#hes small but hes therrre

[mothscotch]

something something rainbows

[i-cant-sing]

What about platonic yandere Dracula and his child who is very affectionate towards him? Basically his shadow, he has to watch his steps so he doesn't step on his small daughter since she's always following him quietly

You are a very small child, and mischievous one too! But that's only what mama Lisa thinks. Daddy Dracula? Oh he wholeheartedly believes that you're an angel and that it's just everyone else around that peer pressures you to be naughty.

If it weren't for your small mischievous giggles, Dracula would've stepped on you a couple of times. You liked to sneak up on him, follow him everywhere he goes even though your parents don't allow you to leave the castle farther than the garden, but you always manage to hide in his big cloak and would go undetected of it weren't for Lisa grabbing you.

The few times that you did go out with Dracula, he would still hide you in his cloak and have a tight grip on you so that you don't wander off. He doesn't want anyone to know about your existence because you're too pretty, cute- you're the perfect child, and the universe is set on destroying perfection.

But of course, one of these times you managed to slip away from Dracula and he had a wholeass heart attack for like 5 minutes before he found you in a pub, standing on the bartop as you danced to some music and everyone at the pub was laughing at your silly moves. Dracula uses his super speed and grabs you and leaves the pub, starts scolding you for wandering off in the dark alley. And as you whine in his arms to be let go, a certain someone calls out from behind-

"Hey! Let that kid go, you creep!"

And low and behold, its Trevor Belmont. A drunk Trevor Belmont, but still.

Your eyes light up. "Trevy!"

"Hey kid." He smiles before taking a fighting stance. "Now you mister, let the kid go."

Dracula narrows his eyes at him. "She's my daughter."

"Yeah and I'm her mother." He scoffs, not seeing any resemblance between you and the man. "You're a vampire, aren't you? So let the human go or Ill march over there and you dont want me marching over therrre. " He slurred.

"She is literally my child with my hunan wife-" but Dracula is cut off by Trevor swinging at him and you gasping.

"Dad! Are you okay?" Wait dad? Now Trevor looks confused but he doesn't have much time to ponder over it when suddenly Dracula smacks him across the face so hard that Trevor falls unconscious, the vampire mumbling something about him being alive because his kid is there.

And you? Dracula takes you home immediately where both of your parents give you a lecture and ground you for a few years.

Oh well. Your sentence can be reduced by some tears and a little pouting. And if your new friend Trevor doesn't come marching in to "save you" from your family.

[kallystah]

~~~ Hot morning ~~~ Shanks x reader

- Shankssssss... lengthened the young woman. Get out of therrre.. she added.

- Mhm.

The only answer she had to her groans for over twenty minutes was a simple "mhmh". And that fed her. Indeed, she had been locked under the heavy and muscular body of her captain for a little while now. Of course, all of this was intentional. Well half, and there was an explanation behind it all.

Like every other day, she had gone to her own split cabin with the only three other girls in the crew. But it was only a place where she stored her things, so she had put on her nightie and left. The real place where she slept every night was the captain's room. Also knew as her boyfriend.

And yesterday, she was just going to sleep with him as usual. And like every morning when she woke up before him, he blocked her all along with his body.

Having his arm wrapped around her chest, then her torso resting against the woman's more frail one. There was also his right leg which was going up on his body. Clearly, she was his pillow.

- Nah but seriously. I have work to do. I'll let you know that you put me on watch from nine o'clock. So in ten minutes.

- But we are good here.

- Ah, you finally deign to answer me. Go move from there you crush me. She said, stirring.

- You're loud this morning. It was better last night when you were just screaming my name.

- Shank! She said all red by his words. She would never get used to it as he liked to tease her about it.

- Ah, there you go ! But not this intonation Y/n... Do you want me to show you the correct one? He said, rising from the body of the young woman.

An idea tilted in the mind of the woman. I mean, from the devil.

- You mean like this? Shanks... She whispered in exactly the same way he expected.

Thanks to that, the handsome captain was wide awake, although his pupils were dilated and wandering, as if they were imagining... special things.

- There you have it. Say it again to see.

So she did it again at the same time as her lover's body rose completely to let his hands wander gently over his wife's body. Running his rough but delicate fingers over her beautiful curves, tickling her a bit.

- Shank...

- Hush... Let's do this much more slowly than last night.

- You're just completely knackered, she mocked.

- Do not underestimate me ! For the trouble, I don't give delicacy to mean girls.

- Because you know several?

- You know very well that you are the only one Y/n. He said looking her straight in the eyes with his serious, yet loving face.

While he continued to draw circles, hearts, and other imaginary figures going from his belly to his thighs, the woman got up -finally- and put her mouth to his ear, in order to whisper a few words to him.

- Shanks, don't you want to finish all your caresses a little faster? I'm fed up. She weakly whispered the words to him, fully confident in her ability to warm him up.

- Madame is in a hurry, I see.

After this last sentence, he took his hand to touch the vague open shirt she wore. Finally it was the shirt of the man that she had quickly put on before falling asleep. Then he places his hands on either side of the young woman's head before finally kissing her.

One round.

Two rounds.

Three rounds.

She was going to suffocate, he knew how to take his time, this pirate. But basically it was her who wanted to make him regret! Deciding to achieve her primary goal, she slowly raised her knees between her man's legs, so as to calmly touch him. She even heard a gasp of surprise in the kiss.

Feeling that she had finally managed to wake him up properly and warm him up, she turned him over so that she was on top of him, then threw the nearest pillow in his face.

After that she got up at top speed and got out of the room as fast as she could, she still heard him moaning from his bed. But she wouldn't do anything. This small revenge was to solve his morning problem alone like the great and amazing captain he was.

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- Someone know where is Y/n ?

- She hides from the captain.

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sorry for spelling mistake, hope you enjoy reading

[lifeisntafantasy]

Drunk Emo

Summary: Roman says something really mean to Virgil, and Virgil and up drinking to not think about it, which leads to Logan taking care of him.

Tw: Alcohol, shouting, self deprecation (nothing too bad) ((it ends with cuddles))

3rd person p.o.v.

Virgil and Roman just got done arguing, as usual, and Roman said something worse than usual that went something like, "You're just holding Thomas back in life!! You aren't helpful!! No one likes you!! You're just a dark side!!"

See, Virgil already thought this, but it hurt worse hearing someone say it. So he responded with, "I know this already. Come on, Prince, I thought you were creative." He kept a blank face as he sunk into his room but you could see how hurt he was. As he popped up in his room he flopped on his floor cried. He  summoned a bottle of whiskey and drank like.. half of it already.

The other sides and Thomas witnessed this argument and, while Roman got shouted at by Patton, Logan went to check on Virgil. He had been hanging out with Virgil a lot more recently and Virgil once accidently let slip that he already thought he was useless so Logan knew how badly this had affected him. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't grown to develope a crush on the angsty side.

So when Logan walked into Virgil's room he was surprised to see him.. giggling? Logan blinked a few times and then stared at Virgil. Virgil never giggles.. He looked around a bit before looking at Virgil again and he saw Virgil drinking an almost empty bottle of whiskey. Logan rushed over to Virgil and pulled the bottle away.

Virgil pouted adorably, "Heeeyy, I wass dr *hicc* drinkinnng thhhat." His words were already slurred. Well, it makes sense since he drank drank almost a full bottle of whiskey.

"Virgil, why did you drink almost all of this?" Logan lifted the almost empty bottle above his head as Virgil stood up to get the bottle. Good thing Virgil was drunk and short.

"I *hicc* waaanted tooo have funn. Everrryone alwaays telllling mee to looosen uup.." Virgil pouted as he stumbled over to his bed. He laid there for a minute, staring at his ceiling. Then he shot up on his bed. He put his arms up, as if to balance himself, then he looked at Logan, "Heyyy Looogiie." It seemed as if this was the first time he noticed Logan.

Logan blushed at the nickname. Sure, Patton calls him Logie or Lo all the time, but this was Virgil, "That's my name."

Virgil smiled and got off his bed. He stumbled over to Logan and almost collapsed on him, making Logan catch him, "You'rree *hicc* cuute." Virgil smiled as he pecked Logan's cheek and Logan blushed.

Logan sighed as he brought Virgil to the bed, "Stay here. I am going to get you some food."

Virgil shook his head, "Nooo, I wannaaa *hicc* staaay withhh youu. Beesideess, I-I'mmm too ffat anywaays. I dooon't need fffood." Virgil giggled and Logan sighed.

"Virgil, you are not fat. You need to stay here so I can get you food." Logan went to walk out the room but Virgil grabbed the back of his shirt.

"D-Don't *hicc* leeave mee. They're g-gonnna get meee." Virgil looked around, as if scared. Logan looked at the drunk trait, confused but he didn't push. Logan grabbed Virgil's hand and blushed more.

"Come on. We need to get to the kitchen." He pulled Virgil off the bed and Virgil giggled.

"Giive me a riiide." Virgil pulled his hand and away from Logan's and jumped on the latter's back. Logan stumbled a bit but not much. He was confused as to why Virgil weighed so little, but he'd question him when Virgil was sober. Logan sighed as he started walking. Virgil giggled and pushed his face in Logan's neck. Logan laughed a bit and blushed.

"V-Virge, please remove your head from my neck." Virgil just giggled more and shook his head. Logan sighed as they got to the kitchen. He set Virgil on the counter and looked around for something Virgil could eat. After a few minutes he found some left over pizza in the fridge and turned to look at Virgil. When he looked at the emo, he saw a blush on his face and a dreamy look. "Virge, are you okay?" Virgil snapped out of his haze and giggled.

"'M praaactically perrfect in evveery way. Juust dayy-dreeaaminn'." Virgil giggled more.

"What were you thinking about?" Logan asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.

"Juust howw muuuch I *hicc* liike youuu." Logan blushed but shook his head.

"Virgil, you're drunk, " Logan turned to heat up the cold pizza. When he looked at Virgil, he saw the other trait close to crying. "What's wrong?"

"A-Am I nott goood enouugh? I *hicc* liiike youuu and youuu're juust blaaming iiit on me beinggg druunk. Beeesides, I'm noot aas thiink as youu druunk I amm." Virgil giggled, not even close to crying anymore.

Logan rolled his eyes fondly at the reference. He turned back to the food once the microwave beeped. He took the pizza out of the microwave and turned around. He almost dropped the plate when he saw Virgil standing right in front of him.

Virgil giggled again and booped Logan's nose, "Boooooop!" Virgil shouted and walked away. Logan blushed a bit and went to Virgil, picking him up bridal style, and bringing him to his room. When he got to the purple and black door, Virgil started to squirm in Logan's hands. "N-Noo *hicc* nooot therrre!" Logan took a step away from the room and Virgil stopped moving. Logan was confused so he took a step towards the door and Virgil started to squirm again, "Stoooop!!"

Logan sighed and started to walk towards his own room. His mind was racing with so many questions he had to ask Virgil when he was sober. He looked at Virgil in his arms and smiled a bit; Virgil was starting to fall asleep. When he got to his room, he opened the door quietly and went over to his bed. He placed Virgil on the bed and went to walk away. Then he felt a hand grab his and he turned to face Virgil.

"Stay *hicc* ...pleaaase?" Virgil's words were still slurred but from being drunk or being tired, Logan couldn't tell. Logan sighed as Virgil scooted over and pouted up at him. He couldn't say no so he laid down next to Virgil. Virgil smiled as he pecked Logan's lips and cuddled into him, "Looove ya, Lo.." He yawned and fell asleep.

Logan blushed as he took his glasses off and placed them on his bedside table. He conjured some pain killers on his bedside table for when Virgil woke up in the morning. He hugged Virgil and drifted off to sleep, "I love you, too, Virgil."

*next morning*

Virgil woke up the next morning with a massive headache. He felt he was cuddled into something warm so he cuddle into it more. He heard the something, or someone, chuckle softly. Even that small noise made Virgil's head hurt worse and he groaned softly as he pulled away from the person. He opened his eyes and saw it was Logan and he blushed.

Logan reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the water and pain killers for Virgil. He handed them to the latter and he got a grunt of thanks as Virgil drank the pain killers. After a few minutes of silence, Logan spoke softly, "Good morning, Virgil. How is your head?"

"In pain but a bit better.. Thanks.. Uh.. Can you explain why I'm laying in your bed?" Virgil looked around, confused.

"Okay." Logan nodded and explained the story about Virgil drinking almost a full bottle of whiskey, how Virgil was a giggling mess, how Virgil told Logan he loves him (both of them blushed when he said this), how Virgil refused to go in his own room, and how Virgil asked Logan to lay with him. Virgil was as red as a solanum lycopersicum by the end of the explanation. He was also anxious.

Logan smiled a bit, "If it makes you feel any better, I reciprocate your feelings. Would you like to be my boyfriend?" Virgil smiled and nodded. Logan leaned down and kissed him.

Virgil smiled a bit as he pulled away after a few seconds, "Can we stay in bed and cuddle? I'm still tired and my head still hurts a bunch."

Logan chuckled softly, "Sure, as long as you agree to never drink almost a full bottle of whiskey again."

"M'kay." Virgil just cuddled into Logan again and they laid there for most of the day.

[blindkarakul]

Prying questions: 6. If your muse could erase a single event from their memory, would they take the opportunity? What would they erase?

“…I know not which is worrrrse; the day he rrresigned to let me die, orrr the day he trrruly killed me.”

“ONE MO-ORRRE DAY! It is a-all need– please Koyo!” M’yhe knows his voice is a childish shrill, something akin to a tantrum of a small toddler. Everything about it… The way his claws tore at the flooring beneath him, peeling back his nails as all breath seemed to fail the young miqo’te. Every word he tried was a failed attempt at inhalation, stopped by his own fearful stuttering; a race to find purchase in his own lungs that he might steady himself and place distance between the savage these people knew him to be. “I-I will be betterrr! My eyes ca-an heal, plea-ase Koyo, please, plea-ase.”

He was met with silence, and a rapid heartbeat from across the room.

“I-It is ju-ust…! Taking ti-ime! Eyes sensiti-ive, Koyo! Koyo!”

The better of his common skills were escaping him, he knew each word he spoke was closer and closer to nonsense, ravings of a man clinging to the shreds of his life; screeching pleas of one begging for forgiveness. The heartbeat across the room sighed, feet pacing just a bit closer. M’yhe scrambled a bit further out of the corner he’d pushed himself into, offering a bloodied hand forward that shook with desperate sobs.

“Yhe, I… don’t know.” The heartbeat spoke. There was a pause of thought, and that heartbeat bent down to meet the slave’s level on the floor. “We’ve given enough time for the burns on your arms, chest, and face to heal. If your eyes show no improvement…”“Imprrrovement! Therrre is! Please, please…” M’yhe coughed, rough through dry heaves as he breathed in deep, trying to steady and calm himself. “Therrre is…”

Hesitation. “How many fingers am I holding up, then?” Koyo murmured.

M’yhe’s answer was instantaneous. “Fourrr!”

“Yhe…”

Pushing himself back into the corner, the miqo’te’s cries only heightened in urgency. His tongue was dry, and each tremble of his shoulders cracked his voice and lungs. But it was all he could do, pulling his hands over his eyes and hoping the blanketing light of the office would find him when he lifted them. He never thought he could ever find something such a welcoming sight, all dreary walls and hopeless, lonely chairs and tables… but he yearned to see them again. He yearned to see anything.

“They take time grrrow back, Koyo, I– please, please… I just need morrre time, be betterrr with time, Koyo… please…”“No, Yhe.” Koyo’s heartbeat quickened, but said nothing more on the subject. “Cai will be soon. Be patient.”

The other’s call was like silencing an unruly animal. All the sheer force, the cold unforgiveness of that ‘No’… The frustration welled in M’yhe’s chest, but he shook and trembled with the thought of defiance. Instead clung to himself and whimpered, trying to calm…

“Do not let them hurrrt me, Koyo… Do not let them kill m–”

“–Cai will be soon. Be patient.”

All that remained was the sounds of footsteps shuffling as weary eyes and hearts made for the barracks to eat. For the ones who had seen something like this before, it was only a grim reminder to keep their heads down and do as they were told. But somehow, somewhere, M’yhe could still hear the creaking of bones and whimpering of fresh blood– the ones who’d only been here for a short term.

The Miqo’te wished there was room for sympathy in his heart between the blinding pain. 

All that rang was a hollow emptiness in his ribcage; the offset beating of the miqo’te’s wild heart unfortunately reminding him that he was alive, as the wounds on his back howled and bled. He kept his forehead pressed to the pole, ears flattened as the fresh memory of whirlwind air and splitting muscle laughed in his eardrums still. His wrists, too, stung with a steady and persistent throb, as cold droplets of blood ran their way down his palms. 

The pressure from unforgiving irons was lifted, freeing him from the pole to join the others at the hall. However, M’yhe just sat. It was all he could do… head pressed to chilled metal, as he sucked the air in through his teeth. The burning that overtook his body was a pain barely tolerable in of itself. 

Then, he spoke.

The tone, M’yhe couldn’t read between his panic– but how it taunted him. Like waving a rich meat in front of the nose of a starving animal, wild in its anger and unchained… but riddled with fear. Fear and sorrow so strong, that he dare not lift his head to tempt the consequences that might await. He only listened, felt the chill of the night run its hands down his back like needing claws, uninvited and greedy. At their voracious touch, he felt only a tense ail building in his stomach. Warm, sickly, constricting as his breathing heaved… and M’koyo offered a hand. Clad in blood; his blood. Garlean uniform.

“You’re free now, Yhe.”

[caqi-cove]

Getting To Know - F’ismat Ajam

► Name ➔ The Miqo’tes light green eyes turn to study the questioner, a subtle twitch of her eyebrows preceding her response. “F’ismat Ajam.”

► Are you single ➔ “If you arrre speaking to me purrrely to make a pass, then you arrre wasting efforrrt.” The Miqo’te replies blithely, the tip of her tail beginning to twitch behind her. “If this is rrrelevant to the rrrest of yourrrr questions, then yes. I am.”

► Are you happy ➔ F’ismat does not turn her gaze, though the irritation being channeled through her tail grows. “No, I am not.”

► Are you angry? ➔ “Bitterr, but not angrrry. There is no grrrand injustice that I have any rrrright to be angrrry over.” A slow breath is exhaled as her broad shoulders rise and fall.

► Are your parents still married ➔ “The last time I spoke to my parrrents was a few sennights afterr my fifth nameday. They werrre neverr marrried, a common thing among Seekerrrrs.” F’ismat shifts her feet, her arms folding behind her back as she takes a comforting and familiar at ease stance.

NINE FACTS

► Birth Place ➔ ”My place of birrrth is irrrrelevant and I do not rrrememberr, orrr carrre.” The Seeker’s tone makes it clear that isn’t hyperbole, she truly doesn’t consider it important. ► Hair Color ➔  Her tail comes to life once again as she replies. “Light brrrown with some blonde. As you can see with yourrr eyes.” ► Eye Color ➔  As the second obvious question is presented, F’ismat’s tail goes from simply twitching to outright flicking behind her erratically. “Grrreen, I have hearrrd it called Pea Grrreen.” ► Birthday ➔ ”Irrrrelevant.” Shes states pointedly. “I do not celebrrrate a nameday, being borrrn is not an achievement. I did prrreviously celebrrrate my firrrst sun as a janissarrry. That was the Fifth sun of the Firrrst Astrrral moon.” ► Mood ➔  ”Disconcerrrrted.” F’ismat squints at her questioner. “I will not elaborrrate on why.” ► Gender ➔ F’ismat’s tail flicks suddenly towards a nearby pillar with an audible ‘whock’! She flinches slightly, her cool and professional air stifled for just a moment. “I am surrrre you have a rrreason for asking, but I believe my figurrre is not so masculine as to make that question necessarrry.” There’s a shift in her body language as she thrusts her chest out. ► Summer or winter ➔  The question disarms the Miqo’te, a ghost of a smile resting on her lips. “Winterrr. Rrradz-at-Han is blessed by Azeyma’s gaze but also high humidity. It can be unbearrrable on some suns. Durrring the winterr it is pleasant, though the evening rrrequirres a blanket.” ► Morning or afternoon ➔ “Rrrise with Azeyma to begin yourrr sun, enjoy the blessed cool of the morrrning. The sight of the worrrld coming to life with you.” She cants her head slightly, the topic seeming to be something she’s fond of.

EIGHT THINGS ABOUT YOUR LOVE LIFE

► Are you in love ➔ “No. I am single, and I do not have significant ties with anyone in Eorrrzea prroperrr. Until I have found my place, I do not intend to change that.”

► Do you believe in love at first sight ➔ “Love at firrrst sight is a rrromantic notion used to help ease trrrousers off prrrrinces, and skirrrts off prrrincesses. You do not forrrm love frrrom something as shallow as a visage. That is lust.” The miqo’te replies sharply, her tail once more springing to life but not swinging as wide as it did before, no need to hit the pillar again.

► Who ended your last relationship ➔ “I did. Ourrr rrrelationship was a dalliance. One that would have stained the honorrr of the Tawfiqids and my position.“ She adjusts her footing again, pride seeming to shine from her.

► Have you ever broken someone’s heart ➔ “A young scion of the Tawfiq family took to me. He showerrred me in gifts and prrraise, but I turrrned down his advances when he apprroached me in prrrivate. His prride was stung if nothing else.” She shakes her head, the sandy brown locks bouncing. “I do not believe I brroke his hearrrt, simply disappointed his loins.”

► Are you afraid of commitments ➔ “You must be speaking of parrrrtnerrrships. I have no opinion, it has neverrr been rrrelevant.” She pulls her hand from behind her back, holding her palm up to the questioner to delay their next question. “If you mean any kind of commitment, no. I serrrve my masterr and my peerrrs without rreserrrvation.”

► Have you hugged someone within the last week? ➔ She simply holds her gaze on the questioner, she doesn’t intend to answer this. There’s a strong chance the answer is ‘no’, but she’s tiring of the topic of romance.

► Have you ever had a secret admirer ➔ She nods, almost relieved that this is something she can easily reply to. “Yes, I did. I thought it was the prreviously mentioned man hoping to rreinvigorrrate his purrrsuit of me. Then the gifts became morrre thoughtful, focused, and feminine. Eventually my admirrrerr came forrrwarrd.”

► Have you ever broken your own heart? ➔ “The hearrrt is fickle and flightly, you should not fearrr ‘brrreaking’ it. You will lust or want forrr something again beforrre long.” The miqo’te refolds her arms behind her back after rather smoothly side-stepping that question.

SIX CHOICES

► Love or lust ➔ F’ismat lets her gaze rest on the questioner as her brow begins to knit, her displeasure having grown so great she is running out of patience. “Love. Prroperrr love is what forrms when a pairrr come to rrrealize it is not just lust that drrrives them, but a rrrespect and admirrration that runs deeperrr than anything else. It is not drrriven wholly by a need to sate yourrrself.”

► Lemonade or iced tea ➔ She seemed greatly relieved by the sudden shift in questioning. Merciful relief from the far too personal questions about her distinct lack of a love life. “Iced tea is farrr more rrrefrreshing, the bitterrr taste mixes beautifully with a bit of sugarrr orr honey.”

► Cats or Dogs ➔ “Hounds. They are prrractical pets, loyal to their masterr, and naturrral defenderrrs of those they love. We should all aspirrre to earrrn their adorrration.” Her expression sours, nose wrinkling as if a foul odor has passed by. “House Coeurl are fickle, lazy, and cowarrrrdly. They will hide as you arrre slain by anotherrr, then feast on yourrr corrrpse.”

► A few best friends or many regular friends ➔ There’s a pause before F’ismat replies, the question actually prompting her to think it over. “I feel you will naturrrally have both. Those who you are trrruly close to will be those you maintain. Acquaintances orrr associates will rrremain. If I must choose, it is the forrrmerr.”

► Wild night out or romantic night in ➔ As the topic steers back towards love and sex, she shoots a glare at the questioner. She thought they were past this by now. “One, and then the otherrrr. Both are good, time spent laughing and watching dancing sets firrrre to your soul. An evening in, rrreading, sipping wine, orrr simply enjoying company is like the sun’s rays kissing yourrr skin. Both are needed, both lead to a life well lived.”

► Day or night ➔ “Day. To watch the colourrr shine frrrom the worrld, see people prrroudly stride ratherrrr than skulk in the moonlight.” The Seeker sounds sure of this, it’s certainly a cultural thing.

FIVE HAVE YOU EVERS

► Been caught sneaking out ➔ “I was, yes. I was challenged by my instrrructorrr to show my masterrry of the grrounds. I was to pluck a pomegrrranate frrom the orrrcharrd and not be seen orrr caught.” The Miqo’te shakes her head, eyes closing as nostalgia washes over her. “My firrrst night I failed, I was caught leaving the barracks in one of the laundrrry carrrts. The second they failed to considerrr the rrubbish bin as a path. I took two pomegrrranates and left the second on the bed of the guarrrd who caught me.”

► Fallen down/up the stairs ➔ “Forrr a time I had trrrouble going up and down stairrrs while carrrying my worrrkload. I ended up trrripping with a trrrio of blades in hand, I still have the scarr on my shin frrrom that. I started taking extrrra trips rrrather than rrisk it frrrom then on.”

► Wanted something/someone so badly it hurt? ➔ “You seem focused on rrromance.” She notes dryly, her fail wooshing behind her. “Yes, that is a naturrral parrrt of life. Desirrre is what motivates the grrreat and small.”

► Wanted to disappear ➔ F’ismat tenses, her shoulders pulling back and her musculature tensing. Of all the things asked, this is what has struck her most direly so far. “Yes, when you feel like you’ve no place orrr purrrpose it would be easierrr to simply vanish.”

FOUR PREFERENCES

► Smile or eyes ➔ Yet again the topic turns back to love and the Miqo’tes irritation flares again. She pulls her hands from behind her back and rests them over her bosom. “Smiles, the many exprrressions someone can make is imprrressive. Those that arrre done intentionally and not. Eyes speak of intention, but they do not shift as much.”

► Shorter or Taller ➔ “Betterrr to be tallerr. Therrre is a naturrral rregality to it, and calming to know that if trrruly necessarrry you arrre a pilarrr that otherrrs can rrrest against.” Flicka-flick goes her tail, her eyes sizing up her questioner. They’re likely not much taller than she is which is quite tall for a Miqo’te woman.

► Intelligence or Attraction ➔ “What you mean is intelligence or appearrrance. You can be attrrracted to intelligence orr otherrr factorrrs. Shallow as it is, I would prrreferrr a handsome orrr beautiful visage. Intelligence is wonderrrful, to be trrrue, but I would rrrather they be loyal, kind, and attrractive than the brrightest mind in the rrroom.”

► Hook-up or Relationship ➔ She takes a step forward as her arms unfold, her index finger thrusting against the chest of the questioner. “Yourrr ‘sly’ questions about my prrreferrences have worrrn theirrr welcome.” Sadly, it seems you’ll never find out what she thinks about this. Considering how deeply she values loyalty though..

FAMILY

► Do you and your family get along ➔ F’ismat clears her throat as she returns to her previous position, her arms folding behind her back again now that she has vented her displeasure. “I was rrrespected and trrrusted among the Tawfiq. Therrre werrre some who werrre less fond of me than otherrr janissarrries, but that was prrreferrence. I will not hold that against them.”

► Would you say you have a “messed up life” ➔ She clenches her jaw, her tail freezing in the air. “If you arrre implying something, you should carrrefully rrreconsiderr. Some would say my life is, but I do not considerrr it that at all. I was brrrought frrrom poverrty and strrrife to a life of learrrning and stablity.”

► Have you ever ran away from home ➔ “No. I was sad forrr a shorrrt time, but the kindness of the Tawfiq family and theirrr serrrvants soothed my tearrrs within a sennight.” The anger in her voice begins to ebb away, the tension lessening with every word spoken.  ��I felt.. special, carred forrr, and prrrotected.”

► Have you ever gotten kicked out ➔ “I was purrrchased shorrrtly afterrr my fifth name-day. I was considerrred superrrfluous, the Bearrr trrribe had a long rrrun of ferrrtile pairrrings.” F’ismat speaks of this like it was the same as someone picking up a sack of oats from market. “That is close enough, though it was a blessing.”

FRIENDS

► Do you secretly hate one of your friends ➔ F’ismat shakes her head, her tresses bouncing against her dark skin. “No, if I have a grrrievance I speak to them of it. If it cannot be fixed the we arrre clearrrly not frrriends.”

► Do you consider all of your friends good friends ➔ “I spoke of this exact thing earrrlierr. Do not rrrepeat yourrself, this begins to smell of excuses to lingerrr nearrr me.”

► Who is your best friend ➔ “My Scimitarrr. He has been with me for eight cycles.” Her eyes turn to meet the questioner’s. “Would you like to meet him?”

► Who knows everything about you ➔ “You.” She states flatly before stepping forward and planting her hand on the chest of the questioner. “I am leaving, if you follow I will considerrrr it harrrassment and will brrreak yourrr nose. You will rrreceive no otherrr warrrrning.” F’ismat leverages her strength, sending the irritable soul staggering back before she takes her leave, the last glimpse of her being her tail snaking ‘round the corner.

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[nekollx]

Catnap #Urban Fantasy

Chapter 1

The door creaked open nearly silently, Kevin looking up from the couch as a lavender haired girl with matching tail and ears yawned wide and stumbled in, absently sliding out of her shoes as she shuffled over to the couch.

“Long day at work, Myrna?” Kevin smiled as he paused his game and got ready to get up, “Let me clear the couch so you ca~”

He ca cut short as the catgirl flopped like a fish onto the couch, her head rested in Kevin’s lap with a soft, and adorable “Nya.”

“Not again,” Kevin growled irritably, his voice cracking, as his hair started to shift into a vibrant violet.

As his body shifted and shrank even as his hips flared and his chest ballooned. Hair growling and tail and ears of her own formed Kevin count stay mad at the exhausted catgirl as she looked down at her smiling, purring face and gently pet the side of her head and she closed her eyes and decided to just ride things out this time.

“Yourrr incorrrrigible, nyan.” Kevin sighed as Myrna passed completely out, purring softly. But her smile lingered, “Maybe I should just put a dog bed rrrright at the doorrr, nyan.”

A soft buzzing, more a vibration caught Kevin’s ear, and with a sigh she fished around Myrna’s hoodie for her cell phone and kept her voice low so as to not wake the catgirl.

“Hello?” Kevin began, “No Myrrrrrna is sleeping, totally exhausted, nyan. This is Kat, nyan.”

She growled softly, “No she can’t come in, I told you she’s totally out of it, nyan!”

“Can’t you handle things yourrrself forrr once, nyan?”

“What do you mean emerrrrgency, nyan. It’s always an emerrrrgency, nyan!”

Kevin’s eyes went wide, and she gently shimmed herrrself out from under her rrroommate, “Serrrriously? That bad, Nyan?”

Kevin sighed and pushed to her feet, “Alrrrright, nyan. I’ll be therrre in a flash, nyan.”

Before turning and giving Myrna a soft kiss on her forehead...light before Kat’s pants and underwear slid down her smaller legs, drawing another small growl of annoyance, as she returned her focus to the phone, “Betterrr be a good bonus in this for us, nyan. And no catnip and head pats don’t count as bonuses, nyan.”

Before she ended the call, “Goodbye, nyan.”

Kat, set the phone down on a nearby table next to her controller before she took a moment to stretch, tossing off her now far too ill fitting clothes as she wandered into the bedroom to get changed into something more fitting before rushing off to work. @rainbow-femme

[shittysunshines]

Seventeen’s reaction to a bts member flirting with their girlfriend (s.coups, jeonghan, Joshua, jun, hoshi, wonwoo, woozi, dk, mingyu + the8)

S.Coups: this boy just stood they’re staring at RM like “boy do you really think I’m gonna allow this?” He soon strutted over raking your arm and walking away, bumping into RM with his shoulder in the process

Jeonghan: oh no no no no noooooo! Jeonghan would find little jimin’s attempts to swoon you to funny he would slowly strut over there placing his arm around your shoulder and simply saying “oh hey Jagi! Is this your new friend?” And smile

Joshua: Joshua doesn’t really get jealous at all, he would simply just walk over and join in the conversation because he trusts you

Jun: this boy wouldn’t even blink, he knows he’s too handsome for you to leave him he would just simply walk over to you with a smirk plastered on his face, he’d kiss your cheek and place his arm around your waist. “oh hey! Didn’t see ya there, I’m jun Y/N’s one and only, and you are?”

Hoshi: soonyoung would be upset out of his mind. He didn’t want someone like j-hope near the girl of his dreams he thought that his dance moves could make your heart burst more than his could. He would simply run over too you and tell “JAGI I NEED TO SPEAK TO YOU RIGHT NOW.” Pulling you away from your conversation because he didn’t want to watch that anymore. No on was going to take his star away

Wonwoo: once again I feel like wonwoo wouldn’t care much because he trusts you but IF A HOE LAYS A HAND ON YOUUU he would go over there and stare at them until they walk away because even tho he looks scary he’s a fluff ball

Woozi: Jihoon would probably feel intimidated by suga who was having a conversation about producing music to you since not only is he taller but people have said that him and suga look alike so he would NOT be a fan of someone who looks like a taller him tryna swoop up his girl he would walk over they’re and say “heyyy therrre do ya mind if I just steal my GIRLFRIEND for a second we have THINGS to do” he would then go home to tell you how he feels so you can tell him that he’s your one and only no mater how small he is

(This gif oml)

DK: a lot like wonwoo and Joshua, seokmin would probably not worry about Someone talking to you in a flirty manner. He would probably just walk over there and crack a few jokes and walk away with you hand in hand.

Mingyu: even though mingyu trusts you so much. He would notttt trust jungkook making flirty eyes at you as you two had a conversation. He would walk over there and smile down and jungkook at say “cute you two are getting along, good to know a friend of mine like jungkook can get along with my beautiful girlfriend who loves onlyyyy meeee” then he would walk off leaving you to carry on your conversation, happy that he got his point across

The8: minghao wouldn’t find it to bothering to see someone flirting with you he would just walk over and join the conversation just to make sure no one is flirting with you anymore then he would talk to you about it when you get home

[desertpeachcatte]

“If it’s upstrrream you’re wanting to go, therrre’s an easierr path herrre for all that arrrmor to go thrrrough without agitating the entire jungle’s worrrth of wildlife.”

Every now and then, the pair spooked some colibris, galago, or raincatchers which attacked them in surprise. With greatsword in hand, Dacian had been able to dispatch the creatures with fair ease, needing only mild mends after the encounters were over. When he fought, I’ason watched with fascination from a distance after providing aetheric shielding and a regenerative aspected benefic for his companion. The hyur was not quick to move in the armor and dense foliage, but he swung his greatsword with the flow of magma carving its way down a mountainside, at times planting the blade in the earth, after which an aetheric burst of ebon and crimson claws raked out to draw the creatures into a frenzy onto himself. Every now and then, I’ason found the opportunity to press malefic and combustive bursts in to assist, and though the hyur never once turned to directly look at I’ason, he moved with a practiced precision where he made sure their foes only saw and cared to hurt him. Even as the screech of a colibri drew others to them from who knew where, Dacian, seemingly with a sixth sense, would thrust an arm out to unleash an orb of violet and scarlet aether to draw them to himself.

As promised, he did keep the miqo’te from harm, as long as he kept him up.

The miqo’te watched this, frozen, confounded by the hyur’s.. enjoyment? And nauseated by the slow crunching and rending. But then, he saw Dacian’s movements were slowing, and, shaking the shock of the fight off, he drew his starglobe in, inhaling, to call upon the astral tides. It was early yet for this man to walk the halls of Halone.

Release.

A tiny singularity coalesced some fifteen fulm from the pair wrestling upon the water before abruptly opening into a gaping orb of black. Yowling, the couerl was ripped off the man toward the center of this aetheric globe, giving Dacian enough time to scramble back to his feet. He was breathing raggedly, and dark, drying patches of blood ran over the edges of his armor. In his right hand was his greatsword, and he began to advance toward the beast. I’ason, now back into the rhythm of the fight after pulling the creature from his companion with a gravity well, called upon the heavens again to imbue the hyur with benefic aethers. Dacian’s steps quickened with the assistance, and, as he raised his blade, black and violet ran down along the length before the hues coalesced into a voracious red.

I’ason raised a hand to his nose, the scent of the venoms potent enough to give a stinging sensation just from its olfactory properties. As quietly as they could, the pair slunk into the cavern. As light gave way to stifling, humid darkness, the miqo’te’s vision was first to sharpen to take in their surrounds. The walls were half stone, half earthen, bearing the tell-tale criss-cross marks of a creature with, if not many claws, many sharp somethings. Scattered bones of the beast’s meals were strewn about - from their morphology, mostly the adults or near-adults of the various poisonous efts that made their homes around the lake.

They made their way in perhaps about twelve fulms before Dacian urged I’ason into a small pocket along the wall. There, he ensured the miqo’te looked at him.

“Right,” he said in a hushed whisper. “No mistakin’ it now. It’s one of the acid-types. This is whatcha need t’ know ‘fore we engage, assumin’ it’s ‘ome. I know y’said y’never really ‘ad experience, but I’ve fought plenty o’ these. Sightin’s seem to pin that it’s been injured by one o’ the dragonkillers from Ishgard. Like that it ‘ad a shaft pierced somewhere, so don’t worry. We ain’t fightin’ a dragon in tip-top shape. Jus’ keep me up. Ev’n if it looks like ‘m about t’ fall - keep me up. And stay as far away as y’can. If ‘t rears up, watch where its eyes are lookin’ - it’s all in the eyes with these creatures. It’ll tell ya where ‘t’s go’n’ta spit. Keep the hells away from the spit. Got that?”

By now, I’ason’s heart had leapt up into his throat, but he nodded in understanding. “Keep you up. Watch its eyes and avoid its spit,” he repeated softly.

Dacian nodded approvingly. “Aye. I’ll be fightin’ it at its head ‘n I’ll try t’keep its attention away from ya. All in the eyes, I said. Once its eyes are cut, the rest will be fairly gravy.”

In a flash of tail, muscle, and claws, Dacian suddenly found his sword ripped from his hands. It gleamed overhead before embedding itself into a soft point nearer the ceiling of the cavern than anywhere else. Then, the hyur watched in horror as the dragon reared back and turned its eye toward where it very clearly saw an inexperienced healer.

“No!”

Dacian tried, but was not fast enough. Not without the sword to conduct his aether and boost his reflexes. The dragon aimed to kill with one shot, knowing that once the healer was down, it was only a matter of time before the main aggressor would fall. The acid that pumped out from the wyrm’s throat opened like a net, projecting straight for the miqo’te, who was in the middle of channeling an aetheric mend for Dacian to keep him up after the blow that took his sword away.

“No! Stop! Get out of the way!”

No use. The acid landed square on I’ason, potent enough to rip off the aetheric shielding he had pre-casted before raining directly on to him. He screamed as the corrosive liquid tore through fur and leathers, and almost immediately, he crumpled to his knees, feeling as if his flesh was melting right off him. A sickening steam rose from him as Dacian reached him a heartbeat too late.

“Fuck! Fuck!” In desperation, the hyur tried swiping as much acid off the miqo’te as he could, his own gauntlets steaming from the effort. He watched in horror as the flesh seemed to boil crimson, then purple, then distort. “Do something, dammit! Don’t just sit there and die!”

“It hurrrts.. It hurrrts!!!”

Defy it.

Refuse it.

Whispers, then the feeling of an oppressive, black embrace. It let him know it was okay. It was okay to hate. It was okay reach out and destroy what hurt. It was okay. It was all okay. It was even okay to die.. But where was the fun in that?

Stop hurting. Stop hurting first!

A mirrored scarlet aether electrified in the miqo’te mismatched eyes, and in a burst of defiant rage, as the dragon slammed Dacian away and followed to clamp down on his shoulder with its jaws, ripping at this way and that to rend him of his arm, I’ason stood up and harnessed a call to the stars, imploring them to bless him with the benefit of time. It came easily with his tapped fury, and strength returned to him as he willed his aether to life rather than death and channeled the streams to alleviate him of the burns. Then, with hyperattuned hunter’s eyes, he saw Dacian. He had fallen and appeared to be sickeningly feasted on by the dragon. In his hand was one of I’ason’s daggers.

Rise!

The instructions were to keep healing him, even if he seemed to be dying. The miqo’te could do naught but obey. Thrusting his starglobe heavensward, he called on the stars again.

Live. Do not die. I refuse for you to die! For us to die!

With speed rivaling that of light, dual pulses of benefic aether streamed to Dacian. I’ason saw the hyur’s movements rise in vigor just as the strange spike of rage began to drain from himself.

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Full story here.

[eorzeansky]

#14: Wit

FFXIV 30 Day Writing Challenge

Rathien had not slept well, and he was still trying to make sense of that chaotic day from before. He had waited until his mate had already left the house that morning and gotten up, seeking to make clarity of what he had seen.

Outside the apartment complex was a little courtyard that was abandoned during the early morning hours. Still half asleep, and with bedhead to spare, Rathien went to sit on one of the benches, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and began to meditate.

As he did so the aether around him responded in kind; it created a small tangible cocoon around him in, blue and gold flecks becoming less noticeable in the increasing morning light. Manipulating aether had become something that was almost like a sixth sense; he merely had to reach out to activate it and it was there with no difficulty. It was malleable and he could shape it as he wanted, reinforce it with a request and employ it with just a simple thought. Becoming in tuned with it had help to calm his nerves before; there was no reason it wouldn’t do the same now.

After a bit of soul searching he noticed a particular aetherical presence approaching. It seemed he was being noticeably sneaky judging by the slow, silent way it came forward.

“I can feel you,” Rathien mused without opening his eyes, the earrings that tethered them together working as intended.

“I was just admirrring your handiwork,” C’lai responded with a grin. “Didn’t expect you up so earrrly. RRRough night, huh?” He picked up a rock from the ground and threw it at the aetheric shield protecting his mate. It ricocheted off and came back to hit him in the chest, making him huff and puff up. Clearly, he knew that was going to happen.

“That it was.” Rathien turned then, opening his eyes and looking back at him. “What’s the saying about throwing rocks?” He replied.

“You would have something witty to say.” The Nunh rolled his shoulders. “I was just testing it, forrr you. Making surrre therrre werrre no weaknesses.” His ears flapped. “And therrre wasn’t, because my Sun and Moon is the best.”

Rathien stood up, letting the shield fall around him, disintegrating into nothingness. “There’s also a saying that flattery will get you nowhere,” He said as he approached C’lai, his spotted cheeks flushing. “…They may have been lying on that one.”

“They did not know yourrr mate.” C’lai declared, reaching out slowly to caress Rathien’s face.

The Tia leaned into the touch with a purr. “So, how much is left of your training?” He asked, knowing that C’lai had a routine. “Did you run yet?”

“I was, when I felt you nearrrby. Do not worrry about me, mate of mine. Go, rest.” The Nunh replied thumb stroking Rathien’s cheek.

The smaller miqo’te shook his head. “I’m already awake, and dressed. And outside.” Most days this time of the morning didn’t exist for Rathien, but perhaps because he had meditated he felt calm and energetic. “I’ll run with you, then sleep.”

C’lai could not help but puff up proudly, smiling warmly. He would not deny his mate any time spent together. “Then we go!”