#human decorations would be so small...they'd have to make their own i think

[milk-tea-sakura]

Back Story- Price decides that his team, Ghost, Soap and Gaz need a much needed home cooked meal. And who better to cook it than his own missus. Plus with you cooking he knows for sure his men will eat all the food, after all they don't want to see the disappointed look on your face.

Cw: Fluff, "Family" Gathering

Price looked at his wife Y/n, a smile on his face. "Love, I was thinking... this Christmas, I'd like to invite the team to come over for a home-cooked meal. Would that be alright with you?"

You smiled back at him, clearly pleased by the idea. "Of course, dear. I'd love to have them over for Christmas it'll be nice to have some company other than just us."

Price nodded, relieved that you were on board with the idea. "Excellent, I'll let them know. I'm sure they'll appreciate a warm home-cooked meal and some good company on Christmas day."

You nodded "I'll start planning the menu, it'll be nice to cook for a couple extra people this year. Do you know what they like to eat?"

Price chuckled, shaking his head. "I doubt they care. They're just a bunch of hungry soldiers who'll eat anything i put infront of them."

You laughed, imagining the men eagerly devouring whatever food you put on the table. "Well, I'll make sure I cook enough food for a small army then."

Price grinned, obviously amused by the thought. "They'll appreciate that. They'll probably be asking for seconds before they even finish their first plate."

You chuckled, thinking about the men asking for more even with a full plate. "Well, I'll make sure we have plenty extras just incase. And maybe some extra deserts aswell."

Price nodded, clearly looking forward to the Christmas dinner. "That sounds perfect. I'm sure the team will appreciate your cooking, love. And I know I will as well."

~~Christmas day~~

Christmas day had finally arrived, and you were in the kitchen busily preparing the big dinner for the teams dinner. The house smelled like a mix of delicious spices and holiday treats as you finished up the last few dishes in the kitchen while singing along to Christmas music.

After a long couple of hours of cooking, you were finally done. The table was finally set with all kinds of homemade dishes, and the house felt warm and inviting. Price helped put the finishing touches on everything when he heard a knock on the door.

Price smiled at you as he went to answer the door. He opened it to find Ghost, Soap, and Gaz standing on the other side, all wearing smiles and holding gifts in their hands.

"Come on in, lads," Price said, stepping back to let them enter. The men all came into the house, looking around and taking in the festive decorations.

"Wow, the house looks amazing," Soap said, looking around at the Christmas decorations. Gaz and Ghost nodded in agreement, clearly both impressed by your handiwork.

You came out of the kitchen to greet them, a big smile on your face. "I'm so glad you could all make it. Merry Christmas, everyone."

The men all greeted her back, wishing you a Merry Christmas as well. They handed her the gifts they'd brought, each one wrapped neatly and tied with a bow.

You thank them for the gifts, setting them under the Christmas tree in the corner of the room. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. The food is just about ready to be served."

The men all found seats around the dining table, with Ghost sitting on one end and Soap and Gaz sitting on either side of him. Price took a seat next to you, a small twinge of nervousness in his stomach.

You, noticing your husband's slight anxiety, placed a reassuring hand on his arm. "Relax, darling. Everything will be fine."

Price nodded and taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "I know, love. I just want everything to go smoothly, that's all."

"You said yourself that these men will eat practically anything."

Price chuckled, his nerves starting to ease a bit. "You're right, you're right. They're basically human garbage disposals, they'll eat almost anything put infront of them."

Gaz and Soap mock-gasped at his comment. "Oi, we're not that bad!" Gaz said, feigning offense.

Price just laughed "Oh please, I've seen you two eat. You'll eat anything that's not nailed down."

Gaz and Soap both shrugged, not denying the accusation. Soap chimed in with a grin. "We just have a good appetite, that's all."

"It's because the Army starves you all, eat. I made it all for you guys."

Soap and Gaz both nodded, their eyes roaming over the spread of homemade food on the table. "We don't need to be told twice, Mrs. Price," Gaz said with a grin. "We'll gladly eat it all for you."

"What about you Ghost? What would you like to be passed to you?" You say with a slight jester to the food on the table.

Ghost looked over the food on the table, his eyes scanning the various dishes. "I'll take a bit of everything, love," he said, a small smile on his lips. "It all looks delicious."

Y/n chuckled, feeling emboldened by his response. "Everything, huh? You have quite the appetite, Ghost."

Ghost shrugged, unashamed of his hunger. "What can I say? I'm a man who knows what he likes."

"Well what are we waiting for, start passing food around. I mainly just want ham and sausage balls but you are all welcome to anything on the table."

The men all smiled at her words, clearly eager to dig in. "You don't have to tell us twice," Soap said, already reaching for the serving platter of ham on the table.

Gaz quickly followed suit, grabbing the platter of sausage balls she'd mentioned. "These look amazing," he said, sniffing at the food appreciatively.

Ghost nodded in agreement, his eyes roaming over the rest of the table. "Everything looks fantastic," he said, his voice low and rough. "You've outdone yourself, Y/n."

Y/n smiled at Ghost's compliment, feeling a sense of pride in her cooking. "I'm glad you all like it. Please, dig in."

The men didn't need any more invitation. They immediately started passing dishes around the table, loading up their plates with a bit of everything.

The room was filled with the sounds of forks and knives clinking against plates, as well as the occasional appreciative moan or sigh of pleasure.

"This is incredible," Soap said, his mouth full of food. "You really are an amazing cook, Y/n."

Gaz nodded in agreement, his fork already spearing another sausage ball. "Agreed. I don't think I've ever had a Christmas meal this good."

Ghost, as usual, said nothing, focused on eating as much as he could. But his face was a clear indication of his enjoyment, his expression one of pure bliss as he savored each bite.

Price sat back in his chair, watching the men devour his wife's cooking with a mixture of pride and amusement. "You see, love? I told you they'd eat everything you put in front of them."

"And you were nervous."

Price chuckled, a trace of embarrassment in his voice. "Yeah, maybe I was a bit worried they wouldn't like your cooking. But I should have known better. You're an amazing cook, after all."

"You eat too, love"

"Of course," Price said, grabbing a plate and starting to load it up with food. He glanced over at the men, all of whom were already on their second or third helpings. "You boys better slow down, or you'll eat us out of house and home."

"Their fine, I made extra"

"Looks like we've got our own personal eating team here," Soap teased between bites. "We can clear a buffet like nobody's business."

Gaz chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Damn right. Give us a challenge and we'll win it. You won't see a single crumb left on these plates."

Ghost just grunted in agreement, his mouth too full to speak. But the fact that he was already on his third helping spoke volumes

The dinner continued on, the men continuing to devour the food as fast as they could. They all praised Y/n's cooking, and even Ghost managed to mutter a compliment or two.

Price sat back in his chair, watching the display with a mixture of amusement and pride. He'd never seen his team eat so much, but he couldn't blame them. His wife's cooking was truly incredible.

As the meal came to an end, Y/n couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. She smiled, knowing that she had managed to feed and please a group of hungry soldiers.

[noodleblade]

this isnt really much of a writing prompt (unless you simply wish to take it that way, which is good too) but do you ever think about how ko/bd would be absolute sickos for halloween. knock out already likes horror and the two get involved with human culture enough whenever october rolls around on the nemesis theyre gritting their teeth to not put fake spiderwebs and fog machines around the warship and convince its members to dress up

Happy Spook Month:3

LOL yeah KOBD loves Halloween. If nothing else, their Nemesis supplied cable subscription (thank you, Soundwave) is playing all the slasher movies this time of year and Knock Out is obsessed. Breakdown enjoys them too, but he is also a Big Fan of the more gimmicky Halloween flicks. This combination makes them sooo annoying to everyone else on the Nemesis that cannot be bothered with Earthly customs.

They probably have no takers on actually getting dressed up or participating (though, they did notice Soundwave not remove the little bat they hung above his console so they'll count that as a win). Starscream had the potential to enjoy the holiday but his pride over being better than Humans makes it difficult for him to actually admit interest. They don't even bother with Megatron.

Actually, the vehicons would probably hesitantly join in. They sneak little Halloween themed decals and tell each other various ghost stories. Breakdown is happy to encourage the festivities and helps them keep it hush hush. Maybe even on the day of, he gives them little tiny energon candy treats...

By coincidence, they tune their internal radios to play only Halloween themed music too. The vehicons pick it up so Monster Mash can be heard regularly playing in the mines through like 18 sync'd speakers.

Oh and kobd absolutely steal a fog machine but that's an all-year-round item. It does wonders for dramatic effect.

[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hello!

I was thinking about the Monster!AU and I'm now wondering about how the residents of NRC would react to how differently Yuu is anatomically.

And what I mean by that is like how most of the students have hoofs. A smaller comparison are ears.

I like to imagine them speculating that Yuu just didn't have ears and just understood what they were saying somehow or that Yuu had holes for ears like parrots do until they pushed our hair out of the way and revealed that they did have ears, they were just out of sight. I can also imagine them wondering why Yuu's ears looked like that.

And for the hoofs part, I can also see them wondering why Yuu wears pants and shoes. Because while I do think that they wear clothers on their upper half, I don't think the monsters in this twst au wear pants or shoes, so I think they'd be confused. I imagine some of them being confused about human feet, too. Toes may be a weird thing to them, too. Or at least the type that humans have since I saw that Jade's concept design has toes.

I just have a bunch of things circulating in my head around this au. Whenever I get reminded of it, I keep on thinking of misinformation that could have spread among the years or completely forgotten about that humans have been extinct, and these are just two of the ideas that have popped into my head. Your au is haunting me in the worst and best way possible.

Oooh yes yes yes yessssss, I love this sort of musing! It gives me life and inspires lil’ ideas in me~! ovo/ Muahahaha, I love that the Monster!AU is giving people ideas, because I love seeing the little shenanigans and randomness that can appear! c:<

Depending on the Yuu’s hair style (or lack of hair style if they have no hair), human ears would definitely be one of those curiously confusing aspects that may have monster students and researchers alike poking and pulling on them (though they do apologize if they pull too hard since ears are sensitive). In some cases, they might wonder if humans alter the shapes of their ears so they appear more rounded and cute before they find out that, no, this is how human ears naturally look.

Imagine their horror the moment they realize some humans actually pierce various parts of their body with metal! Sure, they may pierce their own ears (Kalim being one example), but piercing your nose? Bellybutton?! Tongue?!? “Why are humans so weird with decorative metal pieces all over their body!? Doesn’t that hurt?!” 

Don’t worry, they get over it and get curious and fascinated by the style! 0v0/)

(No but seriously, there are some really gorgeous styles for piercings that can look really cool, I just get squeamish at the thought of having anything but my earlobes pierced for small studs, let alone getting a plug/tunnel or even tattoos for myself. 😅 If it’s your thing, then just make sure to keep the areas clean so they don’t get infected and you can continue looking and feeling amazing, you beautiful person! UvU)

You're right in that they do still wear clothes (I know the concept art doesn’t seem like it, but that’s because I don’t feel like dealing with clothing on that small a scale when I’m trying to figure out how to make their anatomy work), but they do in fact wear pants! Well, except Deuce, given how his body works, so it���s a case by case basis and choice. 😆 So, the fact that Yuu is wearing pants wouldn’t seem that unusual. Their shoes, however…

Like you said, most of the monsters have hooves and can wear horseshoes to make sure they have good traction wherever they go (they can be either metal or specialized rubber that mimics the soles of our own shoes and boots). Those who don’t have hooves though can easily adapt to different surfaces and can build up a tolerance for hot or cold (though that doesn’t mean it’s any less unpleasant during those times), but they’re certainly able to tolerate it better than we humans could, so the concept of shoes never really came to light and it was assumed that all humans had weirdly shaped hooves.

You can probably imagine how the students reacted the moment they realized that those “hooves” weren’t hooves at all.

//

Deuce: “Are you okay, Yuu? Coach was worried you were about to pass out.”

Yuu: *finished with running laps and collapsed under the shade of a tree to cool down* “Ugh…it’s so hot today.”

Ace: “Yeah, it is pretty hot.” *using his wings to generate a breeze to cool them down*

Yuu: “How come you’re not overheating?”

Ace: “Hm? Well that’s easy. Skvader’s and other rabbit-like monsters cool down with our ears. When the wind passes through them, it helps cool us down easier. We don’t really sweat like Deuce or any other species.”

Deuce: “How do humans keep cool?”

Ace: “Well, considering that Yuu’s sweating up a storm, I think they cool down the same way as centaur do.”

Yuu: “Well yeah…though we also cool down through our feet.” *realization sinks in as they sit up* “Oh yeah. Thanks for reminding me, I need to take my shoes off.”

Ace: “Shoes? What are those?”

Deuce: “How are you bending your leg like that, Yu-AAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!”

Ace: “AAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!”

Yuu: *holding shoe in one hand* “Why are you two screaming?!”

Ace and Deuce: “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-!!!!”

Riddle: *rushing over in a panic* “What’s wrong? Why are you-?” *sees Yuu holding their shoe in one hand* “AAAAAAAAA!!!! Yuu!! Your hoof!!!”

Yuu: “My what!? Why is everyone screaming?!”

Vargas: “What is going on here?!”

Yuu: “I have no idea! They just started screaming!”

Deuce: “Yuu! You literally just ripped your hoof off your leg!! We need to get you to the doctor before you bleed out!!!”

Yuu: *realizes what’s going on now* “Deuce, I’m fine! I’m not bleeding, see? It’s just my shoe! You guys can stop screaming now!”

Ace: “What the heck is a shoe!?”

Yuu: “It’s a cover we humans wear on our feet to protect them from getting hurt of gravel, glass, or other things that can injure us.” *pulls off sock and wiggles toes* “See? This is what a human foot looks like.” *notices Deuce and Riddle swaying, looking pale as a ghost* “Uh…guys?”

Thud! WHUD!!

Yuu: “Riddle!? Deuce!! Are you okay?!”

Ace: “I…I think they’re still processing the fact that you didn’t just dismember yourself in front of them.” *lays down* “I need a moment…”

//

…yeah, it went about as well as the grape incident. 😂 It took some explanation before those with hooves (like Riddle and Deuce) to recover from the shock of thinking Yuu had hurt themselves and get used to the sight of them without their shoes on when they’re relaxing or cooling down. It’s a simple yet powerful reminder to them that Yuu is literally from an extinct species that they know so little about.

Of course, the researchers (once they realized what was going on with the shoes) instantly became curious and studied how versatile humans could be. You know how sometimes when you’re carrying an armful of something or even just drop something lightweight, and instead of trying to bend down to get it you just grab the item with your foot and twist your leg to grab it easier? (Don’t deny it, I know you do this too fellow reader!) As “lazy” as it may seem, it’s still fascinating how our bodies are able to move in ways that may seem physically impossible or difficult to do in any other species outside of primates!

And I just imagined a scene similar to the one in Tarzan where he was trying to figure out what Jane was and accidentally tickled her, so imagine that happening and the monster in question accidentally getting kicked in the face because Yuu was overly ticklish 🤣

That’s all I’ve got for now, so I hope you enjoy! If anyone has any other ideas they wanna share, hit me up! ÒvÓ

[nanamikentoseyebags]

pairing: kento nanami x f!reader

content: just two grumps being grumpy together, alcohol consumption, pathetically self ship coded!!

wc: ~ 1.3k

a/n: my poor lil attempt to write something again, don't judge too hard, i just needed to feel some comfort

Whoever is in charge of the event has terrible taste in music, Kento Nanami mentally remarks, taking a small sip of the way more disgusting whiskey and placing the glass on the bar with an audible "clink". He wearily surveys the room, running his eyes over the expensive gilt-framed paintings, the elaborately inlaid furniture, and the huge elephant in the room in form of a grand black piano, that most definitely hasn't felt a human touch in at least a couple decades.

Myriads of stars are scattered across the ceiling in intricate patterns, like fluttering moths surrounding a lonely chandelier, decorated with what looks like tiny diamond droplets. It radiates a soft glow that seems to make even the faces of these people look pleasant somehow. He hates this place, or rather he has to hate it, because now it has become a nest of the most poisonous snakes - a reception for the richest, most prominent, most influential people in the city: the owners of the biggest financial companies that seem to own the whole world in their heads. Kento frowns, rubbing the bridge of his nose tiredly and cursing his boss for obliging him to attend it.

A quiet “Ughhhh, that’s disgusting,” snaps Nanami out of his thoughts, drawing him to turn in your direction, watching curiously as you spit out one of the appetizers and wrap it in a napkin. "This is a real culinary crime! Who the hell would think of ruining food so cruelly? Ugh, I should sue them for the moral damage this appetizer just did to me". Reaching for your glass, you took a couple sips and held it out to your boyfriend, cringing, "and serving people champagne like that is a crime too. I thought everything was top notch at these receptions," you paused, "you know I'm going to say this, but I'll say it anyways, here: I could have done it better...God, I need something to wash this disgusting taste down with."

"Of course you would, darling," Kento chuckles, "And I don't think there's anything edible here at all," he sets your glass on a tray of a passing waiter, "I'm afraid you're the only sweet thing here."

A death stare, that's what he sees, turning to you again. "Very funny," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging him lightly in the side, "I always wonder…how do they do that?" you motion your hand to the groups of people talking amongst themselves.

"Do what?" his tilts his head to the side, leaning closer to you, his arm goes around your waist, slowly stroking the curve of your hip.

"Pretending to like everything, from terrible food to engaging into conversations with people they can't stand. Sometimes I think their faces are about to crack from those strained smiles."

“Long years of practice, I think. I doubt they'd be much good at it if they didn't know how to cast fake smiles at every partner and then ruin their firms with the same grin."

"Atrocious," you give a dismissive glance to another pair of presumably millionaires fluffing up their feathers and parading like male birds in front of a couple of women.

"Sorry for bringing you here, I-" he doesn't have time to finish the sentence, feeling your arms tightly circle his torso.

"I don't mind at all, I might even enjoy standing here with you all grumpy and dissatisfied with everything and everyone. It's more fun together," you wink at him, stroking his back.

“Oh yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone else to be grumpy with,” he pauses, looking at your perplexed expression, “okay…” with a sigh he continues, “in my defense I might just say that it sounded less cheesy in my head”. You giggle, watching the tips of his ears turning red. “On the other note,” Kento’s hand flies up to gently caress the apple of your cheek with his thumb, “I know I’ve said it like a thousand times today but you look absolutely divine.”

And he means it, as much as he hates to be here, he thinks you are made for this. You are made to be surrounded by this splendor he believes he fails to give you. As if you'd stepped out of one of those ornate paintings, in that ethereal silk dress of yours and hairdo, you really do look like a deity to him, walking around your chambers.

And before he even gets a chance to tell you this, a loud “Nanamiiiiii,” thunders across the whole space, the approaching steps of his boss reverberate tenfold in Kento’s head, as he reluctantly lets go off you and turns to face the horror in the flesh.

"Our most reticent Nanami has finally shown the world his gorgeous chosen one," the nearly bald, stocky man approaches you two with a broad smile, plastered on his face, exposing his porcelain teeth. His wrinkled face is adorned with a pathetically thin mustache, with gold-rimmed sunglasses perched on his nose. He smells of expensive alcohol and cheap cologne, you have time to notice a pair of huge rings on his fingers when he, without a second's hesitation, takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/n, Nanami doesn't spread himself too widely about his life, but your name almost never leaves his lips."

"Y/n, this is my boss, Mr...."

"I'm just Steve to you," he blurts out in a half-drunk grin, still not letting go of your hand. Kento’s eyes roll to the back of his head, as he rubs his temple tiredly, struggling to keep his cool.

"Nice to meet you...Steve," looking absolutely unimpressed, you gently pull your hand out of his iron grip, taking your now speechless with anger boyfriend, under his arm, and smiling with feigned gentleness, "Kento has told me a lot about you, thank you for inviting us to this wonderful dinner."

“Nah, that’s the best decision I’ve ever made,” he chuckles, “you should try to convince your man to go out more often, especially with such a beauty by his side, it should be a real pleasure. He has a great future, my dear, a great future,” he wagged his finger right in front of your face, “okay, lovebirds, I have to go… I have to go, I have to cheer up a couple of losers, whose careers I will destroy tomorrow.” And he bursts in an almost inhuman laugh that seems to make everyone in the room but him uncomfortable. “But I'll see you soon," and once again taking your hand in his leaves another loud, wet kiss on your palm before retreating to another direction.

“Ugh, what an asshole”, you wipe your hand on the soft fabric of your dress, "'so, did I get to act all happy? It was quite hard since I was affected by the sight of his awful mustache.”

Hearing no reply, you raised your head to meet the two agates that had been staring back at you for a long time, gleaming adoringly. Kento's face is playing with the brightest smile you've seen this evening.

“What?” you frown, not sure where the sudden burst of amusement is coming from.

“Nothing”, he smiles wider, “just glad I'm here with you. Speaking of which, why don't we sneak out of here right now?” he holds out his hand to you.

“I thought you'd never ask”, you let out a sigh of relief, intertwining your fingers, as you quietly head for the exit. Away from the lying people and cruel games, quietly grumbling about various little things along the way. He carries a pair of your uncomfortable heels in one hand as you walk beside him in your evening dress and favorite sneakers, clinging to him tighter and thinking that the world isn't so bad when you have someone to be grumpy with.

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Absolutely sad new lore for Lilith but also some hcs for the people of Baal.

I like to think that in the culture that Sanguinius and Lilith grew up in carved bones both for funeral and just in general. It's to the point that when Lilith sees all the bones used for decorations by the Imperium, she finds it terribly tacky to have uncarved bones. This is also how she ended up bonding with Sevatarion, Dorn, and Fulgrim.

Fulgrim might seem weird, but like, imagine her complaining to him about the tackiness of just using plain bones for everything. They'd get along.

Dorn finding Lilith carving some bones whether it be human or animal, and then silently joining her as they carve together. Maybe even swapping techniques, or showing different designs or runes.

Sevetarion being surprised when she compliments his bones carved with Night Lord Runes, and is even more surprised to find that she's not disturbed at all by it and even pleased by the fact he doesn't leave his bones unadorned. So they end up getting along and bonding over it, especially when she shows the bones she's carved.

But now onto the sad part, you know how I said the People of Baal, or rather the Blood carved bones for funerals? Yea, Lilith carved Sanguinius' bones to both prepare him for his burial and as a way of mourning. It was also a way to help put him back together after his death, even replacing his broken feathers with those of her own. I imagine a couple of her Uncles like Guilliman were horrified by what she was doing to her father's corpse, but Leman and Dorn were very understanding of why she was doing it.

It was very different from how she carved bones before, usually Dorn and the others had only see her art, the way that the bones weren't exactly carved with anything other in mind then to be pretty, but Sanguinius' bones...were carved with deliberate intent. Runes and sigils form a story, marks that any of the Blood would recognize to be that of an Honoured warrior and Father. Each Carving holding a meaning and made by the love of a grieving daughter.

It would be past into mythos of how the Angel's daughter carved each bone painstakingly, though in the wider Imperium it would be changed that a priestess blessed the angel's body before he was laid to rest, filled with imperial propaganda of the God Emperor and Sanguinius as a saint. Meanwhile on baal, the story told is much closer to the truth, focusing on the daughter's grief, and how she wept blood as she carved each bone as any daughter should for their parents. Both myths are often told on Saguinala, and in the Imperium it's the reason why they make small dolls that then embroidered to represent the Daughter and what she did, though they don't know it's because she carved the bones of the Great Angel anymore after ten thousand years. And after the devastation of Baal, only the blood angels and their successor chapters know the truth anymore aside from Lilith and her two uncles.

[monstercampus]

Ellie my birthday is coming up soon!! can I ask how the monsters on campus celebrate the little human's birthday?

omg happy birthday my love!!!! i hope you have/had a wonderful day <333

A lot of monster species don't actually celebrate birthdays, so it's a new concept for them! Some cultures and species acknowledge it but don't have celebrations, some celebrate communal birthdays annually with one huge party for everyone, and others have a variety of practices that vary from place to place and race to race. But anybody who knows even a little bit about humans knows they love to celebrate their day of birth, so they'd work really hard to make you feel welcome and happy even though you're far from home!

For one, a lot of your fellow students and friends will consult professors like Dr. Wellwright for help--their resident harpy and human expert has all sorts of books piled high on his shelves on human behavior, plus he's spent the most time with humans in their own spaces as an alumni of a previously humans-only university, so he has lots of wisdom to offer! He'll help divy up tasks for everyone so all your friends can feel like they're pitching in for you <3 It'll be like its own event on campus: preparing for their first human student's (surprise) birthday party!

Obviously Priam and Anton are heading this operation as your roommates, so their co-operation is tested to the limits as they prepare the dorm with a subtle hand. The party's gonna take place elsewhere so everyone involved can attend, but they've first got to make sure that nothing's out of place for the day itself; cleaning the apartment is one thing, but they're also gonna make sure you get a proper introduction to the day with breakfast and a small present or two--they don't want you to think everyone forgot, after all! So while they're gonna argue about what to make you to eat, and whether or not Priam can wake you with kisses and snuggles (because he cannot be trusted to let you up afterwards!) the shadow that lingers in your room will also prepare by conjuring up some sweet, pleasant dreams to show you the night before you wake up. They want to give you good dreams, but also let you indulge in those sweet, nostalgic memories of home so you have something to look back on fondly the moment you awaken.

In the meanwhile, Jelly and Ollie get tasked with the cake (supervised by prof Aryck, of course) which you would think would be a disaster....and it is! But a tasty one. Ollie wants to make sure the baking is perfect, but Jelly's all wrapped up in making sure you have a selection of everything you could want. So while she's hustling around with a million different ingredients and a dozen different recipes going at the same time, Ollie's rushing behind her to dial down the oven temperatures and fix the mistakes in the batter bowls she leaves behind. By the end the kitchen will be a right mess, and Ollie will be exhausted, but they'll have a spread to be proud of to present to you--and Jelly will clean up the aftermath in the kitchen as recompense. Besides, nobody wants to see Aryck get mad over a careless, left-behind kitchen mess. Your holes would likely never recover

Being the muscle of the operation, the werewolves on the team will task themselves with setting up your party space, with Tentacles offering aid in sprucing up the place and keeping things clean and Huxley bringing along the orcs to build some nice tables and chairs for everyone to use. Initially the plan would be to host it inside, but they'll end up setting everything up out by the beach on the lake--that way you can enjoy the nice weather and have a swim if you'd like! Plus, some of the monsters in attendance (ie. Nessie, the Kraken, Tentacles, Jelly, etc) don't do well without water for long stretches of time, so it's a win-win! They'll also have their resident gorgon August shyly offering up some flower arrangements to decorate with, and though they'll be scarce during the event they'll leave a little present for you behind with a singing snapdragon barette inside.

Lidya and Jude have the task of gathering up entertainment, to which there's no better option than to pull out the big guns and set up the most impressive games they have to offer. Lidya will rig up their biggest DDR-style machine (safely away from the shoreline) along with a bunch of other group games for everyone to play, as well as a couple beach balls and a football to keep the wolves enriched. And whether by choice or through bribery Jude will get his program loaded into the dance machine so he can participate, and so you can see him too!

You wouldn't think it would be a necessity, but Efraim, Zombie, and King Bee all share the responsibility of keeping your birthday a secret, too. As liked as you are by many, there's still enough scrutiny from those other monsters that your friends know there's a chance of them trying to screw it all up. The last thing they want is for some unwanted guests to crash your party or just make you feel bad with mean comments on your special day, so the three of them work for weeks to make sure that nobody that's not invited stumbles upon your party by the beach or even knows it's your birthday until it's all over. As an added precaution, Cyrus guards the event from a respectable distance, so even if someone does come by he can turn them away before they even get close. Nobody in their right mind wants to be on the other end of those hooves anyways.

And there are some who, even if they aren't at your party for long or at all, celebrate in their own little ways with you. Elyos, the statue outside your apartment, hands you a little bouquet when you walk by because the pixies told him about your birthday--and they helped pick the flowers, too! They'll slip you a little card they made alongside it, along with enough birthday kisses to match every year all over your pretty face! And though Isaac is forbidden from attending, he'll still have a gift for you that he sneaks into your pocket as you walk by....but he can't quite bring himself to hand over the letter he wrote and rewrote a hundred times, so that one he keeps to himself. Later, he promises himself.

Some of your profs will make a brief appearance at the event as well, but most of them will stick to cards and small gifts given to you beforehand or after class. Cookies from Aryck, a handmade music box from Sheela, a prized treasure from the Dean's hoard, woven mittens from Mr. M, a raven-feather quill from the Doctor, a spiritual enlightenment pamphlet from the Archangel.....all manner of things, but each one with plenty of thought behind it, you can rest assured. Everyone has so much fun at your party, they'll insist on doing the same next year too! In fact, they all might want to start celebrating more birthdays just so everyone can get together and have fun all over again! You might have to move into a bigger room to fit all the gifts you'll get, though--some of the things the monsters come up with are just wild.

[fireworksanon]

Okay okay

But like this has also been going around my head like:

There is absolutely no chance every borrower eats crackers and just bread so an idea sparked in me:

Borrower cousine!

Like borrowers having specific recipes with ingredients humans don't usually try to eat. Like: flipping dandelion jelly! Or grasshopper soup or something or drying out grass and making tea from it (I used to eat grass as a kid lol)

Thanka to my extensive 2021 cottagecore 9hase I can confirm this would 100% be it.

In my mind borrowers arent just 'humans but little', they have their own culture and customs and foods and delicasies. Of course there's a difference between borrowers in smaller vs larger groups, but the premise is the same.

Did you know that you can make paint out of flower petals? Because imagine traveling through the woods with your friends, a white rock catching your eye. Overturning the stone, theres a teeny tiny piece of tree bark (The thin, paper-like part iykwim) and there's a little painting on it, depicting what seems to be a story

Imagine the culture and myths surriunding humans, shit would be absolutely insane! It's either they're 'if you're seen, you're dead. they are animals, they kill like animals.' or they're 'if you're seen, you're dead. humans are too intelligent to be empathetic, they will not listen to your pleading.' and it creates an absolutely horrifying picture of humans either being driven by the animalistic need to kill, or being basically god level smart HDOSKSK

Ough and the FOODDD

Dandelion jam is brilliant btw!! Ough putting it on little itty bitty breads that they baked.. EHEUZBAKAJ

They'd find ways to scavenge and recycle as much material as they can, using leftover dandelion stems to make whats basically cellery, putting it in little stews (generally with I'd like to think meat from rodents or other small things?)

If they manage to get a strawberry, it's a wonderful day. Depending on the size of the borrower colony they'd be able to get ALOT out of it, making jams and jellies and outright munching on it. And bigger fruit like lemons or oranges? They'd get as much juice as they could into containers, and use the dried out flesh as decoration or spices!:D They use the peels for a multitude of things ofc (including spices and maybe even insulation?)

Imagine them hunting beetles and using the non-edible parts as armor

..I really rambled here I apologize BDKSK

[flusteredfools]

First off, love ur work & ur au.

The LoZ au was such a good read & I absolutely love the fluff & hurt in Feafull hearts.

Keep it up~

On a different note had artisan y/n ever thought of making candy? I can't help imagining sprite sun getting a sugar high & zooming around.

Aww thank you!! 💕💕 I'm so glad you like them! The LoZ AU I know seems like a weird crossover to some but I'm glad overall people liked it! I'm still looking forward to the drabbles I have planned for them. And I'm already getting sad that Faeful Hearts is starting to get closer to the end; it was originally only meant to be a 10 chapter short story but I've fallen so in love with my own creation that it's now been spread out over 20 chapters and still going... XD As for your question, yes! Artisan Y/N loves to dabble in a bit of everything and anything, and candy making would be right up their alley! From simple candies like milk caramels and chocolate melts to finer skilled ones like sugar sculptures, they'd want to try it all; and much to their Fae partners' delight. Assorted candy trays make great holiday gifts after all. If Sun and Moon had their way though, Artisan Y/N wouldn't be sharing any of their sweet creations with anyone but them; but after letting them sample all the treats one day only to find the myth of a sugar rush for humans is not a myth for their Fae Neighbors, well they had to pay a bit more attention to how much they spoil their loving Fae spouses.

If you'd like, please enjoy this small drabble inspired by your ask that's below the cut!

Sugar Highs & Hayrides - Part One

Faeful Hearts Side Drabble - Artisan Y/N x Fae Sun x Fae Moon (word count: 1353)

CW: kisses and playful Fae, very minor main story spoilers (I think that's it but please let me know if I missed anything)

The Autumn breeze blows chilly air across the wind chimes outside the kitchen window, while you work on the final batch of treats for the Many Hands Shelter’s Halloween party tonight. With no children of your own and your home being too far outside the small town, you wouldn’t be seeing any trick-or-treaters, no littles dressed up in spooky or adorable costumes gracing your doorstep with small riddles or silly jokes. You can’t say it was a holiday you used to look forward to while you were growing up, though the boarding school did host a small dance and banquet, inviting family members to come and join in the festivities and show off what the students have been up to throughout the year; you never really partook in more than just the meal. 

Gregory would invite you to join him and the Glamrocks in a makeshift patrol of trick-or-treating; Gregory visiting houses for candy while the Glamrocks would split up and watch over children and help steer them from trouble. Though occasionally, the Fae would pull small pranks of their own on rowdy teenagers or those up to no good. But you’d politely decline more often than not. No costume to wear door to door and not usually feeling up to the pranks. So instead you’d retire back to your dorm room and keep yourself entertained with self-study, crafting or reading. 

But this year is different, this year you’re back home and have two loving husbands who greatly enjoy the holiday. They’ve told you tales from years in the past, how they’d take the time to relax and celebrate on Hallow’s Eve. Sun would spend time swapping in and out of his Glamours to be around the children, helping lost ones find their parents, picking up abandoned wrapped treats, admiring all the decorations humans would hang and place around their yards; and Moon would delight in startling anyone who crossed his path while he clung to the shadows in his animal Glamour, laughing alongside children and adults as jack-o-lanterns lined the sidewalks with a warm glow before claiming fallen candy as a reward for his tricks. 

You were more than happy to let them have the holiday to spend however they wished, even if it left you at home alone in the small cottage; after all you had no magic that would allow you to join in their pranks or guidance. However, Sun said he had a better idea and pulled out a flier from the Many Hands Shelter advertising a Halloween Party and requesting volunteers and donations and, well, you couldn’t think of a better way to spend the day. 

Moon volunteered to help them decorate the venue they rented and even offered to help make a haunted house attraction, and you had to remind him to make sure he didn’t go overboard, small scares were fine but you didn’t want any children or parents terrified; to which he replied “no promises~” with a sharp smirk. Sun had already been picking out the best pumpkins and squash from his garden to help children carve and paint their own jack-o-lanterns, as well as offer his truck and trailer for a night time hayride. 

In between helping them both with their projects, you decided to do the majority of baking treats for the event. Wanting to make it extra special you decided you’d make candy this year to go along with your cookies, cakes and brownies. You’d done a bit of research, getting everything you’d need to make your own sugar sculptures and chocolates; though most of the work could be done through candy molds. 

You just finished a tray of caramel and candied apples and slices, and were now working on dipping some blueberries and strawberries in colored melted sugar, planning on sculpting the blueberries into small spiders and the strawberries into bats; working the melted sugar similar to how you’d work glass. You wanted small works of art that children and adults could enjoy, posing the spiders on white candy sticks as if they were hanging from a web and the strawberry bats on pretzel sticks as if they were hanging from a branch. Figuring it would be an easier way to eat the treat without anyone getting their fingers too sticky. 

That’s not to say you didn’t have your fair share of mistakes with the candy; a decent size pile of broken sugar shards and chocolate chunks fill a bowl on the counter beside you. Though the bowl of misshapen treats isn’t as full as it once was, Sun keeps sneaking pieces out of it when he thinks you’re not looking when he comes in to help load up your trays of goodies for the party. You’ve let him get away with it a few times now, just so the bowl wouldn’t overflow while you still needed it, but now that you could see the bottom of it again it was time to cut the light Fae off. 

“Sunshine.” You lightly scold once you hear him approaching again as you finish packing up the last of the treats to load. His attention turns to you, hands that were about to reach for the bowl on the counter wrapping around your body instead.

“Yes, my Sweet?” He coos, placing a kiss to your lips before trailing them across your cheek. 

You giggle away from his kisses, “don’t you think you’ve had enough sugar for now?” He gasps and nuzzles his face against your neck, trailing new kisses as one hand draws circles into your hip.

“Never~ There’s no such thing as too much sugar, especially from someone as sweet as you~” he teases between kisses, drawing them back up your neck to your lips. You giggle again, pressing your own kisses back to his lips as you trail your fingers down his shoulder and arm of the hand not on your hip. 

“As kind as it is of you to say that, Sunshine, I would have to disagree.” You continue your path along his arm until you’re able to grip his wrist and remove the candy he was trying to steal literally from behind your back. “And I think a bowl full of sugar when I know you plan on having more at the party tonight is too much.” Sun clicks his tongue in disappointment of getting caught sneaking the candy, having thought he was distracting you well enough. He switches to a pout, trying to use his puppy eyes on you to make you give in like you always have before. You spread your free hand over his face to block it out and you turn your eyes. “No! Don’t even think about giving me the puppy pout. You know how you get when you have too much sweets and you have a group of children looking forward to a hayride tonight.” 

“But Blossom…” Sun whines at you, taking advantage of your hand across his face to place more kisses into and you feel your resolve melting away like the sugar still in the pot with each gentle touch. You let out a long sigh and you can feel the corners of Sun’s lips upturn into his winning grin. 

“You don’t get more now, so wipe that smirk.” You playfully huff at him, “but as long as you don’t get too hyped up on sugar that it will affect your driving, you can finish the bowl before we head over to the venue.” He places a firm kiss on your temple as he pulls away from you to load up the final dessert tray you finished. Sun spins himself and the dessert tray happily as he hums a tune in his victory as he leaves the kitchen. “You’ll still have to cut back on the desserts at the party!” You call after him and while you know he heard you, he didn’t respond. You let out a groan of mild regret as you start cleaning up the remains of your mess; trying not to think of the mess you’ll have on your hands later tonight when Sun doesn’t heed your warnings.

[miss-oranje-disco-dancer]

overdose delusion

pairing: javi x cocaine

cws: drugs, sex

a/n: i wrote this drabble a long time ago but i never posted it bc i didn't think anyone would care (and i doubt anyone will BUT i don't want it to get buried in my docs so here)

also, yes, i am an akira yamaoka stan (#1 artist of the year on spotify)

wc: 700

Everything goes to shit for the umpteenth time. Javi's not sure that anything ever goes 'right' – winning just means living to be thrown back into the ring with other victors of other fights, knowing that you're just one loss away from death. The morbid truth is that you're one of a billion flies on God's fruit ready to be flicked off his plate.

Eventually, after the DEA and the CIA kick every last drop of hope out of him, he remembers the phrase, 'if you can't beat 'em, join 'em'.

What that phrase initially referenced, Javi's not sure, but somehow, right now, it means throwing away all his years as a federal agent to try a line. People pay a lot for this shit – wads of cash, human lives, and they'd probably trade more if there was anything left to give. But what's so fucking great about it? The rush it gives you, the dopamine - that chemical that makes you happy. But, what is happiness anyway? Javi doesn't really remember. The CIA must've pocketed that along with all his already-wavering faith.

Despite having never done the drug himself, Javi knows a lot about cocaine. There are two ways to go about it: either he'll get it at a club, in a semi-safe and relatively familiar environment, but will risk getting a double dose of Splenda in a plastic bag, or, he can travel closer to the source.

Either way, he ends up in a seedy bathroom that's barely a reprieve from the constant pounding in his head, which returns at full force every time someone opens the door and then fades. It's the kind of place where you don't have to wonder how likely you are to contract a nasty infection because they've got mold and discarded needles scattered about like it's part of the decor.

A girl walks in, and no one really questions it because it's not like the bathrooms are a sacred space at such an establishment, and she starts digging through a clutch that matches her dress in the sense that it's far too small to fit everything inside. Javi wouldn't say the dress is sexy because the dress barely fucking exists and his eyes have fixated themselves on areas beyond the flimsy fabric that are visible without a sixth sense. The clutch only registers in his mind when he notices the hand mirror – the coke was of less interest to him, he's got some of his own and he'd already suspected that she was going to pull out such a substance due to, well, everything about her, but mostly her nose. With his charm, his good looks and a promise of something nicer, he ends up cutting lines on the mirror with a credit card rather than snorting it straight off the countertop where there looks to be traces of another white substance there that Javi doesn't dare touch.

It takes a second for the hit to, well, hit. But when it does, he looks to the woman next to him and sees her for who she is – a gorgeous girl, flirting with him, asking him to follow her upstairs. So he does. And he finds that upstairs is way nicer than downstairs (in terms of the building – if given the choice between her upstairs and downstairs, he'd die happily in either place).

She gets that promise, and then some. He takes her from behind, pushes her face into the mattress, and fucks her like he hates her, and then, cradles her head, even dares to kiss her when he gives himself to her in slow, even thrusts. Between rounds they find the time for a line each.

The euphoria of an orgasm while high is a unique level of ecstacy. He swears his vision goes white when he feels the sensation rushing through his veins, like a spark of electricity before blowing a fuse. When the feeling fades, he wipes his nose and there's blood. A lot of blood. It's fine until it doesn't stop and the pounding in his head is back - the door must be open, and the woman's not below him anymore, so he takes her spot on the mattress. He lies down but before he closes his eyes, the world fades to black.

[vellhighbandi]

Dreams...

You know for the longest time I thought the dream I had for my life was something wierd. Everyone I knew had these magnanimous opulent visions of a future they'd like to have, a family, a big mansion, world tour, fame... And I... For the longest time I dreamt of having a future where I wouldn't be judged by my family, for not loving choosing medical, for not being the girl who got their names in the papers. I always had the fear of what if I am not good enough, what if I fail, what if--- So I kept my dreams simple. A small house in the country, not very exotic, next to the pond in my own village. Some dogs, two horses and a baby elephant, and me. I'd have been happy. Teaching the kids in the village. Or maybe the adults too. Helping them plan their farms better. Have a planned planting sequence and helping clean the river that flowed right beside the village from that murky muddy brown with wierd bubbles floating on it to sort of clean clear stream... The bridge across the river finally getting completed and the roads being used being traffic and some random travellers stopping by to just take in the local peaks and sights. I hadn't even been brave brave enough to think of a partner in those dreams. I was pretty sure no one would want a disappointment like me...

Then I grew up. Not by much. I still have a whole lifetime before me (touchwood). Now my dream started ripping at the seams... Approval from family... That was never gonna be true. Not even when they got their dream of having their name and their photos splashed across the front page. They weren't happy. Wanted more. The thing about humans is that they aren't very different from animals, if you won't reward good behaviour and just punish bad behaviour... They'll eventually stop trying. No carrots only sticks can take you only so far... And having those animals in my farm... They need permit. And having a Husky or German shepherd in the climate is torture for those animals. And the villagers that seemed so welcoming to a 6 year old weren't that good from the eyes of a 13 year old child that had given up on ever being loved at all...

Couldn't remain without a dream for long now could I? So compromise it is. Do what the fam says. Get a job. Move out. Make money. Financial independence is the priority now... But then. I feel in love with writing. What a tragedy. Right? Straight A's student. IIT was just within grasp and what do you choose. Literature. Not even a proper Arts subject to go ahead and become IAS. But literature. What are you gonna do live in poverty all your life like Munshi Premchand and let your descendants have your royalties... Oh wait. You need a partner for descendants and proper talent for the royalties to even exist... So leeching on your family till you die. Better we get you married.

Hmm. The picture clears a bit. The mystery that came into my life when I should have been awaiting my Hogwarts letter was finally finding it's pieces. It wasn't a suicide without reason then. They just never took the obvious into account.

Sweet 16. The age where girls find guys to crush on. First relationships blossom... Here I was losing friends like falling dominoes. Losing hope with the dandelion blows away in the wind. This was supposed to be about dreams so let's come back to that... Sweet 16. Had to think of a dream achievable that maybe didn't sound so miserable. A job is a necessity. Animals we could do without. A house edging the wilderness cause Nature is the least I can hope to have. Pretty simple. A house in the woods. Some birds to feed every morning and night. A room in the house to decorate how I wish to be the one who I want to be, an author, a poet, an otaku for all that cares. Just as long as I remember to leave, close the door behind, I could live my dream... or atleast some part of it. Maybe not weekly treks and hikes, but maybe could find a way to sneak a yearly getaway to some cozy little cabin in the woods. That was all this little girl could dream after rationalising every wild fantasy that came to her...

[silverselfshippingchaos]

👀 any of the halloween asks you wanna do!!!

HELLO FRIEND!!!!

1. do you & your f/o decorate your house? if you have an idea of what it looks like, show us!

Okay so!!! I'm gonna answer this one for K.yohei, my beloved husband!

(I am going to climb him like a tree and kiss him all over.)

Honestly? K.yohei isn't super huge on decorating. His friends go absolutely nuts over it though, so he loves watching their madness! Ash isn't too wild about decorating either. It's just another day, right? May as well hang up some fake webs and call it a day!

But being around the influence of K.yohei's wild ass (affectionate) friends and having their own place means that they're more open to the thought! They hang up some lights and decorations (note that all the hanging is K.yohei since he is significantly taller than Ash is)!

Ash's favorite thing to do is bake spooky-themed treats! Although my G.intama S/I is a professional baker, many of my S/Is share a love for baking.

But also! Ash suggests carving pumpkins together. I've never done it before, and neither has he.

(The real reason why Ash brought it up is so she could watch his arms flex as he works. He's surprisingly buff under the jacket!)

Overall, this couple doesn't go too wild over Halloween, but doing small bits of decorating is a really fun way to spend time with each other. And there is absolutely nothing I love more than spending time with him.

2. is your f/o from a horror movie/game/series? if not, would you make an AU where they were (like a vampire AU or something similar)?

I'm gonna answer this for my wife! KH is indeed nightmare fuel sometimes, but I wouldn't call it horror!

However, there's a lot of art out there about A.qua as a vampire and it happens to make me extremely flustered. It's almost embarrassing how much the thought makes me blush!

So I do have an AU where A.qua is vampire and Ash is a human (a vampire hunter as well) and... uh... They fight. A lot. Mouth-to-mouth combat.

I also have another AU written where the roles are reversed and Ash is a vampire! I love Vampire Ash since she's just so goofy. One of my favorite moments from a fic I have written about it is where Ash asks for A.qua's name while sipping blood from a wine glass. A.qua says her name and Ash gets all confused and looks at her glass of blood.

"A.qua? No, you silly goose! This is blood!"

And it makes me smile when I think about it because it's just so goofy.

Anyhow!

The pair have been separated for a decade, so whenever they reunite in K.H3, they want to spend a lot of time together. Whenever they were little and they got a break from E.raqus' training (or they snuck out at night hehe! Ash's idea ofc), they'd watch the stars together. Talk about all the different universes out there. How much they'd like to explore them all.

So I think that they should take a trip to Halloween Town! It's a running gag that Ash gets extremely blushy over all of the outfits A.qua throughout the different worlds. I think A.qua's outfit there would be a vampire costume, and Ash is very much not focused. Normally Ash's outfit covers most of her body but oh nooo suddenly her neck is exposed!!! Whatever shall A.qua do??

(you should've seen them whenever they went to Atlantis and were both mermaids LMAO Ash was blushing the same red as her tail!)

But yeah! Ash thinks A.qua is the most stunning woman ever in every single spooky AU.

[respondedinkind]

@ssolessurvivor asked: " how did you get this scar? " [Memes I recently reblogged | always accepting]

Khan's body doesn't really scar, not at all; His impeccable self-healing abilities allow for injured tissue to grow back together without ever leaving a trace, causing cuts, slices, holes, tears and everything else to fade away as if nothing has ever happened to begin with.

That means his body also doesn't tell a story when it comes to his past - does not tell of moments filled with agony he's been forced to suffer through, of moments where he'd almost died but not quite, of moments where he'd roughly sewn himself back together on the battlefield while fighting a war meant to bring honor to the rulers of his rome planet.

... However, the very same body which never scars, which heals almost every kind of injury, which pumps blood through his veins that humans would probably call a miracle by itself, actually broke its own rules just once.

Because here Logan is, having found that single scar that decorates Khan's skin, with his thumb tracing it as he speaks; A little thing it is, almost appearing like a dent, sitting next to the right corner of his mouth, along the lower edge of his bottom lip. It's not impressive by any means, could very well just be a thing he was born with, a simple flaw...

But it's not. It is a real scar. One that was caused by an actual injury that has long since healed ...and only remains as a memory, edged into the crooks of Khan's brain.

Now his lover, his beloved, his human, asks about it - his voice quiet and soft within the comfortable silence of the evening, causing a set of blue eyes that have previously fallen closed to flick back open.

Logan asks, and he shall receive an answer - because Khan would tell him anything he wants to know, no matter how personal, how sensitive, how mundane or important.

"By force.", are the first words that leave a set of full lips; The sun has long set, the cabin's only lit by a small lamp that offers just enough light to see but keeps their surroundings feeling warm, calm and cozy at the same time. A fire crackles inside the hearth, making the air smell like wood; Khan loves the scent, his eyes focusing on the dancing flames which reflect in the bright of his irises.

"---I disobeyed.", he continues after a while, lips parting briefly before they close again. A second passes, another, a set of nostrils flare as he inhales, then exhales. "And I was punished for that. For hours, I assume. When they were finished with me, with the task that had been given to them, I couldn't feel my face anymore. ---I didn't dare to look into the mirror once I was able to get up from the floor."

He was too afraid to see what they'd done to him, afraid of what he would see instead of his own, well-known features.

A set of eyes falls closed again, unable to keep open as the previously mentioned memories flare back up; He can still taste the copper sticking to the roof of his mouth, can still remember how much it had hurt to breathe, can still experience how raw his skin had felt as he'd tentatively ran his fingertips across his face---

"... I couldn't eat for a full week, because I wasn't able to move my jaw or swallow anything else than liquids. Most of my teeth were gone, too. It took an additional week for me to be able to breathe though my nose. I think I wasn't able to see for... three or four days. I couldn't hear on my left ear for just as long. Something like that. Sensation only returned to my features after all of that... little by little, over the course of weeks."

His body managed to reconstruct his face, to bring back what had been lost due to the punishment he'd received: New teeth appeared, his lips grew back together, so did his jaw, his cheekbones, his nose; His eyes recovered, his senses returned, so did his ability to smell, to taste, to feel anything touching his skin.

Khan knows what he'd looked like, despite not peeking into a mirror. He's seen it on others, he's seen what has been done to them. Pictures of cruelty that are hard to digest, even for him, a man who was meant to become a heartless, stone-cold elite soldier.

Once again, a set of nostrils flares, inhales the scent of burned wood, of Logan sitting close to him; Khan turns his face so that he can rub the tip of his nose along the side of the blonde's neck, displaying the affection he feels, keeping himself calm this way by searching for closeness in the most subtle way possible. One more inhale, more of his partner's scent. It sets his mind at ease.

"---When I eventually had to look at myself again, somewhere during the healing process, I, thankfully so, was not met with the sight of raw flesh anymore. But I wasn't healed either; My skin had only partially reattached itself, created lines and crevices that still bled, that still ripped apart when I moved too much. My mouth was..."

... Khan doesn't add to that. He doesn't want to go too deep into the gruesome details of what his reflection has looked like back then. So he swallows, allows a second to pass, then continues.

"However, in the end, all the injuries healed well, as we can see. ---But... the scar on my bottom lip remained. For some reason my body wasn't able to heal the tissue without leaving an imperfection behind. And that's how I got the scar."

An imperfection that should not exist, yet does. Perhaps that fact alone is telling enough.

[slimestudy]

"It's rather simple, really", I said as I poured hot water from the kettle into my cup, "Both of you should be able to understand my reasoning with ease". The duo seated at the dinner table I had to set in my living room courtesy of how small my kitchen was stared at one another in silence, no doubt trying to quietly egg on the other to ask the question that I knew to be on their minds. I walked past them and sat on the sofa, it was beyond me why they chose to sit on the uncomfortable wooden chairs I'd gotten cheap from the flea market. I watched on as the tea swirled in my cup slowly, the aroma slowly being released into the air. "I am well aware that my nature gives me some... skills.. that both of your employers are highly interested in, but they are far too dangerous to be used to do, well, anything with", the gentle red tinted colour of darjeeling was calling upon me, telling me to take just one sip, to relax and let my guard down, but I couldn't. Not yet.

"With all due respect, shouldn't someone with the powers you do possess use them precisely because they have them?"

Ah... humans and their foolishness, how it never ceases to both surprise and to agonise me. It's always about power and money... especially the money, as in this world, having money means that ultimately, you are the one to hold onto the power.

"Precisely! You are effectively a god! You could do so much! You could end wars! Destroy nations! Create new ones! You could make everything so much better, so why", "Why what."

Both of my "guests" were annoyed with me, they didn't see it, they failed to comprehend it. The weight that was upon my shoulders at any given moment.

"Why are you lowering yourself to... this", the other one looked around my simple and barebone apartment in clear disgust, the white and mostly empty walls that I still hadn't decorated with anything, I hadn't had the energy, nor time, to do so. I finally took the tea bag out of the cup, dropping two tea spoons of sugar and a dash of milk in its stead, just enough to change the colour of the tea, but not to turn it pale. "I am comfortable with what I have so far, and I'd rather not be used as a weapon by any nation to deal with a conflict. Besides", I took a sip of the tea at long last, feeling its warmth creep through my body, "It isn't my responsibility to repair what was broken by others. If anything, those who have caused the problems to begin with should be stepping up and fixing things themselves, give out formal apologies and then be made to agree to never start conflicts ever again".

I glanced lazily at the duo, one of them was dressed in black, other in white, with wearing simple masks. Normally, one would be inclined to believe that one of them was evil while the other was good. I know better. Nothing in this world is black and white, there are countless colours, both named and unnamed hues, that dye the reality with their colour. Only a fool would think that everything was so plain and easy to understand. Life isn't a government propaganda made show.

But... my answer could be taken the wrong way, it could be understood as if I was saying that I had no interest in seeing a world be at peace at long last. It could be taken as me not caring about the countless of people who were suffering even now. That isn't what my answer means to me.

What I meant with my meaning was plain and simple.

I want the culprits to be apprehended and brought to true justice and be made to atone for their sins. I want the rich government people who made these decisions to be forced to build the nations they destroyed back up with their own two hands, slowly, painfully, replacing every broken brick, go through every single broken family, bow down so low that their lips touch the very soil they bathed in blood, and explain themselves. Explain to those people why they thought that their friends and family deserved to die, tell what they had done, be made aware of the suffering and the shame they'd brought upon themselves and their own blood with this decision, beg for forgiveness as the whole world is watching them bare their own ugliness for all to see, and the victims are told clear and fair "You don't have to forgive. But for the sake of your own soul, do not seek revenge by attacking the people this person failed to represent in their own ugliness. If you want revenge, make this person and those who supported them while fully aware of their agenda rebuild what was destroyed, have them pay in money what they stole, and then... name the punishment you see fit for this person and their supporters, and only them".

I don't want to be the one to end the conflicts, for that is not my cross to bear, for I am not aware of the true facts and what has been going on. And throughout human history one can clearly see...

"A solution forced upon people by a third party has a habit of breaking through sooner or later", I finally said after I gathered up my many thoughts about the matter that had been swirling within my brain, like a confused school of fish in a far too small aquarium, "The only way to force the different sides to peace often requires there to be no other parties outside of the third one poking around, and even then the third party would have to constantly keep watch over the two, without ever picking sides even if a war was to break out again. And to ensure that a war wouldn't break out, you'd have to have a force far more powerful and scary threaten both sides equally".

I took another sip of my tea, idly wondering if I had any biscuits left from the time my siblings came for a visit. "I've observed that only when there is a threat large enough, that is when humans are willing to out their differences aside and work together", I've long since distanced myself from my peers, my own species, not because of feeling far more superior to them, but rather because I grew to be too horrified of what I saw other humans do. History of the mankind, is a horror story. A horror story with only one ending, total annihilation of the mankind itself as it struggles with concepts and rules as simple as "Be kind to one another" and "Be kind to yourself".

The two representatives of the so called hero group and the villain group were saying something, but to be frank with you I couldn't care less of their attempts of persuasion. I had no intention of joining either side, not now, not ever. It was starting to get tiring in that way that it made me feel annoyed. Why couldn't they understand what my point of view was, how could they just see the power and not the drawbacks of having it? It doesn't matter that I have it if the price for using it is giving up what little remains of my mental stability and the possibility of having a life at all.

If I were to start helping people now, I'd have to help everyone, and unlike a superhero in some comic book, I wouldn't be able to stop to even take a break to breathe. And that'd eventually lead to me destroying this world, including everyone and everything I hold dear in it, just because I wouldn't be able to take the pressure.

If I were to step to the villain side of things.. Well... first of all, while I do feel like I have been wronged in my life many a times, I am not vengeful enough to seek revenge on anyone. If anything I'd probably end up doing something that gets labelled as terrorism like.. oh I don't know, revitalising the forests the big companies have been trying their best to cut down in their search for wealth? And then attacking the CEOs and such? And overtime I'd get so frustrated with the lack of progress that I'd just... wipe the earth empty from human life and let nature reclaim its old territories.

The ending would always be the same.

Being overwhelmed, frustration, madness, and then... emptiness as I'd stare at the barren lands, free of the humanity, lone.

Would I go mad over time from grief? Would I seek to recreate the humanity in my loneliness? I don't know.

But I am tired.

So so tired.

"Let's put it like this... I am not mentally strong enough to start doing any of the work either side wants me to", I said as I put my now empty cup down and stood up, "I am sorry, but I will have to decline the offers once more". I turned at my guests and smiled thinly, hoping that this time, this time, the two organisations would get the hint. "There is no long-term merit for me that'd come from joining your organisations, and to be more precise", I opened my eyes to stare at them coldly, smile still present on my lips, "If I were to use my powers, I'd overtime go insane and wipe this entire planet off of the solar system. For the sake of yourselves, stop asking me to join you in your cause or to use my powers".

The duo nodded quietly, muttering to themselves that they hadn't even thought about that. And as they walked over to the door, I spoke one last time.

"One more thing, please stop referring to me as a God or the Devil or an Angel or a Demon, while my powers may look like they could be applied to biblical texts and how these entities work, that is not how I work, I am a reality bender, and I do have my limits."

I never saw them again.

You’re secretly the most powerful super powered individual, but refuse to become a hero or villain no matter how many offers you get from the Hero League or the Apocalypse Core

[casspurrjoybell-24]

My Mate - Chapter 8 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Kicking my legs like a small pup, I tried to hold still as Dr. Anderson finished the stitching above my left brow.

It most definitely wasn't my first time at the clinic and I doubt it'll be my last but Jade looked a little pale as she watched the doctor work.

Jade's the cake decorator at the bakery and she now blamed herself for my current state.

It wasn't her fault, I just wasn't paying attention and when she came into the kitchen happily greeting me, I jumped and slipped.

My head smacked the edge of the counter and I got up like nothing happened while Jade freaked out at the sight of all the blood.

The wound was too deep to heal on its own fast enough, so I needed stitches.

They'll probably only be in for a day or two and I'll be as good as new with an additional scar.

"All done," Dr. Anderson said, patting my leg and I hoped up, almost falling again but the good doctor steadied me.

"Come in tomorrow so I can check if they can come out."

I nodded along, my eyes scanning the posters labeling parts of the body.

"Thank the Moon Goddess you're okay, there was so much blood," Jade sighed, holding onto my arm as if to keep me from falling again.

She was older than me but not by much, only in her early twenties.

She's Mrs. Tilly's granddaughter.

I was surprised by how nice she was to me, seeing as everyone looks down on me or pretends I don't exist at all.

"It wasn't that bad," I shrug, walking through the automatic doors of the clinic.

There was a few humans on staff but most of them are Mated to Werewolves or know about us through family.

The clinic that assist both Werewolves and humans is in town and closer than having to go to the pack house.

"Your skull was visible," Jade exclaims, looking at me like I'd bumped my head.

To be fair, I did.

I shrugged again.

You'd think wolves wouldn't be so sensitive to blood or open wounds but they are.

Mostly because the stronger the werewolf the faster they heal and they rarely have to see their injuries.

"Come on, lets go get ice cream," she sighed making me smile and speed up some.

It's never too cold for ice cream.

Although they do sell soup in the colder months.

I don't know why an ice cream parlor would but they do.

I held the door open for Jade because I'm a gentleman.

Plus my mom would talk my head off if she ever got word of me being impolite.

My eyes instantly went to the loud table of Werewolves my age but more specifically, my eyes went to Jasper Killian and Kelly Webb who was on his lap.

I wanted to shave off her eyebrows.

For the first time since I've developed a crush on Jasper, I didn't go up to him and try to start conversation.

Instead, I pouted and followed Jade who was looking over the ice cream choices.

I ordered vanilla with cookie dough chunks, chocolate sprinkles and caramel drizzled over.

Jade looked into my bowl with interest and I decided to be nice and let her have a taste.

But only a taste because I'm not that sharing.

Especially when it's ice cream or food in general.

We got a table by the window and I hum along as Jade tells me about a cake she's decorating for a newly Mated pairs ceremony.

Wolves that weren't higher ups of the pack had small ceremonies for family and friends.

Sometimes the Alpha Pair would stop by or they'd congratulate the pair at the next pack meet.

See, my future mate and I will have a big ceremony where everyone in the pack will come.

It's very similar to a humans wedding but by the end of it there's a run and the Mated Pair goes off to... Mate.

My face warmed up at the thought and I looked across the room at Jasper.

Only to pout again because that she-wolf was still on his lap with her fingers messing up his perfect hair.

Now that I knew he was gay, I felt slightly better.

I still don't like that female though and I don't like the attention my Jasper gives her.

Jade gasped and I turned to see her looking out the window while fixing her black bangs.

"What?" I asked, before groaning at the sight of Robert crossing the street.

Why is he everywhere?

Well, the town is small and he's my brother's best friend but he's everywhere!

"He's coming this way," Jade said breathlessly and I rolled my eyes.

"It's just Robert."

"Robert as in our future Alpha and... and look at him. Oh Moon Goddess..."

I looked back out the window and scrunched up my nose.

He was in his regular leather jacket and combat boots.

I guess I could see what she's getting at.

If you're into that kind of thing, that cliché bad boy look.

He has a nice jaw and he's tall and muscular.

Not muscular where it looks like he lives in the gym but not lean either.

Kind of just right.

However, that's not my type.

I liked lean muscles and males who look like they bathe every morning, not just roll out of bed.

He had those aviator glasses on even though it was cloudy and it looked like he was looking right at me.

I couldn't be sure though.

Jade was fixing her shirt when he came in wearing a smirk that lifted one side of his lips.

"Hey Robert," I said loudly, unable to hold off my evil grin.

He turned towards me slowly, his jaw clenching and unclenching.

My grin grew into a wide smile and I gave a small wave.

"What happened to you?" he asked, stopping in front of our table and reaching out to touch my forehead.

"I fell," I said with a shrug, slapping his hand away as I kicked Jade's foot under the table.

The female was staring with her mouth open.

Something was going to fly in there.

"It must of been bad if you needed stitches. Are you okay?" he asked, taking off his glasses and grabbing my head to look closer.

I smacked his hands away irritably.

"I'm fine."

"Seems like it, brat."

"Thank you for caring, Robert," I said sweetly with an innocent smile.

"Not trying to talk to your boyfriend?" Robert asked with a knowing smirk, effectively making my face burn.

Jade looked at me curiously.

"I don't have a boyfriend," I squeaked.

"Right," Robert said as if he'd forgotten.

"In that head of yours, you're already a mated pair," he snickered and I punched him in the stomach.

He didn't even seem to feel it and I huffed, rubbing my hand.

Why was his stomach so hard?

Robert pulled over a chair from the empty table behind him and sat down next to me, his arm stretching across the back of my chair.

"Hey Jade," Robby said, making the flustered female stutter out a response.

I glared at the side of his face until his brown eyes met mine.

"Why are you here?"

Robby smirked and leaned closer so only I could hear.

"Why? Got any plans?"

My nose scrunched up, making him chuckle.

"Jasper needed a ride."

"Oh."

I looked over at Jasper to see him watching us and I smiled, getting a smile in return.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

you know, in almost every horror movie ive seen where the premise is that the whole family/community are cannibals and th3ey just have whole rooms for bodies to be hanging about in different pieces

like...99% of the movies just have it in some filthy shed or room covered in old blood and mold, with flies and meat hanging up sans refrigeration

like how has the whole ass cmmunity or family not died from rotten meat? from salmonella? half the time they don't even clean the bodies before they kill them so they're caked in mud

pretty sure humans have weird shit that lives on our skin just chilling and waiting for a cut or microtear to get inside and cause chaos

you would think an entire household or town dedicated to luring tourists and murdering them for meat would have discovered a more efficient and food safe way to do it.

not to MENTION like how does this happen? you go to a town meeting one day and on the ballot is a) lowering the speed limit around the school, b) funding the community garden restoration, and c) becoming a covert murder factory for fun, food and frivolity...

Things that would make more sense than a hotel that traps people: a SPA

the people coming in are usually the health-conscious type, they have some form of bath or soak throughout the process, they're relaxed, and you could put paralytics in the facemasks or something

not to mention, most rural towns (where this shit is usually set?) have butchers and mobile butchers at that with their own set up and clean room type equipment. there's heaps in our area. Wouldn't it be less suspicious to have them turn up, grab the bodies and transport them to another area for dismemberment? People are used to mobile butchers doing this sort of thing with cowsa, pigs, goats, etc. Plus they'd at least have clean equipment and less chance of unsanitary items used for the dispersement of meat etc.

The butcher shop would be the first place you'd think of for cold storage, but what about the freezers in the local supermarket? Assuming there's a walk-in and everyone's on board so the new people in town won't squeal to anyone.

The local ice cream truck or shop? Maybe?

If it's small enough the pub might have one of those converted shipping containers out back that's now a giant freezer.

Not sure how they'd store it, but like there has to be a better premise for the horror of the movie than 'opened fridge in dirty house to find a head or fingers'.

I think you could absolutely pull a subtle horror story out of this, and they could legit gaslight the tourists (only taking specific ones) by advertising the hotel as haunted.

you KNOW that people will already be on edge thinking they might see a ghost, and will manufacture paranormal incidents, which is the real trojan horse here. so you go in thinking its a ghost movie or maybe a cryptid movie, so when the occasional bone or skull is found it's like "oh no, the ghost/cryptid did it"

the whole time the protagonist(s) are having just the most amazing meals and customer service... never suspecting.

NOT TO MENTION none of that bone windchimes bullshit.

What is the one thing a LOT of farmers use? It smells like vomit so you always know its in use? Blood and Bone fertiliser. no questions asked for anyone who has been in a farming area. It really helps gardens bc nutrients (its legit blood and bone with other mixtures, usually the offal and such from abbottoirs)...

Maybe the locals are like super funny about it. There's a whole year-round halloween attraction with real skeletons and just enough tacky decorations that no one questions them.

Or the doctor's office has a like 6ft skeleton and the school uses it on occasion for biology.

the real question is like, what are funeral rights like in a town dedicated to eating people?

Is a town member considered Sacred and Off the Menu?

Or is it an honour to have your body shared amongst your loved ones after death? Does anything change in the event of like, an unexpected or accidental passing?

If you have a combine harvester accident, and you lose an arm, does the amputated limb go on the menu or it is carefully disposed of?

They never really look into how this whole system works in terms of a full town structure. It's always some shitty "protag snaps awake and screams at dead bodies" thing as people leer or masked people cut up bodies"

If they expanded on it, it could be interesting.

But that's just me, I'd want to know WHY a whole town went full hannibal and how that impacted all the other systems. Government, health, education, political/legal, community events?

Do they have a section for Special Meat Dishes in the local show / bake-off?

What age do kids find out what's happening? You can't have little kids knowing, they'll just blurt it out lmao. And teens might want to do a whole "I'm so dark and unique we eat people" shit online... which could be a problem. What happens to the squeemish?

Do they treat the disabled well? Or are they surplus to requirements? You have to admit, in a tight knit town you either get the They're a Member of the Town treatment, or the That's A Burden treatment. What happens in a town of cannibals?

Also do they run any kind of pathology? A lot of people have undetected STIs, blood or muscle disorders, etc. How do you know you wouldn't hit the whole town?

Would they adopt a potential victim if they caught them trying to serial killer soemone? Is there altruism in the murdering...? eg. a pair of tourists come through and one is obviously very abusive, the other is afraid and injured... do they help the victim dispose of them? Keep the victim? That could be a fun protagonist.

What if a potential victim is pregnant? Is it a No Touchy situation or... veal?

Not to mention, placentas... eat them, plant them, or generally dispose of them? Lots of different cultural beliefs...

How do they handle the missing persons reports? And in the age of technology, there'd be a lot of phones that could be tracked to the spa/town area... how do they get around it? Farraday boxes?

How hard do they promote the town for tourism? Are some of the town members sent out to get jobs in travel agencies in the nearby cities under false names? Who disappear when a few too many clients never come back?

Do they create a myth around a local cliff that people come to pass away at prematurely? Or a cave system filled with the skeletons of the lost? Again its about how to offset the missing.

There'd have to be a SYSTEM to shuttle the blame away and turn the eyes of the law elsewhere, etc.

It could be a hell of a thriller for a movie, book or show if someone took the time to really create a functioning society that was based around eating people?

[kim-poce]

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10

(CW: female conditioned vampire whumpee, it as a pronoun, thinking caretaker is new master/whumper, fear of punishment, past torture, pet whump)

The other vampire told it what they were going to do before picking it up and walking off to... wherever they were going to keep it. As they walked, they talked.

“There is just the three of us here. Most of the place is really dusty due to this, but I’ll clean it better for you later."

With now-healed eyes, it could see the dust that the other vampire was talking about. The place seemed disused, like a mausoleum barely visited by the living. They really lived here alone? Just them and their human? No clan at all? No maker, no children, no... anything?

It seemed like a lonely existence.

They brought it to a dusty room in the dusty hallway. It had rusty pink-brown colored decorations, like old blood that hadn't been cleaned away properly. The bed let out a puff of dust as they set it down on the bed's surface, and the other vampire made a rueful face at that.

Their face brightened, like they'd finally remembered something that had been on the tip of their tongue. “Oh, right, I forgot this again. I’m Aisnley, your name?”

It froze. For a creature supposedly an apex predator, it felt far more like prey, small and weak and helpless. What was the right answer here? It knew its name from... before, but that... It couldn't. It remembered far too vividly the punishments for claiming that name.

Vermin don't have names, leech. You only get whatever your new owner is kind enough to give you. And until you remember that, we'll just have to keep reminding you.

It swallowed painfully. Why was it painful? The blood should have healed its throat, but it still felt like it had been fed molten silver. It swallowed again, trying to gather the courage to answer

They want you to talk. They didn't punish you before, and they asked you a question. They want you to talk. So talk.

"Wh... whatever my owner de- decides to call me, sir," it finally managed.

Next

Crossovers - Masterlist

CW: Aisnley hating, and being really uncomfortable due to being called Sir since it's a masculine form of address.

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Sir. Of course, because the situation wasn't uncomfortable enough already, it could be worse, Aisnley thought, but this doesn't make the word any less... wrong, after all, yes, it could be worse, but it could be better, it could be so much better.

For example, she could call them by their name, or say her own instead of asking for one, it would be so much better if at least her face hadn't pure fear stamped on.

"You will have time to think about this on your own," they said finally, the name seemed like a too particular matter that they didn't want to be part of, they would need to find an alternative way to call her if she refuses to give her name, but they can't choose this on their own.

"You don't need to tell me if you don't want to, it's okay," they said with a soft voice, trying to take some dust out of the bed more to keep themself busy than for really thinking that this would make any difference around so much dirt.

They looked down at the new vampire, they would need to go to the village to get new clothes, but this was a problem for tomorrow, there is always time when one is immortal.

"I'll leave you now," they said, feeling like they shouldn't leave her alone, but they can't say what they want yet, they can't correct her way to call them while she is this terrified, she would only interpret it as danger, and if they stay there she will end up calling them Sir or something else that they'll hate, they rather don't hear it.

"Sleep well," they said with a smile, "by the time you wake up there will be a clean room for you."

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@meowsikbox, @neverthelass