#here's a ficlet because i couldn't help myself

[thebiscuitlabryinth]

Here is a secret: Pure Vanilla Cookie had felt like he was being watched for a long, long time.

He can't quite pinpoint when exactly that started, if it was before or after he earned his Soul Jam. He thinks it must have been after, because he thinks he wrote it off as the Light of Truth's presence, but the specifics don't really matter. Either way, the feeling of eyes on him had been so constant that it faded into normalcy, and he hadn't noticed it since.

Until now.

Now, with Shadow Milk Cookie breaching the seal, and crumbling Elder Faerie Cookie, and White Lily Cookie becoming the new Guardian of the Seal, and White Lily Cookie being really and truly back in the first place and– and—

The point is that Pure Vanilla is quickly realising that a lot of his prior assumptions don't hold weight anymore. A lot of things he had believed to be unshakeable truths turned out to be wrong or, even worse... well, lies.

And these realisations aren't all bad, truly. Some are sweet with relief and the familiar scent of lilies. But his feelings on the matter aren't helped by the fact that suddenly, for the first time in years, he can feel those eyes on him again in piercing clarity, burning with a malice he had failed to notice all this time.

Pure Vanilla does his best to leave them be, focusing on the unmistakeable warmth of White Lily at his side, and the determined hearts of the children, and everything that needs to be done. It is uncomfortable, but it is manageable.

Delivering word to Crispia about the situation is no quick business, let alone waiting for word to return back. As such, they are staying in Faeriewood for the foreseeable future, waiting on a response from the Republic or the other Heroes. The Faerie Cookies are lovely and more than welcome to the notion, though that is hardly a surprise with how beloved White Lily is to them, and rightly so.

Pure Vanilla Cookie, to his credit, does his best to relax as they wait, but it is increasingly difficult as time wears on. He cannot bear to go anywhere near the Silver Tree, because the weight of that gaze increases by a tenfold whenever he is anywhere near its vicinity, almost crushing him, as if urging him to- well, it makes navigating the Faerie Kingdom difficult, if he cannot get too close to its centre.

Pure Vanilla sighs from where he is settled gingerly down among the soft pastels of the flowers, nestled carefully beneath the shade of the bending canopy of less dangerous trees. From here, he can see White Lily's radiant figure across the bridges and walkways, roped up in conversation with the Silver Tree Knights and surely discussing her new title and all that may entail. Whatever the case, he is content to have her within his sight, soothing some age-old nerves.

He busies his hands with a flower crown, the repetitive motions helping to distract from the twisting trunks of the trees lingering in the corner of his vision, their silvery bark marred with dozens of squinting eyes, black as shadows with vibrant blue—

No, no, no – but it's too late, Pure Vanilla's hands stumbling on his work and crushing a flower in his clumsiness. Regret instantly soaks into his core, and he hurriedly releases the poor bud, only feeling worse when he sees that some of its nectar and colour has stained his hands. Such delicate beauty, destroyed by his own foolishness. He certainly can't give this crown to White Lily now.

Bitterly unwanted, the thought that Shadow Milk must be laughing at him now flits across his mind, and he drops the flower crown like its petals are dripping poison, lest he ruin it any further.

In the end, no matter how much he pushes it aside, his thoughts always swing back to the same dreadful realisation. If Shadow Milk has been watching him all along - and deep down, Pure Vanilla knows it to be true, even though he hates it - then he must have seen everything. Every moment he was vulnerable, every moment he was hiding, every moment he thought was private.

It's terrifying. His mind keeps reeling at the mere idea, flicking through his lowest moments with the aching, sickening knowledge that he had seen it all. It feels unfathomably invasive, almost as much as Shadow Milk's voice burrowing into his head like it belongs there. Nothing Pure Vanilla has experienced has been solely his own, and it seems like it never was.

Pure Vanilla is saved from his own sinking thoughts by the gentle warble of birdsong, and grateful for the distraction, he looks up to find a small bird descending from the canopy. Admittedly, it is different from the blue birds he is used to, looking to be a spore variant of some sort, but he smiles at it just as cheerfully.

"Hello, chickadee. How are you today?" He greets affectionately, voice warming as he holds out a hand for the spore bird to land on. It does with a chirped greeting back, and for the briefest, most blissful moment, Pure Vanilla feels light with the simplest happiness.

And then the bird looks up at him, with not two, or four, but countless eyes opening across its entire body, inky black and mockingly blue.

Pure Vanilla startles fiercely, jolting back and shutting his eyes tightly on instinct, and the movement is more than enough to scare the bird away, but he is too occupied with fumbling for his staff in the grass beside him to pay it any mind.

Finally, his fingers find purchase, and he hastily lifts the staff upright, half-leaning against it as he looks through its eye. The pupil darts around until it lands on the bird once more, where it has fled back to a perch among the branches.

It looks normal, or as normal as a spore variant can be. It certainly doesn't have a hundred knowing eyes.

The trees don't have eyes either, for that matter.

Pure Vanilla presses his forehead against his staff, desperately tempted to keep his eyes closed forever, to rely solely on his staff so he doesn't have to risk seeing anything unreal. It's a dangerous, guilty thought, but it persists even when he gathers the strength to crack his own eyes open once more.

He blinks once, twice, hesitantly looking around.

There are no eyes. Just a spooked spore bird in the canopy, a half-crushed flower crown hanging off his lap, and White Lily in the distance, now joined by an energetic Gingerbrave and his friends.

Pure Vanilla watches for a moment, waiting. When everything remains as it is, he sighs again, heavily, wearily, and sinks back into the bed of flowers, holding his staff to his chest in a loose grip, even as he lays down.

He thinks he hears a mean giggle chime faintly in his ears, but what does he know? That's probably a lie too.

[knoepfchen]

"Egan, was it? John Egan?" The voice drawls and Bucky is struck by the image of a toothpick between plush lips.

He whips around in the doorless room trying to find where the voice is coming from. Hand steady on his gun. Aware he is being watched.

"Or should I still call you 'Bucky', Agent 007?"

Bucky's heart plummets all the way to the floor.

He's taken back to the bar he stopped at a few hours earlier to meet the contact Q had hooked him up with for weapons on the ground.

A sparsely populated dive at that time of day. He'd sat at the bar and ordered a Martini.

"Shaken, not stirred," he'd told the bartender, when his eyes fell to the person next to him.

He was wearing a cowboy hat indoors, but Bucky's eyes were drawn straightaway to his mouth, slowly chewing a toothpick.

It was a very distracting mouth. Or it was, until the man looked up at him with the bluest eyes John had ever seen.

"And whatever this fella's having," Bucky completed his order. Slipping on an American accent just to be on the safe side.

M always said no distractions, but M never meant no distractions. A man with a license to kill surely also needed a license to live a little.

He grinned at the guy next to him and was rewarded with a cool raised eyebrow for his troubles.

"Feeling generous, are we?" the man drawled, in a husky voice that travelled straight down John's spine like a pleasant scratch.

"The name's Egan. John Egan," Bucky introduced himself, raising his drink. "But friends call me Bucky."

The barkeeper placed a ginger beer in front of the stranger, who lifted it to Bucky's drink in a half-hearted toast.

"Pleasure is all yours, I'm sure," the man said and took a sip.

Bucky stilled his drink halfway to his mouth."Are you not gonna let me know who I'm drinking with?"

The man looked at Bucky with an expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief, like he couldn't quite fathom who or what Bucky was. It was strangely addictive, but then, Bucky had always had an addictive personality.

"Cleven. Gale Cleven."

The man tapped the lip of his hat at Bucky, his mocking clear but gentle.

"Gale? What kind of a name is Gale?"

"A perfectly serviceable one."

"Nah, nah, that won't do at all," Bucky said, playing up the obnoxious American traveller. "A guy like you, with your face... You look more like a Buck to me."

Gale snorted a laugh that looked like it escaped him against his better judgement.

This was going to be interesting.

"Ain't that your name?"

"No, my name's Bucky. And yours is now Buck."

In the present, Bucky schools his features into a disarming grin.

"You're breaking my heart there, Buck," he says. "Don't you want to at least show me your pretty little smile?"

The intercom crackles and for a moment Bucky could swear he hears a little snort.

This was going to be interesting.

guys we've all been saying Callum should be the next bond and I totally agree so hear me out on this au:

John is a James Bond type and Gale is the sexy ass villain who John constantly flirts and tries to fuck him while Gale is trying to kill him

very homoerotic, very sexual, very horny... good au

[emeraldserenade]

Save Me ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: Joaquín and Sam noticed the signs but they hoped they were wrong.

tw: fem!reader, spousal abuse, Sam and Joaquín being the best at helping reader, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Guys, I started avidly reading Sam fics too and I am starved for fics. Why does almost no one write for him? (Does anyone have any recs?) Also, I said I wanted to post everyday but I was tired after class and took a nap instead so this is coming out late (12:20am).

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It started with the flinching, when you first joined Sam and Joaquín you were a force to be messed with. But now, you flinched when someone raised their voice or if someone moved just a little too fast. You blamed it on the lack of sleep and the amount of caffeine you drink, but Joaquín wasn't buying it.

Next was the smaller bruises, you claimed they just showed up and that your doctor said it happens because of your lack in iron. But they were vaguely hand and finger shaped, like someone was holding onto you too tight.

Then it was the constant apologies, even when it wasn't your fault. You would apologize for running into a table or if you made a noise you deemed too loud. You would apologize for speaking your mind when you weren't asked and you apologized for talking too long when you announced you were leaving for a bit.

Sam picked up on it too, he brought it up with Joaquín. Sam wanted to make sure that he wasn't reading too much into it, and when Joaquín said he noticed the same thing, they both knew they needed to confront you. They agreed that they would the next day at work, but you called in sick. So they pushed it off until you came in, but that day never happened.

You tracked the boys, you three had a Life360 so you could keep track of each other. You saw that they were both at Joaquín's and you drove there, your bags and belonging packed with you. Your lip throbbed where it was split open and you could tell you looked horrible.

You got to Joaquín's and parked your car by Sam's, you knocked on the door and it didn't take long until you were sat on a dining room chair while they helped you. You could help but sob and apologize, you felt helpless. There you were crying over your now ex after he beat you, again, when you were supposed to be a superhero. The irony wasn't lost on you, but it made you feel worse.

"Angel," Joaquín's soft voice broke you out of your thoughts and you noticed Sam was missing. "Sam's starting the shower for you, come on," Joaquín helped you up and you two walked to the bathroom.

"I'll go grab your bags from the car," Sam told you and your gratefully nodded.

"You can stay here, I know you're going to argue but it's an offer. Think about it," Joaquín told you before gently shutting the door. You were washing away your feeling of insecurity and unease when Sam gently cracked the door.

"I'm going to place your bag right here on the counter for you, if you need anything yell for one of us," Sam told you before leaving. You finished your shower and wrapped yourself in the towel before stepping out of the shower. You walked to your bag and just stared in the mirror for a moment. You were right, you looked horrible. Your lip was split, but you could tell that, but you had a hand shaped bruise on your chest from where he had pushed you against the wall and held you there. There was more, bruises around your body and they were just painful reminders that you weren't strong enough to stop him.

You slowly got dressed, picking out your favorite pajamas. It was just a green silk nightgown but it hit mid-thigh and it would let you put bruise cream on your bruises. You walked out to the living room and sat down on the couch between the two, it only took a moment before you started tearing up again.

"I feel like a failure," you told them. "I couldn't even keep myself safe, how am I supposed to keep the world safe?"

"What you went through does not make you any less of a hero or any less strong. You had no control over it and it wasn't your fault," Sam took the lead in the conversation, his time helping at the VA coming in handy. "You went through the unimaginable, it had to be hard. You are still the strong and confident women from before. You just have to find her," Sam assured you.

"And we will be there every step of the way," Joaquín added and you smiled for the first time that night. You felt safe and loved at Joaquín's and you realized that you do want to stay.

"Is that offer to stay still on the table?" You questioned.

"Of course it is, come on, I'll show you the room," Joaquín stood and you and Sam followed suit. As you walked down the hallway and to the room, you realized you were in the road of recovery. It may be hard and long, but you had two people you knew loved and cared for you were helping. Plus, now you could hopefully find the courage to tell Joaquín how you felt. Though that might have to wait until you weren't freshly out of a relationship.

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Masterlist | Requests

[reineydraws]

@akarenweek day 3: reverence

i was excited about this one! i think a lot about the back scars hakuji must have, and how kyojuro would react to them if he knew.

anyways, here is also a little ficlet of the moment, because i couldn't help myself:

akaza wakes up from taking the cure, and kyojuro seems shocked when akaza removes his vest to reveal the multitude of old scars stretching gnarly across his back. akaza explains that it was from when he was a child, that he'd been whipped for stealing, that he couldn't save his father and that he couldn't save his new family, either. and then he murdered for revenge and got turned by muzan. pathetic, isn't it?

and kyojuro says, no, just sad. unfair. i'm sorry this happened to you. and kyojuro touches his back scars with a kindness akaza doesn't think he deserves. kyojuro presses his lips softly against his back, so light akaza almost doesnt feel it through the layers of scars that stiffen his body. his touch is gentle, tender, reverent, like maybe he finds something valuable in akaza, something still worth holding, and holding close.

akaza just turned back into a human, but it's kyojuro's careful fingers and his warm lips that make him feel human again. tears well up in his eyes, and blur his vision as they start falling down his cheeks.

he would say this weakness is pathetic, but he has a hard time believing kyojuro would treat anything he finds pathetic half as dearly as he treats hakuji now. if he can't believe it himself, then as always, he'll just believe in kyojuro. at least that, he can do for certain.

[watcheraurora]

The Ballroom

Ficlet that I wrote in like an hour instead of getting ready for bed. I watched the episode when it came out but the vibes just hit me now 1.2k words

For the record: this one is not shipping. Platonic only.

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Etho stepped into the ballroom and tugged to make sure his mask was secure over his face. He was aware that masquerade balls usually involved full-face masks or one that covered the area around the eyes. Not so much a simple cloth covering the lower half of his face. But he preferred keeping his nose and mouth covered. Kept his peripheral vision free.

He wandered aimlessly through the crowd. If he was honest, he wasn't entirely sure why he was here. He wasn't really a high-society sort of person. Sure, he was friends with the princess, but he would never have imagined that she'd bother to reach out to him for such an occasion. They weren't that good of friends.

In the center of the dance floor, couples were spinning around. Almost dizzying just to watch. Most everyone was in much looser, flowing clothing compared to Etho's close-cropped formalwear. He also noticed his black color scheme and white hair was quite stark against the lighter, desaturated neutrals. Creams, beiges, tans, a bit of a sage green splash here or there. The colors and the loose clothing were all typical of this country and their solar-powered technology.

Etho lived in the jungle—though he didn't consider himself one with it, the way this princess' people considered themselves. He knew he was separate from it.

And he'd never felt the difference more starkly than being surrounded by hundreds of people in masks all in airy, light clothes while his were exactly opposite.

Eventually—thank the gods—he found his way to a punch table. Though he didn't really know how he was going to drink it without removing his face mask. He saw some people pushing their masks out of the way to drink theirs, but he wondered if that didn't defeat the whole purpose of throwing a masquerade.

"Had a feeling I'd find you lurking in a corner, sir," a playful voice remarked.

Etho twisted to see a familiar figure—almost as tall as himself—emerging from the crowd. Slipping between two people with an easy grace.

The princess wore a light, flowing green dress. Accented with gold jewelry. She wore no tiara. Instead a ring of sunflowers was woven into her long brown hair and a mask of gold vines covered her eyes. Though it couldn't hide how bright blue they were. The dress was shorter at the front—not quite reaching her knees—and longer at the back. Revealing the knee-high strappy sandals.

Etho was pretty sure he was the only one in the room who'd noticed that despite the rather flimsy appearance of the dress, she was armed.

"Well, this isn't really my usual gig, now is it, Your Highness?" he asked.

"Stop with the formality. Pearl is fine. You know that." She waved dismissively. "We don't really bother with such things here." She held a hand out for him. "Walk with me."

He crooked his elbow and offered it to her. She rested her hand on the bend to allow him to escort her properly.

"I wanted to invite you," Pearl began casually as they walked around the edge of the ballroom, where the crowd was thinner, "because I appreciate all the work you put into building the infrastructure around here. Just because I have the idea for putting together a postal system doesn't mean I have the technical knowledge of how to create one."

"I guessed as much," Etho replied casually. "That's why I accepted the invitation."

Pearl grinned. "I do appreciate all the effort it took. I mean, you practically built every mailbox by yourself."

He shrugged. "Happy to help my friends," he said. "And Tango helped. Especially with the most complicated work that I didn't want to do myself."

"Yes, well. He declined my invitation."

"Oh, if you think I don't like fancy balls, he detests them. I don't think you could pay him to wear formalwear." Etho snickered behind his mask. "I don't think he owns anything more dressy than cargo pants, come to think of it."

Pearl chuckled.

They reached the platform where the musicians were playing. "Just a moment," she said to Etho. She released his elbow and started moving the flowing folds of her skirt. "Do you dance, Etho?" She glanced up at him.

He snorted, his mask muting the noise a bit. "Not as much," he replied. "The 'dancing' I learned involves a lot of sharp and pointy things."

Pearl grinned. There was something trickster-ish about the glint in her eyes. "Well, allow me to teach you, then," she said.

She finally located whatever she'd been searching for in the folds of her gown—a music box made of red mangrove wood dangling from a gold chain off the leather belt worn over her corset. She twisted the key beneath it a few times and tapped the conductor of the musicians on the arm. He turned expectantly. She passed the music box over. He accepted it with a nod.

Pearl turned back to Etho. "Shall we?" she asked.

Etho offered his elbow again. "I can try. No guarantees I'll be any good."

Pearl smiled. "I have faith in you," she remarked, taking his arm.

She led him out onto the dance floor and showed him where to place his hands. One on her shoulder blade, the other holding her other hand.

They slowly made their way through the slow, simple, but airy waltz the musicians were playing. Etho was coordinated. He wasn't hopeless. He just wasn't used to such things. He got the basic steps quickly. He could follow the line of dance. He just wasn't going to be pulling off any complex tricks any time soon.

The musicians faded out their song.

"And now," the conductor said, "a special request from Her Highness, Princess Pearl."

The conductor held the music box up to a microphone.

It began plunking out a gentle melody.

Etho tilted his head to turn his ear to hear better. "I know this tune," he said softly.

"Hmm," Pearl hummed mischievously. They began dancing again. Carrying on the waltz as the music box carried on.

Something seemed to click. The tune sped up and the musicians started to play along with the box.

The other dancers slowed to a stop. The whole ballroom went silent apart from the music.

Etho and Pearl were the only ones still moving.

Etho looked around. "What is this? How did you do that?" he asked.

Pearl lifted his arm to twirl herself under it.

As she did, her beautiful dress turned into body armor. Her hair braided back.

A weapon appeared in her hand. "Well," she said with a grin, "I thought we should have an opportunity to dance in a way you're more familiar with as well." Her tone was light. Playful.

Etho couldn't help but smile behind his mask. "Let's dance, then."

Pearl tossed him the mace in her hand. He caught it easily. Another appeared in her other hand. "I do so love this song," she remarked as she swung.

[b1rd1ee]

This is a ficlet for a TFA Au that has been brewing in my mind for a while. I'm not sure if I'll be able to write a full-length fic about it.

Essentially, Ultra Magnus and Megatron were once lovers. The cons all lived on a large colony ship known as the Hull. It would occasionally visit Cybertron for supplies, which is how they first became familiar. When they were older, Mags promised Megs that he would be there during his darkest hour. He couldn't keep his promise when Megs needed him most.

Megs became the Hull's leader and modified it so that it could land anywhere except Cybertron.

Many years later, the Optimus team and Ultra Magnus needed to go there for something. There they discovered that Optimus has a matrix spark. Making him THE prime, the only one capable of defeating the big bad (who I have yet to figure out who). Optimus had locked himself in his room, and Megatron went to check on him, resulting in this.

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Megatron tentatively knocked on the door.

“Yo kid, are you doing okay?”

Optimus didn't answer; Megatron knocked again, but Optimus still wouldn't answer. When Megatron knocked the third time and Optimus still wouldn't answer, Megatron typed in the override code.

The door slid open to Optimus’s bedroom; the area was clean and organized, but there was no Optimus.

Megatron spun around and quickly walked down the hallway as he spoke into his communicator.

“We have a missing mech here; check all security cameras for a red and blue bot, and look for recent ENGX trails leaving the Hull.”

Reports began flooding the communicator within minutes.

"There is footage of him leaving his room around 12:34."

"We have footage of a red and blue bot heading to ship dock Z-4."

"There's an hour-old ENGX trail.”

"That idiotic kid," Megatron thought angrily to himself. "He's seriously doing this right now?"

He dashed down the winding and turning passageway to the one person he knew would be of help in this situation, regardless of how he felt about them.

He rushed to room MA-16 and quickly entered the override code. As the door slid open, he saw Ultra Magnus in his chair, reading from his pad. Magnus instantly looked up, his face filled with confusion.

"Optimus is gone."

"What?!" Magnus exclaimed as he quickly stood up from his chair, sending the pad in his servos tumbling to the ground. Ultra Magnus followed closely behind Megatron as they went to the nearest ship dock.

"He's not on the ship," Megatron stated. "That stupid kid believes that because he is the Prime, he must face everything alone, but he doesn't. Is he aware how selfish and stupid this is? He is leaving those he cares about behind. Did he ever consider their feelings?"

Ultra Magnus stared at Megatron, his face sinking as he said

"This isn't just about Optimus."

Megatron came to a halt, his breathing heavy, and turned sharply to Magnus.

"Of course, this isn't all about Optimus!" Megatron yelled angrily, "This is also about you!" Tears welling up in his eyes.

His chest heaved with each sharp breath before he continued, this time in a low voice that gradually became louder and more painful.

"Why didn't you come? Don't use the "Cybertron was in need" argument. Do you know how long I waited before realizing you weren't coming? Do you know how much pain I felt? I cried myself to sleep for such a long time. You promised to be there for me during my darkest hours. Well, guess what? That was my darkest hour. And you weren't there!"

He turned away from him, his head tilted upward as if to prevent tears from falling. "We needed you," he said quietly. His head sank as he wrapped his arms around himself, allowing tears to fall as he spoke in a hurt whisper.

"I needed you."

Magnus said nothing and reached out his hand to Megatron's shoulder. He hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on Megatron's shoulder, causing him to tense up.

He remained silent at first, then spoke in a shaky voice. "I am sorry, Megatron. There's no excuse for what I did. I left you when you needed me the most. It's one of my biggest regrets in life."

There was silence for a moment, then Megatron slowly turned to Magnus and tilted his head up at him. His face was no longer of anger but of sorrow, tears freely falling down his cheeks.

Magnus slowly pulled him into a hug.

Megtron tensed. Then he relaxed, burying his face into Magnus' shoulder and wrapping his arms around him, finally releasing years of suppressed emotions and tears.

Magnus held him, holding back his own tears. He wasn't strong for him before, but he will be now.

[cultofdarkwood]

Hee! Saw your call for ficlet prompts. So how about, Leshycat with ‘Do flowers really taste that good?’

- you know who ;)

immediately needed to combine these two bcz Yesss.

Yarrow, yellow cat, they/them! yall feel free to steal the name yarrow btw, idc

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Work in the fields began before sunrise, which meant the farmers had to be up before light. For Yarrow, it wasn't too major of an adjustment. They were used to farming back in their now destroyed village in Darkwood.

For their housemate though, it was an issue.

The Lamb had placed the cult's newest recruit in Yarrow's shared shelter. Before him, Yarrow had been living here all alone, enjoying both the space and the peace and quiet. Now, the blind bagworm he had for a roommate seemed to live to disrupt every part of Yarrow's life, and he despised waking up early. This morning seemed to be an exception.

The Lamb couldn't seem to get Leshy to hold down a job he wouldn't immediately fuck up, so Leshy didn't work. Since he didn't work, he had a lot of free time. And since he seemed to live to poke fun at Yarrow, it was more often than not that Leshy would show up halfway through the day to follow them around the fields while they worked. He lived to cause as much chaos as he could get away with without upsetting the Lamb, so most of the trouble he caused involved eating through the garden that Yarrow tended to instead of the cult's crucial crops.

This morning, Leshy was up before the sun. Yarrow sighed, and resigned themself to a long day.

"Good morning, Leshy," they said, mostly to be courteous. The bagworm grunted and said nothing. Yarrow sighed, placed their farmer's hat on their head, and headed out the door. Whether or not Leshy followed them was his choice.

Unfortunately, he did.

As Yarrow got to work with the other farmers in the field, Leshy plopped himself down in the flower garden, digging his hands in the dirt. They had learned to ignore his antics, knowing he just wanted to get a rise out of them, but as they watched him, they couldn't help but feel something was off.

"Hey, Leshy?" they spoke up, watching him shove a handful of flowers into his gaping mouth. He didn't pay them any attention. "Leshy, are you okay?"

The blind bagworm paused, another flower halfway to his mouth. He seemed bewildered by the question, though it was hard to tell with how covered his face was.

"I just ask because, you usually never wake up this early," Yarrow felt the sudden need to explain, their dirty paw coming up to absent-mindedly rub the back of their neck. "And you usually like to-"

"Shut up," Leshy muttered with none of his usual bite, before shoving the flower in his mouth.

Yarrow huffed. "Well, sorry for trying to care," they muttered back, but they couldn't bring themself to step away. Maybe it was just the morning air, but Leshy seemed upset.

"Do flowers really taste that good?" they found themself asking, watching him destroy the garden they put so much care into. Leshy paused again, and Yarrow felt the need to explain themself once more, stammering through their next words. "I mean, I just see you eating them all the time. I've never tried one myself, well, just raw like that I mean. I've had some of them in teas before, but that's definitely different than just-"

"They help me see," Leshy answered shortly, startling the yellow cat into silence. "Not like how I used to, not like real seeing. But... I can taste the colors they are. Feels like seeing, sometimes."

"Oh," Yarrow said. Awkwardly, they looked down, and began to anxiously pick through the fur of their hands. "That, uh... sounds like fun?"

"I wanted to see the sunrise this morning," Leshy grumbled, though it was more of a quiet mutter. He shoved another flower in his mouth, his voice so quiet that Yarrow had to strain to hear it. "Which is stupid."

"It's not stupid," Yarrow said, feeling a lot less annoyed about the way Leshy liked to destroy their flower garden. "I see it every morning, but I still look forward to it even though I've seen it a million times. It's about to start now."

Leshy grumbled wordlessly, gathering together red, orange, and some golden yellow flowers. Yarrow watched, knowing they probably should've been getting back to work, but unable to pull themself away.

"You should add pink in there," they suggested quietly. The branching antlers on the sides of Leshy's heads twitched, and the worm turned his head towards them as though looking at them. "The sunrises here, they always start with pink."

Leshy didn't say a word, but reached across the flower garden to grab a handful of pink flowers. Despite the fact that it was their garden he was destroying, Yarrow let themself be impressed by how well Leshy knew where everything was planted.

"It's starting," Yarrow said quietly, and Leshy gave a clicking chitter, a noise he usually made when he was annoyed. This time though, it sounded softer, almost nicer. They could almost let themself believe it was appreciative.

Leshy shoved the first of the flowers in his mouth as the sun crested the horizon.

[formerlycookierunauprompts]

AU Ficlet(it's more of a whole fic really) #3 - 250 Follower Special 💔

LOG - #025 A new employee has come to work for the corporation, interestingly enough the witches actually gave her a name. Yet, she hasn't disclosed what it is to us yet so we've simply dubbed her 'Marshmallow Fluff Cookie', since her hair is made out of the stuff. I, personally, find her rather interesting. Why would the witches give her a proper name? Especially one of their own kind. I'll have to put in a request to the manager to have her work with the less... dangerous abnormalities so I can proceed with a study of her. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #037 A much more personal log than my previous entries, but it relates to my studies of Marshmallow Fluff Cookie so I suppose that I can spare to keep this. Notably, she seems to be a lot more capable than I and my fellow team managers thought. In the last few days she's been producing majorly good work results out of all the works she's been assigned to. It can be noted that she dislikes having to work with Tear of the Witches, I don't know why but I hypothesize that she may have a... distaste for the witches. I asked her what she thought of our creators, she claimed to not really have an opinion on whether she liked them or not. I decided to change the subject and we ended up talking for a while until the manager sent her off to do a work process with Parade of Smiles. Yet, during our conversation I could tell that she was withholding something from me. Just who are you really, Marshmallow Fluff Cookie? - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #042 She's finally told me her real name, 'Mackenzie'. Though she prefers that I just call her 'Kenzie' instead, it rolls off the tongue a lot nicer. I fear that I might be becoming rather... attached to her. I can't exactly help it, she's like a nice little puzzle that fits in my hands yet refuses to let me solve it. I simply cannot let anything unfortunate happen to her before my studies of her are over. I'm sure that things will return to normal once my curiosity is sated. Fragment of the Stars breached today, I finally got to bare witness to Kenzie in action. To put it simply... I was certainly intrigued. Surely this is just a mere fascination, it will pass. I hope it does. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #051 I believe that Kenzie may be suffering from Distortion Disease. I could tell when her sanity got low, I could see eyes ( not Cookie Eyes mind you) peeking through her dough. I fear that if I don't hurry with my research into reversing the disease's effects that she may turn into one of the many abnormalities held within the facility. As far as I know, she hasn't had contact with a Soul Jam like myself and my fellow team manager's considering that we use ours almost daily. Our Soul Jam contains distortion within them, it's what gives me my strings and ability to levitate. We all knew that there was a chance that we would become abnormalities when we were selected to wield them, yet we took that risk. All roaming causes of Distortion Disease that we know of have been contained, so how did Kenzie contact it? I suppose it doesn't matter at the moment, I'll have to focus on supressing her symptoms should they appear. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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" Blu?" He quickly snaps himself up from his log book, turning to face the pink haired cookie standing in the doorway. They'd gotten friendly over the past few weeks, maybe even months that they've spent working together in the corporation. He couldn't say that he hated her company, because it simply wasn't true. He could feel his soul jam thrum from where it was placed on his chest, it was almost like his heart in a sense, working to keep him alive and... mostly sane. It liked that nickname, and so did he. " Ah! Kenzie." He mused with a bit of an embarrassed smile. " What are you doing here today? I thought that the Manager wanted you to work in the Control Department." " Oh, they assigned me to work on Dream of the Moonlit Sea." She hummed, propping herself up on the table of the break room within the Information department. " Though... you could probably tell from the tear-streaks in my dough." She hummed, pointing at her face. Ah, right, Dream of the Moonlit Sea almost always caused employee's working on it to cry during the work process. And yet... he could tell that this was only somewhat true. There was something being withheld from him, something that she wasn't saying. But what could it be? She's such a mystery, he can't wait until she let's him solve her. But what happens after that? He doubts that he could just... go back to normal. Not with the way his small cookie heart beats in his chest whenever he thinks of her, is he becoming obsessed? Falling in love with someone who could die any day? What a foolish decision. So call him a fool then.

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LOG - #078 Eheheheh... The Manager was quite foolish today. Sending Kenzie in to use Creation Machine when they knew it would yield a bad, terrible and horrible result. Treating her like the rest of the rather expendable employee's when she's so much more... So, I did what I had to~! I had him terminated... immediately. Do I feel any regret about that? Hah! Not a single shred. They were such a fool anyways. - Shadow Milk Cookie That's not my name. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie.

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LOG - #079 In regards to the previous log... I believe that I may have temporarily lost myself and succumbed to the powers of my Soul Jam for a brief moment last night. Do I regret what I did? ... I still don't, that concerns me. I thought that I'd feel the slightest bit of remorse but... there was nothing. A new Manager came in to replace the old one, I have no idea how the corporation found one so quickly and yet I don't want to ask. Though this new Manager seems more... competent than our previous one. Kenzie appears to be doing better today after last night. My research, however, doesn't seem to making much progress... Hopefully it yields some results soon. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie.

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LOG - #099 I'm not exactly sure how to describe what happened today. For starters, Kenzie seemed a lot more... panicked than usual. And by that I mean she was actually panicking about something. She wasn't fit to work with any of the abnormalities so I kept her with me and notified the manager. Her condition is worsening, and I fear that I won't be able to save her before the distortion takes hold. I've learnt... quite a bit about her as well. For instance, I know why the witches gave her specific name of their own. She's said (albeit during her maddened rambling in her panicked state) that she's supposed to be dead, so it's entirely possible that she has the soul of a witch within her... one that was supposed to have passed on to the afterlife. I believe that that may be the source of her variant of distortion disease. Walpurgis Night is approaching, and I fear that something horrible may happen when it comes. Something always goes wrong, horribly wrong upon Walpurgis Night. Perhaps it's a curse from the witches for the hubris of Cookiekind. I just hope that I can keep her safe through it. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #101 I was right. Why did I have to be right? The worst possible thing happened and I couldn't even prevent it. I hate this. I'm so sorry. ... That's all it says, it appears that Blueberry Milkshake didn't sign off on this one. It looks like the pages are stained with tears.

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LOG - #104 I think I'm going insane, I keep on seeing glimpses of her and yet I know that she's not here anymore. Not like that, not as a Cookie. I still can't bring myself to go see her, what she has become. But I know I'll have to face her one day, I can't run forever. - Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #115 It's not her, none of them are her. They may look like her, but they aren't her. They're only forged from her fleeting feelings, yet it hurts to see them being viewed as expendable. It's like seeing her die over, and over, and over and over and over again. We're up to Kenzie-14 now, as the manager says. I don't know why they keep getting us to use her over and over again just to get more employees. I almost feel sick whenever I look into their hollow eyes. The voice telling me to let go of myself is getting louder and louder, I don't think it wants to shut up anymore. Burning Spice and Eternal Sugar have already succumbed to their own distortion, I'd follow them if it wasn't for Silent Salt and Mystic Flour's support. -Blueberry Milkshake Cookie

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LOG - #125 They're all gone, I'm the only Team Manager left. Burning Spice, Eternal Sugar, Mystic Flour, Silent Salt... All of them. There isn't really any point in holding back anymore, is there? This will be the last time I use this log. It may even be the last time anyone reads it~! I'll be destroying this facility, it's nothing more than a seal to prevent me and my comrades from causing chaos within the real world. From this day forth, all of us will be set free. Do I really care what happens to the employee's here? Nah, not one eeny weeny little bit! Not anymore, I guess. Well, it's been rather entertaining to be here. Observing tragedy and comedy... mostly tragedy, but I digress, it was entertainment nonetheless. May the witches burn in the oven for forsaking us all. - Blueberry Milkshake- Hmm, that doesn't feel right anymore. - Shadow Milk Cookie The page is littered with doodles of eyes in blue pen.

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ABNORMALITY FILE Beast of Deceit B-01-05 - ALEPH Observation level - I The Abnormality that caused the Breach of [REDACTED DATE]. Some say that B-01-05 used to be a Team Manager at the Corporation, though it isn't certain. Though it is certain that this being, like the rest of the Beasts, came from the corruption of Soul Jam. Since that fateful breach of every abnormality in the facility, we have worked hard to re-contain all of them. One-by-one we will contain them all again. Though, as of [date], we have managed to wrangle it into a containment cell. The beast seems complacent for now, we'll be sending Kenzie-25 in to work on it soon as she is one of our more capable employees(probably because she comes from T-01-34).

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ABNORMALITY FILE Selfish Heart T-01-34 - ZAYIN (?) Observation Level - III Attack Type - ??? E-BOX output - 25 Qliphoth Counter - 3 / Non-escaping entity Managerial Tips 1 When the work result was bad, the Qliphoth counter lowered with a high probability Managerial Tips 2 The above happened when Repression work was performed on the abnormality. Managerial Tips 3 When a good or normal work result was achieved, Selfish Heart would produce a clone of [redacted]. These clones are useful employees, but abnormalities class HE and lower will produce less positive E-boxes when working with these clones due to feeling threatened. Managerial Tips 4 When the Qliphoth Counter dropped to zero, a random clone would be sent into a panic. All employees adjacent to the clone will also go into a panic. Managerial Tips 5 The Qliphoth Counter lowered whenever three or more abnormalities breached at the same time. Managerial Tips 6 *Locked* Managerial Tips 7 *Locked* Work Favor List Instinct I - Common II - Common III - Common IV - Common V - Common Insight I - Common II - Common III - Common IV - Common V - Common Attachment I - High II - High III - High IV - High V - Very High Repression I - Low II - Low III - Low IV - Low V - Low (technically this should be locked but I'm putting it down anyways because silly) E.G.O. Equipment E.G.O. Gift ; Fragment of Self Effect : Increases all stats by +5 Drop Chance : 0.01% E.G.O. Suit Fragment of Self Grade : ALEPH Cost : 100 Eboxes Red DEF : Normal (1.0) White DEF : Resistant (0.4) Black DEF : Endured (0.5) Pale DEF : Resistant (0.3) Max Amount : 1 Requirements : Agent Level 5, Attachment Level 5 E.G.O. Weapon Fragment of Self Grade : ALEPH Cost : 250 Damage : PALE 20-24 Attack Speed : Fast Range : Medium Max Amount : 1 Requirements : Agent Level 5, Attachment Level 5

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It seems that they've fortified the containment cells since he's last been here, a shame, truly. Oh how he'd love to roam about, but alas, he had to be a good boy and stay put. Not that he had any choice in the manner. He glances at the jam stain on the floor, oh yeah, he'd gotten a bit too excited the last time an employee came to do work with him. He ripped them apart, but he did piece them back together as a new puppet for his collection. Maybe he gnawed on a piece or two but only because he'd been so bored prior to the entertainment they provided him. He hears the door open, oho? The manager was sending in another employee so soon? They must be rather desperate. He looked up from the floor, his collection of shadowy tendrils twitching with excitement at he looked at his new... prey? "... Oh?" He muses, standing up from his reclined position. He eyed the employee with intrigue, though just calling her an employee wouldn't do her justice. Calling her a clone would fit better, yet it somewhat feels like an insult at the same time. He can see something in her eyes after all, something that isn't hollow like that in the eyes of her fellow kin. This Kenzie-clone may be the closest thing he's seen to a person out of all of them. " Why hello there my dear!" He chirped with a small bow, and after a few seconds he almost immediately bounced up to her. " What's an interesting creature like you doing in a place such as this? Let me get a closer look at you..." He hummed, letting two shadowy hands hold the clone's face as he pulled them in for a closer look. " Wh- Oi! Stop that." The clone hissed, oh she was certainly a lot more lively of a character as well! Closer to Kenzie's personality than just a feeling attached to a memory of some kind. She batted away the hands, an action which he found rather interesting. " Aw, afraid of a little bit of touch, little cookie?" He teased, to which Kenzie-whatevernumberthisonewas deadpanned. " Don't call me little, I'm literally taller than you." She said with a twinge of maybe annoyance? Well, she was certainly a lot more like Kenzie than the others had been. " Either way, I'm supposed to be working-" " Do you have to?" He said in a bit of a whiny tone, tilting his head a bit too much to the side. " Hey, why don't we do something interesting instead? Wouldn't that be more fun?" " And what would your definition of 'fun' be?" She asked, his mood instantly brightened to her surprise. " Hmm..." He pondered, though it didn't take long for an idea to come to mind. " How about releasing a few abnormalities? It'd be funny seeing them chase some clerks around." He suggested, a grin stretching across his features. " And I suppose that you want me to release a WAW level Abnormality or two?" She asked, to which he gave an eager nod. " Not happening." She immediately shut down the notion, causing him to crumple to the floor in a sulking manner. " Aw boo, you're no fun Kenzie." He whined, dropping to the floor and letting his shadows catch him. They curled around his limbs, subjected to the will of their master, with one wiping at the crocodile tears forming in his eyes. " It's... Kenzie-25." " Kenzie." He insisted, looking up from the floor. There was a silence between the two cookie in the room, but could they even be counted as cookies anymore? He was a beast, and she was a clone. Could that make the answer any more obvious? Maybe not. Kenzie was the first to speak up again. " Well, if you're going to insist..." She murmured, looking away from his sharp gaze. " I'd assume there's something you want me to call you by?" She asked, turning back to him. " Ah! How could I have forgotten to introduce myself properly?" He stood up with a bounce, feigning shock. " Well, your wait is over. You're face to face with the world's best playwright, poet, director, actor, clown... Everyone's most beloved trickster!" He bowed, tilting his head back up solely to look into Kenzie's eyes. " ... Shadow Milk Cookie!"

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Hoo boy that was long. Anyways, welcome to the Lobotomy Corperation Cookie Run AU! Am I really properly introducing a new AU for my 250 special alongside the competition? YES!! Mainly because this is my brain child and I love and it's full of angst.

Quick disclaimer i only play lobotomy corp for the gameplay and I don't know too much of the lore so some stuff here may be a bit inaccurate by mistake. But some stuff is on purpose.

[legacyshenanigans]

I didn't forget about that ficlet, I forced myself to finish it when I woke up because if I didn't, it wouldn't have gotten done lmao. So here you go, enjoy this badly written smut. It's not really proofread, I literally just pulled this out my ass ��🤣

Rowan x Ominis x Leander 🤍❤️💚

Ominis invited Leander to join him and Rowan in the bedroom. NSFW

Leander entered Ominis's room, seeing Ominis sat on a chair in the corner, wearing nothing but his underwear, next to him on the floor, on his knees, was Rowan, completely naked, a thick black leather collar around his neck, to which Ominis held the chain to in his hand.

Ominis: You're here...Good.

Ominis smirked as he sensed Leander standing by the door, Rowan glared at Leander hungrily, a smirk curling up onto his own face, Leander couldn't help but gulp slightly at the thought of what was to come.

Ominis stood, walking over to Leander, yanking on the chain making Rowan let out a small groan and bite his lip, he knew that during this encounter whatever Ominis did or said was to be so, he knew how much Ominis actually enjoyed having power from time to time, he reminded him very much so of Marvolo at times.

Ominis stood in front of Leander, and reached out to him, his hand resting on the back of Leanders head and pulling him in for a kiss. Leander squeaked a little at the contact, Ominis's tongue swirling with his own, he closed his eyes and melted into the feeling, bringing up his hands and resting them on Ominis's hips, pulling him in a little, their bodies pushed together, Rowan watched them, looking them both up and down.

Ominis pulled away from the kiss, a devilish look on his face as he yanked Rowans Collar once more.

Ominis: Stand, My love..

Rowan stood tall next to the pair of them, Leander couldn't help but blush, looking at Rowans body. He didn't think he'd ever get the chance to do so ever again until Ominis had suggested this. Leander reached out to touch Rowan, but Ominis's hand shot up and gripped Leanders wrist, Leander looked at him, his face flushed red, Ominis chuckled.

Ominis: You want to touch him?

Leander: Y-Yes..

Ominis: How badly?

Leander: ...Very.

Ominis smirked, turning away and pulling on Rowans collar once more, sitting back down in the chair as he was before, Rowan standing next to him.

Ominis: Come. And take off your clothes, Prewett..

Ominis gestured for Leander to approached. He did so, sliding himself out of the clothes in the process, his arousal evident by his hardening cock.

Ominis: On your knees...

He dropped to his knees on the floor in front of Ominis, his breathing a little heavy, anticipating what was next. Ominis leaned down, lifting his chin and kissing him once more before leaning back against the chair, taking his own hardened member out from the confines of his underwear. Ominis let out an almost dark sounding chuckle.

Ominis: I'll allow you in time to put your hands on Rowans body..But right now, I want you to suck his cock. See how much you can take.. *smirks*

Leanders eyes widened slightly as he turned his head to look up at Rowan, Rowan looked down at him through lidded eyes, a wicked little grin on his lips, as he held his cock in his hand, stroking it. Leander looked at Rowans throbbing cock and gulped once again, his impressive length was hard not to be intimidated by.

Ominis: Put your hands behind your back, Prewett..Mouth only..For now.

Leander did as he was told, before shifting over to Rowan, making eye contact with him as he leaned forward and licked at his cock, his face still blushing. Rowan let out a growly chuckle feeling Leanders tongues swirling around him before the Red took Rowan into his mouth

Rowan: Ohhh fffffuck...Mmph~

Ominis moaned quietly, gripping at his own cock and pumping himself from hearing Rowans grunts and groans and the noises coming from Leanders mouth and throat as he sucked him.

Rowan bucked his hips forcefully, over and over, pounding into his throat, surprised by how well Leander could take him. Leander pulled back taking in a harsh breath and smirking up at Rowan before taking him back into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, Rowan moaned out feeling his mouth and tongue around his cock once more, his climax rising.

Rowan: mmph...I...I'm gonna fuckin bust.

Ominis: Good boy..*smirks*

With a final thrust Rowan growled filling Leanders throat with his thick load, Leander made a small choking noise before pulling away again, sticking his tongue out to catch the last spurts of Rowans release. Rowan brought a hand down and ran it through Leanders hair.

Rowan: Heh..You're pretty good at taking cock down your throat, Red.

Leander blushed and smiled enjoying the praise he was receiving when Ominis suddenly leaned forward, grabbing his face and pulling him towards his own for another messy kiss, wanting to taste Rowan on Leanders lips, the pair of them moaned into the kiss, before Ominis pulled away with a sinful smile and stood up, he lead Rowan over to the bed and kissed him and his fingers released the collar from around his neck.

Ominis: Lie down for me. Let Leander enjoy you *smirks*

Rowan bared a fang with a cheeky smile on his lips as he lay down on the bed, slighlty sat up against the headboard, Ominis turned and held out his hand towards Leander. Leander took his hand as Ominis whispered to him.

Ominis: Get ontop of Rowan..

He crawled up the bed, taking in Rowans muscular frame, breathing heavily as he licked up Rowans chest before straddling his hips. Rowan smirked, grabbing Leanders face and pulling him in for an intense snog. Leander moaned, feeling his cock twitch. His mind fogging in the moment, not realising Ominis has joined behind him, he felt a hard spank on his ass and cried out, hearing Ominis chuckle. He looked over his shoulder at him, feeling Ominis guiding his cock to his begging hole.

Ominis: I bet you thought Rowan was going to be the one fucking you, didn't you?

With one one swift motion, Ominis pushed himself inside of him.

Leander: Ohhh! Fuuuuck!!!

Ominis grabbed Leanders arms pulling them back as he began to thrust his hips against him, fucking him roughly, Leanders eyes rolled back as he took Ominis's cock, dirty little moans pushing out from his throat as Rowan was looking up at him smirking, watching Ominis pound him relentlessly. Rowan reached a hand down and took hold of leanders leaking member, stroking him in rhythm with Ominis's thrusts. Leander felt like his head was going to explode, the overstimulation driving him crazy, his breathing becoming erratic.

It didn't take too long before Leander felt that heat spread in the pit of his stomach, knowing he was going to release.

Leander: Ngh! ...Fuck, fuck, FUUUUCK!!

Leanders eyes closed tightly as he cried out, throwing his head back, thick strings of his cum splattering onto Rowans chest.

Rowan: mmph! *growls* Fuck yeah...

Feeling Leanders hole clamp down and pulsate around him drove Ominis to the edge of his own climax.

Ominis: *gasps harshly* Ohhh shit! Mmmph!

His pushed as deep as he could, filling Leander with his own hot release, causing another cry to escape Leanders lips.

Ominis pulled away, crawling to lay next to Rowan on the bed, giving him another little kiss with a giggle, Leander collapsed ontop of Rowans chest, feeling like a dirty little whore trying to calm his breathing, Rowan and Ominis smirked at each other before Ominis reached out and ran his hand through Leanders hair.

Ominis: Are you glad you came here tonight? *chuckles*

Leander: *breathless chuckle* Definitely.

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[ladyinbooks]

Rolling back around to say I am Retvja x Hiraeth's biggest fan. Idk why but the running away from Aubrey together has made my brain very obsessed with that as a ship, despite knowing canonically it will never be.

Cursing Aubrey because his actions led to both Retvja's anger towards Lys (because I have a feeling his own "death" is something he played a heavy hand into) and then them being alone together which obviously caused conflict in Vja.

On the other hand, I want to see the universe burn and Lys will light it on fire for Aubrey, which makes Lys x Aubrey also a favourite ship.

I know the endgame romance, but in one universe, Retvja and Hiraeth are living happily. I have no idea how that would happen but in infinite worlds there's bound to be many of them.

And polyshipping the doomed trio is absolutely on my mind.

So sorry, Rarely Pure has given me a reignited obsession with your writing and I've latched hard onto these characters.

On a note for something to respond to that isn't just me gushing over character pairing dynamics and personal conclusions, would current chapter Retvja be reciprocal to a warm fuzzy blanket, hot cocoa and a shoulder to cry/vent on. Because man that man must feel 50 years older and also torn to shreds after everything he was put through.

Worse off is I think he wants Hiraethsander to join him because he feels camaraderie with the man, especially with the lost memories playing a huge role in their current dynamic.

And I want to comfort him and make him feel better because there has been no canonical evidence that he deserves any of this torment. In fact, I think he deserves none of it and his anger is justified, his hurt more so, and maybe if he can get himself to, punching Aubrey in the face might be therapeutic to him.

But alas, my poor boy is but a side character, though I hope he ends up with someone who loves him and helps him unwind and let go of his burdens bc he deserves a caring considerate partner at the very least.

Yaaay! I'm so pleased you enjoy their dynamic! (And you know me - feel free to ship as you please, for verily am I also on the Lysander/Retvja side of things. And the Retvja/Aubrey side. And the Lysander/Retvja/Aubrey... well. Yes. All of them. All of them have so much angst potential.)

(But seriously, you have no idea how much I did a happy dance reading your message today. I love the fact that these two have caught your imagination, and you're enjoying them! ❤️)

Retvja would indeed be receptive to a fuzzy blanket, hot cocoa and a shoulder to cry on, because that poor man is Going Through It (and he most definitely deserved none of it - that is, sadly, Retvja's tragedy - he is a very, very good man, who is stuck with two other men who are decidedly not, and they Do Not Deserve Him).

I know the endgame romance, but in one universe, Retvja and Hiraeth are living happily. I have no idea how that would happen but in infinite worlds there's bound to be many of them.

Ok, but your comment here? It ended up gnawing on my brain, so now we have an AU ficlet, because I couldn't help myself...

In Another Lifetime (Retvja/Lysander)

[flowerhead-fh]

Cupid!Steve x Rockstar!Eddie

OHHH BOY- GUYS- I was just watching my favorite series of all time, which I would recommend to every living being, called Brooklyn 99, and I got an idea for a fanfic, which immediately made me think of Steddie, so here I am. Please enjoy this, drabble? ficlet? I dunno, short fic sample

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In this world, there are Gods, a lot of them. Under them, you have the demigods. Ever living beings, scattered throughout the earth, to make sure everything is running smoothly (which actually means, they are constantly keeping humans from sending the world to shit)

Steve, is one of said demigods. The demigod of love, cupid himself nonetheless. He does his job, better than most demigods actually. Can even find love for the most unlovable. However he has one weakness, and that's finding love for himself. Yes, yes I know. The irony, but the unfortunate truth is; that Steve Harrington's luck in the romantic department is non-existent.

He had just been complaining about this to Robin during their shared shift at Family Video. "It's ridiculous! I can find true love for everyone but myself?! What kind of power is that?!" He groans in frustration and rests his head on his forearms. "I'm gonna be lonely forever." Robin (the demigod of sand (I told you there were a lot of them)) was meanwhile playing around with the sand in an hourglass.

"Relax, I'm sure you'll find someone eventually! And until then, you've always got me! Besides, would you really want to just zap yourself and a random person, just for the sake of dating someone?" Steve groans again, raising his head up and running a hand down his face. "No, but.... still! I want to- have someone in my life like that." Robin hums sympathetically. "Well, at least you can get laid easy." She says shrugging."

Ahh yes, one of the perks to being Cupid, is that he can control, ignite, and remove lust within anyone he so wishes. "Yeah, but I'm past one-night stands now, Robin! I want someone to love." Steve huffs, as he finishes his sentence.

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Just then someone enters the store. The bell rings, and they both spare a glance at the door. The man entering was dressed in mostly black. He had long curly hair, and silver rings adorned each of his fingers. "Robin," Steve whispers to her, as she's still distracted by the hourglass. "12 o'clock." Steve nods subtly in the direction of the man, as Robin looks up at him. She raises her eyebrows. "Oh shit." She mutters.

Steve tried not to ogle him, he really does, but this might be the most interesting man, currently in Hawkins, so that proves difficult. The man, the stranger, is checking out something in the sci-fi section, smiling to himself. His expression then drops a bit, as he pauses and suddenly makes eye contact with Steve. Steve flinches and gives him a small awkward wave.

The guy starts walking over to them, and Steve gently elbows Robin to HELP HIM BECAUSE WORDS HAVE ESCAPED HIM. "Hey, couldn't help but catch you staring. You a fan?" He asked in a polite manner. Steve wrinkles his eyebrows. "No, that's a fan." Steve points to the ceiling fan. The man glances briefly at the ceiling fan, and then back at Steve, laughing.

"I'll admit to staring at you, yes, but I don't think I recognize you sorry." Steve continues after the stranger's laughter has died down. He stares at Steve, mouth slightly agape, in a somewhat mortified expression. "Oh shit." The man runs a hand down his face an embarrased manner. "Ohhhnoooo, I must seem like such a douchebag now."

He looks down and away from Steve. "No, no ,no! It's fine! Erm- Are you like famous or something? What's your name? Maybe I've heard of you somewhere!" Steve says hurredly, trying to salvage the conversation. The stranger chuckles. "Uhum, it's Eddie, Eddie Munson. I started a band called Corroded Coffin. Do you listen to Metal?"

Steve shakes his head awkwardly. "No sorry, but those names do ring a bell... Oh!" Eddie Munson, Corroded Coffin, it's that band Dustin has been raging about, together with the rest of the party. "The kids I babysit won't stop talking about you! You're like their idol. What's a celebrity like you doing in Hawkins then?"

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The guy- Eddie, scratches his neck. "Ah, just visiting home. Taking a break, kind of." Eddie leans an elbow on the counter. "What's model like you doing out here?" He asks in a slightly deeper tone. Steve clears his throat, and turns away to attempt to hide his blush. "Ahaha. I live here. Thanks." Eddie hums, and smiles.

He then notices Robin's fidgeting with the hourglass. "Woah! Holy shit!" Eddie straightens up, no longer leaning on the counter, and stares at the hourglass amazed. Robin hums looking up at Eddie. "Oh, we're demigods. I'm the demigod of sand, this is basically I can do." She says is shrugging.

Eddie turns back to Steve with an excited questioning look. "Both of you? What's your thing then, pretty boy?" Eddie leans on the counter again, this time resting his chin on his hand. Steve hums, and ponders on his next actions. On one hand he could just tell Eddie he is Cupid, on the other hand...

Steve hums, and boldly puts finger on Eddie's chest, sliding it down slowly, while igniting an amount lust within him, that's just edging on too much. Then he looks into Eddie's eyes, and says; "This is." Eddie stares at him, with wide eyes, his face burning red, his mouth just slightly open, as if trying to find something to say, and failing.

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Steve pulls his hand away, and simulteaneously quells any and all lust he awakened within Eddie. "I'm Cupid, basically. I make people fall in love and shit. I can also do that- what I just did." He smiles a bit. "Sorry, I hope that wasn't too much, or anything?" Steve looks at him apologetically.

Eddie stares at him a bit longer mouth agape, still blushing. Then he clears his throat, and speaks as casually as he can muster. "Yeah, no, it's cool, it's alright. That was cool, that wasss a-okay!" He grins at back at Steve, who doesn't seem to fully believe him. "You sure? I can imagine it was a bit much."

Eddie nods. "Yeah, seriously, it's cool. Just didn't see it coming is all." Eddie seems to be speaking truthfully, so Steve decides to believe him. "Okay, if you say so." Steve nods as well.

Eddie switches topics. "So, are you single?" Steve looks at him surpised, and pauses. "Uhh... Yes, very much so, actually." He admits blushing a bit. Eddie grins. "How come? I'd imagine you could make anyone fall in love with you, and I mean that both literally and figuratively."

Steve chuckles. "Romantic love spells don't work in my regards, I have to find love the normal way." Steve says rolling his eyes. "So I've remained lonely for a while now." Eddie hums. "Well... This might be a bit forward, but I think-" Eddie leans into Steve's space. "That I should maybe fix that." He then shrugs "But you tell me, Cupid. Are we compatible?"

Eddie looks at Steve expectantly, and Steve pauses to think. "... Yeah, I think we are." He says smiling a bit. They're first date happens just a couple days later.

[optiwashere]

for the prompts, B-8. hit us with the good shit, boss

I'm just gonna make this one Asheera/Shadowheart since you didn't specify a pairing! Thanks for sending this one in 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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B8. Non-sexual assisted bathing due to injuries/sickness (feat. my personal annoyances with healing magic being a cure-all)

"If you try to do this yourself one more time," said Shadowheart, annoyance sharp on her tongue, "I swear I'll have to keep you locked in the room."

Asheera groaned, tapping one of her tusks against the top row of her teeth in frustration. Everything about this situation was wrong. Her arm had been broken so badly while trying to build a barn next to their cottage that it would take a few days of continuous healing spells to ensure everything mended properly, and her broken leg was only given enough magic to ease the pain.

It would only be another week of this steady convalescence by Shadowheart's estimation. A fully concentrated heal spell ran the risk of fusing her arm in a static position, rendering it completely useless. The risk was even greater with her leg.

All in all, she felt completely and totally useless. She wanted to ease the burden from Shadowheart by at least bathing herself.

"I have one good hand, and I'm already in here," Asheera complained. "You can go relax. It's all right."

"All right? You could have fallen. You could have twisted your arm and ruined any chance of healing you have left." Shadowheart grimaced and soaked a sponge in the bath's warm waters.

"It's fine. I'll be fine, love."

"You and I both know that you'll be even more upset if you wind up unable to use your arm without a trip to a better healer than me. One that would have to regenerate it for you."

"It's all right, I can do this myself now. Go rest."

Shadowheart slumped on the chair next to the tub. Their little washing room beside their bedroom smelled faintly of lilacs that Shadowheart had recently planted in the garden, a perfume she carried on her hands and clothes most days. But that sweet Spring smell couldn't mask the obvious hurt on her face that Asheera saw.

"Why won't you let me do this?" asked Shadowheart.

"It's not like that—"

"You're allowed to help me free myself from the Dark Lady, yet I can't help you with this?"

Asheera reached out with her good arm, laying her hand over Shadowheart's now soaked by the sponge. She said, "You're helping me by healing me."

Her voice gentler then, Shadowheart whispered in the quiet room, "My love, I want you to know that I care for you like you care for me. Please, let me do this."

That admission struck Asheera harder than the fallen beam had when it crushed her arm. Shadowheart's distant look hurt more than her leg when it woke her at night. She gripped Shadowheart's hand and pulled it towards her, letting the soapy water cascade down her forearm. A layer of protective energy stopped her sling and splint from getting wet.

Asheera sat back in the metal tub and tried to catch Shadowheart's gaze when it wandered and eventually fell upon her. She waited a moment, saying nothing. Then, she nodded.

Shadowheart took her time with the soap and sponge and carefully washed away the grime that came from lying in bed for most of the day. A few muscles were tense from all that lazing, and Shadowheart massaged the knotting out with minor magic and deft hands.

It took far longer than a bath should have because Asheera muttered praises and thanks over and over. Over and over, she asked Shadowheart to work a strained muscle. Over and over, she reminded Shadowheart that this was not a one-sided love.

Finally, she asked Shadowheart if she would help her out of the bath.

Shadowheart offered her arm without a word.

[violet-tinted-world]

For your oc's dreams-📿

-ch's dpgf 💋

📿 - A dream your character believes is prophetic

From THIS ask game (still accepting these)

Divider by: cafekitsune

Tags/Warnings: Rylesha & ARC Trooper Echo, Rylesha & CT-1409, Rylesha & Captain Rex, Rylesha & CT-7567, Rylesha & Master Even Piell, dreams, night terrors, prophetic dreams, use of sedatives, grief, loss of loved ones, dark imagery, vague descriptions of canon injuries, canon compliant, no beta we die like men

( I'm new to tagging my writing so I'm happy to learn!)

Rylesha (my OC) wanted to answer this herself, so here goes my first real attempt at writing a... ficlet, I guess? Be kind and enjoy!

My sleep had been blissfully deep and dreamless since my medic gave me the sedative. Thank the Force for that man and his ability to deal with me with a level head and an iron fist. Without sedation my days had blurred together into a haze of grief and breakdowns the likes of which I'd never experienced.

My Master was gone, killed during his escape from the Citadel. I'd felt it as soon as it had happened and knew he had joined the Force again. My only answer for why I hadn't felt the next loss was that I was so consumed with the first that it hadn't registered at all. Or so I'd thought.

Captain Rex and ARC Trooper Fives had told me of the loss of Echo -- my vod and one of my closest friends in the galaxy. My thoughts kept returning to why I hadn't sensed it. Why hadn't I felt him join the Force? Between the waves of crushing grief I felt something keep bringing me back to that thought.

The dreams were worse than all of it, though.

Inky blackness always seemed to surround me, hiding everything from view. A voice called my name, but it was faint. So far away I doubted I'd truly heard it at all.

More than once I found myself waking to the sound of panicked screams and a metal door slamming shut. It felt too real, too close. My racing heart and labored breathing sending me into a panic that would last until my medic would inevitably sedate me again.

Not my finest or most dignified hour.

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The dreams had eventually faded away and I returned to my duties without incident, but occasionally my thoughts drifted back to them again. I'd shake the reminder from my thoughts and carry on, because I wasn't sure what else to do.

A night came where that same inky haze drifted at the edges of my dreams again and I listened. I waited.

I heard my name being called again from far away, but this time I searched for its source. I ran until there was nowhere left and found myself before a metal door. A glass porthole at its center frosted over with ice. I knew a crude cyrochamber when I saw one and felt fear tangle itself like vines in my chest.

I couldn't see anything in the chamber, but I could hear something from within its frigid recess.

CT-1409, CT-1409, CT-1409...

My breath caught in my chest and I couldn't believe what I'd heard.

"E-Echo?" I dared to ask and the repetition ceased.

"Ry? No. You aren't real." he spoke lowly, his voice like gravel and he sounded so tired it made my chest ache bitterly.

"I am real, Echo. Tell me where you are! Let me help you!"

"You can't help me now. Just go. Before they take you too."

I wanted to ask what he meant, but a door slammed behind me just as the repetition of his CT number began again.

I was pulled away from the chamber. Not by Echo. The Force. I was dropped back into my own body and mind unceremoniously and the shock of the feeling sent me toppling from my bed and onto the cold durasteel floor.

I scrambled for the private comm Rex had given me after we'd lost Echo.

"Just in case..." He'd told me quietly, but the meaning wasn't at all lost on me.

In case I needed to talk. In case I needed a friend. Just... in case.

I pressed the button and watched as its light flashed while it connected. I tried with all I had to steady my breathing and my heart that felt like it might jump from my body and run for it at any moment, but it was no use.

"General? It's late. Is everything okay?"

I could hear the concern in his voice, as evident as the fear in mine was no doubt about to be.

"No, Captain. I need you to listen to me. I know what I'm about to say is going to sound completely insane, but I need you to trust me. Can you do that?"

It only took a moment for him to agree and then I let everything I saw and heard spill out of me. He was silent as he listened and when I finished that same silence took over.

"If you find any intel that may lead to Echo I need to you to chase it. I need you to promise me this, Rex." I told him and tried to put any amount of strength I had into those words.

"I will, Rylesha. I promise."

I thanked him and let myself fall back against the side of the bed with a heaving sigh. I'd done what the Force asked and relayed the message to one of the only people I trusted enough to follow through on his promise.

All I could do from that point was trust and wait.

Thank you so much for reading! Please be kind as this is the very first of my writing I'm sharing with the Tumblr-verse!

Tagging: @crosshairs-dumb-pimp-gf and @just-here-with-my-thoughts (because I'm sure you'll be interested lol)

If you'd like to be tagged in the future, please let me know!

[starburstbubbleswitch]

Weeeeelll here it is. The cringiest ficlet ever. 😅😅😅 Don't hate me y'all I can't write for anything but I'm putting myself out there. Again if ya don't like it please don't interact or comment because I'm a sensitive switch lol. Though advice I will take so long as ya aren't a jerk. ANYHOO, this is part of my AU fic that I wrote before actually starting the fic itself. It's Fast and Furious. Okay have a it it. If this is received well I may start writing and posting more from other fandoms.

"DOOOOOOOM!" I hollered, scrambling up the porch steps and into the kitchen. I was checking over my shoulder so much that I smacked right into the person I was searching for and almost bounced right off him but he steadied me with a confused grin.

"What're you runnin from?" He questioned. I was about to answer before I was cut off by a yell from Brian.

"Dom isn't gonna save you Jolene Cameron!" He hollered, pounding up the porch steps with Han hot on his heels.

"Hide me!" I whisper-yelled,ducking behind Dom and doing my best to stifle my giggles.

"What'd you d-" Dom started but stopped himself, biting his lip to keep from laughing as his answer came in the form of Brian and Han thundering into the kitchen, both looking slightly damp.

"Where is she?" Han demanded, trying his hardest to look mad but was struggling to keep the smile off his face; Brian on the other hand was outright grinning wickedly.

"What'd she do?" Dom asked, looking honestly curious but I could feel the slight vibration coming from him holding back laughter.

"Little punk blasted us with the hohose!" Brian laughed,gesturing to his soggy clothes.

Dom couldn't help but let a few snickers slip as he looked between the two men .

"Gotcha... and uh..what do you plan to do to the lil brat once you do catch her?" Dom questioned, gesturing behind himself with a tilt of his head, unbeknownst to me.

"Oh y'know...." Brian trailed off, smiling wider as Dom stepped to the side to reveal me, smiling sheepishly and red as a strawberry.

"Just tickle the hell outta her" he growled and lunged for me. With a squeal I ducked past both of them and made a beeline for my room. I got as far as the living room before I was snatched up and flopped to the couch by Han. I didn't have time to think before I was wrangled and laid out across Han's lap with my arms trapped under Brian's legs. I giggled nervously and looked to Dom with a pleading stare, he just shook his head in return.

"Is it too late to say I'm sorry?" I squeak in a last ditch effort to save myself from my inevitable doom. The answer I received was 10 fingers skittering over my belly and wiggling into my bellybutton while the other 10 conniving digits set to work drilling thumbs into the center of my underarms while the rest spidered around the surrounding skin.

"NAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOM H-HEHEHELP!" I cackled, trying my hardest to sit up only to slam back down with a dull thwack. Dom slowly sauntered over from his spot by the archway, coming to kneel in front of the three of us, reaching up to slowly roll up my T-shirt.

"My pleasure" he grinned, leaning up to plant a long, loud raspberry right over my bellybutton. My back arched as a shriek ripped through my throat, slamming myself back down again and wriggling around in a squeaky giggle fit.

"DOHOHOM!" I squealed.

"Wow, bad spot much?" Han snickered.

"Third worst actually. Second is her feet and number 1 bad spot is a toss up between her hips and her neck." Brian explained matter-of-factly.

"SHUHUT UP BRIHIHIAN!" I screeched. I couldn't believe that he literally just spouted out my weak spots like I wasn't even there! Like excuse me?! Rude!

Han glanced between Dom,Brian and I, a devious grin spreading across his face.

"Soooo..what happens if we tickle all of the spots at once?" He asked. The other two street racers seemed to consider this for a bit with growing sly grins of their own. As I laid there shocked and growing more and more nervous by the second, Dom ceased the raspberry assault to reply.

"Why don't we find out?"

My eyes shot wide as I squirmed around, tugging on my arms and whining helplessly.

"Why are y'ahall trying toho kill mehe?!"

"Yohou're not gohonna die" Brian chuckled, poking around my belly before pinching my cheek.

"Also you sprayed us with the hose little lady, revenge was bound to find you the second you picked up said hose." Han smiled, spidering his fingers up my foot. I kicked my legs as a giggle fit overtook me once again; tugging at them and trying desperately to free them only to have Han tighten his grip and toss a leg across my ankles.

"You ready?" Dom asked, a wicked grin etched across his face. I shook my head but closed my eyes and braced myself for my imminent undoing.

Nothing happened..until I opened my eyes to see why they were waiting, soon realizing they were waiting for me to let my guard down. The moment I cracked open an eye to see what was going on they pounced. Han was scritching both hands up and down my feet rapidly, pulling back my toes to scribbles under them and sporadically squeezing up and down my hips. Dom took to alternating between spidering fingers over my belly and wiggling a finger into my belly button and blowing raspberries on every inch of my torso. Brian decided on tracing nonsensical patterns on one side of my neck and blowing tiny raspberries on the other when I scrunched up my shoulders to protect the opposite side.

I screamed and cackled, fighting as much as my current position would allow, but it was no use. They were stronger than me by far and with all of my worst spots being attacked at once, it drained my energy fairly quickly. Not a minute after they started my laughter went silent, causing the boys to slow down and start backing off, all except for Dom.

He slowed down but didn't back off, lazily doodling patterns around my belly.

"I think you should apologize to Brian and Han." He intoned.

"Ihihit was juhuhust a lihihittle prank!" I exclaimed through my giggles.

Dom raised an eyebrow at me, half of a smirk playing at his lips as he scratched at my ribs just below my underarms.

"JC cmon now, tell them you're sorry."

I jumped and giggled harder, stuttering out an

"Ihihim s-sohohorry!" as I pulled at my arms.

Dom stopped and signaled Brian and Han to let go of me, pulling me into his lap.

"I think there's something else you oughta tell them too." He whispered loudly to me, obviously loud enough for Han and Brian to hear as their faces soon wore matching confused and curious looks. I looked up at Dom then back at Brian and Han, biting my lip.

"You can trust them sweetheart; they're probably gonna figure it out eventually, if they haven't already." He pointed out, wrapping his arms around me. I looked up at Han and Brian shyly, then looked down at my hands as I mumbled out what Dom wanted me to tell them. "I don't think they heard you" Dom teased. I looked between the 3 of them, took a deep breath and repeated a bit louder.

"I..I like..oh for Pete sake... I like being tickled okay?!" I blurted out the last bit, my cheeks turning bright pink as I hid my face in my hands. There was silence, nobody said a word. Peeking out from between my fingers to see if they were shocked or thought I was odd, I instead draw in a small gasp as I see evil smiles plastered on their faces. Dom stood, picking me up bridal style and plopped me between the two of them.

"I'm gonna get dinner started, don't break her." He smirked and sauntered off into the kitchen.

After watching him leave I turn back to the boys with a nervous grin before pulling my shirt's hood over my head and hiding behind a curtain of hair.

"Relax Jace, we're done for now." Brian chuckled, patting my knee and squeezing, causing me to kick out with a squeak. "Sohorry now we're done." He teased.

"How come you never told us?" Han asked, readjusting to sit facing me. I shrugged, looking at my hands.

"Were you that embarrassed?" Brian questioned. I shook my head.

" I thought you would've thought I was weird, or took it the wrong way." I said softly. I jumped slightly when I was attacked with hugs from both sides.

"It's not weird at all" Brian assured me."It's actually really adorable."

"Super adorable." Han agreed, pulling me over and plopping me in his lap and blowing tiny raspberries on my neck. I squealed and scrunched my shoulders but made no real attempt to escape.He stopped after a few seconds to whisper in my ear

"You're not the only one who enjoys it."

I was still giggling but my face switched to one of shock. My head whipped between both of them with an incredulous look.

"You mean to tell me you knuckleheads like being tickled too and y'all never told me?! Ya let me sit here and think it was just me?!" I whisper-yelled.

"We just didn't want Dom to hear, cuz y'know.. that'd be information we'd regret him knowing real quick." Brian admitted,laughing nervously before reaching out to scratch under my knee for just a minute, earning him another bout of giggles.

"Mahahakes sense." I squeaked out. After I managed to calm down and regain proper thought I shuddered at the thought of what he'd do to them. He was a bit ruthless with me and I was a great deal smaller and younger, I could only imagine what he'd be like if he were to "pick on someone his own size". "Your secret is safe with me boys."

After a bit we decided to settle down and watch Big Hero 6 unti dinner was ready. I laid snuggled between Han and Brian,Han playing with my hair and Brian tickling my feet every so often.

"If only you guys knew that he was the same as us too." I thought to myself. After dinner we went back out to finish the half washed cars that were abandoned earlier due to my shenanigans. Chilling on the porch afterwards, I laid out on the floor in front of the boys. I knew I was gonna start a war I couldn't finish when I poked the socked foot in front of me. Dom tensed but didn't react otherwise, sending me a slight death glare as I smiled sweetly. I wiggled my finger under his foot again more intensely,almost breaking the dam. Snatching his foot back and covering the escaping giggle with a cough he stands up and scoops me off the ground.

"Hey guys I'm gonna steal JC for a bit I just remembered something I needed her help with." Dom said as he carted me off to my bedroom, tossing me on the bed like a sack of potatoes and shutting the door.

"You're in trouble Jojo, big trouble." Dom growled,slowly turning to face me with an evil look plastered on his face. I gulped, he only called me Jojo when it was just us and I royally screwed up; in the fun little-sister-messing-with-big-brother kind of way. I didn't know where to run to so I made a dive off the bed, trying to see if I could miraculously get out the door...that backfired. HORRIBLY.

"Oh no you don't you little troublemaker!" Dom growled again, laughing evilly before blowing a raspberry on my neck. I squealed and kicked my legs, kicking Dom's arm slightly. He tossed me back onto the bed and sat down next to me, pinning my arms above my head.

"Now, do you know why you're in trouble?" Dom asked. I pretended to think then shrugged with a smirk. He brought one hand down and started circling my belly in the air, closing the circle slowly with each pass.

"Trying to out me in front of Brian and Han?" he play glared " Don't think I don't know what you were trying to do there JC,trust me they may find out eventually, but they're still gonna come after you before they even contemplate coming after me." He said, punctuating by spidering his fingers around my belly button. I squealed and managed to pull my feet up, gently but forcibly pushing on Dom's chest to get his hand off my belly. He in turn grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer, attempting to start tickling me again but jumped when I managed to tweak his side. He gave me a wide eyed look and I mimicked him as we both dove for each other, both of us tickling every and any inch of skin we could reach. We fought for the upper hand for a bit before I managed to, with immense luck,sit on Dom's hips and pin his hands with my knees.

"Now YOU'RE in trouble Dom." I giggled maniacally. Dom had a cocky look on his face but his eyes betrayed him with a nervousness and a hint of excitement.

"We both know I can outlast you." Dom sneered. I knew he was baiting me. His smug grin faltered when my fingers started twitching at his ribs, climbing ever so slowly and sporadically toward his underarms. He bit his lip and clenched his jaw, trying hard to remain unfazed but shaking slightly and breath getting a bit ragged.

"C'mon now Dom, don't hold out on me." I teased. He gritted his teeth and glared at me. "I could always call for the boys." I singsonged, eyeing the door.

"D-Dohon't" he stammered, trying to choke back the laugh that wanted to escape.

"Then just let out those laughs big brother, you know you want toooo." I laughed. His lips twitched upwards at the corners,a smile slowly making its way onto his face, then bit by bit he started breaking. He was being too stubborn for my patience so I attacked, digging into his stomach full force. That broke the dam real quick and he started cackling and trying to throw me off of him.

"JahahahahayCehehe yohohou are sohoho dehehead!" He laughed out.

"Oh? Am I now? I don't feel dead" I paused for a second, pretending to check my pulse.

"Nope not even a little." I shrugged and went for his underarms. Dom yanked his arms free and flipped us off the bed with a loud THUD. By the time I had come to my senses Dom was staring down at me with a predatory grin.

"N-now Dom...." I started.

"Yes?" He questioned. I couldn't come up with anything to save me. Thankfully Brian had come up to let us know Sean was here.

"Get into trouble again Jace?" Brian grinned. I stuck my tongue out at him as Dom helped me up.

"I'll getcha later" Dom whispered, giving my ribs a final squeeze. I took off down the stairs and almost ran right into Sean.

"Easy darlin', where's the fire?" Sean laughed, giving me a side hug.

"No fire. Nice to see ya again Boswell" I giggled nervously, tucking a wild strand of purple behind my ear.

"Nah she's just runnin cuz Dom-" I cut Brian off, smacking my hand over his mouth. Sean gave me an odd look and lopsided grin before turning to Dom who had joined us.

"Hey Dom, I brought that car you wanted. If ya wanna go take a look at it, make sure it passes Toretto standards." Sean explained.

"Yeah sounds good." Dom nodded as they headed out to the garage. I pulled my hand off Brian's mouth and went to watch them out the window.

"Why'd you cover my mouth?" Brian asked. I turned to him, beet red.

"I don't need Sean knowing, okay?" I said, trying to play it cool.

"Why not? He's not judgy." Brian questioned again, then got a knowing smile on his face when I started blushing.

"Awwww does JC have a crush?" He teased. I turned and went to sit on the porch, blushing furiously. I did have a crush on Sean, a big one. He was so sweet and funny and he didn't treat me like a kid. He always made sure I was included in discussions and whatnot like the rest of the adults, even though the others made it seem like I was 12 instead of 18. I may have been the youngest but I was old enough to know things, dammit. Brian and Han came to sit with me on the porch after a bit, Brian pulling me into his lap and hugging me.

"I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I just thought it was cute." Brian apologized; I didn't respond. "Forgive me?" Brian asked.

"Maybe." I said, trying to hide my smile as Brian gave me puppy eyes. I didn't look at him, instead I snuck my hands behind my back and started spridering my fingers up and down his belly, pinching at his sides. He hugged me closer and buried his face in my shoulder, trying to hide his intense giggles. They got squeakier when Han poked his side here and there, acting as casual as possible.

"Whats so funny?" Sean asked coming up to the porch.

"N-Nohohothing" Brian attempted to answer normally but failed miserably. I smiled evilly before Han gave me a playful look causing my smile to falter.

"Brian just embarrassed JC so she's getting him back for it." He explained,smugly.

"How'd he embarrass her?" Dom asked, knowing exactly what Han was talking about. Oh no...i know that look..he wouldn't would he? Han wouldn't tell-

"He figured out that she likes Sean."

Apparently he would. Sean turned to me ready to respond but I had already sprung up off of Brian and raced inside and upstairs before anything else could be said; climbing out my bedroom window to the roof. How could Han rat me out like that?! I knew how.... he knew I wouldn't be mad at him for long because I wanted Sean to know I liked him.. but didn't know how to tell him. I'd been trying for months to build the courage. Plus I didn't think Sean would feel that way about me.

The window opened next to me after a few minutes and Sean poked his head out.

"Cool if I join you?" He asked. I gestured to the space next to me and pulled my knees to my chest resting my forehead on them. I couldn't look at him, I felt so embarrassed but yet so relieved that he finally knew. We sat in silence for a bit before Sean broke it.

"So how come you ran off JC?" He asked.

"Because I was embarrassed that you found out I have a crush on you." I grumbled, never picking my head up.

"Why?"

"Because I just..I..." I sighed exasperated.

"I like you.. a lot Sean... but I didn't think you'd like me back so I didn't tell you. I didn't wanna lose a friend because of some dumb crush." Sean nodded then repositioned himself to face me.

"First of all, no matter what happens you won't lose me, I'll always be there for you.

Second of all, who said your crush was dumb?" That got my attention. Sean scooted closer and put his arm around me.

"I like you JC...a lot actually. I didn't know when the right time to tell you was but I guess ya beat me to the punch" He laughed.

"So now I gotta ask...." He cleared his throat and snatched my hand up.

"Will you be my girlfriend JC?" He asked, a hopeful look and and a lopsided grin painted his face.

"Are you serious?!" I squeaked.

"100% serious." He laughed. I nodded quickly.

"I'd love to!" I squealed and jumped him with a hug. When we let go he had an evil smirk on his face. "What's with the look?" I grin nervously, scooting back as discreetly as I could.

"Dom told me why you covered up Brian's mouth earlier." I gulped, backing up slowly with a nervous grin.

"This is gonna be a never ending battle" I thought to myself as I dove back through the window, Sean hot on my heels. Oh well! I wouldn't trade it for anything.

[gendervapor14]

gendervapor's 2023 Fanfiction Review ✍

i saw @chromatic-lamina put something like this together and thought it was really cool!! a lot of artists do year-in-reviews, (myself included) but i haven't seen anything for fanfiction yet. so i decided to give this a go! template is from here!! i'll throw a "read more" at the bottom with links to these fics, ratings, and warnings, if applicable. i'm pretty shocked i was able to write at least one fic a month! for some months, i had a bit of an internal conflict deciding which fics to advertise 😅 hopefully i captured a good range!

01746 ~ M, canon compliant, check tags for warnings

how to bed your captain ~ T, canon compliant

all bark and no bite ~ T, modern AU

doflaminBROS week 2023 ficlet collection ~ T, canon compliant

last trip to the county fair ~ gen, modern AU

façade ~ T, canon compliant, check tags for warnings

life of a paper shredder ~ gen, canon compliant

the duties of a pool boy ~ M, modern AU, check tags for warnings

let me kill your demons ~ M, canon compliant, check tags for warnings

words cut deeper ~ gen, canon compliant

heavy-handed ~ T, canon compliant, check tags for warnings

speechless ~ E, modern AU

i was busy this year, huh? i'll put some 2023 stats on display, too!

this is just, insane to me!! i could have NEVER expected this much support!! it's downright absurd. it's not like i'm writing very popular ships or concepts (aside from the donquixote bros, they're somewhat popular to my knowledge) BUT STILL. ya'll have always been so sweet and helpful and just, so supportive. i could never have imagined i'd be this into a fandom for so long, and i think part of the reason is because of the love in this community. i've noticed my writing improving drastically! so thank you. thank all of you. thank you kudos-givers and commenters and mutuals and followers. thank you guests and lurkers and all the folks who opened my fics in a new tab to save 'em for later. i'm giving you all a hug and a treat of your choice. i couldn't have created this much beautiful work without your love ♥♥♥

looking forward to creating even more in the new year!! 💖

[cloudwisp]

Pt. 3 of selfship questions with Syel !! ꒰ •ᴗ•｡꒱ <333

1.) What's an aesthetic that fits your relationship with Sylus (with pics pls!)

2.) What’s your favorite fiction or fanfic genre to write/draw/imagine your self ship in? What fictional trope does your ship fall into? 

3.) Is there a quote that describes your self ship? 

4.) Has anything you’ve seen in other media or headcanons inspired aspects of your ship?

5.) What is something Sylus says/does/wears that makes you flustered? and vice versa :3

6.) When did you realize you were in love with Sylus? and vise-versa :3

7.) How do both of you keep the spark in your relationship going? What do you do for each other that no other person can?

8.) How alike are the both of you? How different are you? How do these things affect your dynamic?

9.) How do you comfort each other in times of sadness or anguish? How do you heal each other?

10.) Who is the more vulnerable of the two? Who is the more closed off one? How did you gain each other’s trust?

+ bonus questions !!

How would your baby showers look like? (Or a gender reveal party?)

What would your children look like? And how many would there be? What are their names?

What were you and Sylus for Halloween this year? And what did you both celebrate it?

Do you have any Sylus or Love and Deepspace merch atm? :3

I apologize if these are too many questions this time（>﹏<）I was in a curious mood but feel free to answer a few of these!! Toodlessss ~ !! (*ˊᗜˋ*)/

- 🌧 (anon)

I apologize for answering this so late 🌧 nonnie, but it's finally here!! Thank you so much for spoiling me with your questions once again, I had lots of fun crafting almost 1k words of Syel lore!! I almost can't believe I wrote that much omg. But I think I'm quite happy with our backstory and how we came to be <33

What's an aesthetic that fits your relationship with Sylus (with pics pls!)

What’s your favorite fiction or fanfic genre to write/draw/imagine your self ship in? What fictional trope does your ship fall into?

I love writing fluff/romance genre and some of the ficlets I have up for him are a teensy bit self-ship coded. I knew his myth & lore was going to hurt me deeply so I simply wanted to give him all the love he never received. As for fictional trope—Syel falls under strangers to lovers with a hint of slow burn (also turned exes back to lovers, but very briefly early on!! I may or may not have something for this in the drafts… heh).

Has anything you’ve seen in other media or headcanons inspired aspects of your ship?

A while back when I was more active in the JJK fandom, I wrote a little bit about civilian!reader x sorcerer!gojo on another blog and when deciding what kind of AU I wanted for Syel—I liked that concept the most for us. Where he’s still Onychinus leader and I’m a normal civilian and how our two different worlds would mix and mingle.

What is something Sylus says/does/wears that makes you flustered? and vice versa :3

(Suggestive warning‼️) Sylus loves seeing me in nightgowns, and he makes sure I know it through his wandering gaze, his hand reaching out to me and pulling me down onto his lap, and even coping a feel through the smooth silk fabric while he asserts if I came to him looking to make trouble. He gets intrigued by the fact I’m not wearing panties with my nightgown. Adding on that I must have planned for this, haven’t I?

As for me, he gets me feeling so shy when he has me tell him exactly what my desires are when it’s already implied. He knows what I need from him but he wants to hear me say it and use my words. He can’t help teasing me even if that means I’ll get a little bratty with him (which was his intention anyway).

When did you realize you were in love with Sylus? and vise-versa :3

I realized that I was in love with Sylus when I caught myself staring at him and couldn't help smiling to myself because he seemed to grasp at every opportunity to express his devotion to me. And this probably hit me when he was cleaning and bandaging a small cut on my finger since I’m accident-prone. I recall our time together and he paid attention to the things that were important to me, made me feel so safe that I felt comfortable coming to him for anything and nothing would seem silly to him. And he always left no room for doubts in everything that he did for me.

Sylus realized that he was in love with me the first night I spent at his place. With me sleeping soundly beside him, something shifts within him like I was what’s been missing from his life this entire time. He’s warmed by the thought that I’m just within a hand's reach from him, that I trusted him enough to be in my most vulnerable state, and he feels a rising affection toward me leading him to gently trace his fingers along my back and press his lips against my head. From that moment onwards, he decided that he didn’t want a future without me in it.

How do both of you keep the spark in your relationship going?

We never take each other for granted and always make sure to show our appreciation. The playfulness and attraction are never lost because we like to tease and flirt with each other tons even in the comfort of our own home—keeping it fun, finding every excuse to be close, coming together for all kinds of kisses wherever we are.

How do you comfort each other in times of sadness or anguish? How do you heal each other?

By being there for each other and holding each other in our arms. Sometimes no words are exchanged, like an unspoken understanding that we know something is wrong but not quite ready to talk about it yet. So we comfort one another the best we can, seeking the other’s warmth and familiar touch and usually that alone is enough to lift the sorrows or anguish. And shortly after, we quietly talk about what brought on such turmoil because we don’t make it a habit to keep anything from each other.

Who is the more vulnerable of the two? Who is the more closed-off one? How did you gain each other’s trust?

Sylus is the more vulnerable one in the sense when we first started dating I had no idea he was Onychinus leader and what that means. He has yet to tell me about it and typically dances around half-truths about his life when we're still getting to know each other better. But he was planning on telling me, he was just afraid of how I’d respond so he held it off as long as possible. I eventually found out one way or another, and I suppose I knew he was too good to be true so that resulted in me becoming closed-off and even ending things with him. But of course, he eventually wins me back and he promises to tell me everything that I wish to know about him and the organizations, even his past deeds.

bonus questions !!

How would your baby showers look like? (Or a gender reveal party?)

We have private gender reveals, and we usually have a beautiful cake and the selected color in the center of the layers to slice into. Our first one took place outdoors since it was such a lovely day so I thought a picnic under the gazebo would’ve been perfect for the occasion—and it was when we saw crumbs of pink.

What would your children look like? And how many would there be? What are their names?

Names are so difficult to come up with I can’t come up with ones that’d feel suitable at the moment but I shall revisit this question once I do!! I think me and Sylus would have three children, four at most—a daughter with his color palette, a son with my color palette, and another daughter who’s the perfect blend of us. Perhaps the fourth one could be a carbon copy of him.

What were you and Sylus for Halloween this year? And what did you both celebrate it?

I dressed up as cupid and Sylus was my target with red arrows, hearts and kiss marks decorated all over him. We spent Halloween passing out candies at one of our homes outside the N109 zone where it’s much safer for little trick-or-treaters to go around the streets.

Do you have any Sylus or Love and Deepspace merch atm? :3

I don’t own any Sylus or lads merch yet—such a shame, really!! I’d honestly love to have a Sylus plushie someday. I should look into what’s available for purchase and go from there hehe.