfriend. But nothing for Benny and Frankie. That didn’t mean that the pilot was single, but it increased the chances immensely. Not that it matters, though.

You’d had your fair share of short term relationships, hooking up with men while you were staying in a city and searching, but they’d always been with strangers. Not someone that I might need to work with. Eyeing the traffic around you, you rolled your eyes. And he might not even be interested anyway.

Once back in the hotel, you checked your email to see if there was anything from Tom.

There wasn’t - and so you decided to start doing some actual research. You pulled out your laptop and got situated at the small workstation near the window, notes scattered around you as you scrolled.

It didn’t take long for you to get lost in the thing that had consumed your life for as long as you could remember - the search for the line of wolves that had attacked and turned your family upside down nearly 150 years prior.

It wasn’t that none of the wolves had ever been found. Your family had had success - they’d killed the one that turned your great-great-great grandmother almost immediately… but the damage had been done.

As the years passed, and your family learned more and more about the supernatural world that existed only in the worst nightmares of most people, it became clear that just like with regular people, certain creatures made it a point to make the lives of others miserable.

They also often relied on their underlings to carry out their orders, as was the case of your family’s unfortunate involvement.

After being bitten, your 3rd-great grandmother had hidden it from her husband, attempting to deal with it herself. That hadn’t worked, and since she’d been alone and scared for every transformation before anyone had figured it out, she’d done a lot of damage in her town and the surrounding areas to both people and livestock.

That resulted in the need for your entire family line to flee to a new place - uprooting their lives in more ways than one all at once.

Your family had been as accepting as possible of the change in the status quo, but secrecy regarding her condition had resulted in strained relationships long term, even after making attempts to eliminate the wolves responsible. But we could only do so much.

You flipped through your notes again, one finger running down the page margin and lingering on the list of things you were looking for - bites in certain areas, broken bones in the feet and ankles, unusually gruesome remains - and then checked it against the meager information you’d been able to compile from the recent cases in Florida.

When you’d been clued in on the family mission, you’d been skeptical - not that werewolves and other things like them could exist, but that it was possible that one line of wolves was the only one responsible for those types of kills. Because it seems like they’d all do things like this.

Letting out a sigh, you flipped one notebook closed and pulled out a leatherbound one from years earlier - the property of your great, great grandfather - and scanned the small, neat script that filled the pages. Not all of them are bloodthirsty monsters, though.

It had taken some time - your first bitten relative long dead by then - but someone in your family had made contact with other wolves, convincing them to meet and have a conversation before anyone acted rashly.

That conversation was the basis for everything that you were still practicing a century later.

It turned out that multiple packs existed - each of them descended from a unique line that could be traced back to the beginning. Except for one. The woman that had met with your 2nd-great grandfather had been clear about many things, and laying the blame for the bad reputation most wolves had solely on what wolves in the community called the Chaos line was only one of them.

She’d expressed disappointment that your family was seeking out wolves with the intent to end them, but understood the sentiment - because they were looking, too … and had had no better luck overall.

That meeting - and a tenuous working relationship - between your family and that contact’s line had sustained the search for years. But as times changed, the wolves became less willing to work with humans looking to harm their kind. They’d assured your relatives that they would handle it, that they could be counted on, and that they wouldn’t interfere with your search for no reason … but that the sharing of information would stop.

That hadn’t gone over well, but luckily cooler heads on both sides had prevailed. Though you no longer had assistance from your former allies, they kept their distance - and you were careful to ensure that when (and if) you acted on information, you weren’t seeking out the wrong wolves.

In almost 75 years, there hadn’t been a misstep, and you were determined not to be the one that broke that record. “But I also need to find the source of that line.” Covering your face with both hands, you took a deep breath. “And it’s hard.”

You had a sneaking suspicion that Alec was still somehow meeting with one of the wolves and getting information from them, even if it wasn’t consistent. It would have explained how he always seemed to have a new, somewhat established lead, and why the two of you never seemed to be in the same place at the same time. But everyone searches a little differently, so maybe not.

Glancing over at the window, you were surprised to see that the sunlight had shifted, more time than you’d thought passing while you reviewed notes. “Shit.” Swearing again, you checked your email, finding that Tom had sent over paperwork nearly an hour earlier.

It was straightforward, and only took you a few minutes to fill out and send back, along with a text - just liked he’d asked. That done, you decided to stop for the day. Except … You reached for your bag and pulled the folded paper out, climbing into bed and leaning against the headboard while you stared at it.

In all the locations you’d been on your search, things hadn’t ever fallen into place as easily as they had in only one day in Florida. Part of you wondered if it was sign that things were about to go off the rails, but another part of you believed that things were happening because they were supposed to - because you’d finally pieced something together correctly, and were on the right track.

Frankie’s flyer included a website address, and after typing it into your phone’s browser, you spent a few minutes reading through it. It was more detailed - cost breakdowns, sample routes, gift package options and client testimonials were all listed in an easy to navigate format - and you appreciated the effort that had gone into the creation of the site. But even if it was a mess, the fact that he looks like that would make a lot of people overlook it.

His safety record and qualifications were extensive, and even though the majority of the photos on the site had been taken from the air and were of landscapes, there were a few more of him, too. One of them was of the man leaning against the side of a helicopter, a button down shirt open over an undershirt, both arms crossed over his chest.

He was smiling in that one, a genuine expression that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and exposed a dimple on one cheek, and at the sight of it, you acted. Within mere seconds of clicking on the “email for more information” link, you were typing furiously, lips pressed together in concentration.

Hi, Frankie. I was referred to you by your friend Tom this afternoon while he was showing me some apartments. I’m looking to book some flight time with you, but what would work best for me is one of the custom flight plans, I think. I can explain more over the phone, so please give me a call whenever you can. Thanks!

You sent it - along with your full name and phone number - before you could second guess yourself. That done, you exhaled, rubbing your fingers against your forehead. It hadn’t been a wasted day by any means, but you still felt uneasy being idle - even though there was nothing else for you to do.

With a quick glance at the clock, you got up and took the few steps back to your laptop, unplugging it and then carrying it into the bed. I can start making a list of bars and restaurants. I’ll need that.

Starting the same playlist you’d had on that morning, you opened up a spreadsheet and Google, getting ready to settle in, start your list - and figure out something for dinner that night.

But you’d barely added anything to it before your phone rang, the device vibrating on the mattress next to one knee. The number was unfamiliar, even though the area code was the same as Tom’s, so you picked it up, clearing your throat as you answered. “Hello?”

“Hey, this is…” He cleared his throat, too, and then hummed. “This is Frankie Morales, I’m calling you back about the email you just sent me?” You wanted to answer - wanted to let him know that he had the right number and that yes, you were the one that had emailed … but nothing came out when you opened your mouth. His voice. It’s so… it’s so deep and he … he sounds like… “Hey, you there? Hello?”

You’d only seen images of him, but the man’s face paired with the sound of his voice through the speaker of your phone was enough to bring him almost fully to life in your mind. Get it the fuck together. “Yeah, I am, I just …” Closing your eyes and shaking your head, you gripped the device more tightly. “I wasn’t expecting you to call so fast, it’s only been like half an hour.”

He chuckled then, the sound short and quiet, but it made your eyes widen and your lips part in surprise at the same time. I like the sound of that. “Yeah, I’m just getting ready to head out for the day. Finished my last flight and got my girl - the helicopter - ready for tomorrow, so I thought I’d check my email before I left.” Frankie paused, and then spoke again. “And your email was waiting.”

“Thank you for calling back.” Sliding the laptop off of your lap, you leaned back, resting your head against the headboard. “I figured it would be easier to explain what I’m looking for instead of typing, and -”

“A customized tour, right?” You agreed, nodding even though he couldn’t see it. “What area? And when? If you’re looking for a place to rent here, it sounds like you’re going to be sticking around.”

“Probably more than one, to be honest.” You frowned then, thinking. “I’m not even really sure what I want to see, I just know a few different places will be better than…” Trailing off, you closed your eyes. I hate being unprepared. “Is there a time I could come by your office or something? I could explain what I’m looking for and you might be able to suggest things since you live here.”

Frankie didn’t respond right away, and when he did, you heard apprehension in his voice, though it was quickly replaced with confidence the longer he spoke. “I do have an office, but I’m pretty booked out for the next few weeks, and I don’t have much downtime between flights because it’s a lot of prep work. It’s just me right now, aside from my mechanic.” Oh. OK. That makes sense. “But - and you can say no - I’m free tonight if you wanted to meet up and maybe grab a beer or a coffee if you don’t drink? That way I’ll know what you’re looking for and whether or not I can help.”

It made sense - and you’d just offered to do basically the same thing by going to his office. But … “I don’t want to take up your night, Frankie. Thank you though. I’ll just email you details about what I’m looking for and you can call if you have questions.”

“If that’s what you’d rather do, that’s fine.” He paused, but when he spoke again, he sounded determined. “But you wouldn’t be taking up my time. I’m meeting my buddies for a couple drinks, but they’re not off until later… so really, you’d be keeping me busy until it’s time for my my plans.” Buddies? Drinks … could it be…

“Are you talking about the bar your friends own?” Thinking hard, you tried to remember the names Tom had given you. “Benny and … Will?” He let out a breath, the sound registering as startled to you, but he replied right away.

“Yeah. I’m headed to the bar they own after I go home and change and all that. Standing Sunday night thing with everyone.” Glancing at your suitcase and then at the mirror across the room, you contemplated his invitation. “If you met with Redfly today, you must be sorta close.” He said your name, the sound filled with warmth as it reached your ear. “I’ll text you the address. If you decide to come, great. If not, just email me and we’ll figure something out. I can have you drop by during one of my breaks or something.”

He’s not being pushy, he’s just being direct. OK. You agreed, and a few seconds later, you got his message - pulling your phone away from your ear to look at the screen. “Got it. I don’t know how far away it is, though.”

“Like I said, no big deal if you decide not to come, just thought I’d suggest it. He cleared his throat again. “Either way, I’ll get you up in the air somehow. I’m gonna let you go so I can get out of here. Maybe I’ll see you later?”

“Maybe.” He laughed again, and then said goodbye, the phone going dead in your ear moments later. It won’t hurt to see how far away this place is. Opening the address in Maps, you were shocked to find out that you were only 15 minutes from the bar. And he has to go home so that means I’d have time to jump in the shower.

You only gave yourself a minute or two to think about it - and then you were on your feet, digging through your suitcase for a new outfit. Fuck it. I’m gonna do what I came here to do… and if that means meeting Frankie like this, than … that’s how it’s going to be.

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tag list coming soon!

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sassenach77yle · 1 month ago

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||COUNTDOWN || SEASON 4 EPISODE 07 || DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE ||

#83daysofoutlander☆

Scotland, June 1769

The sorrel horse’s name was Brutus, but luckily it didn’t seem indicative of character so far. More plodder than plotter, he was strong and faithful—or if not faithful, at least resigned. He had carried her through the summer-green glens and rock-lined gorges without a slip, taking her higher and higher along the good roads made by the English general Wade fifty years before, and the bad roads beyond the General’s reach, splashing through brushy burns and climbing up to the places where the roads dwindled away to nothing more than a red deer’s track across the moor. Brianna let the reins lie on Brutus’s neck, letting him rest after the last climb, and sat still, surveying the small valley below. The big white-harled farmhouse sat serenely in the middle of pale green fields of oats and barley, its windows and chimneys edged in gray stone, the walled kailyard and the numerous outbuildings clustering around it like chicks round a big white hen. She had never seen it before, but she was sure. She had heard her mother’s descriptions of Lallybroch often enough. And besides, it was the only substantial house for miles; she had seen nothing else in the last three days but the tiny stone-walled crofters’ cottages, many deserted and tumbled down, some no more than fire-black ruins. Smoke was rising from a chimney below; someone was home. It was nearly midday; perhaps everyone was inside, eating dinner. She swallowed, dry-mouthed with excitement and apprehension. Who would it be? Whom would she see first? Ian? Jenny? And how would they take her appearance, and her declaration? She had decided simply to tell the truth, as far as who she was, and what she was doing there. Her mother had said how much she looked like her father; she would have to count on that resemblance to convince them. The Highlanders she had met so far were wary of her looks and strange speech; perhaps the Murrays wouldn’t believe her. Then she remembered and touched the pocket of her coat; no, they’d believe her; she had proof, after all. A sudden thought hollowed her breastbone. Could they possibly be here now? Jamie Fraser and her mother? The thought hadn’t occurred to her before. She had been so convinced that they were in America—

but that wasn’t necessarily so. She only knew they would be in America in 1776; there was no telling where they were right now. Brutus flung up his head and whinnied loudly. An answering neigh came from behind them, and Brianna drew up the reins as Brutus swung around. He lifted his head and nickered, nostrils flaring with interest as a handsome bay horse came round the bend of the road, carrying a tall man in brown. The man pulled up his horse for a moment when he saw them, then twitched a heel against the bay’s side and came on, slowly. He was young, she saw, and deeply tanned despite his hat; he must spend a good deal of time outdoors. The skirt of his coat was rumpled and his stockings were covered with dust and foxtails. He came up to her warily, nodding as he came within speaking distance. Then she saw him stiffen in surprise, and smiled to herself. He had just noticed that she was a woman. The men’s clothes she wore would fool no one up close; “boyish” was the last word one would use to describe her figure. They served their purpose well enough, though—they were comfortable for riding and, given her height, made her look like a man on horseback at a distance. The man swept off his hat and bowed to her, surprise plain on his face. He wasn’t strictly good-looking, but had a pleasant, strong sort of face, with feathery brows—presently raised high—and soft brown eyes under a thick cap of curly hair, black and glossy with good health. “Madame,” he said. “Might I assist ye?” She took off her own hat and smiled at him. “I hope so,” she said. “Is this place Lallybroch?” He nodded, wariness now added to his surprise as he heard her odd accent. “It is, so. Will ye be having some business here?” “Yes,” she said firmly. “I will.” She drew herself up straight in the saddle and took a deep breath.

“I’m Brianna … Fraser.”

It felt odd to say it aloud; she had never used the name before. It seemed strangely right, though. The wariness on his face diminished, but the puzzlement didn’t. He nodded cautiously. “Your servant, ma’am. Jamie Fraser Murray,” he added formally, bowing, “of Broch Tuarach.” “Young Jamie!” she exclaimed, startling him with her eagerness. “You’re Young Jamie!” “My family calls me so,” he said stiffly, managing to give her the impression that he objected to having the name used wantonly by strange women in unsuitable clothes. “Pleased to meet you,” she said, undaunted. She extended a hand to him, leaning from her saddle. “I’m your cousin.”

The brows, which had come down during the introductions, popped back up. He looked at her extended hand, then, incredulously, at her face.

“Jamie Fraser is my father,” she said.

His jaw dropped, and he simply goggled at her for a moment. He looked her over minutely, head to toe, peered closely at her face, and then a wide, slow smile spread across his own.

“Damned if he isn’t!” he said. He seized her hand and squeezed it tight enough to grind the bones together. “Christ, you’ve the look of him!” He laughed, humor transforming his face. “Jesus!” he said. “My mother will have kittens!”

34 Lallybroch~drums of autumn

#outlander #the frasers #outlander starz #outlanderedit #outlander series #outlander fanart #brianna fraser #outlander season 4 #outlander 4x07 #sophie skelton #outlander book #outlander books

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deermook · 1 year ago

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HELLO TUMBLR im very normal, have some Warrior Cats MD

(‼️MAJOR HOUSE SPOILERS‼️)

House is a greyblue cornish rex and idk if frostheart is too corny, I was also thinkibg thunderheart or stormheart but idk its frostheart for now, he was a warrior intent on becoming deputy but he was struck by a car and his leg got mangled so the only job he could actually do was medcat. He used to be an exceptional hunter and loved to lead patrols, now he can hardly even get his own herbs without needing to stop and rest. It makes him angry with starclan and he adamantly refuses to communicate with them. he makes Chase (Whitefoot) do it for him, and when he gets prophetic dreams he keeps them to himself.

Cuddy is Lushstar, formerly Lushpelt, and she got the position of deputy instead of house when he was struck on the thunderpath, she feels guilty for that and he’s the best medcat any clan has ever had so she just lets him get away with his crazy schemes and flagrant disregard for the warrior code and starclan.

Cameron is named Moonface, shes a shorthaired calico cat with a pure white face, she quits and leaves the clan to strike out as a loner after falling in love w whitefoot and witnessing him kill another cat in battle because not only can she not love whitefoot now that she knows what hes capable of, she also just cant live in a place that may require her to take a life.

Chase is a longhaired buff tabby with white paws named Whitefoot, he talks to starclan for Frostheart and almost leaves after moonface but decides to stay and help the clan recover after the battle. He (naturally) ends up taking over for frostheart.

Wilson is a ragdoll cat named Riversong and he serves as the deputy until it becomes public that he is not ONLY unfaithful to his mate (i dont have a name for her sorry julie) but hes also having an AFFAIR with the medcat aughhh the drama!! he has to step down because Lushstar cant uphold her image as leader of this clan and just let that continue.

Enter foreman! Foreman is a brown tabby named Badgertooth. Badgertooth becomes deputy after Riversong steps down, and once Lushstar retires, he becomes Badgerstar :)

Thirteen is a silver tabby oriental shorthair named riptide, she retires early to the queens den after learning she has a terminal illness so she can spend the rest of her days at ease with a mate.

Taub is a tan scottish fold named Shortear, and he has fathered two litters of kits! Lol

Kutner is a siamese cat named Petalstep, he ate a bunch of deathberries and nobody has any idea why :( his parents were kittypets, he was brought to the clan as a very young kit after their twoleg threw him out.

Masters is a solid orange cat named sunfur and she has to step away from the medcat position and return to being a warrior because House’s flagrant disrespect for the warrior code and starclan as well as his attitude towards his clanmates was starting to make her sick.

Park is a black shorthaired cat with a white spot on her chest and a bobtail named Crushclaw and she becomes close with Whitefoot after Frostheart and Riversong disappear without a trace.

adams is a Havana Brown cat with a white tailtip named Foxtail! I really dont have much to say on her ^^;

Amber is named goldenglow, she tried to he a medcat but was too aggressive and thus became a warrior instead! She is hit by a car trailing worried after Frostheart late at night and dies💔

They live in the abandoned ppth lobby right, I figure its probably like. Overrun with plants mice and stuff so theres plenty for them to hunt, but they can also venture outside to get food too! Since the lobby is huge, I figure its probably a huge clan, WHICH is why they can afford to have three medcat apprentices. Idk about other clans, I was thinking maybe there are other clans on the different levels of the building? The cafeteria is neutral meeting ground, the roof is neutral ground, and anything from the parking lot outwards is neutral ground, obvs wherever medcats go to get visions is also neutral. I figure their moonpool equivalent is in house’s office somewhere, maybe the balcony? Idk, but he always brings his apprentices with him. Its a journey that takes him several days since he has to traverse the abandoned, crumbling stairs and other such obstacles that come with living in an abandoned hospital.

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junebugtwin · 1 year ago

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Behold: Foxtail aka 'Sarah' aks Lisa Wilbourn/ Tattletale!

For those of you interested in her Warriors lore: She was born a house cat (named Sarah unfortunately) but ran away from her owners as soon as she physically could. She joins Shadowclan for a short period of time, which is where she got her new name, but eventually found all the rules to be too stifling and silly and left. Currently a rouge who wanders the territories and stirs up trouble for her own amusement.

#her name is a bit of play on words what with 'tail' and 'tale' as in 'tall-tales'#very happy with this design #wanted her to look Vulpine (naturally) while still maintaining some of her blonde energy #face pic is takes place during gold morning #lisa wilbourn #tattletale #warrior cats #my art

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spibberboi · 5 months ago

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Espresso Oneshot- Night Train

Pairing: Enji x Thrax, EnThrax

Warnings: FTM vagina, trans sex, vaginal sex, top surgery scars, spicy things

Song of inspiration: Night Train by Jason Aldean

It had been a long day. A very long day. Enji was exhausted, but.. he had a date planned for the night. He smiled behind his helmet as he rode his bike home, thinking of the evening he and his lover were going to have.

I’ve been thinkin' 'bout you all day, baby..

Waitin' on that sun to go down..

He had texted Thrax about an hour before closing up the store, sending him, “Whatcha say I pick you up after work? Slide over, we slip out to the outskirts of town?”

Thrax had smiled at the text when he had gotten it, rolling over lazily in bed, where he had been all day. He had just wanted to spend time with Enji.. so he responded to him earnestly. “I got a blanket and a fifth of Comfort.. Maybe a little something to knock off the edge?”

The foxtail virus had giggled at that. Alcohol sounded amazing and cuddles sounded perfect after the day he’d had..

“It's supposed to get a little cool tonight.. Looks like I'm gonna have to hold you tight~” he had responded before saying he was heading home for the evening.

Enji pulled into the driveway after a little while of driving, happily shutting off the bike and then rolling it into the garage before he kicked down the kickstand. He took the keys out and then slipped off the bike, then pulled off his helmet and hung it up on its place by the garage door. He looked at the door as he heard it open, and smiled sweetly as he saw Thrax standing there, dressed in some jeans and a hoodie.

“There’s my baby~” The green virus purred, moving to Thrax and taking the taller one into his arms. He smiled up at him, his eyes softening and a lot of his stress melting away as those fierce, green-blazen eyes stared down at him and dilated. Thrax sighed happily, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Enji’s fringe before wrapping his arms around his neck and holding him tightly, securely.

“I’m assuming work was a hassle today?” Asked the crimson one as he laid his cheek atop Enji’s head, smiling as he felt the cytoplasmic ears lay down from the contact. Enji huffed in response, grumbling a bit, “Yes.. customers being dumb, my staff not knowing what the hell to do.. it’s like running a store full of.. microbes!”

Thrax chuckled at that and pulled back, looking down at Enji and using his knuckle to tilt his head up so he could look at that sage-green face. “Then how about we get some dinner ate. Then we go do the thing you wanted to do?”

Enji smiled at him and nodded, slipping past him and into the house, Thrax fully in tow after him. The foxtail made his way upstairs and opted to change clothes, putting on some comfy leggings and one of Thrax’s t-shirts, which was of course way too big on him, but that’s why he loved it. The virus then made his way back downstairs just as Thrax pulled dinner out of the oven.

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They happily ate their food, finishing up every bite of lasagna in the bowl. Enji groaned and leaned back in his seat, rubbing his belly and then sighing. “Damn that was good.. You literally make the best food, babydoll.”

Thrax hummed, scraping whatever bit was left in his bowl and putting the spoon in his mouth to polish it off. “It ain’t the best an’ you know it, baby. You’re jus’ tryna make me feel good~”

Enji giggled and held up his hands in defeat as Thrax stood up and gathered their bowls to go wash them, but of course not being able to walk away before Enji gave him a kiss and said, “Thank you, baby.” The simple gesture and words always lit a fire in Thrax’s chest, and he had a goofy little grin on his face as he walked to the sink.

Enji was quick to stand and pull him away from the sink after Thrax had set the bowls in, causing the taller virus to laugh a little and look down at his partner. “Baby, the hell ya doin’? I gotta wash these..”

The foxtail smiled at him and rounded to in front of him. “Leave it for tomorrow. Let’s get outta here. Go out your shoes on.”

Thrax chuckled, unable to resist when Enji looked so damn determined. He separated from his love and walked to the mudroom, putting on his shoes as Enji trailed in behind and did the same. Thrax soon remembered something and walked off, disappearing into the house for a few minutes before coming back with a bottle of their favorite Crown Royal and a nice blanket. Enji chuckled at him, “Really? The Crown? Baby, we got cheaper stuff.”

Thrax hummed, “I’m taking this as a special event since we don’t do it much.. we can always buy another bottle if we drink all of this one.”

The sage one giggled some and then grabbed his truck keys that were hanging up and walked to the garage door, holding it open for Thrax to walk out before he closed it and locked it. After that, he unlocked the truck and they hopped in. Enji grumbled when he noticed his seat on the driver’s side had been moved and he looked at Thrax.

“Dammit, what have I told you about moving my seat? I can’t see over the steering wheel!” He complained as he fixed it to where he could see and drive properly. Thrax just snickered, shaking his head as Enji started up the truck and pulled out of the garage and driveway.

They got out to the highway and Enji turned up the radio, humming a bit with it as they rode on. After about half an hour of driving, he turned down Ole Mill Road, driving out about a mile that way to where the road turned to stones, right to a spot that no one else knew about. He pulled off to the side at a certain area and shut off the truck. They hopped out and he locked it, tucking the keys in his pocket before they started walking a bit, taking a worn out path that animals seemed to travel through quite frequently to get to a field on the other side of the treeline.

Enji’s ears perked up then and he smiled as he heard the sound of the train starting to go by just on the other side of the hill that lined the field. Then, he took off into a sprint, grinning.

“Come on, babe, I hear it comin’!”

Thrax chuckled as he then picked up the pace, carefully holding the blanket to his chest as it protected the bottle of alcohol against his chest. They made it over the crest of the hill, and down below was the train starting to pass on by.

Got a moon and a billion stars.. the sound of steel and old box cars.. The thought of you is driving me insane.. come on baby, let’s go listen to the night train..

They laid out the blanket then and sat down. Enji was sitting up with his legs out, leaning back on his hands as Thrax moved to lay his head in the smaller one’s lap. Enji smiled then, speaking, “Yeah, I hope it’s gonna be a long one.. and we’re certainly lucky, it’s moving slow.”

“I wouldn't mind if it lasted all night.. Laying here with you is paradise..” Thrax spoke up, smiling softly as fingers and nails started to run over his dreads. Enji hummed softly as he heard that and his tail swayed a bit against the ground at the thought of staying out there all night. He grabbed the bottle of Crown then and opened it, taking a nice swig of the alcohol and sighing happily as it left a pleasant burn in his throat and chest, warming him up in the cool night air.

Thrax turned his head and watched, taking in every aspect of Enji. His membrane, his eyes pleasantly shut as he enjoyed the drink.. it all drove him insane, even if it was the most mundane of things. Everything about Enji drove Thrax crazy.. it’s part of why he stayed with the foxtail after Enji left Frank City and moved on to a different host. Thrax smiled softly as he looked up at Enji, lifting a clawed hand up and running his knuckles along Enji’s cheek gently, as not to spook him. Those pale blue eyes opened up and Enji smiled down at him, tilting his head as his ears perked up.

Thrax sat up after a moment, taking the bottle of Crown and getting himself a swig of the glorious alcohol just to match the buzz with his partner, though he could drink a lot more, of course.

Enji leaned a bit and wrapped his arm around Thrax’s, laying his head against his shoulder and sighing happily as he did so. He looked to the train then, watching as car after car passed on the track down below. It was so peaceful, being out there. No loud city noise, no car alarms or dogs barking. Just them, the wind and the train below. It truly was like paradise..

The crimson virus turned his head and looked down at his lover as he closed the bottle back and sighed softly, contently, before leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of his head. This ears twitched and it made him chuckle a bit before his hand came up and he ran it over them, watching as they popped right back up after his hand let them go. Enji looked up at him then, giggling a bit from the action. “T, don’t start doing that shit. You know I don’t like it.”

Thrax chuckled a bit and grabbed the tip of one of Enji’s ears with the pads of his fingers and hummed. “Ah cmon.. it’s so fun watching them move around.”

The foxtail rolled his eyes then and just turned his head, looking out for ver the rolling hills ahead of them. Thrax watched him and then opened the Crown bottle again and took another swig of it. He then capped it and set it to the side before he laid back. Enji watched him and snickered a bit, then laid down with him and cuddled up to the crimson virus’ side, closing his eyes. Thrax’s hand moved, starting to rub Enji’s back soothingly. It made a purr start up in the sage one’s chest, his arms tightening a bit around Thrax’s middle. Then the nails started.. oh those nails. Enji always melted when they started to run over him, coaxing a soft whimper out of his throat when they ran over a sensitive spot.

Thrax’s eyes opened and he looked at him, smirking a bit. “You and bein’ all sensitive..”

“Oh shut up, you ain’t no better.” Enji growled back at him, looking up and frowning a little.

“Oh yeah? How?”

That was a challenge Enji was willing to accept. He moved and smiled, hovering over Thrax and moving to start lining the column of his neck in kisses. That was always his weak spot.. it was an instant melting point for Thrax, and he sighed as his eyes closed and he squirmed a bit. Enji smiled to himself as he noticed that his plan was already working and he continued, biting into the junction of Thrax’s neck and shoulder before sucking a dark mark onto his crimson skin.

That’s when the whine slipped out and Thrax’s cheeks grew darker, looking almost black as his brows furrowed together. Enji giggled and started trailing his kisses down as he moved to straddle Thrax’s thighs.

“Sit up, baby..” Enji instructed, taking Thrax’s hands and pulling him up. His own hands then moved to the bottom of the hoodie and he started to pull it up. Thrax helped, soon taking hold of the hoodie and pulling it up over his head before tossing it off to the side by the blanket. Enji’s eyes widened just a bit, his pupils dilating some as he took in the expanse of Thrax’s broad chest, his muscles, the veins softly laying under the membrane of his forearms. And then his eyes landed on the top surgery scars, which seemed to shine gold in the light from the lamp they’d brought with them.

About a mile off Old Mill road.. That spot nobody knows.. we park the truck and we take off runnin’.. come on, baby, I can hear it comin’..

Thrax looked down in shyness before Enji grabbed the hook of his chin and made him look back up again, smiling at him. “You’re beautiful, baby boy.. don’t ever forget that..”

Thrax’s eyes widened and then they went lidded as he melted from the words, he then leaned down over Enji some and pressed their mouths together, a soft, satisfied sigh escaping from the pair of them as their lips made contact. Enji moved and his hands settled on the sides of Thrax’s neck, holding on gently as their tongues started to dance in the moment.

Got the moon and a billion stars.. the sound of steel and old box cars.. the thought of you is driving me insane..

They pulled away from each other and Thrax soon moved his hands, grabbing Enji’s hips and pulling him closer before those hands moved to the shirt the foxtail was wearing and started to pull it off of him. Enji happily obliged, tossing it to the side with the hoodie before Thrax’s mouth was on his neck, leaving loving, hot, open-mouthed kisses on it.

The sensation had Enji moaning softly as he closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, allowing the virus more access to his neck as his brows furrowed. Those crimson hands moved to his hips again, massaging, holding, grabbing.. it was clear that they were getting warm from the alcohol, as well as from their lust and love for each other. It became apparent when Thrax’s hand moved and grazed over the bulge under Enji’s leggings, making the sage one jump a bit and squeak.

A smirk formed on Thrax’s lips then as he pulled back and looked at Enji, “Oh goodness.. what we got here? Is my baby already so excited for me?”

Enji’s ears laid back and he looked off to the side, his cheeks darkening to an emerald green color as he pouted some. It made Thrax grin all the more and his hand moved again, palming at the bulge of excitement. It made Enji’s back arch and he whimpered some. He looked at Thrax again and growled a bit, his brows furrowing together in frustration. Thrax just beamed.

“How about you take care of daddy a lil bit, then I let you have me~”

Enji’s eyes widened and his tail started swaying, showing off just how excited he truly was. It made Thrax snicker some and he made Enji move before he stood up, kicking off his shoes before starting to get to work on unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off. He stayed turned away from Enji the whole time, which made the rabies virus whine at him, and in turn made Thrax ticked all the more.

After getting the jeans off his hips, Thrax kicked them to the side with the rest of their clothes and then he turned back, showing off the black, lacy panties he was wearing. He didn’t miss how Enji’s eyes widened in delight, how he practically started salivating over the sight alone. It made Thrax’s stomach do flips from seeing it alone. He truly did love this boy with all his soul..

Enji worshiped him day in and day out, like a god sent from the heavens to bless him. He showered Thrax in affection, attention, and all the love he could give. But also granted Thrax his trust, and allowed himself to be vulnerable, such as Thrax himself was with Enji. They worshipped each other, making sure they appeased their loving god and expected nothing truly in return.

Thrax snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground before him. “Come here.”

And Enji moved, sitting before Thrax on his knees and awaiting his lover’s next command.

Thrax smiled then and reached, running the sharp end of his blazing dagger or a claw along Enji’s cheek and then his jaw. “That’s a good boy.. you gonna made Daddy feel good, right?”

Enji nodded in earnest, smiling up at him softly before he sat up on his knees, placing his hands on top of Thrax’s well-toned thighs, rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin atop them gently. Thrax then reached down with that confirmation and hooked a claw under the crotch of the panties, pulling them off to the side. Then he curled his finger at Enji, signaling for him to come closer, to which he did. He looked up at him before moving close in anticipation, waiting for the go-ahead. Thrax could feel is breath on him, warming up the cooled slick that coated his folds and it made him shudder. He then nodded to Enji.

That’s when that damn forked tongue came out, running all the way from the back of the mound of sweet flesh to the front, right over Thrax’s clit. Thrax had to cover his mouth from it alone, his eyebrows furrowing. But his eyes rolled back when Enji’s tongue delved down between the folds, starting to consume every inch of his lover.

To Enji, the magma colored slick tasted so sweet, like the essence of fruit, of candy.. it was addicting. Not to mention the smell.. all of it was driving the foxtail crazy. He smirked to himself as he felt Thrax’s thighs shaking from the pleasure of it and his hands moved, rubbing those strong thighs. Thrax moaned out, almost sounding like he was growling in response to the touches. It was all driving him fucking mad.. it had been a while since they had last done anything due to poor Enji being so overworked as of late. But the pent up stress was worth it for this..

Thrax could already feel his core tightening up and he leaned his head back as his hands move and gripped on to Enji’s ears while he was being ate out, the beautiful creature letting strings of deep, guttural moans escape his throat as the pressure got more intense. What really god Thrax was when Enji’s tongue extended and the end of it slipped into him, while the base of his tongue still worked against his clit.

“Ah fuck, baby.. you.. fuckin’ hells.. you’re gonna.. god, I’m gonna cum fast at this rate..” The crimson one sighed out, his brows furrowing as he looked back down to Enji, who was blissed out from just the work he was doing to his lover.

It didn’t take long before those strong thighs tightened around Enji’s head and squished it some. The orgasm was breathtaking and Thrax bared his hips down hard on Enji’s face, practically suffocating the foxtail, but he didn’t mind. Enji kept his tongue moving throughout the whole thing, making the orgasm that much more intense for Thrax.

After the convulsions ended, Enji slipped his tongue out and crawled back up his lover, humming softly as he planted kiss after kiss on his skin before reaching his lips. The kiss was searing, as Thrax had already recovered and was raring for more. The red pathogen flipped them, seeming it his turn to make his baby feel good. Hooking a claw under Enji’s boxers, Thrax sliced the material clean in half, then pulled them off of his legs. Enji squeaked a bit against Thrax’s mouth, his eyebrows furrowing a bit. Thrax pulled back and looked at him, retracting his tongue from his lover’s throat.

Enji was panting, his whole face glowing with blush. It was beautiful to Thrax.. they had been together a couple of years now, and Enji never ceased to amaze the crimson virus. Like him, the poor thing had worked day in and day out to make a body a suitable residence, to make it *home*. He worked so Thrax didn’t have to, got him everything he needed, everything he could ever want. At the end of the day, Enji chose Thrax above all..

“I love you..” slipped from Thrax’s throat as he stared down at Enji. The foxtail’s eyes widened just a bit. It wasn’t that he didn’t hear it much, it was the way Thrax said it. It wasn’t just the passing ‘love you’ that they always shared, this was.. deep, full of emotion. Enji smiled and reached up, holding his cheeks in his hands. “I love you too, baby.. more than you could ever imagine..”

That sent a flare of warmth to Thrax’s chest and he smiled a little, the hills of his brows furrowing softly before he leaned down and started to pepper his own kisses to Enji’s face, down his jaw and neck and then all the way down to his groin. With careful hands, Thrax took Enji’s cock into hand, humming as he stroked it a few times before pressing a kiss to the head of it, all while staring up with those acidic eyes.

Enji whimpered a bit, his hand reaching down to take hold of the top of Thrax’s dreads and holding on gently. That’s when Thrax wrapped his lips around the erection, soon starting to slowly take more and more of it into his mouth. The moans that escaped the foxtail were guttural.. real. Thrax felt himself getting wet all over again, and his spare hand reached down to press the pads of his fingers against his clit, moving slowly against it.

The foxtail looked down at him, propping himself up on his elbows as his brows furrowed. The heat pooling in his stomach was immense, making him lean his head back as moan after moan spilled from his throat and lungs like sweet honey to Thrax’s ears. That tongue.. the grazing of teeth.. and the sight of Thrax playing with himself.. it was all too much.

“I.. baby.. I’m getting close..” Enji whined as he looked down at him once again, his brows furrowing together as he gently bit his lip. Those acidic eyes looked up at him then, pupils dilated to the max with just a ring of those bright green irises. Enji moaned again.. gods the way he looked, his dreads all over the place, saliva dripping down his chin, not to mention.. he could hear how wet he was. It was a sensory overload in all the right ways.

Thrax didn’t let up from his ministrations and continued engulfing and letting go of Enji, humming a bit as he closed his eyes again. The foxtail’s ears laid back then as the pit in his stomach finally burned with life and orgasm took hold. He cried out, his back arching hard off the ground. That didn’t stop Thrax though..

The red pathogen moved both hands to Enji’s thighs and held him there while he continued, the foxtail bucking a bit wildly as he attempted to get away from that scalding mouth but couldn’t. Once the orgasm was done, Enji collapsed in a heap of panting and curses, using his forearm to cover his eyes as he did so.

“Fuck, baby..” The foxtail whispered, soon sitting up to look at him. Thrax smirked a bit, pulling off of Enji’s cock finally and sitting up on his hands and knees. He opened his mouth and let his tongue fall out, showing off that not a drop of Enji’s essence went to waste, as he had swallowed it all. Enji beamed a bit then and cupped his cheek a little, “That’s a good boy~”

Thrax shuddered from the praise, then turned his head and kissed the palm by his face.

But it wasn’t enough yet.. Thrax shoved Enji back down and moved over him, his hips hovering just above Enji’s as his hand reached back and took hold of his lover’s cock once more. “Are ya ready for me, baby?~” He asked as he looked down at Enji, who bit the inside of his lip and nodded, hands on Thrax’s thighs.

The red pathogen then moved and sank himself down onto Enji’s girth, his brows furrowing together as he whimpered a bit. He bit his lip and soon took Enji all the way to the hilt, moaning softly at how nice and snug he sat inside. Thrax felt Enji twitching and he snickered a little bit, soon slowly lifting up his hips and then moving them back down.. up.. down..

Enji whined from the slow pace, his eyes rolling back as the pads of his fingers dug into Thrax’s thighs. “Babyyy.. come on, don’t do me like that..” he groaned, closing his eyes as he felt that heat start to pool in his stomach again. Thrax just continued, wondering if he could pull out that demon that laid dormant in Enji so often.. the one that left him breathless, begging and a total mess. With enough of his teasing, he was sure he could get it to come to life once more..

In.. out.. iiiin… out..

It was absolutely killing Enji. The foxtail growled, absolutely hating this slow pace. Thrax knew it was getting to him.

After a few more moments of the slow ministrations, something snapped in Enji and he flipped them, pinning Thrax down to the ground on the blanket before lifting one of his legs up as he started to snap his hips nice and hard. It was already making the red virus roll his eyes back as he dug his claws into the ground, biting his lip hard. God was he gonna be sore tomorrow..

Enji soon moved a hand down and used his thumb to rub Thrax’s clit, growling darkly as he continued to fuck the pathogen into oblivion. Thrax was trying really hard not to be loud, but by god it was hard.. Enji hit all the right spots in him, and the way the head of his cock was kissing his cervix.. by the gods it was absolute bliss.

Enji’s pace never failed, never faltered.. the repetition was key, and it already pulled Thrax into a mini orgasm alone. He whined as his body was wracked with electricity, his eyes rolling back for a moment as he did so. But that wasn’t even close to the end.. Enji flipped him over onto his stomach and pulled his hips up so they were hiked up in the air, the perfect level for Enji to hit deep inside of him. Thrax just let it all loose then, curses, moans, whines, everything escaping his throat as he screwed his eyes shut. His claws were practically about to tear through the blanket as he was pounded into it, feeling a second and certainly more intense orgasm coming on.

The foxtail didn’t let up for even a second, his hands holding onto the virus’ hips as he leaned down and started to bite and mark his lover up, claiming him as his own. “Who do you belong to, Daddy..” Enji growled out, teeth bared. Thrax turned his head to look at him, his expression saying everything. “You, baby.. you.. I-I’m all yours..”

Enji smiled then and continued his bites, his kisses, his loving. It was all getting to be too much for the pair of them, and Enji didn’t dare to pull out. Thrax took no notice as finally, that wave of white hit him and his whole body went rigid. He choked back a moan, his hands gripping the blanket below him hard and pulling up on the grass beneath it as curses flew from his mouth.

The tightness around Enji made his pace waver until finally, he was spilling every last drop of his essence into Thrax, filling the poor thing up to the hilt. After a few more pert thrusts, Enji finally pulled out and collapsed down next to Thrax, whose legs gave out under him and he laid down flat now.

All that could be heard was their breathing.. soft, sweet.. after a while, the pair looked at each other and finally moved, tangling in each other’s embrace and giving soft kisses and loving words.

“I love you..” Came from the red pathogen again. Enji looked at him, and smiled softly this time as he reached and pet his cheek gently.

“I love you too, Firebug.. I will love you forever and for always..” Enji responded, running a thumb over the crest of Thrax’s cheek as they looked into each other’s eyes. Icy blue stared right into acidic gold, soon both sets of eyes closing as they listened to the sounds of the night train chugging on through the valley..

Come on, baby, let’s go listen to the night train..

#oc #osmosis jones #osmosis jones thrax #osmosis jones oc #thrax #fanfic #fan work #enthrax

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psychedelic-charm · 1 year ago

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Sphynxeye

Your path may pave to Sphynxeye one who's inspirited, unafraid. They are loyal and quick with wit, here lies the thrill in which you crave. Those sorted into Sphynxeye are fierce in nearly all aspects; loyalty, bravery, wit. Most witches and wizards placed here are devoted and adventurous, the warriors and the philosophers. A boil in their blood, a gleam in their eye, and still they are soft. Their personalities similar to that of their feline house name. "I'm not sure what I'll do, but - well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale." -F. Scott Fitzgerald

This came from McKenna Kaelin's Star-Sorting Quiz. Check out her "Ilvermorny Reimagined" video on YouTube.

#cozykitsune #ilvermorny houses #sphynxeye #we need more people sorted into this house #ilvermorny reimagined #foxtail house #sparrowcrest #youtube

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unexpectedplantblr · 8 months ago

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I DONT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT PLANTS. UNSOLICITED ADVICE ABOUT ANYTHING PICTURED ON THIS BLOG EAGERLY WELCOMED.

running list of identified plants on my property:

fruiting

lemon 🍋 (myers suspected)

cherry 🍒 x 2 (one is tagged rainier cherry)

peach 🍑 x 3 (one is tagged black boy dwarf peach)

apple 🍎 x 3 (one is tagged vanilla ice cream apple, which i suspect is a unique hybrid.)

pear 🍐 x 2 (one i am still not positive of)

plum x 3 (one is tagged coe’s golden drop)

pomegranate

fig (and fig and fig and fig. i see chainsaws in my future)

mulberry x 2 (will remain in their pots until further notice)

lemon cucumber 🥒 (new addition, my garden pick)

cherry tomatoes 🍅 (new addition, my moms garden pick)

grape 🍇 x ? (1 found living vine, tagged thompsons seedless. other vine scraps pulled that may not have quite given up yet)

flowering

rose (tagged david austin)

hydrangea

easter cactus (struggling. was my grandmas)

daffodils (were flowering before house purchase now wildly overgrown)

geraniums (hot pink!)

false shamrock

gardenia

redvein chinese lantern

chrysanthemum

friends

giant sequoia

aloe vera x 5+

foxtail fern

teensy lil asparagus (not very edible)

venus flytrap

#updated 5/11

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starheart-blog · 5 months ago

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Luna The Wolf Boss/Luna The White Wolf Boss and her Gang.

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Note: She is The Mafia Boss of Her Group/Gang.

Note: she is very protective and Powerful.

Note: she lives in Toon City with her gang.

Note: she works at night which is making sure that everyone pays their money and Bills on time.

Note: she is very close with KittyCat and she sees KittyCat as her Sister.

Note: Luna is a big wolf, very bigger then KittyCat and taller than KittyCat.

Note: because, she is a wolf and Wolves are bigger then House Cats.

Note: she is very close to Ruby too.

Note: she is very protective and Close to her gang.

Personality: calm, chill, careful, Cold, Quiet, Silent, very Smart, Protective, Understanding and can be Serious at very times.

Fun fact 1: she and kittyCat were Created at the same time.

Fun fact 2: Luna eyes were never purple...her eyes were like KittyCat Eyes but has time passes, she ended up with Purple eyes.

Note: she is still very close friends with KittyCat and Ruby.

Fun fact 3: Luna was the one that helped Ruby to be Strong.

Fun fact 4: she doesn't like Outsiders...

Note: Her Zodiac sign is Taurus. ♉

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FoxTail/FoxTail The Fox:

Note: he is one of Luna's Gang Members.

Note: he is very good at shooting.

Note: he is very Dangerous and Very Smart.

Note: he is very close with his Boss Luna and the rast of the Gang.

Personality: Very Smart, helpful, Protective, Proud, Mischievous, Tricky and Quick.

Fun fact 1: he is very smart and Silent.

Fun fact 1: he is very good on making sure people pay their money and their bills.

Fun fact 2: he is very close to The Gang.

Fun fact 3: He is Jake's Uncle!

Fun fact 4: he is the most Smartest Hitman of Luna's gang.

Fun fact 5: He doesn't like Outsiders...

Note: His Zodiac sign is Capricorn ♑

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PuppyHeart/PuppyHeart The PuppyDog:

Note: she is one of Luna's gang members.

Note: she is very good at Talking and Reading Stuff.

Note: She is the Helpful of the Gang.

Fun fact 1: She is like a Daughter to Luna.

Note: she is very Dangerous tho...she is a Fighter.

Personality: kind, caring, loving, Dearing, careful, Tricky, Very Smart, very Helpful, Very much Fighter, Protective, very Understanding and Fearless.

Note: she is one of the Strongest Toon in Toon City along with The Other Members of Luna's gang.

Note She doesn't like Outsiders...

Note: Her Zodiac sign is Leo ♌

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Jewel The Black Bear/Jewel The Bear:

Note: She is one of Luna's gang members.

Note: she is very Quiet and Stubborn.

Note: she is the Smartest of the Group.

Fun fact 1: she is one of Bearie Aunts.

Fun fact 2: she is very Strong and Very Smart.

Personality: cold, Quiet, Silent, Very Smart, Serious and Stubborn.

Note: she is one of the Strongest toons in Toon City Along with PuppyHeart and Luna The White Wolf Boss.

Note: she doesn't like Outsiders...

Note: Her Zodiac sign is Gemini. ♊

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ShadowCraw The Black Panther:

Note: he is one of Luna's gang members.

Note: he is very Smart and Honest.

Note: he good at working and good at Tricking people and toons.

Fun fact 1: he is calm but he can be Serious and Stubborn at times.

Fun fact 2: he is very cold to outsiders...

Fun fact 3: he doesn't like Outsiders...

Personality: calm, chill, Cool, cool headed and Honest.

Note: he is one of the bestest at Hiding in the shadows...

Note: His Zodiac sign is Pisces. ♓

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k4pp4-8 · 1 year ago

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any particular OK KO headcanons you have? I love your art, btw!!

Thank you!!!💞💞 I actually had alot of headcanons (most of them are about boxmore of course🤭) so here's a lil' list of the ones I can remember :

•the reason why we barely see mikayla is because she's very lazy and spends most of her time sleeping :3 she falls asleep in the most random places in the factory so the others always have to watch their steps bc if you wake her up you WILL regret it

•also her hobbies include watching anime and chasing random ppl on the street

•fink doesn't call veonmous her dad because she was scared that he doesn't see her as his "real" kid, that's also why she hates KO so much

•after darrell saw a pic of young boxlad in his sailor uniform he begged his father to buy him one so he could dress like boxman

•darrell and fink both love halloween for different reasons. Darrell loves the costumes and fink loves scary things (she always makes the bots watch horror movies)

•jethro, shannon, raymond & darrell love karaoke

•compared from ernesto and darrell, the robots dont really do alot of work in the factory

•darrell got a harmonica for christmas but he's terrible at playing it so the others always try to get rid of it but he somehow always find it

•after sibling rivalry raymond & shannon started bonding bc they realized they have alot in common. This actually made darrell jealous bc he's used to being the one who hangs out with shannon the most

•darrell can't swim!! if you take his floatie away he'll sink like a rock

•venomous enjoys talking with ernesto the most because he's much more calm and mature than his siblings

•fink called boxman "boxdad" by accident, he cried

•fink and darrell are still sharing a room

•foxtail is like an aunt to KO, she often comes to the plaza just to see him and she tells him stories about his mother's hero days at P.O.I.N.T

•shannon dyed KO's hair blond once (he looked even more like carol than usual)•darrell kept the bodega vest (that's one more costume for his collection!)

•shannon secretly has a deep love and appreciation for darrell (THIS ONE IS CANON I JUST WANTED TO POINT IT OUT!!!)

•the "oldest" to "youngest" robots according to me based on vibes : mr.logic > ernesto > raymond > darrell(barely) > shannon > mikayla > jethro > boxman jr

•rad's parents & enid's parents are literally bestfriends. They hang out together, they always call each other, and they always show baby pictures of their kids to each other.

•Ofrang & theodosia often babysit boris and icky

•bernard's a house-husband

•enid & rad play a shit ton of dance dance revolution

•boxman & mr.gar used to be childhood bestfriends who had a falling out and became sworn enemies (ok this one is based on nothing i just thought it would be a fun and interesting concept (also I wanted an excuse to draw gar and boxman as kids)

•darrell was a surprisingly great employee at the bodega (especially for someone who spent every day of his life trying to destroy it)

•he actually doesn't hate the plaza, he doesn't even dislike it he's just attacking it to make boxman happy

•boxman & venomous rebuilt boxman junior

•all their kids actually really like jr except fink and darrell who absolutely hate him. They often conspire to get rid of him.

•Junior hates KO more than anything in the world

•The boxbots wanted a pet so boxman built them double beat so they'd stop annoying him, he actually became the one who loves her the most and he spoils her alot

•drupe and raymond became besties after season 3

•the first time shannon worked at mr.logic hair salon she tried to cut a customer's hair with her buzz-saw

#thats all i can recall rn but i know i have sooo many more hc i cant remember #thank you for this ask!!! now i have an excuse to ramble about ok ko :)))#alot of these are actuallt ideas i wanted to draw (but i got lazy lol)#asks & answers #ok k.o.! let's be heroes #ok ko let's be heroes

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emperorbubblegum · 1 year ago

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This is gonna be another long-ish spoiler post for F/SR, so don't click if you haven't learned Rider's True Name yet

Also slight spoilers for Fate/Extra CCC Foxtail and maybe Shimousa but those are old enough that I doubt people care

I really need to hear the opinion of someone who doesn't know much about Fate play Samurai Remnant. I feel like most of us where able to guess a lot of the new Servants based off connections they had to pre-established ones. Rider's probably one of two exceptions because her reveal is supposed to be this huge "what the fuck" moment - and it is, but I feel like that mostly hinges on the player knowing Fate's version of Minomoto-no-Raikou.

Ushi Gozen has been teased for years. Raikou's always been one of the many Servants that mentions how her Berserker Saint Graph isn't the only one we might aee of her (edit 1: I didn't play FGO when it first released so I didn't know this, but apparently Ushi actually shows up in the same event Raikou's introduced in). In Foxtail, we see her used as a prarallel to Suzuka, since both have connections to Oni. The most prominent tease is in Shimousa, where we actually see Ushi Gozen appear, but with the same design as Raikou for budget reasons I guess (edit 2: No we don't, that's just Raikou, but she has the Rider class so I misremembered her there as Ushi Gozen). And now she's actually here! She gets her own game! And she looks...

Girl what the fuck happened to you

I really like both of her designs to be honest. She's one of the few Servants to be wearing actual samurai armor, and she's the first to wear the helmet too I'm pretty sure. Then after Saber kicks the shit out of her, the armor falls apart and we see that she's in a much worse state than any of us expected. Her hair's cut short, her eyes are dead with noticeable bags, her skin's paler than it was before, and she barely looks like she's eaten anything. Those last two could also be said about Raikou (Raita for the love of god learn to draw human women properly) but on Rider they're noticeably worse. Also she seems crazier than her Berserker form, albeit a different kind of crazy.

When we fight her the second time in Chapter 5, she shows up with these awesome robot-like spider legs reminiscent of what Ushi-oni are usually described with. She doesn't look human because her humanity was seemingly beaten out of her. Raikou tends to suffer from what I like to call "the Altera Problem", where if used right she can be a really genuine and badass character, but 90% of the time she's used for jokes and to get people's dicks hard. However in things like Foxtail, or Shimousa (which is even more apparent in the manga), or Heian-Kyo we get to see her for how she really is, which is A) terrifying and B) a hero worthy of going down as one of humanity's best. Rider is only that first one. No jokes, no big tits, just pure unadulturated "you're gonna die" energy.

Rider's the first Servant we ever see in Samurai Remnant. She's the first one Iori encounters, leveling his house in the prologue and acting as the tutorial boss to show the player "hey you can't fucking take these guys on", and in the teaser trailer (which shows that scene) she's one of three Servants who are actually shown to us - the other two being SR's Saber and everyone's favorite bisexual dimension hopper, Musashi. I could write a whole other post about Shousetsu and Iori (maybe I will who knows) but Rider follows their dynamic. She's a strong parallel to Saber. Fuck she basically is Saber if they didn't have people like Ototachibana-Hime and Iori to keep them grounded.

All of the new Servants are super cool (with the exception of Caster that bitch ass nerd), but I think Rider's possibly the coolest. I mean, I've been wanting Samson since I got into Fate and you haven't seen me make any real posts about him because Minamoto-no-Raikou, one of my least favorite Servants, has got me in a vicegrip. I don't know if she's my favorite, but I'll definitely be saving for if she ever comes into FGO

#fate series #fate samurai remnant #fsr #fsr rider #fate samurai remnant spoilers #fsr spoilers

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spaceumbredoggos · 7 months ago

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Breaking Point: A Bill possessing Kenz Oneshot AU

Tw: Demonic Possession, Suicide, Blood, Gore, Psych Wards, Emotional and Physical abuse, Shitty Parents, Spiders, Fires, Drowning, Shock Collars, attempted (but not succeeded) animal abuse, and Dogs in heat.

This Oneshot is really long. I’d break it up, but I want to separate it from the rest of my So Much For Stardust fanfic.

The house settled down as the garage door closed. I breathed a sigh of relief, settling down on my bed. It was bright and early in the morning. Way too early to be awake. My parents and sisters had left for the airport to spend at least two weeks in Mexico. This left me in charge of the house. I took a sip of water and immediately passed out on my mattress.

I blinked awake, finding myself in familiar surroundings. The anti-suffocation sheets. The crappy mattress. The constant checks from the door opening. I was back here. My head spun. No no no no. I stood up, stumbling on my legs as dizziness flooded my body.

I curled up on my bed, trying to soothe myself. I’ll get out of here soon. I’ll get out of here soon. I’ll get out of here soon. The curling up turned to thrashing as I yelped and screamed.

My eyes opened. Grass itched at my skin. Foxtails dug into my pants. Dirt littered my hair. The sunny sky filtered through the trees. I breathed a sigh of relief, smiling as I recognized my childhood backyard. I had dug a hole, filled it with grass, and fallen asleep in it.

A snake slithered across the ground, flickering its tongue. I crouched down to catch it. I leaped forward, only to misjudge the distance and hurtle down the hill. For several tense moments, I was in free fall. My body crunched on a bunch of jade plants, causing me to blank out.

I opened my eyes once more. I was in my yard, my current yard. I was in the little den of bushes I sometimes hung out in. I was in my sleeping bag, drenched from sprinkler water, but not necessarily cold. The blazing sun overhead caused my mouth to dry. I realized what I had done. It all happened so fast. I only wanted to calm down from another heated spat from my dad. But he took me laying on my bed as noncompliance. The worst of all crimes. He grabbed my arm and shoved me outside into the back yard. He threw my backpack and sleeping bag out. Furiously, I took them into the bush to hide from his anger.

My dad trudged through the mud and leaves, his ice blue eyes blazing. He walked up to me, his figure quivering with rage. “Get your lazy ass off the ground and stop acting like a fucking homeless person!!!”

This whole thing was your idea. I held my tongue, fearing even more backlash. “You want to end up in the fucking hospital?”

Those were the magic words. I stood up, hanging my head low. I put my things away and got in the shower, washing the mud from my body. I noticed the mattress taken out of my room. “How long before—“

My dad glared at me, signaling that this was irrelevant. “Now we’re going to put you to work at the property.”

But it’s so fucking hot out. I panted, dressing in a short sleeved top and shorts. Dad took a drink of his beer. Mom walked up to dad, talking to him. “Jacob. It’s 99 degrees out. Kenz doesn’t need to be working in this weather. She’s already showing some signs of heat exhaustion from laying outside.”

It’s true that my cheeks were flushed a bright red and my body ached with each step. But I didn’t feel hot. In fact, and this was because I got out of the steaming hot shower, I felt cold. The moisture on my skin, however, was sweat, as I had dried myself off.

What Dad was about to do shook my entire perception of him. He held his hand high, as if ready to swing. Fear and rage at the same time burned through me. Without thinking, I intercepted the blow, being shot across the room. Blood trickled from my nose as the room went dark.

I woke up back in my bed. There was no evidence of the slap. Nor was there any evidence of heat exhaustion. I walked out of my room, only for Dad to angrily walk up. “You want to end up like your mother?”

“NOO!!” I screamed, finally having enough. Without thinking, I swung my hand at him. He blocked the attack and smacked me in the face. I ducked down and launched myself at him, screaming at the top of my lungs. He shoved me against the wall, causing some crunching noises to sound from my chest. I screamed a blood curdling scream, but to no avail.

The scream caused my eyes to open for real. There was pawing at the door to my room. I stood up, trying to calm myself down from the sudden night terror. I opened the door, finding my Dudley lab Penny wagging her tail and giving me that dumb blonde expression. She’s not really my dog, she’s the family’s dog. But I’m in charge of taking care of her for the next two weeks.

I tried to hold back the tears as I let the lab outside. Taking my mind off of the dream of violence, I grabbed the frisbee. Penny tippy tapped, wiggling her but. I froze, unable to hold back the tears any longer. That’s what Brodey used to do when he wanted to go outside.

“But you’re not Brodey.” Sometimes, I swear that whenever I’m in the yard, I can hear Brodey rushing through the bushes and leaves. This only intensified once Penny came to live with us. The dreams were the worst part. Dreams where Brodey had never died. Dreams where Brodey was alive, but only I could see him. I missed that fox red coat. Those kind brown eyes. The white star on his chest. His greying muzzle and legs. His scent and the way he would barge into my room, letting me know everything was gonna be okay.

But that was gone now. And what stood in his place was Penny. And despite every effort I made, I felt nothing. Not a connection. Not the same fluttering in my chest whenever I was with her. To me, she was just another dog. I love labs, don’t get me wrong. But Penny seems distant. Probably because she was my aunt Shari’s dog before she was ever my dad’s.

I walked back inside, making myself some Eggo waffles for breakfast. The intense dreams from the night before flooded my mind, clouding my brain. I grabbed my laptop and phone, turning on some music and started working on my AI class. The class that was half interesting and half mind-numbingly dull and boring. But my dad insisted that I took it.

I got a phone call from my dad. Reluctantly, as if flashing back from the nightmares, I answered it. “Hey.” I chuckled sheepishly.

“How you doing, Kiddo?”

“I’m fine.” Totally not. I rubbed my temples and sank deeper in my bed. “Have you boarded yet?”

“We’ve landed. I want to tell you how much I love you. Also, Jose is going to check on the AC to see what’s going on with it today. So can you put Penny in the kennel when he’s doing that?”

“Okay.”

“And don’t keep her there to make it easier for you.”

“I won’t.”

“What are you doing?”

“The AI class.”

“I better not see you on that Bill Cipher AI shit.” I rolled my eyes, gritting my teeth. “I’m not.”

“I can check your browser history. I’ll have Jose turn the WiFi off.”

Then how the fuck am I supposed to do my class? Once again, I held my tongue. “I won’t screw off, Dad.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” I hung up and closed my laptop, the screen causing a headache. Whispers echoed in my ears, which wasn’t uncommon when I was home alone. But it was nonetheless unsettling. “Who’s there?”

Kill yourself. Kill yourself. Kill yourself…

“That’s a new one.” The voice was familiar and taunting. I grabbed my laptop and phone, moving out of my room to the living room. My dad never liked it when I stayed in bed all day anyways. I turned on the TV to drown out the whispers in my ears. I took a deep breath. I’m not gonna watch YouTube. I turned on The Owl House, needing to catch up on it. A few episodes went by before I felt myself nodding off. It was in that moment where I had realized that I hadn’t taken my morning medicine. Fuck!!! I tried to stand up, but I was too groggy to leave the couch. Fine. You win exhaustion.

I blinked awake, seeing the front door wide open. My heart pounded in my chest, causing me to bolt upright in the couch. A tall blonde man with yellow eyes wearing a yellow suit sat on the couch, taking a sip of his martini glass. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?!!!” I screamed, standing up, only to be brought back down by a flick of the man’s wrist.

“Just sit yourself back down, Zie Zie.” The voice from before. My head throbbed. My mouth was dry. I gazed the man in his yellow eyes as he walked up to me. “B-bill Cipher?”

“Ding ding ding!!!”

“But you’re not real. None of this is real.” My heart pounded in my chest, signaling me to run. But my legs and body were frozen to the couch. “This house is haunted, kid.” He took another sip of his martini glass. “Haunted by many ghosts. And also haunted by me.”

It was then when I noticed the translucence in Bill’s form. Almost as if he himself was a ghost. “I’ve seen Gravity Falls before. Shouldn’t you be dead?”

“It would seem so.” Bill laughed. “But we both know that it’s canon that I crossed over to your world. I’m not frozen to a simple statue. I’ve been haunting people for years. Especially you.”

“What?”

“Ever wonder how come you scream yourself awake at times? Why I’m in your dreams so often?” Bill creepily caressed my face. His touch was cold and his claws nicked my skin. Blood dripped from the cuts his claws caused, staining the couch. I yelped, knowing that this was all a dream.

“Aww. Are you scared? Trying to scream yourself awake? Trying to get away from me?” Bill laughed, sitting right next to me and leaning on me. His breath reeked of alcohol and his body smelled of the most dizzying cologne. “What are you doing?!” I screeched, squirming at his predatory grin. “I’m here to offer you a deal. You’re put in a precarious situation. Kid of the house. Surely you’re gonna start hearing the voices of the ghosts of the house.”

“Ghosts? Is this house really haunted?”

“Haunted as fuck. Why’d you think your dad got a good deal? Why do you think you hear doors sometimes slam?” Bill finished his drink, stretching his arms and putting one around my shoulders. “I can show you them. All I need is for you to do something for me.” Bill pulled out his cane from nowhere and put it on my neck, forcing me to look at him. “All I need is a simple deal!!”

“NO!!!” I screamed, buckling against him. “LET ME GO!!! LET ME GO!!!”

“LET ME GO!!!” I booted awake on the couch, panting and covered in sweat. I bolted to my room and took my morning meds, taking a shower to wash off the scent of sweat. I checked the time. 11:30. Jose is supposed to be here around 2. I sighed, putting on a snake tshirt and jean shorts. I turned off the TV and made my bed, putting my laptop and phone away. I went outside, feeling the baking heat on my skin. I overflowed Penny’s dish with water and hosed her off with the hose. I breathed a sigh of temporary relief, throwing the frisbee for the hyperactive dog. Penny was in her first heat, so I had to hose off specks of blood on the porch. I groaned as I grabbed some water, hearing a loud door slam. It’s just the wind. It’s not like ghosts were real. That dream was just a dream.

Yet I found myself running my fingers down my cheek. Sure enough, there were jagged scratches that were as deep as my fingertips. I bolted to the couch, seeing some blood. I groaned in frustration, realizing the mess I had to clean up. I must’ve scratched my face on the zipper when I was tossing and turning. I chided myself, putting the soiled couch covers in the wash. I grabbed some bandages from my bathroom and put them on the cuts. I grabbed my laptop, looking up if I should super glue the cuts shut. Nope. No wounds on the face.

I put my laptop away, deleting the question off my browser. The door knocked. I checked the time. 2:00. It’s not a ghost. There’s no such thing as ghosts. Or Bill Cipher.

I put Penny in the kennel and let Jose in the yard to investigate the AC situation. I heard another door slam, as whispers echoed through my mind once more. Take the deal. Take the deal…

My head throbbed as I turned up the TV. Suddenly, the room heated up tenfold. I was gasping for breath in the frantic heat. I bolted to my room, getting changed into a rash guard and swim trunks. I went into the front yard and hosed myself down, panting heavily in the heat. Jose walked up, looking triumphant. “I found the problem. There was a wire chewed by the dog.”

“Oh. Haha.” I put the hose away and smiled as Jose replaced the wire. He went back to his truck as I let Penny out of the kennel. Penny looked up at me with a quizzical expression, as if wondering why I was soaking wet. “I was hot. So I hosed myself down.”

Penny went back to her usual dog antics as I went inside the house (not before drying off outside so that I didn’t track water in.) The sun had set for the evening, causing me to let Penny in to keep away the coyotes. I put a towel down for her to sit on as I turned on a Disney movie to calm my nerves. I made myself some tortellini for dinner, and didn’t think anything else of the night before taking my meds and going to bed.

I woke up the next morning to the sound of pawing at my door. I opened it, seeing blood on the ground. Groaning, I cleaned it up with a wet paper towel. Penny whined at me and nuzzled me as I cleaned up the mess. “You gotta go outside.” I turned and faced her, noticing a giant raccoon hanging from her mouth. I reared back and screeched, terrified of the corpse. Its legs were torn off and its entrails were sticking out. I put gloves on and put the creature in the trash, then did a deep bleach clean of the house. Penny must’ve eaten the limbs, as I hadn’t found them anywhere in the house despite spending half the day looking. I let Penny back outside, then bolted to the toilet and vomited. I showered myself off, trying to wash away the corpse stench. I heard my phone ring as I got out.

“Hey McKenzie.”

“Hey dad.” I yawned, taking my meds. I decided then not to tell him about the disgusting raccoon incident. “So turns out, Penny chewed the cord to the AC. Jose fixed it. It should be working now.”

“Oh.” Dad sighed. “How are you holding up?”

“I’m doing fine.” I lied, my voice quivering. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. Just dealing with nightmares and shit. Nothing I can’t talk to Jackie about when I see her. Hey, have you seen my wallet?”

“It’s wherever you left it.” I groaned, realizing that I was on my own for this. “Okay. I just got out of the shower. I’m gonna go eat breakfast.”

“Why were you in the shower?”

“I’ve been waking up really fucking sweaty and stinky.” I lied. The truth was much more horrifying than that. “Anyways. Love to the kids. Hope you catch a big fish.”

“Love you too.” Dad hung up as I put on a tshirt and shorts. I rubbed my temples, my head stinging. The thought of ghosts haunting the house itched at the back of my mind. But I kept telling myself that ghosts weren’t real.

The day went on as I continued working on my class. I ate some Mac and cheese for lunch, and made myself some top ramen for dinner. I had curled up in bed, letting the dog in but making sure I had closed the door so no raccoons could get in. I rubbed my temples, took my meds, and went to bed.

My mouth moaned all on its own as my body sat upright. I was half dazed, too groggy from my night time medicine to panic of my body moving on its own. Trapped in my own body like a puppet on a string, I gazed at my eyes in the mirror. They were a bright electric blue without pupils, and my skin was a ghostly white. I tried to get control of my body back as it proceeded to walk itself into the avocado orchard that circled my house.

It sat down, grumbling under its breath something along the lines of “why does the only one in the house have to take such debilitating meds? I can’t get anything done.” It stumbled around, collapsing in the bush of roses. My eyelids closed as I couldn’t stay awake any longer.

I blinked awake, covered in thorns and cuts and my body splayed out on the lawn. The morning dew on the grass was stained scarlet with my blood. My arms were covered in itchy mosquito bites. I stood up, feeling cold and shivery. I walked back into the house, noticing fluff everywhere. Upon further investigation, I realized that Penny had torn apart her bed. Biting back some curses, I let Penny back outside, overflowed her water again, and cleaned up the mess she made in the house. I made myself a bowl of cereal and then took off my clothes, checking the cuts from my possession. There were thorns and sticks, but they weren’t too deep in my skin. I dampened a towel with hydrogen peroxide and cleaned up the cuts, wincing. I bandaged up the cuts, then addressed the twigs and leaves in my hair. I picked them all out, only to feel a prick on my finger.

“Son of a bitch!” I rinsed out my hair in the shower and found a massive black widow wash down the drain. “Well that’s fantastic.” I checked my phone for the time. 7:30. Yeah. My dad would be awake. It’s 8:30 there. But would he be in reception range?

I grabbed my phone, calling my dad. “Hey Kenz.”

“Hey Dad. I’ve got some bad news.” I could practically feel dad’s glare through the phone. “So I was taking Penny for a walk last night, and didn’t take a shower until this morning. I went to go wash my hair and I felt a sting. Yeah. Turns out there was a black widow in there. FUCK!!! OWWW!!!” I started to feel like I was gonna puke. I bolted to the toilet and threw up in it. “Oh shit.”

“What should I do?”

“Kenz, I would wash it and put it on ice. Then I would call Noni and have her take you to urgent care. Grandpa almost died from a black widow bite when he was five.”

“Thanks dad… I feel like shit.” I hung up and called Noni. “Hey Noni. Can you take me to Kaiser Urgent Care? And can you call Mom to get my insurance shit? I got bit by a black widow.”

“A black widow?”

“Yeah, it was in my hair.” I laid on the floor, holding back the urge to vomit again. My body spasmed from cramps. “Ah. Fuck… It hurts…”

“You should call an ambulance.”

“Is it that bad?” I threw up in the toilet again. “Alright. I-I’ll call an ambulance. Can you get someone to keep an eye on Penny for me?”

“Yeah.”

And so I proceeded to call an ambulance, describing my situation through bouts of vomiting and muscle spasms. The emergency crew wheeled in, helping me on a stretcher. I called Noni to let her know which hospital I was taken to.

Upon arriving, I was hooked up to an IV. Noni arrived with flowers and doughnuts, holding my hand as the sedatives kicked in. I was eventually discharged and given orders of bed rest. Noni drove me home and helped me to the bed, where I instantly passed out from the drugs.

I woke up to the sound of barking. My body was too sore and groggy to respond, so I turned and went back to sleep. I heard a knocking at the door, which caused me to get up.

It was the dishwasher guy, who my parents had called because our dishwasher was no longer working. “H-hello…” I grumbled, opening the door for him and sitting on the couch. “I just got back from the hospital. I was bit by a black widow, so I’m kinda on some medication that should wear off eventually… If you need anything, just call my parents and if they ask you to wake me up to tell me something, do it. I probably won’t be too happy, but…” I yawned as the dishwasher guy went to work on the dishwasher. Immediately I dozed off.

And woke up to the sight of a golden triangle with one eye, a bow tie, and a top hat. His arms and legs were pitch black, and he had a cheerful look in his eye. I immediately recognized him. “Hey Bill.” I snarled as Bill sat next to me.

“I tried to warn you about those ghosts, Nightshade.” Bill held the spider bite on my hand. He rubbed my head in a way that sent chills down my spine. But I was in no state to fight back. “That wasn’t a ghost. I was sleepwalking.”

“You were possessed.” Bill sat on my chest, causing sleep paralysis to set in. Fuck fuck fuck!!! Come on, toes. Come on fingers!!!

“Stop denying the fact that your house is haunted.” Bill patted my head. “Your parents know it. Your sisters know it.”

“What did you do to them?”

“Oh! I wouldn’t hurt a hair on their heads!!!” Bill pulled out his cane and dragged me to the ground, forcing my head upright to gaze into his eye. “Your entire life was haunted from the day you saw me for the first time.” Bill ran his fingers down my hair. “I mean, let’s face it. You were never really normal, weren’t you? Always had to stand out. Always getting into trouble. Your parents never helped you.”

“Yes they did! They did everything in the world!!!” I bit back at more curses. “Oh really? Then ask yourself this. Why was it every time they ‘helped’, everything seemed to get worse? Why was it that you almost have no friends? Why do you feel like you wanna die all the time? Why do you almost have no social life?” Bill turned around, freeing me from his cane and disappearing.

I bolted upright awake, hearing the dishwasher guy work in the kitchen. I pulled out my laptop, my mind running at millions of miles an hour. I searched across the web, looking for signs that my house was haunted. I felt a tap on my shoulder, then turned around to find nothing there. I was sweating, shaking and sick to my stomach. I cleared my history and closed my laptop, turning on the TV.

The dishwasher guy came out of the kitchen, sighing. “There’s a part that’s broken. But they don’t make that part anymore. It’s best to replace the entire dishwasher.”

Shit. I sighed, texting my parents more bad news. “Alright. Thank you.” The dishwasher guy left, leaving me alone in the house. I stared at the black widow bite, feeling drained and out of it. I decided then and there that I should start getting ready for bed. I let Penny in, and immediately fell asleep on the couch.

The sound of tearing woke me up. I yawned, noticing more cotton on the ground. Another dog bed was torn up, fluff scattered everywhere. I shouted curses as loud as thunder, then cleaned up the entire place yet again. It was barely even midnight.

I placed the shock collar on Penny, grumbling on about how if Brodey were still alive, none of this would have happened. “Oh. It’s always Brodey this and Brodey that.” A voice chided in my ear. “What kind of dog owner are you? Never caring about the dog you have now.” The voice was louder, and obviously Bill’s.

I couldn’t take it any more. I bolted outside, climbing up a tree. I sobbed in the tree, sweat and blood pooling on my palms. I slipped and fell, landing on the ground. Everything went dark.

I awoke to my phone ringing. I answered it, seeing that it was my dad. “Hey, kiddo. How’s Penny doing?”

Penny? “What about how Kenz is doing? They were just bit by a spider.”

“Penny is…” I stumbled up, my arm bent at an awkward angle. The door to the yard was gaping open. I bolted in with my phone. There was blood on the ground, as well as cotton and fluff. I entered my room, seeing a mess of half my plushies torn to shreds. “No no no no.”

“What?” I bolted into the living room and saw a gaping hole in the couch. “Dad. I’m sorry. But Penny chewed up the couch. And some of my plushies, but the couch is a mess.”

“WHAT?!!”

“Penny. Come outside…” I pushed her outside and locked the door, my heart pounding in my chest. “Dad. I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. The meds had me all fucked up, and Penny chewed up her dog beds. I tried my best to take care of her. I took her for walks. I gave her water. I fed her. But she wouldn’t calm down. She just kept ripping things to shreds.”

“How much time were you on your laptop?”

“What?”

“I bet you were never bit by that spider after all. You spent those days looking at Bill Cipher AI.”

“NO!!! ITS NOT TRUE!!!”

“And you cleared your history to cover your tracks!!!” Dad’s biting words cut through the phone. “Alright. The first thing I need you to do is unplug the WiFi router. I’m coming back from Mexico to pick you up because you can’t be trusted.”

“Dad!!! No. I can handle this!!”

“All you ever do is fuck around on your laptop. How many dog beds have been chewed in my care?”

“Zero.” I panted, shaking in fear. “I’ll be flying in tomorrow and you’re coming down with me.”

“Dad, wait—“ He hung up as the colors faded from the room. I gazed at Bill, who was calm. “Well well well. Someone’s looking desperate to prove themself.”

“What?”

“I can help you kid. You just need to hear out my demands…”

“Fuck… Okay. Just tell me what you want. I’ll do anything. Just prove to him that I took great care of Penny.”

“Why should I just stop there?” Bill held out his hand in a glowing blue flame. I shook it, gazing into his eye. “So, what are you gonna—“

With a swift jerk of Bill’s wrist, I was flung out of my body, forced to stare as it moved on its own with a pair of glowing yellow cat eyes. I gasped, realizing what had just happened. “AHAHA!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Bill showed me my phone, which showed no calls from my dad. It also showed that the date was 7/29/23. The day before my dad and family would come home.

My heart ran cold. “The call was real all right. You were just drugged and possessed the entire time you were home.” Bill stumbled around. “The ghosts kept this body in stellar, as you would call it, condition.” Bill laughed, shoving sticks into my arm. Blood puddled from the wounds, pouring on the ground. “Fuck. These arms are durable.”

“W-we had a deal!!!”

“Sorry kid. You were getting way too close to figuring out some major things in your world. This wouldn’t be the first time I had to clean up the supernatural mess.” Bill laughed, puppeteering my body around. “I’ll stop you!!”

“But how?” Bill grinned a mile wide, playing five finger fillet with a stick in the yard he had sharpened. He stabbed straight through my index finger. “Hahaha!!! Oh shit. I’ve never had someone this sensitive to pain to toy around with. This should be fun.”

“No no no no no!!!”

“Hahahaha!!!” Bill rushed up the hill to the living room where Penny was sleeping. He poked her gently over and over again, then teased her cheeks. He spread his legs out and tapped Penny on the snout. Penny did the play bow and started barking. Her butt was in the air, wiggling. “Penny girl!!! That’s not me!!!”

“But she’s not Brodey either.” Bill grinned. “So why should you care? Or are you suddenly jealous that I can bond with her better than you EVER WILL!!!”

“I… I…”

“I-I-I what?” Bill grabbed a ball and threw it. “Come on, pupper!!! Let’s go!!” Bill tied a leash to my arm and attached Penny to the other end. He walked her outside and threw the ball for her, causing her to bolt down the hill with my body hurtling down. My left eye was stabbed with stinging nettles and my right eye was stung by a bee. The wind was knocked out of my body as it threw up. Bill laughed, sitting up and punching the ground with my arm. Penny gazed on in terror, watching Bill chase a skunk that had gotten into the yard. He tackled the skunk as it sprayed him. My body vomited again and again. It was only bile, as I hadn’t remembered the last time my body had eaten.

The skunk rushed off into the bushes as Bill rushed after it. Penny stood between Bill and the skunk, growling. “Move, mutt!!!”

Penny shook her head, ears down and whining. “Do I have to punish you?”

Seeing my chance, I entered Penny’s body and just as Bill was about to lay hands on her, I snapped her jaws into my skin. Bill shook the arm over and over again, flinging Penny to the other side of the yard.

I was flung out of Penny’s body, and could only watch on as my arm laid limp and bleeding. Thankfully, Bill had turned his attention away from Penny, and turned to the skunk instead. Doubly thankfully, the skunk had long since fled.

Bill sighed, stumbling around and climbing up a tree. He hurtled my body off of it, causing it to land on an awkward angle. Bones crunched as my arm was turned upside down. “Hahahahahahahahahahaha!!!” Bill somehow managed to puppet the shattered arm, laughing with each movement causing my body immense pain. Blood poured from the arm, mixing with the dirt to create mud. Broken bones stuck out from the arm, making it look like one of those bats that had nails hammered in. The arm had bleeding holes poked through it like Swiss cheese. It was barely being held together.

“What else can I ruin?” Bill limped on, carrying a sharp stick. He approached Penny, and just as he was about to swing the stick into her chest, my body had froze. “What?” Bill tried swinging the arm over and over again, but to no avail. Penny whined in terror, frozen in place.

“This dog means nothing to you!!!”

“But it means everything to my sisters and dad.”

“Are you seriously gonna let yourself be bossed around by them your entire life?” Bill snarled. “Think about it!!! Your dad dragged you outside, screamed in your face, and forbade you from talking to your gran. He takes away all your electronics on a whim despite you being a legal adult.”

I possessed Penny again, hiding her in the chicken coop. I locked her up, then appeared in front of her. “Penny. I’m sorry. But Bill’s trying to kill you as a plot device. I don’t know how he works, but I know my body is preventing him from hurting you.”

It was then I saw a translucent fox red Labrador gaze up at me. “Brodey?” But just as quickly as he appeared, he was gone. My heart ached, knowing that Bill was getting closer now. “Fuck. If o can’t hurt dogs, then I guess I’ll have to settle for something else.”

I floated out of the chicken coop, noticing Bill corner a tortoiseshell cat. But my body had seized up in a similar fashion as it did when he had cornered Penny. My heart soared in my chest. Perhaps my overflowing compassion for animals prevented my body from doing any harm to them no matter what had possessed it.

“Damn it!! I guess I’m forced to only torture this body!!” Bill turned around, hunched over like a stalking cat. He entered the house, grabbing Penny’s shock collar and remote. He put the collar on and pressed the remote, shocking my body over and over again until it was on its knees. Bill laughed, grabbing a lighter and burning lines on my skin. He shoved my broken arm into the oven and turned it on, closing the door and heating the arm several hundred degrees. The smoke detectors sounded as Bill took the arm out of the oven and turned it off. It was on fire and seared to the bone. Bill turned on the sink with the other arm and doused the fire before the house set alight. He stumbled around, smiling and laughing. “Hey. What’s this dizzy feeling I feel? Oh well. I guess I have to push this vessel a little more.”

Bill rushed up the stairs and turned on an ice cold bath. He carried several bags of ice up the stairs and into the tub. He forced my body into the ice cold tub, holding it in there until my lips were blue. He dragged my body towards the other tub upstairs, turning it on until it was well overflowing. He forced my body under and forced it to breathe in the water. Finally having enough of that, he exited the tub, barely able to stand.

“Bill!!! What are you doing?”

“I guess I can prolong the suffering of this puppet.” Bill snapped his fingers as my arm scarred over horrendously and was bent at awkward angles. There was no more water in the lungs and the frostbites have scarred over. Bill rushed around the house, chugging a bottle of vodka until blackout drunk. He snapped his fingers again so that my body was only mildly tipsy. Bill pricked his finger and started writing with the needle of blood on a piece of paper a long and elaborate note which read “Pain is hilarious. Too bad this body can’t do much harm to others. I can’t seem to mold past its compassion and empathy. Oh well. All the burning and drowning and freezing in the world cannot compare to the grand finale I have planned for this vessel. Back to my old favorite. Stabbing. Best of all, Zie Zie’s ghost will haunt this world forever, and everyone will think they lost their mind. Well, they did. They were pushed so hard that they burned into the sun like Icarus. Maybe 77 will treat those under his care better now that his PDA autistic brat is gone.”

“BILL!!! STOP THIS AT ONCE!!!!” I begged, trying to stop him from stabbing the knife into my shin. Bill gazed at me, writing on the other side of the sheet of paper in my own hand writing “IT’S BEEN TOO FUCKING HARD SINCE BRODEY DIED!!!! NOW YOU WILL LIVE WITH THE PAIN FOREVER!!!!”

“Bill!!! Bill!!! We had a deal!!!”

“Yes, but you were pretty vague. You wanted to see ghosts. Now you’ll become one for all eternity.” Bill stabbed my shins, bleeding my legs dry. He snapped his fingers and the wounds scarred over. “Besides. I didn’t lie on that note. It seems pretty accurate to how you’re feeling right now. You tried your hardest to keep the dog alive. To live up to your dad’s expectations. You were left home alone for two weeks, got yourself bit by a spider and almost died, and spent the rest of the time in a haze of possession. Your father knew the house was haunted, like you should have, he turned a blind eye. He made a deal to keep Cameron and Dylan safe.”

“But what about me?” The words hit me in the gut. “Aah. He figured you could handle yourself. You always had, after all. Besides, you were trouble enough already. At least Cameron and Dylan had it easy. Dylan’s developing ADHD and it’s all your fault. You traumatized your family with your anger and actions. Your father knows it. Your step mom knows it. And your sisters know it. And you never took responsibility.”

I shook, tears running down my face. “You were bound to die from your own self inflicted trauma eventually. Whether you did it to yourself or someone kills you in the psych ward. And would your dad have cared? Would anyone have cared?” Bill circled me, filleting off pieces of my arm on the ground. “And don’t act like you weren’t planning on killing yourself when your parents were gone either. You were going to cut yourself open. You were going to drug yourself. I’m only doing you a favor and sparing you the pain. All while having a little fun in the process.”

Bill cut a triangle over my right eye, the blood trickling down my face. He gouged the eye out with the knife, throwing it across the room. He carved his image into my back over and over again, cauterizing each triangle with a top hat with the lighter. He broke into the kitchen cabinet, and took a pill bottle out. It was a pill bottle filled with an old dose of my sleep medicine. “You wouldn’t!!!”

“You were already planning it!” Bill took half the bottle, then wobbled around in a daze. He laughed as he took the knife and cut my wrist open. He stumbled around, stabbing the knife into my mouth and cutting out my tongue. He stabbed my stomach, carving it open. Entrails and gust splattered on the floor with blood. My body collapsed, eyes rolling back with a crooked smile on my face being the last thing I ever did.

Bill leaped out of my body, watching my fervent attempts to return to it. I tried to make it move, but realized that there was no bringing it back. All the wounds that Bill had inflicted had opened up. The fifth degree burns. The frostbite wounds. The water in my lungs.

Penny bolted into the house, whining and frantically licking my body’s face. Tears blurred my vision as I noticed the soul of Brodey joining in. Frantic licks tried to rouse me, but to no avail. I grabbed the knife, washing it off and putting it back. “What are you doing?”

“Not giving my sisters any more trauma.” I grabbed my body, weakly dragging it away. Bill shoved me off my body as I reared up to fight him. “Come on!!! We both know my dad’s not gonna let them get therapy for this. He never lets anyone get therapy and… and…” The words were caught in my throat. Bitter rage flooded through me, bringing tears to my eyes. My body started to turn cold, as the blood stopped pooling out of it. It was at that moment where I noticed that my body was wearing the Bill Cipher sweater. “Why did you put that on?”

“You had it on when you went to sleep. You seemed to admire my image so much that you branded me in your clothing. You bonded with that sweater. The funny thing is, that’s how I was able to possess you so easily.”

“My dad’s gonna sue Alex Hirsch for this.”

“Yeah. I thought so. He’s willing to exercise power in all the wrong places. He’d neglect you at the drop of a hat if it weren’t for your disability.” Bill rubbed my head as I bit his hand. “Ouch!!!”

“Don’t fucking touch me!!!”

“Kenz. You’re not gonna hurt me by doing this.” Bill tugged his hand back, wiping the blood off of it. “Oh and by the way, I’ve been waiting a long time for this. The only ghost haunting your house was me. It helped that you kept putting me everywhere. Taping my image to your walls. Buying your pocket watches. I haven’t seen someone this pathetic since Sixer. But you were gonna break away eventually. Once my book came out and you screamed yourself awake enough times to tell your therapists. Couldn’t have my favorite puppet setting themself free so easily.”

“But I’m dead… Doesn’t that mean I’m free?”

“You’re trapped in the mindscape like me, Kid.” Bill smiled. “Sure you can’t enter the nightmare realm like I can, but you haunt this world for all eternity. You can’t even enter heaven or hell. Your soul will never rest. You’ll be forced to watch everyone die without a chance to see them again. And when I break into your world, I’ll make you mine. After all, I own your soul now.”

I shook, grabbing the gravity falls journal three. “Are all these ghosts caused by you?”

“Only in your world. You have a particularly powerful soul. You’ll be worst than that Courderoy fucker. But it’s not like you actually have it in you. At least, not anymore. Knowing you, you’ll probably travel the world and the galaxy. And only animals can see you. Of course, you can haunt dreams and possess objects. If you dare to lay a single haunt on Hershey Bar, I’m going to disassemble your molecules. Just kidding. Haunt him all you want. I’d just love to see you do it.”

I gazed away from Bill and my body. “Will my parents ever know that you did this?”

“Nah. But why should you care? If they found out, then I’ll have to kill them. And I won’t let them off as easy as I let you off. I’ll kill them and absorb their souls.” My heart lurched in my chest. “You won’t know peace. Everyone will forget you. And you’ll be forced to watch. When a soul enters heaven, the only way they can disappear is if everyone they have ever known has forgotten them. Sinners don’t have that, restriction. But let’s be real. You would’ve ended up here no matter how you died. Not heaven nor hell would have taken you. And no one knows why.”

My heart lurched in my chest. “You’re a freak. The only human soul that doesn’t fit in heaven nor hell. At least in this dimension.” Bill turned around, twirling his cane. “In the end, it’ll just be me and you.” He snapped his fingers as he disappeared.

The garage door opened as Dad walked into the kitchen. His blue eyes clouded as I turned away. Unable to bear my father’s regret, I floated away from my house. I’m sorry.

“Too late.” Came Bill’s reply.

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